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Click hereWe arranged the flowers in the little vases next to their head stones. We lingered a little while longer before Micky asked me to seal our graveside visit with a kiss. "Didn't you have something to say to grandma and grandpa?"
Looking at me with a very contended smile, Micky said, "No, you already said it. Take me to my new home, Bob."
"I have an idea, Micky. Why don't I take us to our home." We left the cemetery and started the boring four-hour drive across Nebraska to York. We arrived late afternoon and began unpacking Micky's possessions.
"What about your apartment and furniture, Micky? Don't you have a lot more?" I presumed Micky had household goods and the normal collection people acquire.
Micky laughed, "I was a kept woman, the agency owns everything in their apartment. Now that string is broken and all I own is stuffed in the trunk and back seat. And, you know something, Bob, I have the one thing I have always needed, someone to give my love to completely, emotionally, and," Micky's tone became sultry and provocative when she added, "physically."
It did not take long for neighbors to learn that I now have someone living with me. When one of the older teens in the neighborhood discovered it was Micky Watson, talk really started. We showed up at the gym together, grocery shopped together, worked in the yard together. Neighbors saw that my appearance changed and that my continence was different.
No one wanted to believe our story that that I knew her from birth; we did not care, and did not change our stories. Of course, we were silent about being related. Micky reestablished herself in York and her agent continued pressuring her to come back to work and after six months, Micky took an offer that had her working in Omaha for a photo shoot advertising the nationally ranked zoo in Omaha. Then other Omaha clients wanted her to model for them. Finally, the NCAA College World Series gave her a huge contract for print and TV ads, it was a contract for a quarter million dollars.
Micky dropped a bomb after the college World Series gig. "Bob, I am not modeling any longer. I have something else I want to devote my time to, someone else I want to satisfy. And, I do not need an agent for him, for you. If I stop modeling, are you okay with that?"
"I take it, Micky, you have already pulled the plug. How did your agent take it?" I watched as Micky only smiled.
"He will survive, he is good at exploiting parents until girls get old enough to make their own choices, then he exploits them. I never fell completely under his spell and he knew it." It was a night for celebration in high order.
We went to McDonald's for hamburgers, fries, and a shake then a stroll through the park. "Micky were you serious months ago about wanting to have a baby someday?"
The look on her face was a mixture of confusion at the question, and love of the thought. "I want to someday, yes."
We stopped to admire the fountain in the center of the park. "Don't the beads of water look like diamonds, Micky? I wish I could catch one and put it on your finger." Micky was even more confused but she soon realized what I meant.
"Diamond, put one on my finger? Bob, are you? You are serious." Micky locked me in a hug and we kissed, kissed deeper and more lovingly than ever. My passion grew and Micky felt it.
When Micky released me from her hug, I made it official by taking a little ring box from my pocket asking Micky to marry me. "Take me home, Bob. I want to say yes a few times." We scurried to the car and sped through town to our home.
To my surprise, Micky said yes to me six times during the night. The final time came as the sun was just showing itself on the horizon. My sixth load of sperm was cocked and ready to shoot when Micky went completely stiff. An orgasm overtook her so strong that she stopped breathing for a few seconds before sucking in a deep breath a screaming yes, I'll marry you. I came with gusto I did not know I had.
We did not set a date because we had to reconcile ourselves with her siblings and her father. The siblings were easier than father was and even he finally accepted us and agreed to give the bride away with no hint of our incest. When the family accepted our decision, we set a date for a spring wedding, four months off.
Looking back on the sad day of my sister's burial has since become a happy day for Micky and I. I am not sure exactly; however, we believe our first baby was conceived on the anniversary of that date.
We now have two kids, a boy eight and a girl six. We probably will not have more but we will not stop making love everyday. Now at almost 35, Micky has returned to modeling to modern women with careers and children. Micky demands the shoots are near York, because, "my family needs me and my husband loves me."