Fiction

Aphrodite wakes part 3

The crystal entity calling herself Aphrodite is making progres and changing the lives of a brother and sister in more fun ways than one

The Love Impaired

the love and bond between brother and sister is realised when it comes time for one of them to go on holiday..

The Ten of Them. Chapter 26

In our last chapter we dealt with the situation with Cindy’s Mom, Sylvia was serving the last six months of her jail term. Sylvia rushed to the emergency room and hospitalized after she nearly died in front of JJ and Kara. During her initial evaluation, her diagnosis was brain cancer requiring emergency surgery. Uncle George helped get her released early for medical treatment and her good behavior.
Storyteller’s notes: I need to warn you, this is another chapter that deals with death and more importantly the death of a loved one. I have tried not to make it to graphic, and deal more with emotional side of this story. This is a real emotional chapter, but I feel it advanced and enriched the overall story. It shows that JJ is not always the hero, and allow some of his other family members to shine. If you been waiting for some of this, you can think Demik.
Demik private messaged me several times, sometimes with a critique sometimes with encouragement and lately with some very good ideas so I included them into the storyline.
Please remember this is fiction, and the facts portrayed are not reality, any and all names were products of my imagination. Please forgive misspelling and misused words. I have done my best to edit and correct them but I am sure I missed a few in the nearly 9293 words. All thanks to Microsoft Word and its recent improvements. Please enjoy it in spite of my failings. I do appreciate the positive comments I have gotten, along with the votes. If I continue to make a mistake, kind of like Kata feel free to PM me.
The Ten of Them. Chapter 26
Composed by Hard93 and Demik.
It is an early Saturday afternoon, and we are relaxing after lunch. Crystal sets in my lap and Sam leans against me both asleep in the warm sun light that shines through the glass keeping out the cool air of late winter. We enjoy the quiet after a boisterous morning. Ms. Clark brought the girls over so they can enjoy the pool. We took the opportunity to have a makeup birthday party for Cindy; it was a surprise to Cindy and her mother Sylvia as well, Because Cindy’s sixth birthday had passed during early December nearly two months before. Sylvia imprisoned at the time, and the orphanage could not provide one for Cindy.
Sylvia had begun her cancer treatment, although she was only beginning to feel the full effects of her chemo she was weak and had very little energy. Sylvia did enjoy watching her daughter splash in the pool and enjoy yourself. I was still Cindy’s foster father, although we were letting her sleep at Sylvia’s apartment during the weekends. Daniel, Kara and Karen left to help Sylvia this afternoon.
The Coach was working on this project with his crew, I tried not to think of it because Kathryn would learn of her surprise but given her smug grin, I think it is too late. I think, do not ruin the surprise for the rest of your sisters. Kathryn sticks her tongue out at me in response to my thoughts.
Charles, Jane, Mitch and Jim walk in followed by Ron and Reese. Charles grins seeing the sleeping girls, Mitch shakes his head with a smile, Ron and Reese’s eyes spark with laughter, and I can tell Jane just wants to scoop them up.
Ron says quietly, “Major Denton call this morning he wanted to know how Sam is doing.”
I raise an eyebrow not knowing whom he refers to. Charles says quietly in a voice so smooth it would not wake the lightest sleeper, “He was our executive officer, and he just decided to retire. He was the last person to challenge you on the punch omatic.”
I smile and softly say, “The officer who gave me my coin.” Without disturbing the girls, I slide one hand in a pocket and remove the silver dollar sized coin. I roll it across my knuckles. When Ron, Mitch and Charles removes a similar coin from their pockets, I remember what they told me of unit coins. As long as you have one when someone else brings one out you do not have to pay for the next round at a bar or restaurant, if you are the person who brought it out you are the challenger. If everyone else has one and displays it, the challenger buys the next round.
Smiling I say, “I guess Bobby’s and Mary’s for dinner tonight.” Jim instantly notices that, it is not that he does not appreciate his mother’s cooking; he is just very sweet on Bobby’s youngest daughter Debs. Charles, Ron, and Mitch suppressed their laughter as Jim, even thou he works there and it is his night off, eagerly shakes his head yes.
Ron asks, “How did you get that coin?”
I reply, “Major Denton gave it to me.”
Ron and Charles look a little shocked. Ron says, “I have only seen him hand out three in the time I was in service.” Charles shakes his head in agreement knowing the Major.
Therefore, I began telling the story about how he challenged my parenthood of Sam. I explained what I told him, and what he said when he tossed me the coin. Ron, Mitch and Charles grins and shake their heads.
In her sleep Sam mumbles, “Love you Daddy.” That brings a bright smile to my face.
Charles says, “One of the only other coins he gave was to Sam’s father. I guess he knows you’re her Daddy now.”
Ron says quietly, “He asked me about you, and if you have done what you said. I related the story about Lester, the pizzeria, and then pointed out that he witnessed one time himself. I reminded him that I was Sam’s godfather and I believe she is exactly where she should be. He chuckled over the phone and he told me you are exactly like Sam’s father in spirit. Then I told him in spirit you are Sam’s father.”
Sam mumbles, “That is right Daddy you are just like Angel Daddy, my father.”
Crystal mumbles in her sleep, “My Daddy too.”
I smiled brightly filling the pride of fatherhood. It is unlike anything else, loved by a child and to love that child totally, is true happiness. Not all the money in the world can buy the feeling you get, you only have to love them that is all it requires to receive this bliss.
Mom takes a photo she is getting very good at catching these lifetime moments I really like to see them, share them with the rest of the family. Mom sets the camera down, gently takes Sam in her arms and Jane takes Crystal, and they are going to put them on their beds.
When they are out of the room Charles chuckles, “You know the more they sleep the faster they grow.”
Remembering a conversation with Alyssa and a promise I made to Joan I say, “I wish I could keep them small forever, but I know that is not possible. All I can do is enjoy the time I get with them.”
Charles looking at his son knows exactly what I am talking about the early years of a child can be the best for the parents. The frustrations come as that child begins to try to prove that they are not a child any longer. I will have to remember that when they wants more responsibility, more freedom that is part of growing up. The long road to adulthood can be very trying to the parents. I really do not know how Mom and Helen did it. They could have told us to stop trying to be an adult too soon.
Charles and Jane asks if they can use the TV room, and I remind them that they should treat this home as their home, remember your Sam’s and Crystal’s grandma and grandpa.
Charles chuckles, “It is just that Jim and Mitch are always playing Xbox or something. Jane and I never get to watch a movie.”
Reese asks, “What movie?”
Before I know it, Ron and Reese have joined Charles and Jane in watching the movie.
Mom, Helen along with Michelle and Kathryn are in the kitchen, and they bring a snack to the dining table, one of Kathryn’s cravings has me ravenous. Kathryn set the plate made for me beside hers.
Kathryn craved an Elvis sandwich that is a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. If you are unfamiliar with it, first you take two pieces of white bread spread peanut butter on one slice add bananas slices until the next piece of bread barely sticks together. Place the sandwich in a hot skillet with melted butter, toast both sides of the sandwich until the banana is warm soft and sweet, by that time the peanut butter is nearly liquid. Serve with a large glass of milk. They can be heavenly, but very hard on the waistline.
My sister-in-law and our mothers giggle at us as we tear into the sandwiches. Kathryn glares at her sister giving her a look that says, as if you never had one.
Michelle giggles and says, “I swear if I pinched JJ, Kathryn would shout. I hope JJ can stand it when you give birth baby sister.”
That causes Kathryn to think, wanting to test it she reaches down to pinch her rib only to find my hand in the way. On impulse, Kathryn pinches the back of my hand, when she quickly lets go and says, “Ouch!” Michelle begins laughing so hard she nearly fell from her chair. Mom and Helen giggle along with Michelle’s laughter.
Looking at Kathryn I say, “You are the one wanted to test Michelle’s theory. Before you ask, I think I can filter it. So yes I can share your pain and you mine, or filter it out.”
Helen says, “I hope you can, because giving birth is not easy.” After taking a deep breath Helen says, “Speaking of hard things, how is Sylvia? She looks a lot better it has been a month since her surgery, and she seems to be recovering quickly from that.”
I begin, “Kara, Daniel, and I took Sylvia and Cindy to that new treatment center they opened downstate. It is only forty-five minutes from her apartment. The doctors there gave her a ten percent chance of recovery, the week after her surgery. A recent breakthrough and MRI done this week and the doctors has increased her chances to sixty percent.”
“Kara and Daniel are overjoyed at the news. Kara and Sylvia have really become great friends. Poor Daniel when he is in the room with the two, is usually outvoted in just gives them whatever they want. I know Sylvia will become weaker because of her treatments in the next few weeks. The effects have just really started hitting her, you saw how week she looked this morning. For the next few months, she is going to spend every weekday at the treatment center. They let her come home on the weekends. She is going to spend the weekends at her apartment with Cindy, Kara and Karen have volunteered to stay with her just in case. That means Daniel probably spent most of his weekends there too.”
“Sylvia impresses them both. Now free of her addiction Sylvia is a great mother to Cindy. Kara and Sylvia have planned out a vacation for after her recovery; together the four of them are going to see the Grand Canyon.”
Before this latest development, Sylvia was watching how Cindy got along with Daniel and Kara. Instead of being jealous of Daniel and Kara, she came to me. She asked if I could get the legal documents drawn up that if something ever occur to her, and giving her condition probably would, that she wanted custody of Cindy to go to Daniel and Kara. Sylvia also asked that I not tell Daniel or Kara. That is something Kathryn knows, but because of my promise to keep it secret, she will keep it too.
Mom states, “It has been a lot busier around here than normal, Crystal’s adoption how is it going?”
Kathryn replies with a smile, “It is going really well, another three weeks and Crystal will be ours permanently. Ms. Clark came back yesterday, we became Crystal’s executors last week, but yesterday she was checking up on Cindy and Crystal. She informed me that the judge in this case has approved Crystal’s adoption is just a matter of time before it becomes legal. Then the signing ceremony like we had with Sam.”
Helen asks, “Did you guys get an invite over to Kara and Daniels tonight for Dinner?”
I reply “Yes, I asked what Kathryn and I should bring but they said nothing just ourselves.”
Helen asks, “I understand she had some news to tell us. You have a clue to what it could be?”
I answer, “No idea could be anything, I know Daniels business has really picked up, and he has been designing everything from businesses, to new homes and doing renovations. Kara has been helping Sylvia as much as she can after school. I know she has been busy as well with school, and the martial arts classes though she does seem distracted, maybe a little depressed.”
Helen says, “You think Daniel and her are having problems already? If he is hurting my daughter so help…”
Cutting Helen off I say, “No I think it is more to do with the fact she is torn over the situation with Cindy, and she is envious of Kathryn.”
Kathryn is startled; her emotions erupt as she says, “Jealous of me, why?”
Addressing Kathryn on what I have observed, “First, everyone has been fawning over you and your pregnancy, petting your belly, rubbing it telling you how special you are. Kara wants that too, she wants to be Cindy’s mother so bad, but as Sylvia improves something she wants too, she sees the situation for what it is.”
Now directing my observations to Helen, “Okay this is going to be hard to say Helen and I mean nothing mean by it, but just events I have observed. I know Kathryn is your baby, and mothers tend to be closer to the youngest. However, your older children especially your daughters still feel a little left out. Especially Kara and Karen, they love Kathryn but they still are a little jealous of the affection you and the Coach lavish on her. I know that might be just their perception and you truly do not love them any less. Occasionally you should try a little harder on giving them affection. I know you can fix the situation, it should be easy enough just tell them how proud you are and how much you love them.”
Helen startled says “Really?”
I reluctantly remind Helen at one time when her daughters received mixed messages, and could easily misunderstood her motivations. I began, “Helen remember the party three years ago, and sure your daughters got wild. Nevertheless, you dressed all them down the same except for Kathryn. I know that was because of our engagement, you saw it differently. However, I am unsure if your daughters realized that. Some people must think that they had all done the same thing; they should receive the same punishment. Maybe you should have explained it better to them then. I know you did try, it is just probably hard to think when you are standing there naked in front of your mother.”
Helen is a little shocked and says, “I was trying to motivate them to stop their wild behavior, to do like Kathryn and find someone special for them.”
Kathryn can sense where I am going, although unhappy about it she allows me to continue without her interrupting. I say, “That might not been the impression they got. They may have thought you favorite Kathryn. They did not realize that you and Michael had already accepted our engagement, and eventual marriage. That when you allowed Kathryn to move in with me, it was not them seen Kathryn as a young woman like I did, they so you letting their little sister move-in with a man.”
Helen realizing that her sisters could easily see Kathryn as the spoiled pampered little sister who always gets her way even if that was not the way she saw it. Helen says, “I had no idea, I really do want what’s best for my daughters, all of them, and I never ever meant to play favorites. How do I fix this?”
I reply, “That is up to you, but I have faith that you can. Talk to them, let them know how you feel it could be that easy.”
Michelle had been listening; although she tried to remain out of sight, I caught her out of the corner of my eye. Finally getting her courage up Michelle walks back in. She stops in front of Kathryn and gives her a hug in whispers into Kathryn’s ear, “I know you love me that is one thing that has made it easier. I was jealous of how Mom treated you. Here you are my baby sister and so young moving in with JJ.”
Tears spring up in Kathryn’s eyes as she looks at Michelle she says, “You know I would never do anything to hurt you. It is just that I have never felt that young.”
Michelle with tears of her own gives Kathryn a smile saying, “I know, and I come to realize that even though you’re younger in years, in some ways you’re my big sister. Mom is right you and JJ are the two most married people ever. You have been since you met, and I do have a right to be a little jealous, who would not be. I am also very, very happy for you.” Michelle and Kathryn wrap each other in a warm hug.
Michelle begins giggling pulling back from Kathryn. Michelle has green eyes, and says, “Look at you, our baby big sister.”
Kathryn begins giggling along; she uses Michelle’s analogy and playfully refers to her, “My big little sister.” They both stick their tongue out at each other as only sisters can tease each other.
Helen comes and hugs the two, looking into Michelle’s eyes she says, “Michelle, I am sorry if you misunderstood what I wanted to do. I love you, and I am so very proud of you. Even when I did mess up you turned out so good.”
Michelle hugging her mother tightly says, “I know Mom, I love you too.”
As the three embrace my phone rings, I wipe a tear away as I answer, “Hello.”
Karen is on the phone and she is nearly frantic as she explains, “JJ, can you get Mom and Dad…” After a deep breath she continues, “It is Kara she is in the hospital… It is really bad… They need to get here.” This is the most upset of ever-heard Karen to be. Karen hung up the phone unable to go into more detail. As I turn to them, Kathryn has gone pale and shaking, I am sure if it were not for the fact that her mother and Michelle had held her she probably would be on the floor.
Looking at them I say, “We need to go NOW. We got to head to the hospital, it is Kara, and Karen was too upset to give me any more details.”
Michelle becomes the strength of the three, now holding both her shaking mother and sister. Mom comes and helps seeing them in distress. She begins them towards the garage, and I get the intercom for the TV room, getting Charles’s attention. I quickly tell him of the situation and they volunteer to watch the girls for us.
I sprint to the garage, and help Michelle with her mother, Kathryn have nearly recovered enough to get into our SUV on her own, but Mom helps her into the back seat with her mother. As the garage door is still coming up I start the car, when I have just enough room for me to make it under I begin pulling out, I am careful of the bicycles, but fortunately there is no children riding on the driveway. The radio still adjusted to the local station, and a news bulletin comes over the air. (Escape convict shoots two local women, one dead, injures another. Police at the scene have regained control of the escape convict, more details when they become available.)
Helen screams, “Not my baby, not my Kara.” Michelle and Kathryn cries beside her mother yet trying to comfort her.
I call Uncle George; his contacts with the police may mean he knows more than anyone else does at this moment. “Uncle George, do you know anything about what happened to Kara? If not maybe, you should come to the hospital too. Karen gave me a call, she said Kara is hurt, she did not give me any other details.”
Uncle George is stunned, “JJ this is the first I have heard, of course I am on the way.”
I call my father-in-law, once he answers I say, “Dad, get to the hospital as fast as you can, Karen is there apparently Kara is hurt. I got Helen, Mom, Kathryn and Michelle with me we are on our way.” Of course, he asked if I knew what was going on, and I had to confess I did not know.
The normal twenty-minute trip took me ten; I had not even realized I was driving that quickly although it seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life so far. Arriving at the emergency room we run in, we waive the nurse away she must think Kathryn is in labor. Spotting Daniel, we run straight to him. Helen wraps him in a hug crying. Poor Cindy caught between the two and squeeze much like Sam was at the airport.
I ask as I work Cindy free, “Daniel what happened?”
Daniel begins, “We were with Cindy and Sylvia at their apartment. We were bring in Cindy’s birthday presents, just having a good time when we heard a crash at the front door. Seems Cindy’s Dad must have made bail or escaped but he broke in carrying a gun. He came in and fired right away. The bastard was aiming right at Cindy; Kara scooped her up in her arms but did not have time to get out of the way. Sylvia dived in front just as he fired. Sylvia caught most of it, which saved Kara and Cindy.
I did the only thing I could do; I grabbed a lamp ripping it out of the wall and threw it into his face. That only stunned him for a moment, I was trying to hit him, but he blocked and countered his right hook felt like a mule kicked me. It knocked me on the ground as I was rolling away. He started reloading is shotgun. Kara sprang at him giving him a kick that sent him backwards, the bastard had to be six foot four inches. Kara kicked him so hard he came off the ground. I grabbed his shotgun and the shells he had pulled from his pocket. I reloaded the shotgun and shoved it under his chin, if he had moved I was going to blow his head off.” Daniel shaking, he looks very pale, he is trying to bring himself back under control so he can continue.
When he is a little more in control, he says, “That is when I had a chance to look around, and Sylvia was dying. She told Cindy that Kara and I were going to be her parents. She loved her, and would always be looking out for her little bit of an Angel. Kara was there beside her, she and Karen were trying to stop the bleeding but it was just too much. Kara was turning white herself. That is when I noticed the bleeding that was coming from her leg. Karen noticed it at the same time, Karen was on the phone with 911, she told the operator that they were two victims, and please hurry. Karen went to work on Kara’s leg. I am sure that saved Kara’s life, it was too late for Sylvia. She died before the ambulance arrived.”
Daniel can no longer control himself and he begins to cry, Helen pushed out of the way as Cindy pushes herself back to his chest. The young girl’s arms go around Daniel and she cries with him. Helen covers Cindy not as tightly this time as she cries with the two.
After a few moments, Daniel pulls himself back and control then continues, “We got here, and they took Kara in, they were given her IV fluids in the ambulance, they began her on blood as soon as they walk through the door.”
Karen comes out she has a bandage on her arm where she gave blood for her sister. Seeing her mother she rushes to her, Helen releases Daniel and Cindy to hold Karen.
Uncle George arise shortly before Michael senior, they both look scared to death as they run to us, they both ask, “What happened?”
Daniel tells his painful story again. Fortunately, by the time he finishes a doctor emerges with an update. The doctor begins, “Kara went through surgery fine, we got to her in time and she will make a full recovery in a few weeks. She will need some physical therapy to deal with the leg wound. She is remarkably healthy, that is probably one of the things to help save her. But how in the hell did she end up with a dime in her femur.”
Daniel asks, “Doctor about the baby, did she lose it?”
The family simultaneously ask, “Baby?”
The doctor has a reassuring smile and says, “Babies, your wife will have twins. It is too early to tell what sex they are, but they came through fine too.” He leaves us alone to attend to his duties.
Daniel pulled into a bear hug by the Coach, who has tears of relief and joy streaming down his face like everyone else in the family. The Coach slaps Daniel on the back and says, “That is my son-in-law.”
Daniel once free says, “We were going to announce to the family tonight that she was expecting she is so happy.”
Karen, Kathryn and Helen take Cindy to the bathroom, I am not sure if Cindy realizes how much blood is on her.
Kathryn gives me a nudge by our bond she reminds me of the will Sylvia with my help had written. Fortunately, the will was signed and notarized earlier last week, and executable nearly immediately because I am the executor to it. I pull Daniel over to the side and say to him, “Sylvia was not lying to Cindy, you and Kara are her guardians. A will names you as such.”
Daniel looking into my face asks, “How do you know JJ?”
I inform Daniel, “Daniel, Sylvia had me help her with it. It was just in case she did not survive. However, it is still a valid will, and I am the executor to the will. We need to tell Cindy, Kara and you are who Sylvia wanted to raise Cindy if she could not.”
A tearful Cindy can no longer stay away from Daniel, and comes tugging on him needing held and comforted. Daniel takes her into his arms holding her, Cindy cries softly against his chest. Daniel says, “I know Cindy, it really hurts. I am going to miss your Mom too. She is my hero, what she did saved you and Kara, for that I will always be grateful.”
Cindy through her tears says, “She is my Angel Mommy now. I wish I did not want to be like Sam.”
Daniel does not give her a second before he says, “Cindy what happened in no way is your fault. What you wanted did not cause this. What your mother did was because of her love for you. She protected you, the one thing in the world she loved more than life itself, and you are right what she did made her an Angel.” Cindy gives him a sad smile that does not last long before she goes back to crying against his chest.
At this stage, I know it is best just to let her cry, more tears she sheds now the easier her recovery will be. She is with the parents I guess destiny chose for her. I cannot help but think, this could have been different if we had not saved Sylvia, and then she would not been there today to save Cindy and Kara. Cindy’s father intention was to murder Cindy, no matter where Cindy was he was bound to come for her. Like Daniel, I too will be forever grateful to Sylvia.
I go to Karen giving her a hug and saying to her, “You did great sister. Thank you for being a hero.”
Karen hugs me back and cries on my shoulder for a moment bringing herself under control she looks into my face she asks, “Do you really think I am a hero? All I did was call for the police, and a little first aid.”
Holding her gaze I say, “Yes, you acted in a bad situation, a lesser person could have just lost it. What you did saved Kara. You did your best to save Sylvia but her injuries were just too much for anyone.”
My phone rings it is from home. Charles says, “Sam woke up having a nightmare, she wants to know where you are at.”
I answer, “First tell Sam, Kara is hurt but she and her babies are going to be fine. We are at the hospital now with her. They may let us see her in a little while they just moved her to recovery. We should be home shortly.”
Charles asks, “What happened? Is there anything we can do for her?”
I relate Daniel story to Charles, then what the doctor had informed us. I ask, “The doctor mentioned Kara had a dime in her femur, how could that happen?”
Charles says, “That bastard reloaded the shotgun shells with dimes. He definitely wanted to kill somebody. They do a lot more damage than normal shot.”
A nurse comes out and announces, “The doctor is going to allow two family members to see Kara at a time. She still little druggie from the medications, but she will recover quickly.”
Helen says, “Cindy we need to get you some clean clothes before you get to see her, with all that blood on you. You will scare her to death.”
The nurse says, “Daniel we can give you some scrubs, but we do not have anything to fit Cindy.” Most of the blood that is on Daniel came from Cindy’s clothing. Although uninjured Cindy did hold to her mother for a long time after she had passed.
Kathryn and I, asks Cindy, “Cindy you can come back with us and have a shower then will bring you right back, so you can see Kara.”
Cindy says, “I do not want to leave Daddy Daniel.”
Daniel says, “Cindy, it will be okay. I will be right here, and you can come back when you are clean. No one in our family will lie to you Cindy, your Aunt Kathryn and Uncle JJ will bring you right back.”
Cindy gives a sniffle, “Can Sam come back with me I need to talk with her.”
I tell Cindy, “I do not think I could keep Sam away, she loves Kara too. I am sure Sam loves you too, and she would do anything for you.” Cindy gives a shake of her head and I open my arms as she reluctantly leaves Daniel’s embrace. Kathryn and I take her back home, Kathryn pull Cindy into her bedroom, and I go change my shirt.
In the family room, I find my daughters with Charles, Jane, and the rest of my adoptive family. I begin, “The good news is that Kara will be fine. Unfortunately, she was injured. Sadly, we lost Sylvia. Sylvia gave her life to protect Kara and Cindy. Once we all get through this everybody’s going to be fine, Cindy will be going to Daniel and Kara, once Kara is back on her feet.”
Sam and Crystal come to me; I pull the two sad little girls into my arms. Sam asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
Crystal says, “Me too Daddy, I want to help.”
I say to them, “Cindy is grieving, let her know that it is okay. She did not do anything wrong, and we love her.”
Jane, Reese and Misty inform me that they will be going back with me. They need to bring Kara new clothes, and help with anything they can. Charles, Ron, and Marshall volunteer to drive for us, and they will run any errant needed.
Alyssa, Joan, Johnny, Jim and MC will remain here, Alyssa along with Charles and Jane will coordinate everyone, Joan, Johnny and Jim will also watch the children, Alyssa and Misty will prepare meals along with coordinate any additional support needed.
I smile realizing that my adoptive family is pulling together to do whatever they can to see that Kara is made comfortable, protected and that everyone has the time and ability to help. No one person will be responsible for everything, and everything will be coordinated to give Daniel, Kara and Cindy time to heal.
Charles catches me saying, “JJ, I just found out, that it was Cindy’s father who attacked them. The kick that Kara used was a little more powerful than what you believed. He is dead. The DA is investigating the possibility that she intended to kill him. That she had the means, and knowledge not to use deadly force to subdue him.”
Shaking my head I say, “That man is a fool, this was easily a case of self-defense. She just did as I had instructed her several times in a situation like that you cannot hold back. When facing the adversary bent on the death of another or yourself, you cannot take the chance of not using all your strength.”
Charles says, “I agree with you, it is only when you try to be gentle with your adversary that you are vulnerable.”
I state, “When someone is trying to kill you, vulnerable is the last thing you want to be.”
Charles replies, “I totally understand Kara’s actions, even if she tried only to knock him out, the amount of adrenaline that must have been surging to her system was probably higher than any time in her life. It is no wonder that kick killed him.”
That should make an adequate defense. She was more frightened than any time in her life, she was holding Cindy in her arms when the shotgun fired, and Cindy was the intended target. Her mother jumped between Cindy and her Ex-husband with perfect timing.
I tell Charles, “That would be true, the only time anything occurred like that was when the bear attacked, she was brave enough to come back for Michelle, and what I thought was Michelle trying to get back to her feet was Kara pulling her up. I know at that time also when I kicked the bear, I had no idea I was going to kick it that hard. The amount adrenaline in my system easily doubled my strength.”
Charles adds, “I have seen men do things nearly what you would call super human during times of great stress. I saw men react so quickly your eyes could not follow what they did, I saw one man do what three men should not been able to do. Adrenaline is amazing. It can make you so strong and so fast for a few minutes.”
I say, “It is not something that Kara deals with often, fortunately. Kara would have no idea what adrenaline would do in her system, she had not even started training with me until her sophomore year, three and half years ago. Although she is very skilled, she lacks any practical experience using her martial arts, we do not use barriers for the class to break. For safety reasons no one spars at full strength, even though skilled Kara truly had no idea of how much damage she would do.”
Charles states, “That would be your second line of your defense, if that stupid DA presses charges.”
Asking Charles’s advice feels natural and I know the man has a lot to teach me. I ask, “You think I should get a lawyer to start coordinating a defense for Kara?”
Charles is reflective before he says, “The DA may take that as a sign of guilt or a challenge. As I understand it there is not a lot of work for him in this county.”
Ms. Clark clears her throat, “I am sorry to interrupt you JJ, I am not here as a social worker right now. Is there anything I can do for Cindy or Kara?”
Thinking of how Crystal reacted, I asked Ms. Clark, “Sylvia had a will written, it named me the executor and transfers custody to Kara and Daniel. I know you are not here as a social worker, but as our friend. Could you help me explain that to Cindy? I do not want her to be fearful of her future.”
Ms. Clark smiles, “I have noticed how they react to each other, and I think Sylvia had chosen wisely.”
Smiling my agreement I say, “I do love Cindy, and wish what is best for her. Daniel and Kara seemed to fit her. The best part is I get to still be her uncle.”
Kathryn comes in with Cindy, fresh and clean from her shower, seeing Ms. Clark she nearly panics but Kathryn says reassuringly, “Miss Clark is not here as a social worker, she is here to find out if there is anything she can do to help you.”
Cindy is still somewhat hesitant as she comes forward, I say, “Cindy there is a few things that Ms. Clark and I need to discuss with you. Do not worry nothing is going to change overnight. You have a say when and how it changes.”
Kathryn brings Cindy to the couch, and I sat beside Cindy holding her hand, Kathryn holds to her other hand. Ms. Clark sets opposite us, looking at Cindy and seeing how fearful she is Ms. Clark says, “First Cindy, I believe no one will take you away from this family. I would not recommend it, and I believe none of my coworkers would also. So you do not need to worry about that, although you may see me a little more often in the near future, it is not to take you away.” Cindy relaxes, and her whole body stop shaking.
I tell Cindy, “They will be some changes, but you will tell me when you are ready for them.” Seeing the look of curiosity on her face I ask, “Cindy do you know what a will is?”
Cindy’s eyes go wide thinking that the lack of that knowledge may affect her future now fearful again. She shakes her head no. I smile to reassure her and say, “Cindy a will is not a bad thing, and it is what we write when we want others to know what we want carried out if we die. Your mother had one written, she put me in charge of making sure what she wanted would occur. When you are ready and Kara is back on her feet, you can live with Daniel and Kara. Your mother knew that Daniel and Kara loved you. She thought it would be best for them to be your new Mom and Dad. She knew she was sick and there was a possibility that she did not survive, that is why she wrote the will. Because your mother loves you, she wanted to see you happy. Nothing you did caused this, it is just that bad things happen that is why we write wills.”
Cindy asks fearfully, “Are you sure uncle JJ? Before Mommy got out of jail, I did not want her back. I did not want anyone to be my Mommy and Daddy but Kara and Daniel.”
Answering Cindy’s fearful question I say, “I am certain, you did not know how much your mother had changed. I do not blame you for not wanting her back if she had not changed. Your mother was able to show you her true self, not what the drugs made her. She proved she loves you more than her life itself, she knew if you survived you would be with parents and family who love you.”
Cindy again tearful says, “I was just getting my Mommy back, when that bastard took her away. Mommy told me he was not even my real Daddy. Uncle JJ, why did he have to do that? Mama Kara and Angel Mommy was both hurt, when Mama Kara grabbed me I heard her saying “Oh God no.” I know she was trying to jump out of the way, but there was no time. She jumped just as I heard the boom, I felt something heavy bump into us and push us backwards. That was my Mommy just before she became an Angel.”
I answer Cindy truthfully, “I do not know why he would do something like that. I do not understand people who allow hatred to destroy their own life. What he did, no one else could control. You did not cause him to do what he did.”
Ms. Clark says, “Cindy your uncle is right, no one can control what someone will do because of anger or hatred. What he did, he had decided to do. Your Mom decided to protect you. Sylvia used the only thing she had to do that.” Miss Clark begins crying and through her tears she says, “Sylvia proved she was a good mother, she proved she loved you.”
Cindy through tears she says, “I knew Mommy loved me, she never had to prove it. I knew she loved me when she got off the drugs, when she used the drugs she loved them and could not love me.”
Doing my best I still cannot hold tears back. I tell Cindy, “That is what love can do for you Cindy. It can make you stronger when you need it. Love for you is what brought her back to us. She almost died a month ago, her love pull her through that. She wanted to show you who she really was. Not the woman on drugs, she wanted to be your mother to make up for what was lost.”
Cindy is trying to wipe the tears away that seemed only to come faster. Through those tears she says, “I know what I lost now, that is what makes it hurt so bad.” She comes into my lap and puts her head on my shoulder, Kathryn and I do what we can to comfort her.
After a few more moments Cindy asks, “Uncle JJ can we go back now? I want to see Moma.”
Ms. Clark says, “I can come, I am a grief counselor. I know Cindy is grieving and that is good, Daniel and Kara will need to grieve for their friend. They will need some counseling; they may have what is called survivor’s guilt.”
Charles from the doorway says, “I will drive you. That way you can be in the back seat with Sam and Cindy.”
Through my tears, I can barely make him out, and Kathryn is worse. Charles driving would definitely be a good idea. Ms. Clark says, “I will follow you Charles.”
Twenty-five minutes later, we pull into the hospital parking lot. Charles drops us off by the door, saying he will be in shortly. Jane had driven Misty, Joan and Reese. Reese had sent Ron out for things like tissues, a soft blanket and a dozen other items. I think it was just to keep him busy.
Reese says, “I love him, but sometimes Ron is a bull in a china shop. I just did not want him upsetting Kara tonight. When he found out about the DA wanting to investigate, he said he is going to shove his prosthetic foot up the DA’s ass and leave it there.”
I cannot help but chuckle at the mental image that invoked, Sam and Crystal both have their hands over their mouths trying to hold back their giggles. Giggling Cindy says, “That is really funny Aunt Reese.”
Reese scoops Cindy up into her arms, she smiles at Cindy and says, “Cindy, we love you and that makes us family just as much as blood.”
I smile and hug the two, then we head on into the waiting room. Once inside, I noticed Daniel and Helen is not there, the Coach catches us. Pulling us over to one side, he says, “We are letting Daniel stay with Kara, and were taking turns replacing the other person. Helen just went back in, were going to let Cindy go next. Cindy you can stay as long as you want.”
Cindy says, “I did not get to speak to Sam yet.”
The Coach looking at Cindy says, “Cindy you can call me grandpa from now on. You have a few more minutes to speak to Sam.”
Cindy and Sam with Crystal tagging along goes to a corner still in sight, the two are talking quietly as Crystal shakes her head. I am not sure what Cindy asked Sam, but both girls began to hug her immediately. Sam says quietly but I still managed over hear, “Cindy you did not do anything wrong.” The three girls hold onto each other and I can tell that all three are crying.
Ms. Clark puts a hand on my shoulder keeping me from going to the girls. Ms. Clark says, “Sometimes they need peers support more than parental support. Give them a little while.”
I follow Mrs. Clark’s counsel and give the girls time. I guess Cindy had asked Sam the same question she asked me earlier. Cindy knew Sam lived through something similar. I guess that is why she wanted her advice.
I almost regret having Cindy’s birthday party, I would hate for this happened on her birthday. I am afraid, that might affect Cindy’s future. Every year Cindy would dread her birthday, it bringing up the bad memories. I hope that we can separate the two events in her mind. I know I will try to separate Crystal’s memories of Christmas from those of her parents’ death. It would be terrible to associate events that are supposed to be happy and cheerful with tragic events.
There is a commotion at the front desk that draws my attention. That ass of the District Attorney, along with what seems to be every reporter from this end of the state is there. The District Attorney is demanding to see Kara. He got my attention, also the attention of the Coach and Uncle George.
Kara’s Doctor steps forward he says, “Mrs. Akins is in no condition to be questioned by the District Attorney at this moment. When she arrived here, she was in critical condition. She underwent surgery to remove a foreign object from her leg that severed her artery. The young woman is extremely lucky that she received first aid nearly immediately after her gunshot wound.”
Surprisingly that seems to change the attitude of the press, and they began asking him questions immediately. He had limited the information that they received an effort to slant public opinion against Kara. The press realize this quickly, and like everyone else, the press does not like being a tool.
Uncle George had been making phone calls, his gotten a hold of the sheriff earlier this evening. He wanted to know the circumstances of the escape. What he now knows, when Sylvia’s ex-husband made his escape he was in custody of the District Attorney. Uncle George strolls into the media frenzy, taps the deputy on the shoulder. The deputy immediately turns and says, “May I help you your honor.”
Uncle George looking at him says, “Could you please arrest the District Attorney. I believe he may have actually assisted in the fugitive’s escape.”
Many of the reporters are actually red-faced, not accustomed to anger generated by the misuse of the media. Their shock does not last long as they begin firing questions at both the District Attorney and Uncle George. The deputy makes a call on his radio that remains unanswered by the sheriff.
Two FBI agents stroll into the hospital. The District Attorney is shocked as they display their badges. When they place him in handcuffs, the press begins firing more questions. Anger flashes on the District Attorney’s face as the two FBI agents escort him out of the hospital.
Uncle George explained what he could. “What the District Attorney is unaware of that I had surveillance placed in his office. The FBI placed the surveillance, after several cases were lost because of errors done by the District Attorney’s Office. Several drug dealers are dismiss because of procedural mishandling by the District Attorney. I suspected he mishandled these cases purposely either because of blackmail or pay off.” He did not know what was on the tapes for the day, and he would not be able to tell me if he did.
Sylvia’s ex-husband charged with intent to distribute of a controlled substance, making him a drug dealer by trade. That explains several things about Sylvia. Her ex-husband had gotten her addicted to drugs, using them as a method of controlling her. Perhaps Sylvia knew too much about his business, possibly even a connection between the District Attorney and her ex-husband. I am sure the FBI will get to the root of the situation.
I hope that the new District Attorney, will see that Kara’s actions were self-defense. Although the law does differ on the use of deadly force, it is a technicality the previous District Attorney was going to use to defer interest away from himself.
I mean that if Kara had a handgun and shot him, what would be the difference. You shoot the perpetrator to make them stop. Most people taught to aim center of mass. Kara did that with a single kick, the kick that I instructed on its use. That kick normally will not kill someone. Some other contributing factor must be involved.
I get to see Kara, shortly before the end of visitation. Daniel and Cindy had been in with her, and then both leave. Kathryn and I get to see Kara then. Kathryn runs in the door, Kara gives her sister a smile, a very sad smile from her hospital bed. Kara’s eyes are red and puffy. Kathryn steps up to the bed unsure of what to do, I know she wants to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with Kara.
Through our bond I warn, be careful of her leg. Kathryn says, “Like I would forget.”
Kara is a little confused looking at the two of us she says, “Your kids are going to hate the fact that you too can communicate telepathically. Remember how many times we got Dad to let us do something.”
Kathryn smiles at her sister saying, “That was you and Karen, they learn better by the time I tried it.”
Kara pointed out, “All you had to do was pout and Daddy gave you everything you wanted.”
With love in her eyes Kathryn says, “And do not forget half the time it was the stuff you sent me after.”
Kara giggles little and says, “Well I was only the baby for year, then Karen for two, by that time I already figured out Mom and Dad doted on the baby. You cannot blame a girl for using it.”
Kathryn says, “I never minded, getting stuff for you. Speaking of which is there anything I can get for you?”
Kara asks, “JJ, Kathryn is it true, am I going to be Cindy’s mother?”
I tell my sister-in-law, “That depends on two things, is that something you want and is that something Cindy wants. I have it in my power to make you her guardian. That is what Sylvia wanted. I am in charge of making sure Sylvia’s wishes become reality. To become her mother you will still have to adopt her.”
Kara closes her eyes, through her tears she says, “I never wanted Sylvia to lose her life. I do love Cindy. I did not want to become her mother like this.”
Not wanting to see my sister-in-law in the state of mental anguish I tell her, “It took both you and Sylvia to save Cindy do not forget that. Kara, you did not do anything wrong. Loving Cindy is not wrong. Sylvia knew that you and Daniel both love Cindy that is why Sylvia had me help her with a will. No one expected that her ex-husband would escape. You prove you are worthy of being Cindy’s mother, Sylvia knew that when she protected Cindy and you. Sylvia was your friend too, a true friend just like you were to her. Do not stop loving Cindy because you feel guilty about still being alive and Sylvia is not. Give her daughter a good life. Sylvia wanted that for you and Cindy.”
Looking at Kara I could tell my words hit home. I also know there is still more I can say so I continue, “If it was not for us Sylvia would have died a month ago. She never would have the opportunity to show her daughter her true self. You afforded her that. The state was not going to release her without the medical care that you provided. You gave her the chance to say goodbye to the daughter you share. I know she is grateful for that. She knew that still was a chance she would not survive her medical problems, she made her life count for something. Do not throw that away. You have a guardian angel now in Sylvia, she was too weak to move like she did if not.”
Kara shakes her head yes, but my words did not stop her tears. Kara through her tears she says, “I know I am just going to miss my friend. Sylvia is so much like Cindy. I could not help but fall in love with her like my sister. It feels like I lost a sister, you know what I mean.”
My friends come to mind, Ron and Reese, MC, Charles and Jane, Mitch and every single one of the Edwards, and Thurgoods. I would feel the same way if I lost any of them. Sylvia was in my heart as well, I know I will feel her loss for the rest of my life. I tell my sister, “I know exactly what you mean, I will miss her too.”
Kathryn despite Kara’s injury crawls onto the bed with her, holding her sister she says, “Kara I love you. You scared me to death today. Please do not ever do that to me again. I do not want to be without you.”
Kara says, “I have been hearing that a lot today.”

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The Ticket V

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The Way of the War pt 7

The Way of the War pt 7
Three weeks later my staff and I were at Langley. We were met by Sgt Clancy who saluted, “I see you are an officer again. How long this time.”
I returned the salute and shook his hand , “Good to see you too.” We both laughed.. I introduced my staff and told them if ever they were in need to contact Clancy he had the Colonel’s ear. I looked at him and asked, “you are still attached to Colonel Thomas… aren’t you? “
He nodded and said, ”That is where we are going. Get in please.” We arrived at a Quonset Hut on the edge of the airfield. We got out of the Jeep as the door was opening.
A booming voice, “Get in here I am tired of waiting.” The Colonel backed up so we could enter it is about time you….He spied Erica … what have we here.”
Allow me to introduce to my personal staff. “Ssgt Johan Schmitt, Sgt Donald Marfa and Sgt Erica Dormer. As you will notice the stripes on my two fledgling Sgt s are brand new. Thanks to General Whitcomb he said it was a reward for learning basic English so quickly.” (thank you Dotty).
Oh and Colonel Lincoln I am acting Brigadier General in charge of training. I think you know my Temporary asstiant Lt. Carol Green. I turned just in time to receive an armful of beautiful woman. And a scathing look from Erica.
I introduced Carol to my team they recognized her name and Erica calmed down.
Colonel Thomas said we would be going back to school. We would be learning Japanese and Tagalog. It was planned to drop us in to Zambalas in the Philippines. My team would also be learning self defense.
Carol had also married over the past two years and had a little girl 6 months old. Her and her Husband was being transferred to Hawaii next week. While we were training she would be setting up our conduit with Dotty. Louise was being transferred to California they didn’t want to strain the conduit.
Dotty was being strained teaching languages she had never seen before. The speaking was fairly easy… but to convey the written language was rough. She told me she had two Japanese and two Filipino assistants.
Erica picked up the languages quicker than the others. Even with Dotty imprinting to their brains she was still faster. I think the only reason I was learning fast was I was used too it.
Radio training seemed to flow quicker into Johan’ s mind then the rest of us. Medical training was Donald’s forte. They all took to the martial arts training. Johan said he understood now why I had not been worried by his size. This was after I had put him down for the fourth time.
In May of 1943 things were beginning to heat up in the Pacific and the plan was to drop my team into the Philippines to join up with the guerrillas and to pass information back to the states. On the 16th we boarded the Catalina PBY, as the crewman was closing up the hatch a jeep honked and pulled up to the pier. He passed some papers to the crewman.
The crewman closed the hatch and took the papers to the pilot. Once we were airborne the pilot turned the controls over to the co-pilot. “Colonel new orders you need to break out one your cameras. The new orders has us flying over Marcus Island … seems they want a few pictures HQ thinks they are being resupplied by Submarine.”
Erica had hers handy she put film in and put on the lenses she thought she would need. Now it was just time to wait. Eight hours later they were descending so Erica could take the pictures.
Suddenly the plane started shaking, We were taking ground fire the pilot pulled on the stick to began a climb. The plane moved right in to the path of bursting flak. The windshield burst, the glass hitting the pilot and the co-pilot in the neck and face. A crewman ran to me “Colonel the pilot and co pilot are down.”
I got to the flight deck just as the navigator was pulling out the Co-pilot. I slipped in to the pilots seat and took the wheel from the radio operator who had kept us straight. I looked down at the compass… I knew we were in trouble … the compass was broken.
With the windshield smashed we had to lower our height and speed all I could think to do was keep going straight till the navigator could take some sights and tell me where we were. A crewman tells me we are losing fuel. I tell him to get the life rafts ready I am going to set her down.
The navigator had an estimate of our position he had seen an Island to our port side and his best guess by the course we had been on before the Flak. He thinks the Island he saw was Japanese held Iwo Jima. And our only hope was if we could get as far away as possible. I tried to keep flying just skimming the wave tops.
As it turns out the navigator was wrong … way wrong . Darkness was quickly approaching and we could see the outline of a large Island and a smaller one. The Navigator says, “Oh My God if this is the Bonin Islands then that is ChiChi Jima to port and that is Ototo Jima. On the other side we are headed to the Japanese home islands.”
“ Get every body and all the gear together. Make sure you bring the charts of this area. I sat the plane down and edged into a small island to the far north. From the chart I would guess that it was Mago-Shima It appeared to be uninhabited. We were able to pull the flying boat all the way up on to the Island and as far into the trees as we could go. Then we brushed the sand so as not to give us away.
We had machetes on board they had become standard equipment on the PBY’ s. We cut palm fronds to cover the PBY . We spent the night in the plane about 0300 the watch heard a boat engine and woke me up. I looked thru the binoculars at the Japanese patrol boat. I could see the sweep of its twin spotlights one one either side of the boat. To the land side the spotlight passed right over us… no change of the engine noise. After awhile it passed around to the other side of the Island then was gone.
I made my report to the girls, They were going to mount a immediate rescue. I told her to wait I wanted to look around.Dotty told me not to be stupid there were over 5000 Japanese troops on ChiChi Jima. I said yes but there are no permanent troops on Ototo Shima so I can traverse it without to much problem. Then I can plan what to do next. Next was to bury the pilot and co pilot who had died during the night.
That night I took Donald with me and we made our way end of Ototo Shima. The small strait between Ototo Shima and Ani Shima is shallow and can be waded. From the tip of Ototo Shima to the southern tip of Ani Shima is just under 4.5 miles or 7 Klicks, between Ani Shima and ChiChi Jima the strait is less than a half mile, half of which is wade able. The Japanese are being nice and has marked the deeper parts with buoys.
We swam across once we set foot on ChiChi Jima the danger tripled. Their were many Guards walking Post and constant Patrols back and forth. Suddenly the siren went off announcing an air raid. The chaos was amazing from calm to frantic in an instant. Under the cover of darkness and and the sheer panic of the Japanese soldiers we were able to make it all the way to the Sea plane dock. I looked around then we got the hell out of there before one of the bombs landed on us by mistake.
We had to wait for the patrol boat to pass through the straits. Once it was past we swam across, it was still in sight but their focus was ahead and skyward. They had turned off their spotlights while the air raid was going on. I had an idea… it was time to get back to the plane.
The others were worried because of the air raid. There was no reason to worry the Bombers were trying to knock out the radio towers a top Sakajura. While we had been on their base I had noticed a large sea plane with enough room for all of us, I had read about them. A Kawnish H8K2 Allies code name Emily.
In 1942 Two H8K2s Flew from Japan met with a submarine and refueled, the plan was to bomb Pearl Harbor a second time but because of low visibility the attack was canceled.
The Emily was quite a toy… it had 5 x 20mm guns mounted , 1 each, in the Bow, Dorsal, Tail Turret and port and starboard Waist blisters. After that it carried 5 x 7.7 mm in the fuselage hatches. Had my mouth watering.
Dotty and I had a pissing contest when I told her what I had planned. She finally gave in and would notify me when it was approved. I talked to my crew and explained what was going to take place. While Donald and I was gone they were to get one of the Life rafts and load it with all our gear in it.
Once the sirens began blaring they were to drag the raft to the waters edge then lay low.
Donald and I had made our way to the edge of the jungle. We watched the guards… finally one walked just close enough. I stepped out and grabbed his chin and the top of his head one twist and his neck snapped. We pulled the body behind some pallets and stripped the body. Donald undressed and redressed in the guards clothes. I took his clothes and put them in the pack I was carrying.
The Flight engineer had shown me the pack on the pby that contained C-2 Which was an improvement over RDX and detonators and trigger switches. The idea was for Donald to work his way around to the Wooden Control tower. He would place charges on two legs of the tower then walk back around to Sea plane dock. We had already chosen the ‘Emily’ we wanted.
As soon as the siren began to sound off we would make our way to our Plane. The pallets we were hiding behind had Gasoline and parts so we added a couple of bricks of C-2. The Sirens started I began making my way to the Sea Plane, Donald met me there. We climbed aboard I started the engines.
I blew the charges on the tower and began to take off the bombers were making their run at the radio towers. Two light bombers came right down the harbor. They ignored us. While we were taxiing Donald set off other charges. He blew the pallets and two sea planes. As we went over the mountain Donald started speaking in the radio in Japanese. Saying we were hit and going down.
We scooted up the coast to Mago Shima where I sat the plane down and and moved as close to the life raft as I could. We loaded everything aboard and took to the air. I again skimmed the wave tops … “Dotty we are on the way.”
Carol and Louise sends their love and they still don’t know how you pulled it off. You are to set down 300 miles south west of Iwo Jima. You will be met by a Catalina … your team will off load to the Catalina and they are carrying a pilot and Co pilot to take the Emily to Australia..
A little over three hours later we set down in calm almost still waters. Ten minutes later the Catalina set down and taxi up near us and open their hatch and out came their rubber raft with two seamen rowing and two officers sitting in back.
We exchanged positions when all of my team and our gear was on board the Catalina. We began to move I looked around to my team and smiled “ I think I am going to miss ‘Emily’. We are back on schedule. Tonight they will drop us on a low altitude jump there will be three red lights in a triangle. Inside the triangle is where you need to land.”
We landed on a small island still in allied hands there we spent the day resting and preparing ourselves for a long stay. We loaded the plane ready to make our jump, the plane takes off we load our packs and don our parachutes, step to the door … and away we go…

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The Ten of Them: chapter 11

The Ten of Them: chapter 11
Dawn’s early morning light fills our room, I awake to a totally different life today, yesterday it was just Kathryn and I. It’s still too early to know for sure if she’s pregnant but I believe so. We rushed the process of becoming parents by taking in Sam. Just after a few hours, not a full day yet, and I can’t see my life without Sam in it. Kathryn and I both fell in love with the young girl the second she asks if Kathryn could be her Mommy. Kathryn sleeping is in her usual spot, cuddled next to me her head resting on my shoulder. The one thing different is Sam went to sleep on my other shoulder and now I wake to find her on my chest. Sam in the night moved near enough to cuddle to Kathryn.
I know I’m trying to deal with the death of Nicole. To me she was just a person who used my home in a disrespectful manner. A thief and a prostitute who trespassed in my home, but she’s so much more now, she was Sam’s aunt. I’ll see that she has a proper funeral. Lester her boyfriend, stole the remainder of her life in any opportunity to correct the wrongs she had done.
In a way Nicole’s death did benefit me, as Sam’s last living relative it cleared away any obstacle to adopting Sam. I know I’ve already fallen in love with Sam being our daughter. She seems to be a little Angel, bright and intelligent, loving and friendly. She won the hearts of our family so quickly with her innocent charm. I feel so lucky to have her in my life, our lives. I also feel guilty because Nicole’s death, something that should never had occurred benefits me so greatly.
When they chose to come here, I knew they had no idea the changes that were going to follow. That their actions would lead to one of their deaths, and the other facing justice. That It would place Sam into our lives. If you believe it wasn’t just coincidence, then why wasn’t Sam part of our premonition? Were the actions of Lester and Nicole under their free will, or something bigger pushing them to this end? I have no idea how or why, and frankly I don’t have the desire to spend the time to find out. I’m just going to enjoy the result that places this Angel in my life, now currently sleeping on my chest.
Kathryn begins to stir; the room has brightened quite a lot in the few minutes since I have awakened. Kathryn really doesn’t move but I feel her smile and realize she’s looking into the face of our daughter. My hand gently strokes Kathryn’s back and I feel her move to look at my face I turned to Kathryn with a bright smile I whisper, “Good morning my Love.”
Kathryn moves to kiss me. As we kiss Sam takes a deep breath and I feel her raise her head and we hear her giggles. We break our kiss to turn to our daughter who is now seating on my stomach. Kathryn and I say, “Good morning our Princess Sam.”
Sam throws her arms around Kathryn’s neck and begins kissing her cheeks saying, “Good morning Mommy. I love you.”
With tears of joy Kathryn returns Sam’s kisses and many more. Kathryn says, “I love you too Sam.”
I feel Kathryn’s and Sam’s joy, share it with them. Before I realize it I share Kathryn’s tears of joy. Sam seeing our tears and don’t realize they’re from joy asks, “Did I do something wrong?”
Kathryn laughs and pulls her into a tight hug and says, “No my beautiful little Sam you just made Daddy and Mommy very, very happy.”
Sam with a giggle says, “Oh.” She hugs Kathryn back.
I can’t really set up because where Sam is sitting on me. So, I watch the two loves in my life hug each other. I finally say, “Oh where is Dad’s, don’t I get any hugs?”
Giggling Sam says, “Right after we get back daddy. Mommy I got to go.” She gets up off me, and begins to pull Kathryn up. Kathryn gets up and takes Sam into her arms and begins walking back towards the bathroom.
In a few minutes Mom shows up with Sam’s medicine. Mom asks, “Sam up already?”
I simply reply, “Bathroom.”
Sam comes out in the hall just before Kathryn and seeing her grandma she runs to her shouting, “Grandma Maggie.”
Mom wraps Sam in a hug and kisses Sam on the cheek she says, “Good morning Princess Sam. How did you sleep last night?”
Sam begins with a giggle and says, “Daddy’s shoulder is a little hard so I climbed on to his chest. Mommy was asleep and she still kissed me.” Sam is all giggles now, as my Mom begins to kiss her on her face.
Kathryn comes out of the restroom and gives Sam and my Mom a hug. This is my cue to get up and use the bathroom. I give the three a quick kiss on my way to the bathroom and I explain to Sam, “Daddy got to go too.”
Sam giggles and says, “Hurry back Daddy.”
Kathryn says, “Shave first honey.”
When I come out of the bathroom I find Kathryn and Sam in bathing suits, Sam wears a pretty blue one piece suit and Kathryn is in her normal bikini. Sam runs to me jumping into my arms and says, “Grandma Helen came by with my new bathing suit.”
With a laugh I say, “Looks like we’re not the only ones going to spoil you.”
Sam giggles and says, “Mommy said that too.” Kathryn shakes her head yes confirming what Sam said.
Sam says, “Daddy get you’re swimming trunks on so you can teach me to swim, please.”
After giving Sam a few kisses that cause her to giggle I say, “Since you asked so nicely, how can I refuse my Princess Sam?”
Sam has a questioning look on her face, so I explain, “There’s no way I’m going to tell you no. Any time you ask nicely Sam, I will do about anything for you.” I walk into the closet with my swimming trunks and quickly change into them. Walking out Sam is there with her arms outstretched so I take her into my arms and give her a few kisses.
Kathryn giggles and asks, “Should I be jealous?”
Sam giggles and says, “Daddy you should kiss Mommy so she will not be jealous.”
I walk over to Kathryn, who stands there with her hands on her hips looking angry except for her eyes are green and playful. If she was really angry her eyes would not be green. I’ve only seen her eyes once when she was angry and I hadn’t realized yet how they shift colors with her emotions. Her eyes are Hazel but they shift through green to blue to a brownish gray. They were more of a brownish gray color then.
When I am just a few feet away from Kathryn, I give Sam a kiss on the forehead and set her down. I quickly wrapped my arms around Kathryn and pull her tightly to me. I turn us like in the tango sweeping Kathryn off her feet I now hold her in my arms as she looks up at me. I begin a long passionate kiss as Sam giggles.
Kathryn and I finally break the kiss as Sam giggles stop. I turned Kathryn back and put her on her feet. Together Kathryn and I pick up Sam, and then walk over to the elevator to head to the pool. As the doors open to the elevator and we step into the family room, Helen is there to greet us. Sam immediately reaches for her Grandma Helen. I pass Helen her new Grandchild. Sam says happily, “Thinks for the bathing suit Grandma Helen.”
Of course Helen is dressed for swimming as well, she says, “I wanted to see your first swimming lesson with your daddy.”
I laughed and say, “Her first lesson is to learn how to float.”
Sam gets a disappointed look on her face and asks, “You mean I’m not going to learn to swim today?”
I tell Sam, “Sam it’s important to learn how to float, if you ever fall into the water you may not be able to swim but if you know how to float you won’t drown. We’ll learn how to swim a little today after you have learned to float.”
A little confused and disappointed but she shrugged her shoulders and says, “Okay Daddy.”
I playfully run my hands over Sam’s neck caused her to giggle after a second or two Sam tries to push my hands away. I say, “No gills so you’re not a mermaid. You got to breathe air.”
Giggling Sam says, “Yes Daddy. I’m not a fish.” Sam is a smart child. She now gets the importance of learning to float. With a giggle she says, “As long as I can float I can breathe.”
I say, “That’s right Sam. Even if you are too tired to swim any further as long as you can float, you can rest until you can go on.”
Sam points out, “But Daddy we’re in the pool, it’s not that big, and if I get tired I’ll just get out.”
Then I point something else out to Sam, “Sam I’m not just teaching you how to swim in the pool. I’m teaching you how to swim anywhere you are. In a lake or the ocean, and they really are that big, that you can’t swim all the way across them. But people learn how to swim for miles and miles and to do that you have to stop and float a little once in a while. Some people even learn how to swim all the way across the English Channel it’s twenty-one miles wide.”
Kathryn says, “It is Sam, that’s further them down the river and then all the way across the Lake to the marina in town. I got a boat there. Tomorrow you can have a boat ride when we bring it back.”
Sam says, “Wow that is a long way. Daddy what is a mile?”
Kathryn giggles and says, “Sam, that is twenty-six times from one end of the pool and back. Your Daddy and I swim that almost every day during the summer.”
Sam giggles and asks, “After I know how, can I swim with you?”
I tickle Sam’s belly through her swimsuit and say, “You can, but when you get tired you float and if you are too tired you get out for a while. It may take a long time to learn to swim that far, me and your Mommy didn’t go that far at first too.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “That’s right sweetie it took us a few months to learn how to go that far. We could already run for four or five miles.”
Sam asks, “Mommy why you and Daddy run so far? Does somebody chase you?”
Kathryn giggles and says, “Your Daddy is the only one brave enough to chase me. Everybody around here knows better than to mess with him. He’s kind and gentle but just as tough if he needs to be.”
Sam comes back into my arms and she looks into my eyes she says, “Mommy I don’t see any mean in Daddy.”
Kathryn says, “You won’t see any in him because he’s not mean. That doesn’t make him weak. He’s stronger than any other man I know.”
Sam’s Grandpa Michael says, “That’s right Sam, as long as you are with your Daddy nobody is going to hurt you.”
The giggling Sam asks, “Is Daddy tougher than you too Grandpa?”
I chuckle and say, “You’re Grandpa never has to worry about being tougher than me. I’ll never hurt him, because I love your Grandpa.”
The coach chuckles and says, “I love you too JJ. I’m glad I’ll never have to find out.”
Sam thinks for a second then giggles saying, “Me too Grandpa.”
Michelle giggles, “Your Daddy is tougher than that big old black bear that wanted to eat me.”
Sam with big eyes asks, “Really Aunt Michelle?”
I chuckle and say, “We can tell her the story later. If we keep talking I’ll never get the chance the teacher to swim.”
Sam giggles and says, “I want to hear the story, but I want to learn to swim now.” With that I take Kathryn by the hand and carrying Sam into the solarium we walked to the shallow end of the pool and I walk down the steps in with Sam in my arms and Kathryn in tow.
Once I’m in the water up past my naval and Sam’s feet and legs are beginning to get wet. Sam giggles and starts kicking in the water. I let her play for a little as her and Kathryn splash each other. All her Aunts begin to splash Sam, Kathryn, and me. Of course we splash back as they are all giggles. After a little, and a few splashes to her face Sam hides her face against me. I hold my hand up and say, “I think that’s enough splashing right now.”
Sam grumbles, “Somebody got water in my eyes.”
I chuckle and say, “Happens a lot when you are in the pool. Kathryn, can you show Sam how to float?”
Kathryn gets the why me expression on her face as she shakes her head no. Forcing myself not to laugh I ask, “Kathryn you know how to float?”
With a look of displeasure and brownish gray eyes Kathryn looks at her Dad and says, “The person who taught me how to swim just tossed me in and made me swim around until I got good at it.”
I chuckle and say, “A lot of people learn to swim that way, a lot become very fearful of the water too.”
I pass Sam to Kathryn, “Okay I’ll show both of you how to float. Just watch a show you how easy it can be.”
I take a breath holding it I lay back gently in the water. I sink just below the surface and then relaxing I rise till my face is completely out of the water. Breathing shallowly I only rise and sink a little with each breath. I turned to look at the two as they grin at me. On my exhale I say, “Once you relax totally it’s easy.” Another breath in and I rise in the water again and say, “If you tense up you will sink.” I take another breath in and hold it. I tense my body up and began to sink under the surface I relax again and rise back up above the surface. I stand in the water again. Once you learn how to do that you can rest in the water for a long time and recover your strength.
Sam asks, “Can I try Daddy?”
I say, “Okay Sam, first remember you can only breathe air. Don’t try to breathe the water.”
Sam giggles saying, “I know that. Daddy, I take baths.”
With a smile I say, “Just reminding you Princess Sam. First take a deep breath and hold it. I’ll keep my hand underneath you, so you will not sink like I did. When you float off my hand I want you to stay relaxed and float as long as you can.”
With one hand under her neck as she lays back releasing Kathryn, Sam begins to stretch out in the water I keep her from moving away. I gently reduce the pressure holding Sam up; she sinks only a little until my hand has about half-inch space under her. At first Sam exhales too deeply and begins the sink until she run into my hand. I raise her up and say smaller breaths then allow her to sink back into the water she inhales rises from my hands. As she exhales she stops when she feels herself beginning to sink and takes another breath in a she rises in the water again with a large smile on her face. I let her float for five minutes.
With an approving smile I say, “Okay Sam it’s Mommy’s turn to learn how to do it.” I move Sam up on my shoulders and she straddles my neck and holds on around my head.
Kathryn still with the why me expression comes forward. I laid her back gently, and repeat the instruction to Kathryn who I know already knows them. Kathryn resting on my hand with her nose and mouth above the water I raise her up until her ears her out to tell her to relax totally let your lungs expand as much as possible. She does as I gently lower her back she doesn’t sink nearly as far. She gets a wide grin on her face before she says, “it’s easier than I thought.” She has to suck in a breath to keep above water but she manages it. I let Kathryn float for five minutes also.
She stands and hugs me, “You know that is the most relaxing thing I’ve done in the pool in a few days.” Mom and Helen overhearing began laughing. That causes a lot of confused looks from her sisters as well as her father and Sam. Kathryn and I just laugh a long with our mothers and don’t bother to explain.
It only takes a few seconds for everyone to go back to what they were doing anyway. I lift Sam off my shoulders turning her and pulling her back to my chest I ask, “Ready to try it again Sam?”
Sam shakes her head yes, before I let her back in the water I tell her, “This time Sam I want you to fan your hands in the water.” I show Sam how to hold her hands in fan in the water. She has a look of what’s that going to do. “Now we will move in the water as you do that.” Sam’s eyes brighten.
As Sam floats and fans her hands she begins to slowly move she has a bright smile. I tell her to raise her head so she can see where she is going. I have Kathryn move a few steps ahead of her just to Sam raises her head she sees Kathryn in the direction she’s headed. She moves her hands even faster in the water. Only letting the tips of my fingers touch her back once in a while to ensure her I’m still with her.
Kathryn stands still and allows Sam to swim to her. It’s not really pretty or graceful and technically not swimming, but it will move her around in the pool until she can get to where she can get out. Sam bumps into Kathryn who pulls Sam into a hug. Sam has a smile that will light up the solarium even in the middle of the night or brighten it in the day. She says happily, “Mommy I was moving. I was moving in the water. Did you see me?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “You’re doing great Sam.” We let Sam float back and forth between the family members for at least half an hour before reluctantly taking her out of the pool.
I tell her, “We need to take a shower and begin to make breakfast.”
Sam giggles and her stomach growls, “I think my tummy is ready for breakfast.”
I let her and Kathryn shower, then quickly shower myself. We dress and walked downstairs to make breakfast. With all my in-laws here I make some extra pancake batter and pull out the large griddle to begin making stacks of pancakes. I can cook a half a dozen at a time so it doesn’t take very long for me to make nearly fifty pancakes. Misty and Marshall are helping Kathryn with eggs and bacon. Sam is sitting on my shoulders and helping me watch pancakes. MC comes in sleepily she began setting the plates and silverware at Kathryn’s direction. It doesn’t take long and breakfast is complete.
Alyssa giggles saying, “This looks great.” She steals Sam off my shoulders. Alyssa is giving the little girl lots of kisses and wishing her good morning. She takes her over to the table and sets her in her lap. She doesn’t wait for the rest of us and begins to feed Sam.
It doesn’t take long for everyone to find a seat at the table. The room breaks out into chaos with everyone reaching for pancakes, eggs or beacon. Then it calms quickly as everyone has food and begins to eat. And like always when everyone was here, we began to talk, laugh and discuss a hundred things. I mention the shopping trip this afternoon and MC asks, “Is it okay if I come along too?”
Kathryn says, “Yes. We are not going to leave you here all by yourself to get lonely.”
Mom and Helen takes care Sam as we trade, occasionally Sam comes up and I or Kathryn spends a few minutes with her in our laps before an Aunt or Grandmother steals her away. After lunch Sam spends a lot of time on my lap as she slowly nods off to sleep I gently walk over to our bed and lay her down for her nap.
Marshall Misty and Joan had the money from the previous day of trading. MC’s created her account she moved all the money from her brokerage fund account which gave her just a little under what Marshall Misty and Joan had. She got a call from her broker early in the morning she took great pleasure in telling him, “You’re fired.”
The trading day finishes, I don’t need to look at the totals to know we did really well today too. Marshall, Misty, MC, and Joan look over their totals. They are in shock for a few seconds with their mouths open and wide eyes staring at their accounts. MC is the first to recover from her shock, she jumps at me throws me into a hug. It’s not a sexual moment it’s just she is so happy she needed to hold someone. She releases me and grabbed Kathryn hugging her tightly too. Marshall and Misty kiss, and Joan giggles hugs the two of us. Joan says, “You think Mom was happy the last time.”
Now with tears in her eyes MC says, “That’s more than Dad left me in his will. That asshole broker selected the worst stocks out there. He lost money almost on every trade. That’s why it was so fun to fire him.”
Kathryn says, “You should never trust a broker who doesn’t perform well consistently. You never know if they’re protecting some clients at the expense of others.”
Michelle Collins, MC says, “I’m happy you guys let me join in this class. I may not know everything Kathryn or JJ knows, but I know more than my former broker, and my account exhibits that.”
I smile and say, “A few more days like today and you can retire pulling in around a million a year after taxes. This first year taxes are going to be rather high and you going to have to make enough to pay those, and leave a large enough balance to give you dividends of nearly two million yearly.”
Marshall points out, “We would be halfway there if we didn’t have to pay taxes.”
MC suggests, “We always can talk to a few congressmen and see if we could get exempted like a lot of the other people I know of.”
A little annoyed I say, “MC, I don’t do that it’s not fair for me to not pay taxes just because I can afford to give a large donation to my Congressman for his reelection campaign. When a teacher who barely makes ends meet get stuck with more taxes, and half of the politicians are talking about taking away Social Security so the richest people don’t have to pay taxes.”
MC asks, “You mean you don’t try for being tax exempt. It’s no wonder; a lot of the 1% doesn’t like you.”
Smiling I say, “I can deal with the 1% not liking me.”
I decided to change the topic before we get into some deep discussion. Not many people want to hear my views on the subject. Someone told me, “Personally if it looks like that will occur, I will sell every stock, and cash every bond, close every bank account and buy gold, silver, firearms and land. Build a fallout shelter and stock it with enough food to last two years, with seeds to plant after that. It would only be a matter of a few months before the end of the country as we know it today.”
I can’t do that. I’ll stay here and help whoever I could. Besides that I have a feeling the ones building the fallout shelters, when they couldn’t get in would make it impossible for those inside to ever leave. You have to remember they are outside with the concrete trucks, and mad enough to turn your fallout shelter into your tomb.
Only fools don’t learn from history. When a large part of the population becomes so poor that they are in starvation a revolution has occurred. Never goes well for the idiots that caused it. I just hope they realize how bad it will be before they really cause that.
With a smile I say, “Now that my friends have enough money to spend, you guys want to go shopping?”
My friends other than maybe MC have no idea how to get money out of their account takes a few minutes to help Marshall with his. He has an account set up in the local bank and he can move money into it easily enough. Misty and Joan don’t have a bank account we will have to set one up for them. MC moves fifty thousand dollars into her account grins same, “That’s the most my account has seen in it ever.”
Marshall tells me, “JJ, after three days I’m now wealthier than my father is, he has been trading since the 90s.”
I chuckle and tell Marshall, “True wealth has nothing to do with money. You and Misty are wealthy because the love you share. Now you have enough money that you’ll not have to worry about monetary needs very soon.”
Marshall chuckles and says, “It’s funny, love is the one thing you give away and get more because you gave it.”
Misty comes into Marshall’s arms smiling she says, “I love you Marshall.” She kisses him passionately.
Kathryn slides into my arms watching our two friends, has made her very happy.
Joan has gone downstairs she’s telling her mother how well she did today. Only a few seconds we can hear an excited Alyssa as she runs up the stairs several sets of footsteps follow. I point to the computer showing Joan’s account. Alyssa sits in the chair and begins looking over the account page. It shows the total assets at the bottom. I thought Alyssa would have a heart attack from the look on her face. She goes through every human emotion possible in a few seconds as she looks at Joan’s account.
Alyssa finally looks at me, “JJ how much money are you going to help Joan make?”
I tell Alyssa honestly, “I have not figured it out yet. Once they have around fifty or sixty million, I know they can retire after the taxes still draw in enough in dividends to make a million a year after taxes.
Joan tells her mother, “With you getting divorced, if it was you Dad would take half of it. This way JJ can give us as much money as he wants. You know you would never want for anything as long as JJ or I can pay for it.
I say, “It may look like I’m just giving it to her, but I’m showing Joan exactly how to make it. At one point after we are far enough along, Joan is going to help make decisions on which stock or commodity to buy. We did really well today, a few more days like today and Joan will be to the point where she can retire or continue on with the class if she wants. Joan is right about two things you’ll never want for anything, and your divorce. All Edward has to do is withdraw the paperwork and resubmit it to get half anything that you would make in a class like this.”
Alyssa asks, “After my divorce is final, you’ll teach me to do this as well?”
Kathryn says, “If you teach me how to make that meatloaf, I’ll teach you how to trade stocks.”
Alyssa hugs Kathryn and says, “I would be happy to teach you how to make that meatloaf, it’s easier than you would think.”
With a giggle Kathryn says, “So is the stock market, when you know the secret to it.”
With a chuckle I say, “Today we’re going shopping, tomorrow, we need open account for Joan so she can use her money. I’ll show her how to do this by using a trust fund, that way it’s less in taxes and has other legal benefits. The trust fund can actually buy property, like a car or home that you can use.”
Joan asked, “The trust fund can buy a car even though I can’t drive?”
I inform Joan, “You’re over fourteen in this state you can get a farm license and you can drive to and from markets and the farm. I was driving shortly after I got here. My trust also purchased a car for Mom to drive.”
Joan looks at her mother and before she can even ask Alyssa response, “Only if JJ teaches you to drive too. I’ll be too scared and I don’t know the roads around here.”
Kathryn says, “He can teach us to drive at the same time Joan.”
Joan giggles, “Only thing that I need now is a vehicle to drive.”
I think about it before I say, “I got the perfect one for the two of you to learn to drive in.”
Kathryn giggles, “You mean your old truck.”
With a smile I say, “Yes, you can’t hurt it much. If you hit anything, I can get it fixed.”
Kathryn says, “You have not fixed that beat up truck of the last dent it got.”
With a chuckle I say, “I was not talking about the truck getting fixed.”
Alyssa giggles, “I think you’re right JJ that is the perfect thing for them to learn on.”
An excited Sam says, “Let’s go shopping.”
Mom has her by the hand she’s dressed nicely and one of Kathryn’s old outfits that barely stays on Sam. It’s a little large for her, the pants legs been rolled up and belt pulled tightly around Sam’s waist. Kathryn shakes her head before she says, “You sure need to go shopping today. I got to find you all new outfits that are just for Sam.”
Sam has a bright smile as she says, “I like shopping.”
We all pile into vehicles four in all, almost the entire family goes even Sam’s grandpa Michael, and the Coach normally would not go on shopping trips for anything. Kathryn’s older brothers don’t come along, they left to go their fiancés families to spend some time during the summer with them. Michael Junior will be graduating next spring and they will have a wedding in June of next year. Mark is waiting to his graduation for his wedding. Eddie is off with his girlfriend trying to spend as much time together as they can, before he’s off to college this fall.
Marshall and Misty arrived with MC who was riding with them. Mom, Alyssa, Joan and Grandma pull in next to them. Now everyone here together we began to walk into the mall. Sam loves riding on my shoulders with one hand on Sam’s knee, and her arms wrapped around my head. My free hand is held by Kathryn as we walk into the mall. Our first stop not like normal is a children’s apparel shop.
Sam reluctantly leaves my shoulders after Kathryn is picked out several outfits that Sam has to go try on. Sam insists on showing me each one after they have her dressed in her new outfit. The grandma’s bring in clothing for Sam to try on too. Sam models for the best of an hour there. Sam’s not very picky about her clothing she seems to like everything Kathryn and her grandma’s bring for her to try on.
Sam does make one request. She would like a dress like Kathryn’s. Fortunately for us is a mother daughter shop in the mall. Kathryn and Sam get a few dresses that match. Mom and Helen get a couple that also matches Sam’s. When we leave the shop and Kathryn and Sam have dressed in matching outfits.
We go through the mall stopping at various stores and of course we made our last stop Victoria’s Secret, Sam, Marshall and the Coach set with me outside as the women shop. A growling stomach gets my attention then that Sam is hungry. I ask Sam, “You getting a little hungry Sam?”
Sam with a giggle says, “Daddy, look cookies. Can I have one Daddy?”
I hadn’t really noticed before but there was one of those stores that bake and sell cookies two stores down and across the mall from where we set. The smell of cookies saturated the air in the mall. I think it is a cruel thing to do to the father of a four-year-old. I make an executive daddy decision. I’ll get the cookies for Sam, but only let her have one to hold her over to dinner. Because I didn’t answer immediately Sam begins to get this puppy dog face, her lower lip turns down in a pout, with the big sad brown eyes she is just so cute.
As I get up with Sam, Grandpa Michael chuckles, “I can use a snack too.” Marshall guards the bags on our benches.
Before I get to the cookies shop I asked Sam, “Sam what is your favorite cookie?”
Sam replies, “Chocolate chip, they’re yummy.”
At the counter I order a dozen chocolate chip cookies, of course they’re not the normal size of cookies. Kathryn loves oatmeal cookies, so I order dozen of those as well. I get milks for all of us. The Coach gets a peanut butter cookie for himself he says, “One will be fine I’m the only one in the family that likes them.”
Sam sees Marshall glancing over at us and says, “Daddy we should get cookies for Uncle Marshall too.”
Setting Sam back down on the ground I say, “Okay Sam but I don’t know what kind. Would you go over and ask Uncle Marshall what kind for him and Misty?”
Sam skips over to her Uncle Marshall and asked loudly, “Uncle Marshall what kind of cookie you want, and for Aunt Misty too?”
Marshall thinks for second and says, “Walnut raisin for me, and chocolate, chocolate chip for Misty.” Sam skips back to me, and relays the message and I order two more dozen cookies in those flavors.
We walked back over to the bench, and I give Sam a cookie and open her milk for her. Sitting beside me on the bench is Sam eating her cookie, the Coach on the other side of Sam. I’m nibbling on my cookie watching Sam enjoying hers.
About half of Sam’s cookie is gone when Kathryn and everyone else has finished their shopping. Kathryn comes up and put her hands on her hips looking at me she says, “Where did those cookies come from?”
Kathryn’s Dad says playfully, “The cookies shop just down the mall.” Kathryn may be acting mad but her eyes give her away, they are green and playful.
Kathryn says, “Why would you spoil Sam’s appetite.”
Sam’s expression turns into the same pouty one she used on me. It makes Kathryn giggle; she leans forward and gives Sam a kiss. She whispers, “Sam that works on your Dad every time. But it doesn’t with me sweetie.”
I pulled out the full bag of oatmeal cookies from where I had them hidden. Marshall hands a carton of milk to me, I hand both the Kathryn. Kathryn slides into my lap opening the bag to find her favorite cookie. With a giggle Kathryn says, “Now that’s my husband he really does know how to spoil his girls.”
With Sam’s little girl giggle she says, “Daddy sure does Mommy.”
The Coach says, “Makes it hard for me, I have to work so hard to keep up with you JJ.”
Marshall says, “Amen, JJ you’re a hard act to follow.”
Misty giggles sliding into Marshall’s lap, “Marshall you’re doing just fine. You know I love you a lot.” Marshall hands Misty the bag of cookies and after one look into the bag she just melts into his arms giving him a passionate kiss.
Sam giggles as she licks her fingers clean of the chocolate. Helen comes by takes the bag of chocolate chip cookies takes one hands the bag to my Mom who also gets a cookie. Kathryn sisters grab the oatmeal, before long most of the cookies are gone. Sam takes the opportunity as I pay attention to Kathryn, to take a few bites out of my cookie. The coach chuckles and says, “He was eating it to slow right Sam?”
I chuckle as Sam’s eyes go large then I hold the cookie close to Sam. Sam relaxes quickly and grabbed a bite with a giggle.
With the cookies to sustain us for a while, we go to a sporting goods store. We pick up some lifejackets two small enough for Sam, and a few more for the boat. Couples ski vests, Marshall said that should be easier for me to learn with one of those on. They also have swimwear there. We pick up three extra swimsuits for Sam. Marshall Misty and MC pick up swimwear themselves.
Next we make a quick stop at the furniture store and Sam and Kathryn pick out furniture for Sam’s room. When we suggest a single bed, Sam says no. We had to buy a full-size bed that way, Kathryn, a grandmother or aunt can lay down with her. I have to admire her logic, for a small child she is very intelligent.
Once home Sam had fallen asleep on the drive home and like most small children as soon as the car stopped she was wide awake.
Sam hasn’t forgotten about us telling her the story. She climbed up into her Aunt Michelle’s lap and asks, “Aunt Michelle, are you going to tell me the story about the bear who wanted to eat you?”
Kathryn giggles and says, “That’s my story I tell, but Aunt Michelle can start it.”
Grandma says, “Hold it for a moment. I need to get something for Sam so she can be really comfortable for the story.” She gives her granddaughters a wink, and scampers off. She comes back with the rolled up bear skin she spreads it out covering the couch, setting Sam in the middle of it.
Sam says, “This is nice. It feels like a puppy dog. What is it?”
Grandma says, “We will tell you at the end of the story Sam.”
Kathryn and Michelle giggles, “Michelle starts the story, two years ago Sam near grandma’s house up the mountainside, JJ and Kathryn were kissing when I saw the bear. I was not the first and when my sisters started to run I turned to run too.”
Now Kathryn takes over the story when we heard them screaming we turn to see what was the matter, and there was this huge black bear running down the hillside after them as they ran away. Your Daddy, JJ stood there and shouts at the bear but the bear was intent on my fleeing sisters. So he stepped in between your Aunts and the bear. That caused the bear to stop, but the bear stands on his hind legs and he was bigger than your Daddy.”
Sam watches with bright large eyes listening to every word. Michelle added her part, “I turned my head to see how close the bear was, only to trip and fall. Before I get up off the ground I looked and the bear stopped less than 50 feet from me, about half as long as the pool is Sam. Your Daddy was there shouting at the bear and he made it stop. Your Daddy really saved my life right then, at the risk of his own life. Kathryn was only a few feet behind your Daddy. Your Aunt Kara helps me to my feet because she saw your Daddy had stopped the bear. We ran the rest of the way down the hill to grandma’s house.”
Kathryn continues, “Your Daddy stood there shouting at that bear, the bear was not so smart if it had been it would run for his life. The bear lumbered forward on its hind legs, growling at the top of its lungs. Your Daddy stood there shouting at the top of his lungs hoping the bear would leave. The bear continued on toward your Daddy and your Daddy started moving toward it still shouting.
A closer your Daddy got to the bear the bigger the bear looked. The more scared I got, by this time I’m shaking and too frightened to run. I thank your Daddy knew this, and he continued on towards the bear. The bear kept coming towards your Daddy.
He wasn’t going to let anything hurt his family, not if he could help it. I think the bear got louder and so did your Dad. Maybe I was so scared it only sounded louder. After two quick steps towards the bear the bear pulled back one its clawed hands like it was going to strike your Dad. Your Dad so fast he kicked the bear so hard it actually raised off the ground and flew back a foot or two, and then the bear hits the ground.”
Sam’s hand was running through the fur of the rug she set on. With wide eyes Sam asks, “Really Mommy? What happened to the bear after that?”
Grandma looks at Sam and says, “Sam, you are setting on it.”
Sam looks down and for second it looks like she’s afraid the skin will come back alive with the bear inside of it. Then she begins to giggle before she says, “Daddy really is tough.”
Michelle laughs before she says, “He is that, and brave and strong too. He is so in love with your Mommy he’ll do anything to protect her. Sam your Daddy loves you too. I see it in his eyes every time he looks at you.”
Sam gives her Aunt Michelle a hug and says, “I love Daddy too, I love Mommy and you.”
Michelle says, “I love you too Sam. I love your Daddy too, he saved my life.”

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Hole in the Wall, Chapter 2

(Be sure to read chapter 1 first.)
Justin slept well that night. In his mind he replayed the events of the night: finding his sister Emily watching their parents having sex, convincing her to watch together through a peephole he had in his bedroom wall, and then fucking her while they watched.
Emily seemed to really enjoy it at the time, but now that morning was here, Justin hoped that she didn’t have second thoughts. His cock stirred at the thought of fucking Emily again.
When Justin went down for breakfast, he saw his parents and sister already at the table eating. Emily’s reaction didn’t seem any different than normal as everyone scurried to get ready to leave for work. ‘At least she didn’t turn me in,’ he thought to himself as he wolfed down a bowl of cereal.
Justin went through the day in a fog – his mind distracted by the memories of last night and his hopes and desires for nights to come. Fortunately, the summer job that kept him busy this morning involved mindless stocking of shelves.
Emily was in her room when Justin got home from work. He quickly changed out of his work uniform and into something more comfortable. As he pondered what to do with the rest of the afternoon, a door opened in the distance and Justin heard his sister’s steps as she walked from her room to his. She stood in his doorframe wearing a light sundress and asked, “How was work?”
“Good,” Justin replied. He wondered if she was going to bring last night up or wait for him to do it. “What were you up to?”
“I was out at the mall with Jill,” she replied. Jill was her BFF: they’d known each other since 4th grade. She lived just down the street and they had slept over at each other’s houses more times than he could remember. “We talked about lots of stuff.”
Emily paused, as if uncertain how to phrase her next words. “Actually, remember last night?”
“How could I forget?” he replied.
“Well, um… Jill wants to watch too.”
“What?” he shrieked. “You told Jill all about us?”
“Don’t be silly,” she quickly replied. “I just mentioned that I caught you looking and you let me watch too.”
“You caught me looking?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to admit that I was peeking in the hallway! So, please can Jill come and look too?”
“Okay…”
Emily quickly interrupts, “But you have to promise me you won’t tell her what we did! Got it? And don’t watch with us. If you’re going to be in the room, stay over by your bed.”
“I suppose I can live with that,” Justin replied. “But I’ve got one more condition to add.”
“What’s that?”
Justin closes the distance to his sister and says, “This.” As he bends his lips down to hers, one hand goes behind her back for support while the other cups one of her breasts.
“Mmmm,” Emily moans into his mouth as she indicates acceptance of his terms by melting into his embrace. Her hands clutched his back. Their hands roamed franticly over their bodies. His quickly found the ties holding her dress in place while she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down towards the floor.
A pile of clothes formed as the two siblings quickly undressed each other. They tumbled into the bed, Justin lying on top as Emily grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening. Justin pushed in and the two teens started thrusting at each other. This was not the gentle seduction of last night – this was the fucking of two people in heat.
Almost as soon as it began, Emily lets out a squeal of delight matched quickly by Justin’s grunting as he unloads his sperm into her pussy. Spent, he collapses on her before rolling onto his side.
They both lie there gasping for breath. “I’ve been thinking about that all day,” Emily says.
“You too?” Justin asked. “I was worried you regretted last night.”
“No way!” Emily said. “It feels way too good.” She turned onto her side and snuggled up to Justin.
“Always glad to help my sister out,” he replied completing the embrace. His hands gently glided over her body. He realized that he hadn’t really seen Emily’s naked form before since it was quite dark last night and they were in such a hurry now. With the urgency dissipated, he could gently explore the soft curves of her tits and ass. “What’s the plan with Jill?”
“She sleeps over here all the time.”
“Yeah, but do you think Mom and Dad will do anything if she’s spending the night? Plus, they don’t do it every night.”
Emily’s hands absent-mindedly traced circles over Justin’s chest as she thought through the dilemma. “If we wait until they start, Jill will have missed too much
“Can Jill sneak out every night?” Justin asked. “She could sneak over to meet you outside. I’ll peek in and see if Mom and Dad are up to anything. If so, I’ll text you and you can come inside. If not, Jill can go back home and you can try the next day.”
“Great idea! I’m sure Jill can make that work. She’ll be so excited!” As Emily squirmed in Justin’s grip, she felt his hardening cock pushing against her legs. “I see someone else has gotten excited again.”
“It’s because you are a beautiful woman,” Justin said smoothly.
Emily hit him playfully. “Cliché!” But she moved closer, allowing his cock to slide between her legs. “But you’re wonderful anyway,” she said before covering his mouth with hers.
The two teens pressed against each other. Their hands held each other closely but gently as they shared a deep, sensual kiss. After a few long minutes, Justin slowly adjusted his position to allow his cock to slide to the opening of Emily’s pussy. She felt the contact and slowly slid down to engulf him.
They continued their kiss as their bodies moved slowly against each other. Justin held his hands on Emily’s rear while she stoked his back. Their hands guided their bodies slowly against each other as his cock gently glided in and out, tickling against her clit with each sensuous stroke.
It seemed as if hours passed as they continued their hypnotic dance. The pleasure grew slowly within them. Justin could feel the tension slowly mounting in his groin as the pace of their movements slowly accelerated. Emily’s breath in his mouth was faster and more uneven as she approached her release as well.
Justin pulled Emily tight against him as he released his load into her pussy. Like their lovemaking, even his climax seemed like a gentle, sensual release rather than a violent blast. Emily sighed contently in his arms as gentle waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
“Hmmm…” Emily sighed. “You’re the best.”
“You too,” Justin replied, holding her close. “But we should get cleaned up before the parental units get home.”

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Trip Home part 2

Trip Home part 2
I lay in bed thinking about Yoko and wondering …should I go to her house tomorrow. To tell the truth I was embarrassed that the whole incident happened. Did I enjoy it…you damned tooting I did. But again she is my best friend’s Mother and it was all accidental. I finally drifted off to sleep with nothing settled .
Along about three am I was awakened by a sudden release of pressure…in 16 year old talk… I had a wet dream. I was a mess, I shared a bath with my sister’s bedroom since she was still at the Hospital I did not have to worry about disturbing her. I stripped off the sheets then took a shower. I began to soap down and my hand automatically began stroking my dick while thoughts of Yoko ran thru my mind… she was so tiny and her body so smooth, I could feel her pussy as it moved up and down on my dick. In seconds I was releasing another load all over the shower wall. I washed off and dried . Wrapping the towel around me I just lay across the mattress and went back to sleep.
I awoke to the phone ringing… it was Mom. “Hi Mom, how is Carrie?”
“ She is resting …they had to operate there were a lot of splinters in the wound that had to be cleaned out.” “Dad is calling the office and putting Don Prater in charge till Carrie is able to come home, We have checked into a motel and will stay here. Dad says you can use his pickup the keys are on the dresser and he told Don you would be stopping by and for him to give you a $100.00 out of petty cash.” You take care and we will call you tomorrow.”
I got dressed and went into Mom and Dad’s room to get the truck keys. Then off to the office, My Dad is a Real Estate Broker specializing in Commercial properties. He pulls in high six figures a year minimum. I knew petty cash would not even miss the $100, knowing Don he probably throw in more. I arrived at the office and Don met me at the door.
“Well Rafe looks like you are on your own for awhile your Dad said to give you a $100 but I’m not sure that is enough.”.. he paused…. then handed me another bill a fifty. “That should do it. But if you run out drop by and we can fix that.”
All the Ladies in the office had to ask about Carrie, I told them as much as I knew. I assured them I would keep them informed. There were a couple of them I would really like to inform. Like Dads Secretary, Coleen , a red haired green eyed Irish Lass not over 3 years older than me. Ooh but her big titties made me drool. I knew I had to get out of there before I embarrassed my self with the tent forming in my pants. She looked up at me and smiled. Boing that’s it gotta run.
I got in the truck and started it but before I could pull away from the curb my cell phone rang. It was Tommy. “Hey Rafe, Tommy, I have to drive over to the Hospital and pick up Chibbi. Molly is going along since it is such a long trip. Three hours over, pick her up stop and eat. So let’s say 4 hours back.” Any how what I wanted to ask you is would you go over and take my mom to the store.?”
I told him, “Yes I can do that for you.” Boing there it goes again. My mouth was dry and I was panting…surely within 7 hours we will find time to go to the store.
I arrived at Tommy ‘s house I walked up on the porch and reached to ring the doorbell, before my finger reached the button the door opened and Yoko Reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
I looked at her with lust in my eyes and noticed that all she was wearing was a tee shirt. I bent down and she locked her arms around my neck and our lips met. Fire spread through out my body. I slid my hands down and cupped her butt cheeks and she leaped up wrapping her legs around my waist. I could feel the heat from her bare pussy thru my pants .
I was in a quandary, I so wanted to get her all naked and to lick her slit but I also wanted to slide inside her and to pound that pussy. While I was having those thoughts and being attacked wit a wanton tongue. I had been working my pants down a little at a time til I felt them slip down my legs to nestle around my feet only to be kicked aside.
I lifted her ass cheeks and aimed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly let her down which caused a wonderful sensation as my cock entered her. When we were pubic bone to pubic bone she pulled back from the kiss and said. “Recliner….you sit” I carried her to the recliner and turned around to sit down. Yoko grabbed the remote that was on the arm of the recliner, to get it out of the way I thought.
I reclined the chair with my dick still in Yoko… she still had the remote in her hand… she pushed a button and began turning a dial… to my surprise the chair started to vibrate. Yoko smiled..” I ride you again.” and she began to twist her butt and to bounce around. I just lay there enjoying the vibration and the twisty up and down motion. Yoko began tightening and relaxing her pussy on my cock OOH all the different sensations was more than I could stand I began bucking and bouncing and shoving as deep as I could go. Then Yoko screamed and fell forward onto my chest. I grabbed her hips and tried to pull them further onto my cock. I could feel the head expanding then releasing as I sprayed rope after rope of cum into her womb.
We just lay there with me still inside her. I pulled her tee shirt off and then mine so that her little bullet tits could rest upon my bare chest. The chair continued to vibrate nothing radical but created a tingling sensation in my body that transferred into hers. We lay there for and hour then Yoko began her pussy exercises again and it joined with the vibration finally caused us both to reach a climax. It was intense and subtle at the same time.
We showered and washed each other which almost turned into another session. While I was dressing Yoko douched for later. Yoko got dressed and since she really did need to go to the store. We decided to get that out of the way and headed to Albertsons. By the time we got back and put the grocery’s away we were both ready. We left a trail from the kitchen to the Master Bedroom and by the time we reached the bed we were both completely nude.
I picked her up and gently laid her on the bed with her legs still hanging off. I kissed deeply then played with her little tits. I always liked big tits… but her tiny ones just entranced me I could get her entire tit in my mouth at one time. The fun part was the nipples were highly sensitive…one nibble and she had shivers all over her body..
I left her desirable tits and kissed down to her belly button, she had an innie, I licked all around it then swirled my tongue around inside …another shiver . I kissed my way on down to the thin coating of hair just above her slit. The small amount of hair felt like silk so soft which complimented the smoothness of her skin. I could see her button sticking out of her slit. I couldn’t help my self I had to suckle her clitoris I placed my mouth over it and sucked it inside. I reached out with my teeth and nibbled her clit.
I felt her legs rise up and cradle my head between them as she draped them over my shoulders. I continued to nibble on her clit . Her outer pussy lips were puffy and pouty and as I sucked one of the lips inside my mouth , tasty I might add. I worked on each side of her pussy till her body was difficult to hang on too…then and only then my tongue slid into the entrance of her pussy. … I slopped and I slurped I kissed and twisted my tongue till I felt I had reached every part of her pussy inside and out as I reached every petal of the flower of her sex and not to mention the five orgasms she had.
As I raised up to move into position to insert my cock I had held on to her legs…they were still on my shoulders bringing her pussy to the perfect position to be entered. I slid in slowly just an inch at a time . Yoko was moving and grasping trying to pull me in at a faster pace but I continued my slow pace. Even as many times that we had gotten of I knew that neither of us would last very long this time
I finally reached maximum penetration. I quickly pulled out til only the head was in her…I held there till I felt her ass began to move trying to draw me back inside. The tension became to much and I drove it home. Our movements became so erratic that we had covered the entire bed and was almost ready to hit the floor. When we both were grunting and I drove as deep as I could and my body froze. Yoko’s head was twisting from on side to the other then her head came up to my chest and she froze.
We both had reached our release point and I dumped a ton of cum in her receptive body…Then we melted and lay in each others arms..
Yoko looked at the bedside clock we had been at it so long time was running out . We had another shower and I left a satisfied Yoko we agreed we would try to get together again.

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Lucky Josh part 9

Early the next morning, the lovers woke up to the tune of Cam’s phone.
Quickly she shot out of bed and picked it up.
Josh couldn’t make out the conversation since he didn’t speak Spanish but it sounded heated.
He could tell however that Cam wasn’t happy with the conversation.
Waiting until she was finished, he stretched a bit, pleased that his back ache was gone.
Cam was shouting now in the phone, turning around angry, her eyes red with tears.
Josh quickly got up and held her from behind in a comforting way as best as he could.
The conversation didn’t last very long after that and when she hung up she turned and buried her face in his chest, crying.
“What’s wrong?” Josh asked as gentle as he could.
“My mother” Cam cried “she threw me out because I forgot to call her last night.”
“She threw you out because you forgot to call her?” Josh asked surprised.
“Yes, because of that and the fact that I spend the night with you, not you specifically but anyone else who she didn’t pick out or approve of.”
“She called me a whore” Cam finished and her body shook wither crying.
“Think she won’t approve of me?” Josh asked quietly.
“Not unless you either marry me or are Hispanic, she won’t” Cam sighed between her sobs.
“I don’t think I can marry you just yet, you need to be eighteen right?”
Cam’s crying stopped abruptly “you would marry me?”
“In a heartbeat” Josh answered pulling her face up and kissed away her tears.
“You hardly know me” Cam said looking into his kind eyes.
“True, but whatever else I may be feeling, the connection I felt last night and even now is real and powerful, more than enough to have faith in you, that you and I are meant for each other.”
“I feel the same” she said quietly and a bit shocked at her own words.
“So what do we do now?” Josh asked.
“I call Ramon to pick up my stuff at my mom’s and find a place to crash” Cam answered.
“Why not stay with me?” Josh offered, pulling her back to the bed to sit down.
“You mean that?”
“Yes I do, either here in my room or in one of the three guest quarters” he smiled.
“A guest room would be great” she said and quickly followed with “not that I don’t want to stay with you but you are expecting a guest today and that way it feels more like dating, at least for a while.”
“I’ll arrange for it today” Josh said smiling and grunted when she power hugged him.
“I am so glad we found each other” Cam said.
“Me too Cammy, me too”
After an almost quick shower, Cam and Josh dressed and went downstairs to grab some breakfast, Cam calling Ramon while they walked.
Her brother first got angry with their mother but calmed down after a bit and agreed to do as Cam asked, asking where he should bring her stuff.
With a huge smile, Cam gave Ramon the address and she could hear him think on the other side of the line.
He soon figured out that it must be Josh’s place and asked why she was there.
Telling her brother the short version but including Josh’s first response to her troubles he laughed and told her he would be there soon.
Josh was prepping eggs over easy when she was done and smiled at her when she sat down.
“All arranged?” he asked.
“Yes, for now anyway” she said, her eyes still red but smiling again.
“Good, dig in” Josh smiled and sat down opposite of her.
Cam was surprised at the different flavors she tasted, even the bread tasted differently.
Seeing her enjoyment and surprise at the taste of her food, Josh explained that he had made the bread and that the eggs were spiced as he did back home.
Nodding her understanding, Cam attacked her food with appreciative vigor.
“That smells good” Angela said from the doorway, smelling the food.
“Want some? I have made more than enough” Josh offered and got up to set another plate.
“Yes please” Angela said and sat down next to Cam, introducing herself “Hi, I am Angela.”
Cam swallowed her food and looked at the gorgeous blond women next to her, her robe showing her fine figure in detail, her crutch ruining a bit of the effect.
“Hi I’m Camilla” Cam said after cleaning her mouth on a napkin.
“Angela here is my dad’s girlfriend and a good friend of mine too” Josh said with a naughty grin.
“I am” Angela replied and winked back at Josh.
“Cam is my really fresh girlfriend and she’ll be staying in the guest quarters near the pool” Josh said “hope you don’t mind Angela.”
“Are you kidding, with Jonas still working I could use a friend here, if you don’t mind sharing that is” Angela answered and winked at Cam.
Cam felt intensely happy when Josh said she was his girlfriend and curious when Angel reacted how she did.
“I could use a shop buddy among other things” Angela continued looking at Cam.
“When I am not working, I’ll be happy to show you around town, today even if you like” Cam said, taking a liking to the blond bomb shell.
“Not before I get rid of this cast I’m afraid, until then I’m stuck at the house, I can’t walk very far with this” she answered pointing at her cast.
“It also means my unpacking and decorating will have to wait, leave it to Jonas to hire all staff except a handyman.”
“A handyman? As in a carpenter or electrician?” Cam asked.
“Mostly to assemble the furniture, but I suppose a bit of that too.”
“My brother is an certified electrician and handy around the house, he’s coming by later today to drop off some of my belongings, I could ask him” Cam offered.
“He is also an excellent bartender” Josh joked getting a smile from Cam and a questioning look from Angela.
“I helped out last night behind the bar” Josh explained “he’s a good looking nice guy, trust me.”
“Good looking eh?” Angela smirked and poked Cam asking “Is he single?”
“Yeah, at the moment anyway” Cam answered with a flirty grin.
“He’s hired then” Angela said starting her breakfast “if he’s willing that is.”
“My brother always needs money so I’m sure he’ll accept” Cam said almost choking on her food when Angela’s robe became undone.
Unable to look away, Cam’s eyes flowed over Angela’s body, her face a bit flushed.
Angela didn’t notice at first until she saw Josh looking curiously at Cam.
Seeing the girl so fascinated with her partly naked body made Angela feel all tingly over and she let her robe slip of when she took a big bite, making it look like an accident.
Cam sat frozen at the bar, her eyes fixed on Angela’s naked body.
“Cold?” Josh grinned looking at her hard nipples and shocking Cam back to reality.
“No” Angela said and turned to Cam “could you?”
“Yeah” Cam stammered and got down to pick up the robe.
She stepped behind Angela to help her with her robe and when Cam was near her breasts Angela said “Feel ‘m if you like.”
Cam looked startled at Josh who smiled and nodded.
Very tenderly Cam caressed Angela’s breasts, feeling the soft firm skin, following the perfect pear shape until she reached the nipples, stroking them softly.
Angela was surprised at the tenderness of Cam’s touch and gasped in delight when she reached her nipples.
“Don’t stop” Angela whispered to Cam.
Cam moved in a bit closer and smelled Angela in her neck, her hands moving down Angela’s sides and up again on her stomach.
Both Cam and Josh could smell her arousal over the food and looked at each other, both a bit uncertain what to do next.
“You have the gentlest touch dear” Angela breathed “your caress is so erotic, I feel warm all over.”
Angela turned and pulled Cam in an embrace against the her naked front, uncovered by the robe and kissed her.
A surprised Cam stood there for a few moments before responding to the kiss, her hands moving towards Angela’s hips.
Josh watched the two women kiss for a minute or so before coughing loudly.
“Oh poor Josh” Angela crooned, breaking the kiss but not the embrace “feeling all left out.”
“That’s not it” Josh grinned “your food is getting cold.”
“Wow” Cam said softly “that was nice in a weird way.”
“Weird? How so?” Angela asked the small Latino girl in her arms.
“I never kissed a women before, never had sex with one either although Vanessa did try to get me to experiment with her but until now” Cam spoke softly looking at Josh before letting her sentence hang.
“We agreed to share Cam, if you want to try something new, I won’t be upset” Josh said “my feelings for you won’t change, promise.”
“You’ll want her even more” Angela said in low voice before kissing Cam again.
This time Cam responded with passion, her hands all over Angela’s naked body.
Josh knew right there that Cam would fit in perfectly with the life he was starting to live and loved her even more for it.
Clearing the plates and breakfast remains around the two kissing women, Josh had to adjust his boxers twice because of his rising manhood, the sheer sexiness of the situation arousing him.
He was about to leave when Angela grabbed his sleeve, holding him there while she gently broke the kiss.
“Josh, could you please bring the box marked Angel private two to my bedroom?” Angela asked.
“No problem Angela” Josh said and winked at Cam who smiled like a kid in the candy store back at him.
He jogged to the room they had dubbed storage and quickly found the box Angela requested.
Curious, he opened the box and found all of Angela’s bedroom clothing and toys.
With a big grin, he ran with the box upstairs and dropped it of in the master bedroom.
His mind filled with all the fun the women would have he went back to his room to start unpacking a bit more before Danni would arrive.
The occasional cry made Josh smile while he unpacked, he started with his clothing as they were easiest to tidy up.
Making good progress, his room still looked half unpacked but at least it wasn’t a mess anymore.
Looking at the time, he wondered how long Cam and Angela would be at it.
The doorbell interrupted his reverie he walked down to open the door, expecting Danni.
Ramon stood there, a big box in his arms.
“Hey Ramon” Josh said smiling and was greeted with a similar grin by Ramon.
“Sorry about the mess I made for Camilla” he said, letting Ramon in.
“Nah, don’t sweat it Josh” Ramon kindly said “ever since our father died, our mother has become holier than the pope, it was bound to happen, best it happened when she met you and not some neighborhood loser.”
“Okay” Josh said relieved “follow me then.”
They walked to the guest quarters and Josh opened the door of the biggest for Ramon.
“This is the room she’ll be staying in?” Ramon asked surprised.
“Yeah, the furniture still needs to be put together except the beds, they came pre assembled.”
“It’s bigger than my apartment” Ramon grinned and slapped Josh on the back.
The slap stung Josh’s still tender back but not as much as he had feared.
“Say” Josh said “Cam told me that you do odd jobs from time to time, does that include moving and assembling furniture?”
“Sure, as long’s the pay’s good” Ramon answered looking around.
“Twenty buck’s an hour good?” Josh asked.
“That’s generous even Josh” Ramon said turning to look at him “you need some work done?”
“Yeah, I have at least a week’s worth of work and a garage to remodel, are you available?”
“Should I bring my own tools?” Ramon asked grinning.
“Yeah, ours are still packed, somewhere.”
“Want me to start on this room?”
“Now?” Josh asked surprised.
“Sure why not, I have most of my tools in the truck anyway.”
“Okay” Josh said and they walked back to the truck, Ramon grabbing his gear and Josh showing him where all the to be assembled furniture was stored.
Josh noticed two extra cars parked on the driveway and wondered to whom they belonged.
“Ramon” Josh asked “do you want to be paid all in one go or each day?”
“In one go is better, I am saving for a new amp for my baby so.”
They discussed the arrangement, set the times and Josh would give him the cash to get materials should they be needed.
Soon Ramon was hard at work in Cam’s new room.
Grabbing a soda from the fridge, Josh suddenly became aware of the fact that he was being watched.
“Hello” a young girl’s voice said from the other side of the kitchen.
“Hello” Josh answered turning around and saw a cute red headed girl in a two piece bikini.
Her figure was just starting to show and her breasts were small but nicely shaped.
“You must be Josh” the girl said “I am Lindsey, Megan is my mom.”
She walked straight to him, her hand extended.
Josh saw the family resemblance and shook her hand “pleased to meet you Lindsey.”
“I came in for a drink, can I have a coke?”
“Sure you can” Josh said and handed her a can.
“Is your mom here too?” he asked casually.
“Yes, she came with your dad, she likes him a lot and said that you were really nice.”
“Did she now?” Josh smiled at her and followed her to the pool area.
His dad, Megan and Danni sat at the bar, all in swim gear, talking animated.
“Hello all” Josh said walking up to them with a big smile.
Megan and Danni stood up at the same time, grinned at each other and Megan let Danni greet him first.
“Hello darling” Danni said and hugged him closely before kissing him.
“Hey dear” Josh said enjoying her almost bare body against him.
She was dressed in a skimpy silver bathing suit that really showed of all of her finer attributes.
It was in nice contrast to her dark skin and Josh really liked how it looked on her.
Megan hugged him next, kissing him just like Danni had.
“Hi lover” she whispered in his ear before sitting down again.
Like Danni, Megan wore a similar suit only red and like Danni, it did wonders for her figure.
Jonas grinned at Josh and handed him a beer saying “hey son.”
“Megan is going to be staying with us for a while if you don’t mind” Jonas smiled.
“Not at all but the main room I already gave to a friend of mine, well actually ..” Josh started before turning a bit red “she’s kinda my girlfriend now.”
All three looked at Josh as if he was joking but when they saw his shy grin, they laughed and congratulated him, wanting to meet her as soon as possible.
Josh sat down and said “It changes nothing for what we had planned Danni, she is aware of my eh activities and has no problems with it.”
“Oh I really need to see this girl” Danni joked “someone that stole your heart that fast must be wonderful.”
The conversation quickly turned to an exchange of experiences and the mood quickly turned sexually charged with all the stories.
When Josh finally told them about the morning with Angela and his Cam, their amazement turned to lust in an instant.
“I need to cool off for a bit” Megan said, her face showing her excitement.
She quickly ran to the water and dove in near her daughter.
“I suppose I had better find Angela” Jonas said “but I’ll knock first.”
Josh and Danni grinned at him while he slowly made his way back in the house.
“So” Josh said “no stories to tell Danni love?”
“Not as fun as yours no” she grinned wickedly “but I have been discussing our new venture with Sarah in more detail and we both agree that your ideas were worth looking in to.”
“Good” he said and leaned over the bar to kiss her.
Her warm lips welcomed his and their tongues quickly found their way.
“I am happy for you Josh” Danni said after a few minutes of kissing “and very happy for myself that you found such an understanding woman.”
“As am I” Josh replied leaning back.
“Sorry about the change of plans” Danni continued “but an emergency at work made me unable to leave my phone, I am sorry.”
“Don’t worry, we can do my dream date with you another time, I am just happy you are here.”
“Thanks, you are truly becoming one of my most understanding friends Josh” Danni smiled grateful at him “but don’t think that I won’t screw you senseless tonight.”
Josh laughed and hugged her before lifting her up and dumping her in the pool.
“Oh you bastard” Danni shouted from the water, Megan and Lindsey laughing loudly.
Josh quickly stripped down to his boxers and dove in near her.
When he came up, Danni splashed him and Lindsey joined the fun.
“Loose something Josh?” Megan asked in a wicked voice.
Feeling his cock float freely underwater Josh grinned and turned his back to Lindsey.
“You mind?” Josh said holding his hand out towards Megan.
“Oh now you are a prude” Megan taunted him smiling.
Danni watched the byplay and saw Lindsey swimming deep towards Josh.
She was about to say something when the grin on Megan’s face told her to stay silent a bit longer.
Lindsey dove up between his legs and blew out all her air just below his cock before grabbing it and puling herself up.
Josh was startled by the bubbles and surprised when he was pulled down by his cock.
In a flash he saw Lindsey pass him, her body slipping past his as he went under.
“What the” Josh started to say when he got up again only to be greeted by three women splashing water at him.
“She’s not as innocent as she looks Josh” Megan laughed at him as he desperately tried to escape the onslaught.
“I yield, I yield” Josh shouted after a few minutes “you ladies have won.”
A shout of triumph from Lindsey made them all laugh and Josh grinned at her, his face telling her he would get back at her.
Moving to the shallow end of the pool, Josh floated a bit relaxing in the afternoon sun.
Danni came next to him a little later and held his hand.
“This is wonderful” she said softly, her voice sounded relaxed and at peace.
“You don’t have a pool?” he asked.
“Indoors, but this is so much better.”
“You know you are always welcome to enjoy the pool” Josh smiled “among other things.”
She smiled at him and tightened her grip on his hand for a moment.
“This is what I enjoy” she said sitting up “your company.”
They enjoyed the moment for a while until Megan’s cheerful laughter came from the deep end.
She was still playing with her daughter and held her bikini top just out of reach of her.
Josh and Danni smiled at the scene and waved at Jonas and Angela coming from the house.
Angela was wearing a next to nothing bikini two piece and a plastic wrap around her cast.
Both seemed to be in an excellent mood and Josh was relieved that they understood each other.
They sat down next to Josh and Danni, looking at Megan and Lindsey.
Danni introduced herself to Angela and was rewarded with a hug and a kiss.
“You’re in a good mood” Josh smiled wickedly.
“You have no idea Josh” Angela smiled like a wolf after a good meal.
“That good huh?”
“Better than you think and Ramon said to tell you hi and thanks” she smirked.
“Skank” Josh joked at her and Angela retorted with “Pimp.”
They all laughed and Megan came up to them with Lindsey, both smiling as well.
Introductions were made and with Angela’s easy going nature the ice was quickly broken between her and Megan.
When talk moved to dinner, Josh excused himself and walked back to the house.
Almost out of earshot, he still heard Lindsey say that she liked his penis, it had no beard.
Grinning he went to his room and found Cam taking a shower.
“Hey gorgeous” he said stepping into the shower.
“Hey hot stuff” Cam answered and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.
Their embrace became tighter and Josh cupped her ass cheeks, massaging them.
“Lift me up” Cam whispered and Josh pulled her a bit up.
“A little higher.”
He could feel her pubic hairs teasing his cock and knew what she wanted.
With a little maneuvering of his hips, he managed to get his cockhead in between her lips and slowly let her sink on his cock.
Cam’s cunt was extremely wet and warm, her juices running down his balls and legs almost at once.
“You missed me?” he asked softly.
“This hard part most definitely” she grinned and wrapped her legs around his hips.
“So you are not turning gay on me?”Josh asked innocently and started to fuck the lithe Latino woman in his arms.
“Oh, I am deffo bi” she said, her breath coming faster “and I’ll be seeing more of Angela, maybe even with you there but this, this is what I love most, your cock in my cunt.”
“It is where I belong” Josh said and increased the speed.
They both were panting quickly and with the sound of the water and their love making they didn’t notice Lindsey walking into the bathroom, holding Josh’s boxers.
“Oh yeah, come on stud, make me scream” Cam encouraged Josh and was about to say more when she saw Lindsey.
Lindsey quickly made she silent sign and confused Cam did so.
When the little girl started to play with herself looking at them, Cam lost it.
The sight of Lindsey playing with herself while watching her fuck Josh was too much and she came screaming.
Josh kept his speed up while Cam shook in his arms, moving her back against the wall to stabilize her and to allow him to continue.
“Oh god, keep it there, harder harder” Cam screamed looking at Lindsey.
Lindsey was so aroused that she kept on fingering her young pussy even after her orgasm, her view of the two lovers so clear and close, it kept her horny and active.
Josh was really pounding into Cam, his face showing his tension and when he came, the joy.
“Oh god” he yelled as he blasted his cum into Cam who was almost suspended on his cock, his strength in his arms weakened by his powerful orgasm.
He rested his hands against the wall, Cam stuck between him and the wall, her feet of the ground still suspended on his cock.
She pulled his head up by his hair and kissed him passionately while moving her hand to tell Lindsey to leave the room.
As quietly as she could, Lindsey left the room still very much aroused by what she had seen.
Gently Josh let Cam down by pulling her of his cock and stepping back.
“That was amazing” Josh smiled lovingly at her.
“Yes it was” Cam said, smiling likewise at him.
“Feel up to get some food and cook it with me?” Josh asked while caressing her breasts.
“Sure” she said, teasing him back by jacking his still hard cock.
“Oh” he moaned when she increased her grip and speed.
“You like that, you like it hard and rough?” Cam said getting in a better position.
“When you’re doing it, I do” Josh said standing on his toes as she jacked his cock higher.
“Come for your girlfriend then, give her the cum she deserves” Cam urged Josh on.
Her hand moved like lightning on his cock and despite his climax just a minute ago, she felt him coming again.
“Oh shit, here it comes” Josh cried out and Cam aimed his cock at her face.
Again he shot a massive amount of cum her way and she caught some with her mouth, letting the rest land on her face and chest.
She kept jacking him until no more cum came and when he was spend, she lovingly licked and sucked him clean.
“Why?” Josh asked out of breath.
She smiled at him and got up, giving him a loving hug.
“So your mind will be on dinner, not one me” Cam said “and for letting me be the first to experience someone else in our relationship.”
“I love you” he whispered.
“Love you too” she smiled, hugging him a bit tighter.
Cleaned and getting dressed again, Josh was done quickly with jeans, shirt and boots.
He sat down and watched Cam dress herself.
She had borrowed some clothing from Angela, a black stretch dress with open shoulders and short sleeves, a pair of stay up hoses and a V shaped hip slip.
Her black sneakers looked out of place but not so much it bothered him.
Tying her hair back, she made a pony tail and applied some lipstick.
Josh looked at her transform herself and felt lucky to have her.
She saw his look and struck a pose, smiling wickedly.
“I know” she said walking towards him “I make everything look good on me.”
“That you do” he said and kissed her on the cheek.
Grabbing his phone and wallet they headed out only to meet Angela in the hallway.
“You guys ready?” she asked and both nodded.
“Oh, you look great Cam” Angela said looking her over.
“She’s a gem Josh, better take good care of her”
“I will” he replied to Angela and was surprised when she gave Cam the keys and papers to her car.
“Take mine and be careful okay”
Both agreed and grinned, racing down the stairs.
Cam was in heaven when she sat down behind the wheel, dropping the top and driving them to a local mega store.
Once inside, Josh was staring at the size of the store, nothing like this existed back home.
Smiling Cam took his arm and pushed their cart into the sea of isles.
“So what are we going to cook tonight?” Cam asked Josh.
“Well, there’s Megan and Lindsey, her daughter, Danni and Angela, dad and us, so for seven.”
“I’m thinking simple dishes then so how about a soup first, steak and a salad followed by desert?” Josh suggested.
“Fine by me, I like meat” Cam said and led him to all the places he needed to go.
Half an hour later they stood outside with all their groceries packed.
Next to the megastore stood a small mall and after dumping the groceries in the car, Josh took Cam there for some extra shopping.
When they passed a tattoo shop, Josh stood a while in front of it, looking at all the designs.
“Thinking about getting one?” Cam asked looking as well.
“Yeah maybe” Josh said “I just don’t like needles much.”
“Same here or else I’d have a few already, that and the price, if you really want one, I know where we need to go.”
“Good” Josh said, gave her a kiss and they moved on only to stop a few stores later at a jewelers store.
“What would be a ring that you’d like, in general” Josh asked Cam.
“What kind?” Cam asked, eyeing a cobra shaped ring.
“Engagement” Josh said, his face close to the glass.
Cam looked at him in wonder asking “why do you want to know?”
“So I’ll know what to look for in a few months”
If the mall wasn’t so busy, she would have done him right there.
She felt her eyes get moist with emotion and with a level voice said “something simple and honest, a small stone, preferably white like that one” and she pointed to a simple ring with a small diamond in its setting.
Josh nodded and mumbled “Aha”, the price tag telling him it wasn’t a real diamond.
After a few more glances, they left and Josh entered a shoe store, walking straight to the women’s department.
“We need to get you a decent pair for this outfit” he grinned looking at her sneakers.
“These are nice” she said pointing at a pair of shiny black pumps with thick high heels.
“Try them “ josh said and called a salesperson over.
A few moments later Cam was trying on different pairs and Josh excused himself to check at the men’s side.
He quickly ran out when he was out of sight back to the jewelers store and bought the ring she had shown him, guessing her size.
Cam was still fitting when he came back and had set apart two pairs, one regular style pump, the other more of a small boot, ankle height.
“What do you think?” she asked, showing them both.
“I like them both, let’s get them.”
Cam smiled and was about to protest when Josh pressed his finger on her lips saying “You’ll need quite a few pairs when you accompany me to business dinners and such.”
Thinking it over and feeling all a flutter inside Cam nodded and put her sneakers back on.
They made their way back to the car and once they sat Josh turned to her.
“Cam, this last day with you has been one of the best days in my life and I know we hardly know each other besides the ,eh, physical side but in my heart I know you are the one for me.”
Cam’s face was a picture of happiness and she leaned over to kiss him saying “I feel the same Josh.”
Before she could however Josh said “Like you staked your claim on me, I would like to do the same” and produced a small jewelers box.
“Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Josh asked softly “as soon as I am legal to marry you that is.”
Frozen in mid movement, Cam stared first at the box and then at Josh.
He actually meant every word he had said and now he proposed, with ring she thought.
She knew he felt deeply for her, just as she did for him but this still surprised her.
Not knowing what to say, she opened the small box and saw the ring she had chosen with a small card. It read “temporary claim staking ring”.
Feeling tears come up, she looked at the kind face of young Josh and said “Yes, I would love to be your wife.”
Crying she put the ring on, the size a perfect fit for her ring finger and kissed him.
After a few minutes of holding and silly smiling at each other, she felt composed enough to drive back home.
Glances were shared but neither said anything until they reached his home.
“Josh” Cam started “I love you and I will marry you but don’t buy another ring for me okay, this is the one I will treasure, I don’t care if it isn’t a diamond or even if it isn’t gold, it is special.”
Josh smiled, opened the small box and tore the temporary piece of the card.
“Done” he smiled at her and leaned over for a kiss.
She smiled and kissed him back, her hands reaching for his cock.
“Oh no you don’t” Josh smiled and quickly got out of the car.
“But I want to” Cam said with the cutest pout on her lips.
“Tomorrow afternoon, evening and night I am all yours, now we need to cook.”
“God, I am steaming already” she playfully said to him, showing her breasts over her dress.
Josh swallowed and almost took her up on her offer when the front door opened and she quickly hid her breasts again.
Vanessa opened the door in her maid’s uniform and cried out in surprise when she saw Cam get out of the car with Josh.
Hugging each other they started to speak Spanish so rapidly that even if Josh had spoken the language he would not have been able to follow them.
Grabbing the groceries he walked past the girls and said to Cam “don’t forget your shoes and to return the keys to Angela.”
He stopped and placed a quick kiss on Vanessa’s cheek saying “thank you for introducing us.”
Vanessa looked surprised and when Cam flashed her ring the screaming started again.
Josh smiled and walked to the kitchen, starting on dinner.
He had bought everything fresh so he could make all the courses from the ground up.
Starting with the fresh vegetables, he cleaned them and was almost done when Vanessa joined him in the kitchen.
“Josh” she said when he didn’t notice her “will you be true to her and make her happy?”
Surprised Josh turned around and saw the serious face of Vanessa looking at him.
“You have my word on both of your requests Vee” Josh said his hands still washing the salad.
“I plan to marry Cam and love her as she deserves.”
“Why do you ask anyway?” Josh continued, moving on to rubbing the meat.
“She is dear to me and has been hurt before” Vanessa said walking towards him.
“I know its quick and sudden but we have a connection I cannot explain, I just know she’s the one for me” Josh smiled shyly at her.
Vanessa smiled at his sincere smile and hugged him like a brother.
Placing a kiss on his lips she said “I believe you and wish you all the happiness in the world.”
“Thanks” Josh said “and excuse me for not hugging back, I would like to but my hands are covered in spices.”
She grinned at him and held him tighter, even a bit too sexual.
“You know that she’ll be shared right?” Vanessa whispered.
“With you among others I am sure, we discussed that already and agreed as long as it was in the open and not hidden from each other”
“Yeah she just told me that I would be in for a surprise next Wednesday.”
“Why don’t you sleep over tonight, the interview with my dad is tomorrow morning right?”
“It is” Vanessa slowly said looking at him.
“I am quite sure that there is room in Cam’s new bedroom” Josh smiled wickedly.
“Go and ask her” Josh suggested to the surprised Vanessa.
She looked at his grin and smiled back like a predator on the scent of prey.
“I shall” she said and left, looking for Cam.
Almost done with the preparations, Josh was about to start boiling the water when his dad came in for a beer and some wine for the ladies.
“Looks good son” Jonas said proudly.
“I need to thank you for your wise and interesting actions last night and today.”
“Oh, how so?” Josh asked unsure of what his father meant.
“The way you handled Angela, responded to the way Megan and I acted and in general, the amount of new contacts you managed to acquire.”
“I saw the connection between you and Megan dad, no worries there and I figured you would do your own talking with Angela so I just played for time until you could.”
“But it was an interesting night, made a lot of friends there” Josh said grinning.
“That you did son.”
“Oh and dad, this may seem odd but yesterday I met the girl of my dreams, she is gorgeous, smart, talented and willing to share and I have fallen for her like a brick.”
“I asked her to marry me and she said yes” Josh finished, looking at the reaction of his dad.
Jonas just laughed and said “It was the same with your mother Josh, I just knew she was meant for me, always trust your instincts and eh congratulations.”
Vanessa and Cam stopped their kissing when they heard the conversation in the kitchen.
Making no sound they heard Josh tell his dad about Cam and his reply.
Cam was so happy she almost squealed with joy if Vanessa hadn’t forced her tongue back in her mouth.
“You are so lucky” Vanessa whispered between kisses and Cam just nodded emotional.
Hiding in the supply closet, the girls kissed and played with each other until they had to postpone until later that night..
When his dad left, Josh looked up and said “thanks” to no one in particular.
Feeling happy and looking forward to his evening with Danni, he wasn’t surprised when she came in the kitchen, holding a wine glass.
She had changed into a simple cocktail dress with high heeled boots, looking hot and elegant at the same time.
“You collect interesting people don’t you?” Danni said smiling at him.
“I don’t collect them, I just meet then and connect and sometimes you find a good friend.”
Josh walked over, cleaning his hands with a towel and kissed her.
She sat down the wine glass and responded to his kiss, embracing him tightly.
Her lips were so soft and thick and she was such a kisser that Josh couldn’t hold his cock down.
“I came in for a little snack” Danni smirked “but it seems that it’s not so little anymore.”
“You have that effect on me my dear” Josh said with a grin.
“Thank you” she said and blew him a kiss, walking away with her hips swinging.
Josh considered relieving himself quickly in the bathroom, his nuts thick and ready for action.
He was still thinking it over when Lindsey came running in and diving under the table.
“Please don’t tell mom I’m here” she whispered.
She was hardly done when Megan came running in shouting “Gotcha.”
“You got me alright Meg dearest” Josh smiled and pressed his cock against the counter.
“Hey lover” she said and leaned over the counter to kiss him.
Her gentle tongue played with is for a moment before she pushed up her breasts and said “next time we make love, I’ll let you fuck me between my tits, I found out Saturday that it is a huge turn on for me, huge.”
Josh groaned and pulled her head closer kissing her deeply again.
“Soon then” he said after the kiss “real soon.”
“You don’t mind me hooking up with your dad do you? He really is a great guy.”
“Nope as long as I get to taste you as well, it’s fine with me” Josh said smiling.
“Good, maybe you two can do me together sometime, I just might like that” she grinned.
“Now, where did my little brat run of to, hide and seek in a house this big is no fun for an old girl like me.”
“You’re not old and I’m sure you’ll find her soon enough” Josh said kindly.
“Ah sweet talker you, oh and Lindsey, she’s a chip of the old block if you know what I mean, great girl and apparently a great hider” Megan said and continued her search.
Josh smiled and continued making his vegetable soup, tasting and adding spices when needed.
He had forgotten that Lindsey was hiding beneath the table so he almost dropped the meat when a hand suddenly felt up his cock.
“Sorry” a small voice whispered from beneath the table.
“It’s okay love” Josh said, recovering from his scare.
“Can I ask you a secret question?” she said, moving her head up from beneath the table.
“Sure” Josh answered sitting down in front of her.
“Why is your cock so big, there is no one here but me so is it big for me?” she asked innocently.
Josh blushed at the question and had a hard time coming up with an answer.
When he didn’t reply straight away Lindsey said “Is it because my mom was here? I know she likes being fucked by you, she told me that you were an excellent lover for your age.”
“But you didn’t fuck her and it’s still big” she finished waiting for his answer.
“It is Lindsey, it is still big because I didn’t come yet so it will take some time getting back to normal again” Josh explained.
“Won’t you get blue balls then?”
“Maybe, sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t” Josh answered with a smile.
“I could help you” Lindsey offered smiling naughtily.
“How?” Josh grinned back at the naughty imp.
“You could go in the bathroom and masturbate while I talk dirty to you” she suggested.
Thinking it over, Josh realized it was a kinda hot idea so he agreed and went to the bathroom.
Lindsey quickly joined him, looking out for her mom and locked the door behind them.
“This is so sexy” she whispered when Josh took out his cock and slowly started to jack himself.
Moving closer to see better she whispered “Oh, I would love to have that cock in me, ramming down my wet pussy or deep in my young and underage mouth.”
Licking her lips she looked at Josh’s face before staring at his cock again.
“It’s such a nice cock, made for girls like me” she said sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.
Josh watched her as she started to rub her small tits and pussy beneath her clothes.
“I would love to let you shoot me full of your sperm, in my mouth or on my face.”
“Yeah or between my tits so I can play with it, spread it all over” she moaned softly.
This girl knows her dirty talk Josh thought and felt his balls getting closer to release.
“Josh, can I do it for a moment?” Lindsey asked with her eyes set on cute.
“Sure” he groaned and moved closer to her, letting her small hands jack him.
“Oh this is so nice, so soft and it smells really delicious”
Before he could stop her she had his cock in her mouth and sucked hard on it, her tongue teasing him like a pro.
“Lindsey please, I didn’t agree to this” Josh said about to pull her off.
“I know but I’ll bet you liked it anyway didn’t you” she smirked “mom always says it’s better to say sorry afterwards than to let a chance slip.”
Josh sighed and didn’t stop her from continuing, her mouth doing excellent work.
She stopped again and said “If you want you can fuck me, I am not a virgin anymore.”
“Or if you want to fuck me good at a later time, you can come in my mouth now.”
Josh looked in amazement at the young nubile girl and said “okay, suck me now and we’ll see.”
Lindsey smiled and with even more enthusiasm she started to suck him off.
With two hands around his shaft, she jacked him in her mouth, her tongue pressing heavily on his cockhead. All the while she kept her eyes on his face, watching him as he watched her.
Josh refrained himself of thrusting in her mouth, frustration starting to build as he almost came twice but her inexperience lost the moment.
Lindsey stopped for a moment and said “Sorry, I just like teasing men, are you ready to blow your load?”
Josh nodded and Lindsey smiled, pressed with her thumbs just under his cockhead and did something wonderful with her tongue and mouth, making Josh come in an instant.
Moan was all Josh could do as he watched the little girl suck all his cum out of his cock.
She kept pressing and sucking until he was done, a little saliva and cum dripping down her chin.
“You shoot a lot Josh” she said pleased “and you taste great, I could do this all night.”
Cleaning up in the sink, Josh smiled at Lindsey “that was a great blow job, after dinner if I have a moment, I’ll repay the favor, just follow me to the bathroom, sneaky of course.”
“You betcha Josh” she smiled and pushed him out of the bathroom, needing some time for herself.
Unbelievable Josh thought to himself, that girl teased him twice out of an orgasm and made him cum when she wanted, such skill at that age.

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My amazing life Chapter 3

This is my first story ever. Comments are more than welcome.
This is not a quick climax story. It is more like a short novel, so there is a lot to it.
This story contains details of incest among other sexual fantasies. If you are against such things, please move on.
Everything from here on is completely fictional and never actually happened.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3
I woke up the next morning exhausted. I did not sleep well. I don’t know how long I lay there thinking, but it seemed like an eternity. I was wrestling with the good and the bad. Of course the good was, she wasn’t upset, and that she didn’t seem to be seriously hurt. The bad far outweighed the good though. She was wet, turned on. She admitted it. She felt tight, I felt her pulse. She was so damn hot!
When I thought about the bad, my penis would get rock hard. When I thought about the good, it would get soft. Up and down, up and down. Back and forth, back and forth.
And then it dawned on me, I didn’t wash my hands. Without thinking I raised my left index finger to my nose. The scent was weak, but it was there. Rock hard again. Shit.
I decided to wear underwear downstairs. I didn’t want her to feel guilty about anything by changing the routine. But I knew things were different and I wasn’t sure how my body would react to her in her underwear now after last night, so I wore a pair of briefs under my boxers.
I walked to the bathroom and did my duty and washed my hands. I then walked to the kitchen. As I turned the corner, there was Victoria reaching up into the cupboard for a box of cereal. I admired her for a moment silently. She was wearing an old t-shirt and it was pulled up above the waistband of her little white panties.
Yup, good thing I wore those briefs too.
“Good morning.” I said.
“Oh, good morning dad. How did you sleep?”
She asks me that every morning, but this morning I hoped she wouldn’t.
“Not worth a damn.” I admitted as I sat down in my usual spot.
“Thinking about what happened last night too, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I said, with a hint of sincere desperation. “You?”
“Same thing.” she said. “I had trouble getting to sleep until I masturbated and then I was out like a light.”
“Victoria!” I exclaimed, shocked. I strive for honesty and always reward it, never scold it. But I reacted instinctively.
“Well, it’s true.” She said.
She had filled her bowl and brought it to the table and set it down. She walked over to me and gave me a peck on the forehead and took my head into her arms and gave my head a hug. Routine, but this time I was more aware of her. The way my head nestled between her firm breasts. And, did she hold me there longer than normal? Briefs, good idea.
I kissed her on the arm. Routine.
“Would you like some cereal? I’ll get you some. I also made coffee for you.”
“No cereal, not now. But I will take some coffee, thanks.”
She poured me a cup and added sugar and cream, just the way I like it and brought it to the table for me.
“Here ya go.” she said rather gleefully.
“Thank you, m’dear.” I said as I tipped the cup to her.
I was starting to feel at ease. Other than the longer hug, which may have just been my imagination, things seem perfectly normal. I was glad that neither she nor I pressed the masturbation comment any further.
“So what did you want for your birthday?” I asked.
“Not too much, although I’m not sure how you’ll feel about a couple of them.” she said, not looking up at me, but munching on her cereal.
“Oh boy.” I thought. “Oh yeah, and what might that be?” almost afraid to ask.
“Well,” she said, swallowing, “I want you to take me out. Dinner, movie. I dunno…, maybe dancing. Not like a date…, well, I guess it would kinda be like a date, but not really, ya know? And that means shopping. I want you to get something new and nice, and I want a nice dress too.”
“Ok, I think we can do that without any troubles. And I’m assuming no McDonalds or anything like that, right?”
“Hell no.” she said. “A proper, fancy restaurant.”
“Ok, what else?” I asked, knowing that wasn’t the part she thought I’d disapprove of.
“I want to get my belly button pierced.”
She stopped chewing.
That was it. That was the one. But I wasn’t apprehensive because I didn’t want her to have it. I was apprehensive because of what it would do to me. Especially after last night.
“Uhh, sweetie.”
Aww, c’mon dad. I have wanted one for a while.” She whined as she turned on the puppy eyes that she knows melts my heart and almost makes me give in to anything.
I reasoned for a moment. It was what she wanted, but damn, that is like the sweetest, most erotic piercing a woman can get in my opinion. I knew it would be something that I would enjoy seeing, but also would make it more difficult not to fantasize about her. I would just have to cope, control myself…, deal with it.
“Ok, you can get your belly button pierced.” I sighed.
With that she jumped up and ran over to me and threw herself on my lap and gave me a bunch of kisses on my face. Forehead, cheeks, the tip of my nose and a couple on my lips.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She squealed between each kiss.
She was bouncing on my lap and even though I was focused on her excitement, I could feel myself growing quickly.
“Ok, ok.” I said. “I’ll take some of that cereal now, if you please.” I was grateful I saved that for now. I had to get her off my lap before she noticed what was happening to me.
“Ok!” she exclaimed as she jumped off my lap.
“Is there anything else?” I asked.
“Well, I would like to have a party.”
“Well, YEAH.” I said as I gave her a duh expression. “How many friends?”
“Not that many.” She said. She has lots of them. “Basically just my gymnastics team, and maybe a couple of others from school. And I’d like it to be a sleep over.”
“Well, yeah. We can do that. But I don’t know how that would work with the dinner plans you want.”
“We can do that the night after.” she said.
“Ok, that’ll be fine then. You have to get permission from the parents though.”
“Deal.” She said. “And daddy…”
Shit, I hate it when she says daddy. That usually means she’s going to ask for something I’ll most likely say no to.
She brought over the cereal. “I was wondering if we could get champagne.”
“Hmm. I doubt it sweetheart. You know I don’t have a problem with it, but I doubt if the other parents will go along with it.”
“How about if I ask them? If they say yes, then can we?”
“Well, I suppose. But I need to hear it from them. Not that I don’t trust you, this is just one of those things a parent needs to hear for themselves.” I stated, rather seriously. “Is that it then?”
“Well…..”
“C’mon, spit it out.” I said, thinking there couldn’t be anything else she could come up with that would be difficult for me to decide on.
“I am approaching adulthood and things are starting to change for me…”
“Ok.” I said. “Stop with the defense before I even know what you’re wanting. Just say it.”
“Ok.” She said, rearranging her face into an expression I can only describe as fear. Fear of my reaction. “I want to get thong underwear.”
Holy shit. If I agree to that, how would I control myself? Or, would that mean her days of wearing panties in front of me would be over? I had to really think this one through. It could be bad either way. I struggled inside.
“I’ll have to think about that one. I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no either.”
“Well, while you’re thinking, just try to remember that I’m not a little girl anymore and that it’s something I’d really like to have.”
“Ok, I promise I’ll give it serious thought.” I said, and I wasn’t lying. “Anything else?” I asked.
“Nope. That’s it dad. That’s all I want.”
“All right.” I said. “Now I have to go get dressed for work before I’m late.”
“I don’t know why you even bother going in. You know you don’t have to.” she pouted.
“Because it’s my business.” I said. “And remember, I have that business meeting I have to go to this afternoon, so I might be late getting home.”
“Yeah, I remember.” she said as I headed to my room to get dressed.
I picked out one of my best three piece business suits and put it on and headed back to the kitchen.
“Ok, I’m off.” I said as I walked up behind her to give her a kiss on the back of her head while she did the breakfast dishes. Routine.
“Ok.” She said. “Have a good day, love you.”
Did she just push her ass into me?
“I love you too sweetheart.” And I left the house.

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap 11 & 12

CHAPTER 11
We went boating the following day, taking a lunch from the deli along with some chairs, umbrella, blanket, and a big rubber tire tube. It was Labor Day Weekend—the last big weekend of the summer, although I’ve always enjoyed the later weekends in September—and we planned to enjoy it to the max. I drove the boat out of the harbor, turned left, but grounded it around half way to Crane’s Neck. The beach there is deserted. There’s a big marsh behind the beach and no homes for almost a mile. A small creek leads to the marsh. At high tide the water rushes in and as it ebbs the water rushes out. It’s a blast riding a tube either way, especially because the bottom is only inches below the surface and it’s covered with thousands of rounded stones. Bouncing your butt is great fun as you rush by at twenty miles an hour.
I led Marta to the creek, sitting her in the tube a foot or two before the rapidly moving creek began. Marta looked as if she had a question. “Just keep your hands, feet, and butt up and enjoy. I’ll catch up with you inside.” I gave her a push before she could chicken out. She moved away so fast I couldn’t keep up even though I was sprinting up the beach. When I crossed the crest of the beach I found Marta in a tiny pool laughing like crazy. “How on earth did you ever find this? It’s hilarious.” I pulled her up as we walked back to the Sound, the tube on my shoulder. I explained how as boys Jimmy and I had roamed all up and down these beaches. It was just a matter time before we stumbled over the marsh. Our first excursions in the stream were done without a tube until we went home all black and blue. We had to promise to use a tube or inflatable raft if we ever came back here again; we came often.
Marta rode several times before we decided a rest was in order. I set up the chairs and umbrella; Marta carried the cooler and towels. We sat on the beach and relaxed—not a soul as far as one could see with the exception of the occasional boat that passed by. It was almost a half hour before Marta noticed how truly alone we were. That’s when she lost the top of her suit…and the bottom. I was lost in a book when I heard an “Ahem.” I looked up astonished. “Lotion me?” She spun around seductively, teasing me with her body.
“Did you want lotion from the bottle or my special brew from my special personal container?”
“Tell you what—let’s use the special lotion on my inside and the bottle lotion on my outside. How does that sound?” When I nodded she continued, “Let’s do the inside first, OK?” She pulled me up and my suit down before sitting on the blanket and extending her hand to me. I lay next to her in the shade of the umbrella, pulling her soft supple body to mine. We kissed, gently at first as our passion grew. In minutes we were all over each other—we couldn’t wait to couple…to become one. I moved over Marta, spreading her legs as I settled between them.
I placed my head at the junction of those long shapely legs, stuck out my tongue and licked…and licked…and licked. I enjoyed watching Marta squirm under my ministrations. She almost jumped when I pushed my tongue into her tunnel, rubbing gently against her ultra sensitive G-spot. “Peter,” she groaned, “I need you in me…please.”
I leapt forward, kissing her tender lips with mine as I thrust my hard cock running with pre-cum into her waiting canal. Marta showed her appreciation by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We were engaged in a dance of love and lust, one in which we wiggled and writhed together for what seemed like an hour but was really only minutes until Marta reacted—clamping her thighs around me as she screamed non-stop for almost a minute. At the end she came—shaking, shuddering until she collapsed beneath me drained and covered in a sheet of sweat. I pumped her four more times until I spread my lotion over her womb and vaginal walls. It leaked from her pussy and I watched amazed as she rubbed it into her abdomen and stomach. She lolled on the blanket, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I covered her with a towel to keep the sun from her delicate skin.
We went fishing the following day, rushing the blackfish season just a bit. Fall fishing for blacks is different than in the spring when the preferred bait is sandworms or bloodworms, although clams are sometimes successful, too. In the fall there is only one bait—green crabs. Marta was comical when she first saw the crabs in a plain brown paper bag. I dumped them into an old plastic bucket and covered them with a damp towel. I reached in and grabbed a big one, flipped it over onto its back and cut down the middle. I quartered the crab, removed the legs tossing them overboard and showed Marta how to run the hook through the leg holes. She looked at the big chunk of crab and wondered, “How can a fish get that huge thing into its mouth?”
“I don’t know, but it does. This is the best bait, by far. Just try it.” Marta shook her head as she lowered her hook into the water. After twenty minutes she had yet to get a bite. She pulled her bait in and I changed it. This time she got a nibble—just a little one—but that was followed by a strong bite, one that almost tore her expensive rod and reel from her hands. Marta raised her rod and set the hook, cranked the handle and brought her first black of the fall to the boat. Even after I had netted it she commented, “I still don’t understand it—there’s no way this fish can get that big piece of crab into its mouth.” Then she put on a new piece and went back to work.
On Tuesday I went back to work, spending the morning in a series of meaningless meetings. I had arranged for Marta to meet me for lunch. Tony drove her to school where we joined some of my fellow teachers at a fine restaurant that just happened to serve an outstanding burger even though it wasn’t on the menu. Marta told me that she had been given a new project—modernizing a logo for a well established Fortune 500 company. It would be a challenge and would keep her busy for weeks. Marta explained that she had done this before and that she usually created at least six logos to submit to the company. She stayed with me all afternoon helping me set up my classroom for the opening tomorrow.
We still made love three times a day trying to get her pregnant. The only problem was that I was wearing down. As much as I loved Marta there were physical limits that even I couldn’t break. I woke up in the morning, made love, grabbed a quick shower and drove to work, stopping for coffee and a donut on the way. This all changed one Thursday in early October. I hurried home to do my duty, finding three home pregnancy tests on the kitchen counter. They all said, “Yes.”
I almost fainted from the combined joy and relief. Marta told me she had made an appointment with her gynecologist for the following Friday. It was late so I could go with her. We agreed to say nothing until we knew it was official.
I had been uneasy about Marta being home by herself. With the threats against her life eliminated there was no longer any reason for Tony to be here. I made a suggestion to Marta. I had a student last year whose dad, Russ Sullivan, trained guard dogs. He and I had spoken several times while his daughter Amber was my student and he liked me. Amber had a wonderful experience as my student, blossoming both intellectually and socially. I asked if it were possible for a dog to be both a family pet and a guard dog. “It’s not only possible, that’s the preferred way. When a dog feels he/she is part of a family there’s a natural tendency to be protective. A trained dog is just as loving, but even more protective.”
The following afternoon I took Marta to meet Sara, a nine month old spayed female German Shepherd. She was a beautiful dog; she and Marta hit it off immediately. We made arrangements to come back over the weekend for mutual training as Russ transferred the dominant human in Sara’s life from himself to Marta and me. We took Sara home Sunday afternoon; she was a bargain at $2,500. I walked her around the perimeter of the yard with her at “heel.” We did it again later; I walked and she followed. She stayed within the confines of the yard as Russ had promised she would. I felt much better when I went to work Monday knowing that Marta had not only a companion, but a protector, as well.
CHAPTER 12
We had team teaching in my school—four teachers (English, Math, Social Studies, and Science) all sharing the same students—and this year I had a new member, a Math teacher named Paul DeVito. He was younger than me by a few years. Over the first three weeks of school I learned he was an excellent teacher and a great guy. I invited him to a cookout the last weekend of September. “Come at two. We’ll watch football and drink some beer before dinner. I have someone I want you to meet.”
“Please, Pete, don’t tell me you’re fixing me up! I’m OK, honest.”
“Yeah, right, that’s why you go home and work every afternoon…every evening…and all weekend. You’re new to the area and you don’t know a soul. I have just the person for you—she has a great personality.”
“Oh no! Please, spare me! The last time someone did me a favor like that their dog was better looking.”
“Well, Celia is my wife’s best friend. She’s gorgeous, sexy, fun, and I’ve known her all her life. She’s like a sister to me. I think you’ll be perfect together, besides the worst thing that’ll happen is you’ll get a decent meal for a change.”
“OK, but if she’s a dog I’m never talking to you again.” I laughed all the way to my next class. I told Marta about my plan and she approved immediately. She called Celia, inviting her, but not telling her about Paul. I also called Jimmy and Andrea, inviting them. Saturday Marta and I rose early, cleaned the house and prepped the ribeyes I planned to grill for dinner. Jimmy and Andrea arrived first, followed about ten minutes later by Paul. Celia was last—she was almost always late—so Paul got a good look at her as she walked through the door. I could see that he was surprised. I introduced them to each other, getting the expected reaction from Celia. She pulled me into the kitchen. “You’re fixing me up? Me? Do I look like I need fixing up?”
“No, Celia, but Paul is a great guy and he’s new in town so he knows nobody. Why not be nice to him and give him a chance? He works with me and he’s a wonderful teacher. He’s smart and funny, but he’s a bit shy. Just give him a chance…do it for me…please.” Celia shot some daggers at me but turned to the living room, smiled and sat next to Paul, engaging him in conversation. Twenty minutes later they were still talking. At halftime they walked outside, taking a couple of beers with them. The third quarter was almost over when I checked on them again. They were walking the back yard and Sara was keeping them company, playfully nipping at Celia’s shoes from time to time. I saw Celia make the first move as she reached for Paul’s hand. He took it as they continued to walk. I returned to the game.
At 4:30 Marta brought out some hors d’oeuvres. I called outside, but Celia told me they were OK. At 5:30 I started the grill and cooked the steaks by six. We all talked over dinner and later played some silly board games. Jimmy and Andrea left at nine. Celia pulled Paul up from the couch saying, “We have to go, too. Thanks for a great time.” Paul looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
I saw Paul first thing Monday morning. “That Celia is some woman. She came home with me and we fucked all night, but Sunday morning she made me get up and go to Mass with her. Then we went back home and fucked all day. What an incredible woman!” I felt great that they had gotten along so well. Now it was up to them to see where it went. I wondered what Paul would think when he learned that her father was head of the Long Island mob.
That moment came a few weeks later when he came running into my classroom during our planning period. “Omigod…omigod…you…you…you’ve killed me. Her father is going to kill me. When he finds out I’ve been fucking her I’ll be dead. Thanks a lot, buddy.”
“Relax, Paul nobody’s going to kill you. I assure you Papa already knows. For one thing he knows Celia. He knows Celia can be wild and he knows she has slept around in the past. I promise you he knew that first night when she didn’t come home. Are you dead yet? Of course not, so stop worrying. Trust me…he’s much more interested in marrying her off and getting her out of the house. As long as your intentions are honorable you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Oh, yeah? She invited me to dinner Sunday…with her family. What am I going to do?”
“Do…nothing—just go and enjoy the meal and the company. Jimmy and Andrea will be there—you already know them—and so will Marta and I so you’ll know almost everybody. You’ll love Mama and, frankly, you’ll love Papa, too. Just relax and be yourself. Celia obviously likes you a lot—she’s never invited anyone to dinner before.”
“I hope you’re right. I’m too young to go on the lam.”
I made arrangements to pick Paul up and drive him to the Pelligrini estate. We stopped at the gate as Tony greeted us, “Hi, Pete…Marta, so I guess this is Paul, eh?” I nodded as Paul smiled nervously. “Yeah, you’re one lucky dude hooking up with Celia. Man, she is one hot…oh, sorry, Marta.” He opened the gate and we drove up to the house. The family was there to greet us. Celia ran to the truck, pulling Paul to her and greeting him with a passionate kiss. I saw Paul cringe.
Celia led Paul to the head of the line, introducing him to Papa and Mama. Papa extended his hand; Mama hugged him. I could see Paul relax when he shook hands with Jimmy and kissed Andrea. Marta and I greeted everyone next; I patted Paul on the back as we walked together into the house. Once he had a chance to relax everyone got to meet and know the real Paul; he was witty and sensitive. He treated Celia with the ultimate respect. Nobody reacted at all when Celia sat in his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck.
Dinner was the usual “ordeal.” Fortunately, Marta and I had warned him what to expect so he paced himself throughout the meal. As usual, the women helped Mama clean up and serve the dessert. Marta distributed the cannoli, giving me a kiss instead. We laughed our way through the rest of the evening until it was time to go. I went to round up Paul, but Celia headed me off, “We’ll be taking my car, Petey and thanks. I hate getting fixed up…usually, but not this time. You were right. He is wonderful.”
“That’s funny,” I whispered in her ear as I leaned down to kiss her cheek, “that’s exactly what I told him about you.” She kissed me back and the four of us took our leave.
We were back at Casa Pellegrini at Thanksgiving, seated around the huge table. The Pellegrini tradition is to tell everyone what you are thankful for before eating. This is usually just a sentence or two, but this year it seemed to go on forever. Celia went first; “I’m really thankful that I’ve finally met someone I can love and trust. Despite my initial misgivings I’m thankful that my ‘brother’ Petey had the sense to convince me to give Paul a chance. Thanks, Petey!”
Paul went next: “I’m also thankful for Pete’s intervention in my life. Here I was minding my own business as a happy bachelor and now…. Uh oh, I think I just goofed.” Celia came to his rescue by kissing him and showing everyone the ring she had been hiding up to now. “OK,” Paul continued,” I’m especially thankful for Celia. As you can see I’ve asked her to marry me and, for some reason I can’t fathom, she’s said ‘yes.’” Everyone rose to congratulate the couple. I could see a huge smile on Papa’s face as he shook Paul’s hand.
Next was me: “I’m thankful that fate brought me to Marta, that I was able to save and protect her. More than that, I’m especially thankful that she loves me enough to want to spend all her days with me. I also want to thank all of you for your help and support through our ordeal.” There was polite applause when I finished.
Marta was last. “I think everyone here knows what I’m thankful for…being alive and rescued by the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I’m thankful for all the help everyone in this family has given me. I’m thankful that I have a real family—my own was nothing like this. And, finally, I’m thankful that I am…PREGNANT!”
Again everyone was up to congratulate us with kisses and back slaps. It was almost five minutes before everyone was seated again. Marta continued, “I’m not quite done yet. I’d like to ask Celia if she would be our child’s godmother and Jimmy if he’d be the godfather.”
Both readily agreed before Jimmy spoke, “I’m thankful we can eat now.”
Paul and Celia were married just before Easter; Celia was three months pregnant at the time. Marta had an uneventful pregnancy, sharing her most intimate moments with…Sara—our dog. The school year was almost over when the principal’s secretary came to my classroom door. “It’s time,” she told me, “someone named Celia—is that Mr. DeVito’s wife?” I nodded nervously. “She called to say Marta’s on her way to the hospital.” I ran out as fast as I could. I jumped into my car and drove. The trip was a blur—I remember nothing of it—until I reached the hospital. Then I couldn’t find a parking place. Finally, I ran in, got directions to the right area. A nurse helped me into a gown, cap, and booties. I felt silly, but Marta was thrilled to see me. I kissed Celia and then Marta. I held her hand through the entire birth. It was incredible. Six hours later I was the father of a beautiful baby girl. I was never happier as I hugged Marta and kissed her, telling her for the thousandth time, at least—“I love you.”
The End
NOTE: While this is a work of fiction all the geographical descriptions are real and based on my own experiences. Likewise, all the fishing information is also as I have lived it. Unfortunately, Marta is merely a figment of my imagination.

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King Dong

Kathy’s idea was to jerk her uncle’s shorts down at the family reunion and embarrass him. It didn’t occur to her that he might not be wearing underwear. So, when she yelled “GOTCHA!”, everyone looked and saw the secret no one had known. Uncle Bob was a monster! Well part of him was monstrous anyway. And Kathy wasn’t the only one to notice.

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My marriage wasn’t much of one. It felt more like a partnership than a marriage. I was on the road a lot to make ends meet and my wife was working part time, being homemaker and raising our daughter. Needless to say, we both were pretty miserable without being able to spend much time together.
Then the unthinkable happened. While traveling through Kansas toward a South Carolina destination, I got a call from my sister that no sister should have to make. My wife and daughter perished in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver. I thought I was living a lonely life before but now….well, it got worse. When I would go back to the house, it felt empty, dead and hard to stay. So I kept a few mementos’, cleaned up the place and sold it.
That was almost a year ago. In all honesty, the first holidays you observe are the toughest. They bring back the fact they’re not there to enjoy those good times with you anymore and then the pain reins you in to a near catatonic state. In addition, dealing with the death of my last living grandparent a few weeks ago isn’t as bad as it wasn’t a shock. She was ill for a long time and it was more of a relief than anything else that she was no longer suffering. I was in North Dakota when my Aunt Jean called to let me know Grandma passed on. I wasn’t able to make the funeral and scheduled time off to spend with Aunt Jean as soon as I could.
Aunt Jean had always been my favorite. She always seemed bubbly and happy. I had a crush on her for the longest time. She was only five feet tall, very dark brown hair that she always kept midway down her back but recently cut it to shoulder length. Though petite, she sported a nice figure on the order of a 35C-24-35 and might have weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. That was my memory of her when I was much younger. The few times I had visited, she always looked great and we always had fun driving around in her Porsche 914! My Dad was the oldest and she was the baby of the family and we were only fourteen years apart in age. Now at 46, alone and driving a truck, I couldn’t wait to get off the road and visit Aunt Jean at her new place she built and talk about good times we had at Grandma’s old house.
When I drove up into the driveway, my Aunt came running out to meet me, ecstatic that I could make it. As soon as we embraced, she broke down into sobs thanking me for coming. Grandpa and all three of her siblings were gone and she felt so alone having to take care of Grandma before she passed away. After several minutes of hugging and comforting each other, we went inside her house to talk about how things are going. She fixed us some coffee and we talked about all the stuff that was to be shipped to living relatives based on the Will. We talked for hours with good memories and bad coming back to us about Grandma. Before we knew it, it had grown dark outside and neither of us had supper.
“Would you want Italian or Mexican tonight?” She asked in her soothing southern accent.
“Italian. I don’t think my stomach will handle that kind of spice tonight.” I replied.
“Get your boots on and let’s go then! I’ll be just a couple of minutes.” She said cheerily. “Let’s take your Jeep. I haven’t had a ride in one of those yet.” With that, she winked and went upstairs to her bedroom to change.
I went to my room and changed into an upper-casual set of clothes. Kaki brown trousers, dark green button-down front dress shirt and black dress cowboy boots. After brushing my hair I waited in the foyer for her to return. A few minutes later I heard her close her door and start descending the stairs when I looked up. The room seemed to light up and my eyes widened as she took each step in an elegant and very feminine decent down a staircase. She was wearing a white casual dress with a black belt and black three inch spike high heeled shoes. The dress extended to just below the knee and sported a shoulder baring ruffle which hid sleeve loops to prevent them from sliding up onto her shoulders. She had her hair down but was adorned with a white hair band like those from the sixties, over the top of her head. Coupled with her amazing green eyes she looked to be in her mid-thirties. The look was classic demure elegance. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked straight at me and smiled knowingly. She knew she had that effect on men. She came up to me and with a slender finger, gently lifted my chin to close my mouth. I swallowed a hard dry lump. She looked fantastic and I then remembered why I had such a crush on her waaaaay back when. Apparently, I still had one.
“I take it you like my dress?” she asked as she twirled around for me to see the whole thing smiling happily. Her skirt flared out and I could see the white lace garters on her nude colored stockings high up on her thighs raising my temperature considerably. I thought she had good looking legs but I never suspected she wore stockings! I simply nodded in answer to her question as anything I would try to have said would either come out cracking like a puberty teen or a croak. She held out a hand, palm down and like a gentleman, I took on the chivalrous role she initiated and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, large as I then thought she saw mine were. With her in hand I guided her through the door to the Jeep.
Southern nights in Georgia can be quite uncomfortable. Tonight wasn’t one of those hot steamy nights. Instead it was quite pleasant. We still needed the air conditioning but didn’t need it going full tilt. She directed me on where to turn to get to the restaurant and in no time we were pulling up to a very nice one. I parked up close to the building so she wouldn’t have to walk in those high heels which I’m sure she didn’t wear but on rare occasions. I got out and hurriedly moved around to open her door before she opened it. I needn’t have worried. She sat there as befits a proper lady waiting patiently. I opened the door and held out my hand. She took it and swung her legs over and slid out landing on her feet expertly as if she’d done it all her life. When she was married, her husband always had a full-sized pick up with large tires and wherever they went, it was in his truck. She only drove her car when he wasn’t going anywhere with her.
“I remember that huge Jeep your dad had. It was so high up I was always afraid if I fell out, I’d fall on my face long before my feet hit.” She said. We laughed at that. His was a 1977 Cherokee Chief with the big tires and it was a doozie of a step. Any woman in a dress or skirt would have to hike it up pretty high to manage getting in or out. She commented that she liked this one better as it didn’t try to catch her dress and make it ride up. I gave a half-smile wondering why she commented on that. We walked up to the Maître d’ and asked for our names. I gave him mine and he found it on the reservation list.
“It is a pleasure to have you and your lovely wife here to dine with us tonight. “ He said reaching for her hand then bowing at the hip and kissing the back of it gently. My eyebrows launched upward then I frowned and she gave me a firm look and barely perceptible shake of her head. When the Maître d’ risen from his bow at the hip, she was smiling again at him.
“This way to your table please.” The Maître d’ said and turned to stride purposefully into the dining rooms. Aunt Jean lifted her hand palm down again and I took it leading her to follow in the Maître d’s wake.
On the way to our booth, I caught a few of the men glancing at my aunt. Others openly stared. It was fairly easy to tell who was admiring and who was leering. I reacted to the leering in a not so subtle switch to protect mode as some of the leering ones made eye contact with me and the meaning clear. I immediately felt my grip on her hand tighten slightly as my jaw set and six foot two inch frame tensed as if readying for battle. She looked at me and whispered something in my ear I couldn’t process right away in my state of mind. I did relax but only a little until we were seated in a mostly unoccupied section of the dining area. A wall separating this area from the main dining area gave the impression of a separate restaurant. Curtains crossed the open doorway blocked the view and most of the sound of the other restaurant patrons and I relaxed considerably once we were seated. This area was considerably more quiet as I looked around with a quick glance to take in the thicker carpet as well as the drapes on the walls. Our little privacy booth was also decorated with drapes and other material that trapped noise. Sound did not carry in here very well at all so patrons could have comfortable conversations without being overheard.
“My name is Morgan. If I may be of any further assistance, please notify Stephan, your waiter.” He said while handing out a wine list. Morgan bowed again, turned and headed to the front desk. I started to open my mouth but Aunt Jean was quicker.
“I’m moving over here so I can see the wine list too.” She said as she moved around to my side of the booth. It was just wide enough to fit two people comfortably. Confused about Morgan’s welcoming statement, Aunt Jean sat down next to him and he dumbly gave over for her to hold the other end of the wine list.
“What will you be having tonight? Beef, chicken, fish or pork?” she asked me. My mind still dwelling on Morgan’s statement didn’t respond and she asked again.
“Oh. Sorry Aunt Jean. Uh. I think I’ll have lasagne with meat sauce and a glass of Zinfandel. I’m not too well versed on wines but I do know red goes with meat dishes and white with fish. Beyond that, I know little besides what my taste buds tell me.” I said.
“A sensible answer.” She said then looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “I think I’ll have the spinach lasagne with a Pinot Noir.” She said as she leaned a little further over toward me. I was just about to ask her about Morgan’s welcome when our waiter, Perry showed up.
“Good evening. I am Perry and I will be your waiter tonight.” He said. “may I start you off with your wine order perhaps?”
I spoke up and gave him our wine choice as well as our meal choice. Perry thanked us for our orders and left to take our choice to the kitchen. Again I was just about ask the question when Aunt Jean spoke up first again.
“I know you’re confused about Morgan’s apparent mistake in naming me your wife.” She said looking me straight in the eye.
“But I meant for that to happen. “ she said and as I opened my mouth to voice another question, she put a finger on my lips to silence me.
“I know it seems odd I would want that impression. I also know that though we are related, we are also only 14 years apart in age. I thought it might be fun to assume the role of a married couple. Lord knows I wish I could have a life-long companion again.” She said softly and looked down at the table but her eyes wouldn’t focus on it.
“I must I am a bit shocked Aunt Jean. I didn’t know you were that lonely. I mean, you look great! I know you’re sixty but you look better than any thirty-something I know.” I said. “I can’t imagine you having any trouble getting dates.”
She smiled, a little sadly then said, “I may look as young as you think you see me but I don’t feel that young anymore. I feel like I’ve missed a good amount of my life trying to make my marriage work and in the end, fail.”
“But..” I cut off as she shook her head slowly.
“I’m too old to be going on dates and making the bar scene or using those online dating sites. I’m sixty and I feel every bit of my age.” She said then lain her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I wish I could go back and fix my current life.”
I thought of my family and the pain it brought back. I looked at the wedding band on my finger then noticed aunt Jean was wearing hers and the question I wanted to ask came to mind again.
“Why are you wearing your wedding band Aunt Jean?” I asked.
She looked at her left hand and gave a half smile. “I guess I wanted to feel like I’m attached to someone and thought maybe you and I could just pretend we were a happy couple but…” she trailed off.
“But what?” I asked. I had a feeling what she meant but wanted her to say it.
“Oh nothing. Just an old woman’s fanciful dream so as not to feel like she’s the last of her generation. Don’t worry Ben. I didn’t want to bring up the hurt you must be feeling having lost your family too. I’m sorry.” She said and started to move out of the booth. He put a hand on hers to stop her. She stilled then looked into his eyes. His eyes were glistening and realizing what she’d done, hers did too and she sat closer to him again.
A couple minutes later, Perry brought their wine order out and poured each a glass. As he was about to put the bottles on the cart, I stopped him and asked if he would just leave them and add them to our bill. Perry smiled greatly and left them. Aunt Jean was curious now.
“Why?” she asked simply.
“We both have a lot of memories that hurt. This is the elegant way to dissolve many of them. Afterwards, we can either paint the town red or stock up on the way home. Much can disappear in this universal solvent as can more potent potions of patriarchal partaking of the more prodigious poison.” I said. She laughed as her face lit up in surprise.
“You really mean we should get plastered tonight?” she said.
“I partake in extreme patriotic latitude when it comes to this magic solvent.” I said and put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter to me. “A toast to a most magnificent celebration of being the only two lonely people on the planet tonight.” I said raising my glass.
She raised her glass and said, “To our everlasting companionship. May we never feel lonely when we’re together.” Their glasses clinked and made a tiny musical note then downed their glassfuls in large gulps.
Chapter 2
Upon finishing out meals, we were both tipsy and thought it best to save some of the night for more spirits elsewhere. After paying the check, they both went to Morgan and asked for a cab. Morgan did so immediately.
“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” asked Morgan.
“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever had. Thank you for a wonderful meal.” I said.
Morgan nodded and looked at Aunt Jean. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?” he asked. Aunt Jean had a grin on her.
“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said. I missed the “husband” part and looked at Morgan with one eyebrow raised thinking about his addressing my Aunt as
“Mrs. Logan”. I felt a finger on my lips as I was about to open them to protest but I kept silent after that. Aunt Jean pulled me toward the door holding my arm as if I was leading her.
AS we got outside, the warm night air seemed to have a calming effect. We sat silently and waited for the cab to show up. Once it did, we piled into the back and told the driver to head to the nearest classy bar.
After we arrived, we headed straight for any corner table or booth we could find and sit down. When we found one, a waitress was already waiting to take our orders. I ordered a Rum and Coke while Aunt Jean ordered a Bloody Mary. She sat next to me and we listened to the live music onstage. It wasn’t loud but loud enough. The waitress returned with our drinks then promptly left our table. We sat there taking sips and watching the band play.
After half of her drink was gone, she leaned over into me. I settled back and let her get comfortable. The waitress came back to check on us and we both ordered Margaritas for our next round.
“I like this place Aunt Jean. You have excellent taste as usual.” I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She then reached up behind my head and pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me on the lips. Not one of those family type kisses but a short one albeit deeper kiss. My mind seemed to have gone totally blank at that moment and as I started to kiss her back, she pulled away and held my gaze.
“I think it’s time that while your with me you should call me Jean. Just Jean.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow as if to question what I heard. She smiled and nodded.
“I’m glad you liked it Ben. I’m also glad our cab driver knew about this place. I couldn’t remember the name but classy it is.” She said changing the subject back to my original comment. I just sat there dumbly trying to figure out what was going on through the muzziness of the drinks. She nestled into me further and I could swear I heard or rather felt her sigh. A few moments later I felt one of her hands on my thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. I was so muzzy from drink that it took a moment to process what was happening. Reactively or by instinct, I didn’t know what was what at this point, my right hand tucked around her slender waist and gently rubbed her stomach through the fabric of her dress. Her hand went to stroking my thigh and an all too familiar ache began to stir down there.
Suddenly she sat up and in a flowing motion to leave the booth took my hand and pulled me up with her. I went with the flow and she headed for the dance floor. Not caring now about what transpired in the booth, we hit the dance floor and had a blast just cutting loose. After the fourth song, we left the floor and got back to our booth gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God! I haven’t had so much fun in forever it seems!” she said breathless. The muzzy feeling seemed to have diminished some as most of our Margarita’s were still intact. She gulped hers and I sipped mine. I was curious about her behavior now. She was acting like she was in her twenties at sixty. I had a sudden anxious moment as the thought hit me that she might have health problems I wasn’t aware of. The thought of her just dropping dead of a heart attack sobered me up considerably.
She turned and kissed me on the lips again but held it longer this time. I kissed back. She pulled away and looked in my eyes in contemplation. I gave her a wry smile and her mouth dropped open. I lifted her jaw closed and gave a half smile and a wink. Before she could react, I pulled her close and waved to our waitress to come over.
“Yes sir?” the waitress said.
“Do you have Champagne here?” I asked.
“Yes. Would you like me to bring two glasses?” she asked.
“No. I think we’ll take two bottles and check out.” I said.
The waitress smile slyly, turned and headed to fill the order. Jean looked up at me.
“Champagne! What’s the occasion or should I ask?” Jean said.
“We are going home to toast the end of our miserable lonely lives for better tomorrows.” I said.
“Oh? And how do you propose to end our miserable lonely lives? Have you figured out something I haven’t?” she said in a mock serious tone. I smiled and kissed her nose. I had taken what she had initiated and fully intended to fulfill her desire.
“I intend to finish what you started and I believe you’ll thoroughly enjoy it.” I said. She hit me with several questions and I ignored them. She even thumped her fist on my chest in an attempt to get me to talk.
The waitress returned with two bottles of champagne and the check. I paid the bill and asked the waitress if she would mind calling us a cab too and tipped her a ten. She had a grin on her face now and she went off to call for a cab. A few minutes later a cab did show up. I helped Jean in and climbed in myself and gave the cab driver the address. Jean sat quietly but occasionally bit her bottom lip. I could see the wheels were turning and trying to work out what I had said. She looked at me several times with expressions of curiosity, concern and worry. I figured when she got that last one she had come to some sort of conclusion. When she looked over to me again with that worried look, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she kissed back. As I started to pull away, she went with me and kept our lips locked until she couldn’t lean any further over. I stared ahead but in my peripheral vision, I could tell she was staring at me and then I felt a hand on my thigh again.
Just then the cab bumped over a speed bump at the entrance to the driveway of her house. The spell broken, she sat upright and folded her hands in her lap until the cab stopped. I paid the driver, got out and went around to her side. Setting the champagne down I opened the door, held out my hand and helped her out. Closing the door the driver almost immediately took off not bothering to make sure we were clear of the car to earn his next fare. I instinctively grabbed Jean around the waist and pulled her clear as I was sure the mirror would have clipped her. I shook my fist at the driver and noticed Jean was holding on to me and looking up at me.
“Thank you Ben.” She said in a husky voice. I didn’t relinquish my hold on her waist as I made sure the cab driver didn’t hit anything or anyone in his rush to leave. When he took off, I looked down at Jean and she was staring me in the eyes. A softer look now than before.
“Shall we go inside?” I asked. She shook her head. “Where then?”
“To the pool.” She said and began to lead off letting her arm fall from around my waist. I let her go and knelt to pick up the champagne bottles. I turned my head to see which way she was heading and was entranced as my eyes followed her. She walked with a sway to her hips I don’t remember ever seeing her having before. It was a seductive rather than a regular hip-swinging style of walk. It was amazing to watch. Before I knew it she turned her head and looked back at me smiling.
“Are you coming?” she asked in a sultry voice. My mind was thinking I should be in more ways than one after seeing her walk that way. I gulped knowing what I was doing but the fact that she was perpetuating it was incredibly arousing. I stood up and caught up with her in only a few strides. My mind knew what we were about to do and my cock was reacting with an intensity I haven’t felt in a long long time. I held our my arm to her and she took it and hugged it as we walked to the fence gate that opened to the back yard.
She punched in a key-code on the keypad and the lock clicked. I pulled the door open and let her through then pulled the door closed behind me. The yard was lit up with accent lighting low to the ground and gave the impression of a very large area surrounded by trees, bushes and an assortment of flower beds. She loved gardening and it showed in the little light there was. I also noticed that the area felt totally secluded and with the new moon, was absolutely dark where the light couldn’t reach.
“It seems like we’re out in the middle of nowhere.” I said looking up and saw the stars blazing overhead.
“I know. The nearest house is actually a few hundred yards in any direction. I built the house in the middle of the property so I could have the peace and quiet I couldn’t have in the old place. Now that I have it, I feel more isolated in more ways than one. But it is home and I do love to keep up with the yard work. I inherited a lot you know. I’m the only living kin she had and I wanted to do something nice without going overboard for myself.”
I looked down at the ground and a few memories of Grandma’s old place flashed through my mind. “Yeah. I never knew how well off she was until you and I talked about it. And instead of going crazy with the money, you built your dream home where you wanted and can live peacefully without guilt. Anyone who can be that responsible with that much inheritance deserves a little something for themselves. Another reason to celebrate!” I said hoisting the bottles in the air.
She smiled, giggled and clapped her hands bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like an excited little girl. “Let’s start now!” she exclaimed. She bent down, pulled off her high heels and with them in hand, ran through the grass toward the pool. I ran after her. It was wonderful to see her so happy and bubbly again.
We climbed the stone stair steps cut into the side of the slope leading up to the pool from the back yard. The pool was a pretty good sized one and on the same level as the first floor of the house. The back of the house was built into a slope so the lowest level was a semi-basement. This was the game/media/great room with two bedrooms and a full common bath. It’s intention was clearly for guests and recreation.
The slope lead down into a level area with the large trees, bushes and such hence the stone stairway. Upon reaching the pool area, the motion sensor lights came on and flooded the area with a harsh bluish white light. Jean went to a panel next to the large sliding glass doors and turned them off. The effect was the total loss of night vision and spots remained for a couple of minutes while my eyes adjusted again to the dark. The low accent lighting turned on around the pool as did the underwater lights. I saw her running toward the pool and with a leap as graceful as a deer, dove into the pool. In that instant, I realized she wasn’t wearing her dress. The low lighting kept her pretty well hidden as did my still recovering night vision. The splash sound she made was small as she swam daily and enjoyed diving that started in high school. She won a few championships both at the county and state levels but declined invitations to try out for Olympic competition. Then it occurred to me that she wasn’t wearing her dress again. I stopped and looked. She was swimming back toward me and in the soft glow of the pool lights, I couldn’t see that she was wearing anything. My heart started pounding in my chest and my breathing was changing as my own passion rose. She got to the edge of the pool and rose up to lay her arms over the edge to prop her up while keeping everything in the water.
“Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to offer up some of that champagne?” she asked in a playful tone. I came to my senses and went over to the wet bar near the glass doors to retrieve two glasses and put one of the bottles into the chiller. I looked over to her and she had her arms up on the edge of the pool looking at me. I calmed myself a little before I spoke.
“It will take a few minutes to chill the bubbly. They got a bit warm.” I said.
“There’s some beer and coolers in the fridge under the counter. Bring me a cooler if you would please?” she said.
I looked under the counter and took two coolers out then walked over to where she was and handed her one. I took a seat at the nearest table and started downing mine. My mind was racing and things had gotten too clear and I wanted that muzzy feeling again.
“Why don’t you come on in. The water’s fine.” She said with a coquettish smile. I just looked at her in wonderment.
‘This woman seems to want you like you want her.’ I thought to myself.
“C’mon!” she said. “Go for it!”
I knew she had to be referring to my reluctance to get into the pool but my mind twisted it into an invitation to show my prowess. I smiled as I realized that had already been taken care of. After another moment of considering what was to become of us from now on, I made up my mind to be with her fully and completely. So I stood up and began removing my clothes. When I stood up and dropped my trousers and boxers at the same time, I heard her gasp and she caught her breath. My cock stood out proudly with a slight up turn. I looked at her and saw her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung open. With a sly grin, I moved toward the edge of the pool and I heard a whispered “Oh my Gawd!” slip past her lips as she could see my cock bouncing and swaying. I dove into the pool knowing she was following with her gaze.
I swam to the far end hit the wall and swam toward her. Under water I could see that she still had on her stockings but no panties or bra. When she turned to follow me, I could tell as I got closer that she was also trimmed and partially shaved. I got closer still and could now make out the large swell of her labia. She was plumped and my cock was beginning to hurt from the most intense erection I could ever recall having.
I broke the surface a few feet away from her in a quick upward movement like a whale trying to fly free of the water. When I put my feet down and stood up the water came to my stomach and I looked straight at her. She had a hand up to her mouth biting down on two fingers and an incredulous look on her face. I continued to just stand there waiting for her to make the next move. She looked into my eyes and read my mind. She came to me.
She walked over to me never breaking eye contact, lowered her hand from her face and held both out to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself up and deposited a deep, long, wet kiss on my lips. I stood there kissing her without moving. I wanted to make sure she wanted this. When she broke the kiss and pulled back, I saw a glimmer of trepidation in those beautiful green eyes. I slowly brought my arms around her and embraced her. As I did, her pupils dilated even further and she kissed me hungrily this time. In that moment, we ceased to be related as Aunt and Nephew.
After we came up for air our breathing was ragged as though we had been running from the Hounds of Hell. Without words, her legs now wrapped around me and her hand guiding my cock toward her pussy. I felt the tip nudge her opening and she began to slid it between her folds. Pulling with her legs she began to bear down in impatience. I felt pre-cum pulse from my cock and the head slipped in slightly. Then she bore down again and the head slipped past her opening. She moaned and let herself get used to being penetrated. It had been a long time since she made love. It had been a very long time indeed. She had toys but seldom used them and it had been a long time since she had used them too. She wasn’t tight like a woman in her twenties but she was very snug and after each attempt to bear down and I went a little deeper then stopped to accommodate herself to my cock.
I should tell you that I wasn’t endowed with an average cock else she most likely would have been able to spear herself on me in the first or second downward thrust. My cock is about ten inches long and the diameter nearly two and half inches at the widest part about half way down the shaft before it narrows slightly back to two inches. The head is just under two inches across. Being tapered at both ends offers my lady friends a unique feeling of being expanded and they are able to “capture” me inside them at the just the right moment of their choosing. The tapering came about from an auto accident and the resulting surgery I had to have. But that’s another story.
Jean was now moving up and down in short movements to increase my depth into her. The water wasn’t helping as it diluted both our juices as my shaft slid out. Her eyes closed, she was a picture of exotic, aroused concentration as she kept the short movements going to make me impale her deeper. With only half of me inside, she wanted more and with more urgent thrusting, she was getting it. I could feel a sudden rise in heat as her lubricating juices flooded around my cock suddenly and she did indeed slide deeper. I put my hands down on her hips and helped push her down on me. Her hands came from around my neck and grabbed for my shoulders, her nails digging in. I felt a fluttering around my cock and then hard contractions. I pulled her down harder on each thrust forcing her down on my cock more. Her head fell back and a low stuttering moaning wail came from her throat as she came and convulsed.
It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm from all appearances but it was a deep one. Her breathing slowed after a couple of minutes but her pussy was contracting often. I held her hips down and let her orgasm play out. Her grip on my shoulders became weak and I shifted my hands up behind her back to support her. I let her lay back and “float” making sure to keep her head above water. Her arms slid into the water and floated out from her sides. The grip her legs had around me also lessened. I supported her in this position for a few minutes letting her enjoy the ecstasy of her moment in time.
I hadn’t cum and being buried to the hilt in her watching her float was intensely erotic to say the least. This kept me hard throughout. As her legs relaxed, I pulled them up and kept her knees bent holding then to my sides. In this, she could float without any support under her back. She was beautiful to say the least. Her nipples peaked and hard as diamonds as the water lapped over them, the moisture evaporating and causing a cooling sensation. I could still feel her contractions but they were weaker now. She had the instant gratification orgasm she wanted and I was happy to help.
Her eyes opened dreamily and the smile she had when she came remained. This was the moment of truth. Our act of incest. Would she become guilty or not? She looked down her chest up into my eyes. The smile remained and a new look of newfound compassion was on her face. The afterglow of her orgasm no doubt but no sign of guilt.
“Thank you.” She whispered as she hugged her legs to me enjoying the feeling of float free in space.
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Oh so naughty

Following my divorce, I found myself living alone for the first time in 10 years. At first it was great. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. No-one to answer to, just chill out and have fun.
I moved to a new house on the edge of town, close enough for work but well away from my past.
After a few months though, I realised that there was one thing I did miss from my married life.
Sex!
I hadn’t had any for ages and it was getting me well and truly down. Sure, my right arm helped a bit, but you can only do so much alone can’t you?
So can you blame me for what happened?
Sure, I know it was wrong, but given the circumstances, what would you have done?
Well, here’s what I did, and I’ll let you be the judge.
My new house was in the suburbs, and had a decent sized back garden which joined on to the next door neighbours. Clearly, the previous owners had been good friends with next door because there was a gate between the two properties. There had been some coming and going and I guessed it was probably
the children of the house, judging by the swing hanging from a tree next door.
My garden had a couple of trees as well, two apple trees surrounded by a few raspberry bushes.
It was one afternoon while I was looking at my ‘crop’ of fruit when I heard voices from next door’s garden. Just then I heard a call:
‘Hello there, I don’t think we’ve met?’ came a voice.
It was the man of the house next door. A big, booming voice coming from a big man.
I introduced myself: ‘ Hello, I’m Bob. I just recently moved in’
‘Pleased to meet you’ he said, ‘I’m John’
We stood and chatted for a few minutes, just getting to know each other and generally passing the time of day.
After a while, John called back towards his house, ‘Guys, come and meet the new neighbour’ he called.
From the house came two women, who I quickly realised were his wife and daughter.
His wife was called Liz, and she was a real looker. She had long blond hair, tied back in a pony tail. Although she was dressed very demurely, I could tell that underneath her perfectly respectable dress there was a great body. She smiled as she shook my hand. My much deprived cock perked
up a little at the sight of her. She introduced me to her daughter, Nancy.
She was also dressed very demurely, with her long hair tied back into a pony tail. She was very quiet, and compared with her Mum, she was over-shadowed.
They all invited me over for a drink and I unlatched the gate, and followed them through the garden to their house.
I then had a really pleasant afternoon as I got to know my new neighbours.
It turned out that John was a preacher at the local church, and had a very strict view on life. I remember thinking that explained the outfits his women were wearing, and the way his wife followed his every word with rapt interest.
Nancy it turned out was home on holiday from a religious college, where she was training to join the church. I soon realised that the particular branch of the church to which they belonged were very strict Presbyterian, with strong views on morality, and a very firmly heard view that women were subservient and should only speak when they were spoken to.
Oh well, I thought. He probably would be most upset if he realised that as John was chatting to me, I was desperately trying to stop fantasizing about fucking his wife!
After an hour or so, I felt it was time to go, so I made my excuses. I got back to my house and went for a shower.
When I came out, I went through to my bedroom and started to dry myself off. My bedroom had patio doors instead of windows, which led out into the back garden. It was as I stood in front of the doors that I noticed a flash of movement at the foot of the garden, close to the trees. I carried on drying myself, and watched out of the corner of my eye. I was pretty certain that there was someone in my garden, and that they were watching me. I was also pretty damn certain that someone was none other than Liz, my next
door neighbour. I slowly towelled myself down, and paid particular attention to drying my cock, which was beginning to harden by now.
I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before, but the thought of being secretly watched was a major turn on.
Now, I have to be honest here. I’m no great looking guy, what with being in my forties, slightly balding and with a slight paunch. But I do know that I’ve got a pretty decent cock. It’s about 8 inches long and, just as importantly I’m told, pretty thick. As I stiffened, I made sure I gave Liz the full show.
Then, gently stroking my now fully erect cock, I opened the patio doors and called down the garden softly.
‘Why don’t you stop hiding down there and come on up for a better look?’
I smiled to myself and turned my back to the window as I saw the bushes twitch. I picked up a dressing gown, wrapped it loosely round my body and turned as l heard footsteps as Liz came into the room.
‘Fucking hell!’ I thought, it was not Liz, it was Nancy!!!!!
She came in, eyes down at the floor and looking painfully embarrassed.
‘i’m so sorry’ she said. ‘I came over for some fruit and saw you. I didn’t mean to look!’
‘It’s ok’ I said gently. The poor girl was obviously upset.
‘ it’s not’ she replied, ’ my father will kill me if he finds out. He’s very strict and will probably get me thrown out of college!’
‘ for goodness sake’ I replied, ’ its no big deal. On a scale of 1 to 10 it can’t be worse than about a 2, and anyway, I won’t tell’
She looked up at me for the first time; ‘You’re kidding aren’t you? My Dad would call that a 9’.
I laughed, and closed the patio doors. I pulled the curtain closed, and turned around to face her.
‘ I work to an entirely different scale’ I said. ‘For example, you came up here when I offered you a better look. That better look would still only be about a 2 on my scale’
She sat down on my bed and looked up at me.
‘Do you mean I won’t get into any more trouble?’
‘No’ I replied, as I untied my gown, opened it and let it drop to the ground. My cock bounced up to attention, just inches from her face.
Her eyes widened as she tried to take it all in. 8 inches of rock hard cock bouncing around in front of her eyes. She stared, and I saw a flush begin to spread around her neck and throat.
‘You can get up and walk out any time you like’ I said, ‘butI rather think you’ve never seen a cock before, and you are enjoying what you see’
She never took her eyes off my cock as she shook her head.
A droplet of cum was beginning to seep from the end of my cock as I said to her:
‘It would only be a 3 if you were to touch it’
She looked up at me, confused but clearly excited.
Then, joy of joys, she reached up and gently touched me.
My cock twitched hard at her touch and she recoiled quickly.
But just as quickly she came back for more and grabbed me firmly. Gently she began to stroke my knob. She may never have had a cock in her hand before, but by fuck she was a quick
learner. I whispered a few words of encouragement, and showed her how to grip my cock and then she started to wank me off. She looked up into my eyes as her stroke steadily brought me closer and closer to the edge.
‘3 is nothing, ’ she said as she licked her lips and started to lick the end of my cock.
‘Oh my God’ I moaned, as her tongue flicked up and down my cock, her hand keeping up a steady rhythm.
‘Suck it!’ I cried out and she put the head of my cock into her mouth. It was her first time and she must have scraped her teeth along my cock because I felt a sudden sharp pain.
It was enough to bring me back from the edge of orgasm. I looked down and saw this pretty little thing with her mouth firmly clamped around 8 inches of rock hard cock. Gently, I placed my hand on her head and started to guide her movements. As she got the hang of it, she began to give me a fantastic blow
job. A few words of encouragement and she soon brought me back to the edge of orgasm.
‘ I’m coming !’ I cried out.
She just kept on sucking and stroking and soon the accumulated load of cum filled her mouth as I shot into her in spurts.
Holding her head by her pony tail, I fucked her mouth hard until every drop of cum was out. I looked down at her.
She looked up into my eyes and smiled, as my cum dripped down her face.
‘Wow!’ she said, ‘If that’s only a 4, I cant wait to climb the scale’
I sat down beside her on the bed and kissed her on the lips my cum tasting salty from her mouth.
‘ You can be sure that I’ll be there when you do!’, I gasped.
She stood up, straightened her dress and opened the curtains and door.
‘I have to go now’ she said. ‘but I’ll be back tomorrow and you can show me a 5!’
She skipped off across the garden, through the gate and back to her ever so strict parents.
Well, that’s what I did.
What would you have done? Be my judge if you feel you can be.
But ask yourself, when she comes back tomorrow for a ‘5’, what will you do?

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What A Deal, Chapter 2

The next week didn’t happen as planned. Diane had some things that had come up with respect to her kids, so she was too busy and going out of town. Of course, my wife Cindy was not too upset. She continued to egg on this fantasy of both of ours. I had fulfilled my first part already by Cindy telling me to fuck our friend. But the second part was Cindy watching me fuck her, and this was a fantasy of both of ours.
Finally, about three weeks later, I came home a little late from work to find that Cindy and Diane were finishing off a blender of margaritas. It was obvious that they had planned for tonight to be the night. They were both tipsy and giggling and I could see the lust in both their eyes. They had discussed it and now were ready to put it into action. And I was not going to resist!
I smiled and just made another blender of margaritas for the ladies. They kept smirking and laughing and I finally finished with the blender. I poured myself one, topped off theirs, and sat down. It wasn’t until then that they addressed me.
Cindy smiled, looked at Diane and then back at me. “Honey, go ahead upstairs and get in bed… naked of course.” That set off another round of giggles. It made me laugh, too. “We’ll be right up once you are ready.”
I agreed and took my margarita upstairs. I was stripped and in bed in a minute. I couldn’t wait for another chance with Diane while my wife watched. My dick was already hard, just thinking of what was happening. About ten minutes later the two of them came in, carrying full margaritas. I was guessing they needed some liquid courage. They sat the margaritas down and then Cindy came over to me.
“Honey, I have a request.” She smelled like a mix of the margaritas and strawberries from her shampoo. “I want you to put your hands under your head like you are leaning back relaxing and close your eyes. We want to play a little game.”
I looked at her and she was grinning mischievously. “Okay.” I put my head on my hands and lay there with my eyes closed. I could hear them getting undressed and then felt the sheet that was over me ripped back.
“Don’t peek now. We are going to each take a turn sucking this delicious cock here and you have to guess who was whom when we’re done, okay?”
Her speech was a little slurred, and I smiled at that. “Okay, honey. Just tell me how it’s going to work.”
I felt them each get on one side of my legs and then I felt a warm mouth descend over my cock. It was wonderful. I could feel the woman’s hair lightly swishing over my stomach and hip as she leaned over from my right side. She tickled my head and licked up and down a few times. Then she took the entire thing into her mouth and bobbed up and down, her tongue dancing against the underside. Finally, she came off my dick with a pop. I heard the giggles, but kept my eyes closed. I was evaluating the mouth. It didn’t feel like my wife’s and there was no real indication that I could focus on. My wife does some things that I have only felt her do and was trying to feel that. It was just the way she swirled her tongue as she sucked. It always drove me wild. This tongue was not doing that. I was just hoping that it wasn’t a set up.
“Okay, honey. That was mouth number 1. Now for mouth number 2. After this, you have to guess. If you guess correctly, you get a prize.”
I wondered what the hell the prize could be since I was already living one of my greatest fantasies. In any case, I felt the second mouth take my dick into its mouth. This one was from the left and I could feel the same kind of hair tickling me. Not a good clue since they both wore their hair about the same length. This mouth worked a little harder and really swirled a tongue around my dick. This was exactly what my wife loved to do. I was really enjoying this one, too, and the idea that they were on either side of me watching each other just added to the excitement. This one also came off with a pop.
“So.” A hand grabbed my dick. “Which mouth was which?”
I smiled. “Diane was number 1 and you were number 2.”
I heard giggling. “Correct. Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes and the two beauties were lying there, naked, draped over my thighs.
“Do you want to know anything about your prize? You can’t have it until later.” Cindy looked at me with a gleam in her eye. Diane blushed. I wondered what that was about.
I took the ‘be good to your wife’ road. “Honey, if there is any greater prize than what you two just gave me, then I surely can’t think of it right now. I’m just so amazed that I have two gorgeous naked babes in bed with me that I can’t believe it.”
My wife smiled. She knew me too well and grinned. “Good answer, smartass. In any case, you can’t have it now. You’ll get it later, so there.” She squeezed my dick and stuck her tongue out at me.
I had to laugh. “Well, I’m trying to be on my best behavior.”
“Well, you’d better be, buster.” She teased me and then held my cock straight up. “Well, Diane, I think it’s about time that you climbed aboard the Dennis express.”
Diane wasted no time and climbed over me, avoiding Cindy who continued to hold my dick up for her. I was surprised by this since Cindy had made it clear that she was only going to watch. When Diane got over the top of my dick, she took control of it. I wondered how wet she was, but it turned out to not be a problem. She rubbed my cock head around her opening and it was very wet. Once she got the head lubricated, she lowered herself and bounced three times, each time getting a little more. By the third bounce she had my dick buried in her and only then did my wife release the bottom of my dick. Diane felt hot, tight, and wonderful. She was a gorgeous woman. Her auburn was spilling about her face; her nice tits, with just a bit of sag, were like ripe fruits hanging here, and over it all was this smiling face, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the moment of full penetration.
My wife, who’s a beautiful brunette in her own right, crawled up around Diane and lay next to me. She looked at me. “So what do you think?”
“I think I’m in heaven having two beautiful mature women taking care of me.”
My wife rose up a little. “Mature?”
I backpedaled quickly, knowing she was sensitive about her age. “I meant that I’m not dealing with sexual novices. You two really know now to please a man.”
She grinned and lay back down. “Okay, I’ll let that slide.”
Diane started bouncing up and down a little and rocking back and forth. She was murmuring and moaning so that it came out like a cat purring. Cindy looked up at her. “She really is a beautiful woman. I wish I had her tits.”
I reached over and grabbed one of my wife’s B-cup tits. My wife was a small woman, she was about 5’4”, 105 pounds with a small tight ass and B-cup breasts. She was still a perfect package in my mind. “I have no idea what you are talking about. You have the most beautiful tits in the world. Diane’s are just different. And remember, variety is the spice of life.”
Cindy smiled as I rolled her nipple. “Mmmm. You mean it’s the spice of fucking!”
“What do you think about her piercing?”
I smiled. “I like it. It looks like its pretty stimulating.”
Diane smiled at us. “It is. It enhances my nipple erections.”
I laughed. “High beams!” I tweaked the left nipple with the little barbell.
Diane squeaked and giggled, but didn’t stop riding me. My wife watched closely.
Diane started rocking and my wife leaned over and kissed me. We kissed for a minute and when we stopped and looked up, Diane was watching closely. “That looks so hot, you kissing him while I fuck him.” I know that it made my dick as hard as it’s been in a while.
Cindy smiled. “Just keep fucking.” Then she did something that really surprised me. She reached up and tweaked Diane’s left nipple with the piercing.
Diane squealed. “Oh, fuck, that went right to my pussy! Keep tweaking.”
My wife looked at me and I gave her my ‘go for it’ look. She looked hesitant at first and then sat up next to me. Diane was slowly rocking back and forth and we were both enjoying a slow fucking. Cindy then reached up and put both hands under Diane’s tits, lifting them and judging their weight. “Wow! Those feel heavy! I don’t think I could carry those around all day.” Diane looked like she was going to say something, but Cindy then tweaked her other nipple and Diane jerked at the sensation. Cindy looked back at me. “I think she loves the attention of a man’s wife while she is fucking him.” Diane groaned at the dirty talk. It seemed that they both loved that.
I put my hands on her hips and started moving her around, rubbing my pubic bone up against her clit and rotating my hips. Diane moaned again.
“Shit. That’s so good. Oh, god. Thank you Cindy.”
Cindy turned to me and smiled. “Thank you for what?” Cindy pushed Diane to talk dirty.
“Thank you for letting me fuck your husband’s big, hard dick!” She groaned again.
Cindy winked at me and laughed. “You’re welcome, my slutty friend.”
Diane kept moaning and grinned while she rocked. “Fuck you, slut. It was your idea. Ohhh.”
Cindy smiled. “I am a slut. Dennis’ personal slut.”
“Mmmm. Can I be Dennis’ personal slut, too?”
Cindy tweaked her nipple again, causing Diane to start rocking harder. “You already are, bitch, now cum on that dick so that I can get some.”
Cindy sat up while Diane worked toward her orgasm. I was doing well and was not in danger of cumming too soon. Cindy looked at me and then up at Diane. “Can I try something?”
We both nodded as I think we knew where this was going. Cindy leaned forward on her knees and stared at Diane’s big tits wobbling there. She was holding the left one in her hand, watching closely. I thought that was all she was going to do, but then she leaned over and gave it a quick suck, nipping at the barbell and erect nipple. Diane was watching closely and trying to hold her upper body still, but when Cindy sucked on a nipple, Diane started cumming. “Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! That’s so good. Fuck… ugh… oh… ugh….” She finally quieted down and lay over on my chest.
Cindy watched closely until Diane sat up and rolled off me. “Was that okay? I didn’t mean to startle you, but they looked so wonderful and inviting. I always see it in porn where one woman licks the others tits while she’s riding a guy, so I was just curious.”
Diane was laying there gathering herself. A smile slowly came across her face and then she looked over at Cindy. “Once you touched them, I was dying for you to do that. I wanted to see what it was like, too. It was amazing.”
Cindy looked up at me questioningly and then over at Diane. “Do you want to do it to me while I’m fucking Dennis?”
Diane stared at her. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”
Cindy rose up over me and started to insert my still hard dick into her.
“Wait!” Diane held up her hand and scrambled behind Cindy. “I’ve always wanted to see this. Okay, I’m in position.”
I could see Diane’s face thru Cindy’s legs. She was about 2 feet from my balls and staring up at Cindy’s pussy. Slowly Cindy started working my dick into her pussy. It was always a tight fit and tonight was no exception. As she sank down, her pussy slowly engulfed my dick and Diane disappeared from sight. When Cindy got all the way down and then rose back up and down a couple of times, Diane was overjoyed.
“Wow! That’s so fucking cool! I always see that on porn, but never have I seen it in real life and up so close. I can see exactly how your lips part to let him in and then how they cling to his dick as it tries to pull out. It’s like your pussy doesn’t want to let it go.”
Cindy groaned. “It doesn’t. I want him in there all the time.”
Diane rose up and came around and sat on the bed to my right. She looked up at Cindy, who was now gyrating on my dick, working toward her orgasm. “Can I try sucking your nipple now?”
Cindy groaned. “Yes! Suck my tit, slut. Help me cum or you won’t get any more of this… fucking… dick!” Cindy was having a hard time talking as she bounced on my dick.
Diane reached up and felt Cindy’s left tit. “Wow, it’s so firm.” Cindy just watched. Diane leaned over and studied the nipple up close for a second and then looked up at Cindy. They were staring at each other and Cindy watched intently as Diane leaned over. The instant her mouth touched Cindy’s nipple, Cindy’s eyes went wide and she moaned. Diane just started licking and sucking, trying to hold on as Cindy started bucking on me. I helped by grabbing her hips and slamming up against her. Cindy started grunting, working it on top of me.
“Keep sucking my tit, slut. I’m going to cum all over this big dick!” Cindy was bouncing on me now and I was surprisingly not ready to cum. I was paying more attention to the ladies reaction to each other than I was to my own orgasm. Finally, Cindy jerked and held steady and I rotated my hips against her clit. At the same time she grabbed Diane’s head, pinning it to her tit. Diane never stopped sucking. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk!” Cindy finished cumming and started trying to catch her breath. Diane released her tit and sat back.
“Wow, that was so cool. My first time sucking a woman’s nipple and I felt her orgasm while I was doing so.”
Cindy opened her eyes, panting. “I think it was the same for me. The fact that it has supposedly been a forbidden act for all these years really heightened the sensation in our minds.”
Diane agreed. “That’s true. I have never played around with a woman, but just doing that while you were fucking him was great. Mind you, I’m not sure I could do any more than that.”
Cindy looked at her. “No, I don’t think so either… right now. But that part was great.”
My eyebrows went up at that comment about ‘right now’. I was going to have to keep an eye on this. Did Cindy have some bisexual tendencies? Did she want to have sex with a woman, or at least try? She winked at me when she saw my look. Very interesting!
Cindy rolled off me. “Oh, sorry honey. I forgot that you were still hard and waiting to cum. Is that what you are waiting for?” She teasingly ran her left hand up my balls and soaking wet dick.
“Yes. I’m waiting for my personal sluts to suck my dick and get me off.”
Cindy grinned. “Okay, Diane, let’s get this dick to erupt.” Diane also grinned up at me and all I could do is put my head back and moan as they went to work.
They lay down next to each other in their original positions on either side of me. I watched. Cindy held up my dick for Diane. “You first.”
Diane leaned over and licked up the side and took it all the way down once. She came back up quickly and I looked at her quizzically. “Hey!” She looked at Cindy. “You just wanted me to go first to make me taste your pussy on his dick!”
Cindy giggled. “Yep!”
Diane grinned and took hold of my dick. She smacked her lips. “Not bad. I think I like the taste of pussy on a man’s dick.”
Cindy looked at her. “You never went down on your husband or anyone else after fucking them? You never tasted even yourself like this?”
Diane licked my dick and shook her head. “No, never. But I kind of like it.”
“Uh, ladies?” I was getting impatient. “My dick looks a little lonely there.” They both giggled. “Ummm. If I could make a suggestion, I would really like to imitate that porn scene where the two women are on either side of the dick and they both run their mouths up and down the shaft. Can we try that?”
Cindy looked over at Diane and Diane nodded. I watched intently as they leaned over and acted like they were kissing either side of my dick. They started in the middle and tried to synchronize their actions so that they were running up and down my dick, jacking it with their lips. Wow! It was quite a sight! It didn’t feel better than a blow job, but the image was hard to beat. I wondered what they thought as they had not even kissed yet, but their lips had to touch several times as they ran their mouths up and down my dick. I watched closely as the two brunettes moved up and down. I had been close to an orgasm for a while and this view was going to do it.
“Oh, baby… here I cum!” I announced and the two of them pulled back and Cindy jacked me off the last couple of strokes. I grunted and my cum flew up a couple of feet. She was holding it straight up and it splashed back down on my stomach. The next three spurts did the same and as each came out, they both squealed like little kids seeing fireworks going off. After four or five sports, my dick just pumped out a few more little spurts and it ran over Cindy’s hand.
“Wow!” Diane looked up and me and then back down at Cindy. “I’ve never watched that close up like that. It was amazing to just watch it happen.” She leaned over and licked up a spot on my stomach. “Yum. Just as yummy as I remember.”
Cindy smiled. “Well, then get to work, slut. My husband doesn’t want to sleep with all that cum on him!” She licked the cum off her own hand.
Diane leaned over and starting licking me clean. She got almost all of it and sat up, smiling. “Yum. I think I’ll like being Dennis’ other personal slut.”
Cindy was looking at her closely. She pointed to her own mouth. “You have some cum over on the side of your mouth.”
“Where?” Diane licked around her lips.
Cindy stared at her friend and slowly leaned toward her. I don’t think Diane or I were sure she was going to do it until the last second. Cindy just leaned closer and closer while the two women stared at each other. Finally, Cindy’s lips met Diane’s off to the right side and Cindy licked Diane’s upper lip where there was some cum on it. They hesitated as she did that and stayed like that, with just their lips touching. They stared… and stared… and then Cindy moved her mouth over Diane’s more directly and edged her tongue out a little. Diane opened her mouth and they went into a light exploratory kiss. It only lasted about 10 seconds, but I was enthralled with it. When they pulled back, Cindy was still starting at Diane.
Cindy finally said one word. “Wow!”
Diane actually appeared to blush a little. “Yeah, it was kind of nice. Strange, but nice.”
Cindy looked at her friend. “Your mouth was so soft. The kiss was so tender. It was very different.”
Diane looked away. “Yeah.”
Cindy put her chin under Diane’s face. “Hey, it’s okay between us, right? I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
Diane finally looked up at Cindy. “No… I mean… well, I wasn’t freaked out… well… maybe a little… but I kind of liked it. Is that okay?”
Cindy smiled. She leaned over and hugged Diane and then sat back. I could feel the tension between the two. “It’s okay. You are my best friend and have been for years. I don’t want to lose that for any reason. If that made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. I guess I just got caught up in the moment, the three of us naked, in bed, our first group fuck just completed. I ….”
Diane put her hand out and up to Cindy’s mouth to stop her. “Please don’t apologize. I think… well, I mean… I wanted to kiss you, too. Is that weird?”
Cindy smiled and relaxed. “No, it’s not weird. I’ve never kissed a woman before, either. I liked it with you though. Okay?”
Diane smiled. “Okay.” She looked at the clock on the nightstand. “I think I’d better get going. It’s after 11 and I have to go to work tomorrow. No telling how the margaritas are going to feel.”
We all laughed and Diane got up, got dressed and left. Cindy and I got ready for bed and I didn’t mention the kiss until Cindy brought it up when the lights were out.
“Honey, what did you think about me kissing Diane?”
“I was a little shocked. You had never mentioned anything like that.”
I could feel Cindy moving closer to me. She put her arm across my chest and snuggled up to me. “I’ve see porn scenes like that, but I guess I never really believed that I would do that until tonight. Then the mood, my best friend, the sexual tension, it all led me to kissing Diane.”
“Having second thoughts about it?”
Cindy chuckled. “Well, not like you mean. I don’t regret it at all. In fact, what would you say if I said I’d like to have sex with Diane?”
I had to admit that I had been thinking about her comment and actions, but it was still a shock to hear her say that. “I think I would say that it’s okay. If you want to pursue this, I’m okay with it.”
She leaned up and kissed me lightly. “Thanks.” She put her head back down. “Should we set some rules first?”
“What kind of rules?”
“Well, if we are going to have sex with other people should we make a rule that it has to be only when the other person is present or has given permission or something like that?”
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
“Yes, ever since she left, I’ve been thinking about it, but I don’t want to do anything that will upset our marriage. I love you and we have a wonderful life of over 20 years together. I want nothing to come between us.”
“Well… I think that’s a good rule then. I would not have had sex with Diane at all if you had not told me to. If we decide to have sex with someone other than each other, we have to discuss with the other and get permission. Is it just Diane and the sex we had, or have you thought about women sexually before?”
“I really had never thought about it. I didn’t think it was good or bad. It just was not in my mind. I was always happy with men. I don’t understand it.”
I smiled at her and pulled her close. I kissed her on the forehead and she put her head on my chest. I could feel that between the alcohol and the sex that she was completely spent. She had no energy left. “It’s late. Let’s get some sleep and we can talk more tomorrow, okay?”
“Hmmm.” She was asleep almost instantly.
It took me a little longer to settle down after what had happened. And then I thought about my prize. Hey! She was asleep and I never found out what it was! Oh, well. Tomorrow….
The next morning as we were both getting ready to head out the door to work I asked her about last night. “Any regrets about last night?”
“No, not really. I really loved kissing Diane and sucking on her tits.”
I rolled my eyes and moaned. I reached down and rubbed my crotch as I said snidely. “Please, no talking of sucking Diane’s tits! I can’t take it! You are such a slut!”
She laughed and punched me. “See you later.” She grabbed my crotch. “Take care of that my man-whore!”
I laughed and we both went to work.
It was Friday, but I was still surprised when I came home. Cindy, Diane, and a woman I didn’t know were sitting in the kitchen, drinking and playing cards. I walked over to Cindy and noticed that the woman must have been pretty tall from the way she sat at the table. “Hey, babe.” I kissed Cindy and said hello to Diane.
“Honey, this is Becky. She’s a friend of Diane’s.”
“Hello, Becky.” I couldn’t help but notice the major cleavage she was showing. I also noticed that they must have gotten an early start from the looks of their eyes and demeanor. They were well on the way to being drunk. I turned to Cindy. “Sorry I’m home late, but work was a disaster. I’ll go change.”
Cindy got up and walked with me to the stairs to the second floor, where our bedroom was. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “Don’t hurry. Just get undressed and get into bed.” She smiled and there was mischief in her eyes.
“And Becky?”
“Don’t worry about her. Diane and I will take care of that. Just get ready.”
I went upstairs, got undressed, and crawled into bed naked, covering myself in just a sheet. I waited… and waited… and waited. I started to get antsy, but finally, after about 25 minutes I heard footsteps coming upstairs. There was commotion in the guest bedroom and finally Cindy came around the corner, completely naked.
“Hey, honey. How are you doing?”
“Getting antsy!”
She giggled. “Well, let Diane and I handle that.”
Diane came in behind her and the two naked women advanced on me. They ripped the sheet back and crawled up toward my chest. They both put their heads on my chest and looked up at me. Cindy reached down for my rapidly reharding dick. “Mmm. Looks like somebody’s excited.”
I leaned forward and kissed Cindy. “How could I not be with two gorgeous lovers like you two?”
Diane giggled and Cindy smirked. They both appeared to have been drinking. Maybe it was to get up their courage for what Cindy had talked about last time. Maybe they were going to have sex? I could only hope. I had always wanted to see two women making love live and in person. Now I might have the chance. Cindy leaned forward and kissed Diane. Then she leaned back and smiled at Diane. “I think maybe this guy thinks he’s going to get to see two women have sex.”
Diane giggled. “Wishful thinking, huh?”
Cindy smiled back at me. “Should we give him his surprise now?”
Diane looked up at me. “I think maybe that’s a good idea.”
They sat up and Cindy directed the action. “Hold still, hon. I’m going to sit on your dick and Diane is going to sit on your face.”
Now THAT I can sit still for! Cindy crawled over my dick and sat down. She was soaking and only had to wiggle a little to get my dick buried. Meanwhile, Diane had put her leg over my chest, facing the headboard and scooted up over my face. I was looking at her completely shaven little pussy and it was also soaking and swollen. She got into position and I started licking her lips and parting them, looking for her clit. I felt Cindy lean forward and I suddenly felt her tongue next to mine. Fuck! She was also licking Diane and I think she was working on her little puckered butt! This was hot. We were both working on Diane and the only problem I had was that Cindy was not moving. My dick wanted to fuck and I was trying to do some thrusting, but she was not moving, just sitting there. In any case, Diane rose up and hovered just over my head, leaning forward as much as she could toward the wall. I could see Cindy’s tongue working on Diane’s ass and she ran it forward so that she and I sparred for Diane’s bright pink opening. I sucked on her tongue a little and then went back to Diane’s clit. There was barely enough room for both of us, but in no time, with Cindy licking her ass and me sucking on her clit, Diane started shaking and trembling and came with several jerks and shudders. After she calmed down a little, Cindy sat up and Diane slowly rolled off, trying to avoid kicking Cindy.
“Fuck, that was great! You guys working on me together was amazing!” And after saying that, Diane leaned into Cindy and they kissed hard. I watched, still trying to get my wife to do something other than just sit on me. Then Diane turned and leaned over and kissed me hard, licking up her juices around my mouth. “You guys both taste like me. I think I like that!”
Cindy smiled and looked at me. “Okay, you need to turn sideways.”
“Anything you want, right now, babe!”
She laughed. “Did that turn you on, seeing me lick Diane’s tight little butthole?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
I could see Diane blush at the way Cindy said that. She looked so cute blushing at that considering we were talking about something we had all been involved in. I finished turning sideways on the bed when Cindy turned to away from me and backed herself up to put her pussy over my face. She held on to my dick and lowered herself. I started working on her pussy and Diane returned the favor to Cindy. She leaned over, right over my face and I could see her licking Cindy’s pussy. Fuck me! A month ago I didn’t even know that my wife had harbored any bisexual curiosity and here she was licking a woman and letting a woman lick her. She had always loved having her ass licked. I just wish she had let me fuck it once in a while. I had always had some anal desires, but no woman had ever given it to me. I had discussed it with Cindy, but no dice. She just didn’t have any desire for that. A little licking and fingering had been her limit. Nothing as large as a dick was ever allowed near her asshole.
Diane and I worked on her for only about three minutes before Cindy started cumming like crazy. She must have been turned on for hours, because she came like she does whenever we play and deny each other orgasms for a long time. She wasn’t sucking me or jacking me, so I assumed my fun would come later, but meanwhile she ground her pussy on my face and Diane tried to lick her ass as she shivered and jerked around on my face.
Finally, Cindy rolled off me. “Enough. I can’t take any more.”
As soon as she moved out of the way, Diane was kissing me and licking my face. She was all over me, like a wild woman. These two were really worked up!
She finally stopped and I sat up, my hard dick still waving in the breeze. I was smiling and thinking about how to thank my wife when I noticed that Becky was in the room. Cindy was sitting there on the bed next to me, her legs still spread open, smiling at me.
“Honey, this is the real surprise. Diane and I were always going to finally get to have sex with each other, so that wasn’t news to you. However, Becky is a widow. Her husband died of a heart attack about 18 months ago. She works with Diane and one day over drinks let it be known that she needed to get fucked. This was right after our little get-together and Diane told her that I might let her join our group. At first, I was unsure, but once I met her and heard about her desires and… well… her favorite type of sex, I knew we would let her be your present.” She turned to Becky, who was sitting there, naked, with her hand held tightly between her legs. “Okay, Becky, come over here and crawl up on the bed.” She patted the bed next to me. Becky obeyed without saying a word. She seemed a little shy about this since we had just met and didn’t know each other at all, but she did get into position. I could see that she was definitely taller than my wife and Diane. She appeared to be about 5’9”, maybe a few extra pounds, but those were well distributed into her tits and hips as well as her waist. She looked fucking hot and was also completely shaved.
“Honey, stand up behind her.” I did, seeing for the first time her glorious ass and pussy from behind. I was going to like this.
“Just a second.” Cindy reached to the nightstand and pulled out the lube. I figured that maybe Becky was not that wet yet, but she didn’t even check. I started to reach out and check, but Cindy got there first. “Hold on, honey.” She opened the lube and looked up at me. “I know that you have always wanted to fuck a woman’s ass, and Becky revealed to Diane that she loves anal. So, this is your present, hon. You get to fuck your first ass!”
“Wow! Thank you!” I leaned over and kissed Cindy.
Cindy moved forward and spread some lube on my hard as ever cock. What she did next, however, really shocked me. She took more lube and using two fingers spread it around Becky’s asshole, rubbing it into the little brown puckered ring, and then she started working them into Becky’s ass! Fuck, my wife was finger fucking this woman to get her ready for my dick! Becky moaned as she did it and lowered her head and shoulders to the bed. Diane sat next to her and ran her hand over Becky’s back.
“Okay, let’s do this!” Cindy grinned at me. She took my cock and I let her lead it to Becky’s ass. She leaned over and watched closely as she put it against the tight ring and I pushed. Diane reached up under Becky and rubbed her clit, causing Becky to moan and push against my dick harder.
Finally, Becky spoke. “Just push hard. I haven’t had anal sex since my husband died, and my little silver bullet is smaller than you. I like it hard and fast, so just push and fuck me already!”
Cindy looked up at me and shrugged. She let go of my dick and I pushed harder against Becky.
My head popped thru and Becky moaned. “Oh, fuck, I do love anal sex!” I started working back and forth, pushing my dick in deeper on each thrust and pulling back until the circumcised mushroom head caught on the ring. Finally, I was fucking her hard and the tightness was amazing. “Oh, yes, fuck my ass! Fuck me hard, baby! Cum deep in my ass!”
Wow! Another dirty talker. More stimulation for my overloaded senses!
She continued to give directions. “Diane, rub my clit faster. Make me cum when he does!”
I started thrusting faster and I could feel her moving faster from the ass-fucking and clit rubbing. She was thrusting her ass back at me and my balls were slapping up against Diane’s hand on each thrust. I watched as her tight little ring held on to me, causing my cum to start boiling in my balls, ready to fill her ass.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Becky was cumming and the sight, sound, and clenching ass did me in.
“Oh my god!” I started cumming, my dick buried in her ass and making little thrusts as each spurt erupted from my cock. I kept cumming and cumming, until I finally almost collapsed against her. I looked down and realized I was holding her hips so tight that I might leave marks. I slowly backed out of her and my cock popped out.
“That was amazing!” Cindy was staring at my dick and Becky’s slowing closing ass. “Look how it gapes and takes a while to close up!” Cindy and Diane both leaned to see better. Becky was still panting and on her knees with her ass up in the air. I moved around and sat on the bed. Becky finally rolled to the side toward Cindy.
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe how wonderful it was to get fucked in the ass again.”
Cindy started stroking Becky’s hip. “Did you do that a lot with your husband?”
“Oh, yeah. When we were young before we had children, it was our method of birth control. We both enjoyed it so much and he was so good… and… and ….” Suddenly, Becky started crying.
“There, there.” Cindy spooned up behind her and started stroking her shoulder and hip.
Diane lay down in front of her and started stroking her face. Diane looked into her eyes. “It’s okay, baby. I know it hurts. He was a wonderful man.”
Becky was wiping her tears away. “I know, I know. I was so fucking angry at him for the first few months because he never took care of himself when the doctor told him to. It has taken me a long time to get over him. The anal sex just brought it all back.”
The three women comforted each other. I lay down. I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to find out what might happen next time. My wife was letting go with her bisexuality and had invited another woman into our bed to give me anal sex. Life just kept getting better and better.

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