Variations in the Seasons – 2

Especially when they didn’t know Rose from Adam, and had no idea as to the history behind the two of us. Something I wasn’t quite ready to share with the two of them just yet, or even Pete for that matter, though I was confident he’d be just fine with whatever the old man decided to do. More like me in that way than either one of his two sisters were.

Unlike the previous night, our lovemaking had been soft and slow. Passionate yes, and though we did enjoy a few variations on the impossible to normally get into positions thingy, for the most part…we had normal mature adult old people sex.

It was wonderful.

We slept in Monday morning, though sleeping in for me was 8:30, which was about the time the two of us got up. Rose had hopped into the bathroom to take care of business as I headed into the kitchen to rustle up a feast. Which consisted of Orange juice, toast with jam this time, oh yes…and freshly brewed coffee.

I had just finished popping in four more slices of bread into the toaster when the sound of the back door opening reached my ears. A little too late to do much of anything as Glity suddenly came walking in. I guess I should have known better, but I honestly didn’t think she’d come rushing over the first thing Monday morning.

She was as surprised as I was.

“Note to self,” I stated. “Either change the locks on the doors, or remind the kids to knock first before simply barging in.”

I was naked the day I was born. Thank god I didn’t have an erection at least, hard enough to explain my standing there in the nude with four pieces of toast in my hand. But it wasn’t my obvious nudity that caught my daughter’s eye either…I had poured two glasses of orange juice which were sitting there on the table. She looked up with the question already forming inside her mouth when we both heard the sound.

Once again I thought about saying something, but it was already too late for that too. Rose came hopping into the kitchen as naked as I was.

I know it sounds weird perhaps. But seeing her do that is sexy as hell. In a kinky sort of way maybe, but I love it. Still…standing there as she came bouncing in, tits flying, my daughter standing just behind me, her father naked still holding onto four pieces of toast. All I could think of to say was.

“Care to stay for breakfast? Oh, and by the way…this is my friend Rose. Rose? This is my youngest daughter Glity.”

Now I don’t know if it was the sight of Rose’s boobs bouncing in every direction at once, or her being naked, hopping around on one foot. Maybe a combination of the two perhaps that did it. But suddenly I burst out laughing. And then Rose did. After the shock of seeing the two of us standing there like that, Glity soon joined in as well.

God it felt good to laugh like that again. Up until the point where my sides started aching anyway. Needless to say, Glity declined my offer to stay for breakfast leaving soon after that. I figured she’d call her sister the moment she got home. But for the moment at least, it felt good to feel alive again.

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I brushed the snow away from the marker on my wife’s grave. A fitting reminder perhaps that it was now a year ago to the day since she passed away. Rose stood a short distance away, allowing me the moment alone with my wife.

“Well honey, I fulfilled my promise to you,” I told her, standing up now looking down. “At the time, I didn’t think it was possible. But I guess you knew better didn’t you? No, Rose will never take your place. And I guess I’ve learned that it is possible to love two people, maybe a little differently perhaps, in different ways. I will always love you Stella. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you, or miss you. Can’t help but wonder if you think of me, and miss me too. But…until then, until that time comes, thank you. Thank you for making me promise you what I did.

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I don’t know if Rose and I will ever take that next step. At our age, I’m not sure that marriage would be right for either one of us. And it’s

 funny how the girls have come to accept that Rose and I are simply living together now, though I honestly believe they prefer that over our getting married. Still looking out for their mother’s interests I’m sure, though I never did tell them about the promise I had made.

They get along really well too. I’ve caught myself wondering on more than one occasion when I’ve seen the three of them all huddled up together, whispering. The girls with red faces, glancing over towards me…Rose with a bemused expression on hers, though she’s not once told me what the three of them were talking about. And oddly enough, Bill, Gracy’s husband actually walked up to me a week ago, shook my hand, smiled, laughed and told me that whatever Rose had told her had made a big improvement in their love life.

Have no clue what that was. But I did notice she’s been going without a bra a hell of a lot more lately than she ever did. Maybe it has a lot to do with that. I know for me, all Rose has to do is take off her clothes and stand there and run in place, well…you know what I mean. That’s about all it takes and I’m suddenly in the mood.

We still go over once a month for Sunday dinner now. That’s more to everyone’s liking, and Rose and I take a turn at having everyone over as well. At least they do knock now before just barging in.

Good thing too. Some of the positions Rose and I enjoy getting into might be a little hard to explain. Let alone seeing.

Glad I kept that promise.

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