Eva Pt. 11

"MMM you are ready, aren't you. My poor husband. Been working so hard." Eva leaned over and kissed the head of my cock. "You're been such a great husband and father. Now I'm going to be a good wife." She leaned a little more and took the head between her lips. Her tongue slipped out, slithering like a snake, as it massaged and caressed the glans and the thick vein along the underside, making me throb. Before Eva could even move her mouth lower down, she felt my body tense up and she applied more suction.

"Eva! I'm going to cummmmm" as she adjusted her angle and accepted my steaming copious seed into her mouth and then right down her throat. I was so hot it took a little more than a minute. And it was amazing. My incredible wife. I helped her up along the bed until she was in my arms and I was in hers. "I can't believe you did that for me. I could have waited, you know." I kissed her sweet and sticky lips.

"Hmmm based on how quick that happened, I'd say you couldn't have waited another day" Eva laughed, and I had to laugh with her. It wasn't my finest sexual moment, but under the circumstances, it wasn't bad either. We spent a little while more talking, I sang to both Eva and Connor, and we put him back in his crib before all three of us fell asleep. And miraculously, that night, Connor slept through. It didn't happen again for quite a while. It was as if he knew his parents needed a peaceful night.

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One night the following week, Eva and I were holding Connor on the couch while we watcha tv drama. Cammy was out for the evening with her boyfriend (still hard to accept for me) and she got home unexpectedly early. From the way she almost slammed the door, it was apparent she was upset.

Eva turned to her and asked "Cammy? What's wrong? Something with Trevor?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" she said with anger in her voice, then she went to her room and closed herself in there without even saying hello to Connor. That was unusual, to say the least. Then we heard her crying. It must have been bad.

Eva was about to get up and check on her but I held her arm and had her stay with Connor. "Let me go see what's wrong. Brother to sister." She acceded and I got up.

I knocked on her door. "Cammy? Are you decent? Can I come in and talk to you?"

"All right" like she was resigned to it. I went in and she was lying on her bed with just her lamp on. She had pictures of the two of them spread out on the bed and her eyes were red from crying.

"Hey sis, are you ok? Feel like talking about it to your brother?"

"If you can tell me why men are such assholes!" She rarely cursed in front of me. Then she cried hard. I sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed her back gently.

"Want to tell me about it, sweetie? Maybe I can help. Hey, he didn't hurt you, did he?" I asked with concern.

"No, nothing like that. We just had a fight. I don't really want to discuss it with you. But that feels nice. Keep doing that." I kept rubbing her back, a gentle touch for my wonderful sister, who was now almost like a daughter to me. "Jon? Would you sing to me? You sing to Eva and Connor, and I understand that. But you've never sung to me. Would you, please?"

"Sure sweetie. Let me think a minute. I can't exactly sing the love songs I sing to Eva."

She giggled through her tears. "No, that would be gross! How about You've Got a Friend?"

I thought it over, made sure I knew the lyrics and nodded my head with a smile. "When you're down and troubled, and you need some lovin' care, And nothing, nothing is going right....." I kept singing the great Carole King song and my sister, not so little anymore, gradually stopped crying and just felt at ease. "You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am, I'll come running, to see you again" When I got to the end she sat up and hugged me and kissed my cheek. :Winter Spring Summer or Fall, all you got to do is call, and I'll be there, yes I will. You've got a friend."

"You're the best brother in the world, Jon. And my best friend and my father figure. You and Eva have given up so much for me and I'll love you both forever for it."

"Nonsense, sweetie. We did what needed to be done. You're OUR sister and we adore you. If it had been Walt and Will, we would have done the same. We're family and we love you with all our hearts. It was no sacrifice at all." I hugged her tighter, kissing her cheek.

"You do realize this was the first time you sang to me, right? In a long time anyway."

"Well, I'll have to do something about that, honey. We should have family singalongs. Eva's not bad. I can't speak for Connor yet." Cammy laughed at that silly joke. "And I know you're pretty good as well. You know, I've been thinking about taking guitar lessons, at least enough so that I can play in a basic way. What do you think? You want to take lessons with me?"

"Could we? I thought a little about it. I don't expect to be Eric Clapton, but I wouldn't mind if I could play when I'm with friends. And my family." I hugged her and we decided we'd go shopping over the weekend for a couple of inexpensive guitars and find a teacher. Something brother and sister could do together.

I went back out and nodded my head to Eva, letting her know that things were fine. Whatever the problem was, Cammy would work it out, but she was fine in the meantime. "So, Cammy and I decided, we're going to take guitar lessons together. Do you want to make it all three of us?"

"I think that's sweet. No, I'm not really interested, but I think it's a great idea. I guess we're buying a couple of guitars?"

"Yeah, cheap ones. Maybe used. You sure you don't want to join us?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't like the ideas of calluses on my fingers. I love being able to use them to touch my sexy Bear." She kissed me and handed Connor over to me. I gently bounced him on my lap and he gave me a big smile, saliva bubble and all.

Cammy came out to join us dressed in her t-shirt and shorts. "Eva, did Jon tell you the good news?"

"He sure did. We're going to have musicians in the house. As long as you're not taking up the drums.....or the tuba." We shared a laugh, and I thought how we really were a close and happy family. We were lucky.

But sometimes in every life some rain must fall. Sometimes it's a deluge.

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First some good news. Cammy and I bought a couple of 'inexpensive' guitars and we found a teacher who worked with adults. Mr. Arcaro. A really nice guy whom I'm sure was pleased to get two fees for one visit, twice a week. To be fair, he did give us a double lesson. Over time, I got pretty good, good enough to carry a tune once I learned it, but Cammy was a natural. She picked up plucking techniques and key changes much quicker than I did. By December she started bringing her guitar along when she went to parties or even just hung out with friends. It was well worth the expense.

Sunday June 27th Eva finally had her baby shower. Her mother hosted it at an Irish pub after Dr. Thomas gave Eva permission to go out, provided she went in a wheelchair. Twenty five women, including Cammy and my aunt and even Eva's cousin Alyssa came in from Chicago. When I was over, me, Harold and the twins went to pick Eva up and collect the gifts. Connor did all right, and of course, he was the center of attention.

On August 12, just about three months after Connor was born, Dr. Thomas gave Eva the good news that we could resume "marital relations". That's how she put it. To us it meant we resume making love and fucking again.

Eva called her mom and asked her to watch Connor for a few hours that night. Phyllis and Harold were thrilled to spend time with their grandson, and Phyllis gave us a knowing wink when we dropped him off. Cammy was away for a few days with her friend Joanna and her family at the Jersey shore. Lucky us!

We barely made it home before our desires kicked in. "Race you to the bedroom, Bear!" Eva called to me, moving rapidly to our bed. She was laughing with glee.

"Right behind you!" I called, and I was, no more than two steps. I even grabbed her ass and she yelped out as she fell onto the bed with me jumping her bones. We were giggling and moaning at once, shucking our clothing with desperation. We were so hot for each other that Eva got on top of me before our underthings were fully off, and she climaxed about as fast as I had that night she sucked the head of my cock.

"Oh GOD BEAR! CUMMINGGGGG!!!" She screamed loud enough that I was grateful we left Connor with her parents. That scream could have traumatized him.

I pushed Eva onto her back and I thrust into her a little rougher than I meant to, but she enjoyed it thoroughly, every second, cumming again when I did, filling her pussy like I hadn't done in a long while. We held each other and kissed over and over, loving and lusty. "My gorgeous Angel. I've missed you, my love."

"As much as I've missed you?" She pushed her slender fingers through my brushy hair. We kept sharing small kisses.

"Let's call it even. I missed you, you missed me. And I like your new boobs. Nice and full." Eva slapped my butt.

"And if you keep squeezing them, you'll end up with a face full of milk, Yuck!"

"I don't know about that. I think I'd like to try your mother's milk."

"No way, Bear! That's for our son alone! In fact, I'd better pump a little so he's got a snack when he gets home. But don't wander off, I want you again. Slower this time."

"Just what I was thinking. And honey? I love you."

"MMM I love hearing that from you. Love you too." She got her pumping gear and while she did that, I got washed up and then got us a snack of cheese and crackers with some iced tea. When she was done, we had our snack and talked, as spouses do, about everything and nothing in particular. We were just being comfortable together.

When we finished our snack, I pressed my body on top of hers and held her arms down. "I think I need to take my wife." We kissed over and over.

"I think I love the sound of that. My sexy Papa Bear. Take me, make me yours again, my love" she moaned, heat all over her face.

I was very hot myself. "It does sound great doesn't it. But there's something I want to do first." I threw the blanket over her face and Eva laughed out loud.

"What are you going to do? As if I didn't know!"

"Shhh, you'll see. Or you won't, actually." I moved down her tummy, fuller now than it had been, and just as sexy to me. Then lower to where her pubic hair was matted from our earlier fast fuck. I hadn't been down there in months and I missed it. I missed giving my wife the pleasure she deserved.

I started slow, savoring the flavor I'd been deprived of. All along her lips, a long slow sweep around in an oval. Eva breathed deep, expanding her stomach, then relaxed as I probed her various folds. She was wet and also oozing my own semen from earlier, a mixed texture and taste I'd come to love over the years. She put her feet on the bed and thrust into my face. I could hear her gasping even under the blanket. "Bear, can I please take this off my face? I'm suffocating under here!"

"Of course, Angel. The last thing I want to do is suffocate my wife." She threw it off and breathed deep of the air conditioned air. Then I went back to my second snack of the afternoon and licked faster, lots of tongue, until Eva's breathing got quicker and shallow and soon she was cumming again, on my face and my chin, dripping down my neck.

I slowed things down as I kissed up her body, even pausing to kiss and suck gently at her breasts, and I got the slight taste of her milk. It tasted a little sour, but I didn't mind. It was from Eva. That made it wonderful as far as I was concerned.

We spent the rest of that afternoon making love together, a nice, slow, gentle screw we could share as we shared our touches and kisses. It was romantic, loving, everything we had been missing over the three months. And it was spectacular.

An hour later, we were getting ready to have dinner at Eva's parents and pick up Connor of course. Not that my in-laws would have minded if we left him with them for a few weeks. I knelt beside Eva as she fixed her hair in her vanity mirror. "That was almost worth waiting for" I said with a kiss and a chuckle. "Seriously, it was wonderful. Everything we share is wonderful."

"MMM Papa Bear. You haven't forgotten a thing. Still a great lover."

"You're not so bad yourself. I've told you, you're the best piece of ass ever." I kissed her and lightly spanked her butt.

"Gee, what woman doesn't want to hear that? My naughty Bear. You didn't even let me give you a blowjob."

"What can I tell you? I had my mind, and my cock, thinking about other things."

"Lucky me! Seriously. I like to play with you too. Remember what we talked about when I was pregnant, about men not doing certain things with their wives once they become mothers? Please don't treat me like that. I love everything about our sex lives."

"I promise, that's not what was going on. I just was very excited to be with you. I promise, you can blow me any time you want." It was funny to us, and we laughed together as we often did. We had such an easy and comfortable way with each other.

Over the next couple of weeks, as August wound down, we got together with friends for some late summer parties, I got ready to start my teaching career and to start towards my master's degree two nights a week, and Eva and I resumed a very regular and exciting sex life. In other words, we resumed our lives in general. Cammy was getting ready to be a senior in high school and was sending out college applications. And, since she was with custodial non-parents, she was eligible for a lot of financial aid scholarship assistance besides what she qualified for as a top student. Wherever she went would cost us a minimal amount. Her first choice was Cornell and second was Columbia, with third being Albany. She had the grades and scores to get into any of them. I've mentioned, she's at least as smart as Eva.

In the wee small hours of August 30th, at a little after 2:30, there was a knock on our front door. A fairly loud one. Such knocks are either a drunk at the wrong house or very bad news. As I sat up, trying to clear the fog from my brain, I was praying for a drunk.

"Jon, who could that be?" Eva asked, sitting up on her side and going to Connor, who was crying from being woken up. She put on a long satin robe.

"Honey, I have no idea. I'll find out. You stay here." I got my robe on as the knocking continued. Cammy met me in the hall in her own robe.

"Jon?" She looked worried. I understood why.

"Cammy, go back to your room. Close the door." Just in case. There was a small chance of trouble.

I looked out the peephole and I saw two police. Uh-oh. Bad news of some sort. I opened the door and said "Good morning, officers. Can I help with something?"

"Jonathan Grossman? Jonathan Robert Grossman?"

"Yes...." The alarms were ringing in my brain.

"May we come in for a minute?" I ushered them inside and by then, both Eva and Cammy came out to see what was going on. Cammy took Eva's hand and they both had frightened looks. I'm sure I did too.

"There's no easy way to say this" the first officer, a big guy with a kind face said. "Earlier this evening, at about 9:15, Abe Grossman was in a car accident on the Grand Central Parkway by LaGuardia Airport. I'm sorry to say he died at the scene." I didn't hear much else as Cammy screamed in terrible pain, like her soul was shorn from her body. Eva hugged her tight as they both cried and sat down hard on the couch. I dealt with the police, who gave me a card from the Medical Examiners office, who I would call to find out when I could have a funeral home get his remains. I thanked the police, and after they left I sat down on Cammy's other side and put my arm around her as she kept crying, broken hearted. Eva was crying with her, not as hard, but clearly devastated. But I couldn't cry. It barely struck me. I felt almost nothing.

Cammy turned to me and sobbed on my chest. "I'm an orphan! I don't have parents anymore!" Things like that. I couldn't respond. But Eva took over.

"Cammy, you're not an orphan. You have Jon and you have me. My parents, your aunt and uncle. Trevor. Your friends. And you have Connor. You have so many people who love you, but no one more that Jon and me. You mean as much to us as Connor does, sweetie. Right Jon?" she tried to draw me into the conversation.

I broke through the haze of the shock. I held her tight and I kissed her head. "Eva's right, sweetie. We've told you before, you always have us and everyone else. Don't say you're an orphan. Orphan's have no one to care for them. You have a lot of people."

We all sat there just holding each other for hours. Eva didn't want to call her parents in the middle of the night. It could wait until the early morning. In the meantime, there was really no chance of getting back to sleep. Cammy and Eva both nodded out and I took care of Connor when he woke up hungry (there was always pumped milk in the refrigerator). While I fed him I thought about how the police didn't offer any real details. Was he drunk? Did anyone else get hurt, or god forbid, worse? Was he responsible? If he was and he hurt someone else because he was driving drunk.....

At 7 I quietly woke Eva, and she went in our bedroom to call her mom. They came over within the hour and I got Cammy up so she could put on some clothes. Then I called the medical examiner and they told me he could be picked up after 5PM, after an autopsy was performed. It was mandatory under the circumstances. I called my aunt and sure enough, they came over as well.

At noon, I went with uncle Phil to the funeral home to make the arrangements. I asked Cammy if she wanted to come along, but she vehemently shook her head no, without question. I needed to talk with her but I needed to take care of things first.

At least his funeral, like my mom's, was pre-paid. I just had to set the time at the funeral home and the burial time after. Thursday, Sept. 1, 10 AM at the home, burial after. Then Shiva. It seemed like we just did it for mom.

On the way back home my uncle pulled over and put the car in park, but left it running so we could keep cool with the air conditioner. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Jon, I want to tell you something. I know you're feeling a whole mix of emotions. Sadness, sure, but I can tell this isn't hurting you like when your mom died. And I can tell your sister is much the same. Abe really burned his bridges with you two. I'll never understand how my brother in law, one of my best friends, fell apart so badly.

But you....you've stepped up like I couldn't believe was even possible. Not because you didn't have it in you; I've known what a strong man you are inside for a long time, and I hope Jerrold and Nick grow up to emulate you. The way you and Eva have taken care of Camilla.... I want you to know how proud your aunt Annette and I are of you both. And we're proud of your sister too. She could have gone off the deep end, gotten into all kinds of trouble. But she didn't. And it's a testament to your mother and your father, to the way they raised you, at least until Carol died. You're a fine man. And I know I've told you this, but if you ever need anything at all, you come to me. I don't care what it is, you come to me."

I thought I would just listen to him in a numb way and at first I did. But as he talked, the memories of much better times seeped through and I cried when he was done. I cried for a long time over all that was lost. I lost my mom once, but I lost my dad a few times. At least I couldn't lose him again.

Phil put an arm around me. "Let it out, Jon. I know you feel like you have to be strong in front of your wife and sister, but in front of me, you can be yourself. I love you, Jon. You're a lucky man. You have an amazing family."