Uncle Jason Lives with Us Pt. 02

GINA

When I awoke, John was gone from the bed, but I could hear him downstairs childishly banging things around in the kitchen getting the coffee ready. God, what a night, it had been everything I had hoped. Interestingly, while Jason was pounding me relentlessly, I kept thinking about John down the hall and hoping that he could hear what was happening, even though I knew he couldn't, it heightened my arousal. My only disappointment was that John didn't want to take me when I returned from Jason's room. My friends told me that in 99% of cases the husband will 'reclaim' his wife by taking her more forcibly than ever before. I was really looking forward to that part, but John was snoring soundly when I came back. In a way it made me angry that he cared so little. I sighed and got out of bed to start my Sunday. As usual, after a round with Jason it was a little hard for me to walk normally.

Later as I was flitting around in the kitchen preparing for the usual family Sunday brunch I noticed that John had disappeared somewhere. I saw that his car was still in the garage, so he couldn't be far away. About 20 minutes later John came in from outside. He was wearing jogging shorts and a sweat drenched T shirt. "What have you been up to?"

"I went for a quick run. I need to lose a few pounds and get into better shape."

"Ok, but go take a quick shower. You're dripping sweat on my kitchen floor. Hurry up now, brunch will be ready in about 15 minutes."

"I won't be having brunch today. I will eat out later."

"Yes you will be having brunch with your family! I mean it John. What will the girls think? Fifteen minutes, and you will be in your seat."

I knew John didn't want to acquiesce to my demand, but his love of his daughters would overcome that. He knew the girls would be upset if he wasn't there, so he nodded and headed for the shower.

Isn't that sweet, my husband wants to compete with my boyfriend. I knew he loved me. This is going to be so much fun! Oh my god, I wonder if I can convince John to have a threesome? Calm down girl, there is a long way to go before that. You have to get John back in your bed first. I had never been happier and in a constant state of arousal in my life. I started humming as I continued with the meal preparations.

When everyone was seated at the table Sunday brunch, Jason was noticeably absent. John had a wry smile on his face and was interacting playfully with the children as was his normal custom, but Mary asked where Uncle Jason was.

"He must be running late." I jumped up from the table and headed upstairs. "I will hurry him up."

When I reached his door, I knocked and called out, "Jason sweetie, brunch is ready. Everyone is downstairs waiting."

Jason opened the door and sheepishly said, "Maybe it would be better if I just stayed up here?"

"Why ever would you say that? We are a family, and we always have brunch together, now come downstairs with me."

"John will be there, he knows we had sex last night. I mean I slept with his wife, and now you want me to sit with him? Don't you think that might be a little uncomfortable, for everyone?"

I put on my serious mom face and sternly spoke. "Jason, you are part of the family now. You will eat with us. Maybe it will be uncomfortable, but if you want to keeping having sex with me, you will get downstairs in the next 3 minutes. Do you understand me?"

I sashayed away giving a little extra swing in my hips for Jason's benefit, secure in the knowledge that he would be following me shortly. "God men are such babies," I muttered under my breath and headed down the stairs.

Jason was right; the meal was uncomfortable, even though the girls were oblivious. They were constantly engaged with Jason which made John furious. I could see the smoke coming out of his ears as he shot daggers at Jason with his eyes. On Jason's part, he refused to even look over at John.

Now I was getting angry. "Girls when we finish here I would like you three to do the dishes while Uncle Jason and your Dad and I have a discussion in the living room."

"Of course Mom," Sabrina responded but we were hoping Uncle Jason could help us so we can find out more about where he is from."

"Some other time sweetheart." I snapped a little too curtly. "If you boys are done lets take our coffees into the living room and chat for a bit." I got up and headed that way without waiting for any response from them.

I have always been someone who handled issues directly. My reputation at school was, 'you don't mess with Ms. Bishop.' That applied to both students and faculty. I handled my home life in the same manner. This childish behavior from my men was going to stop!

I stood waiting impatiently for John and Jason. Once again, this wasn't by accident. First John shuffled in and chose to sit in his recliner. I was pleased to see this. It fit my agenda perfectly. Jason followed and I firmly took his hand and led him to the couch where I sat next to him hand in hand. I made sure that John could see my thigh pressed into Jason's and that Jason could feel the heat coming from me. Both of them knew I was in charge.

"Boys this has to stop, and stop right now." I was speaking in an almost motherly fashion. "We are a family now, and we need to work together to make this transition smoother." John just snorted and started to get up. "Sit down!" I barked at him. And he slumped back down. "I am not a fool, I know this will take a little time for us to develop a routine as to how are life is going to be, but the two of you need to stop acting like children. You both need to find a way to get along..."

"Excuse me dear, but you are sitting in our living room on our couch with your lover holding hands. You don't think I find that a little upsetting?" John snapped sarcastically.

"John, yes Jason is my boyfriend, he and I have sex. I would like to be making love with you, but you continue to pout about it and refuse me. I don't love him, I love you. He isn't a threat at all. Why can't you understand this? And keep your voice down our daughters are in the kitchen."

"I don't believe the crap you are spouting. I will put up with this because I have to, but don't expect anything more." John got up and headed to the garage.

The whole time Jason never uttered a word. After John left, Jason finally spoke. "Maybe this was a really bad idea, Gina. I should probably just leave."

"No baby, you aren't leaving. Let's give it a couple of weeks. I am sure things will improve. Besides, you know you will never find another woman who can do the things to you that I do."

But things didn't improve. Over the next two weeks Jason was becoming more reticent, John was getting angrier, and I was growing more frustrated. Fortunately the girls seemed incognizant to the discord. In fact, they were growing very fond of Uncle Jason.

I started to worry that my plans were beginning to unravel. In the third week of Jason's stay after once again going to his room telling John, like I did every night, that I would stay with him if he would just make love with me. As always, John just ignored me. That night in bed Jason couldn't perform.

"Gina, I'm sorry but I just can't do this anymore. You know I love being with you, but this is just killing John. I'm worried that he is going to murder me in my sleep. The sex with you is fantastic, you've been a great teacher, but I think I am going to have to move out."

"No sweetheart, we just have to give it more time. Besides the girls absolutely adore you! Please give it at least another week?"

"Okay. I really do think of them as my nieces. They are such great kids. I..I'm sorry about tonight." He motioned to his flaccid cock. "I just don't feel right about this."

I gently patted his hand and said, "Don't worry about it baby. I'm sure it's just temporary. Give it another week, please?" I rose from the bed to head back to John and I was plenty mad and I was certainly going to give him a piece of my mind.

JOHN

I was lying in bed, seething as usual. Gina didn't know it of course, but part of my growing anger was based on the fact that in the two weeks I had been reviewing my surveillance equipment, it hadn't picked up on a single thing that would point to her being an unfit mother. I knew I should give it more time, but I was impatient because the girls seemed to be getting really attached to Jason. This only served to fuel my anger and frustration. I knew it was childish and realistically not true, but part of me thought Jason was trying to replace me.

My thoughts were interrupted; I could hear Gina stomping back towards the master bedroom. I glanced at my watch. Only 20 minutes had passed. This can't be good. The door flew open and Gina charged through slamming it behind her.

"Ok asshole, you are going to get what you wanted! I am going to divorce your ass and charge you with abusing me and the girls. I hope you will be happy living in a shoebox and never getting to see your daughters again!"

"Fuck you Gina! I will counter sue and everyone in your family and at school is going to hear the audio I have of you threatening me. I will take my fucking chances in court. You might win, but you won't ever be able to show your face in town again, you cheating fucking whore, I am done with this bullshit!"

We were both yelling now, oblivious to how it was being perceived by the other members of the household. We were too far gone now to care. Just then there was a pounding on our bedroom door and Jason flung it open and stormed in.

"You two need to quiet down! Your daughters can hear what is going on. I may be an asshole but you both are acting like children. They came running to my room crying that something was wrong with you guys. I told them I would handle it and shooed them back into their room." Jason was really angry and it caught both Gina and I off guard.

Looking straight at me, Jason continued, "I'm sorry I did this to you John. I didn't think it would be like this. You're a decent guy and you didn't deserve what I am doing to you. Give me a week or so and I will try to find alternative living arrangements, then I will be out of your hair for good."

Then to Gina, "I am sorry." And he quietly left the room closing the door behind him, much more gently this time.

We just stared at the closed door in stunned silence. Finally I came to my senses and got up from bed. "I will go smooth this over with the girls. I will tell them we were arguing about purchasing a new car or something."

Gina was still standing and hadn't moved at all since Jason stormed into the room. All of her planning and hard work was going up in smoke. She had to think of something she could do to make it right.

I came back into our bedroom quite chagrined. "I can't believe we behaved like that. All three of them had tears in their eyes when I walked in. I couldn't lie to them Gina."

"What!" she caught herself but still spoke louder than she should have.

"Quiet down. I told them we were arguing about adult stuff and couldn't really explain what it was. I told them the argument was over, and that we both loved them very much and it had nothing to do with them.

"June asked me if we were going to get a divorce. What was I supposed to say? How does a twelve year old know about this stuff?"

"Oh my god, how did you answer that question?"

"Not very well I'm afraid. I told them I didn't think so, and promised you and I would try to work through our problems. Make sure you back me up in the morning when you talk with them. I mean it Gina, don't start any shit."

Now Gina collapsed on the bed in tears. I couldn't bring myself to comfort her. She started this whole thing, let her live with it. Christ what a mess.

In the morning, after the kids were off to school and Jason to work, I spoke to Gina and we both agreed to meet that night and figure out how to get out of this quagmire.

Just before heading out the door though I snapped at Gina. "Could you please stay out of Jason's bed for the rest of the week? At least until we can figure this out?"

Gina just nodded her head and left for the school.

That evening it was very quiet in the Bishop household. Jason wasn't anywhere to be found. Gina had at least backed up my explanation to the girls so they were fairly calm. After everyone was in bed we spoke civilly to each other, but failed to resolve our issues. We agreed at a minimum we would wait until Jason moved out before addressing our situation further.

Although unspoken, part of me was relieved. Maybe this aspect of the nightmare was over and we could figure something out. It was awkward because all three girls kept asking where Jason was. They truly liked him, so that was another element of this that would need to be resolved. How was he going to disappear from our lives when he worked about a mile away at the Twin Lakes Truck Stop and took classes at the local JC? Ours wasn't a very large town and, well that was just one more problem.

I knew the coming divorce would be hard on everyone, especially Mary. She was only eight, how do you explain things like that to her?

The biggest issue was Gina's sex drive. I knew that she wasn't going to flip that off like a light switch. I felt the only recourse was a divorce so she could screw whomever she wanted as much as she wanted, and it wouldn't be my problem any longer. I had to find a way to accomplish that as amicably as possible. Being a part time dad was still unthinkable to me. Somehow maybe I could talk Gina into giving me primary custody or at the very least a joint custody situation. I could present it that by doing so; she would have more free time for her 'extra curricular' activities. That just might work.

GINA

I was obviously disconcerted with what had transpired. But I wasn't ready to give up what I had worked so hard for. Maybe I could talk to Jason about meeting a few days a week. I knew it was very risky because it would be far easier for an affair to be exposed doing that, but I just couldn't give up Jason's big cock. I spent every spare moment over the next couple of days trying to develop a plan where I stayed married to John and had Jason on the side without John knowing about it. After all I still loved him but needed them both.

JASON

It had been three days since the blow up at John and Gina's. I was as conflicted as they were. I mean I had absolutely no idea how fantastic sex could be until I hooked up with Gina. I knew she had played me like a violin, but I didn't care. I doubted that I would ever be able replace the unbelievably intense feelings of sex with Gina with someone else.

It was true that I wasn't very experienced when I met Gina. I had only a few awkward fumbling encounters in the back seats of cars to compare it too. But somehow I comprehended that Gina knew how to do things that most girls my age would never be able to learn. Especially the control she had with her pussy muscles. She could lock on to my cock and milk me dry. She also knew how to draw it out. She had an uncanny ability to stop when I was close and wait for me to calm down, then she would start again. Jesus, just thinking about it was getting me hard. Damn it!

On the other hand, John was a really good guy. His daughters were crazy about him. They were terrific girls and I had already grown really attached to them. I understood why John didn't want to ever be separated from them.

I had promised to be out of the Bishop's place in a week, but it seemed like there wasn't a room for rent anywhere in this whole town. I liked living here too. I had spoken again only briefly to John and Gina since the blow up because frankly I was trying to avoid any more scenes like the other night. I assured them I would be out of their lives soon, but finding somewhere affordable to live was proving difficult.

One evening Gina had cornered me alone and flat told me she wasn't giving me up. Actually she said she wasn't going to give up my dick. I found that somewhat offensive, but I really didn't want to give her pussy up either! However, I was at least fond of her as a person too. She was smart, funny and a great conversationalist. Sometimes she would help me with my studies. I mean she was a school teacher. Apparently though she only liked me for the size of my dick. Oh well, I could figure all that out later, right now I had to find someplace to live.

In fact I had asked for this entire day off from work so I could do some more room hunting. I was heading to a room for rent notice that I read online. I glanced quickly at the directions in my hand. I didn't think I needed to turn on my phone's GPS because I was familiar with the area. I couldn't see if I was supposed to turn left or right quick enough so I turned left. There was a school bus in front of me at the stop sign. It started to pull through the intersection.

When I accelerated, my ancient VW gave a horrendous back fire, and simultaneously I heard and saw a large delivery truck T bone the school bus in the middle of the intersection. The bus wasn't going fast but the impact from the truck tipped it onto its right side. It happened in an instant but seemed like it was in slow motion. The bus was skidding on its side, sparks flying, and then it hit a light pole. I smelled the fuel leaking out of the bus as I jumped of my car, there was a loud whoosh and flames erupted around the engine compartment of the bus. Shit the main door was blocked!

I could see little children waving their arms frantically and hear their crying and screaming inside the bus as I ran towards it. I saw people standing around doing nothing. Some were at least making what I assumed were 911 calls. A few were actually recording the unfolding disaster on their phones without lifting a finger to help.

Where was the bus driver? Shit the kids were too small to open the windows or rear escape door. Oh my god the fire was spreading quickly. At that moment everything got quiet. All the screaming and other distractions were cleared away. I developed a kind of a tunnel vision. Somehow I knew exactly what I had to do. It was almost like an out of body experience. It was eerie, like I was watching myself do things I never knew I was capable of.

In one swift motion I managed to reach the emergency door and rip the door open with such force it actually came off its hinges and crashed to the pavement. There were several frenzied kids at the door struggling to get out. I grabbed them by twos and helped them out. I know I yelled to a man and woman standing by to keep the kids together, but couldn't even hear my own words. It was like I was in an old silent movie. They must have heard me however because they did what I said.

Once those kids were out I could see several injured and trapped children with fire starting to lick around them. I knew they were screaming and crying but again, there was no sound. I was, as I learned later from some of the first responders, in what they referred to as "the zone."

I clambered into the bus and began carrying children out. Some were unconscious; some were screaming silently and clinging desperately to me. I carried them to the back and handed them to waiting arms. I looked outside, still no emergency personnel on sight. What the fuck was taking so long? Didn't anybody call 911. Didn't anyone know how bad this was? But I had no choice but to keep working. I had no concept of the passage of time. I found out later that the first police unit was on scene 90 seconds after the initial 911 call and the first fire/rescue unit 35 seconds later. To me it seemed like forever.

I headed back towards the front again. I found two little girls clutching each other. I saw the look of terror frozen on their faces. One was trapped in a tangled seat and the other, probably her best friend wouldn't let go of her. They knew they were going to die. I simply ripped the seats away with one hand, grabbed both of them and raced to the back once again depositing my cargo to the people outside. I ran back in one more time. I could feel the heat surrounding me, a burning sensation now on my hands and arms. Damn it, where was the fire department?