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Snugglebunny Ch. 12 -- Endings
This is something completely different from my previous offerings.This is the final chapter of a series I started back in 2019.
There's no cheating spouses, scheming or plotting.No one in this story is shot, beaten, jailed, blown up, nuked, fed to meat-eating fish or sent to an alternate reality...All depictions or mentions of sexual activity take place between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here.For those not familiar with the earlier stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are not related.
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper...
Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. (Yes, I DO moderate comments) And please remember, this is a work of fiction, not a docu-drama...
...
August 31, 2093:
Holding his tablet, Chris Weber laid in his bed next to Chloe, his wife of 91 years. Well, it will be 91 years of wedded bliss tomorrow, God willing, he thought. It would also be their 110th birthday if they made it through the night. Earlier that day, he was in his office going over everything for the hundredth time, making sure it was all in order.
A few months ago, a strange mutation of a South American virus had quickly swept north, through Mexico and into the southern half of the United States, making its way to Canada. It was now halfway to the Canadian border and was moving quickly, carried by various species of birds, rodents and flying insects. Authorities had done everything they could, short of deploying nuclear weapons, but nothing seemed to stop the strange disease.
According to all the medical experts, the ones most vulnerable to the virus were the very young and the very old. Masking, social distancing and standard practices of cleanliness seemed to be the only defense against the strain. The medical and scientific community frantically worked to find a vaccine, but nothing seemed to work. At this point, the best anyone could do was treat the symptoms and hope for the best. Chris was reminded of the coronavirus pandemic that swept the world over 70 years ago.
Unfortunately, both Chris and Chloe contracted the disease a couple weeks earlier despite having taken all the recommended steps. Since the local hospital was filled to capacity, they remained at home under the care of their doctor, who just happened to be one of their grandsons.
The disease was much like pneumonia, only much worse, and like most forms of the disease, hit older people much harder. Chris knew in his rational mind that without divine intervention, their time was short.
Fortunately, he had spent much of the last year putting all their affairs in order, making sure the family trust was ironclad while working to make things as easy as possible for Brian and Marilyn, their two surviving children.
He also spent much time going through his extensive journal, making sure it would be appropriate for their descendants. He wanted them to know the story of his century-long love affair with Chloe, but he didn't want the kids exposed to their most private, intimate moments. Those, he felt, were between him, his wife, and their creator.
He also had thousands upon thousands of photos and videos of the two of them, many of which depicted the couple in the midst of various sexual activity. These were things they kept for themselves, as reminders of their love. And yes, even at nearly 110, they enjoyed looking at them while reminiscing about the "old" days.
The intimate things were removed from his computer and placed on his password-protected tablet. He promised Chloe these things would go to the grave with them, and he was determined to keep that promise. Brian assured him the tablet would be buried with him.
So as they lay in bed, Chris would play videos of happier times and the couple would reminisce about all the things they had done together and all the places they had visited. It wasn't easy as the disease had taken its toll on them, but they managed nevertheless.
Chris lay back in the bed and looked at his wife. Even after all these years, he was still madly in love with her and saw her as the most beautiful creature God put on Earth. He kissed her hand and held it close to his chest, closing his eyes while thinking back over the last 100 years.
The two of them were born within minutes of each other. They practically grew up together as their parents were very close and worked together.
He remembered her face lighting up when he gave her that nightshirt with the goofy rabbit on it. That was on the Christmas bonus veren siteler after their ninth birthday. The caption read, "Snugglebunny," and that became his nickname for her. He smiled as he recalled the way she held it up and asked, "Am I your Snugglebunny?"
She still asks him that, and he always answers in the positive. That shirt, which Chloe put into a frame and hung on their bedroom wall after Marilyn left for college so many years ago, now belongs to one of their great-granddaughters, who bears an uncanny resemblance to Chloe at the same age.
He remembered their time growing up as children. They lived next door to each other at the time, before this house had been built, and were always together. They were either playing together in his yard or hers, or were out riding their bicycles. Many times, they would walk to the large pond at the back end of the property and either fish or wade together.
They spent so much time together and there was enough of a resemblance between them that many thought they were siblings. Their parents had gotten DNA tests that proved otherwise, but the questions continued. So they began referring to each other as "brother" and "sister," just to tweak everyone a bit.
Then there was the morning of their eighteenth birthday -- the day they gave each other their virginity. That was over 90 years ago, but he remembered it like it was yesterday. He recalled the way she whispered in his ear to "cum inside sister's pussy." That got him so hot, he exploded inside her. From then on, she used that as part of their love-making. And it always worked.
They married young, went to college together and enjoyed many wild adventures together. Chloe, it turned out, was quite an exhibitionist who loved showing herself off for him. And, he had to admit, he loved looking at her. He also loved taking pictures and video of her. And she loved it when he did.
He thought back over all the public events where they made love -- spring break, Fantasy Fest, several public gatherings at Party Cove and even a visit to Lake Havasu.
He thought back and recalled their 23rd birthday, when she literally cut all her clothes off for him one piece at a time as they went from place to place. She ended up leaving the remains of her clothes on the parking lot of the last place they went, then rode home completely naked. They ended up making love on the hood of his car right out there in the driveway.
He also recalled the time they spent at the lakeside vacation home that their parents bought together. They had a lot of memories of the place. He lost count of the times they went skinny-dipping in the small lagoon. He also remembered the weekend they spent with their good friend and "adopted" sister, Amy.
Then there was the year they went to Mardi Gras. That was when their oldest child, Mike, was conceived. Chris still had a copy of the picture he sent to the man who owned the apartment with the balcony where they made love.
Mike became an officer in the U.S. Army and served in the Special Forces. He was killed in action 57 years ago in Africa when he threw himself on a grenade. He received the Medal of Honor postumously as a result of that action. Mike's wife, Lynette, committed suicide upon learning of Mike's death. They rarely talked about that time, but they kept a picture of Mike along with his medal and the flag that covered his coffin on the fireplace.
Chris dealt with his son's death by writing a book about the young man. The book contained a special foreword by General Avery Johnson, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and remained on the New York Times best-seller list for months. After discussing it with Chloe, he donated all of his royalties to a fund for wounded service members.
About four years later, the brother of the extremist Mike killed in combat returned and targeted Chloe for revenge. He intended to rape her, then murder her in front of him. Afterward, he intended to kidnap Marilyn, their daughter who was in college at the time, and take her back to Africa where she would be used as "breeding stock" before being killed.
With the help of his younger son, Brian, and a family friend, Chris managed to stop James Ktume, but not before the African doctor had already drugged Chloe. He and his friend, Ron Wiseman, took Ktume back to Wiseman's house, where they dealt with him once and for all.
Ktume was the only man Chris had ever killed in his life, and he never regretted it. Chloe went through several months of counseling but the incident had severely impacted her -- worse than he had originally thought. Their sex life had basically disappeared, and Chloe was a shell of the woman she used to be. It took almost four years to get her completely out of her funk.
He remembered the two years of counseling she went through with Dr. Rose Carlson. Together, Chris and Rose became "Team Chloe" and worked with each other to help her heal. The Webers also met Rose's husband, Jon, and Chris ended up writing a book inspired bedava bahis by Jon's experience with a cult. Eventually, the old Chloe came back, and as Chris recalled with a grin, so did their love life, aided by a remote-controlled vibrator and a bottle of ketchup.
The Webers and the Carlsons developed a hard and fast friendship that lasted until the Carlsons died a little more than 15 years ago. Jon died of a heart attack and Rose followed him to the grave a few months later.
Not long after Chloe fully recovered from her traumatic experience, their parents got together with them and hammered out a joint family trust that included all four properties -- the three residences and the land they sat on, plus the lakeside vacation home jointly owned by both families. Chris and Chloe's parents died not long afterward, leaving Chris and Chloe in charge of the trust.
Eventually, Marilyn and her husband, George Freeman, moved their family into the home formerly occupied by Chris' parents, and Brian moved his family into the home once occupied by Chloe's parents.
After Chloe retired from the hospital where she worked most of her adult life, they took a 'round-the-world cruise, then settled into their new roles as grandparents. They watched as one generation passed, leaving the next to fill the empty spaces. It was, as Chris realized, the ongoing cycle of life and it would continue long after they were gone.
Chris made sure all the necessary paperwork was laid out for Brian and Marilyn, then took one last look around his office. He took in the books, the pictures, the medals and trophies, but his eyes settled on his favorite picture -- the one taken the day he and Chloe married. He felt the pressure in his chest and the urge to cough.
Pulling out his handkerchief, he covered his mouth as he coughed. He looked and saw the red spots and knew it was almost time. His grandson, the doctor, poked his head in the door.
"You okay, Pops?" he asked. Chris nodded his head, unable to speak. Michael Freeman -- named after Marilyn's oldest brother -- saw the handkerchief and walked to his grandfather. "Come on, Pops, it's time to go upstairs. Mom's been asking for you for a while now." He helped Chris stand and walked with him to the chair lift at the staircase.
Marilyn was at the top of the staircase with a wheelchair. When Chris got there, he tried waving her off, but she wouldn't hear it.
"Get in the chair, Dad," she commanded in her nurse's voice. Chris looked at her for a moment and relented, realizing that she knew what she was doing. She wheeled him into the huge master bedroom, then picked him up and placed him in his bed. Chris was impressed with his daughter's strength and remembered when he used to carry her like that.
"Everyone, out," Marilyn said, in her head nurse's voice, shooing everyone out of the room. She and Michael worked together like a well-oiled machine without saying a word to each other. As she got the bed situated and a nasal canula on Chris' face, Michael was taking a sonogram of his chest with a portable unit. When she finished, he pulled a long syringe out of his case and prepared it.
"Okay, Pops," he said. "I need to clear some of this fluid out of your lungs." He looked at Marilyn. "Mom, could you give me a hand here, please?"
"Sure, son," she said. She was proud of her son and enjoyed working with him at the hospital. "What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to hold the sonogram for me so I can see what I'm doing," he said. "Pops, I'm going to put something on you to help deaden the skin where I'll be going in." He pulled out a cotton ball and a bottle. He put some liquid on the cotton, then wiped the area where he intended to inject the needle. Then he applied a topical anesthetic to deaden the skin.
After a few minutes, he pinched it to see if Chris felt it. "Did you feel that?" he asked. Chris shook his head no. "Okay, you may feel a slight pinch. Try not to move, okay?" Chris nodded his head. Michael injected the needle and made sure it went into Chris' lung. He pulled back on the handle, drawing a significant amount of fluid out and into a reservoir sitting next to the bed. After a few more draws, he removed the needle, Wiped the area with another alcohol swab and put a band-aid on the injection site.
"How do you feel?" he asked Chris.
"Better," Chris said weakly.
"Good," Michael said. "You should be able to breathe a bit better now. We got quite a bit out of you. I'll give you something for the pain that'll help you get some sleep, okay?"
"Sounds good. Thanks, son," Chris said. Marilyn picked up the reservoir and headed out of the room.
"I'll take care of this," she said.
"Thanks, Mom," Michael said. "Okay, you two," he added, turning back to Chris and Chloe. "Get some rest now and some sleep. We'll see you in the morning. If you need anything, just call, okay?"
"Okay, thanks, son," Chris said. Michael hugged the two of them before walking out of the room. Chloe put her head on deneme bonus Chris' shoulder and the two of them looked through more photos on his tablet.
"We had a good run, didn't we?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, we did," he said. "A life very well-lived. And you know what, my dear?"
"What?" she asked.
"You've made me the happiest man on earth," he said. "Seriously. You're the best wife a man could ever ask for."
"Only because I love you," she said.
"Well, I love you more," he told her in response.
"You know, I forgot to get you a present this year," she said. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Of course. We've both been a bit pre-occupied lately. Just looking at your beautiful face one more day is more than enough for me," he said with a weak smile.
"I feel the same way about you," she said. "I'll let it go this time," she added with a smile. "God, I'm so tired," she said after a few minutes.
"Me too," he said. "Maybe it's those drugs Michael gave us. Let's get some sleep, okay?"
"Sure," she said. "Good night, babe."
"Good night," he said, kissing her lightly.
...
"Well, doc, what's the prognosis?" Brian asked as he, Marilyn, George and Michael sat at the dining room table sipping a cup of coffee. Michael was going through the display on his medi-scanner tablet, reading the information he collected from Chris and Chloe. He shook his head as he went through the stats.
"Not good, I'm afraid," Michael said. "They're systems are starting to shut down."
"But they seemed so strong after you cleared their lungs," Marilyn said.
"Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving," Michael said. "This disease attacks more than just the lungs, unfortunately. They're both definitely in the final stages of this thing."
"Will they make it through the night?" George asked. Michael shook his head.
"I don't know, Dad," he said. "At this point, it's not up to me. I've done about all I can do."
"Well, they don't need a whole house full of people, that's for sure," Marilyn said. "I think maybe Michael and I ought to stay the night, maybe take shifts watching over them. Everyone else can bunk at our place or at Brian's. At least for tonight."
"I think you're right, Mom," Michael said. "I do have to get back to the hospital and do my rounds, though. I'll be back when I get done with that."
"Alright," George said. "Let's get everyone packed up and settled down, and we'll meet here in the morning."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Brian said. "Call me if you need anything, alright?" he asked Marilyn.
"I will, thanks," she said.
"By the way, Uncle Brian," Michael said. "Pops left a pile of paperwork for you in his office. He said you'd know what to do with it all."
"Thanks, Michael," he said. "I found it earlier."
Brian and George rounded up the rest of the family and headed for the two other houses. Michael grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Marilyn stopped him before he left.
"What's the matter, Mom?" he asked.
"Michael, I was just curious," she said quietly. "Is this thing contagious?"
"The jury's still out on that. It doesn't seem to be," he said. "But the CDC is still advising everyone to stay masked and exercise social distancing. That's pretty much been their go-to position for the last 70 years."
"So you don't think we may have gotten it from Mom and Dad?" she asked. Michael shook his head.
"I don't think so," he said. "I think if any of us had, we would have seen some symptoms by now, as much as you've been around them." He looked at her for a moment before speaking again. "What's wrong, Mom?"
"Oh nothing," she said. She put a hand on his cheek and looked at him sadly for a moment. "I just wanted to tell you I love you and I'm so very proud of you." He smiled at her before responding.
"Well, thanks, Mom," he said. "I love you too. What brought this on?"
"It's just... Look, I know I'm not as bubbly or outgoing as your grandmother and I know it's been a while since I've told you how I feel about you. I just wanted you to know." He took her in his arms and kissed her cheek.
"I appreciate that, Mom," he said. "I love you too. I've never doubted that you love me, but it is good to hear from time to time. And to be honest, I don't think anyone could be as bubbly or outgoing as Grandma." Marilyn laughed at that.
"I think you're right," she said.
"I'd better bet back to the hospital before they send out the National Guard to find me," he said. Marilyn nodded her head.
"Okay, son," she said. "I'll see you soon."
"Count on it, Mom," he said as he left.
...
The next morning, Chris woke up, coughed and looked at his wife. She was awake as well, and he could tell she was feeling just as crappy as he did. The pressure was back in his chest, and he had a difficult time breathing. Michael checked them both out and turned to his mother.
She saw the look on his face and understood the meaning. No words needed to be said. She went downstairs and called her husband and brother, telling them to bring the family over. Soon, the master bedroom was filled with children and grandchildren, all of them with tears in their eyes. Chris looked at them for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
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