Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... perspective on marriage and on human nature. I hate to say it, but we've been ready for a long time, just in case you ever tried to pull a Linda."

"Don't tell daddy. I mean, if he doesn't know. I don't want to hurt him. I didn't do it. It didn't happen. It won't happen now. Thank you for stopping me."

"Anything for you, sis." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Next time, stop yourself, first."

I slept like the dead.

***

The next morning was a familiar pandemonium of overstimulated children and lost shoes and unbrushed teeth, just in a different household. Mine had calmed down a bit since our kids weren't toddlers anymore, and I was surprised that I kind of missed it. Berniss is a great mom and a world-class beauty, by the way, with her delicate belgian accent, white-blonde hair, cornflower-blue eyes and tight little gymnast's body. Just seven months after giving birth to their second child, she'd already snapped right back to where she was, but with slightly bigger boobs. Unthinkable. It's a good thing my brother's a warrior, too. He'll be chasing men away from her until she's ninety.

The pancakes were the best I'd ever eaten. Nothing makes food taste better, the sun shine brighter, or all the colors in the world seem more vibrant and beautiful than emotional catharsis and the hope of better days. Mom drove my car to join us at the restaurant. Our conversation was mercifully free from the subjects of Chicago, football, psychology conferences, dancing, ...

... Richard Taylor, and Marc LaValliere.

Mom walked me to my car afterwards. She'd get a ride home with them. "I left you a little something in the back," she told me. "It's my blue dress. I don't want it anymore. I'm sure it'll look good on you. I know it went out of style a long time ago, but I think it's come back once or twice. I guess we can call it 'vintage.'" She gave herself a little half-shrug. "You're a grown woman, a beautiful woman. You'll make your own choices. Do what you want with it. Just please try not to do what I did. Don't use it to break your husband's heart. And for god's sake, don't ever let your father see you wearing it. You'd be sure to give him a heart attack."

"I won't, mom. Thank you."

"Have a safe trip home. I love you."

"Love you, too. Thank you. Thanks for everything."

I sent two messages before I put the car in motion.

***

Richard, I'm not coming to Chicago. Cancel the plane tickets. Cancel the room you were planning for me to not use. Cancel my attendance at the conference and see if you can get yourself a refund for the fee. Find yourself some other whore. I recommend choosing an unmarried slut next time. Fuck you for threatening my marriage and family. Fuck you for almost destroying my life. Don't talk to me again in anything other than a professional capacity, and let's try to keep that to a bare minimum. Oh, and for your own safety, try to steer clear of my husband and my brother. They know everything. They saw you coming ...