Grieving: Family Affairs

Please read with an open mind.

Lukas Müller and Amina Al-Farisi met as minors during one of Lukas's trips through the Middle East. They fell fiercely in love from the very first second, and even though Amina was already engaged to someone else, Lukas convinced her to run away with him. They moved to Germany, where they grew into young adults together with the support of Lukas's parents.

His brother, Sebastian, ten years younger, was the only one who presented a problem in welcoming Amina.

Perhaps it was jealousy that Amina was now the center of attention, or even possessiveness--not wanting any more members in the family--but Sebastian did not like Amina, and everyone knew it. That fractured the brothers' relationship, and Sebastian used it as ground to justify his hatred toward Amina. At twenty years old, and having lived together in Germany for three years, Lukas and Amina got married.

Amina's family cut ties with her out of shame and punishment, because she had fled her responsibilities in her native country to join a foreign man; therefore, Amina no longer had a family network, and her only emotional and physical connection was with Lukas.

As soon as they were married, Lukas and Amina left for the United States to build a future together. There, Amina gave birth to their three children: Aisha, Friedrich, and Nour. Their chosen location was called Woodstock, in Vermont. A picturesque and beautiful town, where they quickly found friendship in their neighbors, the Rossis. Fifteen years older, Giovanni Rossi, their charming widowed neighbor, was raising his twin sons, Matteo and Enzo Rossi, as a single father.

Amina, a beauty with silver eyes and skin as dark as the night, with beautiful, pronounced heart-shaped lips and a slender yet voluptuous body, seemed like a delicacy to Giovanni from the moment he first met her. She maintained a barely noticeable stomach and a small waist, despite having already given birth to three children. On the other hand, snow-white, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, Lukas was tall as a beanpole and skinny; his attraction lay in his mannerisms and extensive vocabulary, as well as features that resembled those of a German monarch.

Their son Friedrich was the spitting image of his father, while the girls were the only ones who seemed like a seamless blend of both parents' skin and features, resulting in a perfect mix of both worlds. When the eldest, Aisha, was already ten years old, and the Rossi twins were about fifteen, a tragedy struck: Lukas Müller and his eight-year-old son had an accident and lost their lives.

Amina, having been in love with Lukas for half her life, fell into a devastating depression. Incapable of caring for her daughters, neither financially nor emotionally, she surrendered custody to Lukas's parents, who, desperate to hold onto something of their son, took the girls to Germany to finish raising them. That was how ten-year-old Aisha and four-year-old Nour would not see their mother until about five years later.

Part One. Why didn't Amina return to Germany with her daughters?

Amina Müller, 32 years old, widowed and depressed, was unable to get out of bed for more than a week as soon as she heard the news of her husband's death. Her mother-in-law, seeing Amina's state, convinced her to yield custody of her daughters, and so she did.

Worried, Lukas Müller's parents, Finn and Emilia Müller, decided to admit her to a mental health center. There, they treated her with the proper care, and Amina was able to stabilize from the shock of losing the love of her life. When she was discharged, she realized that because she had always assumed she would be a housewife, she had no work experience and did not know how to get a job.

Returning to the house where she had shared more than ten years with Lukas broke her heart, and she collapsed in tears in the middle of the living room. There, Giovanni, surprised to see a Müller alive in the house after more than six months, walked in and hugged her on the floor, offering his condolences.

"I'm so sorry, Amina," he whispered to her. "I know you adored him. Lukas must be in heaven watching over you. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to stay stuck in grief..."

Ashamed of her inability to face the situation, Amina refused to contact her daughters. She had given them away, practically, and that ate at her conscience. Every day, she got up to look for a job, and with every rejection, she thought about the family she once had, which a drunk driver speeding had taken away from her.

Giovanni visited her every day, providing food and emotional support: offering a shoulder to lean on. Amina did not try to socialize beyond the twins and Giovanni, answering only phone calls from her in-laws regarding her daughters' well-being.

"They need to talk to their mother, Amina. Even if it's just ten minutes, find the strength to face them." Lukas's mother began to beg her.

Amina did not know how to hold her head up through the shame and the pain in her heart of being a bad mother. She felt worse and worse, sadder every day for her daughters, who on the day Lukas died had not only lost their father and brother, but also their mother.

There, on the ground of the Woodstock cemetery, Amina and her heart lay buried alongside Lukas's.

Yet Amina agreed, and the following week was the first time the girls were able to speak with their mother in a long time.

"I love you, Mom, don't forget it." That was how Aisha ended the call with her mother, happy to know she was indeed alive.

For her part, Amina had sold the house she had shared in life with Lukas and had saved the money for when the girls decided to go to university. She didn't intend to touch a single cent; she saw it as the last support Lukas had left in life to take care of his family.

Amina had moved in with the Rossis, living in the attic of Giovanni's house--an extensive and beautiful floor that resembled a small apartment. Equipped with a private bathroom, an open bedroom attached to a small living room, and a mini-fridge included, Amina paid him about forty dollars a month, which gave her enough room to save money from what she earned working as a cashier at a local supermarket.

The people in the community had begun to get to know her--quiet, sweet Amina, poor Amina who had lost her husband and her son, and who had been forced to give up custody of her daughters due to her mental state. When Lukas was alive, Amina had never made an effort to make friends: her entire world was her family.

That was why her world had been destroyed when her husband died.

The routine was simple: she woke up, had breakfast with the Rossis, worked, walked back, and had dinner with the Rossis. She went to sleep and restarted the cycle.

Sometimes she spoke with Giovanni; sometimes the pain was so great that she only listened to him but could not speak.

Then, on the day marking one year since Lukas and Friedrich's passing, Giovanni invited Amina out on a date. Nothing with double intentions: he just wanted to distract her. But Amina, with those beautiful silver eyes, looked at him sadly, and he couldn't help leaning in and kissing her.

Amina, tired of the sadness and loneliness, lost consciousness and returned the kiss.

Just for a second, she thought.

But the kiss didn't stop.

Giovanni took her to his car and drove until he left it hidden among the trees.

"I think enough time has passed, don't you? Let's be a couple, Amina." Giovanni proposed to her, holding her chin with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other. He leaned in and kissed her forehead; Amina sighed and nodded.

Giovanni sought her lips, and Amina moaned as Giovanni inserted his tongue and made suggestive movements with it.

Becoming aroused, Amina unfastened her seatbelt and climbed on top of Giovanni. Giovanni slipped his hands under Amina's dress and began to take her buttocks in his hands, kneading them and moving Amina's hips against his own.

They began to dry hump.

Moaning and kissing each other, they lost control.

About ten minutes later, Amina lay on her back in the back seat of Giovanni's truck. Completely naked, spreading her legs as wide as possible to the sides to leave space for Giovanni between them.

Filled with lust, Giovanni sucked Amina's left nipple while she held onto his shoulders.

Giovanni began to join their genitals, inserting the head of his penis inside Amina's folds.

Neither remembered protection.

Not when Giovanni began to thrust hard and deep inside Amina.

Not when Amina began to moan with delight at the pleasure caused by Giovanni's penis and how he was pumping at the right rhythm to excite her.

Not when Amina began to respond, in sync, against Giovanni's hips, moving and moaning against each other's lips.

Not when Giovanni bit one of Amina's nipples and she came, screaming.

And finally, Giovanni, pushed by Amina's orgasm, came for the first time inside Amina, leaving her filled with his seed.

But that was not their only union during the night of the anniversary of the destruction of Amina's world.

And seeking to flee from her feelings of sadness, and from being sent back to rehab, Amina decided to surrender to pleasure.

Giovanni fucked her sitting in the driver's seat, lying on the ground in the middle of nowhere, in the shower, and in his double bed inside the house.

All night, Giovanni and Amina surrendered to pleasure.

To heaven.

Giovanni and Amina's relationship remained a secret until the twins turned eighteen. Upon reaching legal age, both left for university. A month later, Enzo Rossi would find his father in the backyard pool of their home, copulating with the spectacular Amina.

When Amina Müller turned 35, she decided to put blonde highlights in her hair. Thus, her hair was very recognizable, especially coming from the woman with whom he had already been living in the same house for three years.

So when he looked through the living room window toward the backyard and into the pool, lying inside was his father holding up a woman of dark complexion and hair with blonde streaks, Enzo knew who it was.

Giovanni held, by her smooth and voluptuous buttocks, a woman who wrapped her legs around him and held onto his shoulders. The movement of both their hips was mesmerizing; Giovanni kissed her with his eyes closed.

That prevented him from realizing Enzo's presence.

For his part, Enzo was totally focused on watching the movement of Amina's buttocks as they rose and fell with each thrust from his father. The water shook in waves, as if decorating the immensity of the beauty in every movement of Amina's skin. Giovanni began to spank her, and Enzo noticed how Amina's beautiful figure tensed. With her skin glistening with water and sweat, Amina's back was the most captivating thing he had ever seen in his life.

When Giovanni and Amina moaned loudly, coming in unison, Enzo decided to flee the house and not tell even his twin what he had seen. Excited, that night he masturbated remembering Amina and her spectacular body.

On the other hand, Amina and Giovanni, thinking they were alone, were celebrating about two years of being together.

Giovanni was delighted with Amina; he thought she was a spectacular woman, and she cooked delicious dishes for him. She made the house a true home, decorating thoughtfully, and had taught him how to distribute his money very efficiently.

Giovanni wanted to get married, but Amina still considered it too soon; she remembered Lukas daily. Giovanni knew he would never replace Lukas or ever be loved by Amina the way she had adored Lukas, but he was simply smitten with her.

She was not only a beautiful woman, she was a fighter; she worked her fingers to the bone to be better every day, to serve others, calling her daughters every day and, when she gathered enough money, sending them gifts, always present in their lives even if not physically.

Aisha sometimes greeted Giovanni on video calls, but Amina never told them about their relationship.

Nour, on the other hand, did not remember Giovanni, and if Amina didn't call her every day, she would have forgotten her too. On the other hand, Lukas's mother had begun to notice the closeness between the two.

Whenever Amina called, Giovanni was nearby, touching her shoulder, talking to her, joining the conversation.

It was as if he were marking territory.

A man doesn't do that for nothing.

A couple of days later, Enzo returned quietly and found them kissing in the living room. He decided to hide in the basement, waiting for something. He didn't want to admit it, but he wanted to see them copulate again.

He felt strange, since Giovanni was his father, but it excited him much more to see Amina's naked body copulating.

An hour later, he heard the sound he was looking for: a bed headboard banging against the wall.

Bingo!

He quickly went up to his father's master bedroom and cracked the door open, visualizing the scene: Amina, on top of Giovanni, who was thrusting into Amina while lying on his back. He grabbed her by the hips down while pumping upward. Amina's backside made extremely exciting shapes with every movement of both of them.

It was as if two masses of skin stretched as they rose, and bounced hard as they came down, taking another, more pronounced shape. The precious shape of her buttocks, firm and holding up on their own, moved in a mating dance.

Enzo was lost in his thoughts, imagining himself being the one fucking her in that position. When Amina leaned both hands on his father's chest and began to find her own rhythm with her hips, increasing the cadence and the force of the strikes, Enzo knew he was going to come and left the house.

It was one month after her second anniversary with Giovanni that Amina knew with clarity: she was pregnant. She was going to give birth for the fourth time in her life. Amina was not necessarily angry, but she was ashamed. She didn't want Lukas's parents to think she hadn't loved him, that she had gotten over him so fast.

To Amina, Giovanni was only a distraction. Copulating with Giovanni was done only to feel connected to someone, to release stress; she did not love Giovanni, and every day she cried remembering what she had lost.

She made the decision to be honest, with a heavy weight in her heart.

And she called her former in-laws.

"Hello, parents." Amina began. Since she had started living with them while still a minor, when she decided to escape home and run away with Lukas, she had called them parents because they had finished raising her. "I'm not proud of this, okay? I'm so sorry. I'm pregnant by another man..."

Amina broke down in tears, feeling humiliated. But Lukas's parents didn't really understand why she was apologizing; Lukas had been deceased for three years already. Her pregnancy was clearly not infidelity nor a reason to apologize.

Amina had spent a whole depressive and agonizing hell; it would be silly of both of them to expect her not to rebuild her life with another man. Amina had broken, and even within her pain, she had thought of the best for her daughters: she let them have the last pieces of their son's life, their granddaughters with them, to finish raising. That was an immense gift to their destroyed hearts.

So, they only thought about removing that small stone from her heart.

"Sweetheart, don't worry about it. We aren't angry." Emilia Müller spoke to her softly. "Adding a new member to the family isn't a sin; on the contrary. I bet Lukas wanted more children with you! We look forward anxiously to a new grandchild."

Amina sighed, happy that they weren't angry with her. Emilia, on the other hand, continued to consider Amina her daughter. She had been part of her home for so many years, and she had never taken advantage of the Müllers' money; there was never any self-interest involved. Even with the death of her son, she only decided to be independent and work, selling the house and saving the money in a trust for her daughters.

Amina was a good woman to whom a very bad thing had happened, and unfortunately, she had let herself be overcome by sadness. She had stopped living. If she was pregnant, she hoped she could start living again.

Fleeing from feeling.

But Amina was not fleeing from feeling at that moment; she simply felt nothing romantic for Giovanni. Did she like how he looked? Yes. Did she like how he treated her? Yes. Did she love him? No. It was a relationship that simply made her feel accompanied, nothing more.

That same night, Amina called Aisha and Nour to tell them the news.

"I don't want you to think I've forgotten either of you. I love you with all my soul." Amina began. "But Mom is going to have a new baby. Please, don't think I want to replace Friedrich. I didn't plan this, it just happened, okay?"

But Aisha and Nour did not take it well. Their mom had abandoned them and now she was going to have a new child! Would she love him more?

"You're going to forget about us, Mom, I know it." Aisha began to cry and ended the call. Amina, desperate, began calling her, but her daughter did not answer again.

Amina then called Lukas's parents, and they advised her to give them time. Her two daughters were crying, heartbroken, thinking that Amina no longer loved them.

A week passed without them speaking, until Aisha finally answered and Amina began to cry upon seeing her.

"I love you, my big baby, I would never forget about you. You were my first experience as a mother, and you accompanied me through this wonderful adventure." Amina whispered to her, with a knot in her throat. Aisha only nodded, crying in silence.

To Giovanni, Amina broke the news about the pregnancy a month later. Frankly, she had even forgotten to mention it to him.

"This is wonderful, Amina! Let's get married!" Giovanni hugged her in the living room, amazed by the news. Kissing her all over her face.

Amina pushed him away.

"I don't want to marry you, I already told you. We'll raise the new baby and that's it." Amina tried to explain to him.

Giovanni didn't understand why Amina didn't want to get married again, but he shrugged and smiled at her.

"Someday I'll convince you," he swore through gritted teeth.

Amina just rolled her eyes.

Eight months later, waiting at the hospital were the Rossi brothers, now nineteen years old, and a fifty-one-year-old Giovanni, waiting for Amina to give birth. It had been quite an adventure, feeling Amina as their father's partner, when Enzo was clearly in love with her and they had been away all year at university.

Amina gave birth to a macrosomic baby, with grey eyes and wheat-colored skin.

They named him Gianlucca Rossi, to continue Giovanni's custom of Italian names for his children. Giovanni was indeed Italian, raised in Matera, Italy; when his wife died giving birth, Giovanni decided to bring his children to raise them in Woodstock and earn money working from home, online--something that was very common in work practices in the United States.

Raising Gianlucca was exhausting, him being a large baby and her having given birth at such an advanced age. Amina had to stop working for the first four months to adapt to having a baby, and that's when Emilia Müller decided to travel to help her. But she didn't travel alone; Sebastian Müller traveled with her.

At twenty-six years old, Sebastian Müller looked exactly like Lukas. The same height, the same blue eyes; the only differences were the bone structure and that Sebastian actually had muscles, not skinny like his brother. He went to the gym every day in his free time and worked in finance in Munich.

When Amina, breastfeeding a four-month-old baby, saw him walk through the front door, she was completely paralyzed. It was as if Lukas had returned from the dead to watch her with another man's baby. Ashamed, she lowered her gaze. It was Emilia Müller, walking behind Sebastian, who noticed it and decided to lighten the mood.

"Amina! Fresh from giving birth, but as beautiful as ever." Emilia gave her a light hug and looked at her baby. "He is gorgeous, like all the babies you've birthed, my love."

She kissed Amina on the forehead.

Amina thanked her.

Then Sebastian and she looked directly at each other, and Sebastian smiled at her with his eyes. He offered her a gift for her baby.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you at the beginning; I hope we can rebuild our relationship. You will be part of the family forever; you were Lukas's heart." Amina sighed, delighted to see Sebastian. It was like seeing Lukas again; it brought her a sense of peace and charm.

That night, Sebastian and Emilia went to sleep in a rented house near Giovanni's. And Giovanni returned very late from the job he had gotten at a law firm--he had been working there for about five years now; aware of this, Enzo decided to keep Amina company.

Amina was distracted: she dropped a plate while trying to wash dishes, cut her finger a little while trying to cook, and bumped into the table while walking too close to it. Enzo, intrigued, asked her what was wrong with her.

"Nothing." Amina sighed.

"Well, that nothing has you hurting yourself. Do you want a relaxant?" Enzo offered her medication to clear her mind.

Amina, distracted, took it. She shouldn't consume it, since she was breastfeeding. But thinking about Sebastian had her head in the clouds, and she wouldn't last all night being this distracted.

Amina went to lie down in her room, where they had incorporated the baby's crib into the space that served as the living room. Enzo, curious, followed her and lay down beside her.

Amina was lying face down, hugging a pillow. She was wearing denim shorts and a short white sweater. She was not wearing underwear, as it bothered her breasts, knowing they were swollen from breastfeeding.

Enzo lay down beside her, lying on his side, and began to stroke her hair. Amina was falling asleep. Enzo then ran his fingers down her torso and reached down to her buttocks.

Amina felt it, but being too relaxed, she let it be.

Enzo then began to knead Amina's buttocks. Then he began to kiss them, to suck them, pulling up her shorts to be able to grasp them with ferocity. Amina sighed, falling asleep. It felt like a massage.

What woke her up was feeling the air against her skin.

Enzo had taken off her shorts, and now she was naked from the waist down.

Uncomfortable, she tried to get up, but Enzo got on top of her. Resting his own naked hips on Amina's buttocks, Enzo began to pass his erection between Amina's folds.

Scared, she tried to sit up, but Enzo's weight wouldn't let her.

She felt Enzo's breath heavy in her ear.

"Enzo, what are you doing?" Amina demanded, annoyed.

"Just this once. Let me come this once, I love you, Amina. Not as a mother figure, as a woman." Enzo's voice sounded desperate. Amina felt him try to push the head of his penis between her folds and simply raised her ass, opening her legs a little, giving him space.

Enzo, holding himself up on his forearms, but dropping weight onto Amina so she wouldn't move, sighed satisfied and entered softly.

Both moaned.

A soft and loving sway formed; Enzo whispered in Amina's ear with every stroke.

"You feel so good, Amina. I've wanted to put it in you for months. Do you feel this union? It's fascinating." Enzo moaned in her ear.

Hard stroke. Amina moaning.

"You have the best ass in the world, Amina." Enzo moans.

He raises his hips and lets them fall with force. He touches an especially sweet spot in Amina, and she screams, desperate. She begins to raise her backside to receive the strokes more freely, and Enzo is in heaven.

Pumping.

Pumping.

Amina moans.

Enzo comes, spilling all his seed inside Amina.

The baby begins to cry in the other room, and this time Amina does push, with Enzo releasing her. She runs out and takes him in her arms, drowsy.

Amina didn't come, Enzo thinks, regretting not having been a good sexual partner.

Amina breastfeeds the baby and rocks him gently; Enzo sits across waiting for her in the attic's small living room. He is completely naked, with large muscles, toned, tall.

A handsome young Italian.

Amina, still under the effects of the relaxant, feels nothing about what she has just done.

About allowing it.

She pulls up her sweater while breastfeeding and sees herself completely naked.

Enzo gets up, looking for her and helping her take off her sweater, and when Gianlucca falls asleep, they return to the bed on the attic.

This time under the blanket, hugging and kissing, Amina and Enzo engage in another erotic dance. Pushing their hips against each other, with their genitals firmly joined, Enzo comes a second time inside Amina, but she still fails to achieve release.

A week later, Amina admits to Giovanni what happened that night and apologizes to him, ashamed of the infidelity. She swears to him that she never wanted to hurt him, and repentant, she ends the relationship.

She decides to leave with the Müllers for Germany.

Part Two. Did Amina marry a second time?

Once in Germany, Amina lost no time in making up for lost time with her daughters. Emilia, happy to help her and ignorant as to why Amina finally decided to return to Germany, stayed with Gianlucca while Amina walked her daughters to their schools and left to work with Sebastian as his secretary.

She worked short hours; when the girls got out of school, Amina picked them up and walked home with them. They did homework together, played, talked, and Amina bathed in the tub with them. They re-established the bond step by step, which had been lost with

Lukas's death.

Amina had not felt this happy since Lukas was last alive.

At work, something different was happening.

Sebastian showered Amina with compliments, took her out to eat, and gave her flowers daily. Confused, Amina didn't know what to think.

And coming from someone who physically was a carbon copy of Lukas, she was beginning to fall in love with Sebastian.

When Gianlucca was six months old,

Sebastian finally spoke with Amina.

"This month together has been fascinating. Go on a date with me, please." Sebastian asked. Amina had beautiful eyes that looked like stars, and her dark skin made a great contrast, as if every time he looked at her, fascinated, he saw a starry night.

He felt incredibly in love.

Amina sighed. She had been wanting this for weeks; why did she feel uncomfortable?

Sebastian was already an adult, and she had not influenced his decision in any way. She hadn't groomed or manipulated him; she had merely existed near him, without insinuations or flirting on her part.

So she spoke with Emilia.

"He asked me out. I don't want to cause trouble in this family; what do you think I should answer?" Amina sought comfort in Emilia's guidance.

Emilia, distressed, only sighed. She knew Amina was a beauty, and that men loved her. Especially Sebastian, who had a personality so similar to Lukas; she understood why he would like the woman who had been the love of his brother's life.

Under normal circumstances, she would have even found it scandalous. But not right now. If Amina married back into the family, she wouldn't even have to change her last name, and they wouldn't have to see their granddaughters leave.

For her own convenience, she replied:

"You are both consenting adults. Make the decision responsibly, and if you are going to have children, marry legally." Emilia concluded.

Sebastian and Amina's first date was at a seafood restaurant on the outskirts of the city. They talked until night fell and then returned to Sebastian's bachelor apartment, where what both had been wanting for weeks finally happened: they fornicated all night.

The scene unfolded like this: as soon as they entered the apartment, they began kissing desperately. Sebastian began to undress her and she him; there, on the living room floor upon the rug, Amina got on all fours and raised her buttocks to be penetrated. Sebastian, pleased, knelt and took her hips to pump into her with a suggestive and delightful rhythm.

The second position was on the living room sofa, with Amina reclining and her legs wide open, extended upward. Sebastian, completely lying over her, gave her strokes using the couch to gain leverage, letting himself fall with precision right into the sweetest spot inside Amina.

It was an explosive night, highlighting both their emotional and sexual connection.

The routine continued the same: Amina dropped off and picked up the girls from the educational center, worked in between, and spent the day learning every detail of her daughters' adventures. The only thing that changed was that at night, when the girls fell asleep, Amina left her home.

Sebastian would park in front of the house and pick her up, and there, with the lights off and the windows tinted in front of the house, they copulated like rabbits. The Müllers knew what their son was doing outside with Amina; the car shook violently, and the windows, though tinted, fogged up.

They were shameless, but they preferred them doing that in front of the house rather than far away where they couldn't see them.

One day, Finn Müller even witnessed their union. One night when both Nour and Aisha were not there--having decided to sleep over at neighborhood friends' houses--and his wife was already asleep, Finn came across a rather captivating scene.

In the middle of the kitchen, Sebastian lay naked, sitting on a chair, while Amina leaned back on a table with her forearms and rose and fell on Sebastian's lap. Finn, aware that both thought they were alone, only observed the synchronization of their movements for a moment and withdrew from the scene.

Time passed, and after two months of being together, when Gianlucca was 8 months old, Amina became pregnant again: this time by her late husband's younger brother. Emilia, ecstatic over the news, was immensely happy: she would be a grandmother again, and this time through her other son.

Sebastian, for his part, lost no time; he asked Amina to marry him legally. When the baby was born, Amina and Sebastian were already legally united. The new baby was named Lucca Müller, a way to continue the custom of the Italian name while remembering the late Lukas Müller.

Sebastian was very grateful to his older brother; he had met his wife thanks to him.

Lucca Müller had inherited Sebastian Müller's blue eyes, but with skin a few shades darker, like his mom's. It had been a smooth pregnancy, and Amina was considering getting a hysterectomy.

Closing the factory.

Living with them this time, Aisha and Nour took the news calmly. Amina had showered them with so much attention that they knew a baby wouldn't change anything. The only confusing part was knowing that Sebastian would be Amina's new husband; was their uncle their new stepfather, and was their brother both their cousin and brother?

Strange family ties.

Amina and Sebastian reached an agreement: if by age 38 Amina did not get pregnant by him, she would get the operation. Although Sebastian, 10 years younger, wanted more children, he was going to accept having had only one with her.

Besides, he had Lucca and would raise Gianlucca as his own, which should be enough for him to feel satisfied as if he had two.

Part Three. Aisha's Sex Addiction.

Aisha and Amina had already discussed what Aisha would do when she reached legal age; she would travel back to Woodstock to remember her father and her brother. She wanted to visit both of their graves and spend a quiet summer in the last place they had lived as a family before the tragedy.

Aisha had a whole list of things Lukas enjoyed doing in Woodstock, and she wanted to experience them all before starting university. So on the day she turned eighteen, Aisha spent it on a commercial flight. Back to where her beloved father and her dear brother died.

Amina had remained in contact with Giovanni, mostly regarding aspects related to Gianlucca. Giovanni was still his father, after all, so when her eldest daughter decided to return, Amina asked Giovanni to host her for the whole summer so she could fulfill the desires of her heart in mourning for her father.

Giovanni agreed.

Giovanni certainly missed Amina. But he understood there was no point of return after what had happened with his son, and that it was better that Amina had married far away from him. His only regret was not having fought for custody of Gianlucca; another man was raising him as his own.

On the other hand, the relationship between Giovanni and his son was never the same again. Amina was drugged when it all happened, but Enzo was fully coherent and fostered the whole event and betrayal. As punishment, Giovanni had kicked Enzo out of the house and stopped paying for his studies.

So while a 23-year-old Matteo Rossi had already graduated and was working as a lawyer at a firm in New York, Enzo had to return to Woodstock and work while completing studies through online universities. Frustrated with each other, Giovanni and Enzo never spoke to each other again.

Aisha and Giovanni felt awkward only during the first three days of living together; afterward, they picked up a routine quickly and were able to interact naturally with each other. Aisha, her mother's beautiful daughter, had Lukas's blue eyes with her mother's jet-black hair; although her hair was wavy, her nose was defined, and her skin was wheat-colored, highlighting that she was a perfect combination of her parents.

Her lips were balanced and full.

She was a beautiful young woman.

Giovanni felt a bit strange admiring the beauty of the daughter of the woman with whom he had a child, but he showed himself affable and gave her a warm welcome back to Woodstock. Aisha told him her entire to-do list, and the routine settled in.

They ate breakfast early; fifty-five-year-old Giovanni went to work, and Aisha set off on various adventures. After two weeks in Woodstock, Aisha met a young guy who hit on her at a nightclub. Flattered, Aisha flirted back, and everything escalated quickly.

That was how Giovanni found Aisha in her room with the door wide open, and in the middle of the bed, Aisha fornicating with an unknown guy. The couple was kneeling, and Aisha, with her legs wide apart, supporting herself on her knees, received penetrations from behind from the unknown guy. Kneeling and pumping into Aisha from behind with his hips, he held onto them and looked intently at how Aisha's backside received every stroke.

They moaned wildly, and Giovanni, completely aroused, stayed watching as the stranger hugged Aisha from behind and kneaded her breasts, until lowering a hand to press her clitoris until making her come.

Aisha was every bit a woman.

With voluptuous breasts and hips like her mother, but a thin frame like her father, she was the perfect combination enclosed in the body of a young woman.

Captivated, the young man began whispering things in Aisha's ear, and she nodded.

They changed positions on the bed; Aisha lay on her back and bent her legs, separating them. The stranger stood over her and placed one of her legs wrapping around a male hip and the other over his shoulder. He allowed himself easy entry; with an irregular rhythm, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, the stranger pumped into Aisha, shouting her name and thanking her for existing.

Aisha only sighed.

Giovanni decided to stop watching the scene. The thumping of the bed kept making noise until it stopped half an hour later. Giovanni waited for the stranger to leave and walked toward Aisha's room. Now closed, Giovanni opened it slowly and saw Aisha fast asleep in the middle of the bed.

He sighed and returned to his own room.

The following week, on the same day, at the same time, the exact same thing happened. Giovanni heard the characteristic banging of the bed's headboard against the wall, and walking in the direction of Aisha's room, he saw her immediately: Aisha was lying on her back, with both legs parallel upward. There was a different man than last time, a Black man this time, on his knees, penetrating a desperately moaning Aisha.

Her breasts moved in a fast and hot sync, in time with the hips of the man, who seemed quite a bit older than a young adult Aisha.

Giovanni was worried about two things:

That Aisha was not protecting herself.

That Aisha was out of control with strangers.

So he decided to call Amina and have a conversation about it. But before doing so, he wanted to wait in his room and talk it over with Aisha. This time, he waited for the sound to stop and went to Aisha's room.

Aisha was still lying naked on the bed, but awake. Giovanni entered and sat beside her.

Aisha, startled, grabbed a sheet and covered herself.

"Aisha, do you even know these men? I'm worried that you're out of control." Giovanni began.

"I can't help it, I'm so aroused all the time. My hormones are out of control; I just did it, but I don't know how to stop. I want it again." Aisha moaned and lowered her hand, spreading her legs and stroking her clitoris. Moving her hips in circles and closing her eyes, Aisha began to masturbate in front of Giovanni.

It was incredibly exciting.

Giovanni decided he needed to take care of Aisha's sex life in Woodstock, and if necessary, he would give her sexual pleasure that day. Thus, he stopped her masturbation and leaned in to lick her with his lips. Aisha played along, pleased.

"Are you protecting yourself with them, Aisha?" Giovanni asked.

Aisha sighed, annoyed.

"Obviously."

"I want us to talk about control. Find a guy your age that you can establish a relationship with." Giovanni began to insert three fingers into her while talking to her. Aisha moved in sync, and her breasts stood out, beautiful and beaded with sweat. "It's dangerous to expose yourself to so many strangers; you don't know what disease or danger you're exposing yourself to."

Aisha moaned.

"I can't help it." Aisha moaned softly and came. "I want to feel you inside me."

"We can't. I'm your younger brother's father, Aisha."

"I don't care." Aisha stood up and positioned herself over Giovanni suggestively. He merely swallowed hard and looked into her eyes while she held his gaze and tried to pull his penis out of his pants.

Taking hold of it and beginning to masturbate it, with his member already completely erect, Giovanni moaned.

"I don't have condoms," he said, worried.

"Let's do it raw..."