The Ugly Bear - Sex Stories

The Ugly Bear

... you." He starts tickling the kid, who screams that very high-pitched sound that can make your eardrums ring for hours thereafter.

Everybody laughs. Bob is occupied making fries, having discovered how easy it is to make them with an air fryer. Daniel, the little boy who wants a second hamburger, hides behind his big dad and watches Karl.

"This is my dad," he says, poking his head between his dad's legs, "and he's stronger than you,"

"Here, Daniel," the big mean bear says. "What would you like on your hamburger?"

"Ketchup, please." He's still giggling.

Bob picks him up, goes around the kitchen block, and sits him on one of the high benches.

"Now, Daniel, eat your hamburger and be nice. Here are your fries." Bob kisses his son on the head and smiles, proud as a peacock. "What do you say to Karl?"

"Thank you, Mr. Bear." He bursts out laughing. So does everyone else.

Mat looks at his family, who adopted Karl instantly. He, too, is proud of them. No one made a remark about Karl's looks, not even the children, except for Daniel which was all in good fun. It seems to Mat the everybody likes Karl. They've been talking, playing, and arguing with him the whole time, except when they're busy eating.

After supper, in a quiet corner of the living room, Mat sees his dad talking to Karl. The two large men are both standing up with a beer in hand. Bob, his wife Eve, his oldest son Teddy, and Mat are all cleaning up the kitchen together.

"Are your other boys as ...

... big as you and Bob?" Karl asks, curious.

"Yes, they are, and so are my daughters. My wife was almost as tall as me, you know." Jack looks at Mat, who's busy with Bob's oldest son, already taller than him. He knows that Karl is curious about Mat, obviously.

"You see," Jack says, "Anita, my wife, had a very difficult pregnancy when bearing Mathieu. The doctors discovered that she had advanced ovarian cancer, and it was spreading fast, endangering the baby. They told us that they had to operate immediately, and that meant that the chances of saving the baby were near zero. Anita refused. She insisted that they save the baby — a baby boy we had already named Mathieu. She was just over four months pregnant. I refused. I said that they had to save both. I wouldn't budge. We're in the twenty-first century. I screamed at them to find someone competent enough. That was in Ottawa, where we lived at the time. A friend of mine found a specialist here, at Sainte-Justine Hospital, who said he would attempt the operations: a cesarian, then the immediate extraction of the ovaries and of the uterus." Jack says, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Well Karl...he succeeded."

Jack remains silent for a little while. Karl waits, knowing he isn't finished and that he's trying to control his emotions. Then Jack continues.

"Mathieu was in serious difficulties; his lungs were underdeveloped, and he was smaller than a normal fetus of the same age. He was in an incubator, isolated, for a ...