Was It The "Wrong" Number? Ch. 13

Author's Note: This is installment #13 of Was it the Wrong Number? I've thoroughly enjoyed writing this series and plan to add a few more chapters to it before I focus on other projects. Thanks to everyone for reading, voting and commenting (and being very patient)!

July 10^th, 1992, 7 P.M.

Angie's Narration

I stopped by the grocery store after I left the office. I needed to pick up some last-minute items that Richard needed for dinner. He was planning to grill tuna, but we didn't have the exact sea salt he liked. I often joked with him that he prepared more for cooking than he did for surgery. He was certainly meticulous, but he was the most wonderful man I could have hoped to share my life with. Jill had called just before I left to make sure that she didn't need to bring anything. I'd insisted once again that having her in our home was all we could ask for. She laughed and agreed. We chatted for a bit before she needed to go take care of something at the hospital.

As I walked along the spice aisle, I smiled to myself thinking about Jill. There'd been so many big changes in my life, but that was something that I'd honestly never imagined or could have possibly prepared for. One of the things that still troubled me was that she'd carried that knowledge around with her for so many years. Knowing that she had a sister, but that she would likely never find her. It made my own reaction to finding one another seem to pale compared to hers.

Then, for everything to unfold the way that it did. An innocent mistake dialing a phone number led Kami to Bradley and through him to Jill who'd worked with Richard for ten years. She'd been there all that time and we'd never known. I'd talked with Richard several times since we learned the truth and he'd been so apologetic that he wasn't able to literally put two and two together before. That was a sign of his sincerity and his intelligence that he felt like he should have unraveled the mystery on his own.

Looking back, I'd often wondered who this woman was though. Richard worked with countless nurses over the years, each one a dedicated professional. Jill remained when many others moved away from the difficult work that Richard did. There'd been many times that Richard came home after a tricky procedure and spoke of how Jill was there to help. I guess some women would have become suspicious as Richard spoke so glowingly of Jill, but I never did. I knew my man, I knew what we'd shared, I knew what we shared with Jackie. I did wonder about this Jill, though. I never pressed Richard to meet her, as I knew that maybe that would be a sign to him that I didn't trust him, which was never my intent. As I looked for the sea salt that Richard requested, I wished that I had. Maybe we could have put all this together earlier. Those weren't constructive thoughts, I reminded myself. I'd found Jill after all this time and that's all that really mattered. We would just make the most of what we could going forward.

When I arrived home, I saw that Richard was already there. I opened the door to smell roasted potatoes and I saw he'd already showered and dressed. He was wearing an apron over his dress shirt and slacks. I always found that irresistible.

"How are you, my love," he called when he saw me. "And how was your day?"

"It was good," I replied. "I spent most of the day in the law library preparing for the Jackson deposition."

"I'm sure you're going to nail his balls to the wall," Richard smiled.

"If I have the opportunity," I smiled. He took me in his arms and gave me a delicious kiss before we parted.

"Dinner is close except for the tuna," he said.

"I have your special salt," I laughed. "Jill should be here at any moment."

"Wonderful. Why don't you pour yourself some wine? I'm going to have another glass. I'm not even going to the hospital tomorrow," he said.

"My god! Are you sick," I asked with fake alarm.

"No, I just decided to take the day off. I think I'm going to be doing that a lot more in the future," he smiled.

"But honey, your work...," I started.

"Needs to become someone else's work," Richard finished. "I've burned the candle at both ends long enough. It's time to let these youngsters see if they can save the world."

"What's gotten into you," I asked with a smile. He wrapped his arms around me again.

"Nothing, baby. I've been away from you a lot because of work over the years," he said.

"Richard, I knew that all along. I would never come between you and your work," I replied.

"I know my love," he said before he kissed me. The long slow kiss that only my man could give me. After so many years together, it still made me weak kneed. We parted and looked deeply into one another's eyes.

"I love you," I said.

"And I love you," he added. There was a knock at the door. He smiled. "I expect I know who that is."

"Yes," I said simply. We walked to the door and Richard opened it. Jill stood there in a flattering red dress. I realized it was one that she'd purchased while we were in Dallas. She walked in the house and we all exchanged hugs.

"Can I get you a glass of wine," Richard offered.

"Yes, please," Jill replied. I took her hand and we followed Richard into the kitchen. After Richard poured Jill a glass, we toasted to the future. Jill's smile was amazing, and I could not help smiling back at her. We lapsed into conversation before Richard excused himself to grill the tuna.

"Have you seen Bradley this evening," Jill asked.

"No, I haven't. But I've only been home for about 15 minutes," I explained.

"I understand, he left me a note this morning that said he had a date tonight," Jill smiled.

"A 'date', huh," I smiled.

"Yes. Hopefully they're actually doing something tonight that allows them to stay dressed for a change," Jill laughed.

"Hopefully," I offered. "But not very likely."

"That's very true," Jill smiled. She reached across the bar and placed her hand on mine. We smiled at one another briefly before I set my wine glass down and moved to embrace her. We squeezed one another tightly. We'd probably spend the rest of our days trying to make up for time we never shared together, but I felt fortunate that we finally had the opportunity. We parted and I could see tears in her eyes. She wasn't alone. We smiled at one another again before our lips met in a series of passionate kisses. It still amazed me that I'd found my sister and that we'd became lovers.

Our kissing was interrupted when we heard the door open from the deck and Richard entered. Jill immediately blushed and turned away. Richard smiled knowingly at me as he rinsed the plate and tongs in the sink. He discreetly made his way back outside.

"Sorry," Jill said.

"Honey, there's no need to apologize. I know that it has to be awkward for you having worked with him for so long," I said.

"It is, Angie," she replied. "I just keep thinking about it all. I have so much respect for him, but I'm not sure..."

"Jill, you do not have to explain that to me. I understand and I promise you Richard does as well," I said.

She looked at me and nodded.

"It's just that you've all been so open and loving and I feel that I'm holding back," she said before she stopped.

"You are not holding back. You're just being cautious as you should," I explained. I reached for her and lightly stroked her hair.

"You're sure," she asked.

"I'm positive," I replied.

She smiled and moved to kiss me. It was as soft and gentle as she was. We parted and I poured us both another small portion of wine. Richard walked back in with a plate of tuna in hand.

"Let's eat," he announced.

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The dinner Richard prepared was delicious, as always. The conversation was delightful, and they kept shop talk to a minimum fortunately. It was apparent how close Jill and Richard were. I could tell she was well attuned to his unique sense of humor and she laughed throughout dinner. After we were finished, we retired to the sitting room. Richard poured himself a glass of scotch after he'd poured Jill and I another glass of wine. He sat in his favorite chair while Jill and I sat on the couch. I unbuckled the ankle straps on my heels and kicked them off.

"Ahh," I said in overstated relief.

"I can't imagine. I don't know how you manage to wear heels all day," Jill said.

"Because I'm not running all over the hospital like you do, honey," I laughed. She smiled and nodded before she kicked off her own pumps.

"Two hours is generally enough for me," Jill replied.

"Maybe you could use a foot massage," I offered. Jill smiled but I could tell she felt uneasy like maybe I was suggesting that Richard do it. I realized my mistake and patted the couch indicating she should put her feet on the sofa. Her mood changed and she turned slightly on the couch. I scooted a little closer and her feet came to rest on my lap.

"If you wouldn't mind," she said with a smile.

"Of course not," I replied. I took one of her nylon covered feet in my hands and slowly massaged it. She smiled again and resumed talking with Richard about his plans to step back from work.

"It's going to be different not having you there all the time," she said. "But I can understand your reasons."

"It will be different for me as well. I've always felt like I needed to keep pushing myself to help," he explained. "But we all get to a point where we're burned out."

"I know," Jill agreed. "I've felt that way a lot myself. I think once I get Bradley through school, I'm probably going to try to do something different."

I nodded knowing exactly why they both felt the way they did. I changed to Jill's other foot and noticed that Richard moved forward on his chair. I looked at him and smiled before I placed my own nylon covered feet in his lap. He started rubbing them and I soon felt all the tension in my feet and lower legs begin to melt.

"If you need a new career path, massage therapy might be your calling," I said to Richard.

"I'll consider that. I doubt you'd be very supportive of me giving multiple women foot massages though," he smiled.

"You do have a point there. They do tend to get out of hand," I said. Realizing what I'd said, I turned to Jill. She was smiling at me but didn't seem uncomfortable. My hands roamed up from her feet to her calves. Her smile broadened and she seemed to have a little twinkle in her eyes. Richard's hands were alternately rubbing my feet and calves. He knew all too well what that did to me.

My hands continued to work upward on Jill's legs to her knees. I didn't want to press matters too far, but she scooted a little closer to me on the couch. She spread her legs slightly and made no move to close them. I continued upward and my hand moved under the hem of her dress. To my delight, I felt the lacy welt of her stocking. Our eyes met and we both smiled.

"I bought them yesterday. You and Jackie have inspired me to be girly again," Jill smiled.

"I'm glad we have. They feel exquisite," I smiled.

My attention was soon focused on what Richard's hands were doing under my own skirt. He was always fascinated by my stockings and it still gave me a special thrill to wear them for him. His soft, strong hands roamed over my thighs and traced along the lacy edge of the stocking. It was an interesting experience as Richard caresses me while I focused on Jill.

My hand continued to explore my sister's thigh until I finally touched her bare skin. I could feel her shiver slightly, but her smile was still broad and inviting. She reached for the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up. As it climbed her thighs, I saw the exquisite lace at the tops of her stockings, followed by her garter straps and finally the sexy, white lace of her panties. I looked up at her and smiled.

"I love your taste in underthings, Jill," I said.

"I knew you'd approve," she smiled. I simply nodded. Richard's hand continued up my skirt and I could feel him pulling on my own silky panties. Once he removed them, he began kissing his way back up my legs. I noticed that Jill was glancing back and forth between Richard and me.

"Are you okay, honey," I asked.

"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous. This is different than before. I'm sharing your intimate time with your husband," she said.

"Yes, you are Jill. But we want you here. We both do. But we want you to be comfortable," I said.

"I know you do," she said. She moved on the couch so that she was kneeling at my side. I put my arms around her waist, and she leaned down to kiss me softly. They soon increased in passion. As our kisses reached a feverish pace, I felt Richard's skilled tongue slither through my wet sex, seeking my clit. When he reached it, his tongue roamed lazily around it, causing me to moan against Jill's hot, insistent mouth. He took his lovemaking as seriously as everything else in his life.

As Jill and I continued to kiss, my hand moved between her thighs and I rubbed her mound softly through her panties. Our lips parted long enough for her to let out a long, low moan. My mouth moved to her neck and I kissed and lightly sucked on her sensitive skin. My fingers traced around the lace of her panties and I slipped them inside to directly access her wet sex. She felt like she was literally dripping, and I didn't hesitate to dip my fingers inside her.

"Oh, Angie," she groaned as I slowly fingered her. I fought to concentrate on Jill as Richard's tongue was driving me crazy. David and Bradley were certainly eager, young lovers but they had much to learn before they attained Richard's prowess at orally pleasing a woman. I hoped that in time Jill would know herself.

Jill's delicate lace panties were hindering my access to her, so I paused briefly to start pulling them down. She seemed equally frustrated and stood quickly before she pulled them down. The moment they hit the floor, she returned next to me on the couch. I shook my head.

"Come up here," I suggested. She looked at me curiously before she straddled me and placed one knee on the back of the couch while she remained standing on the other leg. I reached for her hips and pulled her closer. Soon, her wet sex was on my face and I ran my tongue through her slit.

"Oh, Angie," she moaned. Her hand stroked the back of my head and her fingers ran through my hair as I licked and savored her. Richard continued his delightful pleasuring of my own wet sex. I tried to focus on Jill, but as was often the case when we were with Jackie, I was never at my best when his tongue worked my clit. He continued to build me up and got me close a few times before he'd back off. He could literally make me beg him to let me cum. He suddenly dove in and worked my clit forcefully. Oh, he was going to let me cum early tonight, I thought. As he worked me, I tried to focus harder on Jill.

Her hands grasped at my head and she ground her wetness against my mouth. I lost myself in her essence as Richard worked to give me my own release. It fluttered briefly through my head as to which one of us would get there first, but it was gone as soon as Richard's lips closed around my clit. He lightly sucked it while flicking it with his tongue. My orgasm boiled over and I moaned loudly into Jill's wet sex. I tried to concentrate on pleasuring her as I knew she was close, but it took me a moment to regain my composure. Once I did, I sought her engorged clit and ran my tongue around it.

"Angie, oh," she panted. "It feels so good!"

"Mmmm," I moaned as I teased her love button. It was difficult as her hips ground her sex against my face. Her moaning became louder and longer. I smiled to myself. I was going to make my little sister cum again!!

"Oh, oh," she wailed. "Oh Angie, I'm gonna...uggnnhhhh!"

She gripped my head tightly as she came down from her climax. On wobbly legs, she moved barely under control to sit down next to me. We smiled at one another before we kissed. We both turned and saw Richard watching us. He smiled and nodded.

"What," I asked.

"It's nothing," he said.

"It's something," I replied.

"I'm just thankful we were able to reunite two after all these years," he smiled.

"So am I," Jill smiled. She turned to me and kissed me once more.

"Would anyone like more wine," Richard asked as he got to his feet.

"I probably shouldn't," Jill said. "I still need to drive home."

"We do have a spare bedroom," I offered.

"Okay, then," she said.

After Richard left the room, I turned to her again.

"Are you still okay," I asked.

"Yes. I am. That was wonderful," Jill replied.

"Good," I smiled. "But remember, things will only go as far as you want them to."

"I know. We'll see," she said.

"Let's have our wine and relax," I suggested.

"That sounds great," Jill replied.

Richard returned with the bottle of wine and an extra glass.

"We have another guest, my love," he said to me.

"Another guest," Jill asked as she turned towards the door.

"It's just me," Jackie announced. Jill and I stood from the couch to greet her.

"Good evening, Jill," Jackie smiled before they embraced.

"Good evening to you too," Jill said.

"I was on my way home from dinner a client and thought I'd stop by," Jackie explained. She looked down to see Jill's and my panties laying on the floor. She smiled devilishly. "I hope I'm still in time for the fun."

"Perhaps," I smiled...

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July 10^th, 1992, 7 P.M.

Brad's Narration

I left work at 6:30 and headed home to grab a shower before I met Kami and Carly. They wanted to see Batman Returns and I was looking forward to going with them. As I was dressing, I wondered how Mom's day was going. She'd already been home and changed for her dinner with Richard and Angie. How would that go, I wondered?

I'd spent the last couple years wishing Mom would meet someone, but now that we'd made love, I resented the thought of another man touching her, even Richard. I chided myself for feeling that way as Richard was an awesome guy, but the feeling wouldn't go away. What would I feel like if David made love to my Mom? It was just stupid to think about, I reminded myself. I finished dressing and headed off to meet the girls at Jackie's house.

When I arrived, Jenn greeted me at the door.

"Hiya stranger," she said, as she embraced and kissed me deliciously.

"Hi, yourself," I smiled. "You got plans tonight?"

"Thankfully, David is coming to pick me up shortly," she said.

"Well good for you," I said.

"Yes, it is. I was afraid I was going to have to tag along with your harem tonight," she smiled.

"My harem," I laughed.

"Pretty much," she laughed.

"It's not that bad. I just have two girls and I'm damned lucky to have them both," I replied.

"You should definitely remember that," she smiled. We heard a car horn.

"There's David," she said. "Bye." She kissed me again quickly and walked out the door.

"Bye," I said as I closed it behind her. I turned to the staircase and headed to Carly's room. When I opened the door, I was not the least surprised to see a tangle of bare female flesh on the bed. Kami and Carly were 69-ing and obviously enjoying themselves. I stood in the doorway watching and shaking my head. How the hell did I just fall into this?

I stood there for several minutes before either of them realized I was there. Finally, Carly looked up from between Kami's thighs and smiled.