The Many Loves of Anna Marie Pt. 04

Note: Sinéad is pronounced shin-AYD – Ciara is pronounced KEE-ra – Sionainn is pronounced sh-AH-non – Sean is pronounced sh-AW-n – Siobhan is pronounced shi-VHAN – Séamus is pronounced SHAY-muss – Saoirse is pronounced SEER-sha – ‘Sia is pronounced sh-AH

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When I woke, I heard the twins fussing in their crib. I rolled out of bed and padded into the nursery, finding them up against each other, waving their arms and kicking their legs. I had tried getting them to sleep in separate cribs, but they would cry and continually fuss until I put them back together. I picked April up and started rocking her before letting her suckle at my breast. Meanwhile, June stopped fussing and smiled up at me.

I loved feeding the twins. I had tried feeding both of them at the same time, but that didn’t work out as I had hoped, so I had to keep switching them off and switching breasts. I could feel a warm tingling feeling in my pussy when they were suckling and automatically reaching over to massage my other nipple with their hand to stimulate it into producing milk.

When June started fussing, I pulled April from my breast and laid her down before picking up June and putting her on my other breast. April smiled up at me as I hummed an old Irish folk song that Mom had always hummed when I was young. Before long, June was satiated, and I put her down next to April, who had fallen asleep. June soon joined her, and after tucking the blanket over them, I padded back into my bedroom.

I saw George asleep there, and I briefly envied him for not having to keep waking up to feed the babies. I smiled at the thought that I loved it when George would wake up and beg to sample my wares. I would let him rate the babies’ milk, and he’d always tell me it was perfect. I looked at the clock and saw that the alarm was about to go off…

June 1986

“Twins?!? You scamp!” Sinéad exclaimed with a laugh.

I shared her laugh before giving her all the details about what happened in my hotel room last night. Her delight at hearing about the three of us fucking each other made me smile. When I was done, I finished with, “Sinéad, there’s something special about these two. I felt a connection with them that I’ve never felt with anyone other than you.”

“Oh?” Sinéad said before continuing, “Oh! You think….”

“I want to see them again,” I said in a low voice. I hadn’t told Sinéad that they were sixteen years younger than me and that they were incestuous lovers. I wanted to see if something was there before I went into more detail with Sinéad.

“When do you think you’ll see them again?” Sinéad asked.

“I think I can swing another trip out to LA in October,” I said, not wanting to sound too excited. I could tell from her tone of voice that Sinéad had reservations about my sudden interest in the twins.

Sinéad was quiet for a beat before she confirmed my suspicions by asking, “How serious are you about this?”

“Oh, Sinéad, I don’t know,” I temporized. “I’m excited about it, but at the same time, I’m scared about how I felt when I was with them. That’s why I want to see them again. Maybe it’ll turn out to be just my imagination, and nothing comes of it.”

“Well, I’m here for you if you need to talk about it, mo mhuirnín,” Sinéad said.

“Thanks, Sinéad,” I said. “Give Sionainn my love,” I added.

“I will, mo mhuirnín. Goodbye,” Sinéad said.

“Goodbye, mo mhuirnín,” I said before hanging up the phone.

I stood there for a moment, trying to keep my emotions under control. I’ve been obsessing over April and June, all during my flight back from LA. I grabbed the handle of my bag and headed into the bedroom to unpack and get out of my travel ensemble.

I knew George would be home soon, so I took a quick shower, resisting my need to relieve myself, and threw on some sweats before heading out to the kitchen to cook dinner. I was looking forward to cuddling up with George on the couch tonight while I told him all about my latest adventure.

Just as I was finishing up, I heard George coming in. When he walked into the kitchen, he said, “Smells good! How was your conference?”

George came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a gentle hug. I snuggled back into him, smiled, and said, “I’ve got a good story to tell you later.”

“Oh? Another notch on your bedpost?” George asked with a chuckle before kissing the top of my head. “I’ll make sure the popcorn is popped, and you can tell me all about it later.”

George let go of me as I said, “Go wash up, dear. Dinner’s just about ready.”

George heaved a long-suffering sigh and said, “Yes, dear,” before leaving the kitchen.

I chuckled as I returned to dinner preparation. By the time I had the table set, George had returned to the kitchen. He took care of the wine while I plated our food. Like a well-choreographed dance, we both finished together and sat down. George said grace before we dug in and enjoyed the meal, chatting about current events. We talked about Jonathan Pollard having pled guilty to espionage for selling top-secret United States military intelligence to Israel. Since his arrest last year, George and I had followed the story, wondering how much of Martin Marietta’s information had been involved in the data theft and what our legal liability would be.

We quickly finished dinner, and we worked together to clean up. Once we were done, we headed into the living room and turned on the TV. Tonight was our favorite night for TV, watching the sitcoms on NBC. The Cosby Show, Family Ties, Cheers, and Night Court were great TV shows. We especially loved Night Court and the wacky machinations of Judge Harry Stone. They were all re-runs tonight, but they were still fun to watch. We always tried to schedule time together on Thursday nights unless we had to travel out of town.

I cuddled up beside George, and he put his arm around me. If anyone could see us like this, they’d believe our story of being a happily married couple. I wasn’t so sure it was much of a fiction anymore. Except for the sex, we were content doing things together and especially enjoyed each other’s friendship and company. I briefly wondered how many married couples we knew were as happy with each other as we were as I snuggled in against George.

As promised, I told George about my meeting with April and June Ferrari at the Blue Moon. When I told him about the two being lovers, I saw George raise an eyebrow, his only tell that he was surprised about something. When I told him that the two had planned to fuck me senseless, George laughed and said, “I’m sure you set them straight about that.”

“Yes, I did,” I said with a sigh. “It was an incredible night.”

“Let me go make the popcorn before you go into the details,” George said.

I moaned my disappointment when George let go of me and got up off the couch, but gamely waited for him to come back with a bowl of popcorn. This was one of our favorite activities; dishing on our conquests with each other. Over the years, it’s been me doing most of the dishing since George tends to be very picky about whom he hooks up with, while I tend to jump in bed with whoever catches my fancy.

When George returned with the popcorn, we settled back in with me curled up next to him, the bowl of popcorn in his lap. Once his arm was back around me, I snuggled into his side. I gave George the details of what had happened last night. He laughed when I told him they were sixteen years younger than me. When I mentioned that they were celebrating their birthday, too, George looked me in the eye and raised his eyebrow. He knew about my rape and the resulting pregnancy and how I put the twins born to me on my birthday up for adoption, sight unseen.

“No,” I said, answering his unspoken question. I had to admit that the thought had crossed my mind, but what would the odds be that I just happened to run into my babies. That may be the impetus for my thinking there was a connection, but that’s also why I wanted to see them again. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. First of all, I have no idea if they are adopted. Secondly, I don’t even know if my twins are identical or fraternal. Thirdly, they may not even be girls.”

“Okay,” George said. “I just want to ensure you aren’t focusing on the wrong thing.” He squeezed me tight when he saw the sad look on my face, thinking about my babies.

I smiled up at George, thanking him silently for his support and concern, and snuggled into him again. We stopped talking and concentrated on watching TV and eating popcorn. Soon, we were laughing at the antics on TV. When Hill Street Blues came on, we turned off the TV and headed to our separate beds after bidding each other goodnight.

As I performed my toilet, I resolved to put away thoughts about the twins. I began to review what I needed to know about the meeting I was having tomorrow for the new budget cycle that would need to be resolved after the fall elections. After getting in bed, I lay there, and despite my resolve, I started thinking about April and June and how much fun I had with them. I jilled myself off several times before falling into a deep sleep.

October 1986

I dialed the number I had written on the folded paper, crossed my fingers, and hoped someone would pick up.

“Hello?” came over the line, and I heaved a sigh of relief as I recognized the voice. Of course, I had no idea if it was April or June since they both sounded the same.

“This is Anna. Do you have a minute?” I asked.

I heard a muffled, “Hey, April, Anna’s calling.” Then I heard June say, “Hello, Anna. It’s good to hear from you.”

“Thanks, June. It’s good to hear your voice again,” I started. I continued, “I’m going to be in the LA area next week, and I was hoping we could get together again at the Blue Moon?”

A muffled conversation occurred before I heard, “Yes, we can be available next week. What night would you like to meet?”