2 comments/ 36293 views/ 38 favorites How Do You Tell The Parents? By: imhapless There are no underage sexual relationships in this story; all sexual relationships and feelings are for people 18 or older. __________________ My brother Aiden and I have a problem; I'm LuAnn Altman. I'll summarize how we got to where we are, and who the characters in my life's drama are, but if you want all the gory background details you'll have to read "Asperger's Is No Drawback," in the Loving Wives Section, published May 20, 2014, byline Aiden. As the more perceptive of you might already have figured out, I wrote the original story as told to me by Aiden; while he's mathematically gifted, because of his Asperger's he has real trouble writing and expressing his feelings, but I drew him out when getting him to relate his version of events and emotions to me. I'm flattered that Aiden thinks that I'm the most beautiful woman, inside and out, that he's ever seen. I will admit that being half Dutch, half Vietnamese – which is often the case of children of mixed Caucasian and Asian descent – I'm pretty good looking, but I think that only Aiden, because he is blinded by his love for me, thinks that I'm exceptionally beautiful and sexy. Aiden, on the other hand, gave the impression in his story that he is basically a large blob of protoplasm. Nothing could be further than the truth. While he definitely is all of 6 feet 5 inches, 280 pounds of almost pure muscle, he is also very good looking. In my opinion he would be an action movie star, better, more handsome, and more believable than Arnold Schwarzenegger or Liam Nesson, but for his Asperger's. Aiden's shock of silky long blond hair, baby face, and dimples, can soften the hardest of hearts or attitudes. I've never met a female who didn't like Aiden on one level or another. I have always felt a deep, primal, connection to Aiden my entire conscious life. My first memory of childhood – I could not have been more than a year old – was of toddler Aiden performing kind acts for me. Maybe just like a baby duckling imprinting on its mother – or some other animal – I believe that I imprinted on Aiden. My adoptive mother (I have never had even the slightest desire to find my birth mother) Beatrice, one of the country's experts on cognitive development, recognized that when I was young and was aware of what that could mean when we got older, considering that we were both adopted and our parents were always up front about that with us since we were toddlers. Therefore she subtly counseled me all through my years at home – and even when I left for Cal Tech Engineering School at the ripe old age of seventeen – regarding suppression of my feelings toward Aiden. I don't know if my mother ever talked with my father, Jacob, about my "imprinted" fixation on Aiden. While my father is a legitimate genius at engineering and business, he isn't perceptive when it comes to people, relying on my mother's judgment for that. The only way he would have any clue about my fascination with Aiden would be if my Mom told him. My father and I not only work together in ZYX Corporation (as CEO he's the ultimate boss in the company), the largest developer and manufacturer of proximity detectors and related hi-tech equipment in the U. S., but our engineering minds are very similar. However, regardless of how he deals with me in business – whether we agree or disagree, and argue or concur – outside the office I'm always his "little girl." I have known since I was a toddler that I could manipulate him any way I chose to. I'm the apple of his eye. I only do manipulate him on rare occasions, however, sometimes to the laughing disgust of my Mom. Aiden's Asperger's is not severe, mostly because our Mom is an expert in cognitive development and worked with Aiden from the time that he was little to socialize him. However, it is real. Therefore, he never sensed the way that I felt about him. He knew that I loved him as a brother, and his love for and devotion to me knows no bounds, but he has always been blissfully unaware that I have always been painfully sexually attracted to him. I came to grips with my real feelings for Aiden the day that he almost killed the opposing wrestler his sophomore and my junior (even though I'm a year younger than Aiden I skipped several grades and was ahead of him in school) year in High School because the guy insulted me and made me cry. I no longer could deny the feelings that my Mother had so skillfully tried to get me to suppress up until then. I was romantically, sexually, passionately, in love with Aiden. However, although I admitted the truth to myself, I never acted upon it for many reasons, primarily because I thought that it might adversely affect Aiden and certainly would make my parents distraught – and that is the LAST thing I wanted to do to those two loving people. I believe that the hardest day of my life was the day that Aiden married that uber-bitch Jennifer Brighton. I set up a "gold-digger" test that I was sure that she would fail, but somehow she didn't. While I gave numerous subtle hints to Aiden about her undesirability as a wife, they were too indirect for his Asperger's brain to absorb, and I didn't want to be vocally against the relationship for many reasons. I knew that Aiden didn't have a chance once Jennifer passed the "gold-digger" test. Regardless of what I think of her as a person I have to admit that she has more sexuality in her little finger than a dozen normal women have collectively in their entire bodies. The bitch is simply sex-on-wheels; I don't know how any heterosexual guy could resist her once she got her claws into him. Certainly Aiden couldn't. One of the saddest days of my life was the day that Jennifer and Aiden got married. I pretended to be happy, and I think that I was successful in giving everyone – except my Mom, who knew the truth – that impression. Certainly Aiden never saw the tightness in my back muscles, or witnessed my shallow "pant-blow" breathing when I was a bridesmaid during the ceremony. Everyone except for Mom misinterpreted my tears of agony to be tears of joy. ________________ During the first three years of the Aiden-Jennifer marriage they both seemed to be happy, and I – feared more than hoped – that it might work out. I had always dated frequently since I was sixteen, although I didn't have any real long-standing relationships, and lost my virginity at eighteen. However, during the first years of Aiden's marriage I started to date more in general, and more particularly fuck much more than the first twenty two years of my life. While I certainly had my share of good sexual experiences, and got tons of positive feedback from my partners, I never came close to feeling fulfilled. When shortly after his third anniversary Aiden came to me with evidence of Jennifer's cheating (when she thought that his trust fund had come-in), I knew that I had my chance to break her spell over him. It wasn't just because I loved Aiden that I wanted him out of her clutches – because even then I didn't think that I would ever act on my love for Aiden. However, I knew that it was best for Aiden to get her out of his life because eventually she would make him miserable. The fact that the slimy gold-digger would cheat on someone like Aiden, with the looks of Adonis and the sensitivity of Gandhi, made me furious. I was so pleased that the "sting" that I masterminded destroyed any love that Aiden had for Jennifer, and it was truly a happy day for me when they divorced and Aiden came out of it financially unscathed. However my euphoria didn't last long because they continued to fuck two or three nights a week even after the divorce. When Aiden and Jennifer sold their house and I talked Aiden into coming to live with me in my three bedroom house I thought that I would fairly easily be able to work on Aiden so that he would realize that he needed to give her up completely to be truly happy. It turned out to be difficult both because subtle manipulation or suggestion had no effect on Aiden because of his Asperger's, and because apparently Jennifer was a fantastic fuck, hard for any red-blooded male to give up. When Aiden went into a funk – if not despair – starting a few days before what would have been his fourth wedding anniversary to the Siren, I knew that I had to take drastic steps otherwise Aiden might become clinically depressed. I couldn't let that happen. It was then that I convinced myself that the only way out of it was to seduce Aiden. I'm sure that I was thinking about my own happiness as much as Aiden's when I came to the decision that I was going to establish a physical loving relationship with Aiden to complement the emotional loving relationship that we already had. I persuaded myself that even if it didn't work out that he and I could return to the emotionally rich relationship that we had enjoyed for all of our lives. I knew that there was some risk, but when I saw the normally jovial upbeat Aiden that I had always known listless on what would have been the date of his fourth anniversary, I had to take the chance. I arranged for a weekend at the top resort within a two hundred mile radius of my house. I reserved the Honeymoon Suite, and treated myself to a day at the Spa to get ready. I shaved my pussy, leaving only a landing strip, got a facial, and a Scotch Spray. The final pampering of my day at the Spa was a massage. I knew that I was looking my best when the sexy male masseuse giving me a Swedish massage put his job on the line by propositioning me. I was flattered and in such a good mood that I didn't turn him in. To enhance the seductive feelings welling up inside of me that I wanted to spring on unsuspecting Aiden, however, when my massage was over I dropped my towel and stood in front of the masseuse naked and said "Your only tip is seeing me like this." When I saw him fully tent his pants and mumble "More than enough," I smiled, wrapped the towel around me, and returned to the ladies locker room. __________________ I didn't take "No" for an answer on the Friday after what would have been his fourth wedding anniversary when a downtrodden Aiden came home from work and I told him that I was taking him away for the weekend. Despite the fact that I made numerous comments pregnant with sexual innuendo when we drove to the resort, shot trap, had dinner and drinks, danced, and went on a romantic walk around the lake, holding hands, I'm sure that none of them registered with him. He was already feeling much better, however, by the time that we went up to the Honeymoon Suite. Aiden seemed genuinely surprised when he saw that we were to be sharing the same room – he knew that there was something different about it, but didn't conclude that it was the Honeymoon Suite – and flabbergasted when he realized that there was only one bed in it. Even Asperger's Syndrome Aiden figured it out, however, once I dropped my skirt and revealed my panty-less bottom. Once I stepped out of my skirt, with my four inch heels still on, Aiden's eyes got a big as baseballs. He started mumbling something about "What are you doing...," although his words were far from clear. "How do you like my thighs, Aiden? I've been working out and I think I've gotten pretty good muscle tone, don't you?" I asked as seductively as possible. "Uh, well, ah, what,....yeah," roughly approximates his response. I did notice the bulge forming in his pants. It was a big bulge. I hadn't seen him naked since we were kids and for the first time I realized – especially given his size – that his cock might be too meaty for my little pussy. I know from girl talk, and from the eight sexual partners that I've had, that my pussy is tight even for someone with my petite five feet two inch, 105 pound, frame. I didn't let it deter me. "Also, I decided to shave except for a landing strip. Does my pussy look OK to you?" I asked, dripping even more enticement into my voice. Aiden's response to this was a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. I then quickly removed my top and my bra as I sauntered over to Aiden, closing the ten-fifteen feet between us in fifteen or twenty seconds. "What do you think of my nipples, Aiden? I'm told that they're called 'puffies.' Some guys don't like puffies. How about you, Aiden?" Temptation was dripping from my lips when I said that. If Aiden's eyes were baseballs before, they were bowling balls now as he stood there mute and salivating. "Please touch them, Aiden," I enticed, not really giving him a choice as I took his limp left hand and put into contact with my right nipple. After he tenderly manipulated my nipple for a few minutes I said "Suck on the other one for me, Aiden." He complied. His lips on one nipple and hand on the other, with his other hand on my left hip, felt so good that I closed my eyes. After a couple of minutes of this bliss I opened my eyes again to see him staring intently at my face. I started unbuckling his belt. He finally was able to actually speak. "LuAnn...I really love you. But we can't do this...we're brother and sister. Whaaat...what would Mom and Dad say?" "Aiden, I love you not just as a brother, but as a soul mate. I've wanted to have sex with you since we were teenagers. I'm telling you now because I need to give you an alternative to that manipulative bitch you used to be married to. I want you to know that with me you'll get real, true love in addition to physical satisfaction. You're going to have to hurt me to stop me – do you want to hurt me, Aiden?" My little speech was made staring into his big azure eyes while I subtly continued undoing his pants. "I could never hurt ..." he started to say, but didn't get through the entire thought; instead he started groaning because I put my little hands around his cock. Once I caressed his cock for a few seconds I knew that it was too big – but I sure wasn't going to stop now. I got him fully undressed, made him lay back on the bed, and then snuggled up next to him. "One second," I giggled, as I quickly retrieved my purse and pulled out a five-star rated lubricant that I had used a couple of times before, jumped back on the bed, and started lubing up his cock. Since his body is so thick and muscular and his cock so big it seemed like the tip of it was three feet up in the air (obviously it wasn't). I straddled Aiden the best that I could, given his bulk, and stroked on lubricant with both hands. My intent wasn't to have him cum, but that was the effect. After only a minute he groaned "LuAnn...I'm gonna cum!" When I saw his dick start to twitch I put my mouth over it and took in his entire load swallowing every last spurt. I don't often swallow, but in the case of Aiden, it seemed only natural and I found it pleasurable. "Holy shit!" he groaned once his dick stopped spurting. "Sorry," I giggled. "I was just trying to get you ready to make love to me – I didn't realize you were so excitable." He looked at me with the most loving eyes. "I'm the one sorry. Your touch was just so electric – this is like my ultimate dream come true. I will make love to you, but first I want to inspect something. I giggled and shrieked as he grabbed me, lifted me, turned me over, and placed my back on the bed, like I was a doll. With a big shit-eating grin on his face he got between my thighs. I laughed and wiggled for a few seconds until his fingers moved my pussy lips apart and his tongue contacted my clitoris. More slowly, powerfully, deliberately, carefully, and –most importantly – lovingly, than anyone ever had before, Aiden devastated my pussy with his tongue, lips, and fingers. He seemed to have all fingers, both lips, and his tongue all going at the same time. I honestly don't know how many orgasms wracked my body, but ultimately it seemed to be one continuous climax. By the time that Aiden let up I was completely drained. He lay next to me stroking the side of my face, then the side of my boob, until I was cognizant enough to look at him. With what I'm sure was a half-smile and wistful expression I whispered "I love you Aiden. I want so badly to make love to you." His words uplifted me. "I love you more than life itself, LuAnn. I'll do anything to make you happy," he said seriously. Then he got a sly grin. "Considering the relative sizes of your vagina and my penis I think that you're going to need this, though," he cackled as he handed the tube of lubricant back to me. I giggled again. I spread some lubricant into my already sopping wet cunt. Then I straddled him again and stroked more onto his cock. "Don't go off on me yet," I chuckled. "Oh, God – that feels so good – it's hard not to," he murmured. Once Aiden's cock was lathered up I squatted above it. I started to slowly lower my tight wet pussy onto his big lathered cock. He held my hips as I did so, occasionally one hand straying so as to pinch one of my puffy nipples. I rested my hands on his big muscular chest as I purposefully moved my pussy into contact with the head of his cock. The first inch of penetration felt fantastic. The next two inches were difficult. While not exactly painful, they weren't easy. I twisted and turned, all the while moving my eyes from the girthy cock disappearing into my gash, to Aiden's handsome face and dancing eyes. He was clearly enjoying how snug my pussy was on his cock. It took an agonizingly long time, but I finally got him buried almost to the hilt. Then I started moving slightly up and down. Aiden bucked up a couple of times. "Aiden," I grunted. "I think that you're going to have to stay still. It hurts a little if you move; let me control the action." He got a concerned look on his face. I made it change into a contented grimace as I started to contract my pc muscles. While I had done that with other partners – to their great joy – since Aiden's cock was so big around it had a more dramatic effect on him than it had had on my previous sex partners. He constantly gurgled in pleasure as I pulsed my pussy. I started to feel more and more comfortable with his massive organ filling my channel. Once I felt relaxed I started moving up and down, and backward and forward, in addition to rippling my pc muscles. The feeling, especially during the forward rocking – where his cock pressed against my clit – was beyond erotic. It was having a dramatic effect on Aiden too. Soon he grabbed both of my hips, pulled down on them, and then his cock shook and blasted inside me like a loose garden hose flipping around on the ground when the water pressure is turned on. The euphoria was too much. My circuits fried. I lost consciousness. I don't know how long I was out of it, but when I woke up I had collapsed onto Aiden's chest. I could feel half of his cock still inside me, not quite as stiff as when he had inundated my pussy with cum. I raised myself up and confirmed what I felt visually. His cream was leaking out of my cunt, soaking his pubic hair and coating my thighs. Aiden's eyes were closed, he was moaning, and he had the most satisfied look imaginable on his face. I pushed up on his chest enough to pop my pussy off of his dick, sending a jolt up my spine and causing him to flinch and groan more loudly. His eyes opened completely. "That may be the first time that I actually made love and didn't just fuck," were the first words out of his smiling lips. "I love you so much LuAnn." And then something I didn't expect. This big hulk of a man with ten times my physical strength started to sob. "I love you so much," he said over and over, almost like an incantation, as he engulfed me in his big strong arms as I lay on his chest. "I love you too," I told him time and again. "I've always loved you." We fell into a deep sleep confessing our love for each other. _______________ Come Saturday morning we quickly decided to stay in our room naked the entire day. The fact that it was raining outside the vast majority of the time made that decision easier, but we had lots of exploring to do, both of each other's bodies and our souls. We ordered room service breakfast, lunch and dinner and advised Housekeeping that our room was fine the way that it was. How Do You Tell The Parents? You would think that an entire day together in a hotel room would be boring. Not so. We had lots to talk about when we weren't trying our best to energize the other's nerve endings. With continued use of the lubricant, by the third love-making session of the day things got easier. Aiden was able to buck up when I pushed down. We could control how long we mated quite easily. As soon as I started squeezing his cock with my pussy he would almost instantly ejaculate and I would shortly follow with a massive orgasm. Showers and a bath together were sooo sensual. We giggled as we washed each other's parts. Aiden loved sucking on my puffy nipples. He did so gently but purposefully, often resulting in me almost having a small orgasm I was so titillated. While we thoroughly explored our feelings for each other – we were madly in love every way imaginable – we didn't address the main issue that we eventually would have to. What to tell our parents. Sunday we actually left our rooms for meals, to go swimming, to get a couples' massage, and to work out in the exercise room. Of course we still left plenty of time for love-making. We became so responsive to each other's sexual needs that we believed that eventually we would be able to have intercourse doggy style or missionary; and that at some point we would want to try an animal fuck to complement our love-making. Monday morning rolled around too quickly, but we got up with our alarm, drove straight to work together since we worked in adjacent buildings both owned by ZYX, and stole one kiss in the covered parking lot before we swore "no public displays of affection." ______________ When Aiden and I drove home from work together that Monday early evening he was bubbling over with excitement. "Why so excited?" I chirped. He put his big hand on my thigh, pushed up my skirt, and moved his fingers near my pussy. "Two reasons," he chuckled. "First, I gave Jennifer her $25,000 check today and told her that we're done. I've got the best pussy in the world where I'm living and I don't need her anymore." That absolutely thrilled me, and I broke into a big grin. "Second," he deadpanned – as much as a guy with Asperger's can, anyway – "I'm going to get me some of the aforementioned pussy as soon as I get home." "You are, huh," I giggled. "Don't I have anything to say about that?" "No, your pussy is on board with it so it doesn't make any difference how you feel about it," he chuckled as he brought his fingers into contact with my already wet panties and I almost ran off the road. As soon as we got to the threshold of my house Aiden picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me across it. Then he removed my clothes and his pants, laid down on the living room couch, and carefully impaled me on his cock. We had a thoroughly emotionally and physically satisfying orgasm before we made dinner together – naked. For the next two weeks I don't think that my mind was ever not awash with endorphins. You would have thought that my preoccupation with having sex with Aiden – we had intercourse twice a day and oral or hand contact almost every waking minute when we were home – would have made me worthless at work. The opposite was true. My mind was keener than ever, and I came up with two patentable ideas, one of which we could immediately commercialize, in those weeks, much to my Dad's joy. One thing that we didn't do in those first two weeks together was to go see my Mom. While we both saw our Dad at work, I wanted to avoid seeing our mother for fear that she would figure out what was going on – and I wasn't ready for that yet. However, during the third week of our over-the-top sex Mom insisted that we come to a party at my parents' house that Saturday. There was no way that we could refuse, so I just made up my mind that I would be careful in how I acted around my Mom. The party was relatively small, but very nice – our Mom is the ultimate hostess and everything was in perfect taste. Mom asked if Aiden and I could stay around after the other guests left to help clean up. There was no way to avoid it since we always helped out at home, and Aiden would never say "No" to Mom no matter what. After everything was cleaned up, the four of us sat in the living room sipping cognac and giving the party a post-mortem. My Dad genuinely said "You know, Aiden and LuAnn – I've never seen you two so happy. Life must really be agreeing with you now." Aiden smiled broadly. "It is, Dad," he replied. I tried to look pensive. Then the bombshell! "Jacob, they're so happy because they're in love with each other and having intercourse – likely daily," Mom said matter-of-factly. I spewed cognac through my nose – it didn't feel good. Aiden looked perplexed and glanced at me with a look that asked "Did you tell her?" "What!" my father exclaimed. "Actually, Jacob," Mom continued, "LuAnn has been in love with Aiden since they were teenagers. She never acted on it until – and I'm kind of speculating here but I'm sure that LuAnn will come clean shortly – she saw Aiden getting depressed over his divorce from that gold-digger. She apparently thought the way out of it was to seduce him and since Aiden undoubtedly always loved LuAnn too, even though his emotions were masked by his Asperger's, that was easy to do. What I don't understand, however, is how they see the future playing out." After almost a minute of stunned silence, during which both Aiden and I avoided eye contact with both parents, Dad asked "Is that true LuAnn?" I got up, walked over to my Dad, sat in his lap and started crying. While my emotions were sincere I laid it thick to pull at his heartstrings. "Daddy; I can't help it. He's everything that I want in a man. I love him so, so much. The last three weeks have been the happiest of my life. For the first time I feel fulfilled in every way. I don't want to ever disappoint you or have you judge me – but I can't deny my feelings." With that I buried my sobbing face into his shoulder and he stroked my hair. Once my sobbing was interrupted Mom spoke again – not in an accusatory manner, but not in a conciliatory one either. "The question remains, LuAnn, what does the future hold?" Aiden shocked the hell out of all three of us. "I've looked into it, Mom. I want to marry LuAnn and for us to give you three or four fun grandkids, hopefully all as smart and good-looking as LuAnn is. I have all of the paperwork ready to be done if you guys agree," Aiden said matter-of-factly. "Go on," Dad blurted out. Aiden stood and paced as he talked. "I'll file a petition to reverse your adoption of me. I'll be perfectly honest with the Court about why – because I want to marry my adopted sister. I'll ask Jerry and Estell Conklin to be my new adopted parents." Jerry and Estell Conklin are my parents' two oldest and best friends, about their age. They have always treated Aiden and I like their nephew and niece since they have no kids of their own (their first child died shortly after birth and their second in an accident when she was eight; Estell couldn't have any more kids and by then they were considered too old to adopt) and they love children. They are both only children themselves. They were at the party earlier that evening. "That way we'll have more equity on our side since the judge's decision will be equitable in nature. The Conklin's will tell how much they want grandchildren. That way the kids will have two sets of grandparents. I'll keep my last name and just have my middle name changed to Conklin," Aiden continued, his talk now punctuated by hand gestures. The three of us sat in awe. "Once the adoption is reversed and re-instated for the Conklins then I'll ask LuAnn to marry me. If she says 'yes,'" he said before I interjected "If?" Aiden smiled and quickly continued. "If she says 'yes' then we'll get married and give you and the Conklins the best grandchildren in history. Well, what do you think?" Our father sat stunned. My mother started crying. She got up, walked over to Aiden, put her arms around him and sobbed. "You'll always be my Mom," he assured her. "I love you more than any son could love his mother." She interrupted her sobs, stared up at him and said "That's not why I'm crying Aiden. I'm crying because I'm as proud of you as a mother could possibly be of her son." Still sitting in Dad's lap I looked into his eyes, then kissed him. "Did he really just say that?" Dad asked. "How can a kid with Asperger's be so sensitive?" "Because he's in love, Daddy," I replied, then kissed him. "And also because you and Mom always taught both of us to address problems head on, and apparently it really took with him." "No shit," my father, who never swears, laughed. "No shit!" ____________________ The four of us stayed up for hours, talking. We talked about the past, the present, and the future. Surprisingly Mom and Dad were both on board with Aiden's plan – except that Mom, Dad and I agreed that I would be the one to reverse the adoption and taken the Conklin's last name, and then change back to Altman as soon as we got married. We ignored Aiden's protests. It was too late for Aiden and me to drive home by the time that we finished talking, so we stayed overnight. I fulfilled a teenage dream by making love to Aiden in my bed. When we fell asleep in each other's arms I felt more serene than at any other time in my life. The four of us all got up about eleven the next morning, emotionally spent but also excited. After Mom made her famous blueberry pancakes – Aiden must have eaten twenty of them – the first order of business was to call the Conklins. We decided that I should make the call. Estell answered. "Hi, Estell, this is LuAnn. I hope that you guys enjoyed the party last night as much as we did." "LuAnn; so nice to hear from you. Yes, we certainly did, and it was so great to see our adopted niece and nephew so happy; you both look great," Estell said. "Our happiness is the reason that I'm calling, Estell," I chirped. "Mom, Dad, Aiden and I have something very important to talk to you and Jerry about. I mean really important – maybe the most important thing ever for Aiden and me. Can you come over to Mom and Dad's house – we promise not to make you do any party cleanup," I laughed. "Let me ask Jerry – he's puttering in the garage as usual," she said. She came back on line a minute later. "Jerry needs to get the grease off of his hands then we'll be over," she chuckled. "What the hell is a trauma surgeon doing with grease on his hands?" I giggled. "He thinks he's a mechanic," she laughed. "See you in twenty." When the Conklins arrived we had everything set, including a Mimosa for each, their favorite early afternoon drink. "So what's up," Jerry asked after a few minutes of small talk. "Estell is excited by the mystery surrounding LuAnn's call." I didn't mince words. Aiden and I stood in front of them holding hands. We kissed. "Aiden and I love each other and want to get married. To do that we need your help." They looked shocked, but I didn't give them a chance to ask questions – or to faint. I charged right ahead and told them of Aiden's plan, approved by our parents. When I was through they were stunned and obviously not comprehending. "Do you want me to go over it again?" I asked, while squeezing Aiden to me. "Yes, please," was all that Jerry could answer. Estell couldn't talk at all. I told them the entire scenario again. I concluded it with "Will you help?" Jerry jumped up and hugged Aiden and I. He couldn't get one arm completely around Aiden, but he tried. Estell fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. Mom and Dad went over to her and hugged her. "Is Estell OK?" I asked Jerry after a minute long bear hug. "That's just her way of saying 'Hell Yes we'll help,'" Jerry replied, with a tear in his eye too. The six of us ordered take-out for lunch and sat around my parents' pool for almost the entire afternoon working out details. We planned way ahead, including deciding that both Dad and Jerry would give me away at the wedding, which would be arranged as soon as the first adoption was reversed and the second granted. My Dad got on speaker phone with his attorney, who had his firm's family law expert call us back. We found out that while Aiden's plan was no slam dunk that it had a better than 50% chance – if we got the right judge. That night when I got home I excused myself and went into the kitchen and made up a little device that I had thought up. I came into the living room with it behind my back and playfully confronted Aiden. I told him just what I thought of him. "You pretend to be this withdrawn, marginally bright, big dumb jock, and you turn out to be a fucking genius," I said, trying to sound surly and pushing my tiny index finger into his muscular chest. "And you think that I'm going to marry you? Enough of your deception, and I'm tired of you making love to me. If you want me to marry you you'll fuck me you bastard." Because the sizes of our sex organs were so disparate all of our intercourse up until that time was love-making with me riding Aiden. In other positions if Aiden got too excited and pounded his big cock into my snug pussy it would be very painful. My "invention" was designed to avoid that problem. When I showed it to Aiden with a devilish grin on my face he asked "What's that?" "It's my Aiden-can-now-fuck-LuAnn invention," I giggled. "Get undressed." We both quickly disrobed – I had the foresight to close the living room drapes before we did. Aiden lifted me up upside down and ate my pussy while I sucked his cock, and once he was rock hard and I was sopping wet he flipped me right side up and put my feet back on the floor. My invention was a donut-shaped piece of soft but fairly rigid foam about two inches thick, with a lubricated opening. I slipped it over his cock then jumped up into his arms with my arms around his neck. "Pin me against the wall and shove your cock into my pussy," I moaned into his ear. He held me up by my ass cheeks and moved my back against the nearest wall, and then I helped guide his cock into my cunt. I started undulating my pelvis while he started pounding. The donut-shaped foam limited his penetration so that he couldn't hurt me no matter how hard we pounded each other. Just before our simultaneous massive orgasms hit a painting on the wall that I was against came smashing to the ground, but it didn't stop us. Shortly after our colossal orgasms I could tell that Aiden's knees were about to buckle. "Fall back on the couch," I moaned. He was able to do that – just barely. We hugged, kissed, and then giggled. Finally I looked him in the eye. "You fuck as well as you make love, big boy;" I said smiling. "We'll have to do that again." "In bed next time," he chuckled. "That was my favorite painting, and I almost fell and crushed you." "How about now?" I snickered. Fifteen minutes later we were fucking doggy style in our bed. It was awesome! _________________ Our Court hearing for the adoption switch was a mere thirty five days after our meeting with the Conklins since we filed the papers only two days after the meeting. We showed up in Court with an attorney for me, one for my parents, and one for the Conklins; we weren't taking any chances. We did get the right family law judge. She belonged to Estell's tennis club and even played doubles with Estell as her partner a few times in tournaments over the years. The attorneys begged her not to recuse herself. All six of us testified at the hearing. Estell's testimony was the most compelling. After talking about the loss of her two children she sobbed on the stand saying what a gift from the heavens it would be for her to be the mother of the bride and have grandchildren. I do believe that there was a tear in the judge's eye when she granted the adoption switch and my name change. The wedding was a relatively small but truly festive affair. Our parents and the Conklins were all smiles and I thought that they would virtually bust with pride and joy. The only even remotely negative part was when I noticed that skank Jennifer sniffling in the back row when Aiden was carrying me back down the aisle after we were married, but she slinked out of a side door before Aiden saw her. As soon as we were officially married I threw out my birth control pills and we got to work making a baby. Estell is a pediatrician and had all sorts of helpful hints for me. I was pregnant within a month after our honeymoon. Our entire family is overjoyed!