"Uhh... what, is she pregnant or someth-?"
"No! No no no..." She giggled and shook her head, "I spoke to mom... they're going to separate." Her hands were rubbing on his lap, and she sent a hand to his groin. The hour was late, parents should be fast asleep with mom in the bedroom and Rick in the living room.
"Really? Woah... fuck." He muttered a curse, and softly took her hand and removed it from his groin. It was some info to process...
"What? It's kinda... y'know... I mean I don't think they got along all that well to begin with and... maybe it's kinda like... we're not step-siblings anymore, y'know?" She suggested with a grin, still kneeling before him.
"Well... yeah..." He processed the concept. "... yeah." He nodded slowly, smiling. "I... I guess so..." Suddenly he was starting to feel hot inside, or was that because his 'step-sister' had just been fondling his package. "Hahhh, fuck... why do you make me so damn hard, huh?" He accused playfully.
"What good daddy doesn't love his favorite little girl...?" Julie replied, grinning as a hand ran up his thigh back towards his crotch.
"Ohhhh, you bad,badlittle girl..." His grin began to fade as he felt arousal mount, as did his erection grow within his pants. "Do I need to detain you, young lady? This may be tantamount to bribing an Officer-"
"Hee-hee-hee-!" she giggled.
"Shhhh-shh-shh-shh..." He rest a hand on her shoulder, and the other cupped the front of her jaw to cover her mouth. "Too loud for your own good... maybe we can come to a mutual conclusion, little girl. Why don't you... put your friend here in your mouth..." He let her face go and began undoing his uniform trousers.
"I-if I... have to... Mr. Officer, sir." She put on an innocent act as the late-teens girl pretending to be unsure but inside she quite merrily lowered her open mouth to his awaiting erection.
Handy that he had a spare uniform available for his next shift, and pet his 'step-sister' on the head while they remained siblings.
Somehow... he kinda felt disappointed on some level that such an element of taboo was being taken from them, but on another level he really did want to advance things with Julie, even though he felt entirely undeserving of her.
Perhaps it was karma, all those years suffering for crimes he did not commit... and then so soon after getting out, he found true love.
'True love...' He thought as he leaned back on her bed, enjoying her mouth on his member. Well,maybethey'll manage to fuck without waking the folks up before he heads off back to his room...
Epilogue
"Well..."
Silence hung as Julie blushed, nineteen-years-old and with a ring on her finger.
"Julie...don't leave us in such suspense. Whatisit?" her mother asked, beaming with a broad grin, and found it so endearing that Chris looked between the two ladies with anticipation and shock. He expected something to be announced, and it was the same thing that his former step-mother was anticipating happily.
"U-um... well..." She slowly began again, and had no idea how such information should be shared. "I'm pregnant!" She cried out, a blushing grin plastered to her face and felt utter relief as her mother cried out and clapped in glee before gripping Christopher's broad forearm and shaking it.
"Yes! Oh, sweetheart, my dear." She reached out with her other arm to Julie, gripping her hand. Tears began to seep from her eyes. "This makes me so happy... I'm certain you'll give me abeautifulgrandchild..." She gazed upon Chris. "Oh I'm so happy for you!" Over to Julie, physically shaking her hand. "A grandmother... wow..." She let them go and ran her hair back in her hands.
"Well, Jules... I think your mom is gonna be one of the most beautiful grandmothers that there's ever been." He squeezed the other hand that Nancy hadn't been gripping, and smiled as he stroked her lovingly with his thumb.
"Now, if you haven't already, you may get sick some mornings. That's normal, you may want to cut down on your meat intake, or at least make sure it'sreallywell cooked-"
"Uh, heh-heh, well..." Chris stammered, tapping his wife's hand, "I suppose I'll leave you ladies to it, eh?" He suggested.
"Oh yes, fine-fine. You've done your part, hah-hah!" Nancy patted his forearm as he rose, and her eyes followed him as he did so. "Just be sure to do everything you possibly can, to help. I'll do my bit, but... you're going to be a father, young man. So..." She nodded slowly as she watched him. "You've got new responsibilities coming to you that you've never known.
"I understand, mom." He told his former step-mom turned mother-in-law. "I ain't goin' anywhere." Chris rest his hands on Julie's shoulders and kissed the top of her head, followed by her peering up and sticking her lips out, wishing for a proper kiss on the lips, which he provided.
"Ohhh, dearie me..." Nancy sniffled. "You two are gonna make me cry... hohh..." She exhaled and fanned herself with her hand. "Okay, now Julie," She sniffled again, "You'll want to-" She watched Christopher pat his wife on the shoulder after their affectionate embrace, and lumber off to the living room to lounge. The mother got up and scurried over around the table, grabbing the chair and sliding it along the floor to bring it closer and held her daughter's hands in her own with a big smile.
Rick, that fool... he may have already condemned Chris, but she could see... he's a blessing. And to no one more than her flesh-and-blood daughter. Her daughter whose belly will be swelling up before long.
Blessed, she felt nothing short of blessed, and after her daughter's husband and then Rick... part of her felt as though Christopher was a blessing to her family. A better man than either of the two she had been with, despite his criminal history and his father's ire.
A good man... a good husband... and she prayed, a good father.
Chris grabbed a long and relatively thin chunk of wood from a locale he worked security on, a construction yard. He'd asked permission to take the throw-away piece of wood home, which he received. With a knife, along with a broom and dust-pan nearby to clean up afterwards, he began whittling away at the stick. The handle formed, he was still narrowing the edges to give the dull representation of a sword.