Immy and Dunk Ch. 04

1. All characters participating in sex are 18+

2. No characters resemble real people

3. Enjoy the fiction

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CHAPTER 4

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"You fucked my baby sister?" It wasn't loud, but it was said with emphasis.

I didn't know how to get out of this, but I knew I had to try. "Elaine, it was a one-time thing, and I didn't even know you then. I didn't know it was your sister."

Elaine looked back and forth between me and Erica. I think she was trying to decide which one of us to be angrier at, and then she decided it was me. "How is it on the same night you tell me you love me, I find out you had sex with my sister?" She turned to Erica. "Did you know he also went on a date with Eva?"

I jumped in. "Now that was just a date, I told you. We did not have sex."

But Elaine was not in a logical mood. "Wes, I... I can't handle this right now." And she stormed out.

I was going to chase after her, but Erica stopped me. "Trust me, when she's like that, you don't want to get in her way."

I slumped onto a barstool. "What the hell?" I said, puzzled and overwhelmed at the situation.

"Weird times, huh?"

I nodded, speechless.

"Hey, I'm sorry about just blurting it out. I didn't realize it was going to be a big deal."

"I had told her I had a one-night stand," I said. "I just didn't say your name. And I certainly didn't know you were sisters. I didn't think you and I would ever meet again."

"That's what I thought too. We had fun, but that was that." She poured me a beer, and I sipped it and made a face. "I hate this."

"I know, I'm sorry for this whole mess."

"No, I mean yes, this sucks, but I meant this beer is awful."

She laughed at me. "What? This is my favorite."

"You and I have very different tastes." I took another sip and forced myself to swallow it. "I need to talk to her."

"Let me," Erica said. "It will be better coming from me, I promise. I'll get Eva to talk to her too."

I gave a half-hearted smile. "Thanks. I'm glad to have your help."

--

I did try to call Elaine, but she wasn't answering my calls. I picked up Immy and started telling her about it on the way home. I initially left out the part where I had sex with Erica, but it made Immy confused.

"So why is she so mad that you dated her other sister? She wasn't mad you dated Eva."

"Well, my date with Erica was more than a date."

"What's more than a date?"

I hesitated. "You're old enough to know, I guess. Erica and I had sex."

Immy's face went from realization and understanding to anger. "What? How could you do that?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think..."

"That's right, you didn't think!" she yelled at me. It would have been funny if it weren't so serious. "You had a good thing and you blew it!"

"Hey! I hadn't even met Elaine yet at the time," I tried to plead my case.

"So? You shouldn't be having sex with strange women anyway!"

She had me there. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

Immy glared at me in silence for a few seconds. "Why'd you do it?"

"I... had a weak moment, I guess. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman."

"So you had sex on the first date? Doesn't that make you a slut?"

Again, it would be hilarious, but she was dead serious. "I guess so. I'm a slut, and an idiot, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

She kept up her glare for a while longer, but then relented. I put out my arms, and she hugged me. "I'm still mad at you," she said into my shoulder.

"It's okay. If it means anything, Elaine's way madder than you are."

"I bet she is. And you deserve it too, you slut."

"I do deserve it. But you can stop calling me a slut now."

--

I called Elaine once a day after that, leaving her voice mails that apologized for everything. Immy talked to Emily at school, who said that Elaine was still mad, but gradually getting back to normal. Elaine finally called me back on Wednesday. "Hi," I said.

"Hi. I got your voicemails," she said.

"I'm still sorry," I told her. "It's good to hear your voice. I missed you."

"Me too. I'm sorry for storming out. I should have listened. Erica talked to me, and told me I was overreacting."

"I think you were just in shock. Trust me, I was shocked too," I said. "I never imagined I'd see her again, and suddenly she's there and she's your sister."

"Yeah."

"Elaine, listen. I still want to be with you. And Emily. And Immy misses you both. Can we go out tomorrow night, all four of us? I want to get things back to normal."

She considered it, but finally answered. "Okay. Yes. I want that too. I miss you and I miss Immy too."

I took all four of us to Bruno's for pizza that Thursday. The girls were doing their part, making us get over our stupid adult issues and be friends again. We told them we were fine, and I convinced them both to go look at the desserts in the counter. While they were gone, I told Elaine, "When I told you I loved you last week, I meant it. I still mean it."

Elaine smiled. "I'm glad. I still love you too. Just do one thing for me."

"Anything."

"I'm the only one you're allowed to have sex with from now on."

"Deal." Then I thought about what she said. "You want to have sex?"

"Not tonight," she said, seeing the girls returning. "But soon. Erica said she had fun, so now it's my turn."

--

Not long after, we made plans to do just that. To distract the girls, we told them they could have a sleepover at Elaine's house, and Aunt Eva, who was back in town, would watch them. And Erica, who worked most evenings, would come by in the morning to hang out too. Emily and Immy were both thrilled and kept talking about the overnight fun they'd have together.

The real plan, however, was that Elaine was coming to my apartment. I set out candles and cooked, and we had a romantic meal. Elaine had brought wine, which I hadn't had in a long time, and I was thankful for it. I had gotten nervous about it, but the wine helped calm me.

Elaine then took me by the hand and guided me back to the bedroom. I had lit candles here too, and she smiled at me. "How nice," she said. "I take it you don't do this for just anyone."

"Only for you," I said. "I told you, I love you. You're not a one-night stand for me."

"Good," she answered. "Because I love you too, and this is only the first night." She kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around her, and held her tight to me. I think we felt each other's excitement, and it only intensified our kiss.

I reached up and found the zipper on her dress, and slowly eased it down. When it reached the bottom, she stood back from me and let the dress fall off her shoulders. Beneath was a black bra and panty set. I marveled at her body. True, she was 31 and a mother, but her body didn't look it. She was almost as fit as her little sister, but what made her more sexy than her little sister was that I loved her more, and she loved me.

She helped me slip out of my shirt and pants, and then it was just us, in our underwear, sitting on the bed together. We kissed more, and I was able to release her bra from her. I tasted her mouth and cupped her soft breast, and she gave a soft moan of her approval.

I leaned down to take her nipple into my mouth, and she gave a little gasp. "It's been a long time," she told me.

"Far too long for a woman like you," I whispered to her, and she shuddered in my arms. I paid significant attention to her ample breasts, teasing each nipple to sheer hardness. Then I gave her a light push so she'd lay on her back on the bed. I kissed her stomach while I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs. With a kick, she was now naked under my loving gaze. Her most sacred place was adorned with a small, well-trimmed patch of brown hair.

I shifted my body so I was between her legs, and she allowed my hands to gently separate her thighs, giving me greater access. Then my hands made their way inward, slowly, towards her sex. When my fingers made first contact with her flower, she inhaled sharply. "Relax, honey," I told her softly, "I'll take care of you." I gently parted her folds, and leaned in closely. She was soaking wet already, and I could smell her scent. I kissed her there, delicately, sweetly, and she lay still, taking in every touch, every moment. I licked her, tasting her sweet juices. When I licked around her clit, she tensed up, another sharp intake of air. I think it was a reflex to close her thighs, but I held them open with my hands as I continued my efforts.

In a matter of minutes, she was being driven crazy, making small noises for every move I made. I slid my finger inside, and she moaned, "Oh, Wes, yes." With just one finger, I felt how tight she was, after years of going without. What a shame, I thought, that this beautiful creature was deprived of this pleasure for so long. I added a second finger, stretching her a little more. Then I curved them upwards, and found that magic inner spot, and she came in an instant. Her hips bucked, and she moaned loudly. Her hands had been cupping her breasts, but now they were gripping the bedsheets on either side of her body.

I moved up her body and kissed her while she relished her climax. Surprisingly, she didn't need long to rest. Her hands went straight to my cock, gripping it firmly but gently. "I need this. I need you inside me," she breathily told me.

"Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"No, but it's not that time," she told me. "I just need you now." I aligned myself over her body and rubbed my cock in her moisture. "Please," she pleaded. "Fuck me, Wes."

I slid in slowly, allowing her body to adjust itself to me. She was so tight! I slowly fucked her with half my length, then three-quarters, then I pushed myself all the way inside. "Oh, God, Wes," she told me when I'd gotten there, "I feel so full. I'm full of your cock. Fuck me."

I shifted my weight a little and started going faster. This was her first time in so long, and I wanted to make it magical for her. Looking at her body, her breasts jiggling with each thrust, her pussy gripping my member, I'd cum no matter what. So all my efforts were to make sure she was pleased as well. I watched her face, and knew she was close, so I doubled my efforts and got her to her climax. "Yes, OH, OH FUCK, OH FUCK! OHHHHH!" She yelled as she came. This time, she did need a minute to recover.

When she did, she looked down. "You didn't cum yet."

"No, not yet," I said with a smile. "More?"

"Hell yes." She flipped us both over. Her hair was wild now, and we were both sweating, but she was determined to ride me. I laid back, grabbing her hips. "I want you to cum in me," she started chanting. "I want you to cum inside me, make me yours, Wes. Cum in my pussy."

Her voice, accompanied by the fact that she really wanted it, was getting me closer. She rode me with a fury, and there was no way I could hold back now. I slid my hand to her clit, and rubbed it. "Together," I said, "I want you to cum with me."

She nodded. "Yes, together, I'm getting so close..."

"Me too," I told her.

"Almost, almost there, almost, yes, YES!" She came, and her powerful muscles clenched me, setting me off too. I bathed the inside of her pussy with my hot, sticky cum.

She climbed off and laid beside me. "That was incredible, Wes. I mean it, I don't think I ever came like that with my ex."

"I'm flattered," I said. I was too wiped out to say much more. "Elaine, I love you."

"I love you, too..." she said, then nothing else. I looked over, and she was fast asleep. I chuckled to myself. I wore her completely out, and I wasn't far behind. I rolled over and let sleep take me too.

In the morning, I found Elaine cuddled up on my shoulder. Her eyes were already open. "Good morning," she said.

"Good morning. Have you been watching me sleep?"

"Just a little." Her hand drifted down my stomach, finding my dick. "I wanted to know if you had more energy left in you."

I started to get hard right away. "I think I can make it," I said, "But I need to shower." I sat up and headed for the bathroom. She sat on the bed, giving me a cute pout. I grabbed her arm and dragged her from the bed. "You're coming with me."

She laughed as I pulled her into the shower, where I proceeded to make love to her all over again.

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After finally tearing ourselves away from each other to get dressed, we went back to Elaine's house, and found a foursome of girls at the kitchen table, playing a card game. Immy and Emily, sitting across from each other, seemed to be facing off against Eva and Erica.

"Let me guess," said Elaine, surveying the scene. "The aunts are winning?"

"By a lot," grumbled Emily.

"How do they do it?" asked Immy.

"They're cheating," said Elaine simply.

"Hey!" Eva and Erica protested simultaneously.

Elaine explained, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "They're sisters, and they've played this game before. You think they don't have signals?"

The younger girls looked at the aunts. Eva's face was placid, revealing nothing, as a good lawyer should. It was Erica who broke into a grin. Emily slammed her cards down. "No fair!"

"Yeah, let's switch partners!" cried Immy. They did, and I watched Immy and Erica squeak out a win against Emily and Eva, before we bid everyone goodbye.

We'd just gotten started driving when Immy asked me. "So did you do it?"

"Do what?"

She rolled her eyes. "It."

I pretended not to know what she meant. "I mean, we ate, we talked..."

"Did you do the nasty?"

"Where did you learn that word?" I asked, incredulously. Who was teaching my daughter-niece that kind of slang?

"Kids at school, and you didn't answer my question."

"It's none of your business."

She grinned. "That's a yes."

"How is that a yes?"

"If it was a no, you would have said no." She was right, and I had no comeback. I looked at her, and she was grinning like a cheshire cat.

"You're getting too smart," I told her, "Too bad your grades don't show it."

"Hey, my grades are fine!" she objected to the attack.

"C in science? We're studying when we get home. I know you have a test this week, young lady."

--

Elaine and I kept dating through the end of spring and into the summer, and we got a few nights alone occasionally, if Eva or Erica was available to babysit, or if we could drop off the girls at my parents' house. Burger night at my apartment also became a regular thing for the four of us. After we ate, the three of them taught me that card game they'd been playing at Elaine's house. I liked it, even though I wasn't very good.

For the July Fourth weekend, we planned a small grill-out at Elaine's house. She volunteered me to work the grill. Along with Immy, I brought my parents, who wanted to meet Elaine and her family. Elaine's sisters would also be there, but her parents were out of town. Elaine and I already planned to drive out there with the girls to them the following weekend.

When we arrived, I introduced my parents to Elaine, Emily, and Erica. My parents fell in love with Emily and the way she and Immy were inseparable. No one mentioned to my parents that I'd once slept with Erica. In fact, neither Erica and I acknowledged it when we saw each other; it had been a good experience for me at the time, but it was best for everyone that we left it in the past.

Eva arrived late, very uncharacteristically for her. The rest of us had already started eating. She ran up to the group, waving a packet of papers in her hand above her head. "WES!" she yelled. "You have to see this!" The look of unrestrainable joy in her face was unmistakeable.

I put down my fork. "What are you so excited about?"

"It's your settlement. They just finished it. Mark just sent it to me."

My eyes got wide. "How much?"

She thrust the packet at me. "Read for yourself."

I started reading aloud. It was the judge's statement, giving the final verdict of the insurance payments. "The court hereby finds the defendant, Smith Brothers Logistics LLC, liable for the amount of Two-Hundred Thousand Dollars..."

My mother gasped. Immy hugged her close.

"Per fatality..." Elaine now gasped, from my other side. My voice shook. Oh my god.

"With an addition of One-Hundred Thousand Dollars for each injured victim." I got very dizzy very suddenly.

In a flash, Elaine was right there at my side, holding me up. "Oh my god, Wes."

One million dollars in all. It was a validation, and it was a gift for Immy from her beloved family. Everything she wanted, which had been beyond my limited financial abilities, was now well within reach.

I looked at Immy, tears in both our eyes, and she rushed at me to hold me close. "Immy, I love you so much," I told her. "This is a blessing from your parents and grandma."

She said, "And Laura. I love you too, Dunk."

--

Our food had gotten cold by the time Immy and I had recovered. Really, everyone had cried happy tears at the news, but others had calmed themselves quicker.

I hugged Elaine to me. "Thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"It was your idea. I never thought about going after that company. I didn't need the money, but this will be so very helpful for Immy and her future."

"What about you?"

"My future too," I told her. "And I want you in my future, if you want to be." Elaine started to tear up again. "And Emily too. I love you both, and so does Immy."

Emily came and hugged her mom's side, and Immy hugged mine. It was a four-person hug, and I was sure that this was what I wanted to be my four-person family.

"Was... was that a proposal?" Elaine whispered tentatively. She said it quietly, but the room was so silent, everyone heard it.

I got instantly sobered by the question. I played back what I'd just said in my head. I hadn't intended on proposing so soon, but everything I'd said sounded like one, and I had meant every word. "I don't have a ring," I confessed.

A gasp came from my left. "Dunk, yes you do," Immy whispered. I looked down at her. She was wearing her necklace, the one with Laura's engagement ring hanging on it.

I smiled. "Immy, do you mind?"

Immy shrieked in delight. She quickly took the necklace off and stripped the ring from it, and handed it to me. I got on my knee and faced Elaine. "I bought this ring before I knew you," I admitted, "but it's always symbolized unfailing, undying love. I want you to have it, and I want to unite our families. Elaine Wells, will you marry me?" I placed it on her finger, and surprisingly, it was a perfect fit.

"Yes, Wes, I will," she said. It made me the happiest man on Earth, but my duty wasn't complete just yet.

I took Emily's hand. "Em, I love you too. I want you to complete my family. When I marry your mom, can I adopt you?"

Emily leaped into my arms and squeezed me tight. She was crying profusely, soaking my shirt. "Yes. I want you to be my dad."

Again, everyone in the room was crying happy tears.

--

We announced our engagement to Elaine's parents in person that weekend. Elaine's father Ernie gripped me in a tight manly hug, saying he was so glad I made his daughter and granddaughter happy. Elaine's mother Emmeline adored Immy just as much as Emily. They lived out in the country, with lots of land, so Ernie lit off fireworks to honor the holiday, and the girls (all of them: Elaine, Eva, Erica, Emily, and my Immy) all oohed and ahhed at the colors and noises.

When the million dollars went into my bank account, I was thrilled. After discussions with Immy, Elaine, and Emily, I went out and bought a big four-bedroom house. The girls each got their own room, and there was a guest room for my parents or Eva or Erica whenever they visited. The house had a large deck, and I traded in my tiny apartment grill for a much larger one. The remaining money was kept in savings for Immy and Emily to go to college.

When we got married the following spring, it was a small ceremony. I didn't even have groomsmen. Instead, Immy stood beside me, wearing her necklace that now had a charm hanging where the ring used to be. Emily stood beside her mother, wearing a similar necklace and charm that I'd bought her. Elaine changed her name from Wells, which had been her deceased husband's name, to Carson. She'd held the name Wells for so long because that was Emily's name too, but Emily was now also becoming a Carson. We signed the legal documents to get everything in order.