SINS OF MY FATHER
The Erotic Scriptures: Judah and Tamar
Copyright 2012 by Evelyne Crimson
Smashwords Edition
“Are you okay to do this, Judah? You have not entirely--”
“It is fine, Hirah. I am fine.” Judah stroked his long brown beard and stared down the road stretched ahead of him. The blue sky was peppered with happily tweeting birds, a gentle breeze from the hills teasing his nose with the meadow-fresh smells of spring. The type of day Hannah always loved.
Hirah's robes fluttered lightly in the wind as he followed Judah's gaze down the road. “The mourning period is only just ended today. No one expects you to journey all the way to Timnah immediately. The sheep will be there whether you travel today or three days from now.”
Judah glanced over at his longtime friend. “There is no reason to delay my travels,” he said mildly. Hannah had been a faithful wife, and although they were pleasant to each other, they had not married for love. He closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh, grassy air. It had been many months since Hannah's death and his rod was itching to sheath itself within another woman. He did not feel like going through the oftentimes tedious marriage negotiations with another family to find himself another wife just yet. Perhaps on the road to Timnah, he would find a woman who would let him caress her breasts, running his hands, his lips, over nipples taut with desire. He wanted the smell of a woman's want tickling his nose, his fingers deep inside her, testing her wetness, her tightness, her arousal for him. He wanted to hear her moan as he slid inside, her supple body beneath him, grasping his torso, begging for pleasure.
“Judah?”
The fantasy faded from Judah's mind as he looked at his friend and smiled. “We will leave tomorrow morning,” he decided. “Let us go back to camp and prepare for the journey, yes?”
***
Tamar turned from the yellow cushion she reclined on, hearing the pattering of footsteps on the hard, caked dirt outside. “It is I, Abiah,” a clear, high voice called from the flap of the tent.
“Enter,” said Tamar, and Abiah flung open the tent and hurried inside, her robes swirling about her legs.
“Dear cousin, what is the matter?” Tamar stood up, and greeted her younger cousin with a kiss on her smooth cheek, flushed from running.
“I have just returned from the marketplace at Enaim,” Abiah reported, sitting down on the small red cushion Tamar gestured to. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled as she spoke. “There I was approached by Eli, a servant from your father-in-law's household.”
“Eli? ” Tamar started, staring at Abiah. “I am surprised he recognized you as kin to Er. What did he want?”
Abiah leaned forward, her eyes lowered knowingly. “Judah is coming to Timnah for sheep-shearing tomorrow.”
“Judah? My father-in-law is coming here?” Tamar sat up straighter. “Is he finally marrying me off to that damned third son of his?”
“Tamar--”
“I marry his first son, who dies before we could have children, I marry his second son who is too stupid to know how to make love to a woman before HE dies of illness, and then Judah continues to string me along with vague promises of marriage to his last son, leaving me to live in the disgrace of widowhood while he drags his flaccid cock along the ground!” Tamar flew to her feet, violet eyes blazing with fury as she kicked her yellow cushion across the room. Abiah sprung up with a gasp and grabbed Tamar's arms.
“My cousin, my dear cousin, you are not so bad off.” Abiah placed her olive hand on Tamar's furiously red cheek and gently caressed it. “Judah is cruel to force you to bear the stigma of a widow with no sign of when you are to be married again, but at least you have your own tent, and are provided for a bit.”
Tamar slowly shook her head, a frown turning down the corners of her pretty red lips. “My family was only kind enough to take me back in after I was twice widowed because of Judah's assurance that I would be married to his third son as soon as possible. Here my mourning period for the death of my second husband is almost over, and still Judah hems and haws.” Tamar clenched her fists tightly, drawing in a deep breath. “Did Eli say if Judah wanted to see me? “
Abiah hesitated, then shook her head. “No. There was no mention of you at all.”
“Leave me, cousin.” Tamar abruptly turned away, staring at the red panel of her tent pushed taut by the wind. “Forgive my anger. I wish to be alone for a while.”
“I will see you for supper,” Abiah answered, and Tamar waited until she heard the flap of her tent swish shut.
Tamar flung herself down on her large cushion and slipped her hands beneath her robes. Underneath the swaths of fabric she found her swelling clit, parting her moist lips with two fingers. The image of her father-in-law came to mind and she swallowed a bit as she imagined his dark, handsome face smiling at her. The first time she'd seen Judah was when he arrived at her family's camp to arrange her marriage. Tamar had peeked out from the tent she shared with her cousins and had swooned at first sight of Judah. He was tall, his dark hair shining in the sun, his long beard trim and neat, unlike the shaggy, wirey beards of her brothers. She had been heavily disappointed to realize that Judah had come to marry her to one of his sons, not to himself.