Snowbound Summer (10 page)

“Ron, we can't,” her mouth said, even as her treacherous body took another step forward.

“I'm not doing it to you this time,” Ron said. “You'll have to assume the position on your own.”

She took another step forward, her right arm coming up to conceal her breasts, her left hand covering her pussy. No one was looking at her now, but they could see, couldn't they?

She tried to take a step back but Ron's firm body was right behind her, his rock hard dick pressing against her ass and the small of her back.

“I can't!” she whispered.

“Put your hands on the window, fingers spread, palms flat,” Ron told her.

Despite saying he wouldn't help, he stepped around her body and pried the hand away from her breasts. His dick looked so hard, so thick, so long. She wanted it inside her again. Maybe if she gave him a blowjob, he would stop tempting her with this madness.

She tried to kneel down but he caught her around the waist and pulled her back to her feet. Her fingertips touched the cold glass.

“Now the other hand,” Ron said. It wasn't an order, just a helpful suggestion.

Kara stopped holding her pussy and put her hand on the glass. She felt like she was
assuming the position
so a cop could search her.

“Now lean forward,” Ron told her.

Slowly Kara did as instructed. Her whole body quivered with anticipation. Her breasts touched the cold glass and hardened further. Ron gently pressed on her upper back, encouraging her to put her weight against the window.

Her breasts smashed flat and her breath fogged the window in front of her. Outside, people continued to bank back and forth as they raced down the slopes. So far, none of them seemed to have noticed her.

Ron touched the inside of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs further for him. The image of the policeman flittered through her mind again and she imagined Ron in uniform tapping her inner legs with his nightstick.

She widened her stance far enough that her lips began to pull open. She was so excited that she knew she must be dripping on the rug.

“Tell me you want me!” Ron demanded.

“I want you, Ron!” Kara assured him.

“Tell me to fuck you!” Ron ordered.

Kara closed her eyes. She didn't really like to use the crude language, but here in the window, potentially exposed to the world, it felt proper. “Fuck me, Ron!”

Ron rubbed the mushroom head of his cock between her legs, releasing a torrent of hot juices from inside her.

“Tell me you want everyone to see me fucking you!” Ron whispered.

“I...” Kara opened her eyes. Out on the slopes, two people had stopped on the downward journey and were looking toward the lodge. Could they see her?

“Tell me!” Ron insisted.

“I...”

One of the two pointed in her direction—just as she feared.

“I think they can see us,” Kara whispered.

“I don't care!” Ron grunted.

With one hard stroke, he forced himself inside Kara's already primed pussy.

With her boyfriend's hard cock filling her up, Kara no longer cared either.

* * * *

* * * *

The waiter brought the cake to the table after dinner. It had one of those photographic tops—a picture of a much younger Howard and Hanna standing in their wedding attire. Howard looked more than fifty pounds thinner and both of the newlyweds beamed with pleasure for the camera.

“Wow, Grandpa,” Anne's twelve year old daughter Jody said. “You actually look happy.”

Anne tried to shush her daughter, which Kara knew was unusual. Ganging up on grandpa was something of a recreational sport in the extended Miller family—not that he didn't usually deserve it.

“I was a lot younger then,” Howard mumbled, “and more naive.”

Hanna bristled at the comment, but Kara thought it was kind of sad. Howard looked defeated, as if he were looking back on the last forty years of his life and wondering why he had bothered.

“Why did you marry Grandma, Grandpa?” one of Kitten's twins asked.

“Yeah,” the other one said. “Aunt Anne wasn't born for a couple of years so you don't have Mom and Dad's excuse.”

Kitten made a show of frowning, putting down her beer and taking a swat at her son, but the twinkle in her eyes showed she wasn't actually upset by the comment. She and her husband were very upfront about why they'd gotten married and for the most part they seemed happy with their choice.

Howard looked much less comfortable than his daughter. “It was a long time ago,” he said. “I don't really remember anymore.”

Hanna's irritation grew even more evident. She opened her mouth to say something but Anne cut her off.

“Yes, you do, Dad! I'm old enough to remember how it used to be. You and Mom were happy in the early days.”

“Before Ron came along!” Kitten added. When Ron shifted his attention to her, she stuck her tongue out at him.

Howard glanced at Hanna and the woman who had moments before been gearing up for a fight looked away.

“None of this was Ron's fault,” Howard muttered. Then his eyes widened as if he'd just realized something tremendously important to him. “None of it was any of your fault!” he said. “You were good kids. The problems were between your mother and me.”

“But what went wrong?” Anne asked. “It all happened so fast.” She turned her question over to her mother. “Mom?”

Hanna shrugged. “People grow apart,” she told her daughter. “It isn't really anybody's fault.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Kara saw Howard Miller's face set with anger. Evidently, he didn't agree with Hanna's explanation.

“Maybe we should cut the cake,” Gene interrupted. He looked to his wife, Anne, but whether in warning or as a silent request for help in preventing another Miller family argument, Kara wasn't certain. “Should we sing something first?” Gene asked. “Maybe
Happy Anniversary to You?"

Anne frowned, making it painfully obvious that she didn't know how to answer her husband's question. It wasn't as if this were a
happy anniversary
after all.

Howard put his hands on the table and pushed himself to his feet. The color in his cheekbones suggested he was still angry at Hanna. “It's my fortieth wedding anniversary,” he announced, “so maybe I should offer a toast.”

Every eye turned toward him, more than a little wary of what kind of
toast
Howard Miller might be making. Even Anne's son, Matt, looked up from his video game to see what was going on. Sadly, no one reached for their glass or one of the two bottles of champagne.

Howard seemed to deflate a little at this obvious lack of support. He picked up one of the bottles and began to unscrew the wire frame holding the cork in the container.

“Forty years ago, I married a woman I thought was the most beautiful, most intelligent, most wonderful creature on the entire earth.”

Ron winced beside Kara. With an opening like that, this wasn't likely to be pretty.

“I went into this with Hanna with the best of intentions. I promised to love her, to take care of her, to remain
faithful
to her no matter what happened.”

He discarded the wire mesh and began easing the cork out of the bottle.

“I was young enough back then to think that that was all you needed to have a good marriage.”

The cork popped and a fair amount of champagne spilled out onto the table. Howard picked up a glass and directed the contents inside of it, then he looked for other glasses and began to fill them as well. Anne's husband, Gene, picked up the second bottle and began to open it.

Howard seemed to draw confidence from this small act of support.

“I don't know why God does this to a man and woman—marriage I mean. Maybe it's a punishment for what happened back in the Garden of Eden. I don't understand it so I can't explain. But something Kitten said here tonight is troubling me, so I'd like to propose a toast.”

Gene popped the cork and Howard paused while he filled several more glasses. Anne frowned at her husband and Hanna downright glowered at them both. Kara rose and helped the two men pass the glasses anyway. It was too late to stop the toast so they might as well get through it.

Howard wet his lips nervously and lifted his glass. “To my children!” he said. A large tear welled up in his eye and then rolled down his cheek. “Anne, Kitten,” he said, “the decision Hanna and I made to bring you into our home—”

"Howard!"
Hanna snapped. “We agreed to never—”

But Howard Miller wasn't listening to his wife. He just kept right on talking until she subsided back into angry silence.

“-was the best of our entire marriage. I know I don't show it very often, but I love you both and I'm very glad that I'm your father!”

Anne frowned in discomfort and confusion, not quite catching what her father had said. But Kitten understood. Her face scrunched up and she began to cry, but whether this was because her father had said he loved her, or because he'd just hinted he wasn't her biological dad, Kara couldn't tell.

Eric, Kitten's husband, slipped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead.

“And Ron,” Howard continued. The glass was still held up in front of him as he worked his way through his toast.

Hanna stood up. “Howard! That's enough!”

Ron's hand slipped around Kara's and squeezed surprisingly hard. “I'm listening, Dad,” he said.

Hanna turned to glare at him, angry that he was encouraging his father, but Ron wasn't looking at her. All of his attention was on the balding overweight man with the champagne glass.

“Learning your mother had become pregnant after all of those years was hard for me,” Howard told him.

Hanna's face snapped back around toward her husband.
"Stop!"

Howard Miller continued to ignore her. “But watching you being born was still the best day of my entire life!” he finished.

He took a sip of his champagne, as if his mouth was too dry to continue without that tiny bit of help. Then he lifted his glass once more to his children. “Watching you three grow up was worth a lifetime with your mother!”

He drained his glass and walked away from the table.

For a moment, everyone sat staring after him. Then slowly, inexorably, the eyes of the large Miller family turned to focus on Hanna.

She was still standing, quivering with rage, flushed with anger at her husband. Then she threw her napkin on the table and stormed off in the opposite direction.

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Chapter Ten

“Wow!” Anne's husband, Gene, said after the two older Millers had departed. “This one—we've had some interesting family gatherings over the years but this one may beat them all.”

“Don't start!” Anne told him. “Please, don't start!”

“Sure, Anne,” he said. “I was just talking to break the tension.”

Kitten could not seem to stop crying. Her whole body was shaking as she tried to stifle the sobs and keep them within, but she just wasn't able to silence herself. Her husband continued to try to comfort her without any apparent success.

“Does anyone understand what just happened?” Ron asked.

Kara examined his face carefully. His confusion was genuine, but he must have suspected something because he was still squeezing her hand too tightly.

“Can we have cake now?” little Emmy asked, but nobody paid any attention to her.

“That was weird,” one of the twins announced.

“Why did Grandma get so angry?” Anne's daughter Jody asked.

Kara looked around the table wondering why no one was talking about the things she thought Ron's father had said.

She looked at Ron again.

“Do you think we should go after them?” he asked.

Kara considered the question. There was no doubt that both of the elder Millers were very upset. Unless Kara had completely misunderstood what was happening, Howard Miller had come very close to spilling two closely held family secrets.

She looked at Ron again, noticing for the second time today how little he looked like his father. There really wasn't any feature on his face that made her think of Howard Miller. But that didn't have to mean anything, did it?

She examined Kitten and Anne. They were both dark haired like their parents but the roundness in Kitten's face was unlike either of the older Millers, and Anne's tiny nose and the freckles on her cheeks—she didn't really look like Hanna or Howard either.

“I want cake!” Emmy repeated.

“Shush!” Anne told her before turning her attention to her sister. “Kitten? Are you okay?”

Kitten began to cry harder.

“Hey,” her husband crooned over top of her. He slipped out of his chair so he could pull her closer against him. “Hey, it's all right.”

Kitten pushed him away and got to her feet.

“Kitten?” Anne asked.

“Now we know!” Kitten sobbed.

“Know what?” Anne asked. Her confusion did not appear to be feigned.

Mascara ran down Kitten's face, marking the path of her tears. “Now we know why they always loved Ron more!” Kitten said.

Anne's mouth gaped open. She really hadn't reached the conclusion Kara and Kitten already had.