Chapter 16 Family Expands
Baffle
“What are you talking about?” Nell asked as she pulled my sweatshirt off her body.
In a way, I hated to see her take it off because she was wearing a Kings hoodie. It felt a bit like a claim and since I didn’t have a property cut for her yet, it was the next best thing. Then again, the way her tits bounced as she whipped it off had other parts of me standing at attention.
“Oh my God!” she huffed in relief before I could answer.
“I have been roasting in that thing for a while, but didn’t have a bra under my tank top and…
” My wife turned to see me staring at her tits and rolled her eyes.
“That’s why I had to roast to death out there!
” I wasn’t ashamed to be caught looking.
My woman was fine and her tits were a perfect, mouthwatering c-cup.
“It was a wise decision. If I was dumb enough to fumble you, a few of my own club brothers would trample the fuck out of me to pick up where I left off.”
“That’s dumb!”
“It’s the truth,” I argued back. “That reminds me, though, Grease was very curious about how you got into your style of art. I think he wants to pick your brain about some designs and mods he wants to do with one of his rides. He asked if you had any background in mechanical shit and I didn’t know what the fuck to say. ”
“Maybe we should write a list of all of our questions and then swap them.” Nell was teasing me but once she settled beside me on the bed, and leaned her head on my chest, she sighed. “I hate that I have to tell you another depressing origin story of mine.”
“I still want to hear it, Nell. Besides origin stories are for heroes and villains, because either way the shit they went through forged them into something badass.”
“Well, when you put it like that, how can I resist?” She took a deep breath and let it out before jumping into the story of how she learned her skills. “That friend of my aunt’s that I told you about before, the one she sent me to stay with in Flagstaff…”
“Yeah?”
“It was her ex-husband.” Nell glanced up to catch the look of complete shock on my face. “I think they were in the process of reconciling but she couldn’t move to be with him just yet. He couldn’t move to be with her either because of his business.”
“He was a welder?” I guessed.
She nodded. “After everything that went down, I had a long bout of depression I couldn’t shake. Nothing helped. Painting and drawing didn’t appeal anymore either. Russ took me out to his garage one day and said I needed to earn my keep.”
“That better not mean what I think it does,” I growled and wrapped my arm tighter around her middle.
“Relax. It doesn’t. He started to teach me how to weld and something clicked. I enjoyed the peace I found behind the welding helmet.”
“Explains why you had no issues putting on a full-face helmet to ride with me.”
“Do people normally have problems with that?” she asked.
“Some do.”
“That’s not my hangup. Anyway, I learned stick and spot welding first because that’s mostly what Russ used.
He was certified in everything else, too, but taught me TIG since I was an artist and needed my welds to look clean while also being exceptionally strong.
” She giggled at a memory for a moment. “I may have complained about how ugly some of his welds looked one too many times. Since I was too fancy for the basics he made me practice TIG a lot. Now, I sometimes go that route with my work if it requires a finer weld that blends the two pieces together seamlessly. Russ taught me everything he knew. He was even proud as hell of me when I started to show him some things he hadn’t learned before. ”
I could tell by the fond, wistful tone every time she said the man’s name that he was probably no longer alive and it pissed me off that my wife had lost all the people who gave a shit and helped her.
“Eventually, he tossed all his scraps my way and I started to turn them into things. At first they were like little trinkets that could fit on a desk, then I tried my hand at some lawn ornaments. Some of Russ’s clients saw my pieces lying around the shop and asked about buying them.
Before I knew it, I had a website and a great word-of-mouth clientele list. All of that was before I ever started on the bigger pieces. Those came later. After.”
“After?” I questioned.
“The reason Russ originally left Aunt Candice was not because he wasn’t still madly in love with her.
He was. I hate it for them that they spent so much time apart that they could have had together.
He was sick. Fucking cancer. Didn’t want my aunt to waste her life watching him fade away.
Didn’t want her stuck with a huge debt if he tried to fight it.
So, he made sure she left him. He went into remission and they started to talk again.
He explained everything to me about how they were working on putting their lives back together. ”
“Then she died in jail.”
“Yeah. I don’t think he ever imagined a world where she would go first. He sued the jail.
We sued them. The sheriff, the county, all of them for her death.
I had to add my name to the lawsuit so it would legitimize his claim since he wasn’t technically married to her anymore.
We won. They had to pay out three million dollars because she never should have been in jail to begin with.
Those bastards didn’t have any proof that I was ever with my aunt, or even in contact with her.
When I stood up and testified that I’d never been with her, they had no way to refute that either.
Two weeks after we won, I found Russ dead in his chair holding a picture of my aunt.
He passed peacefully. The cancer had come back and he never told me. ”
“You’re not sure if it was the cancer, though?” I didn’t know how I knew that, but something in the way Nell stiffened and looked even sadder and maybe a bit angry told me that I probably hit the nail on the head. She shrugged off my question and bypassed answering it completely.
“He left his garage plus his half of the money from the lawsuit to me. I didn’t even have a full million after paying taxes and the debt he had accrued from trying to battle his illness, but it got me started.
That’s how I own the studio, it was originally Russ’s garage.
We lived there on the lot in a single-wide trailer, but after his death I had the trailer removed.
I couldn’t be there haunted by the memories of the life Russ and my aunt were supposed to live.
I just couldn’t be in there without him.
He was the man who should have been my dad.
You know? He was the one who cared. Why is it that the good people like them end up unable to have children but people like my parents…
” She scoffed and cut that train of thought off. “It’s never fair.”
“Damn, sweetheart. You’ve had one tough break after another.”
She sook her head. “No. I can’t focus on seeing it that way.
Yeah, some bad things happened and I got stuck in my head for a while with depression, but working through that is how I learned to focus on the other side.
I had an amazing person there to pick me up and help me out of a bad situation not once but three times in my life.
First my aunt, then Russ, and now you. I’m lucky.
Some people don’t get that even once in their life.
“Come here,” I demanded as I picked my wife up and pulled her leg over mine so she was straddling me.
“Rick, I like the snuggle and get-to-know-you time but we need more,” my wife whined to me as she moved her hips to settle herself tighter against my quickly hardening cock.
“Good. That means we’re on the same page. Now, pull that tank top off or I’ll do it for you.” As soon as the material slipped free of my wife’s tits, my hands latched on. They really were perfect. A handful plus some with dusky areolas and plump, suckable nipples. “How are you so fucking perfect?”
“I’m far from perfect,” Nell insisted before she tossed out her own demands, “and you’re overdressed now.”
My wife was damn near panting as I drew her closer and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth.
I gave it a teasing nip with my teeth before sucking hard.
Nell threw her head back and gyrated down harder in my lap, so I could feel the heat from her pussy on my hard length despite the layers between us.
“Need you to ride me just like that but without the clothes in the way, sweetheart.”
I couldn’t wait until we both had time to get tested.
There was nothing I wanted more than to see my wife ride my cock with nothing between us, not even a fucking condom.
We got up, stripped down, and returned to our former positions in record time.
Only Nell seemed locked in on her goal to reconnect with me in a way we hadn’t been able to the night before.
Instead of picking back up with the foreplay, my wife sank straight down and sheathed my cock with her scorching pussy.
The moan that worked its way from her as she did nearly had me ready to explode.
My dick throbbed inside her and that’s when I remembered.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m not suited up.”
Nell popped off my dick so fast it was almost a shock to feel the room temperature air against it after her body let go.
“Sorry. I just needed to feel you inside me and I wasn’t thinking.” She looked almost panicked as she apologized. “I am so sorry. I would never do that to you on purpose or without your permission.”