The Crafton’s – Part 2 by Schaka
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Carter confronts his father about his bisexuality. They reach an agreement. Carter won’t reveal his father’s secret if he accepts Carter fucking June, Carter’s mother and Tom’s wife
Chapter 22
Halvatia Curry hummed softly as she cleaned the collard greens for dinner. The murmur of laughter caused her to look up and out the kitchen window. There in the gazebo sat the Crafton’s, Carter and Caitlin along with their mother. June was nearly 27 weeks along and developing that round shape that all pregnant women have. She looked radiant. Obviously enjoying her pregnancy despite its incestuous beginnings.
They were laughing at Baby Gabrielle who was chasing Christian, Halvatia’s brother, around the yard. Christian fell to the ground, pretending to be in great distress, as the baby climbed on his back and began to pummel him.
“Gabby baby, you can’t beat Uncle Christian up like that!” Caitlin laughed.
“He won’t play horsey!” Gabrielle complained, wrapping her tiny arms around Christian’s massive neck.
“It’s okay, Miss Caitlin, she be a pure joy!”
Halvatia lost sight of Christian and his rider as they disappear around the corner of the house. Her eyes trailed back to the gazebo just in time to see Carter absentmindedly stroked his mother’s belly. She gave him a beatific smile and covered his hand with hers.
Halvatia clucked to herself as she thought about the strictures that society placed on relationships. There be three people who were deeply in love with each other and the sex they had only made it better. The fact that they were mother, sister and brother should not interfere with the love they felt for each other.
The clatter of the elevator drew her attention. The Prendergast’s, Anne’s parent arrived earlier that day. This was their first visit. Anne asked them to come to meet Carter and his family.
That Wanda Prendergast smoldered deep inside, Halvatia thought. There was a fire in her. If it were released, it would consume her. Her husband was the typical White husband, more concerned about his career and sports than his wife.
This be a dangerous place for a woman like her…a woman with suppressed needs. She shared her misgivings with Carter. He told her not to worry. She accepted that. He was the Obatala, the fount all wisdom.
Carter had come in earlier that day, bent her over the kitchen counter, and fucked her ass. His cum was running down her thighs. Halvatia was addicted to their impromptu fucking sessions. She shivered as she watched him out the window. She had her share of men. Carter made sex exciting. He might take her anywhere.
He was an obeah satyr. His sexual prowess grew as he took her knowledge of herbs and potions and expanded on it. She smiled. Wanda Prendergast had no idea what she was getting into!
* * *
Shortly after arriving earlier, Ed and Wanda Prendergast chatted as they unpacked their suitcases. They were impressed by the casual opulence of the rehabbed Victorian mansion.
“This people definitely live well!” Ed offered.
“Yes, but June said the house was in a terrible state when they bought it. Several coats of paint covered the oak floors, railings, and woodwork. She said it was arduous work making it livable!”
“Yes, I’ll bet it took a lot of money!”
Wanda shook her head. Her husband was an inveterate social climber. He saw these friendly people as a possible rung on that ladder. She unbuttoned her lavender silk blouse, placed it on a hanger, and hung it in the walk-in closet. She unzipped and stepped out of her skirt and hung it up. She inspected herself in the large dressing mirror in the closet.
Her sensible white cotton panties hugged her full hips. She frowned as her eyes traveled over her belly pooch to her ample bosom.
I could lose twenty pounds and never miss it. My bra size has increased to 36C from the 34B I wore when Anne was born.
She turned and looked down over her shoulder at her rump. And my ass is bigger than my breasts! I am starting to look like a pear.
She pulled a dressing gown from her suitcase and donned it as she walked back into the spacious bedroom. Ed was stripped down to his wife-beater tee shirt and striped boxers. His belly protruded and drooped over the waistband, partially hiding it. His chest formed small breasts dents in his shirt. Ed packed 230 pounds on his 5′ 10″ hirsute frame.
I guess we both could lose some weight.
Wanda noticed the small bulge in her husband’s boxers and smiled. I guess I should get that out of the way.
Wanda walked over and set on the edge of the queen-size bed. She beckoned her husband to come closer. She extracted his semi-hard cock from his shorts and gave it a long, languorous lick.
He grunted as she took him in her mouth. With her other hand, she pushed aside the gusset of her panties and let her finger slip into the moist crevice of her sex. She slowly moved her head back and forth on his cock, trying to prolong it as she finger fucked her hole.
She frigged her pussy faster as she felt her husband’s cock swell. She knew she had to hurry if she wanted to cum. Ed was a one and done kind of guy. He was close to cumming. Then, as her arousal grew, and she thought she might get off this time, he shot two quick squirts in her mouth. She sighed, swished his cum around in her mouth and swallowed.
“Mmmm, that was great, baby!”
Wanda smiled at her husband. When she stood and tried to kiss him, he turned his head. “Brush your teeth first, Wanda!” She nodded and walked into the bathroom. “We had better hurry and dress, dear. The Crafton’s are serving lunch in the gazebo.”
* * *
The Prendergast’s walked quickly across the large foyer and into the dining area. To the right, they saw the housekeeper standing at the kitchen sink. Through the glass-enclosed solarium, they could see the Crafton’s sitting in the gazebo laughing.
“Good morning, Halvatia,” Ed Prendergast said expansively. He prided himself on his liberal views. He intended to treat Halvatia just as you would any other servant.
“Good mawning, Mistuh and Missus Prendergast! The family be outside in the garden. I’ll be serving lunch out there shortly.”
“Good morning Miss Curry,” Wanda said. Despite the fact, she had met her only a few hours ago, she felt comfortable with this large Black woman.
Wanda and Ed opened the screen door and stepped into the warmth of the early May Day. The garden was a riot of color from the flowers and flowering bushes that circle the expansive yard. The aroma hung like a floral scent over the grassy yard. In front of them, under a vine-covered gazebo, sat the Craftons. The innocence of the scene struck Wanda. There sat a pregnant mother with her son and daughter on either side. Her second impression was of subtle sexuality that seemed to pervade the scene.
There was an intimacy. An intimacy that seemed to be more than a familial affection. And there was something about Carter. He exuded sexuality and power. Her pussy tingled. Wanda shook her head at her foolishness and waved as she walked toward the gazebo.