The Nuclear Family Pt. 04

I hope you can use these as evidence in your divorce from someone so low as to cheat on a beautiful woman like yourself.

Regards

A concerned citizen.

As I finished reading the email, I was angry at how my brother could do this. Amy came back into the room. I grew red as she looked at me.

"Robbie," she said, phone to her ear. "I've got George on the phone, I have given him the basics, and I assume from your look that the photos are the same as last time?"

"Worse," I replied, both angry and majorly pissed off.

Amy frowned; I could see some of the emotion from yesterday evening surfacing on her face. We were both struggling with this.

"Can I put you on speaker, Geroge?" Amy asked. She looked at me. "I'm sorry, Robbie, but we need to move quickly to stop this from happening again.

I nodded.

"George, you're on speaker with Robbie and me," my wife said.

"Good," I heard Geroge say, "First things first, I know that Amy is pissed to six hells, but how are you, Robbie? Are you okay?"

I didn't say anything for a minute. Then I looked at Amy.

"Sorry Robbie, Amy, are you there?"

I cleared my throat.

"Sorry George, yes I'm here, but no, I am not okay; in the last twenty-four hours, I have been embarrassed beyond belief, my wife was ready to kill me for something that is intensely humiliating, and we could have lost our baby due to the emotional distress from the first email.

"I'm pissed George, and a step away from driving down the coast to take away my brother's capability to procreate."

I could hear him writing notes. "Robbie, as your lawyer, I'm going to ignore that last statement. But as your friend, I understand.

"I get it; you're not alright, but holding yourself back shows that you are a stand-up, honourable man. Robbie, I am putting together a brief that I intend to give to the police immediately, citing that we will be pressing charges against your brother and potentially, your ex-wife. They are likely to be changed with several privacy violations. But I need your permission to include the attachments. I can understand how embarrassing it would be, but they make a case for us as you did not permit anything showing your body or sexual activities to anyone. Is this alright?" George asked me.

"George?" I asked.

"Yes Robbie?" he replied over the call.

"Do you need to look at the images?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Unfortunately, yes. As your legal representation in this matter, I will need to validate the images and video. I am sorry, but if it is any consolation, I will be the only one in this office to see them. I will be as discreet as possible."

"George, I give my permission, and I count on your discretion," I told him, feeling somewhat exposed.

"Thank you, Robbie," George said. Amy sat on the bed beside me. "I know this is embarrassing, but I want to hit them hard and fast. If all goes well, Brad Jr could even be arrested within twenty-four hours.

"Do it," I said, not bothering to hide the anger in my voice.

Amy turned off the speaker, speaking to George for a few more minutes and then rang off.

"Were they really that bad?" Amy asked as she hit send on the emails sending them to George.

I nodded.

"Would it help to talk about them?" she asked hesitantly.

"Do you want to know?" I replied.

"No, but if it helps, I will listen." Even after everything yesterday, my wife said she was willing to be hurt to hear about my sexual relationship with her older sister if it would help me.

I sighed, "For the most part, they were similar to the ones you saw yesterday. However, the videos were both bad from different perspectives. The first one was romantic: Georgia and I making love."

"Did it turn you on? Is that why it upsets you?" Amy asked, reaching out to hold my hand.

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "It's more to the point that people other than Georgia and I have seen them. They are intimate and erotic interactions between Georgia and me. It was us making love, not just fucking, making the violation feel all the worse."

"I think I understand," Amy said, rubbing my arm. "When you and I make love, when we look into the eyes of each other, when I bare my soul to you in the middle of our coupling, I do that for you alone. If anyone was to get hold of the videos we have made over the years of that occurring... I understand baby."

"Robbie?" Amy asked. I looked at her, "Do you regret making any of the pictures or videos with Georgia?"

"No," I shook my head. I think that surprised Amy.

"Why?" she asked, a little hurt.

"Because she was my wife," I explained. "Those images, those videos were private to us alone, I didn't want them after we broke up, but I cannot regret making them because they were made in love. I only regret that somehow my brother got his hands on them."

Amy digested that for a moment. I could understand she was upset. They were images of me with another woman. It didn't make it any better than the woman was once my wife or that it was her sister. They weren't Amy.

"What about the pictures and videos we made?" Amy asked. "With what is happening, do you regret those?" she asked. I couldn't tell if she wanted to wipe them or make more. She was leaving it to me.

"No way, I love seeing our private pictures. I adore it when we make love watching one of our own private videos. Amy, they are part of why I love you because you love to make them with me. We're not porn people, but we do like our own stuff." I snorted quietly. "Besides, I know you have those pictures and videos secure so no one outside us can ever see them."

Amy nodded, then smiled at me.

"What about the second video?" she asked, bringing the topic back on target. "Again, you don't need to tell me if you don't want."

"No, it's okay. Honesty is what we need now. " I sighed again. "If the first video was making love, the second was the opposite. It was of me fucking Georgia's ass and climaxing in her bowels." I hung my head in shame.

Nothing was said for a moment, but I felt Amy's arms encircle me, her pregnant belly against my arm.

"Robbie, look at me," my wife said softly.

I looked at her, expecting to see an upset, crying, betrayed woman. Instead, I saw concern, and yes, there was a tear on her face. But it was more for me than anything else.

"Robbie John Other, I love you so much, this is not fair that your family is again messing with you, with us. And while I don't like that there are pictures of you of a sexual nature with my sister...

She paused, gathering herself.

"Whew, that is hard to say. While I know they exist, I also know that you respected me enough to remove them when we got together. You could not have known that your dropkick of a brother would find them and do this. It is pervertedness of the lowest level, and despite how upset I am, I know you, and you have got to be feeling pretty low right now."

I nodded. "Robbie?" Amy stood up.

Yes?" I watched as Amy started undressing.

"Willaim should be down for another half hour. Get your phone out; I want you to take some new photos."

Over the next twenty minutes, I got many very sensual shots of my heavily pregnant wife in her maternity lingerie, then without it. She positioned herself for the best shot each time, and I was smiling again by the time we were done. Amy took my phone, browsed the images, smiling and then tagged them for our secure store. She then asked me to hold her until William woke up. Usually, we would make love, but we both knew after yesterday that was off the cards until our baby was born.

"Robbie?" Amy said at one point after we had just been lying together saying nothing for a while.

"hmmm?" I responded.

"Robbie, those photos, those videos of you and Georgia..." she mentioned almost casually.

"Yes?" I replied cautiously. I knew Amy wanted something.

"Well, once this little one is born," Amy said, rubbing her stomach. "And I'm cleared for sex..."

I shifted my weight and got on my elbow, now looking at my wife intently. She squirmed a little at what she was about to ask. Then she sighed and looked me in the eyes.

"Baby, once we can fuck without issue, I want to film you fucking me in the ass, just like you did with Georgia."

The look on my face must have said it. "Why?"

"Those photos and video hurt us," she told me. "Because now you have them burned into your brain as a negative memory, not some buried past you never think about. I want to override that memory. I want you to film yourself fucking my ass and doing the things in those videos so that you think of me, not her..."

"But Amy..." I started to say. However, she stopped me and giggled.

"Butt..." she said, smiling at me. A moment later, we both laughed.

"Amy, I get it, but we've never had an anal fuck like that. Sure, we've played a little..."

Amy sighed, "Robbie, baby, you will need to warm me up. I've seen enough porn as an IT brat to know it doesn't just happen. I'll need lots of lube and lots of love. But Robbie, when we can, I want you to fuck my ass till I scream out in pleasure. I want it to be a fuck that is twice as good as that video."

We discussed it for a few minutes. Amy was determined, so I agreed once she had the all-clear after the birth.

We heard William stirring.

"Thank you, Robbie. You go get William, while I get dressed," Amy told me. "If you're good, I'll make sure you're relieved tonight, my wonderful man."

News of the arrest came through at lunchtime the next day. The police had a warrant for my brother's arrest turning up at Total Build at the start of the day once it was confirmed that Brad Jr was in the office. It even made the evening news. The story went that a local man had been arrested for distributing private photos of his wife and her ex-husband to break up the relationship with the man's new wife. Brad was walked out in handcuffs, and Total Build was predominately displayed in the segment.

Georgia was also arrested, however, after some initial questioning, Georgia was released, but told 'not to leave town'.

The reporters even tried to interview my father, but he stormed through, pushing away the camera with a 'no comment' brush-off.

Later that day, I got a call from an unknown number. It was my mother, of all people. I hesitantly accepted the call, having a fair idea what it would be about.

"Why Robbie," she grumbled at me. "Why would you do that to your brother? After all these years, do you still hate us that much that you would set him up like this?" she whined at me.

"Whoa, Hattie, I did no such thing. Your precious son sent those photos and videos to Amy saying I was having an affair with Georgia. We are simply reacting to what he has done. I think you need to get your facts straight before you start accusing me."

The line was quiet.

"You're not lying, are you," my mother finally asked. "Your father and brother both are swearing black and blue that you set Brad up."

"Hattie... Mum." I said. "In all of these years, in all of this conflict, in all of the pain, have I once lied to any of you about what has gone on?"

"Well, no, but I know how much you hate us," she countered.

I took in a deep breath, "Mum, think about it. Why would I want to embarrass myself by sharing sexual content of myself in bed with Georiga? That's nuts. I don't want the world to see my cock. I don't want them seeing Georgia and me in bed together. I'm over that."

"That does make sense," Mum admitted. "But Robbie, your brother has been arrested, can't you, I don't know, you know, drop the charges? He never charged you when you knocked him out." She whined at me.

"No Mum I can't, What I did to Brad was between us. What Brad did was not just to me but also included Amy and, to some extent Georgia, who is now his wife. Regardless of anything else between him and me, that is unforgivable. Even if I wasn't to press charges, which I am, he has violated a dozen laws of a criminal nature which, in this day and age, the police take very seriously.

"Okay, Robbie, I understand," I could hear the remorse in her voice. "I'm sorry we're messing with your life again."

For another moment, we were both quiet.

"Robbie?" I heard a question, but her voice was unsteady.

"Yes, Mum?" I don't know why I was calling her Mum again, I had only done it once or twice, but I felt like I could.

"I hear that I have another grandchild?" she said, her voice faint, like even asking the question would have made me stop talking to her.

I sighed. "Yes, you have one grandson called William, and soon you will have a second," I told her.

I heard her sob.

"I'm sorry, Robbie, I can't do this...." She told me and hung up.

For the first time in a number of years, I felt sympathy for a member of my family. Initially, my mother had no remorse for the family's actions, but over the years, I noticed that my mother had tried to apologise several times.

Was I open to granting a measure of forgiveness to my mother alone? I wasn't sure. For sure, there was nothing there for Dad, Brad or Joanna. But Mum, perhaps. That contemplative thought was written all over my face as I brought Amy her breakfast in bed.

"What is it, baby?" she asked as I laid the tray with tea and a croissant with jam beside her.

"I just talked with my Mum," I said quietly, looking out off our back deck over the ocean.

She nodded, "Did she chew you out, blaming you for Brad's arrest?" she asked.

"Almost, but I told her to get the facts straight before accusing me. Then we quickly spoke about William and the baby. I even called her Mum as opposed to Hattie."

"That had to get her attention," Amy said as she took a bite out of one end of a croissant, crumbs falling over her pregnant belly.

We were momentarily interrupted as William wandered in, climbed up on the bed, then kissed Amy's belly. This was followed by his real reason for visiting us as he opened his mouth for a bite of croissant. We entertained our son for a few minutes. As he grew, he got bolder. It wasn't long before he wandered out to watch another episode of Bluely on TV; we both smiled. Soon we would have to start imposing rules on him for TV time, encourage outdoor time, that sort of thing. With the beautiful coastline we lived on, I didn't think that would be too much of an issue, but we would need to be purposeful.

I looked back at Amy. She was now sipping her cup of tea. I knew she wasn't a huge tea fan, but she agreed to go off coffee for the next couple of months until the baby was born and settled. Once she was ready, I knew I would be running down to our local coffee shop daily for her latte as she pleaded for her morning brew.

"It was an interesting, if short, conversation," I continued as if we were never interrupted by our son. "Mum was quiet but hung up suddenly when I told her about William and we were expecting another soon."

Amy looked at me for a minute.

"She's feeling the impact of the family actions," Amy commented.

"I think so," I replied.

"No Robbie, look at it from her point of view," Amy told me, changing position on the bed to try and find a spot where her pregnant belly would be able to rest. "A few years ago, she all but lost her youngest child while supporting her oldest. Why? Because she was about to become a grandmother.

"She most likely thought things would settle down sooner or later, that you would come back into her life. But you didn't, and thanks to the rest of the family, her life has spiralled out of control. Her husband's business has fallen on hard times, somewhat thanks to her son leaving and setting up shop against them. Her remaining children joined a swingers club, and her daughter-in-law got pregnant by the wrong man. Twice!

"Meanwhile, her estranged son marries the love of his life, creates a successful business that rivals the family and is off making babies, her grandbabies, that she will never see due to the family's treatment of him."

Amy looked at me with sympathy. In all these years, Amy had never once talked to me about how anyone in my family might feel about our situation. She continued.

"As a mother, I bet she feels like a failure. Worse, she couldn't protect one of her children; she had no choice but to drive you away, knowing that her other two kids are screwups. Talking to you brings all that failure to the front of her mind." Amy said.

"But I was not the one who broke trust," I replied. "I did everything to support all of them, and they broke my entire world, including Mum."

Amy held up her hand while taking another sip of her tea from the bedside table.

"I'm not excusing her actions," Amy lectured. "Nor the pain she feels now being separated from you and hearing about our kids. Hell, she didn't get to come to our wedding. She was removed and had to watch from afar. She's reaping what she sowed, and your Mum finds the harvest is bitter.

"From what I understand, everyone around her, her children, and her husband betray her at every step. The few times we have seen her over the last few years, I can see it in her eyes. The remorse that you say wasn't there that first night. I can tell you it is there now."

We sat for a couple of minutes, my shoulders slumped.

"I don't want to forgive her Amy. I want to keep hating her. I want to keep hating all of them," I stated depressingly.

A moment later, my wife's arms wrapped around me, her pregnant belly again against my side, reminding me that I had a new family.

"You don't need to forgive them, my love, but perhaps it's time to get past some of the hate, even if it's only towards your mother."

"I need to think, alright?" I asked. Amy smiled at me.

"I know; why don't you go work out for a bit? Darren and Toni will be here soon, and I know Darren will work you hard this week to prepare for your upcoming fight."

We spoke about the fight for a few minutes. This was only my third professional fight since I beat Cody. In Los Angeles, I lost on points alone, the guy was good, and we beat each other into submission. He was some hotshot European and afterwards was one of the friendliest professional fighters you ever met.

I won the fight in Johansaberg after that. The guy had pumped himself so full of his own hype that I think he believed it. I took him down in the third round with a rather nasty combination of hits that brought him up short, and he couldn't continue.

In the third fight, the last one, I lost. It was a five-round juggernaught. My opponent was Canadian, and he was a beast. He beat me into submission. For most of the time, I was running defence. I avoided being knocked out, but he won fairly and squarely.

Aside from the professional fights, I also had numerous local fights, I had developed a reputation of being a solid competitor, and honestly, I enjoyed the fitness as well as pounding against an opponent in the ring, venting the frustration about my family.

My opponent this time was again a big-time American MMA fighter. He had won many more bouts than he lost, and I had odds of fifteen to one against me. Blaine Johnston was a warrior in every sense of the word. He had the reputation of being fierce in the ring and knew multiple martial arts styles.

Currently, Blaine was doing a worldwide tour while the Americans were in the offseason to drum up sponsorship support for next year. He had two bouts here in Australia. Last month, he soundly defeated another Aussie fighter. And next week, it was my turn. With everything going on over the last few weeks, my training had not been on point, and I wasn't entirely feeling ready despite Darren pushing me harder than ever before.

The reporters and sports channel commentators were back as well. This fight was going to be televised live globally. Mainly for Blaine, but as I was a favourite Aussie champ since my fight with Cody, it would get me some good exposure. I was hoping that I didn't embarrass myself too badly.