Wait Until We Are Married (Chapter 2)

(I REALLY liked the plot of w1dmg’s “Adam” series, and just felt it need a little something more. So the characters and some lines are directly used buy the author’s permission.)


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“You’re not going to believe the horrible thing that happened!,” Megan cried as she walked into my dorm room at college.

Megan and I had been dating all year now. We were both nineteen and nearing the end of our freshmen year of college. It had been a few months since Megan’s little sister Abby seduced me into having sex with her on her sixtieth birthday. We were both virgins until then, and as far as Megan knew, we still both were. Abby had kept her promised silence about our tryst since she didn’t want to hurt Megan or get in trouble with her parents.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s Abby,” Megan continued. “She was raped.”

I about choked. Did Abby say something? Are they coming after me now? “Wha…what?”

“She said she had gone to some party a few weeks after her birthday,” Megan continued, “She said she didn’t remember much after having some funny tasting punch. Someone got her drunk and raped her!”

I feigned total ignorance, “But that was months ago…”

“Yea, well she was embarrassed so didn’t want to tell anyone, only now she’s missed her last two periods. She’s pregnant!” Megan was fretting and angry. I couldn’t help but be floored and thing, ‘I’m a dad.’ But my initial awe was replaced as Megan continued, “Her life is ruined, just like Mom’s was! And she doesn’t even know who it was! It might have been any punk kid at the party! And she thinks there were college kids there too, so it might have been an asshole rapist who was over eighteen. I hope it was, and that we can find him so I can kick that bastard’s ass all the way to JAIL!”

‘Jail?’ <Gulp> Abby was covering for me and Megan sounded so mad I bet she’d have killed me if she found out. Well I just have to make sure that will never happen. “Bastard,” I tried to chime in a convincingly angry voice.

“My dad is taking Abby to stay with my Grandmother for a few days, and I want to be with her. Can you give me a ride home?” The slight tears in her eyes made Megan absolutely irresistible, even though I already would have done it for her anyway.

“Of course.”

We left right off and were there that night. The family was all very solemn, and Abby didn’t give a hint of our relationship. I hugged her and she was polite and innocent. She wasn’t any larger in her flat belly yet, but I still couldn’t stop looking at her there. We ate some late dinner and went to bed. The next morning Mr. Reynolds and the girls were off early since their grandmother lived quite a ways away, and Megan told me to get some more sleep before I headed back to college. That was when we shared our first kiss in front of her family, while her little sister, my first lover and now mother of my unborn child just watched us smiling and rubbed her stomach. They left and I got a few more hours of shut-eye before being greeted by Mrs. Reynolds who offered me some late breakfast.

“Sure, thanks Mrs. Reynolds,” I said and dug into her eggs and bacon.

“Please, call me Alice,” she said softly and we ate in silence for a bit. Eventually she nervously said, “I’m just going to come out and ask. Have you had sex with my little girl?”

Oh god, Abby must have told her mom, or she guessed. I’m in deep shit now. But wait. If she did tell, Alice wouldn’t be asking me. She must suspect though or she wouldn’t have asked. PANIC! Deny, deny, deny. “Of course not,” I lied.

“Why not?” Alice asked, “Megan’s a beautiful girl.”

I internally let out a big sigh of relief. Alice was talking about Megan, not Abby. “Megan doesn’t want to have sex until she is married.”

“Really?,” She said a little doubtful, “I mean, yes, that’s what I always told her, but I didn’t think she would actually…” Alice thought about that for some time while I continued to eat. “When you’re done eating can I press upon you to help me get a box from the attic for me? I want to send some of my old clothes back with you for Megan who will probably just catch a bus back to college in a few days.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” I readily agreed. Alice got up and went into her bedroom and I heard a few things moving around. I finished my plate of eggs and followed her a moment later. There in the hall just in front of the master bedroom was a ladder and Alice trying to reach something in the attic. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, but one of her legs was kicked back to tray and get a box and I saw right up her skirt to her panty-clad crotch. All I could think of suddenly was climbing up and banging her. ‘God, calm down,’ I told myself and tried to control my nineteen-year-old raging hormones. I cleared my throat.

Alice turned and stepped down the steps, not realizing what I’d just seen. “It’s the one to the left there just out of my reach,” she said calmly. I nodded and mounted the ladder, poking my upper body through the dark hole in the ceiling. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw the box she mentioned and grabbed it with my fingertips and pulled it closer. Soon I had it and moved to bring it down. But the bottom was ripped out and the full contents of clothes and some other items rained down on the floor as soon as I had it fully in my arms.