The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes - Sex Stories

The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes

... that he’d been throughout their marriage. It was Robert that took his family to see the world, to places such as London, Paris, and Rome, taking advantage of his job with the airline to expose his three children to the many beautiful and exotic wonders the world had to offer. He loved to watch their faces as they saw each new and different thing, and made a serious effort to spend as much time with them as possible, to see his three children grow and bloom. Henry was in charge of all of the things closer to home; fishing and riding, of course, but also the stories of their home and its history. He taught them about the woods, and how to tell a venomous copperhead or cottonmouth from a harmless rat snake or king snake. He took them to the coast, to the white sand beaches of the Florida panhandle and to the Atlantic coast of Georgia, where the Gulf Stream presses its warm waters against the numerous fine beaches, and taught them to swim and to collect seashells together. All of them went to Disney World together, the three adults and the three children spending days laughing and playing at the many attractions. For Beth it was a time of great joy, time spent with the children so dear to her and with both of the men she loved – although her sex life with each remained independent of the other. If either felt any resentment or jealousy about that they held it in check for the sake of their woman, and their children; Robert and Henry, after a tense period, remained good friends. ...

... Sometimes people looked at them, curious about this unusual family with its one beautiful woman, two men of different races, and two white and one obviously mixed-race child; they ignored the stares and whispers and instead focused on their own lives, and on their love and the laughter of their kids. Hank was an incredibly attractive boy, his skin a rich coffee-with-cream color and his black hair eventually turning a smoky brown/blonde in the sunlight. He had somehow inherited his mother’s brilliant blue eyes, and they gave his small, dark face a startling beauty. As it turned out, though, Henry had been closer to the truth than she had; he didn’t live forever. He died at the age of eighty-one, when his son, Hank, was seven years old and Beth was almost forty-four. At the end, he died in the saddle - and no, not what you’re thinking, although he and Beth remained sexually active - as active as any eighty-one year old is likely to be – right up until the end. He could have died in the saddle in that way, but he didn’t. On the day he died they were out riding, he on Beau and Beth riding Sadie, both of whom were also getting on in years. Elsa was with them, on Princess, the small filly that Henry had gotten for her and taught her to ride. When Henry groaned loudly and slumped over in the saddle Beth had immediately sent her then-ten year old daughter back to the house, where Robert was playing basketball with Hank and Robby, with instructions to tell her father what had happened ...