Naked In School: Kelly - Saturday (part 06/14)

I woke up disoriented, despite the comfort of Red's arms around me, my own arms were only wrapped around a pillow. My memory of falling asleep the night before was vague and confusing.

I recalled the game the girls had played with me, and how I had actually enjoyed being "used" for the girls' pleasure. I had no problems having been a far too willing participant.

My sudden recollection that both sets of parents had been hoping for me to impregnate Red had been a shock to me. Not only Red, but Juenko's own desire to carry a child-- especially my child-- still weighed heavily on me. I knew that part of me liked this idea.

Despite my commitment to Red and fear of hurting her.

Despite my feelings of insecurity. We'd already dealt with my old feelings of inadequacy days before. I really should not have read so many of my dad's psych books; too many of those phrases seemed to run through my head.

My mixed feeling were fed by the fear that I wasn't ready to be a father, mixed up with that yearning. The lure of being a father to children by both Red and Juenko was definitely irresistible. As I considered this situation and my own feelings I realized that I would have preferred to start with Red, not Juenko.

Even now I still felt a commitment to each and every girl-- well, technically, now women-- I'd shared myself with. It felt like they now each owned a piece of me.

Red still held the most of me, of course, but I worried that this cut into her share. I'd believed that she should have all of me, not just a majority share.

Laying there, physically comforted, I considered the inventory of my soul; each of the chunks of my heart I'd given to others seemed bigger than my own. Who was I now?

So I'd awakened afraid, yet not. I felt calmness flow into me from somewhere, as I lay there for a few moments, mentally drifting, buffered from the world by Red's arms draped around me.

Even just sleeping, she provided me warmth, comfort and a feeling of being wanted, desired and protected, making my awakening a gentle thing, drifting towards full wakefulness.

Once I woke up enough to think again, I considered all that my parents had put me through and felt, again, like I'd been manipulated. It also hurt to think that Red had also been pushed around in the same way. In seemingly perfect hindsight I saw her hesitation over contraception on Monday morning as her choice to break their plan. She'd evaded one trap our parents seemed to have set but we'd both fallen into another.

It's funny to consider how mixed my feelings were at that moment of revelation. On the one hand I was proud of Red for choosing to avoid conception but also disappointed that I hadn't filled her belly. That was a strange feeling. All at the same time that I'd actually found Red, who'd been hiding right in front of me. My perfect woman. My benchmark against which other girls had a problem meeting, much less exceeding.

A very strange feeling.

I could float, thinking about the world at large; given the lowered birthrate that seemed to come as an effect of effective and inexpensive contraception, pregnancies were not something to be punished. All the worry now was in parental roles and financial responsibility.

I knew that the relative shortage of children under the age of ten was not being blamed on The Program, and, in fact, the babies started, even accidentally, tend to be treasured.

But... for it to be planned for me to impregnate Red?

Our parents must have had this planned out in some detail. All this while Red and I still had most of our junior year of High School to get through, much less our senior year. Having a baby would have impacted all of our plans...

What were they thinking? Couldn't I trust them not to mess up my life more than I could on my own? Sure, I would have missed out on this level of happiness with Red, but...

This wasn't just my life any more, this was our life. Together. Both of us. And the fear of messing up Red's future didn't sit well with me. It wasn't about just me, any more, was it?

The warm body holding me shifted a bit and held me tighter immediately derailing my train of thought.

Ahhhhh... the squeezing felt good. The sleepy "mmmmmmmmm" from Red got me melting down again and I found myself unable to resist drowsing in her arms and a warm fog rolled in.

My next awakening was not as gentle. I woke up, tears in my eyes, finding myself alone in bed.

Awakening with Red had become the norm in less than a full week. This sudden return to awakening alone was pretty damn depressing. I felt empty.

Already, I was missing Red's presence.

I curled around the pillow, feeling abandoned and alone. I faded again, crying. Waking up like this hurt. I also felt selfish, too, which really mixed up my feelings even more.

Why can't feelings be simple? Why do they always have that old "good news / bad news" feel to them?

My next awakening was far easier on me, finding myself nursing on one of Red's nipples. The memory of waking up alone was jarring but my current comfort eased the pain of recall.

How close was I to a complete breakdown? Was my being such a weakling reducing my value to Red? What could she see in me any more? What good was I to her?

Having Red there comforting me provided a level of assurance that was almost overwhelming, but I didn't want to drag her down, which got me ready to cry again.

"Blackie... just rest, listen to me, I love you, you know."

I pulled off of her nipple and, gathering my strength, spoke up with "I love you too, Red... but... I am soooo fucked up right now... so fucked up that I really can't understand why our folks want me to get you pregnant. And then... there was your reaction when you were offered the shot. I figure our folks had wanted you to stay fertile and you chose..."

Red pulled me back to her nipple before answering, waiting for my mouth to latch on. "I got the shot because I was so, so very afraid that you didn't really love me enough. When I was asked if I was protected from pregnancy I was thinking that I didn't know if I wanted to or not, and I realized, if it was you who impregnated me, I'd be happy with that. At the time, though, I wasn't sure. In English, though, I knew. I could even tell that you knew, as well. At that point is when I regretted getting the shot. Now, though, it was nice to try out some of the other boys, without worrying that I'd carry their child instead of yours." She squeezed me in her arms to underscore her feeling.

My body and mouth responded to various parts of this, which she had no problem noticing and understanding.

"So... you like that idea? Next month you'll do it?"

I moved my arms around her to hold her close.

I pulled my mouth free only long enough to tell her "I want to, but... I don't want to. Our folks..." before I went back to her teat.

Oh... my parents had programmed me, sure as shit. I was fixated on her nipples; as soon as I had one of those erect nubs in my mouth I could feel tension draining away. I could no more resist this feeling than an alcoholic could avoid an open bottle of booze. With this realization I knew that I'd have to take my parents to task.

"Shhhhh... don't worry, I don't mind the idea. I do want you, though. And I know Juenko prays that she misses her period, especially since her mom isn't all that old. I'm praying for it too, I want the company. Hon, I found out that her mom had to have her uterus removed... so her only hope of more children is through Juenko. She wants to meet you, you know. Even Sam's mom wants to meet you."

By now my erection had taken over too much of the blood that my brain needed for thinking, so I rolled her onto her back, my mouth still on her erect nipple, and pushed between her legs, getting a wonderful moan from her as she spread them wide. She cried out "Oh, God, Blackie, yes, fuck me, love me, I love you..." as we slid together.

The sensation that ran through me was almost electric; I felt wonderful, no, I felt WONDERFUL. I loudly moaned out my love for her, our moans of acceptance of each other forming a musical harmony.

Her cuddling of me had shown me one kind of love and caring for me, her enthusiastic embrace of our sexual relationship showed me another.

We drove towards each other, my mouth now free to moan and squeak and pant, telling her how much I loved her and the rush I got hearing the same told to me... and then our eyes met again.

We slowed, taking our time, telling each other how special we felt, seeing the reflections of our passions in the other's eyes, Red telling me to think about giving her a baby, my own warning that if I could afford to I'd keep her barefoot and pregnant... and how wonderful her babies would be.

She reached her first climax of this morning quickly... as I did. We came together.

It seems that thinking about starting a child made our reward more intense, as well.

Red had no problem with my weight on top of her, keeping me from sliding off to one side, wanting to hold me. So, with me laid out on top of her, we cuddled and talked.

"So, Blackie, you really think I'd make good babies?"

I had to answer her: for such a question to be the first asked after as we cuddled in this blissful state, it must be important. "Of course, look at you... beauty, brains and even some brawn!" I added some squeezes to ensure she got the message of my delight in her. I then latched onto her other nipple that I'd so far neglected.

She sighed, squeezing me again. I felt loved and wanted. I realized I had to add something, though. It required me to back off her nipple but had to be said. "But, Red, if you are still in a hurry, yes, we'll try to conceive next month, but ... otherwise, I'd like us to get through college BEFORE I trap you in a house full of our children, all right? I want us able to afford them."

I got an almost rib crushing hug from her this time as she moaned. Then I heard her "What's to say I trap you in a house full of children?"

Red phrased it teasingly but I thought about it, and did not find myself disagreeable. I grunted and we shared broad smiles.

We didn't talk much after that as I finally fell out of her, forming a formidable wet spot. Again, we were unprepared. We looked at each other and nodded, in sync. We pulled apart and headed for the bathroom.

The weakling I'd awakened with seemed to be gone, fled long before we climbed out of bed. I still retained some of my doubts but they'd retreated in the face of Red's obvious contentment.

It was early for me to be up on a Saturday but I was sure Red and I could find something to do. After our turns using the toilet we climbed into the shower and washed.

I don't know if I could ever stop finding Red's body exciting. I definitely enjoyed soaping her down and washing her hair. At both ends, too. Red's own pleasure in washing me down was doubled for me, getting touched by her and knowing she liked touching me, as I liked to touch her.

Our drying of each other was also fun. We spent a lot of the time teasing each other. Our eyes kept meeting, we'd kiss and pause in our motion. Apparently our pauses added up; it seemed like we were dried faster by the air than through the towels.

Heading downstairs we smelled breakfast from the kitchen. I was surprised that her folks were up this early.

Instead of just Red's folks, we found both sets of our parents in the kitchen sitting at the table, drinking coffee and working through waffles and sausage. We fit in well with them considering we were all nude.

When Red and I sat down next to each other I asked where Mark and Marcie were, given that I don't think my folks really would have left Mark home alone. The answer was, as I should have expected by now, unexpected.

"Upstairs, sleeping in Marcie's bed" my mom answered. She was sitting next to Samuel while my dad sat next to Sylvie, the latter adding "Yeah, we didn't think either of them was really ready for it, but, uh, we were wrong. We also found that they must've paid a lot of attention to the lessons we had you two give them."

My mom blushed, "It looks like they were good students."

Uh-oh.

Our moms giggled together, a strange yet pleasantly harmonious sound. Our dads were pretty relaxed, though they both looked pleased with themselves for some reason. I saw my dad squeeze Sylvie's hand and watched as she smiled at him.

Uh-oh.

My mom added "Well. Marcie isn't a virgin anymore and, uh, neither is Mark. I know for a fact that kids that young can reach orgasm easily enough, but, well, direct observation sure tells me the books weren't optimistic. Mark and Marcie were pretty loud. When I went to look in on them I was surprised and, well, a little rattled when I discovered that, instead of giving each other hand-jobs or oral sex, they'd just gone all the way and popped each other. I found them acting insufferably pleased with their achievement."

This was probably serious. I think my face got long. I had the sense to look over at Red, who met my eyes and warmed my soul. All discomfort fled, and I saw Red's face light up again, her own discomfort evaporating.

Sylvie picked up the story again, while our dads continued to smile at each other. "When Ruth and Samuel brought them over here this morning we found those two kids promising undying love for each other. It was like watching you two all over again. So, to make sure they were all right, we had them share a bed here. For two third-graders they are pretty damn stubborn about not wanting to be separated."

I looked over at Red who nodded at me. "Well, we saw them kissing a couple of times in the last week. Each time I thought Red and I could've taken lessons from them. Those two, except for sex, were way ahead of us when it came to affection."

While our folks digested my little observation, I dished up a plate for Red before making one for myself. Red's look in my eyes for preparing her plate made me weak in the knees and we exchanged a warm kiss before digging in.

It's funny but our folks weren't really all that upset over Mark and Marcie.

Shaken? Yes. Worried? Yes. Surprised? Yes. Upset? Not just no, but Hell, No! I wasn't sure, but I was beginning to think that our folks were a bit left of center, here. I'd almost swear that they were smug and happy that there'd be more connections between our families while at the same time being a little surprised to find it forming so quickly.

Well, at least Marcie was too young to conceive...

Or was she?

"Sylvie..." I said, in that companionable silence our folks were projecting, "Marcie hasn't started menstruating yet, right?"

I got a nod in reply. I turned to Red and asked "When did you start menstruating? You were pretty young, I seem to remember."

Before Red could reply Sylvie's mouth dropped open just before Samuel answered "Red had just turned nine before she started. Marcie turns nine in... two months."

More mouths hung open.

"And..." Samuel intoned in the shocked silence "Marcie can't get the shots until she's at least twelve. There's little we can give her that would keep her from conceiving."

My mom jumped in, squeezing Samuel's hand, "But I think Mark may not be producing sperm yet. I think we'll need to check on that and make sure we remind them of the problems. I'm not sure it'd be so good for Marcie to conceive so young."

A more perfect opening I could not ask for. "Well, why is Red old enough, then? You all wanted Red to conceive and bear a child, by me, so what's the difference if Marcie gets a baby pumped into her by Mark in the next year?" I felt Red squeeze my hand. I pulled her hand up and kissed it.

Both sets of our parents looked sheepish before Sylvie got "that look" from the others. It looks like they wanted her to do the explaining.

"Red, dear... we want grand-children, all while we can enjoy them, and... well... we want you to be successful. In evolutionary terms, of course."

My dad added "And that makes us successful, too." My dad smiled at us.

My mom jumped in "And, Blackie, yes, we wanted to make damn sure that you excelled both as a student but also as a father. I'll admit that I'm selfish in a couple of ways. I want babies around but I also want you both as a showcase. You're both so, well, perfect, together. You're both quite inseparable, as well. You both draw strength from each other. You both will make a wonderful couple and parents."

That reminded me. "Mom, what did you do last night to fixate me on Red's nipples? I get a jolt, almost like a high, when I suck on them. It's damn near addictive. So... won't that screw me up?"

Red looked at me as if I'd grown another head, going "Really?" to which I nodded truth. I'd almost swear her smile was more of a smirk.

My mom was on the spot. She answered. "At the time, last night, it was the easiest crutch I could find for you, so I just turned up the intensity of something you already felt. It's something that people find comforting regardless, so it was a simple matter to turn up it's effect on you. Your response was just what you needed. Red liked it, too, right?" Red nodded, a happy look on her face, and my mom continued "We'll have to work out alternates that you're more comfortable with in public. Along with some of your other outstanding issues. And you need to realize that I'll also be working with Red, too."

I nodded, adding. "As for inseparable... I swear, I don't think I could be any closer to Red even if we were chained together." Our eyes met and I could feel myself melting in her look. Within seconds the silence from my mom drew our eyes away from each other, and we looked over.

My mom's mouth just hung open, as if she'd been hit in the forehead with something big. My dad's face suffered the same kind of shock effect but recovered quickly. He told us "I know some couples that I'd love to chain together, just to put some pressure on them. It's a pity that they're unlikely to sit still for that." My dad smiled at something he must have been remembering... or imagining.

My mom looked at my dad following his remark and then looked back at me. Her face and eyes seemed a million miles away.

We were interrupted at that moment hearing a loud moan from upstairs. I could recognize Marcie's voice as she suddenly called out "Fuck me! Fuck me, sweetheart!" at the top of her little girl voice. The squeaking of the bedsprings upstairs provided counterpoint. My erection took this as an opportunity to awaken from it's slumber.

Samuel sighed. When I looked at him he shrugged. "They'll need a bigger bed at this rate."

I couldn't help it... I started to giggle, adding "And maybe even some soundproofing, too." My mirth proved to be more than just a little bit infectious.

We were still at it, making little remarks which would start the laughter all over again, about various situations, so Mark and Marcie weren't the source of most of our mirth. I didn't realize that our folks had been discussing the noises Red and I had made.

It occasionally had that sound of hysteria now and again, which got me funny looks from my mom and Sylvie.

Our session of laughing was fading finally as both Mark and Marcie walked in, hand in hand, showing their wet pubes and looking upset. Marcie asked "What are you guys all laughing about?"

We all really started to laugh.

Only seeing a hurt look on Marcie-- and Mark-- brought me up short. "Sorry, bro, sis," seeing Marcie look startled with my inclusion of her as my 'sister', "but you were a little bit loud a few minutes ago. It was rather inspiring, especially given your age. You're both a little young, I think, to sound so good at sex. I was wondering if we should take lessons from you two..."

Mark suddenly beamed with pride, Marcie not far behind, and their arms reached for each other and they stood hip to hip in front of us.

I shivered. Despite the reduced difference in sizes (both were almost the same height still) they looked like one of the pictures I'd seen of Red and I in the last week. Red's eyes met mine and we were in accord; we saw the same thing. That could have been us, had we met-- and seen into each other-- soon enough.

And I knew the sad look in Red's eyes, too, feeling the same in mine: We'd lost so much time, time we could not get back.

A flash of memory finally illuminated some of the wistful looks I'd seen on our parents; they must have felt the same, seeing Red and I as a couple.

Mark and Marcie finally made themselves comfortable at the table, dishing themselves up from the covered serving dish. The waffles and sausage were taking a beating from us as we finally dug in ... and I saw it.

The table.

It was the same table my parents had bought during the summer. The chairs, the same. Leather. Office furniture. Enough to be comfortable with eight people around the table.

Both sets of parents had bought the same table and chairs, possibly at the same time. This smacked of another setup.

"Mom, why did we replace our table? It was a bit big for us at the time, but I didn't think twice considering the nice office chairs you bought with it. But it's the same table as the one here. Why?"

My mom was cool as she answered this, sipping her coffee: "Commonality between households, we knew we'd all be getting close. There was also you two, as soon as you caught on to each other. Even" waving at Mark and Marcie "the twins over there. Add to that an expected a baby boom. Sylvie and I hope to get pregnant this week; we've been synchronized for some time and should ovulate sometime today."

Something bothered me, and it took a bit for me to realize that it was. "Uh, mom, you and Sylvie have been, uhhh, swapping back and forth. So ... who's ...?"

My mom smiled. "Since Thursday it's been Samuel, and Sylvie with Leon."

I looked around and saw Red with a face mirroring my own, full of surprise. It was her turn to ask, "But why, mom?" Sure, any child of our own would be a mix, but, sisters? Brothers?

"Well... it's hard to explain. Leon and Sylvie, like Samuel and I, found each other attractive. I know that doesn't make much sense to you, but, well, there is a kind of thrill each of us feels with this. Mind you, Samuel and I aren't all that compatible if we were to marry, but, for this? It has been fun for us to experiment like this."

I could see that the others were nodding agreement. Samuel spoke up, though, to clarify things "I will admit that the idea of Leon impregnating my wife is a bit of a negative, but the idea that I'll be impregnating his wife more than makes up for it. It's not like I have no children by Sylvie, so Leon won't have taken away my mate. Any more than I'm taking his away."

I think my face mirrored Red's; that appalled look she had would have been funny, but not just then.

Some things are only funny when they're past.

Samuel saw our expressions, smiled, and answered the implied question "So you'll each have a set of half-siblings in common. So they won't look much like you... but I'll bet you'll love your newer younger siblings at least as much as you love your current siblings, right?"

As my face relaxed I looked at Red's: serene again. We would cope.

Red and I had finished our breakfasts as our folks were still working on their coffees, so we got up and started clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. As we worked together we shared touches, smiles, kisses and even some sighs.

The giggling behind us got Red to look around and she tapped my shoulder, so I turned to look.

Mark and Marcie were kissing each other... but our folks had taken this opportunity to "get it together".

This was almost too much for me, I was ready to latch onto one of Red's nipples to calm me down but I really had to say something first. "Ewwwwww! C'mon guys, do you have to do it in front of all of us?"

My dad, leaning around Sylvie who was perched on his lap, answered me "No, we didn't, but seeing the two of you, working together the way you were, well, I'm proud of you, son. And I'm proud of the woman you chose, too."

Sylvie grunted, stopped moving on his lap, "Red, I'm soooo pleased you chose him as well. Both of you are very special to us ... oh ... yes ..."

Samuel and my mom were soon quite a bit less attentive to us, though, concentrating on each other as they fucked. Despite the activity we cleared the rest of the table and discovered, moments later, that my dad was waiting for it to be cleared as he picked up Sylvie and laid her on the table so that he was in more control as he thrust into her.

Perhaps our parents were smart in their shopping for new kitchen tables; this one was solid enough to not shake apart as my dad slammed into Sylvie. My mom and Samuel ended up getting into the same kind of position at the other end of the table and we watched our folks go at the other's spouse, pounding into them. We watched as our mothers' legs wrapped around their current partner, obviously enjoying the attention.

This was intense and, well, despite the mental discomfort, my body was telling me it enjoyed the view and the reminders of ourselves. I think my level of discomfort was fading as I watched, my excitement building.

Mark and Marcie watched this vigorous display and seemed to be discussing what and how things worked. Marcie looked happy watching her mom getting slammed by my dad and kept looking between Mark and her mom.

Both Red and I were captivated by this display as well and my erection, which had formed some time before, was starting to ache. I had thought that I'd been blissfully emptied just hours before; my body told me that I wasn't done yet.

When my dad and Sylvie finished (not a quiet process, given how multi-orgasmic she was, which went a long way to explain my success with Red), he sat down and pulled her back down onto his lap, making room on the table.

Room that Marcie pointed to and said "Sis, now's your turn on the table..."

Red pulled me by my leash, uh, well, my dick, and we took our turn using the table as my mom and Samuel made their own spectacular finish.

Now with both sets of parents watching us we showed our own frenzy from the contagious excitement they'd exhibited. We mindlessly slammed against each other, our instincts now in full control, Red demonstrating again to me how she inherited her mother's multi-orgasmic nature, egging me on, one of her peaks finally matching my own glandular finale.

I had little choice afterwards, though. I was completely fucked out and collapsed into a chair, pulling Red with me. Despite her larger frame she straddled my lap with her legs over the chair arms, keeping our pubes close together. I wrapped my arms around her to keep her steady despite the weakness I still felt. I couldn't stop telling her "I love you" and raining all of the spots I could get at with little kisses.

Her own messages of endearment did not fall on deaf ears.

Whatever was going on, whatever tinkering my mom did to my head, I felt emotionally steady. I felt strong. In the arms of the woman I loved, I felt valuable. I just hoped she felt the same in my arms.

And there was that desperate hope that this feeling would last.

"Red, Blackie," my mom started, "I'd like you guys to take a shower as soon as you can walk again. Once that's done I'll want to talk to you both in the living room."

We nodded. It took a bit to get Red off my lap without her falling and, after wiping up the seat, we headed up to her room before entering the shower again.

At this rate we'd be pretty damn clean.

This time in the shower there was no chance of getting me turned on again. We enjoyed it as a very tender interlude as we kept embracing under the spray.

In some ways this tenderness was better than sex.

Of course since my penis was well and truly dead from being "all fucked out", cuddling was the most available means of expressing affection. Cuddling is fantastic when sex isn't much of an option. Granted, sex is fun but it doesn't last all that long; cuddling was a way to extend the deep feeling of connection that I'd come to enjoy.

I'd found myself becoming happily addicted to that sensation of connectedness.

Other feelings I got were funny even when they weren't, but every time our eyes met I felt no doubts about us and no fears for our future. Any time I felt even the slightest worry about us I sought her eyes and found her seeking mine at the same time.

OK, OK, so the allure of attaching to one of her nipples was there, but reserving that for when I really needed it made sense to me.

She finally spoke about this "Blackie, every time I think about us, worrying, well, it's so comforting to see you, you know?"

I nodded so hard my head almost fell off. I slowed so that it was easier to hold her eyes and "Yes, same here. Every time I feel insecure, I look for you. And, seeing you, It's like you're a part me."

We hugged each other, a sudden drive that struck us at the same time.

It's funny how we were so in tune with each other.

Of course one doubt that came up inside me-- to be sent away screaming in fear as soon as my eyes again met Red's-- was that too much of our comfort may have been "arranged". Arranged by our parents messing with our heads.

Despite banishment of the doubt in the reality of our affection I was uneasy facing my parents again... expecting yet more tinkering with my head. We held each other's hands as we re-joined both sets of our parents.

Now one nice piece of furniture both families had bought which I'd really gotten to like was a love-seat with two recliners built in, side by side. We were directed to it... and it had towels on it. Well, no reason for us to sweat.

I sat to Red's right, our writing hands entwined. Within moments I faded into a comfortable place as my mom started to talk.

Awakening was a slow, sensual and comfortable process.

Well, it was as it should have been, given that we awakened in Red's bed. We'd somehow been guided there.

She lay on her back, my head cradled on her shoulder, my right leg on her hip, entangled. We both made "comfort noises" at each other; it was obvious that she didn't want to move and lose position any more than I did.

My comfort was increased by staying limp. Drilling her hip with an erection was not how I wanted to provide comfort to her.

In order to avoid disrupting this idyll with sexual behavior I kept my right hand as far from her breasts (and navel) as possible.

This was too perfect as we lay there, relaxed. It was an almost mindless time for us, laying there just "being".

Normally I want to do something, be active, but it felt right, at that moment, to just drift. I was glad that my bladder was not full.

I've little idea how long we lay like that, luxuriating in each other's company; I think we dozed now and then. Being half asleep and half awake kept my mind from getting frantic over our inactivity or getting bored.

Our interruption arrived when Juenko came into Red's room with an older woman, an older version of Juenko herself. The door had been wide open as we lay there and Juenko knocked on it gently to get our attention.

I have no idea why it wasn't more of a shock to "awaken" this way.

We smiled up at our schoolmate, "Hi, Juenko, how are you doing?"

She smiled back, "Pretty good. Guys, this is my mom."

A quick glance at Red's clock and, in stereo, we greeted her with "Good morning, Mrs Green."

"Thank you, guys. Oh..." she looked over to where Juenko stood, out of my sight, and added "I think I'd better try to fit in better." She started undressing.

I was shocked by this and she must have seen it. When I looked up at Red's face she seemed quite unsurprised.

Mrs Green looked me in the eye and answered my unspoken question with "Look, I don't want any of you guys all that uncomfortable, so I figure I should fit in a little bit. My daughter is stripping too, so, Blackie, take it easy."

I couldn't turn my head far enough to see Juenko but I could hear the motion and sounds like clothing being removed. Her mom, though, was naked first.

Seeing scars in this volume is startling. Realizing that both of her breasts were missing was not something to aid in my comfort, even her nipples were missing. There were spots where the skin didn't look quite right and I realized that she'd been burned, too.

Her skin looked like a jigsaw puzzle. What was worse, in my view, was that some of the pieces didn't seem to fit right. There was a lot of pain implicit in the story told by these marks on her body.

I'd read all of Bujold's Vorkosigan saga I'd been able to find; those stories carried some descriptions of a scar network on the protagonist. I finally had a partial idea of what Bujold had been trying to describe. These were not new scars by any stretch of the imagination. She looked like she'd been patched together without too much effort taken to make sure that parts would fit that well.

These marks of pain borne weren't fictional being displayed to me on a living, breathing human being. A woman. Based on her daughter's appearance, a beautiful woman. I couldn't help the sudden feeling of pain, almost reliving what I imagined she'd gone through and what she was now living with.

There have been times when I've been labeled as "odd". At this moment my first impulse was a desire to comfort her.

Unfortunately even imagined pain, reflected on one's face, is not easily differentiated from other possible emotions. She misinterpreted the transition of my expressions, coming to the wrong conclusion, almost crying "I'm pretty ugly, aren't I? And I'm not even a real woman any more..."

She saw revulsion where I felt her pain. Misreading another person is so easy to do in the real world. Since I'd felt sick not from how she looked but how much this must have cost her, I had to say something, despite the tears in my eyes, blinding me "It's not ugly, it's not... it's just that I can't help but think of what you went through, just to be alive!"

I was blind with my eyes full of tears, so I had little idea of what was going on when Red shifted around and I was then cuddling Juenko in a spoon position. I kissed the back of her neck and put my hands around her... and felt the scars.

My tears returned, unbidden. In my arms was Mrs Green, Juenko's mother. I held her tight cradling her with my arms, kissed her shoulder, doing my best to help her feel as good as I could, trying to rock her in an effort to take away some of her pain, my tears wetting her hair and neck. I rubbed her belly, kissed her shoulder and did my best to help her feel "real". She was no bigger than her daughter, really, and she was a comfortable passenger in my arms. It hasn't been that often I could feel this useful.

Holding her, providing comfort, letting her know that I felt for her, making sure she felt loved felt good to me. Again I felt strong, my "wimp" a distant memory.

This woman was near my own mother's age, I could see some of the gray strands of hair in her long mane as I held her, and felt myself warmed by her presence within the circle of my arms. I held my arms around hers, hoping she felt some of my strength seeping into her, as I felt when Red held me.

Hearing happy noises from Juenko's mother could not help but to lift my feelings. It is quite a lift to feel you're doing something good for another person. My tears were ebbing as I felt and heard that she was gaining comfort with me.

Red decided to screw things up for me. I've been brought up to be respectful of my elders so I wasn't even thinking of my current cuddle-partner in a sexual sense. Red cuddled up to my back and stroked me with her hard nipples and even kissed my neck. My body instantly responded to her chosen stimulation, my dick becoming rock hard in seconds, which announced itself to Juenko's mom, the hard way. I heard my passenger sigh.

Juenko's mom knew, right away, and I felt Red leave the bed and lead Juenko as she left the room. I heard the woman in my arms make another happy noise as she squirmed against my hardness. I might have been uncomfortable but she wasn't.

Red's presence had been merely a catalyst breaking down my control being maintained over my erection. Once started, it wouldn't go back down. With Juenko's mom feeling it against her butt, apparently enjoying the presence of this probe, I was worried.

She kept squirming against me and moving to change where I was pressing against her. Her happy noises during this time were not the sounds of disapproval I'd been expecting.

Now I'd only managed to avoid getting a woodie before because I'd wanted to show her respect. Red's little trick had turned the corner and made sure I could no longer ignore the woman cradled in my arms and I started to remember some of what I've been told about some women needing to feel desirable.

Just because my body couldn't ignore her my mind was drawn along. I squeezed her a couple of times, kissing her neck and shoulder as affectionately as possible, working onto her neck, as I would have her daughter, when she moved again.

Her legs opened and I felt her hand grab my erection and put it against her vulva.

She was slick. She was wet. She was a woman. I was a man.

I can't explain it, I started to stroke along her vulva (bumping her clitoris in the process) and her breath caught. My free hand continued to touch her chest and her belly, feeling the scars, as I stroked against her. My hand would reach her hip and pull her back on occasion and I made another error.

Yes, like a dog in heat, I held her hip and shifted my own position and pushed into her, sliding into her tight and slippery sheath. I bottomed out in her right away, the feeling of her squeezing channel a surprise.

My brain, despite having been deprived of blood, suddenly came back on-line with the realization that I was about as deep into Juenko's mother as I could get given our position.

This situation changed everything. She's ceased to be a friend's mother, someone to respect and keep at a distance, becoming, for me, a lover. Someone to be loved and cared for. The last vestige of resistance crumbled because it was difficult (not just "hard") to stop and try to withdraw from this woman in my arms, as I apologized "I'm sorry, I... I... shouldn't do this to you."

"Oh, Blackie, don't pull out, let me feel you... please, I need it, it's been so long..." and I could feel her sobbing start.

Now I've never been completely insensitive. With her tears any resolve to "do the responsible thing" melted, dissolved by her pain.

I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to be free of pain.

She sounded like she wanted sex with me; that was all my member needed to know. I slid all the way back into her, our moans merging together, leaving me in no doubt what she wanted. As I paused at fullest penetration, she told me then that she needed this kind of attention, so I held her tight, kissing her neck and back and started stroked into her.

I'd been taught to be respectful of adults and now here I was balls-deep into Juenko's own mother. This was more than a little bit confusing.

My mixed feelings ran deep. So did my dick.

I will not tell you a lie; this older woman felt good in my arms and having her happily impaled on my hardness increased my sense of well-being. She was also exercising her internal muscles as she clenched them on me, telling me more about her level of enthusiasm.

But part of it was her pleading for me to give her this. As her tears and sobbing slowed I quietly asked "So... how long has it been?"

"Twelve years. I've been alone with only my daughters for twelve years. My husband died in the crash."

I squeezed her and pushed into her again, getting a moan from her. I then heard her ask "You want me? You like me? Tell me, tell me, please, Blackie, please!"

Kissing her neck and shoulder, triggering more of her goose bumps gave me time to work out a good answer "Of course, I can't help but to love you. You're a wonderful woman, who should not have been alone all this time."

She was getting very worked up before saying "Oh, Blackie, please don't come in me, come in my daughter, fill her up with this load, oh, please..."

There was no way I could withdraw from her now. I realized, based on what my mother had told me Thursday, that this woman needed it all. She needed it to feel complete. Even if only for a little while. My next words told her "No, my dear Mrs Green, this load is for the beautiful woman in my arms right now, who deserves to feel my love. You..."

I felt her shiver with what I told her and then she stopped me by telling me "Oh, Kelly, Juenko is named after me, call me June, though, OK? Why would you shoot it into me, I don't have what it takes any more, I want you to give my family a baby, and I can't have one..." Her tone was on the edge of sobbing.

"June, I'm young, I'll be able to reload for your little girl, I'll fill her right up."

"Oh... you'll let me help you fill up my daughter? You won't hide it from me? I can watch ... oh ... Oh!"

I was quite ready when she climaxed, suddenly letting out a screech that, had it been of a slightly higher pitch, could probably have shattered glass. In this case the cry of her climax made it impossible for me to stop, so I filled her up with my seed, telling her "Oh, June, I'm filling you up!"

In a way it was a relief to know I couldn't impregnate this new lover, especially considering her age. That didn't mean my body didn't want to try. She was so much more needy than I'd ever been... but it felt good to provide her what she needed. That helped me to feel better, especially given our activity together.

As we came down and returned to cuddling, my half-hard dick still in June, her daughter and Red returned. I looked up and Red smiled at me, another uplifting sensation after what June and I had done. Her expression of acceptance confirmed that I'd done what she wanted.

Once I'd gone limp and fell out of her, June rolled away and stuck her butt up in the air, supported by her knees. "Red, please scoop out your fiance's sperm from me and put it into my daughter..."

As Juenko squealed excitedly, getting into an equivalent position with her mother, I threw a wet blanket on these proceedings saying "Didn't she ovulate several days ago? More semen isn't likely to make a difference, is it?" as I watched Red playing with June's clit. Red was both bringing June back to the edge while she transferred my load from mother to daughter, her fingers showing my contribution.

Don't let anyone kid you, just thinking about it provided quite a drive towards a quick recovery. Before long Red was guiding me towards Juenko. I could not believe how quickly my libido, much less my erection, had recovered, even given my age.

June's hand grabbing me and guiding me to the vagina already slick with transferred semen was a surprise that did not last long as I slammed in, pushing the previous load deeper.

It was a further surprise to realize that June had her hand on her daughter's clit, masturbating her daughter to bring her to climax more often. Even I got some attention but Juenko was almost mindless from the almost continuous orgasms her mother helped induce by the time I finally made another delivery into her most welcoming of receptacles. Her sheath had been working me for a reward all along and it was quite an experience. She was very like Red in that respect.

It had taken quite a while despite my excitement so Juenko's ride on June and Red's fingers (along with my strokes) had been a long roller-coaster that had wrung her out.

We all but collapsed onto our sides to spoon, my dick still embedded in her as far as I could be, and listened as she fell asleep while still massaging my penis with her insides. This continued for a few minutes, the feeling of a vagina grasping at me still quite exciting. I took this opportunity, while her daughter gently snored in my arms, to ask June why she'd done so much to maximize her daughter's orgasmic spasms.

"Didn't you know? Orgasms, especially deep ones, make the uterus more open to insemination and even provide some suction to pull the semen into the womb. If she ain't pregnant after this week we'll have to go at it again in three to four weeks..."

"But, June, why? Why do you want her pregnant? By me of all people?"

This older woman sighed, suddenly softening. My heart sank as I watched her sag. "After Ray died in the crash it was only a miracle that I survived, but I'd lost the ability to have more children anyway. Juenko's older sisters were in the car too and, well, have their own scars... and they're both lesbians. They're also sterile. You don't want to know, all right? Juenko is my only hope for children; I want my husband's life to not be completely in vain."

I nodded, a feeling of understanding washing through me. It was not a completely comfortable sensation, though, thinking about how close a family had come to extinction.

"I'd seen you around, you know, Blackie. You're not a large boy. That meant that you weren't so likely to hurt my daughter... and I figured that your baby wouldn't be too big for her. Her previous boyfriend wasn't much bigger than you except for his ego. I talked to Juenko afterwards and she agreed that he wasn't what she wanted. So she approached Red just last week-end. She'd seen Kim out with someone else and realized that you'd be available soon... and that Red was the best person to set you two up."

I looked at Red, startled. "You knew?"

Red shook her head no. "No, she only asked if I'd help her meet you enough to, well, get your attention. I hadn't even thought, at that point, of doing that for myself... until English class on Monday, that is." She smiled at me. "That changed everything."

I sighed. Everything seemed so complicated. With the happy snoring girl in my arms it seemed a temptation to join her in a nap... but this was far too complex for me to just try to sleep it off.

"How will she feel about me? How will Red, here, feel about me? How can I care for so many women? What am I supposed to be doing? And how does Red get the correct measure of my love?"

Both Red and June looked at each other, and Red was ready to speak, when my mother's voice came from the doorway: "She feels good, she feels happy, and you already know that she needs your love."

Good, I could try talking to my mother, there was a question I needed to ask: "Mom, what's wrong with me? Excepting Red, why am I so drawn to girls, well, women, who are messed up and hurting? Why was my first response to seeing June's scars a strong desire to hold, protect and comfort her? Why was it so easy for me to jump June? What's wrong with me?"

My mother smiled at me. It seemed like a self-satisfied kind of smile, almost like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. "There's nothing wrong with you, you're what women want so much to be married to. You're sensitive, so you can feel another's hurt. Injustice also bothers you. I've seen you bloom in the last week, first with Red, who doesn't need to take as much from you, but you gave of yourself anyway. Juenko, here, you wanted to please, despite the conflict of straying from your intended spouse. Sarah, Roberta and Eileen were, well, hurting... and you knew they'd been victims, so their pain became yours because you've been there. Are you still with me?"

I nodded, I was still following what she was saying. I saw Red and June looking between me and my mom with big eyes as Juenko continued her satisfied sounding snore.

"So you comfort and protect. You're limited in how much you can protect Red, of course, but you were so happy to awaken with Samantha in your arms. You want to be protective, which is difficult for a man your size. All in all, despite your self-doubts, well, maybe because of them, you've become a good man."

"But mom, what about June? We fucked each other's brains out! That wasn't the most respectful thing I could have done with this" squeezing the sleeping girl in my arms, who went "mmmm" in her sleep "girl's mother. Sure, Red distracted me from staying soft... and then June popped me into her. That wasn't good of me, was it?"

"June... how did you feel about my son fucking you?"

I flinched. I was still uncomfortable with how I'd treated her, like a lust-crazed animal.

"Ruth, it's been twelve years. And, the way he treated me, it was more a case of making love than just fucking. It's been the best thing I have felt in a long time. I may want to borrow him, now that I know what it's like again."

"Really? Oh, I'm sorry, June. I didn't know. I thought you had been out on dates. Surely..."

Seeing the profound expression of sadness on June's face hit me hard, all over again. I almost released my arms from around Juenko just so that I could gather June in my arms but my mother's hand stopped me from moving. "Tell us, June."

June's eyes were quite wet and I could hear the sobs in her voice, with "I've dated, but, they'd see me, scars and all, and leave me."

My mom turned to me "On your back, son. Make room."

I did so, adjusting Juenko's position, and soon found June curled up to me, her leg over mine in a blatantly possessive move. Possessive moves, like Reds, make me feel good. I felt wanted and even needed.

Her head on my shoulder drew my attention; there was no longer any doubt in my mind. Sexual attention, well, intense sexual attention was just what she had needed. And I'd been the one to give it to her.

I kissed her.

She was startled. I kissed her again.

It didn't take long before we were kissing pretty hot and heavy. Being a teen-ager my body liked this and chose to demonstrate how much she got through to me.

Her motions next to be brought her in contact with that very visible signal of my interest; she grasped it and, pulling back from my lips, asking "Do you really want me? Really?"

It wasn't really hard enough to do much with it, but it was a sign to her that I found her attractive. I realized that she needed to feel desirable, and I was providing that for her.

I drew my arm out from under my sleeping lover and rolled on top of her mother June, telling her "I love you, you know. As much as I love your daughter. And Red." We kissed and I was suddenly startled by my Mom.

I learned about prostate massages. So did Red. I was on top of June and my mom had shoved a lubricated finger up my ass and demonstrated the procedure, and then switched with Red so she could try it out. Under my mother's guidance, Red's finger finished the job: my half hard made the jump to steel-hard. My mom had Red use her other hand to guide me back into June before removing her stroking finger.

Our second session together, in the full vision of my mother and Red, got pretty hot, hard and heavy, despite how long it was taking me. June urged me on, asking me to "slam it" into her.

She was getting what she asked for. It was fucking, yes, but I kept on slowing to express more affection than lust with it. She'd accept that and encourage me to slam it to her again. I was learning here that there were times when "making love" meant putting the sex first and the affection after, and this was the first time I really threw myself, first and foremost, into the purely physical part of this activity.

This was so different from every time I'd made love before, but June's response seemed wildly enthusiastic. I didn't understand.

When you're slamming your member all the way into a woman you don't put much priority on understanding. Understanding why wasn't important. Nor was it required. Doing was was required. Understanding, I hoped, would come later.

After we both came, OK, yes, after I came, June having preceded me more than once, I asked about this.

Well, not right away. I spent some time panting, spooned with June, trying to get my breath back, having felt like I'd just run a marathon. Even though it was a comfortable position, with Juenko scratching my back (she had been awakened as the bed had been shaking more than just a little bit) it was hard for me to understand why June wanted such an enthusiastic fucking. So I asked.

"Uh, guys, I don't understand, even though it was nice and, well, athletic, why June was so responsive. It was like I was an animal, slamming at her. First off, why did she like it and second off, why was it so easy to turn off my mind?"

Red was smiling at me. "She needed to feel desirable. At the sexual level. Couldn't you tell?"

I nodded back and asked "But why? Why did it make such a big difference?"

June answered this time, with "Well, nobody seems to think I'm sexually attractive. Sure, guys'll talk to me, but once they see me naked, they run away. I'm not kidding. I even had one guy puke on my lawn. It didn't take long for me to get the message that I was ugly."

Ouch. Double Ouch. Tamara and her clique had done their damndest to make me feel ugly and had also tried that on Red. It bothered me because, in my eyes, June wasn't .

She bore the scars of a hellacious experience but it hadn't dimmed the beauty of the woman, taken as a whole. I said so. In so many words.

June jumped on me, pulling my face to her, looking deep in my eyes before turning to my mom and saying "He means it!"

My mother didn't so much smile as smirked. Red's smile was almost blinding but Juenko commented "Of course, mom. I could tell Thursday afternoon that he found Sarah and her friends attractive, despite their bruises and scratches. What do you expect?"

"What's so frigging odd about me?" I had to ask.

Red smiled and said "Nothing."

Juenko smiled, nodded and added "Nothing."

I turned to my mom, expecting the same... and didn't get it. "June, I've learned that there are costs attached to my son's sensitivity and vision, costs that he has to live with for the rest of his life. You can't have sensitivity and caring to this degree without a measure of fragility, it seems."

The room went silent and still, all of us looking at my mom. My own mouth had to be hanging wide open.

"Look, my son, here, is kind, sensitive and caring. He's also been very open to being hurt, as well, though there's some shielding provided by his support network, Red. He's got too much empathy for his own good so his original career plan of becoming a doctor is dead meat right now. He'd never be able to cope with facing people in pain. Now he's going to have to face some other line of work that doesn't have to deal with people who are either physically or emotionally hurting."

"Mom, are you really sure about this? Isn't there some kind of conditioning you can use?"

My mother shook her head, looking suddenly defeated. "Your range won't go low enough, we've worked on this with you. I'd thought that it was because we'd tried to push up your innate sensitive nature, and that we'd gone too far, but, given our work with you in deep trance, well, our efforts didn't really matter. And, because of your empathy, you're more fragile emotionally than I expected. You'll be leaning on Red for a long time, son."

I looked over to Red as I felt her hand reach and squeeze my left shoulder.

Another hand touched my right, and Juenko said "And me, too, Blackie. As long as Red's happy with it, I'm with you."

I saw Red look at Juenko, startled, the saw her stretch to kiss the smaller girl.

After some "thank yous" between Red and Juenko I faced my mother again, worried. "Isn't there something you can do to make me tougher?"

My mother shook her head. "We've tried. Thursday morning was the result. You wind up too brittle. You'll have to live with it, like everyone else with the same inborn talent."

Talent? This is a talent, not something learned? My face must've been twisted because my mom interrupted my thoughts. "Son, there are plenty of people in the world in no better shape than you are. Yes, it's a burden, but, well, it's not something new, it's not something we gave you, except maybe in your genes, and it's not all that terrible. You'll live, you'll be fine. It also doesn't hurt to have people who do love you in your life."

I finally calmed down, mostly due to the looks I was getting from Red and from Juenko. Even June tried to look reassuring, and apologized to me, saying "I'm so sorry I hurt you and upset you, but I needed to feel loved, I was so desperate to feel attractive..."

Yes, I could feel some of her anguish in my own heart, so I pulled her to me and hugged her. "You are loved. By all of us. And you are attractive. If others can't see it, I don't know what's wrong with them. You let us know, well, if there's anything we can do for you."

I watched as June blushed, with "A good, thorough fucking at least once a week will do, I think. Will that be all right with you all?"

I looked at Red, who looked at me and Juenko, before she told June "Make that two to three times a week and it'll be fine."

I think I turned white.

"Blackie," my mom added, "You'll do fine. You love her too, don't you?"

I couldn't deny the feeling, I nodded. "But, mom, there's only so much of me and, well, I'm attached now to too many girls, uh, women, now. I don't dare add anyone. Sure, I think I can cope right now, but this isn't easy, you know."

My mom nodded, before adding "What about Samantha?"

This wasn't exactly something I wanted to hear, right then. Red answered before I could: "He'll take care of her if she still wants him. I'll make sure of it."

I looked at my future wife and stared at her. "Are you really so sure that's reasonable?"

Red smiled. "Yes, it is. I'm sure you'll be fine. I also know that you'd never willingly hurt her feelings any more than you'd hurt mine. And I'll be by your side. Now, guys, how's about we go to the Mall?"

My mom interrupted the approval of this idea from Juenko and her mother by telling us "You'll all want to take a shower before you step out... and it's a cool day today, so you'll want to be dressed for it."

I stayed in bed, curled up with June, as Red and Juenko went off to the shower. I knew the amount of room in the shower was limited so it was easier to wait.

June lay within my arms, giving as much warmth as she gained from me.

After, well, a lot of sex (I lost count) today, I was pretty much sated and ready for a nap. Having June in my arms made it easier for me to relax as she relaxed, her gentle buzzing snore making it easy for me to fade into a nap.

I awakened completely disoriented, until I got enough brain cells together to remember the situation and that June, Juenko's mother, was the woman in my arms. After some more thinking with the revived brain cells as I tried to get fully oriented, I could tell she was still mostly asleep; I felt fortunate that my awakening hadn't disturbed her. I looked up at the clock and saw that our nap had lasted two hours so far.

With my still sluggish mental state it was easy to conclude that more sleep was not that bad an idea. Listening to June breathing, her gentle buzzing snore, helped me to fade out again, shifting only slightly to provide support and warmth to her.

My next awakening was gentle but far more complete, quickly reaching a fully wakeful state. This awakening, however, included a surprise.

Now in all this time I'd never encouraged Red in providing much oral attention to my member, and, really, a blow job was not something I'd experienced to this degree, despite The Program. So my surprise was tempered by pleasure when I looked down and found my member in June's mouth. She'd chosen to awaken me from my nap this way. I found it an interesting way to wake up, I admit, being a gentle way to get a lot of my brain cells all working at one time.

Well, sure all my brain cells were working but what they were working on was the experience I was receiving.

Just about every time before when my member got any kind of oral attention I'd been distracted, but this time I couldn't provide her attention, all I could do was accept it and ride it out. I have to admit that it was very, well, flattering.

My first moan wasn't very loud but, right afterwards, as I looked back down, my eyes met June's.

The impact of this sight was great; my body hadn't been completely ready for action, this brought about the final hardening.

There was something very, well, flattering in all of this.

Once she found that I was completely ready, she quickly made use of it by climbing onto me. She leaned over me, our eyes meeting, and her words finally penetrated my mind. She cooed out "Blackie, you're a good young man and I'm happy my daughter loves you, even if she shares you. Red is being very good to her and me, too, and I love her. You've also made me very happy, too..."

I pulled her head down to mine so we could kiss. This was a very comfortable and comforting moment.

Despite rising to the occasion, the nap hadn't recharged me enough. I was far from my own completion as she cried out her release. I held her as she lay down on top of me, panting, and I started rubbing and scratching her back.

It was a blissful time, June bonelessly laying on top of me, my dick retaining hardness since we were still fully seated; Red's arrival was a bit of a surprise. She was already nude and I watched over June's shoulder as Red straddled my legs, popped me out of June (getting a squeak from her as she was pushed out of the way) and slid onto me. Our eyes locked on each other as we reached full penetration.

June was still getting attention from me which got feebler as Red's activity captured more and more of my attention. It wasn't long before I didn't have any attention left over to give June; Red and I had our eyes on one another when we both reached nirvana. Red leaned over June's back, keeping her between us, and kissed June's shoulder, not being able to reach my mouth. We drifted, then, in a happy sandwich.

There were now three of us making sounds of comfort, my arms as far around both of these women as I could get.

It took a few minutes of bliss before Red and June moved to my sides and we cuddled together. I had their heads on each of my shoulders, bringing a sense of warmth. I was so comfortable at that moment that I didn't consider that someone was missing.

We cuddled for a bit, still coming down from the high we'd reached, before June climbed out and another body climbed in with me while I was kissing Red.

I'd not looked, expecting Juenko. This one felt different, though, so I turned and I think my hair stood straight up.

Samantha's face greeted me, her lips pursed for a kiss. I immediately put our lips together and found her working me over.

It was easy, given the fact that I'd been completely drained sexually, to kiss her without my little head distracting me. It was easy to give her the attention she needed. When we came up for air, I was turned and Red and I went at it.

The two were sharing me; I would kiss one for a timeless moment and then, always seemingly too soon, stop to kiss the other.

For once I could tell that Sam was getting distracted; both Red and I were fully sated, at least sexually, so we could allocate time and attention to the kiss beyond what we'd normally be able to. Sam's kisses every now and then would get shaky.

The break for me came when Sam and Red kissed, giving me some time to breathe. Pretty soon it was Sam that was the center of attention and was getting kissed by Red and I in turn. Sam heated up fast and I upped the ante... by simply lowering myself and kissing her at the same time as Red was, just in a different place. With a little more tongue work, too. The slightly muffled squeaks from above were quite telling, too, as I brought Sam off.

As soon as Sam was resting in Red's arms I made my escape from the bed, stopping only by the head to kiss Red and Sam on their foreheads as they cuddled together. I could tell that Red was fading with Sam as I pulled a sheet over their bodies.

It was my turn to be up and about and I was intending to get some mileage out of it. I'd been trapped in bed for more than just a few hours so the bathroom stop came first. The hot water felt good as I showered off the accumulated sweat and other, albeit pleasant, fluids from my body.

This last week had relaxed my body modesty by more than I would have believed possible so it was nothing to neglect getting dressed up for just being in the house. Going down to the kitchen I found June and Juenko talking with my mother, thankfully not about me directly. I started a kettle of water and got a mug to make myself some tea just before plopping myself into one of the nice chairs to await hot water.

My mom turned to me to ask "And what's happening? All is well?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we cuddled Sam for a bit. I took this opportunity to sneak off and have some tea, relax, and not be in bed all day. I hope, though, that I'm not intruding here." I looked around, concerned that I might've stepped on some toes.

"Actually, son, a question," my mom jumped in. "June told me she could tell you were crying as you held her. Can you tell me what that was really about?"

I looked around and thought about it before leaning back. I wanted to put off the answer, I hoped the kettle would boil so I'd have a distraction. Unfortunately, no way to avoid an immediate answer presented itself. "I thought about what she must have been through, what she'd lost, and how she had to feel through it, and," my eyes misted up again, just by recalling it, "I don't think I could have dealt with it if it had been me." I turned to face June, and asked "I'm not as strong a person as you are, am I?"

June smiled at me. "You're still young yet. You haven't gotten a chance to learn about the different things to live for, but I think you will. Challenges usually come one at a time, which helps you learn how to carry more weight for the next time. Okay, so it's never easy, and it's not fun, but you'll learn. Just like I did. And I had to take care of my babies, which kept me going, long enough to meet you. I know it's weird but I needed what you gave me today."

My mom sat there nodding in agreement.

Juenko was staring at her mother in shock. "Mom, what does that really mean to us?"

June sighed as she turned to her daughter "You'll learn what it means to live for someone else when you have the baby. I had three, I wanted more. You and your sisters needed me to be your mother. I won't lie to you and tell you that I never thought of saying good bye to everything, all right? I figured that it'd be enough for you to have a baby so I could have more reason to stay with it, Okay?"

Juenko nodded, as did I. I was wondering where she was going. It hurt to think she'd considered ending it all but it felt good she hadn't. My mom was also watching June closely as she continued "But, after today with Kelly, here, I know I don't need the baby as much as I did. Just being held and loved by someone who cared was a vast help for me."

Juenko almost looked panicked, which June caught and knew to address: "Look, Juenko, I still want more children around me even though I can't make them myself. Your sisters can't, either, but you can. I'm not in as much of a hurry now. If you're pregnant, now, though, I'll still be very happy. If it takes longer, it takes longer, and that'll be OK too."

"June," my mom jumped in, "has it been that hard for you to cope? And what's the real difference?"

The kettle finally boiled, I have no idea why it had taken so long until I poured the water into my mug and discovered that I'd filled it up. With the tea bag steeping I returned to the table, it being June's turn to hesitate.

She finally gathered herself up to answer: "Yes, it has been very hard for me. Even though I was working it felt like I had no future. If I hadn't had a job like this I'm not sure how I would have made it through, even though we had money from insurance and the wrongful death suit. It took a lot of years-- until Juenko, here, first menstruated-- before I realized that I was still interested in sex. So I dated, which was nice, up to a point, but bad because too many who got past me being a mother couldn't cope with my scars and mastectomy. I was obviously dating the wrong kind of man; Kelly, here, showed me that much. And, as much as the sex was important, it was what came with it that I realized was critical." I was watching her face as she turned to me and seemed to soften instantly as she smiled at me. I could not resist smiling back, showing her that I was content as well.

"Mom, where does this leave me? I thought you wanted me to have a baby by Blackie. Do you still want that? Or what?"

June turned from me and looked at her daughter "You can't know how much I want a new baby in our family, hon. But you can't even begin to realize how I feel having found someone who loves me ... even though I'm barely a woman any more. I may not be as desperate as just a week ago, but it's still important to me."

I had to jump in here. There seemed to be a pedestal being assembled under me and undoing this construct was needed right away. "June, look, I'm not all that unusual. There must be plenty of men who can love and appreciate you. Men who can be with you full time, like I can't. You do deserve the best."

June smiled at me. "I don't need the best. I never needed the best. I just needed someone good enough. You're good enough, even if I'm sharing your attention with other women. It's not like it's reasonable for me to have a monopoly, you know, since I can't give any man children any more. But I can be there to help, now. So, I'll be happy with a little bit of the man who gives me grand-children. It's a miracle to me that you accept me as I am. Sure, I know you aren't perfect. But your family is nice, Red's family is nice, and they're helping me with all of this."

It's not often that I feel so flattered. I knew I wasn't a bad guy but I knew enough about myself to know I wasn't all that perfect, either. It was nice, though, to feel desirable. I did know what to do, smiling and then telling her "Thank you. I know I'm not perfect, but I hope I'll do."

With that finally said my mind wandered. I was feeling a little desirous at that point. Desirous of lunch... or dinner. It was mid afternoon and I'd missed lunch. I said as much, asking "Anything I can gnaw on? I missed lunch", smiling at June, "so I think I could use something to eat." A stomach rumble followed my remarks in seemingly perfect timing.

My mom smiled. "We've got some cold cuts in the fridge for sandwiches. I think everyone else has eaten something since breakfast, so go for it. Dinner will be a bit late tonight; Samuel had some emergencies that'll keep him tied up until later, and I'm going to try holding the meal at least half-way."

I nodded and went rooting through the fridge for something I was willing to eat.

It funny, I didn't think twice, given that this was actually Red's home; over the years we'd spent so much time at one another's home that we'd been "family" for far longer than just this week.

Like lightning out of the blue, everything fit together. We had already melded together so well over the last few years that our parents had known, well before Red and I had, that we fit each other's family.

And now my folks were mixing things up, bringing our two families even closer together. I wasn't even sure that our families could get much closer, but part of me was worried that it was happening anyway.

Worried? Yes. But the feeling was mixed; I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Only time would tell.

Hunger finally won out over introspection; I built up a sandwich for myself and got myself something to drink as well.

With that I sat down at the table as the discussion turned back to The Program.

My mom jumped in first, with "Kel, I was called in with some of the other supporting shrinks over your second week in the Program. Because you're a repeat there's been some debate over whether to double up the pairs; the details have not been all worked out yet and, well, I couldn't tell you who you are likely to be teamed up with even if I got the names. There was some discussion of policy, so, well, I suggest you expect the unexpected."

Like that helped me know what was likely to be expected of me, so I sighed. "All right, I understand. I hope you and all of the rest of the shrinks supporting the Program here have an idea on what it's like for the victims of this whole process."

My mom smiled at me, brightly, as if she was holding on to a private joke. This could not have been calculated to calm any of my fears. Her smile became far sweeter, it seemed, as she told me "Look at how far ahead you got. You finally found the right woman for you, right under your nose. And she found you, too. By using the Program to make you notice each other, you each learned where you belong. And I'm very pleased this worked out."

Well, she would be pleased. I don't think she understood any of the real price tags I was facing. "Mom, I think you are missing something, here. Yes, Red and I got ourselves together, but it was very public, and I'm not sure all of the problems from this have come up, yet. I can't speak for Red, she seems pretty pleased, but look at me, I've given my heart to so many people, what's left of me? I don't feel like I can take care of all of these people looking to me, and I'm afraid of failing any of them. I can't bear the thought that I might fail Juenko, here, or her mother June," they each flinched when named, "and it hurts to think that I might hurt them. And that's nowhere near my fear level when I think about failing Red, either. I've also got other girls looking to me for support."

My mother nodded. "All right, your self-doubt, within reason, is good to maintain your balance. At the same time, though, you need to realize that they're not completely dependant upon you."

Juenko chimed in with "Blackie, I know you're human and I do know that you love me, too. I don't think you realize that it works the other way, too, because I love you and I don't want to hurt you by falling short, either, so I guess we have that fear in common. You do, too, right mom?"

June smiled at me, "Yes, dear. Blackie, you're lovable too, you know. And just today, with our time together, I felt so wonderful ... and then felt afraid to disappoint you. My baby girl knows, Blackie, and so do I. I remember, too, that I sometimes felt like I wasn't good enough for my husband... and he'd have to talk with me for too long to get me to realize he was really happy with me. It's not funny, now, to realize that we all must occasionally feel unsure of ourselves. I've had my self-doubts, of course, but today, I need to live for me, not for someone else."

My mom was taking this all in. I wasn't sure what she was making of our talk as Juenko added "Blackie, I know what you are capable of... and I know you'd pour so much of yourself into someone who needs you that you fear losing yourself. I watched you, you know, as you made love-- and it was love, I could tell-- to my mother, who needed it. I could tell that we couldn't give her all of what she needed and it was good to see her actually happy." Juenko turned to my mother who was sporting one of her enigmatic smiles: "I'm pleased with who I love-- and who loves me. I think you did good. Thank you."

It was my turn to blush; I felt my face burning. Even my mom's smile was shaken and she sounded a bit shook up when she answered "Just like any of us, he's a work in progress. I've not had as much a hand in his growth as Red has, I hope you realize."

June jumped in "Yes, but Ruth... He had to come from somewhere. I have daughters I am well-pleased by, I just hope I can claim the credit for their good aspects."

Juenko snickered. My mom was still uncomfortable. I could tell she was hoping for an interruption, just as I had when the kettle was on.

Unlike me, she got one. Red and Sam came barging into the kitchen and dropped into chairs on my side of the table. I got a whiff of them-- they had obviously not showered-- and my dick twitched but stayed pretty much down. It appeared that it'd take longer for me to recover from our labors of the morning.

I'd built a sandwich while we'd been talking so I slid the makings over to Red so that she could assemble herself a sandwich.

I was biting into my sandwich when Sam spoke up, "You know, Blackie, I'm still a virgin. I do hope that you realize I want that corrected today, not tomorrow."

The room was still. I had to finish chewing and swallowing the bite I had in my mouth as all of the females around the table stared at me, waiting for my response.

This time I had something to delay a reply; I masticated that bite of sandwich for as long as possible as the stares gathered strength and my mother's own stare quickly evolved into a glare. She wanted an answer. Probably right away.

I was ready to swallow the last dregs of that bite when Sam asked me, point blank, "Don't you want to? Am I that ugly to you?"

My face must have told the story; I did not think she was ugly. My dick would hopefully require less than three days to rise from the dead so that I could do for her what she wanted.

"Sam, you are not ugly, especially to me, and it isn't a matter of me not wanting to do this for you, it's more a matter of 'why me'? I am sure that there are other boys who could be right for you that you would not need to share. Mind you, I care for you, I don't want you hurt, but this is not something casually done; I'd be giving away yet another piece of my heart to you. While you are worth it I'm not sure I can care for you."

Red looked at me, then I saw her eyes meet Sam's, then they both looked at me, at each other again. I saw smiles forming during this back-and-forth which told me they'd been planning something. Juenko was smiling with June and my mom as both Sam and Red stared at me and broke up laughing.

The discomfort of feeling that you're being laughed at, most especially by the one person you trust more than any other, hurt. I'm sure it showed on my face.

Red must have realized that she hurt me by laughing; her mouth snapped shut and her face looked like she'd been slapped. Everyone else quieted down so Red said, "I'm so sorry, sweetheart; I didn't realize that you'd be hurt. We weren't laughing at something you did or said, just at the whole situation. Sam loves us, as in us both. She wants to share because she's afraid of being alone in a relationship. So your attempt to suggest she look for a boy she can keep to herself was more scary than sharing you with Juenko, June and me."

That went a long way to calming me down; my breathing had slowed and the light-headed feeling I'd been getting faded quickly. "Are you really sure, Sam? Is that really how you feel?"

I saw her start to blush and she nodded. "I know that I've had feelings for Red for some time, so I figured that I'd live my life as a lesbian. I was crushed when I found out that the two of you were together, but you both still showed me love and affection. I realized that I liked you, too, and that I was really bisexual, and I want to make sure you would accept me. I'm still mostly lesbian, really, but Red told me that you care for me, too, and want me to be happy."

I'd thought that she'd outgrown what she'd said on Monday in the library but her growth had been towards us, not away. A sigh escaped my lips as I shrugged. "Sam, all right, when I can, I will do as you ask. I just want it to be the best possible experience so that you won't lose interest in me. What did you have in mind?"

Sam looked around. She was small, but she looked up to Red and then to Juenko and even June. A glance at my mother did encourage her to continue. "I want to be warmed up by both Red and Juenko, held and cuddled by June and Ruth. When can we do this?"

I wasn't a complete fool. Between Red's influence, my parents had taught me the value in cooperating with the inevitable, but it was up to me to answer, which I did: "We will need to wait a bit for me to recover the ability to get stiff again. Right now I've got a long way to go; I am so very fucked-out from this morning."

"Tonight, then? What say we go out for a movie? Red? Juenko? What's showing?"

No longer in the thick of things, I could turn my attentions back to gnawing my way through my sandwich and watched them build their own. Juenko had come back with the newspaper and I sat by as the girls found a movie to go out for.

I chose to not make any comments about the movie, figuring that even a chick-flick was no problem. I did shower with each of the three girls I was going out with and helped them with their clothes and they helped me, too.

When we drove out (I didn't try to compete with Red for the keys, especially when she didn't want to tell me which theater we were going to) but I did park the car out in the lot as the girls got the tickets.

It was a strangely comedic remake of an older action movie done as a chick flick; it was something we all enjoyed. Some scenes were, well, arousing, despite my morning.

I'd sat between Red and Sam but this soon changed as Sam curled up on my lap as Juenko took her seat. Sam was small enough to not be an uncomfortable weight.

Realization that the movie was chosen to get me warmed up for Sam was not immediate, though it was soon obvious that Sam's bottom was the sensor assigned to the task of determining my level of recovery.

Recovery of function (well, recharge, really) wasn't in any real doubt; only the schedule the girls were looking for was aggressive. It was nice to know that I'd be functional shortly after arriving home.

We`returned to Red's house where my mom was waiting for us with June and we were fed a nice dinner before being hustled to the bathroom (again!) to deal with showering (again!); I was left in the shower to finish washing myself as the others left for Red's bedroom.

My arrival there was to a scented room with candles providing a flickering light; Sam was on the bed, my mother cuddled up to one side of Sam providing a place where Sam's leg was draped over; the other side had June providing her own warmth. Each of Sam's legs was draped over the two women, providing a wide area for Red and Juenko to work.

From the looks of things Sam was not exactly all present and accounted for; she was writhing in a fashion I'd never seen before. I must admit that the swirling and dancing hips did make quite an impression on me... or, at least, one key part of my anatomy. She was more than just a little bit ready and it was when both Juenko and Red pulled away that I could see that my mother was whispering into Sam's ear.

I wasn't exactly much more present and accounted for; the blood rushing to my nether regions made me far more easily seduced by the dance of Sam's hips and it wasn't long before my little head was slippery and seeking her entrance. Both Red and Juenko had their hands in play, guiding me to Sam's core, stroking my member against her wetness and Sam moaned.

There should have been no way for me to get harder; I was way beyond the "Al Gore" level of stiffness.

Sam continued her motions and, with my two helpers holding me steady, Sam herself shifted to initiate penetration. Red pulled her hand away as I made short but deepening strokes, Juenko helping to control my depth. Red's fingers were back on Sam, making sure that this girl becoming a woman enjoyed the transition. I was encouraged to take my time.

Juenko had been played with and as stimulated this morning almost as much as Sam was now, so I'd gotten some experience in stroking into a woman who was in repeated orgasms. Sam was pretty far gone as she gasped and groaned. Her squeaks as I his bottom, smacking Red's fingers against her clit, added to my own stimulation.

Despite my earlier activities just that morning, I wasn't going to last as long this time. I didn't realize that it wasn't the plan for Sam's first time; the fact that I went off so quickly had been planned, ensuring that Sam's experience would remain positive by reducing any post-coital pain or soreness from stretching.

She was wet enough, I think, to have taken a lot bigger man than me. Her sudden scream, though, as I climaxed shook me, her tight sleeve going into stronger convulsions around me as she hit a much stronger climax.

It was only as we cuddled afterwards, somehow my mom and June had rolled us over so that tiny Sam was on top of me with Red and Juenko on either side, that I heard Sam murmur "I love you."

I echoed the sentiment, and thought about it. I was half asleep as I realized that I did love her, just as I loved Red, Juenko and June; even Roberta, Eileen and Sarah. Each held a part of me.

It was just as I faded, with Sam as a living blanket, that I realized that they'd each given me a part of their own hearts because they loved ME.

Being loving is good. Being loved, in turn, and finally open to feeling it in full measure, made it far less frightening to give love.

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