Annemarie Pt3 and 4

Part 3

Standing in a supermarket carpark, looking at this beautiful woman, the past flashing right before me, time standing still, my body reacting to the surge of hormones running through it. Fuck, I was just like a fucking teenager, and I could feel my dick acting out.

For about a year, a little more actually, I had Annemarie as my illicit girlfriend. We made love everytime and every way we could think of when we got together it seems. On her forteenth birthday, I took the day off work and a Viagra , she took a day off school and I wore her out, I think. we must have had sex four times in a five hour period, and when I thought the Viagra was wearing off, I took another one.

My cock was rampant that day, and when Annemarie walked out, bowlegged it looked to me, I spent the next couple of hours cleaning up my office, deodorising it, letting in fresh air, and washing myself. Sandra came home late from work that evening and before she had her dinner, I had her panties down and fucked her over the table. Then again while we were watching TV, and when we went to bed. She jokingly asked if I had taken a Viagra, and laughed when I said three for the day, thinking I was joking.

A few days after that, I had to get a lawyer to call her and let Sandra know that I had been arrested. The next two months were a nightmare. I really don’t want to go into the ins and outs of it all but it wasn’t Annemarie who blabbed, well it was, but she denied everything as did I.

Essentially, Annemarie had a friend, Donna, her BFF. She was a smaller girl and with Annemarie they started out on a sexual journey different than what I had with Annemarie. Annemarie once told me she practiced kissing with Donna, but didn’t tell me anything else. It seems they had a sexual relationship that I, and everybody else, was completely unaware of.

It seems when I ate Annemarie out for that first time, she was so excited by it, she did the same to Donna, and Donna did it to her. To excite Donna, Annemarie would tell her what I had been doing to her, and then she would do it to Donna. Donna had access to some sex toys and they would use a vibrator as a substitute for a cock.

Donna wanted to take their affair further, while growing increasingly jealous of me apparently. She threatened Annemarie to drop me and fuck her alone. Annemarie refused, so Donna went to Annemarie’s mother and told her about us. Annemarie eventually told police that she had made up all the stories she told Donna, but it was too late for me. Sandra left me, took half our savings, all the furniture while I was in custody. My place was vandalized and graffitied, I was evicted, I lost my job, and I finished up at a Salvation Army house just for a bed.

After the charges were dropped, I tried contacting Sandra, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I left the city and went to the other side of the country, changing my name. I rebuilt my life. Some things never leave me though. The ache of having my life wrecked by my own foolishness and the jealousy of a child. Missing both Annemarie and Sandra, I did think of suicide, but gave it up as a very poor joke. LA is more the city of lost souls than angels, perfect for me.

I figured that there was too much damage between Sandra and myself for us to rebuild our marriage. My guilt at betraying her, but from her perspective, her guilt for not trusting me when as a loyal wife she should have, both would have stood in our way to reconciliation. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t tell her the truth, but she would never have forgiven herself. I ran away from her.

I couldn’t talk to Annemarie, first there was a restraining order that wasn’t revoked, and if I had gone back to the neighborhood, I was likely going to be in danger, from Donna’s family my lawyer told me. I ran with my tail between my legs.

I found a job, built a life then about two years ago, the Child Welfare in my home state contacted me with some appalling news. Sanda and her parents were killed in a road smash. My daughter was unharmed, she was not in the car. My daughter? I had a daughter? I had no idea Sandra was even pregnant when she left. The documentation though was clear. I was listed as the birth parent so I was now the legal guardian of an eleven year old girl whom I had never met. Oh, by the way, I worked out that the last time I fucked Sandra was the night that Jill was conceived, she is exactly thirteen years, eight months and sixteen days younger than Annemarie.

It was awkward at first, but we got used to each other. Jillian was a little quiet, subdued, but from what she told me, Sandra was constantly depressed, often drunk. Jill’s grand-parents while sympathetic, were ineffectual. Well they were when I knew them and looks like they hadn’t changed. At nearly twelve, Jill had yet to blossom, but she was going to make me a wreck though. Already she had boys sniffing around and I was beginning to be ultra-vigilant about protecting her from the unscrupulous. You might think ‘hypocrite’, and you would be right.

I stood next to my car, looking at this vision of the beautiful Annemarie, a double vision that held me transfixed. The woman must have felt my looking at her and she looked around. She saw me and she stood a fraction straighter, that look of recognition, followed by a startled gaze of fear, then uncertainty. She then smiled, somewhat timorously at first, but then she produced that same smile she had all those years ago.

She started walking towards me, oblivious to the child calling to her, I felt the same as she did, I walked towards her and then broke into a slow jog. We came close, and I stopped no more than a yard from her, “Annemarie?” She smiled and nodded. “Jerry.”

“My secret love!” I whispered, “Always,” she replied. I stepped to her, took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded with the same fervor I was showing. Finally, I felt my life was whole again.

“Dad! Dad?” I heard, “What are you doing?” and “Mom! Mom. Who is this guy?”

“Mom?” I said.

The girls looked at each other and immediately sized each other up in that way that adolescents do.

“It’s OK Jill. I would like you to meet a wonderful person, my friend, Annemarie. Annemarie, I would like to introduce my daughter, Jillian, Jill.”

“Hi Jill, you are Sandra’s daughter.” Jill nodded. “Yes, you are as beautiful as she was. I was really really sad to hear about what happened to her.” Annemarie knew the right thing to say, Jill perked up and smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Annemarie.” She said, “But how do you know my Dad?”

“A long story, but for now, I would like you both to meet my daughter, Rachel, Rachel, this is Je- Peter and Jill.” How did she know my new name?

“Hi,” she replied, somewhat uncertainly, “Since you guys scorched the pavement for a couple of metres around, I guess you are very good friends.”

“Yes darling, we are. Peter is very special to me.”

“And your mother to me.”

“Then I’ll tell you what, you guys get a room and Jill and I can go and chill for a couple of hours.”

Jill was obviously embarrassed, I laughed and Annemarie just sighed. “It’s all right Jill, I know my Mom. Your Dad is the reason we’re living here. He never told you about us?”

“Peter never knew about you and we’ve had no contact for many years so never knew we were even looking for him.”

“Looking for me?”

“Yes and it’s another long story, not for a supermarket car park.”

We swapped phone numbers and addresses and as I had nothing planned for dinner that night, invited them to our place. Annemarie accepted and I really hoped that it was all going to work out with her in my life again.

Pt 4

Jill was a little worried about this new person in my life, but I wasn’t. She started asking questions as soon as we got into the car and I told her that first, it was all a long time ago and she had to allow herself to get to know these people. She wanted to know why would someone who is so much younger than me, like nearly twenty years younger, would have been looking for me. I told her I don’t know and all her questions may or may not have answers so stop asking.

Also, I really didn’t want to bring up a lot of the crap that happened either. Or let her realize that my relationship with Annemarie ended before Jill was born, she would be quick enough to work out the dates and relative ages. What would she think then?

We got home, well to my apartment, and I realised that I hadn’t even asked Annemarie what she would like for dinner. There was no special foods, just a mix of healthy and fewer unhealthy foods, but I thought a good old fashioned steak with a few bought salads would have to do. I had some in the freezer and had bought some pre-prepared salads when shopping, coupled with some drink, sodas, would be a good start.

Annemarie and Rachel arrived with a bottle of wine, a white from New Zealand, so while it wasn’t really classy meal, it was delicious. Just glad the wine wasn’t a local red. Some of them are ok, but others, not even good for cleaning fluid I suggest, but I ‘m not a red drinker, not much of a drinker at all.

The girls chatted and worked out they were in fact born only a day apart. I looked at Annemarie with a cocked eyebrow and she gave a slight nod. Fuck me! I had two daughters, by two different women. We chatted and ate and drank the wine. I opened another white and I knew that by now, Annemarie was over the blood alcohol limit. I wanted her to stay, so wasn’t going to let her leave tonight.

It started getting late, and Annemarie was in no condition to drive home. I urged her to stay, “Da-a-d,” said Jill, “We don’t have any spare beds.”

“Rachel can sleep with you and Annemarie can sleep in my bed.”

“Eueuwww,” Jill and Rachel chorussed together. “Keep it PG-13, please!” said Rachel

I laughed. “I will sleep on the couch, it will be OK.”

“No you won’t,” responded Annemarie, “It’s your bed, I can sleep on the floor.”

“Oh please -” I started.

“Well, we could both sleep in the same bed,”

“Oh pleeaase,” I said, “Can we?”

“Mom! this is a first date!”

“Mmm no, it’s not, not by a long way. First date in a little while. So you two, off to bed and let the grownups do what grownups do.”

“You mean like having sex, Mom,”

“Mind your own business young lady.” Annemarie said, “I will sleep with whomever I like whenever I like.”

“Yes Mom, you always have.” Rachel grabbed Jill’s hand and said, “Come on, looks like we’ll be sleeping together tonight.” They left, with Jill practically being dragged off to bed.

Annemarie and I sat on the sofa, waiting for the clamour to end, kissing and holding each other. We told each other our stories since the last time we met and made love.

Annemarie was worn out after our birthday marathon, she went home and fell into bed, tired. She slept through a date with Donna, and Donna got seriously upset. For her it was the final straw. She knew where Annemarie was when she didn’t appear at school, knew what she would be doing and her jealousy just spilled over into rage. When Annemarie didn’t show up for their date, Donna was absolutely incensed and went to Annemarie’s place and told her Mother everything.

At first, Annemarie’s mother didn’t believe Donna, but then when she went to confront Annemarie, Annemarie didn’t help our cause. Basically, instead of calming her Mom down and allaying suspicions, she went over the top, convincing Mom that she had something to hide. It was then that Mom called the police and it all spiralled out of control from there.

Annemarie absolutely refused to support the claims made by Donna and said nothing. It was here that police came for me, convinced I had svengalied her into silence. It took a couple of months, and I was still facing charges, Annemarie realised she was going to have to bring this to an end quickly. She had missed her second period and was not feeling well in the morning. She stole a preganancy self-test and got a positive result. She knew it was all over for me so she made a statement to police that she and Donna were having a sexual relationship, which they were. Part of that was her telling Donna about what we were doing, but Donna didn’t know that Annemarie was watching porn on her computer, and telling Donna that it was me doing it to her.

Police interrogated her pretty thoroughly and when asked why did she not say something sooner, she replied that she was embarrassed about her relationship with Donna and downloading and looking at porn. She didn’t want anyone to know, but she couldn’t accept what was happening to me any longer, knowing I was in trouble for something I hadn’t done. She knew that I wasn’t guilty of anything, and police would continue to build a case against me even without any evidence from her. Charges were dropped and shortly after that, I disappeared. When her pregnancy became obvious, she claimed that she had narrowed it down to the football team or the baseball team who could be the father and she didn’t want to name them. Needless to say, that put a massive strain on her relationship with her Mom, which has never fully recovered. Rachel’s birth certificate said father unknown, but Annemarie’s Mom thought it was me.

She did complete high school and worked at a number of low paying jobs. She had a few boyfriends but most bailed out when they realised Rachel was her daughter, not little sister. A couple stayed, but they went nowhere, simply because none of them could build the same spark I had. While ego building for me, it’s really not that flattering to be idealized like that. I’ve found the reality doesn’t match up with the ideal and that can be crushing. For me, it was simple, I took off and found myself here. I found a job, lived my life as best I could and was alone until Jill landed on my doorway. Been like it ever since.

“Take me to bed,” she demanded. I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I didn’t even bother to close the door, I wanted her, naked, under me, on top of me, any way I could take her. We made no more pretence, we were two animals in heat, rutting without concern for anything or anyone around us.

Annemarie cried her orgasms, three I must say, and I grunted my ejactulation into her. I did hear some tittering going on outside the door and some stage whispering with barefeet pattering down the passage as they retreated to Jill’s room. It was all quiet for a while, I wasn’t paying too much attention to what was going on elsewhere in the apartment, but I am sure I heard some odd noises emanating from Jill’s room.

We slept, woke, made love, slept, woke, made love, slept and woke to the feel of a mouth wrapped around my cock in a gloriously sunny morning. I had a morning woody, so wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, so just enjoyed it as it was happening.

Annemarie gave up when I finally pulled her to me and kissed her, morning breath and all. At least she had had something in her mouth, I hadn’t. I pushed her back and swooped on her, licking her clit and swallowing whatever juices I could get from her love canal. She shuddered in orgasm, again, a feeling and sound of hers I will never get enough of. By this time, my bladder was demanding urgent attention, and if I wasn’t mostly erect, I probably would have left little puddles all the way to the connected bathroom. Ladies, it is incredibly difficult to pee with an erection, so following your man into the bathroom, forcing him to sit down and shaking your hardware at him is intentionally cruel. Good fun, but cruel.

Showering with her was a delight I hadn’t experienced before, we really hadn’t ever made the time. Usually it was a quick wash and she would insert a tampon to catch any stray leaking, then leave. The knowledge we could do this uninhibitedly was intoxicating for me, such freedom was a joy. It was in the shower I really looked at her for the first time in a long time. The hips had spread, the breasts had grown to a full 34-D size and were really gorgeous, eminently kissable with nipples that were ultra responsive. She had some stretch marks on the sides of her waist, but who cares, they suited her. These were the things that presented a more authentic Annemarie; not my originally pristine and somewhat myopic view of this beautiful woman of memory, but a real woman. This version is seriously lovable, perhaps even moreso than her younger self.

We struggled to get dressed and presented ourselves at the table where the girls were already dressed and had finished breakfast. Jill knew where everything was and Rachel has the skill to be able to make crepes, from scratch. They were very tasty with some honey and a sprinkle of lemon juice. She wanted to put some caster sugar on it as well, but my waistline couldn’t take such abuse. Rachel started talking about ricotta cheese and almond flakes and such, but I must confess I had no idea that almonds could come in flakes, I thought they were a nut of some kind that smell like cyanide. Oh well, live and learn.

We spent a wonderful day with Annemarie, well I did, Jill didn’t look too happy on a few occasions, and Rachel was saying that she would love to move in with us. Jill didn’t look so convinced, and Annemarie was putting a brake on that. One evening and a day, well, that wasn’t rushing into things in any way, was it. As the day wore on, Jill seemed to withdraw a little more from us all. While we did a Sunday thing, a warm day in the park lunching at a cafe near the park and looking around at some things I had never seen before, tourism in my home city, Jill did seem more alone. Annemarie took her by the hand and spent a bit of time talking to her while Rachel was excited at meeting us, babbling on to me. By the end of the day, I essentially knew what they had been doing for the last fourteen years, where they had been, jobs that Annemarie had, schools Rachel attended, travelling to the next place and so on, until they landed in LA.

Rachel cooked dinner, with Annemarie as her aide; I must admit, it was better than I had done the night before. Eventually, Annemarie told us that she had to work in the morning, as did I, and the girls had to go to school the next day. Annemarie gave me a look and while saying goodnight, in the secondbest way, a deep kiss and hug, told me I might do well to listen to what Jill was thinking. I stood and watched the taillights of Annemarie’s little car drive off into the early evening gloom feeling that something wonderful had this way come, and was hoping that it would come back.

Jill went to her room and prepared herself for bed, I heard her in the bathroom, and waited patiently for her to come out. When she did, she came into the lounge to say goodnight and I asked her to take a seat, tell me what she was thinking.

“Annemarie is the girl you and Mom split up about, isn’t she?”

I felt a chill down my spine, “Yes.” I coudn’t see the point in lying or avoiding this conversation, it was going to happen sooner or later, at least it could be over quickly enough.

“Rachel is my age, well a day older.” I nodded. “She’s my half-sister, isn’t she?”

I froze. Fuck, Jill is a lot fucking sharper than I realized. I knew she was bright, but she is really smart too. “Why do you ask that?” I tried to avoid an answer here.

“Did you love Mom?”

“Yes, I did,” I answered without any hesitation. “Your mother was a wonderful person, she was very clever, committed to the things she did. She loved me.”

“Yet, you were fucking Annemarie?”

“No, I have never fucked Annemarie.” I said as gently as I could.

“You did last night!” she was angry now.

“No, Annemarie and I made love, as we have always done,” I replied gently, “I loved Annemarie from the very first moment I saw her. I have no idea why, but she hit me like a bullet in the brain, I couldn’t think properly with her. It wasn’t lust, it was a genuine love, a love that is as true now as it was then.”

“And what about Mom?”

I stopped, took a really deep breath here and said softly, “I loved your mother. I have always believed that we can love more than one person. Look at you. I didn’t know you were even born before the Child Welfare contacted me. Yet here we are, and believe it or not, I love you too.”

“Yet you could have a child with another woman!” she started to cry, “Fuck! She was the same fucking age as I am now and you made her pregnant!”

“I am not going to try and justify anything I have done, not to you or anyone else. I can’t explain myself at that time so all I can say is I didn’t know about Rachel until yesterday, like you two years ago. She was totally unexpected, but please, don’t hate her for being born, she had no control over that. And as you say, Annemarie was the same age as you when it all happened.”

“You’re a pedo!”

For the first time in this conversation I got angry at that comment. I stopped, got control of my anger and said, “If that is all you can see then I am sorry that you can’t look at how we loved each other and I think how I still feel about Annemarie. Loving your mother was a wonderful experience, she helped me in so many ways. There hasn’t been a day that has gone by in the last fourteen years that I haven’t missed her. When I heard she had been killed, I was seriously fucking angry. Angry at the world, and at myself for treating her so poorly. She deserved much better. I really wanted to be there, with her, but she rejected any possibility of getting back together.

“I wanted us to be together, with both her and Annemarie, all the time. You have absolutely no idea how it is to love two different people and not ask them to love each other. I wanted us to be a whole family, a loving family! Together, to have children, to be each other’s best friends, lovers and fight all our battles, together. Your mother could never have accepted it, she could never have broken out of her upbringing. No, it was not going to be easy, but I loved two women, one of whom could never let another woman, or man for that matter, into her heart. And I feel so fucking guilty for letting her down, for not being strong enough for her, for the both of us. I was a fucking coward and ran away rather than fight for her, for Annemarie, for us.”

By this time I had tears rolling down my cheeks. Jill too was crying, and I hoped for the same reasons. I stepped forward and took her in my arms, she didn’t resist, but hugged me back. “Most of all, I am really really sorry that I was a so fucking stupid, cowardly asshole that I missed out on watching you being born, of taking your first steps, of growing up from a baby to a young woman. I missed learning about you and that is something I will always regret and will never get that time back.”

“And Rachel too?” Jill asked.

“Yes, and Rachel too.” I held her tight.

“Daddy, I love you,” she said.

“And I love you too, Jill.”

“At least Annemarie wasn’t your sister.”

I was somewhat surprised at this comment. “Sorry?” I looked at her tear streaked face and had no idea what she was commenting on.

“Rachel, she is my sister.” I nodded, “Well, you might have fucked a thirteen year old, but she wasn’t your sister.”

Then I understood. “Last night?” She nodded, “You and Rachel?” That explained those noises I thought I heard last night before going to sleep.

“Well, you and Annemarie – Daddy, you didn’t close the door. We heard everything!”

“And then you had to do something about it?”

“Yes. Oh please Dad, don’t think badly of me. I’m not a lez, well I don’t think so, but we just got carried away in the moment.”

“Ahhh, look, this is an issue?” I asked, “Not for me it isn’t. You can love whomever you like and if that involves some sex, then that is your choice. But – it has to be your choice.” I emphasized the ‘your’ in there, because that is how it really has to be. “Now come on, time for bed, you have school tomorrow.”

“Goodnight daddy. And I’m sorry for being such a bitch.”

“No, you weren’t, but there is a lot we will have to talk about and it is not always going to be easy for you.”

A little later I called Annemarie, telling her how much I loved her. We talked about Rachel and Jill, and her response was ,”Well, Rachel is as big a slut as I was when I was her age.” She laughed. “Only with me!” I said, forgetting about Donna. “There is something we will have to discuss, but not right now, I was worn out last night and need my beauty sleep.” We said good night and I promised I would come over one night through the week and she said only if I was to bring Jill. We agreed Wednesday evening would be good and left it there.

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