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notice attached.  The author may be contacted at rkhaan@ix.netcom.com. 
Copyright 1996-1999, Robert B. Morton II, all rights reserved.


Disclaimer

For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on
you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is
caveat lector... you have been warned.  The following is a work of fiction
and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places,
living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.


ETIENNE:  DREAMING OF THINGS TO COME

Part I, Chapter One

Lorne Williams studied the activity around him with care, noting the
security people for the visiting VIPs were obvious.  As general manager of
one of the largest research centers in the country, Lorne was used to VIPs
coming and going.  Still, today was different.

His boss, Geoff Levin, MD, Ph.D., was bringing Carlton Pharmaceuticals'
board of directors in to show off their multi-billion-dollar investment. 
Shaking his head at the type of ass-kissing Dr. Levin was apparently doing,
Lorne stepped back into his office, which overlooked the reception area on
one side and the area known as Lab One.  He studied his handsome face in the
in full length mirror behind the door as he closed it and noticed a new gray
hair nestled among the waves of black.

At 40 years old, he was not only the youngest man in his position; he was
the only Black in Carlton's upper management.  As he contemplated the reason
for the errant hair, the phone rang.  Crossing to his desk, he picked up the
handset, surprised to hear the voice of his 16-year-old daughter, Etienne.

"Eti, what's going on?" he asked.  "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yes," she answered.  "I just wanted you to know I'm home from school
and to ask you about dinner."

Lorne could picture his little girl, all smiles and becoming quite a pretty
young lady.  Ever since his wife, Eleanor, died, his work and Etienne was
all that mattered to him.

"Sure, honey," he finally said.  "At home or would you like to have a date
with a tired, old doctor?"

She giggled, but said, "Tired, huh?  Dinner at home will be fine, then. 
I'll start on the salad and I'll see you later."

He smiled at the thought of Eti bustling around the kitchen.  Since they did
not require his presence at the meeting being held in Lab One, he buzzed his
secretary and told her he was leaving for the day.  He also let her know if
Levin needed him, they could reach him at home.

The ride home was quicker than usual; before long, he was turning onto the
main drive of Cascade Falls, a quiet upper-middle class housing development.
 He remembered the day the house was completed and the joy on Ellie's face
when he finally showed it to her.  Keeping the house a secret was difficult
while they were building it, but somehow he managed to hide the construction
costs from the household budget program.

Closing the garage door behind him, Lorne entered the house and looked
around, a feeling of pride swelling inside him.  He remembered his poor
roots and marveled from time to time how hard work could pay off.

Turning into the kitchen, he saw Etienne hard at work slicing tomatoes for
the salad and humming a tune he couldn't recognize.  He could smell steaks
broiling and he was slightly embarrassed when his stomach growled, a
reminder that he had missed lunch due to the project startup procedure.

At 16, Etienne had large, firm breasts and her mother's full lips.  Her wide
hazel-brown eyes stood out against her light brown skin, framed by her long,
jet-black hair.  How much she resembles her mother, he thought as he cleared
his throat.  Etienne turned at the sound and when she saw her father, the
smile spread quickly across her face.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so you have time to get cleaned up
before we eat."

Hmm.  Bossy, too - just like her mother.


Part I, Chapter Two

All during dinner, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Etienne, surprised
to feel his cock beginning to grow hard.  It served to remind him he didn't
really have time for sex since Ellie died - between his job and raising
Etienne, where could time be found?  More, he realized his erection was
growing larger the more he looked at Eti.  Her voice brought him back to the
present.

"...And I got an A on my science test."  Her voice trailed off as she
noticed the odd look on her father's face.  "Dad?  What's wrong?"

Without saying anything, Lorne stood suddenly, forgetting his now raging
hard on.  Etienne's eyes grew large at the sight of the huge bulge in her
father's pants, her young pussy instantly getting hot and wet.

A friend at school, Cindy Harrison, had once bragged her father spent a lot
of time between her legs.  Of course, Eti didn't believe her one bit.  One
night during a slumber party, however, she had gotten up to go to the
bathroom and, on the way there, she heard the sounds of someone moaning
softly.

Following the sounds to the den, she noticed the door was opened slightly
and peeked in - and saw Cindy being fucked with gusto by her father.  Eti
was both shocked and fascinated by the scene before her.  Cindy's face was
twisted with the effort of containing her father's ramming cock inside her
young, tight pussy.  Having never seen a man's penis before, the sight of it
awed her as Mr. Harrison continued his plunging in and out of Cindy with
deep, swift strokes lifting her off the edge of the desk.

Flushed with excitement, Eti slowly backed away from the lurid scene, very
much aware of an ache that suddenly appeared between her own legs.  She
hurried off to the bathroom and back to her sleeping bag and, after a while,
she was fast asleep.  Nevertheless, her dreams were of large, hard dicks.

Her mind snapped back to the present.  Her father was saying, "...so, I'll
just go to bed.  Don't forget your homework and remember to put the dishes
away."

Etienne just nodded and watched her father walk away, the residue of
emotions still fresh in her mind.  She completed her after-dinner chores
mechanically and soon found herself at her desk, trying to focus on her
notes for the upcoming algebra test.  She found her concentration wasn't
complete, the algebraic symbols momentarily losing their meaning.

Eti was frustrated and she was very much aware of the source of the
frustration.  Sighing, she crossed the room to her bed, stretched out and
let her thoughts take control.

Eti's mind opened to the scene of her father getting up from the table, the
bulge in his pants clearly defined.  Just the thought of the sight set her
blood on fire.  No matter how hard she tried to clear her mind, the picture
hovered there.

It bothered her to the point where, even wrapped in the comfort of her bed,
she couldn't get comfortable.  Her hand slipped under her shirt and she
absently toyed with a nipple.  With her other hand, she undid her jeans, her
fingers entwining the lush forest of hair.  She often felt embarrassed at
the crop of dark, curly hair framing her mound.  She let her finger slide
further down and she began to rub her clit, another prominent feature she
often wished she didn't have - but it didn't matter right now.

She continued to massage her now-erect nipples with one hand, the other
rubbing her clit with greater urgency, her pleasure increasing.  Etienne
stopped long enough to wriggle out of her restricting jeans, letting her
spread her long legs wider.

The improved access to her wetness was just what the doctor ordered, as she
left her nipples to spread herself wider, slipping two fingers inside.  She
imagined the huge imprint in her father's pants was inside her instead of
her fingers, a thought which increased the heat inside her.

Mouth open, eyes slightly closed, Etienne worked her young pussy feverishly
as her climax built.  She saw in her mind her father's ass rising and
falling rhythmically as he fucked her until, finally, she exploded.  She
gasped as the sensation hit her hard, causing her to tremble with the
release.

Etienne found this was what she needed, as she curled up feeling warm and,
at least, momentarily sated, she drifted off.

*   *   *

Lorne stepped back, closing the door just as quietly as he had opened it. 
He had gone to Eti's room to apologize for not being very social at dinner.
As he was about to knock on the door, Lorne heard the sounds of Eti's
labored breathing and wondered if she was crying because of his rude
behavior.

Turning the knob gently, he looked in and saw his daughter fingering
herself, lost in her own pleasure.  The sight of his little girl's fingers
sliding effortlessly in and out of her love nest cause him to have an
immediate erection.  Butterflies appeared in his stomach and his knees felt
weak as he wondered what she was imagining.  His own thoughts were running
rampant as he watched her, noticing how large her clit was as she rubbed it
furiously, reminding him again how much Etienne reminded him of her mother.

Lorne watched as Eti climaxed, her young body trembling with such energy,
her breasts shaking with each wave rushing through her.  As she was curling
up, he silently closed the door and stood there, shaking.  He went back to
his own bedroom, his thoughts wild and what he just witnessed.  Realizing
his own need for release, he quickly undressed, his cock springing free from
restraint.

His hand found his erection instantly and began the slow massaging action to
which he'd become accustomed to.  Eti, naked and open, flashed in his mind
as he stroked his cock, wondering what it would be like to take her like the
woman she was quickly becoming.  The thought shamed him and inflamed his
passion that much more as his strokes were getting longer and faster.

Lorne threw his head back and let out a long moan as he felt the beginnings
of his own orgasm.  With the picture of Eti's clit in his mind, he came, the
long white spurts crossing the room and landing on the carpeting.  He
continued to stroke his spasming manhood, thinking it's been too long, much
too long.

Lorne walked to his bathroom to get a towel and began cleaning up.  He felt
the heat of shame intermixed with the flush of release on his face as he
knelt to remove the now-cooling sperm from the rug.  He started the shower,
feeling the sudden need to be clean.

The water stung him but relaxed him as its heat penetrated his tense
muscles.  Reaching for the soap, he reflected on his feelings about Etienne.
 Surprised he was even capable of thinking about Eti in sexual terms; the
taboos of his youth instantly took their place in his mind, screaming their
warning of wrongness.

However wrong, Lorne couldn't deny his thoughts were somewhat exciting. 
Hell, who was he fooling?  Just the thought of sliding his cock into his
"little girl" was such a rush he felt both excited and ashamed
simultaneously.  He was becoming confused, his thoughts warring with his
feelings.  He remembered how embarrassed he felt whenever Ellie asked him to
change Eti as a baby.  Obviously, he'd seen more than his share of pussy,
but this was somehow different.  He would complete the task, always coming
away from it a little shaken and never really knowing why.

Turning off the shower, he began the task of drying himself while trying to
clear the jumble of thoughts in his head.  Lorne knew he should focus on his
work; he was sure after today's presentation, the secret project in Lab One
would require some reworking, especially after Levin got through fucking up
things.

Shaking his head at the workload he was sure to face in the morning, he
killed the lights and left the bathroom - and found Eti standing in the
bedroom doorway.

Mouth open, Lorne was surprised because it wasn't like Eti to just come into
his room without announcing herself first.  In fact, he was so shocked at
seeing her there, he completely forgot the fact he hadn't covered himself! 
Wrapping the towel around himself and regaining some measure of composure,
he crossed to his dressing table and began combing his damp hair.

"So," he began.  "What brings you here at this late hour?"

"I think we need to talk about something," she answered.

"Okay.  Sit and tell me what's on your mind, Peaches."

Etienne grinned at the use of her nickname.  He only called her that when he
wanted to lighten what may be a serious conversation.

Without preambles, Eti said, "You were watching me, weren't you?"

Lorne flinched; he didn't think she had heard the door close.

"Uh, well, not really," he finally answered.  "I came to apologize and when
you didn't answer my knock, I thought something may have been wrong."

"So you stuck your head in?" she asked.

Lorne nodded, clearly embarrassed.

"I didn't hear you knock, but I thought I heard the door close."

"Well, I thought I had been quiet about it."

They sat silently for a few moments.  Eti had her fears confirmed and Lorne,
well, he felt like Peeping Tom.  Eti then made the biggest decision of her
young life.  Clearing her throat, she said, "I guess, then, my watching you
evened up the score."  She waited for the shit to hit the proverbial fan.

Lorne closed his eyes, a silent "oh, shit" escaping his lips - and his face
felt incredibly hot.  "You saw that, huh?"

Eti nodded and sat back to wait for the angry outburst.

Lorne just sat there, looking for all the worlds like a condemned man.  He
couldn't think straight and he really needed to think clearly to deal with
this situation.  His daughter, however, was a little short on patience; she
wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.  She was wondering what
sort of punishment he'd give her when he said, "So. How do we deal with
this?"

Not being exactly what she expected to hear, Eti blinked, not knowing how to
answer.  Her mind was racing; she knew how she'd like to deal with it.  The
sight of her father standing in the middle of the room, stroking his large,
hard dick was still fresh in her mind.  It was everything she dreamed it
could be and, oh, how she wanted it.

Upon realizing she had heard the door close, Eti sat immediately, knowing it
could have only been one person there.  "He saw you," her mind screamed, and
she was scared.  "Still," her mind whispered, "isn't it what you wanted all
along?"

Eti tried to shake the whispers out of her head, all the time knowing it was
the truth.  She had decided to go to him and tell him.  When she got to his
room, she noticed the door was ajar, so she peeked in.  Just in time to see
her father furiously jerking his cock, his hand a blur.

Eti stood transfixed in the doorway as Lorne continued the rapid movement. 
Suddenly, she saw him stiffen, his hand now moving as if he'd lost all
rhythm and stifled a gasp when she saw the first long spurt of semen
exploding from the swollen head of his dick.  Spurt after spurt shot from
his heaving manhood as she heard her father gasp.  Even from where she was
standing, she could hear his load as it hit the carpeted floor.

As Lorne moved to the bathroom, Eti realized she had actually stepped into
the room.  Fear glued her where she stood as he came out of the bathroom
with a towel.  Eti knew had he just knelt where he stood, she would be
caught.  However, Lorne turned his back to the doorway, cleaned up his spent
seed, and returned to the bathroom.

When Eti heard the shower running, she moved to escape - and found she
couldn't, for some reason.  Her knees were weak and shaking as she grabbed
the door's edge for support.  She had no idea how long she stood there with
her mind swimming but, as she regained her composure, her father had stepped
back into the bedroom proper.

"Shit," she thought.  "I never heard the water stop!"  She was caught, like
an insect in amber.  Etienne snapped back to the here and now, noticing her
father's concerned look.

"Is there something wrong, Peaches?" he asked.  "I asked you a question and
you were a million miles away."

"I'm okay." She responded.  Eti was aware of a whole squadron of butterflies
who suddenly appeared in her stomach.

"Well?" asked her father, his concern deepening.

"Now is our chance!" her mind whispered.  "It's now or never!"

Clearing her throat, she said, "What I want to do about this is, um..."

"Go ahead, say it!"  The voice continued to tease her.

"I want to fuck you!" she blurted out finally.  One part of her mind was
totally shocked at her outburst while the part of her, the one consumed with
lust for this man, was very much pleased.

Lorne, too, was of two minds, one part stunned at his daughter's words, one
part thinking that it wouldn't be a bad idea.  Where was the moisture in his
mouth?  His mouth was so dry!  He blinked, as if it would instantly solve
the problem.

"Uh, Eti," he began.  "Do you know what you're saying?"  Inwardly, he hoped
she did.   Under his towel, he could feel his cock beginning to stir in
anticipation.

Eti, for her part, was doing some thinking of her own.  Gathering her
resolve, she moved toward the bed where her father was sitting.  "That's it!
 Go get it.  You know you want it and so does he!"

She approached her father, her fear slipping away at every step.  She stood
before him and looked into his eyes and saw his want and his morality
clashing inside him.  Etienne made up her mind, knowing somehow she couldn't
walk away now.


Part I, Chapter Three

In the mysterious way only women seem to know about, Etienne pulled the
oversized T-shirt she had been wearing over her head in one continuous
motion, revealing her young body.  Her large breasts were considered a curse
for her - but now she was hoping her father would like them.

"Yes, I know exactly what I am saying," she finally answered.

Lorne was frozen in place at the sight of his little girl's well-developed
body.  He drank in her large breasts in a glance, his eyes moving down to
her flat belly and stopping at the tufts of dark hair covering her mound. 
He could even see the head of her unusually large clit, thinking her
mother's hadn't been so pronounced.

"This is...  Peaches, this is wrong," he croaked.

Eti remained silent as she stepped closer to Lorne.  Now mere inches away,
she reached down and, in one deft movement, stripped him of his towel,
exposing his now raging erection.  She marveled at how large and thick it
looked close up.  She watched it throb with every beat of his racing heart.

Lorne tried to stand but Etienne was standing too close to him.  His eyes
frantically searched for the swiped towel, hoping to covering his
embarrassment, but it was on the other side of the room.

"No, Peaches; we can't..." his protest sounding weak in his ears.

"We can, dear father.  And we will."  With those words, Etienne knelt before
him until his cock was in her face.  She reached up and tried to encircle it
with her hand, but it was too large for her small hand.

Lorne struggled to free himself as he watched her head dip to capture the
head of his cock in her mouth.

"Yes, oh, yes!" the voice in her head screamed as she covered the
plum-shaped cock head, her tongue fluttering across the slitted opening. 
She had always dreamed of doing this, often practicing with lollipops and
bananas in her room.  Ah, but this was the real thing, not a piece of candy
or fruit.

Growing bolder, she let her mouth slide further down his shaft slowly.  She
gagged slightly as the head of his massive cock reached the back of her
throat.  Backing off, the feeling quickly disappeared.

Lorne could only watch with a mixture of horror and pleasure, as his baby,
his little darling, began to suck him, her head bobbing gently.  He could
tell this was new for her, but he didn't care.  This was so very wrong and
felt so very good!

Lorne's excitement rushed through him as her inexperienced mouth worked on
him.  She looked up at him and the sight of his hard blackness penetrating
her mouth was too much for him.  He was coming and he tried to move her
head.

Eti could feel the tremors in his cock.  As she looked up at him, the
tremors got stronger and she could feel his hand trying to move her off her
captured prize.  "He's going to come," the voice in her head said.  She held
her position despite his efforts to steal her treat from her.

Lorne struggled against his daughter.  He couldn't believe that he couldn't
free himself until finally, Lorne realized he didn't want to be freed.  He
relaxed a little and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips.  His hips began to
fuck her hot, moist mouth with short, gentle strokes.

Eti's mouth strained to hold his thrusting meat.  Her jaws were beginning to
ache, but she was determined to have this.  With both hand around his thick
shaft, she slid them up the shaft, feeling the bunched skin against her
widely spread lips.

Lorne was bucking out of control, his legs moving as if they had a mind of
their own, his head violently moving back and forth as Eti sucked and jerked
his dick.  He stiffened as he started coming, the intensity almost causing
him to pass out.

"Oh, yes!" he breathed as his balls emptied their load into her mouth.

Eti wasn't prepared for the copious volume of liquid lust pouring from the
slit of his cock.  When her father's body went stiff, she instinctively
moved her mouth back to cover only the bulbous head of his cock.  She could
feel each spurt on her tongue, hot and salty.  He was coming so much it
started leaking through the seal of her lips, trailing down her chin and
neck.

As he softened, Etienne lifted her head, licking his seed from her lips and
looked at her father, now sprawled across the bed, trembling as if he were
cold.  Climbing on the bed next to him, she could see the beads of
perspiration on his forehead and upper lip.  His eyes opened and, after a
few seconds, they focused on her.

She smiled at him, feeling good and very wicked.  Lorne blinked several
times, clearing his vision until he could only see one Eti instead of two.

He started to speak, but Eti silenced him with a kiss, her tongue snaking
between his lips in an instant.  His mouth softened beneath hers as he
returned the kiss, tentatively at first, but with increasing desire.  Lorne
could taste his sperm on her lips as their tongues battled against each
other.  The depth of her own passion was quickly overcoming Eti as her
father rolled her over onto her back, their lips still locked tightly
together.

Lorne was in command now, and he planned on taking full advantage of it. 
Breaking the kiss, he ran his tongue down the side of her face to the spot
behind her ear, stopping along the way to nibble at her earlobe.  Eti's arms
wrapped around his neck as he nuzzled her neck, licking and sucking her
sweet flesh gently.  He was mumbling incoherently as he worked his way to
her breasts, so full and soft.

Capturing a nipple between his lips, he sucked at it while his fingers
sought and found her incredibly large clit.  He grabbed it between two
fingers and began to jerk her clit, surprised at how much it felt like a
cock.

Her hips rose to meet his probing fingers, waves of ecstasy flowing over her
as he sucked each of her nipples in turn, his tongue tracing crazy patterns
over them.

Lorne was growing impatient; he had to taste her!  With some reluctance, he
abandoned her more than ample breasts.  Spreading her legs, he opened his
beautiful flower, exposing her wetness.  He could easily see her young cunt
lips were spread slightly and her clit, so large and full, easily stuck out
a good inch or two from her juicy lips.

Eti could feel her father's breath on her pussy as drew closer.  Her eyes
closed and she tried to relax as much as she could.  His tongue touched her
clit and it was if something electrical had landed there.

With a near savage grunt, Lorne dove into his daughter's cunt, licking and
sucking her young pussy like a starving man.  He barely noticed that Eti had
spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her blossoming womanhood. 
He sucked her clit, thinking this is what it must feel like to suck a cock,
as his tongue raced around the head of her clit, feeling it grow harder
between his lips.

Lorne ran his tongue into her virgin cunt, sliding between the gaping flesh.
 He probed deep into her, tasting the clean fresh taste of her sex.

Eti thrashed uncontrollably on the bed as her father ate her.  Her hand
reached out and found his cock, now hard again, and moved herself so that
she could suck him.  Feeling her mouth on him again filled Lorne with more
energy and he doubled his efforts, sucking her clit furiously as she fucked
his face.

The new lovers ate each other like this for some time, each savoring the new
but wrong feelings of what they were doing.

Etienne experienced an orgasm so intense that she felt as if she couldn't
breathe.  She released his straining cock from her mouth as she thrust her
hips against his face, riding out her orgasm.

Lorne was surprised as Eti came, a hot rush of liquid so strong and so
unexpected it got up his nose, stopping his breathing and stinging his
nostrils.  Despite this, he continued to suck her clit, feeling it quivering
in his mouth.

He moved quickly to position himself between her open legs.  What he wanted
to do was to rush in strongly; however, Etienne was still a virgin, so he
had to be careful not to rip her open.

Sensing his hesitation, Eti looked up at him, her eyes wild with lust.  "DO
IT!" she screamed.  "DO IT NOW!"

The harshness of her words shook him and, without a further thought, plunged
into his daughter's unproven flesh.  He felt his cock spread her wide and
deep, until he pressed against her maidenhead.  Without hesitation, he
thrust forward savagely, passing through her cherry easily until he was deep
inside her.

Eti grunted with the force of his entry, the sharp pain blazing through her
as she lost her cherry.  The pain was intense, but subsided as quickly as it
had appeared.  She felt her father's hand cradle her ass, lifting her
slightly as the last couple of inches of hard maleness slid into her.  She
felt stuffed, never imagining that it could feel this good.

Lorne fucked slowly at first, giving his Peaches time to adjust.  He looked
into her eyes and, as they met, he knew that this was what he'd always
wanted.

"You okay?" he asked.

Eti smiled back at him and nodded, her deepest desire becoming a reality.

He returned her nod and began to fuck her with gusto.  All he wanted to do
was to please her as he drove his hardness into her.  Lorne looked down and
could see his thickness as it withdrew, covered with her juices and, to his
shock, a little blood.  His stroke faltered, guilt plainly written across
his face.

"Don't worry, Dad," she said, reading his expression.  "I'm fine.  Just fuck
me, please!"

Shaking his head, he resumed his movement inside her, his own passion now
growing with leaps and bounds.  Gone were any feelings of guilt; all he knew
was Eti felt good under him.

Eti wrapped her legs around her father as best she could, holding on to him
tightly as he fucked her, her breasts shaking everywhere with the force of
his thrusts inside her.  He filled her totally and completely, to the point
where it was both painful and pleasurable.  Their grunts and groans of
pleasure filled the room, their sweat mingling with the other juices as
Lorne rode his little girl hard.  His lips found hers and they shared a deep
kiss, tongue flitting here and there.  The sounds of breathing were heavy in
each other's ears as they continued to kiss.

Eti whispered in her father's ear, "Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck your little girl!"

Lorne really didn't need encouragement, but he aimed to please her.  Taking
a deep breath, he cut loose on her, his hips moving swiftly, their bodies
impacting at their junction of love.

His strokes quickened and Eti could feel his cock swell inside her,
stretching her beyond her limits while feeling the first spurt of his sperm
splash her insides.  It was so hot it triggered her own release.

A growl started in Lorne's throat as he pumped his seed into her, his hips
losing their once steady rhythm.  Eti could feel his excess escape her
stretched cunt, dribbling down the crack of her ass.

"Yes, damn it, yes!" she shouted as she felt the last spurt come from his
cock.

Lorne was growing soft inside her.  Spent and sated, he leaned forward to
kiss her hungrily.  "I love you, Peaches," he said, feeling very warm and
rather fuzzy.

"I love you, too, Daddy." She answered sleepily.  "Thank you."

Exhausted and pleased, the new lovers slept.


Part I, Chapter Four

Lorne was dreaming.  He was holding his dear Ellie in his arms, feeling warm
and content knowing she was there with him.  He smiled as he felt Ellie
snuggle up to him, feeling her warm breath against his shoulder.  Lorne
turned his head and opened his eyes - and looked into Etienne's sleeping
face!

Coming fully awake, Lorne slowly disengaged himself from the sleeping form
next to him and got out of the bed.  It took him a few moments to remember
why Eti was here and, when he did finally remember, a wave of anguish flowed
over him.

"You did it, you really did it, didn't you," a little voice in his head
asked.

He trembled at the thought of what had happened here last night.  He took a
few steps backwards, as if trying to remove himself from the scene of the
crime.  His thoughts were now chaotic, the implications clear in his mind as
he realized he'd done the unthinkable, committed the ultimate sin.

As he backed up, he bumped into the chair next to his dressing table,
knocking it over.  It thumped to the floor, the sound partially muffled by
the thick carpeting.  It was enough to awaken Etienne.

Eti sat up slowly and stretched, her movements almost catlike in nature. 
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around the room.  When she
spotted Lorne, a smile spread across her face.  However, Eti's smile quickly
disappeared when she saw the frightened look on his face, feeling his fear
as clearly as if it were her own.

Failing to stand the chair upright, Lorne sat on the floor, feeling sick of
mind and body.  He saw Eti looking at him, concern etched on her face. 
Swallowing hard, he finally spoke.

"Morning, Peaches," he began.  "Sorry about the noise."

"Forget that," Eti answered.  "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?  Nothing.  What makes you think there's something wrong?" he lied.

Eti, to her credit, saw right through his deception.

"You look like you saw the proverbial ghost," she observed.  "Don't tell me
you're feeling bad about last night.  Please don't tell me that."

The guilty look on his face told her this was exactly what he was feeling. 
Climbing out of the bed, she went to him.

Lorne had to notice how her breasts bounced with each step she took, her
lithe muscles rippling slightly.  She sat next to him and he moved away from
her without thinking about it, his fear increasing.  Eti reached for him,
causing him to flinch.  Frowning, she grabbed his arm and, somehow, managed
to pull him to her.

Lorne refused to meet her eyes, his shame blanketing him like a shroud. 
Etienne took his face in both hands and forced his head around.

"Look at me!" she demanded, gripping his face tighter when he tried to turn
away.  "Look at me, damn you!"

Slowly, he turned his head at the force of her words.  He could see the
anger flashing in her eyes, but made himself look at his flesh and blood.

"You think you defiled me, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Well, you didn't.  You did what we both wanted."

Part of Lorne's mind had to admit that he had wanted her.

Eti continued.  "I've always wondered what it was like to be with you,
always wondered why Mother was always so happy with you.  Now, I finally
know."

The mention of her mother ran through him like an electric shock.  It never
occurred to him Eti may have overheard their lovemaking sessions.  He sat up
straighter, his resolve returning.  "So, you were listening in on us, were
you?"

Seeing he had come back from whatever Hell he had sent himself, Eti smiled.
"Well, it wasn't like you two were the most quiet of people," she retorted
playfully.

Lorne smiled despite himself, remembering Ellie's passionate moans.  "Yeah,
keeping quiet wasn't one of our main concerns.  Peaches... ," he began.

Eti cut him off.  "There's no need to apologize.  I wanted it just as much
as you did.  Now, come here."  Eti reached down and found his manhood and
began to bring it to full arousal.  Lorne relaxed as his daughter stroked
him.  Turning his head slightly, he sucked at the closest nipple to him,
feeling it grow instantly erect between his lips.

At his touch, a moan slipped from her and she increased her hand movements,
alternating her grip, giving Lorne new sensations.  Freeing her nipple from
his hungry mouth, she went to work on his stiff member, engulfing the now
enormous head.

He sighed, and lay back to enjoy the attention Eti was paying to him.  With
her newfound skills, she sucked him with confidence, relishing the feel and
taste of him.  Feeling a little left out, he slid down and positioned her
over his mouth and lowered her to his lips, feeling her swelling clit enter
his mouth.  Eti moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending a curious
feeling through him.

Their bodies slick with the sweat of their efforts, father and daughter
enjoyed each other, both lost in the indescribable pleasure.  Their love was
taboo, but neither really cared, for this moment was theirs, for now and
forever.


Part I, Chapter Five

Lorne was ecstatic, his pleasure beyond words.  He could feel Eti's pending
orgasm as she moved against his eager tongue and lips, grinding her large
clit against his chin while his masterful tongue plunged in and out of her,
lapping up her musky juices.

As her father ate her, Eti tried to swallow more of his burgeoning tool, but
found that, for now, she couldn't quite manage it.  So, working as best she
could, she increased her efforts, licking up and down the shaft of the
large, veined monster in her hands.  Her tongue moved back to the
mushroom-shaped head, lapping up the large dewdrop that had appeared there.
It was like nectar to her.

All she ever really wanted.

Sitting up, Etienne screwed her overheated flesh into her father's mouth,
using his massive erection to balance herself.  She could feel her clit,
hard and throbbing, sliding quickly between his lips, teasing his tongue
with fleeting touches.

This was quickly becoming too much for her; Lorne could feel her miniature
cock stiffen then jerk spasmodically as she came, her hot fluids literally
flowing from her, drowning him.  Above him, Eti shrieked as the waves of
pleasure swept over her repeatedly, each jolt causing her to shake
violently.

Suddenly weak from the intensity of cumming, Eti rolled off Lorne's soaked
face, shivering as if cold.  Before she could recover, her father rolled her
over onto her stomach and, raising her ass, entered her in one swift, deft
movement.  Eti nearly passed out from being filled with so much so fast.

Lorne wasn't really concerned; all he could concentrate on was the joyous
feeling of Eti's pussy stretched around his thickness.  "So hot, so wet,"
his lust-crazed brain said to him.  He fucked his darling Peaches with long,
fast strokes, pulling all the way out until only the thick head remained
inside her.  He grunted with pleasure as he plunged deeply into her, the
force of his reentry shoving her forward on the floor.

Etienne was drunk with pleasure, feeling her father moving inside her.  The
pain wasn't as bad as last night and, it seemed she was actually getting
used to his gigantic love muscle.  She could hear her father groan as he
fucked her, delighted he was enjoying her so much.

Lorne reached around and under Eti until he could finger her clit, rubbing
it in time with his strokes.  Eti responded by shoving her ass back against
him harder, the duality of sensations bringing her closer.  Lorne quickened
his pace, his own need for release growing more intense.

Releasing her clit, Lorne grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her
further.  He looked down and watched as he buried himself deeply into her,
her lips spread wide.  With one movement of his hips, he watched as the last
inch or two disappeared inside her and he felt his cock-head bump into the
opening of her womb.

Eti gasped as he hit the bottom of her.  She could have never imagined
feeling so full; it was if he had somehow bypassed the confining walls of
her cunt and had entered her stomach.

Being this deep triggered her released and she cried out before she even
realized it, her young cunt clutching his invading tool tightly.  Lorne,
upon feeling himself squeezed so tightly, felt his cock swell inside her,
and held on for dear life as he emptied himself into her in great heaves. 
He shook uncontrollably as he continued to come, his eyes rolling back into
his head.  His mouth, although open, issued a silent scream of pleasure as
she bucked under him.

Spent, he fell on top of her as she collapsed under both his weight and the
intensity of her own release.  Mindful of the difference in their weights,
Lorne somehow managed to prop himself up on his elbows, while the last
precious drops of his seed emptied into her.

Unable to maintain his position, Lorne skillfully rolled off Etienne and lay
beside her panting and smiling.  "What a way to start my day," she finally
said.

Lorne could only smile and nod in agreement, wistfully hoping the day could
continue like this but knowing that he'd better be getting on his way to the
lab and Eti off to school.

Sitting up, he playfully slapped her bottom, noticing the way it jiggled for
a few seconds.  "Okay," he said.  "It's off to the lab for me and school for
you, so let's hit it."

Eti groaned in fake displeasure, but moved to comply with his wishes.  "Oh,
okay," she complained.  "I'm going.  Will you drop me off at school?"

As he moved off to shower, Lorne said, "Of course I will, Peaches.  I'll be
ready in a few minutes, so you'd better hurry."

After showering and dressing, Lorne dropped Eti off at school.  Giving her a
peck on the cheek, he drove off, heading for his office, whistling happily.


Part I, Chapter Six

Lorne was in great spirits when he arrived at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.  He
strolled past the receptionist and noticed, for the first time, how lovely
she was.  The woman was surprised when Lorne spoke to her, her eyes
momentarily going wide.

"Good morning, Dr. Williams," she said after recovering.  "Dr. Levin wants
to see you in Lab One when possible."  She handed him the written note left
by Geoff.

"Okay, fine." He said after confirming the verbal message.  "Call Dr. Levin
and tell him I'll be there just as soon as I hang up my coat."

She nodded and he headed off in the direction of his office, silently
wondering what Geoff could possibly want.  Entering his office, he tossed
his jacket on a visitor's chair and crossed to the window which overlooked
Lab One.  From there, he could see Levin frantically waving his hands in the
air and pointing at the genetic splicer.  Frowning, Lorne realized he'd
better get down there before Geoff had a stroke, while wondering what could
have possibly gone wrong.

Lorne had to pass through a pretty sophisticated bio-filtering system that
scanned him for any contaminants on his person and removed them.  Although
the scanning beam was harmless to the person being scanned, Lorne had
discovered that the beam caused a tickling sensation on his skin.

The scan completed and a green light went on, signaling that he could now
enter the sterile Lab One environment.  The inner lab door opened and Lorne
went into the lab proper.  Finding Geoff Levin wasn't hard - all he had to
do was listen.

"... oh sure, the sub-processing routine worked fine, but the phased links
failed to pass along the genetic code of the sample for slicing!"

Coming up along a side of him, Lorne smiled in an attempt to disarm the
angry doctor.  "Geoff, what is the problem?" he began.

"Problem?" Levin sputtered.  "My problem is your pet gene splicer isn't
getting the information properly from the digital sub-processors, that's
what my problem is!"

Lorne looked at Gene Edwards, the team member who designed the digital
interface between the sub-processors and the splicer.

"Gene?" he asked.

"Well," the bearded cyberneticist started, "the sub-processor was working at
analyzing the genetic structure of the sample in the splicer and before the
analysis was completed, the splicer just started doing its thing."

Lorne nodded and asked, "Your analysis of the problem?"

"A simple matter of one module being out of alignment," came the answer. 
"Once the safety monitors detected the error, the process stopped and the
self-diagnostics reported the misalignment, just as designed."

Lorne thought Gene sounded a bit huffy, but he really didn't blame him. 
Levin was a topnotch administrator but he really didn't know how things
worked as well as he should have.  "Was the module replaced?" Lorne asked.

"Yes and once we replaced it, the system recycled itself.  The process
completed itself, again as programmed.  Total downtime was five minutes." 
Gene looked in Levin's direction as he spoke, the pride clearing showing in
his voice.

After a moment, Lorne nodded and spoke.

"I see.  Thanks, Gene."

Before Levin could say a word, Lorne grabbed him by the arm and steered him
toward the room's exit.  "A word with you, Geoff?" he said, dragging the
sputtering man behind him.

Once back in his office, Lorne spoke.

"Now.  Just what in the hell are you trying to do to my people?  Gene
Edwards is one of the top cyberneticists in the country.  I don't know what
you said to him, but we need him here with us, not running off to Petrie
Chemicals."

As he sat behind his desk, Lorne fumed.  Levin was a good man, but prone to
panic.  Like himself, Geoff Levin was a widower trying to raise a daughter
of his own.

"You know that the board was in here yesterday to see the results of the
project.  While showing the splicer, the damned thing went berserk!  I had
to do some fast talking to convince the board that everything was under
control!"

Levin waited for Lorne to respond, watching the man for reactions.  Levin
knew the board of directors hadn't really noticed the processor failure, but
he figured acting like a lunatic kept the staff on its toes.

Lorne turned and started his computer, noticing the correct startup
sequence.  After entering his password, he got to his mailbox, looking for
some word from the board members on yesterday's demo.

Geoff gave Lorne an impatient look.  "Well?  What are you doing?" he said,
pointing at the monitor.

Lorne simply held up a finger as he scanned the notice concerning the demo.
He saw the board had overwhelmingly supported the program and was pushing
toward Phase II completion.  Turning back to Levin, he smiled broadly.

"Geoff," he began.  "You are full of shit.  The board approved Phase II; why
were you jumping on my people?"

Levin produced his own smile, saying "Just doing my job.  Listen, I'm having
a party tonight and you're invited.  Oh, bring Eti with you; she can keep my
Kymber company while us old folks pat each other on the back."

As both stood and shook hands, Levin added, "Oh.  The party starts at eight.
 Be there or be square."  With a wave, Geoff left.

Lorne sat back in his chair, feeling totally pleased with himself.  He and
his team had worked for six long years and it finally paid off.  Reaching
for his phone, he called home to leave Eti a message on the answering
machine, telling her about the invitation and asking her to call.  That
done, Lorne Williams, MD, Ph.D., settled in for a good day's work.


Part I, Chapter Seven

Eti saw the message light flashing when she came into the house.  Crossing
to the phone, she rewound the machine and listened to her father's message.
She frowned at word of the party invitation because she had a different kind
of party in mind.  Yet any chance to see Kymber Levin again would be worth
the aggravation.

The message ended and Eti went to prepare for the party.  While looking in
her closet for something appropriate to wear, her mind reviewed her
relationship with Geoff Levin's daughter.

Both went to the same school and Kymber was older by only a few months.  Of
course, their fathers were both widowers and they worked for the same
company.  Importantly, though, they shared the same secret desires.  Except,
of course, Eti had realized most of hers.

She had a few hours to go before having to get ready, so she settled into
her homework, completing her tasks with her usual precision.  She sat at her
desk and, after a moment of thought, reached for her phone and called
Kymber.  Kymber Levin answered on the second ring.

"Hello, Levin residence."

Eti smiled, thinking of how snotty Kymber sounded whenever she answered the
phone.  She knew, however, that Kymber was anything but snotty.

"Hi, Kymmie, it's Eti!"

"Eti!" Kymber exclaimed.  "You coming tonight?"

"That's why I called," Eti answered.  She could envision Kymber's smile
matching her own.  "Kymmie, we have to talk," Eti said, all business now.

"Hmm.  This sounds quite serious," Kymber replied.

"It is, believe me."

Kymber looked at the phone, a frown creasing her usually smooth forehead. 
She and Etienne were the very best of friends so Kymber knew if Eti said it
was serious, it really was.  "Okay," she finally said.  "When you get here,
we'll go to my room and talk."

"That's fine," Eti responded.  "I'll see you then."

Etienne hung up after saying goodbye and stretched out on her bed, thinking
about the last conversation they had.  Well, maybe it really wasn't talking,
but they said some things, either way.

Closing her eyes, she could still feel Kymber's tongue on her clit and how
thrilling and scary the experience was.

They were studying together and had been at it for hours.  Kymber had
decided they'd been working too hard and deserved a break.  After a raid on
the Levin refrigerator for munchies and cold drinks, they returned to the
room and fell into the usual talk into which young women get.

Eti remembered prattling about something when she happened to notice Kymber
looking at her.  She felt a chill rush through her because she noticed that
Kymber's gaze was a bit more intense than just a casual look.

She had asked Kymber if there was anything wrong, but she never answered. 
Instead, Kymber crossed the short distance between them, never taking her
eyes off Eti, until they were practically nose to nose.  Eti swallowed
nervously and tried to speak - but discovered her mouth as dry as she could
ever remember.

Kymber continued her silence, gazing into Eti's eyes.  Eti found that she
couldn't look away.  For what seemed to last an eternity, Eti's hazel eyes
and Kymber's green eyes were locked together.

Without warning, Kymber leaned forward until their lips met.  Eti's mouth
opened slightly in surprise, allowing Kymber's tongue to slip in.  Kymber
held Etienne's head in place as she kissed her deeply.  Eti found herself
returning the kiss, something which really shocked her.  Without thinking,
her arms gathered Kymber closer, feeling a hot rush flowing through her.

Eti felt herself being gently pushed backward, until she was lying down,
their soulful kiss uninterrupted.  Kymber was kissing her face and ears and,
with her weight pressing down on her, Eti was helpless.  She could feel
Kymber's hand massaging her breast and, strangely, it felt good.  Scary, but
good.

Again their eyes locked, allowing Eti to read...  something.  She wasn't
quite sure what she saw in her friend's emerald eyes.  While Etienne was
occupied with studying Kymber's eyes, the other young woman had succeeded in
removing Eti blouse and bra, plus her own!

Kymber had lowered her mouth to Eti's nipple, sucking gently.  All Eti could
do was to hold on, not really understanding what was happening to her, but
knowing what was going to happen.  She also thought she should stop her
friend, while also knowing she would let things play out.

Eti heard the zipper of her jeans being released and felt the coolness of
the room's air on her now-naked skin.  Kymber continued her assault on Eti's
body.  She felt light kisses on her stomach, the girl's tongue tracing lazy
patterns here and there, sending shivers the entire length of Eti's body.

Somehow, Kymber managed to wriggle out of her own jeans without stopping her
steady advance.  Eti, looking through partially closed eyes, could see one
silken globe of the other girl's firm ass as she turned herself.  Eti felt
her legs being parted and lifted slightly, the cool air between her hot legs
somehow increasing her excitement.  She felt Kymber's breath on her sex,
warm and moist thinking this couldn't be happening.

And knew it was happening as she felt the first flick of Kymber's tongue on
her clit.  A moan escaped Eti's lips as the fluttering tongue explored her
secrets.  She could hear Kymber's moans of delight as she tasted her victim,
muttering something about it being so big and so hard.

Kymber began to suck Eti's engorged clit, her tongue moving crazily over the
sensitive head, driving Eti insane with pleasures before which she'd never
known.  Eti could feel something happening within her, a building of
feelings that were now screaming for release.  To her horror/pleasure, Eti
could feel her hips moving in rhythm to Kymber's licking and sucking.

To make things even more bizarre, Kymber was straddling her face, exposing
her curly, musky dampness.  Eti felt a sense of panic as Kymber lowered
herself onto Eti's mouth.  Instinctively, Eti opened her mouth, allowing
Kymber's clit to slide between her parted lips.  Eti sampled the taste of
her friend.  Sharp and tangy, but not in the least unpleasant.  Curiously,
she noticed how hot it was between Kymber's legs.

The two young women lay in the 69 position, hips pumping, moans filling the
room.  Not being able to withstand the mounting pressure, Eti came first. 
The impact sent the young woman trembling out of control.  Eti reached down
and held Kymber's face tightly to her pussy, practically fucking the other
girl's face.

It quickly became too much for Kymber as she came, bringing a muffled scream
from her.  Kymber instantly drenched Eti's face in a hot fluid that flowed
in unbelievably long spurts.  She didn't have time to wonder what it was, as
the hot, sweet tasting juice filled her mouth to overflowing.  She felt
Kymber slip her thumb inside Eti's own juicy snatch - stopping at her
maidenhead - which started her coming again, her own hot juices shooting
into Kymber's willing mouth.

Eti lay on her bed, still remembering how delicious it felt.  She recalled
the look on Kymber's face when they finally separated.  Kymber's face was
slick with Eti's juices and the young woman was flushed with pleasure.  For
a long minute, neither woman spoke.  Finally, Kymber broke the silence,
apologizing repeatedly.

Kymber had explained that she had always wanted to make love to Eti and
apologized again.  It surprised Eti to see tears in Kymber's eyes and, if
she felt any anger toward her friend, sympathy quickly replaced it.

It took a while for Eti to convince her friend that everything was okay, but
she managed to let her know that it was all right.  Eti had to admit she had
enjoyed herself, more than she would have expected.  She told Kymber this,
making the young woman stop crying and relax.


Part I, Chapter Eight

The sound of the front door closing startled Etienne from her memories and
hearing her father's footsteps.  She glanced at the clock, realizing angrily
she'd foolishly wasted precious preparation time with her lewd memories. 
She hurriedly shed her clothing and raced for the shower, calling out to her
father she'd be ready in twenty minutes.

Lorne raised an eyebrow as he heard the shower start, wondering what Eti
could have possibly been doing that she was just getting showered.  "Honey,"
he called.  "You'd better make it fast; we roll out of here in a half an
hour!"

Eti hurried out of the shower, toweling off as quickly as possible.  She
went to her closet and pulled out the first dress she saw, a low-cut, celery
green item that left much to the imagination.  She knew her father would
probably give her some static about the dress, but she'd worry about it
later.

Ten minutes later, she stood in the foyer, waiting for her father.  As Lorne
came down the steps, Eti noticed how handsome he was in a dark blue suit. 
Lorne noticed the dress Eti was wearing, thinking it revealed too much of
her body.  However, they were running late and knew there was no time to
change.

They filled the drive to the Levin's home with small talk about how each
other's day went.  As he drove, Lorne had to notice how Eti's hemline
allowed a good view of her shapely thighs.  Smiling to himself, Lorne was
thinking about the lovely treasure rested between those thighs.  Well, at
least he thought he was smiling to himself because he noticed his daughter
looking at him with a questioning look.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Huh?  Oh, nothing, nothing at all.  I was just thinking about something
pleasant."

Having said that, he fell silent, leaving Eti wondering what could be so
pleasant to have him smiling in such a manner.  She could remember times
when he wouldn't smile and, when he did, it never reached his eyes.  This
smile, however, was genuine and although she didn't know why, she was glad
he could find something to smile about.

They finally arrived at Geoff's home.  Upon finding a place to park, Lorne
escorted Eti inside.  The first thing Eti noticed was there were adults
everywhere, remembering her father never did mention what kind of party to
which they were going.  A frown crossed her features and it didn't escape
Lorne's scrutiny.

"I know you didn't expect this kind of party," he began.  "Still, I figured
it would give you and Kymber a chance to do some catching up.  It's been a
long time since you last saw each other."

Upon hearing her friend's name, she brightened.  "I'll try to find her.  You
really don't mind, do you?" she asked.

Lorne shooed her away with a wave.  "Go on, find Kymber and have a good
time.  When I'm ready to leave, I'll let you know."  With a bright smile,
Eti set off in search of Kymber.

Kymber Levin was in her room, pouting.  She hated it when her father held
these ass-kissing parties because none of the other stuffed shirts thought
to bring their kids with them.  She shook her head in frustration, her long,
dark red mane flowing like blood before settling back into place.

Kymber jumped up and paced around the room knowing that before long, her
father would be pounding on the door to drag her out to meet his coworkers
and other people with whom she'd rather have nothing to do.  Kymber stopped
in front of her dressing table and her frustration grew, realizing she
hadn't even finished dressing for this joke.  Before she could cross to her
closet, she heard a knock on the door.

"Probably some schmuck who can't find the fucking bathroom," she fumed. 
Crossing the room swiftly, she yanked the door open, not caring she only
wore her bra and panties.  "This should give them something to talk about!"

The door opened to reveal Eti Williams and Kymber's foul mood immediately
vanished.  "Eti!" she cried.  "You made it!  Come in!"

Eti was a bit confused at her friend's exuberant welcome, but stepped inside
so Kymber could close the door.  Without breaking her stride, Kymber grabbed
her by the hand and pulled her over to the bed, where she sat.  After a
moment, Eti sat beside her.

"So," Kymber began.  "What was so important?"

Etienne hesitated for a moment, not sure if she could trust the red-haired,
green-eyed woman sitting next to her.  She looked up into Kymber's eyes and
saw concern in them instead of curiosity.  Taking a deep breath, she told
her what took place between her and Lorne, not leaving out any detail.

Kymber sat and listened as patiently as she could.  Eti could see Kymber was
dying to flood her with questions and appreciated Kymber's attention while
she told it like it was.

Finally, her tale told, she sat back and waited for Kymber's response. 
Kymber surprised Eti with her response; instead of the verbal outburst she
expected, she saw a tear flowing down her cheek.

Kymber said, after wiping her face, "Oh, my.  I am so happy for you!"

Not exactly the response Eti expected.  Still, she felt buoyed by her
friend's acceptance of her situation.

Kymber took Eti's hands and held them, squeezing gently.  Kymber was alive
with energy - as they held hands, Kymber was bouncing on the bed until the
whole thing was shaking.

"Kymber!" Eti exclaimed, looking at the bed.

Kymber flushed bright red with embarrassment and settled her bouncing down
to a manageable quiver.

"I don't know what else to say," Kymber said, her eyes sparkling.

"Just tell me you understand," Eti responded.  Kymber could only nod and,
before the silence could grow any further, Kymber spoke.  "Well!  What shall
we do?  It looks like the grownups will be at it for a while."

Etienne knew what she wanted to do, but wasn't sure how to go about it. 
Suddenly, it came to her:  Why not give Kymber a taste of her own medicine?
Since they were still holding hands, Eti used it to her advantage.  With a
gentle but sudden motion, she drew Kymber into her embrace and kissed her,
surprising the supple redhead.

Before Kymber could respond, Eti reached around and unfastened the other
girl's bra, freeing her ample breasts.  The bra went sailing across the room
as Eti's hand began to massage her friend's breasts, paying particular
attention to her nipples, now growing hard.

Kymber gasped at Eti's touch, sending a shiver through her.  Before she
could offer any resistance - not that she was going to resist to begin with,
Kymber felt Eti's mouth close on one erect nipple, her tongue circling the
hot flesh there.

The two women stopped long enough for Eti to undress and, as she did, Kymber
watched in appreciation.  When she finished undressing, Eti pushed her
friend onto her back muttering, "What's good for the goose..."

Kymber relaxed, offering herself to her sexy friend.  "Take me," she
whispered.  Eti complied.  Lying next to Kymber, she again lowered her mouth
to a nipple, sucking eagerly, while allowing her free hand to find it's way
between the young woman's thighs.  Kymber's legs parted wide, allowing easy
access to her treasures.  Eti's fingers found Kymber's clit and she began to
stroke it.  She dipped a finger into the young woman to moisten her
fingertip and continued her assault.

Kymber's back arched at the contact and another moan escaped her lips.  She
thought, "She's not holding back... "

Unable to stay patient, Eti abandoned Kymber's breasts and she buried her
head between the hot woman's legs, lapping at her cunt hungrily.

Kymber went wild, unable to contain herself.  She raised her legs higher and
held Eti's head to her hot lushness, feeling Eti's tongue and lips work at
her.  "For someone who only did this once," she thought, "she's driving me
crazy!"

Eti ate her friend, allowing all the scents and other sensations to carry
her away.  Lovingly, she licked her, feeling Kymber's passion increase with
every touch.  She felt Kymber tremble, which only encouraged Eti into a
higher level of activity.  She inserted two fingers into the girl's sopping
wet cunt and another finger found its way into the girl's tight back hole,
going in up to the second knuckle.

The combined sensations were too much for Kymber and she exploded, a near
silent cry escaping her parted lips.  She panted heavily as wave after wave
washed over her.  Eti, for her part, was very busy trying to keep up with
the hot, gushing liquid pouring into her face and mouth.  The two horny
women positioned themselves so that each could enjoy the other.  Eti came
almost immediately as Kymber sucked her large clit hard, flicking her tongue
over it rapidly. They continued to love each other, oblivious to everything,
caring about nothing.


Part I, Chapter Nine

Most of the party guests had gone, leaving Lorne and Geoff pretty much
alone.

"Hey, Lorne, thanks for coming.  You were just as big a part of this as I
was."

Lorne waved off the accolades and said, "Hey, I'm just glad I could be a
part of all of this."

The two men fell silent and, comically, did an identical thing:  They were
looking for their respective daughters.  Practically speaking
simultaneously, both asked, "Have you seen..."  Realizing their gaff, they
grinned foolishly for a moment.

Geoff said, "They're probably still in Kymber's room, running off at the
mouth.  You know how women are.  Come on, I'll show you where they are."

They set off toward Kymber's room, going over some highlights of the party.
Reaching the room, Geoff was about to knock on the door - and hesitated.

Lorne, became immediately concerned, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I think.  I don't hear them in there; maybe they're out by the
pool."

Quietly, Geoff turned the door knob.  The door was unlocked and opened
silently.  Both fathers craned their heads so they could discreetly look
into the room, shocked at what they saw.

Lorne saw his little Eti with her head buried between Kymber's long legs. 
His mouth opened at the sight and he could hear Kymber's astonished father
breathe, "What the hell... ?"  Both men stepped into the room, and closed
the door; neither young woman appearing to hear the slight sound the catch
made.

Lorne spared a glance at Geoff, expecting to see anger and/or disgust on his
face.  Instead, the spectacle before him transfixed Geoff.  Lorne couldn't
help noticing he wasn't the only one paying attention.  Geoff had a very
noticeable bulge in his pants; not that he could blame him because what he
was seeing turned him on as well.

Lorne decided.  Without looking at the other man, he began to undress,
removing his clothes as quietly as he could.  As much as he respected Geoff
and Kymber, his lust was overpowering.  Totally naked, he started toward the
bed, stopping only to look back at Geoff with a questioning look.  Geoff
took one look at the young women on the bed, looked at the naked Lorne
Williams, and hurriedly stripped, almost falling over in his haste.

Now naked the men approached the bed; when they were within reach of either
woman, Lorne broke the silence.  "May we join you?"

The results were electric!  Both women sat up, their eyes wild with lust.

"D-d-dad!" they stuttered in unison.

Without an answer, Lorne replaced Kymber between Eti's legs and began to eat
the young vixen with gusto.  Lorne replaced whatever shame he may have felt
with lust and desire.  Geoff Levin was frozen in place, his alcohol induced
haze not allowing his brain to believe what his eyes were seeing.  Here
before him lay his daughter, her nude body glistening with a coat of
perspiration.  Their eyes met and the elder Levin refused to believe what he
saw in Kymber's eyes.

Lust.  Pure, unbridled lust.  He was aware of his own passion growing
stronger within him as he watched his co-worker indulge in the pleasures the
young Etienne had to offer.  The sights and sounds astonished him.  He would
have never thought something like this could be happening, here in his own
home!

Gathering his resolve, he stepped forward to stop the action - and was
stopped dead in his tracks as Kymber's hot mouth wrapped itself around his
swollen member.  Then again, whatever he was going to do, it could wait.  It
had been a very long time. . .

Closing his eyes and bending his knees slightly, the elder Levin groaned
loudly as the young woman's tongue flicked across the tip of his cock.  As
she pleasured him, Geoff couldn't help thinking where his daughter had
learned such a thing, not to mention who had taught her.  He'd have to talk
to her about this later, but for now, he didn't care.

Kymber took him deep into her mouth, sending a shiver through him that
buckled his knees.  "You'd better lie down, Dad," said Kymber with a smile.

Geoff looked around the spacious bed for somewhere to stretch out.  However,
Lorne and Eti were involved in an energetic sixty-nine, the younger woman's
head bobbing with a quick, but steady rhythm.  He stretched out next to Eti
and Lorne in a position which would allow him to watch the young woman work
on her father.

His own daughter had other ideas, swinging herself on top of him, matching
the position of the couple next to them.  Without hesitation, Kymber lowered
her moist thatch of red hair to his mouth.  Geoff didn't need any further
encouragement as he began to lick the tangy juices he found there.

The four lovers continued this way, lost in the depths of their own private
passions.  Years of experience, however, began to take their toll on the
young women as the two fathers plied every skill they possessed, causing the
young women to lose their concentration.  Both were caught up in their own
intense orgasms brought on by the masterful tongues invading their bodies.

Without warning, the women traded places.  Geoff suddenly found his head
surrounded by a pair of lovely dark thighs, facing an even darker mound of
hair, along with the biggest clit he'd ever seen.  As Eti lowered her hot
slit, it surprised Geoff to feel her clit slide between his lips.  As he
sucked on the delicious morsel, he couldn't keep from feeling like he was
sucking a man's cock.

With the change of partners, the action continued.  Lorne's tongue was a
flurry of activity, going from Kymber's soaking wet pussy to her puckered
ass.  He did this so quickly the hot redhead couldn't keep up with the
different sensations as she sucked at the huge black meat deep in her
throat.

Kymber had always heard stories about Black men being well-endowed - and
here was the living proof.  She had trouble closing her hand around the hot,
thick meat as she worked the large, bulbous head between her lips.  Kymber
could even feel the man's pulse coming from the distended veins that ran the
length of his member.

The room filled with the sounds of sucking and slurping, experience took its
toll on youthful enthusiasm again.  Eti sat straight up on Geoff's face,
grinding her hips furiously as she rode out yet another intense orgasm. 
Leaning forward, she embraced her soul sister and their lips met as the two
women were subjected to wave after wave of pleasure.

Exhausted, they rolled off the men, trying to catch their breath.  Fat
chance.  Before they could utter a word of protest, each woman suddenly
found their legs in the air as the men slid between them, Lorne with Kymber,
Geoff with Eti.

Kymber gasped as Lorne slid into her, feeling the huge thickness g fair, he
should at least return the favor, right?  He increased his movement inside
the dazzling red-haired beauty, causing her emerald green eyes to widen in
surprise.

Geoff was sure he was in heaven as he fucked the young Black woman
furiously, consumed in his fiery lust.  Eti's cunt clung to his cock
tightly, bringing him closer to his own orgasm.  Eti could feel the man's
cock tremble inside her and, with great concentration, clamped her pussy
around the invading cock meat.  Geoff rewarded Eti by releasing his seed,
the hot splashes coating her insides.  She looked up at the coming man, his
face coming close to matching the deep red color of his hair as he emptied
himself into her.

Lorne could hear the two lovers next to him and doubled his efforts inside
Kymber.  The inexperienced young woman was beyond doing anything except
holding on to him tightly as he assaulted her once tight love hole.  Kymber
was beginning to wonder just how long this man could keep up this pace, when
she felt him swelling inside her, stretching her overfilled cunt even
further.

"He's coming," she thought and braced herself.

With a loud grunt, Lorne thrust deeply inside Kymber, meeting the entrance
of her womb as his thick cock exploded inside her with surprising force. 
Jet after jet of the hot sticky fluid flowed into her, so much she could
feel it running down the crack of her ass.

He continued to come as Lorne continued to fuck her deeply, his cock still
rock hard in spite of just coming.  Kymber cried out, begging him to stop,
but Lorne was beyond stopping.  The events of the evening had awakened
something in him and Lorne was determined to see it through to the very end.

Geoff watched with amazement as he watched the other man's huge cock sliding
in and out of his daughter.  Eti had come to Kymber's side, whispering words
of encouragement to her friend while massaging her breasts.  The man's ass,
rising and falling hypnotized Geoff, the muscles taut as cables.  Without
even thinking about it, he positioned himself behind Lorne.  When his ass
came up on a stroke, he grabbed the man's hips and with a motion that
surprised everyone, slid into the Black man's ass, taking advantage of the
slick juices covering his own maleness.

With a grunt, Geoff buried himself quickly into Lorne, causing the younger
man to come again.  Kymber was spent and completely worn out as Eti helped
the poor young woman from under her father and sat back to watch the scene
unfold.

Geoff fucked Lorne like a maniac, ramming his cock rapidly into the man's
ass.  Reaching around his victim, he grabbed the younger man's cock - and
was shocked to find it was still very much erect.  He stroked Lorne's meat
as he fucked him and, after a few more strokes, emptied his swollen balls
into the man's ass.

Rolling off Lorne, Geoff prepared himself for what he knew must happen next.
 He didn't have to wait long, as he felt his ass being lifted by two
powerful hands.  After a moment of probing, Lorne entered the man, looking
forward to exacting a type of revenge on his boss and long time friend. 
Lorne rode him hard, his face contorted with the effort.  Geoff cried out in
a rare mix of pain and pleasure as the large cock buried itself deeper into
his body, wondering if he had made a mistake in being so bold.

The long evening and multiple ejaculations had taken its toll on Lorne.  As
much as he would have liked to continue fucking his boss' ass, he couldn't
hold back any longer.  Quickening his pace, he reamed the man until he
exploded deep inside him.  Feeling Lorne's release inside him, Geoff also
came, his seed splashing against the other man's stomach.

Slowly, Lorne pulled out and rolled onto his back, totally exhausted.  The
two women, recovering from the surprising event which had just taken place,
snuggled into the arms of their respective fathers.

Eti was sure this wouldn't be the last time the four of them would be
together like this.  With sleepy eyes, she looked at her friend, who was
already asleep in her father's arms and, with a smile, settled in to dream
of more fun to come.


ETIENNE:  DISCOVERY

Part II, Chapter One

"What are you thinking about?"

Lorne Williams turned away from the curtain of rain splattering against the
window.  "Oh, hi, Peaches.  I wasn't really thinking about anything in
particular."

Etienne joined him at the window as a brilliant flash of lightning lit up
the sky, followed by a bass rumble of thunder.  "Really?  I'm surprised. 
You've been standing there for the last ten minutes."

"Just appreciating the beauty and raw power of Nature, dear."

"Uh huh.  I suppose you expect me to believe this."

Lorne placed his arm around her shoulders.  With a smile he said, "It would
help."

"I'm sure it would.  Now, you gonna tell me what's on your mind?"

Lorne remained silent, unsure if he should risk mentioning the thoughts
which had plagued him over the last couple of months.

Eti took a long look at her father's face.  She was, of course, very much
aware there was something very important on his mind and had finally decided
to approach him.  Seeing he wasn't going to volunteer, Eti changed her tack.

"I'm trying to remember something."  Lorne looked in her direction, his
eyebrows arched questioningly.  "I remember someone telling me a long time
ago it helps to talk about the things which bother you."

"What makes you think something's bothering me?"

"To begin with, you've barely said more than 'hi' to me over the last two
months.  You've been sitting around the house doing nothing.  To top it off,
you've this lost look about you, like you're not sure which way up is."

Inwardly, Lorne winced - he had hoped Eti hadn't noticed.  Wanting to end
this conversation, he decided to take the offensive.  "Seems to me you've
got it all figured.  Tell you what - you tell me what's wrong and I'll
either agree or disagree.  Deal?"  Satisfied, he leaned against the window
sill.

Eti, however, was ready for this bit of evasive action.  "I think this has
something to do with the party at Kymber's house."

As if scripted, a gigantic bolt of lightning tore across the sky, creating a
stroboscopic effect as Lorne's smug look fell onto the floor and shattered
into a million pieces.

"I thought so."  Nodding to herself, Eti went into the kitchen.  After a few
seconds, Lorne followed.

"Okay, okay.  I admit it's been on my mind."  Lorne sat at the table,
propping his head up on his forearms.

Etienne placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him before taking a
seat.  After taking a sip of her herbal tea, she looked at her troubled
father.

"I thought we had gotten past the moral difficulties after the first time."

"Me, too - it was the party which had me rethinking things."

"Which part in particular?  Me and Kymmie?  Or was it me and Geoff?"

"The whole night served to put things in a different light for me."

Etienne nodded and said, "It did for me as well.  How does the party relate
to us?"

"Us?  I don't understand."

"We've made love three times, Dad.  The last time was at the party."

The elder Williams answered with silence.  Secretly, he had hoped this topic
wouldn't surface.  Eti, however, wasn't going to be put off so easily. 
"Well?"

"Well, what?  What do you want me to say?"

"You could begin by telling me why."

"It's a lot easier said than done, Peaches."

"Try.  I think you owe me on this.  You make me feel like you don't love
me."

"Come with me."  Lorne got up from the table and went to the living room. 
Sitting on the love seat, he patted the empty space next to him.

"Okay," he said as Etienne settled down next to him.  "You wanted to know
why, so here it is.  It's not as if I don't love you; I love you more than
ever before.  Not a night goes by where I'm not thinking about having you
next to me."

Eti opened her mouth to speak, only to be stopped by an upraised hand. 
"Please let me finish.  I'll answer your questions later."

"Despite my feelings and, yes, my desire for you, I had to think about your
future.  You deserve a chance to meet someone your own age, someone who
shares your interests.  So, I decided to fade into the background, figuring
you'd lose interest and strike out on your own."

"I see.  Did it ever occur to you that I wouldn't want anyone else?"

"Honestly?  No, it didn't."

"How could you decide like this without asking me?"

"Etienne, I'm your father.  It's my job to decide your life."

"Maybe, but it is my life, Dad!  Don't I have a say in it?"

"Yes, you do.  I just thought..."

Eti moved closer.  "Well, you thought wrong.  What I want is you - it's all
I ever wanted since our very first time."

"What about that boy - what's his name?"

Etienne looked puzzled for a moment.  "Who?  Darryl?"

"Yeah, that's his name.  I thought you two had something going on."

"Darryl's a good friend, Dad.  Don't get me wrong - he'd take me to bed in a
flat, skinny second if I were to give him a chance.  However, I had to ask
myself something."

"What?"

"If he'd be what I want in a lover.  Experience does count in this, you
know."

Lorne nodded, remembering his youthful difficulties with various young
women.  "The boy has to learn somehow!  If women never give him the chance,
he'll never learn."

"True enough.  However, you should know just how much women hate being
disappointed when making love."

He did, indeed.  "So you're saying given the choice, you prefer experience."

"Quite so, dear father.  You not only bring years of experience to the bed,
but another important ingredient - love.  Darryl doesn't love me even if he
thinks he does.  Before you say it, I know he could learn to love me, but I
want love now, not somewhere down the road."

"There are older men."  Lorne knew he was fishing as he said this.

"You're right, there are.  I decided after the party I'd rather deal with
the devil I know rather than the one I don't."

"Are you calling me a devil, young lady?"

"I'm calling you the man I love and the only man I want.  Now, if you happen
to be a devil, then so much the better."

Lorne was deep in thought for several minutes as he ran options through his
mind.  One prominent though was his happiness in finding out Eti still
wanted him.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Eti?"

"Make love to me?  Right here, right now?  I need you..."


Part II, Chapter Two

Until now, making love was the last thing on his mind.  Upon hearing
Etienne's plea, his desire for this lovely creature filled and energized
him.  Blood rushed to fill his member quickly, leaving him feeling a little
lightheaded.

Without a word, he slid off the love seat into a kneeling position in front
of Eti and undid her pants.  Etienne raised herself slightly and Lorne
removed both pants and panties with one movement.  Gently but with mounting
urgency, he slipped her pants over her ankles and tossed them aside.

Eti felt a slight chill as goose bumps appeared on her exposed flesh, unsure
if it was because of the coolness of the room or her own anticipation. 
Sliding down until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the cushion, she
draped her legs over his shoulders to allow him access to her flesh.

Lorne made himself comfortable between her legs and drew closer to her
essence, feeling her heat, noticing the young woman was already moist. 
Taking a deep breath, he drew his tongue across the hood of her clitoris.

Etienne gasped as his tongue rasped across the swelling bud of flesh.  Her
body stiffened and arched in response - but only for a moment before she
melted against his touch.  Slowly, she moved against the invading wedge of
wet muscle as it traveled the length of her slit, which was growing wetter
by the second.  She sighed as the tip of Lorne's tongue parted her soaked
inner lips and lodged itself in her vaginal opening.

As Lorne worked his tongue into her, he could feel a trickle of juice escape
her hot, musky flesh.  Stiffening his tongue, he plunged deeper into her
until he could feel the ridges of her canal.  He licked the smooth contours
for a moment before returning his attention to her erect clitoris, which had
come out of its fleshy hiding place.  A low growl flowed from him as his
lips captured the spongy head before sliding down the thick shaft.  He
pursed his lips and sucked hard, exulting in the feel of her erect member
throbbing in his mouth.  Lorne backed off a bit and ran his tongue along the
underside of his daughter's oversized clit, causing her to buck harder
against his face.

He was conscious of his own hardness, straining against the fabric of his
clothing.  Rising to a kneeling position, Lorne unfastened his pants,
tugging his underwear down just enough to free his turgid member.  It sprang
from its confinement and seemed to grow larger.

Dimly aware of her father's movement, Eti was lost in a sea of lust.  She
moved hard against his mouth as his tongue worked its magic on her.  As it
flicked from one sensitive spot to another, she tried to get it to stay in
one place - without success.  The fleshy invader just wouldn't be denied as
it continued to bring her closer to climax.  Opening her eyes to slits, she
could see her father's head moving frantically between her legs, sucking her
for all he was worth.  Something shifted inside her as Etienne felt the
downward rush which only meant one thing.

Lorne could feel the change in Eti's passion.  The once-steady thrusts
against his face were quickly falling off-pace, her hips bucking wildly
against him.  He latched onto her clitoris one more time, sucking it hard
and running his tongue around the head as fast as he could.  Eti's clit
jerked strongly in the grip of his mouth and lips; Eti froze in mid-thrust
as Lorne gave the head one slow lick, then another, allowing the tip of his
tongue to just lay across her swollen member.  The first spurt of juice came
hard and fast.  Her body relaxed only for a split second before the next jet
flowed from her. Orgasmic bliss caught Eti in its grip as her orgasm pounded
into her relentlessly.

Lorne raised his head from the soaking wetness of her, wiping his mouth with
the back of his hand.  He took in the view of his daughter as the last wave
of pleasure washed over her.  Without hesitation, he positioned the thick
knob of his cock against her opening, not wanting to give her a chance to
recover.  He thrust into her, splitting her open along the length of his
shaft until he was buried inside her.

Eti's eyes flew open at the sudden penetration, her mouth forming an "O"
which matched the surprised look on her face as her father's thick tool
impaled her fully and easily.  She could hear his grunt of pleasure as he
tried to get every inch inside her.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried.

"Hmm?"

"I love you so much!  God, I've missed this."

Lorne leaned forward and sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, and Eti fell
silent.  He withdrew until just the head remained inside her gripping flesh
and fucked her slowly, feeling her muscles' attempt to draw him deeper.

Etienne's face was a mask of frustration.  "Stop teasing me, Daddy," she
protested.  "Please don't tease me.  I want to feel you deep inside, so damn
bad!"  Lorne gave a little smile at her bit of vulgarity and continued his
slow, maddening pace - but allowing more of himself to slide into her sweet
confines.

"YES!" she cried.  "Give it to me, you bastard!"  Lorne's smile widened as
another inch or so made its way into her.  Etienne's fingers dug painfully
into his shoulder as he moved inside her with the same slow pace.

"Ooohh!" she hissed.  "More!  Give me more, damn you!"  Lorne was clearly
enjoying his daughter's plight.  He allowed her legs to drop down until her
knees were in the crook of his elbows, reaching under her with both hands. 
Lorne put one hand under her quivering backside and the other in the middle
of her back.  Bracing himself, Lorne stood and lifted her in one motion,
causing his full length to drive into her.  Eti wrapped her arms around his
neck and clung to him, unable and unwilling to resist.  Spreading his feet
into a wider stance, Lorne grabbed two hands full of her firm bottom and
began sliding her along the full length of his cock, pounding his steely
flesh into her with hard, fast strokes.

"Oh, fuck me, Daddy!" Eti cried as another orgasm punched through her.  Each
downward thrust caused her breasts to jiggle crazily as held onto him for
dear life.  "Now!  Fill me with your love!  I need it, NOW!"

Eti could feel her father's cock grow thicker inside her as he used shorter,
faster strokes to trigger his own release.

The tight feeling in his sac was tremendous as Lorne crossed over the
threshold, sending his creamy offering deep inside his loving daughter. 
"Ugh!  Yes, yes, yes!", he cried, feeling his knees buckle.  He quickly -
but carefully - lowered their joined bodies to the floor, fucking into her
hard, his prick still emptying itself into her.  With his lust fully in
control, he withdrew from her overworked slit and turned her onto her
stomach, only to ram into her again.

Etienne gasped as her father's hardness reentered her steamy vagina,
spreading her wide.  She raised her ass slightly and he penetrated her
deeper.   Strangely, she was appreciative yet amazed at his stamina as she
felt the knob of his still-erect member crash into her womb.

"Oh, Peaches," he said, feeling his thickness invade her again.  "Oh, how
I've needed this."  Lorne couldn't get enough of her sweet, delicious body
as he plowed into her with long strokes.  Getting to his knees and using
them to spread her legs further apart, Lorne looked between them, utterly
fascinated at the sight of his cock literally turning her pussy inside-out
at every stroke.  He pulled back and watched as the swollen knob of his
penis appeared.  He let it rest there for a moment before sending it again
into her depths.  Buried deep within her, he reached around and under her,
his fingers finding her clitoris.  Grasping it between thumb and forefinger,
he began a frenzied jerking motion that made Etienne's back arch.

"NO!" she screamed as the dual sensations raced through her.  Eti tried to
escape the onslaught only to find herself unable to move.  It didn't take
long before another mind-numbing climax jolted her.  She felt his pace slow
as he released his grip on her tender clit, wondering if the pleasure would
ever stop and praying it didn't.

With his hands covered in their gooey fluids, Lorne placed a thumb at the
tight entrance to her anus, massaging the enticing opening gently - before
plunging it into her.  Lorne felt her collapse under him but held Eti firmly
in place with his free arm around her waist.

Having two orifices filled simultaneously was too much for Eti as her orgasm
took hold of her.  As Lorne's thumb reamed her, his cock began to swell
inside her again.  She could feel the tremors racing along the veined
monster inside her as he exploded inside her.  Lorne fell forward, consumed
by the pleasure/pain of his climax.  His thumb popped out of her bottom
wetly as he braced himself on shaky arms, continuing to empty his love into
her.

Etienne felt his softening maleness as it slid from her, tears of joy
streaming down her cheeks.  If she had any negative thoughts about his love
and desire for her, this act of love sent such thoughts to an early grave.

Lorne was coming down from the orgasmic high on which he'd been.  He
trembled slightly as his sore muscles began protesting at being so badly
abused.  "That's okay - nothing a hot shower can't handle," he though. 
Looking to his left, he spotted Eti's prone form on the thick carpeting.

"Peaches?"

A light snore answered him, so he reached over and shook her.  "Peaches,
come on.  Let's go to bed."

Etienne groaned at the interruption in her moment of afterglow.  "Do I have
to?"

"Yes, unless you like sleeping on the floor."  Lorne offered a hand to the
slowly rising Etienne, who used it to pull herself upright.

Holding hands, the two climbed the stairs.  Reaching the top, Eti started to
turn right toward her room, only to be jerked to a stop.  "Where are you
going?" her father asked.

"To my room, where else would I be going?"

"I thought you'd, well, sleep with me tonight.  That's if you don't mind."

Etienne gave her father a loving, if sleepy, smile.  "Sure, why not?"

Returning her smile, Lorne said, "I figured if we're going to be full time
lovers, we may as well sleep in the same bed."  Wrapping an arm around her
shoulder, they entered the bedroom, the door closing with a click.


Part II, Chapter Three

Eti squirmed in her seat, still a little sore from the previous evening's
activity.  "I suppose it's something I'll have to get used to," she thought.
 At the front of the room, the physics teacher was saying something about
the upcoming commencement ceremonies, now only two weeks away.

"I'm glad we're finally getting out of here," a voice whispered in her ear.
Startled, Etienne turned toward the source and found herself looking into
Darryl Hill's black eyes.  Darryl's complexion was darker than her own;
along with the short-cropped black hair, his eyes appeared not to have
pupils.

"What?  Oh, I'm sorry, Darryl - I wasn't paying attention."

"Nothing new about that - you hardly ever pay attention to me."

Eti ignored the sarcastic remark.  "You know that's not true."

The bell rang, signaling the change in classes.  Eti tried to lose herself
in the bustling throng, hoping to avoid continuing the discussion with
Darryl.  He was attractive enough, but...

"Hey!  Wait up!"

Darryl caught up with her, saying, "Look, I'm sorry for the crack I made in
there.  You do pay attention to me, even if it's just friendly."

Etienne didn't miss the hidden remark in that statement.  "We're friends,
Darryl; why shouldn't it be friendly?"

"I think you know what I mean, Eti.  I'd like to get to know you better."

Etienne stopped and turned to face him.  "Darryl, damn, I like you, but it
just isn't possible."

Darryl looked crestfallen.  "There's someone else."

"You could say that.  Sorry."

The young man wasn't to be put off so easily.  "What would it take to
convince you to leave him?"

Eti had to stifle a laugh.  "More than you could ever imagine, I'm afraid. 
Look, Darryl, I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but I'm pretty happy
with the way things are in my life right now.  I'm sure you understand."

"Yeah, I understand," he said, clearly not understanding.  "Well, you can't
blame a guy for trying!  See ya around, okay?"

"Okay.  Darryl?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for understanding.  You're a good friend."

His ego a bit bruised, Darryl nodded and headed for class.  Eti watched him
round the corner before entering the classroom, feeling guilty over
rejecting his advances.

*   *   *

"How was school today?"  Lorne posed the usual question while checking on
the bread baking in the oven.

"Oh, about the same as usual.  Graduation is in two weeks and we're just
trying to tie up the loose ends."

Something about her answer made Lorne turn and look at Eti.  "Is there
something wrong?"

"Wrong?  What could be wrong?"  Eti continued setting the table, almost
knocking over a glass of water.

"You seem distracted.  I trust your grades are okay?"

"They couldn't be better!  Well, the "B" I got in calculus could have been
better, but I'm happy with it."

"Then what's the problem, Peaches?"

Eti sat at the table.  "I had a little run-in with Darryl Hill today.  He
likes me."

"I see.  Anything you want to talk about?"

"He wants me to leave the guy I'm seeing now and start a relationship with
him."  Etienne looked up at her father, a glint of amusement in her hazel
eyes.

"Does he, now?  What did you tell him?"

"Told him I'm happy with my life right now."

"Why so glum, then?"

"Darryl's cute and I really do like him.  He just seems so...  childish."

Alarms started flashing in Lorne's mind.  "Childish, eh?  As compared to
what?"

The young woman blinked in momentary confusion.  "Well, compared to you."

"Do you think that's fair?  You're not giving the boy a chance to prove
himself."

In his heart, however, Lorne was hoping Darryl would continue to fail in his
attempts to win Eti's heart - a thought which surprised him.

"You're right.  It probably isn't fair to him.  You told me a long time ago
once I decided, I should stick to it.  I've decided you are all I need."

"I can truly appreciate it.  What if you're wrong?"

"If I'm wrong, then it's something I'll have to live with - and I would have
learned some thing."  Eti locked her gaze onto her father's handsome face. 
"Are you suggesting I give Darryl a chance to make me happy?"

"I'm suggesting you should think over all the options, that's all.  What you
do about it is entirely up to you, dear.  Let's eat."

Dinner progressed at an unusually slow and quiet pace.  During the meal,
Lorne stole glances in Eti's direction, watching the battle being waged
inside her.  It tore him, too, in some places; Lorne didn't want to lose
her, but he did not want to hinder her search for happiness.

*   *   *

Eti stepped into the shower and tried to relax as the hot needles of water
first stung, then soothed her tense muscles.  Hair, once carefully styled
earlier in the day, became limp strands of ebony as she immersed herself in
the refreshing stream.  She sighed as the wet warmth found its way to every
part of her body, all the while thinking how unfair life could be.

Reaching for the soap, she quickly worked up lather while wishing she could
wash away her confusion this easily.  Leaning against the wall, Etienne
allowed herself to relax even further, her hands absently massaging her
breasts, her nipples instantly responding to her touch.  As the water
streamed along the shape of her body, Eti tried to conjure Darryl's image in
her mind, imagining his hands on her breasts, his lips on hers.

She allowed a hand to part her inner folds to massage the ache running along
the hardening shaft of her clit, the image in her mind becoming vivid.  Oh,
yes, she could easily imagine Darryl doing this to her, melting the core of
her being.  Again, in her mind, Darryl broke the kiss and she opened her
eyes to look at him.

Eti found her father looking back at her.  The daydream dissolved, leaving
reality - and some rapidly cooling water - in its place.  Etienne knew what
she had to do.  Without bothering to dry off, Eti quickly left her bedroom,
a trail of damp footprints in her wake.  Reaching her father's room, she
looked in and found him sitting on the bed reading.

Lorne looked up from the sheaf of papers, surprised to find a very damp -
and very perturbed - Etienne standing not two feet away.  Keeping his
surprise hidden behind a mask of calm, Lorne spoke.

"No towel in your bathroom?", nodding at the droplets of water glistening on
her belly.

Eti instinctively looked at herself a moment of confusion crossing her face
before her head snapped up, resuming her piercing gaze.  "I was just in the
shower."

Lorne felt a bubble of laughter welling inside him.  "So I see."

Etienne ignored the remark and continued.  "I was daydreaming about Darryl.
In my daydream, he was touching and kissing me.  When I opened my eyes, it
wasn't Darryl - it was you."

"So?" Lorne prompted when his daughter fell silent.

Eti sat next to him on the bed, placing her damp head on his shoulder.  "I
realized it's you I really want.  Darryl's probably a great guy - but I'm
just not interested."

As Eti snuggled against him, Lorne knew one of his fears was coming to the
front.  One thing he had considered a problem (of sorts) was spoiling his
daughter with his love and affection.  For him, the intimacy found in a
relationship was an old hat, not so for his young daughter.

Eti looked up at her father, noticing his silence.  "Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Is something wrong?  You seem a little distant."

"Just thinking, Peaches."

"Good things, I hope," she replied, her hand finding his dormant maleness
and began to awaken it.

At her touch, Lorne shifted his position to allow her better access.  Over
the last few months, he had been lying to himself, knowing he needed to love
Etienne in every way possible - and denying it at every turn.  As she
massaged him to full erection, he knew further denial and resistance would
be useless.

"Lie back, man of mine," Eti whispered.  Obediently, Lorne stretched out on
the bed while Eti freed his cock, feeling the softness of her hand against
his hot flesh.

"So proud and majestic," she said.  Etienne held her father's maleness in
her fist, drawing the silky skin up over the bulbous head and releasing it.
Smoothly, Eti lowered her mouth to him and licked her tongue across the
head, collecting the drop of clear dew which had appeared there.

Lorne groaned softly as Eti's tongue roamed lazily along the veined shaft of
his manhood, shivering as she found yet another sensitive spot.  With each
stroke of her hand, his resistance melted away; with each touch of her
tongue, his love for her grew.

Eti took half his length into her mouth easily, savoring the salty taste and
feeling the tremors along the shaft.  She allowed herself an inward smile. 
It wouldn't take long to get her loving father to fountain his seed.  Eti
let her teeth scrape along his quivering tool teasingly and was rewarded
with a strained gasp.  Taking a deep breath, she began to work his cock in
earnest, increasing her speed and pressure on him.  Eti caught by him
surprise, feeling his cock swell suddenly.

Lorne felt the swelling and the gut-wrenching feeling of impending
ejaculation simultaneously.  He wanted to explode in Eti's mouth and, while,
he didn't, wanting the insane feeling to last forever.  Lorne's breath came
in great gulps as he tried to ward off the inevitable - and failed.

Etienne moaned as the first flows of his seed poured into her mouth, warm
and musky.  She swallowed quickly to make room for the next spurt, finding
herself unable to keep up.  So she allowed her mouth to fill with the slick
fluid, consuming it at her leisure as Lorne gave in to his orgasm.

Lorne was barely aware of Eti removing her mouth from him, raising his head
enough to see her while mounting his semi-erect tool.  His initial orgasm
left him feeling strangely weak and helpless and he could only watch as the
knob of his maleness disappeared into the folds of her slit, followed by the
full length of his shaft.

"Ahhh," Eti moaned.  Now fully seated on him, she paused for a moment
feeling the tingle of excitement flow through her at being filled with him -
though he has not as hard as he was a moment ago.  "However," she thought,
"that will soon change!"  Bracing herself with her arms against his chest,
she settled into a rhythm allowing her to slide along his cock, now slick
with her own juices - but not allowing it to fall from the grasping muscles
of her vagina.

"Oh, you feel so good inside me," she said, picking up speed.  Infused with
passion, Eti felt the heat at her center like a glowing coal.  "Feels... 
so...  good," she grunted, punctuating each word with hard, downward thrusts
of her pelvis.  Eti could feel him stiffening inside her, spreading her
walls with his thickness.  Her hips undulating with snakelike smoothness,
she availed herself of his manhood, delighting in the pleasure of pleasing
him.  Eti could feel Lorne trying to replace her motion with one of his own
and she looked down at him.

"Oh, no, my love!  Just be still and let me love you.  I need this so much!"
Her voice trailed off as an orgasm spread through her, leaving a gentle
comfort in its wake.  It also left her wanting more of the elusive feeling.
Etienne continued to ride him as tiny ripples of pleasure continued to flow
through her, the precursors of an orgasm to end all orgasms.

It hit her like a punch, stopping her dead in her tracks.  Lorne could feel
the tremendous ripples that ran along her inner muscles.  Hot liquid
splashed at the junction of their bodies as her pussy clamped down on him. 
"NO!  I'm not ready!" she screamed, much too late.  It consumed her easily,
leaving no nerve untouched until, spent, she collapsed onto him, still
trembling in the aftermath.  When she felt Lorne's arms surround her, Eti
knew she had taken on too much.

Lorne lifted and turned Eti easily.  With her legs wrapped high around his
waist, he began to move inside her.  The incredible slickness of her sheath
made his passage into her center easy and effortless.  His cock felt as if
it were six inches in diameter and harder than granite as he plunged into
her deeply.

"My turn now, darling," he said.  Lorne penetrated her deeply again as the
pressure wave built inside him, burning him with its intensity as he spilled
his love into her.

"Oh!  Yes!"  Eti cried out as Lorne filled her, Passion's fire searing her
nerve endings.  Again pushed over the precipice, her orgasm flowed over her
relentlessly, electrifying her very soul.  Locked together, father and
daughter moved along the same path, each lost in their separate feelings. 
Yet, both knew their joining wasn't limited to just the physical.  Lorne
could sense Etienne's joy, sharp and fresh in his mind as if it were his
own.  It washed over and soothed him, carrying away any doubts he had about
the rightness or wrongness of their love.  Oh, yes, he could love her fully
and in every way possible.

Lorne withdrew from her slowly, relishing the feeling.  Etienne reached up
and touched his face with a hand which trembled slightly.  "I love you,
Dad."

"I love you, too, Peaches," he replied as his daughter snuggled close to
him.  Instantly, Etienne was happily asleep - and snoring lightly.  Lorne
allowed himself a wry grin while feeling very good about himself and their
relationship.


Part II, Chapter Four

Graduation day.  Eti paced the living room nervously while an amused Lorne
looked on.  "Will you sit for a moment?  You're starting to make me tired!"

Eti came to a halt and looked at her father.  "I'm sorry, Dad.  I don't know
why I'm so edgy.  It's just another day."

"Well, you don't graduate from high school every day, but I know what you
mean."  Lorne smiled.  "Hell, I was so nervous the day I graduated I forgot
to put a belt on.  Never noticed it until they called my name."

"What happened?"

"I got up and started across the stage, feeling the butterflies in my
stomach and knowing your grandparents were out there in the audience
watching me.  As the principal handed me my diploma, my pants fell down!"

Eti smothered a laugh.  "You must have been terribly embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?  An understatement, my dear; believe me.  They still talk
about it at the class reunions."

Lorne looked at his watch.  "Okay, Peaches - time to go!"

*   *   *

"...really going to miss those guys," Eti was saying as she climbed out of
the car.

"Well, you'll see them again at the first class reunion," Lorne replied as
he looked up the street.

Etienne noticed it and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Huh?  Oh, nothing.  Come on, I've got something for you."

"I hope it isn't a party - I thought we agreed not to have one!"

"No, not a party, but it's important.  Come on!"  Lorne opened the door for
Eti stopping only to take another look up and down the street before
following.

Once inside, he led Eti to the patio and handed her a small package.  "Here
you go - the first present."

Etienne felt her eyes fill with tears.  "You didn't have to get me
anything!", she said, fumbling at the wrapping paper.  Seeing her
difficulty, Lorne took it from her and exposed the long, black velvet case.
Eti opened the lid, revealing a gold tennis bracelet, encrusted with
diamonds and emeralds.  Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed.  "I've always wanted one!"

"I remembered," Lorne replied, feeling a lump in his throat.  "Here, let me
put it on," fastening the bracelet around her wrist.  "Now for gift number
two."  Reaching into another pocket, he produced another wrapped box.

"What's this?"

Lorne flashed her a smug look.  "Open it and find out."

Eti was puzzled, wondering what it could be.  She made quick work of the
wrapping paper and opened the box.  Her puzzled look deepened.

"A nameplate?  I don't get it."

"Keep looking; there's something else there."

Eti removed the nameplate and found a square of plastic which not only had
her name on it,  but also included a picture of her.  "This is an ID card
from Carlton... "  Realization dawned on her.  "You got me a job!  But,
how..."

"Getting you the job was easy - getting the picture wasn't.  You start in
three weeks for the systems administration department.  You'll have to work
hard, but I know you can handle it."

Eti hugged her father, the tears freely flowing down her cheeks.  "I don't
know how to thank you for all of this."

"Hey, what are fathers for?" Lorne was saying just as the doorbell rang. 
"I'll get it."

As Lorne went to answer the door, Eti felt so much love for him as the sun
reflected its light off the polished gold bracelet.  Hearing her father's
footsteps, she looked up.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"Just a delivery.  You wanna see what came?"

Hand in hand, the two walked around the outside of the house.  As they
rounded the last corner, Eti stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the
sight of the new car parked in the driveway.

"I figured since you have a new job, you needed a new car to get you there."

*   *   *

Etienne grimaced as Lorne drove into her, the pleasure/pain sweeping through
her.  Her hands were claws on his back, raising little welts.  In a distant
corner of her mind, she somehow knew no other man could ever make her feel
this way.  It felt so right, yet deliciously sinful!  The young woman
allowed herself to be turned into yet another position and felt the stabbing
pressure of Lorne's entrance.  She sighed as the thick shaft spread her
wide, her juices easing its passage into her nether regions.

"You okay, babe?"

"Mm, oh, yes.  Perfect."

Satisfied, Lorne resumed his thrusts inside her.  He loved the way her
vagina clung to him, feeling the coarseness of her pubic hairs as they
scraped along the exposed portions of his penis.  Lorne lifted her legs
higher and plunged deeper into her warmth, feeling a trickle of juice
splashing against his sac as she came again.  Lorne could feel the tightness
in him and his brow furrowed in concentration as his increased his speed
inside her, hammering at her sex.

"Ooh, yes!  You're getting harder inside me.  Fill me, lover!  Give it to
me!"

He gave one last, deep thrust into his daughter, crying out as his seed
flowed into her.  Smooth strokes became jerky ones as he emptied his love
into her in long, hot spurts that sent chills through him that ran from head
to toe.

Spent and softening inside her, Lorne arranged their bodies for comfort as
Eti showered him with soft kisses, still grinding her sex against him.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Eti?"

"I love you.  You make me feel so alive when we make love like this."

Lorne felt a warm glow spread through him at her words.  "I love you too,
Peaches," he answered, holding her closer.  "Are you happy?"

"Am I?!  I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.  There aren't any
words to describe it."

Lorne tilted his head back and looked into her hazel eyes and saw the truth
of her words.  "I know what you mean.  I never thought I'd be happy again. 
You've changed all of that."  He laughed.  "You've changed me."

Eti cuddled against him as his now cooling sperm continued to seep from her.
 "Changed you?  How?"

Lorne's smile widened.  "If someone had told me six months ago that I'd be
lying here feeling wonderful after making love to you, I would have
throttled them."  He shrugged.  "Nevertheless, here I am.  I do know one
thing, though."

"What's that?"

"If I didn't love you, none of this would have ever happened."

"You have any regrets?"

"Regrets?  Only that I didn't to this before now!  You've made me realize I
had been neglecting your needs and my own."

"You just didn't do this for my sake?" she asked.

"Hell, no!  Well, maybe. . .  I guess something inside me knew I'd been
without love and happiness for so long.  It wasn't until after the party I
had to confess that I missed not having someone to love."  He frowned. 
"That didn't come out right, did it?"

Eti laughed softly.  "Don't worry.  I know what you meant.  However, I did
notice something."

"What might that be?"

"You were having the time of your life."  Unbidden, a burst of laughter
escaped from Etienne.

"What's so funny?"

"You should have seen the look on your face when Geoff..."

Lorne felt the burn of embarrassment flood his face, thankful for his dark
coloring and the dim light in the room.  "Oh, that."

"I didn't know you were that kinky."

"I'm not!" he protested.  "I was just as surprised as you were!  Although, I
have to admit it felt pretty good."  Lorne sat up.

"Hey!  What about you!  You and Kymber looked pretty cozy when we came in."

It was Eti's turn to be thankful for the low light.  "Ah, well..." she
started, realizing she didn't have an answer for him.

"I thought so.  You think I'm kinky. . ."  Lorne feigned being indignant. 
"The pot calls the kettle black."

Silence enveloped them as they took stock of the events which had brought
them to this point.  Lorne felt better about things now that he'd accepted
this new way of life.  His fears of somehow stifling Eti were unfounded,
another thing his mind could put to rest.

Etienne knew she had no regrets, echoing her father's sentiment that this
should have happened way before it did.  "Still," she thought, "Things
happen when they're supposed to."  Through incest, Eti had learned of the
strength and depths of her own ability to love and be loved.  Before all of
this, the man lying next to her was just her father.  Now, she realized, he
was much more than that.  Knowing she was only seeing the tip of the iceberg
that was her father, she felt great comfort in knowing there was more to
learn.

As sleep claimed her, Eti knew life was good, and getting better.


ETIENNE:  THE BEST OF EVERYTHING

Part III, Chapter One

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the next,
emptiness.  Etienne Williams experienced all these sensations as the hard
penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She held
her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding
mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.  Wet,
slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal
factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Eti sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely,
feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.  The man's
mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation
through her to be added to those already present.  The young woman added her
own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his,
causing him to grunt in appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body
meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his
thrusts.  Eti lifted her shapely legs higher, to give the man greater access
to her sweltering sex.  "Soon," she thought.  "It's got to be soon!" as her
senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the
bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping
together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar
tingling.  A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase
twofold.  Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes
closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick
tool grew larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting
sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth
hardness inside her.  A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her,
causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat. 
Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.  Then
she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. 
Etienne floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his
spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.  The
frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside
her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if
electrocuted.

Eti could hear low keening - hers? - as she flooded the man's shaft with her
own love offering, her overheated sex clamping down on him repeatedly. 
Another contraction, another splash of juices to mix with his as, finally,
the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling.
The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her,
breathing heavily.

"You know, " she said, her voice cracking slightly, "You should really think
about bottling this.  We would be rich beyond our dreams!"  The man propped
himself up on one elbow, looking down at her smiling face.

Laughing, he replied  "There wouldn't be much to sell - you'd buy it all up
for yourself."

"That's true," she admitted, settling into the warm, fuzzy feeling, all that
remained of her orgasm.  Eti could feel the man's now-soft cock fall out of
her, releasing a slow tricking of semen that flowed from her gaping vagina,
following the crack of her firm bottom.

With a deft movement, Lorne Williams flipped over onto his back beside his
daughter.  "I don't know about you, but I could use something to eat."

Eti slapped her father playfully.  "Like you haven't had enough to eat
already!"  She sat up, causing her full breasts to stand out, the nipples
still hard.  She turned and looked lovingly at her father as he stretched,
his dormant maleness lying across the crease where leg met the abdomen.

"Come on, lazy one," she said with mock sternest.  "We have to get cleaned
up.  Kymber's flight will be arriving soon."  Lorne watched appreciatively
as Eti went to the bathroom to start the shower.  He delighted in seeing the
very shapely curves of her body and wondered, for the millionth time, how he
could be so lucky to have a daughter like her.  Hearing the running water,
he got up with reluctance, not wanting the moment to end.

Etienne was already in the shower, the hot, soapy water flowing over her
medium brown skin.  As he joined her, Lorne again took stock of his Nubian
goddess, noting how a trail of bubbles curled under one breast and traveled
down her side to the swell of her hips.  Lorne could feel himself becoming
aroused again as Etienne turned to soap his chest.

Feeling his returning erection against her tummy, Eti looked down.  "Oh, no!
 We don't have time for this, my friend!" she said to his maleness as Lorne
grew longer and harder. She looked back at her father, grinning.

"I can't help it if he likes you," Lorne complained half heartedly while
reaching for the soap.  The slippery bar to fell from its holder, clunking
loudly against the tub before coming to rest behind Eti.

"I got it," she said.  As she turned and bent over to retrieve the errant
soap, she realized her mistake.  Before she could stand, she felt the
bulbous head of his cock split her still-swollen labia.  A gasp escaped her
lips as Lorne plunged half his length into her, spreading her wide again. 
Instinct caused her to push back against his advance, again filling her.

"We...  don't...  have...  time..." she said as Lorne worked himself into
her, holding her hips steady.  That warm, golden feeling she'd come to love
over the last three years replaced any further protests.

The water stung Lorne's chest and splashed onto Eti's upturned bottom,
washing away the last of the soap.  He spread her cheeks, allowing him to
view his thickness as he plunged into his daughter.  He marveled at the
contrast of their skin color, Lorne being darker than his 19-year-old
partner.  Lorne was deep into the sensations offered by the young woman's
body, thrusting easily into her sex when the water suddenly turned cold,
shocking him into ejaculating.  The warmth of Eti's love sheath, and the
brisk cold of the water battled for supremacy as he emptied himself into
her.

Holding on to the towel bar, Eti could feel her father inside her, giving
her the sweetest of feelings, when the water went cold.  The sudden change
in temperature caused her slippery nest to contract hard around him, the
splashing sounds of her release getting lost in the sounds of running water.
 She pushed back hard against him, grinding her hips in time with his
thrusts, as he released his seed into her.

As the water grew colder, causing her to shiver, Eti leaned forward and shut
off the water, Lorne's half-erect cock slipping out of her, still spasming.
She turned at looked at the handsome, Black scientist.  "You're insatiable
and I love you!  I hope we're not late."

Lorne leaned forward and placed his mouth on hers, cutting off any further
comments.  Breaking the deep kiss, Lorne said, "Me, too, but it was worth
it!"

Lorne and Etienne stepped from the shower into the relative warmth of the
bathroom and dried each other off.  Eti's nipples continued to stand out as
Lorne dried her breasts and worked his way down.  She stood contentedly,
feeling his strong hands against her as he dried her.  One hand spent a
little extra time at the triangle of black hair nestled between her legs,
while the other probed its way into the crevice of her firm bottom.  She
trembled slightly as the towel brushed across her puckered back hole, adding
to the delicious feelings already present.

Grabbing her towel, she returned the favor with an appreciative smile on her
lovely features.  Her hazel brown eyes, feasted upon her father's muscular
chest, idly noting that even at 43, he was in remarkable shape.  She made
her way down his flat stomach to his maleness, again dormant and gently
dried his testes, feeling their weight in her hands.  Lust tempted Eti to
give the large, mushroom-shaped head of his cock a suck but knew she
wouldn't stop there - and they had a plane to meet.


Part III, Chapter Two

Sighing, she stood and followed her father out of the bathroom.  "I'll be
ready in 15 minutes, Dad," she called to him.  Lorne nodded in reply,
searching his closet for something to wear.  As she padded down the hallway
to her own room, she remembered the reason which had brought her to his room
in the first place.  She had something to tell him, something very important
- but Eti had forgotten it in a sweet rush of passion.  Not that it was
unwelcome, she thought with a smile - her father was a fantastic lover.  For
the last three years, she'd known no one else but him.  She had no regrets
at all, only pure love for him.

Standing naked before the full length mirror, she admired her shapely body,
noting her large, pendulous breasts and how the dark circles of her areola
stood out against the smooth, mocha skin surrounding it.  Slightly erect,
her nipples stood out proudly and she ran a finger lightly across one,
finding it still very much sensitive.  She continued to examine her body,
her eyes coming to rest on her flat tummy.  Eti replaced the smile on her
face momentarily with a slight frown, stark reality replacing the cozy,
loving feelings.  How was she going to tell her father, her lover, that she
was pregnant?

When Eti's period failed to show up as scheduled, she wasn't worried at
first; being a day late wasn't unusual for her.  She religiously took her
birth control pills and any thoughts of becoming pregnant didn't concern
her.  However, after a week had gone by, she began to worry and had stopped
at a drug store on the way home from work and picked up a pregnancy test
kit.  Etienne had placed the kit on her dressing table, debating whether to
use it.

"Maybe I just miscalculated," she thought, glancing up at the calendar
adorning one wall.  One date stood out, enclosed in a bold, red circle, an
apt reminder of when she was to begin her cycle.  Chasing away her
indecisive thoughts, she'd grabbed the kit and headed for the bathroom. 
After following the instructions, she waited.

The bright blue indicator that greeted her minutes later sent mixed emotions
flowing through her.  "I'm pregnant!" part of her rejoiced.  The more
skeptical side of her asked, "How?  We didn't miss a pill!"  The cool,
logical side of her provided the obvious answer - her pills failed to do
their appointed task.

Eti blinked, bringing her back from her memories.  She sighed, a mixture of
happiness and uneasiness coursing along her nervous system.  After coming to
terms with her condition, she had gone to tell her father, well, he was
going to be a father.  The soon-to-be mother laughed at the silliness that
thought invoked, as she remembered going into his room and shaking him
awake.  She had been prepared to tell him - but her father had other ideas.
As he pleasured her, all thoughts of talking to him had left, replaced by
the delicious feelings he always brought out in her.  Eti smiled again and
hurried to get dressed, finally deciding to tell him on the way to the
airport.


Part III, Chapter Three

Kymber Levin sat looking out the tiny window of the jet as it prepared to
land, thinking of how good it would be to see Lorne and Eti Williams again.
She hadn't seen them since her father's funeral, having left immediately
afterwards to live with her aunt in Seattle.  Tears welled up in her eyes as
she remembered the horrible nightmare.  The phone call from the police.  A
voice informing her of the accident, a head on collision.  Her frantic call
to Lorne Williams, the only person she could think of to call and the ride
to the hospital.

Then there was the disorienting feeling as the doctor told her the bad news.
 She had fainted, barely hearing her words, "I'm so very sorry, Ms. Levin. 
We did all we could."

The bump of the giant jetliner landing shook Kymber out of her painful
memories as the attendants reminded everyone to stay seated.  Wiping her
eyes, she gathered her things and exited the plane into the terminal,
searching for a familiar face in the sea of humanity.

*   *   *

Lorne drove to the airport quickly but carefully, chiding himself on making
love to Eti again, knowing they'd be late.  If he hadn't learned anything
over the last three years, it was resisting her charm was something at which
he wasn't very good.  After arriving at the airport and parking the car, Eti
and Lorne headed toward the arrival gate as fast as the growing throng would
allow.  Etienne spotted Kymber first and called out to her long time friend.
 "Kymber!  Over here!" called Eti, waving her hands.

Kymber Levin turned toward the sound of her name.  Upon seeing Eti and
Lorne, she waved back and went to meet them.

Etienne greeted her long time friend with a hug pausing only to plant a kiss
on her cheek.  "It's good to have you back, " she said while holding the
beautiful redhead at arms length.

"It's good to be back," she admitted.  Kymber turned to embrace Lorne.

"It's good to see you, too, Lorne!"

Lorne gave the lithe woman a hug that was more friendly than fatherly. 
Although he had worked with her late father, his knowledge of her was more
than just a casual one.  As they went to the baggage area, Lorne smiled at
his memories of Kymber Levin.  The aftermath of the now-legendary party had
changed their lives forever, establishing an intimacy before which he'd
never experienced.

Admittedly, he missed his friend and colleague, but the satisfaction of
knowing Kymber would be very well taken care of replaced his feelings of
loss.  Absently taking the bags off the conveyor, the sound of Eti's
melodious voice interrupted Lorne's thoughts.

"We've got the spare room all set up for you," she was saying.  "You won't
have to worry about a thing."

Lorne smiled at his daughter's enthusiasm and knew her joy matched his own.
Geoff had left Kymber very well provided for, so money wasn't a problem. 
According to the letter he'd received two weeks earlier, Kymber wasn't happy
in Seattle and had asked Lorne if she could move in with them.  "You and Eti
are the only family I need right now," her words had said.  He replied to
her, telling her they would be pleased to have her and, after clearing it
with her aunt, they made the move.

They filled the trip home with innocent chatter as the two young women
brought each other up to date.  Sparing a glance at Etienne, he thought he
noticed something different about her but could not put his finger on it. 
Eti, turned almost completely in her seat and facing Kymber, didn't notice
his furtive looks.  He dismissed the thought, concentrating on his driving.

Minutes later, he pulled into the driveway.  Eti and Kymber headed toward
the house, leaving him to tackle the luggage.  Hands on his hips, he cleared
his voice and called out to them.  "Excuse me!  Ladies?"

The two women stopped in mid conversation and looked back at him.  Lorne
noticed with some amusement both had identical confused looks on their
faces.

"These bags aren't going to move by themselves," he admonished.  Mumbling
apologies, they came back to take some smaller bags as Lorne wrestled with
the largest ones.  Once inside, he gratefully let the heavy items drop and
turned to his charges.

"Eti, show Kymber her room; I'll bring the bags up in a moment," he said
while crossing to the answering machine.  After listening to the message, he
went to the bottom of the stairs.

"Eti?  Kymber?" he called, opening the door.  "I've got to go to the office
for a little while.  Don't wait for me to have dinner."  He barely heard the
response as the door closed behind him.

*  *  *

Hearing the car start and drive away, Etienne turned to Kymber, beaming. 
"Let's get you settled in first - then we can talk," she said.  Kymber
agreed; she had a million questions to ask Eti.  The two women busied
themselves with storing Kymber's belongings, limiting their conversation to
things like the color of a dress while exchanging opinions on the latest
styles.  An hour later, everything was in place and Kymber flopped down
across the bed.  Between the long flight and getting the room set up, Kymber
was exhausted.  However, it didn't curb her curiosity.

"So, are you and your father still, uh, you know?" she asked.

Etienne looked into Kymber's emerald green eyes as she spoke.  "Yes, we're
still lovers.  He's just so good for me that I don't bother with the other
men."

"Why not?"

"What could they offer me that he can't?  I mean, look around you.  I have
the best of everything!"

Kymber had to agree with this.  This wasn't the same house they had lived in
for many years; Lorne, having assumed her father's position, had decided
that they needed a home that matched their new status.  If the rest of the
house is as beautiful as this room, she thought, it must really be
something.  She was drawn back to Eti, who was still talking.

"I have a job and love and happiness in my life.  Daddy is so attentive and
not just in bed."  Eti's look of contentment spoke volumes.  "We go places
and do things we never had time to do before.  Why waste my time on some
inexperienced guy, never knowing if I can love or trust him?  No, all we
need is each other."  Eti reached down and touched her friend's hand.

"Oh, and you, if you're willing."

Surprise took Kymber aback momentarily, not completely understanding what
Eti was saying.  Eti saw the confusion written across her friend's creamy
complexion and offered an explanation.

"Daddy and I talked about this last week.  Let's face it.  You aren't
exactly strangers to each other."

Kymber nodded, understanding the reference.

Etienne continued.  "I guess what I'm trying to say is we love you very much
and, speaking for both of us, we'd be happy if you'd join our little
family."

This was more than the young woman could have ever hoped for!  She could
feel the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.  "I don't know what to
say. . .," she stammered.

Eti sat next to Kymber and held her.  "Just say  yes'," she said, lifting
Kymber's chin and kissing her gently.

Kymber returned the kiss, her tongue darting into the other woman's inviting
mouth.  A new feeling of fresh excitement replaced her fatigue as she
allowed herself to be pressed onto the bed.  Their kisses became more
intense as their hands started to explore each other's bodies.

"I've missed you," murmured Eti, her hands deftly unbuttoning Kymber's
blouse to expose her firm, full breasts.  Kymber could only lay back as Eti
undid the lacy material of her bra, freeing the twin globes of flesh, her
nipples hardening as the cool air of the room brushed across them - only to
be replaced by the warm wetness of Eti's mouth.  Kymber gasped as the other
woman's tongue flicked across the turgid button of flesh.

Eti relished the feel of Kymber's nipple between her lips, savoring the
salty taste of the other woman's skin, feeling her own passions stirring as
she immersed herself in the sweet flesh.

The two women paused just long enough to completely shed their restrictive
clothing.  Once naked, Eti gathered Kymber into her arms, nibbling on the
hot redhead's delicately shaped earlobe.  As Eti's warm, moist breath sent
more chills through her, Kymber busied herself with teasing Eti's large
nipples until they were both quite erect and begging for more attention.

The afternoon sunlight bathed the two lovers with its warmth as the room
quickly filled with the sounds of their passion.  Kymber positioned her
bottom over Etienne's open mouth feeling a sharp thrill coursing through her
as she felt the first probing of the other's tongue.  Eti lapped at the
swelling pussy lips, her tongue parting the shock of red pubic hair covering
Kymber's hidden entrance to flick teasingly across the sensitive clitoral
bud, causing Kymber's knees to buckle slightly.  Giving in to the sensations
offered by her lifelong friend, Kymber lowered her own mouth to Eti's dark
bush to capture the large clitoris protruding prominently from between the
shrouded cunt lips, feeling her own excitement increase as she captured it,
feeling it grow harder as her tongue flew over the exposed head.

They sucked at each other with urgency as each remembered the little things
which  pleased the other.  As Eti buried her tongue deeply into the gyrating
flesh above her, she reached around and slowly inserted her slender finger
into Kymber's ass while filling her dripping pussy with her thumb, smiling
inwardly as she felt her friend's twin orifices spasm at the sudden
invasion, causing the lust-filled woman to gasp.

Kymber ground her overheated sex onto Eti face as she went careening into
her first orgasm, drenching the other woman's face with hot liquid.  "Oh,
yes!  Yes!", she cried out as Eti's busy fingers coaxed another nerve
shattering wave of pleasure out of her.  "Oh, take it, take it all!"

Etienne paused for a moment to catch her breath, giving Kymber the opening
she was looking for to return the favor as she recaptured Eti's clit,
sucking on it hard.  Her head moved furiously as she licked and nibbled at
Eti's steaming flesh, causing the darker woman's hips to buck
uncontrollably.

"This...  is...  oh, my...  so...  oh, good!" stammered Eti as Kymber
brought her to the brink and shoved her over, the intense waves of pleasure
crashing over her repeatedly.  As Eti gushed stream after stream of love
juice, Kymber quickly inserted two fingers inside the orgasming woman,
plunging them in and out of her just as fast as she could.  Etienne rewarded
Kymber with another shower of juices, feeling them flow hotly over her hand.

Kymber rolled off an exhausted Eti, who was still trembling slightly in the
aftershocks of orgasm and lay next to her, stopping along the way to suck a
nipple between her lips and causing another bout of trembling.  Kymber
leaned over and kissed Eti deeply.

"You don't know how much I've missed you," she whispered to Eti, who was
smiling even as she drifted off to sleep.  Finding herself just as drained,
Kymber snuggled up next to Etienne, thinking "It's good to be home. . . "

*   *   *

It was late when Lorne returned home.  Upon entering the house, he
immediately noticed how quiet it was.  Concerned, he went looking for his
daughter and friend.  After checking the pool and kitchen, he went upstairs
to Etienne's room - and found it empty.  The scientist scratched his head,
wondering where they could have gone, since Eti's car was still in the
garage.  On a hunch, he went to Kymber's room.  Peeking into the open
doorway, the sight of the two naked, sleeping women greeted him.

Obviously, they had found something to do while he was gone.  Lorne found it
exciting seeing them entwined together, feeling his cock begin to stir. 
Sighing, he covered the sleeping beauties and left the room, closing the
door gently behind him.


Part III, Chapter Four

Eti woke up finding herself unable to move.  Only partially aware of her
surroundings, she tried to move the weight pressing against her, a moment of
panic running through her as the weight shifted against her.  Cautiously,
she opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming into the
room and her panic deepened.

"Where am I?" she asked herself.  "This isn't my room..."  Realization
dawned on her and she looked to her right and saw Kymber dozing peacefully,
her arms draped across Eti's mid-section.  The panic subsided as she
recalled the events of - last night?  Clearing the last dregs of sleep from
her brain, she gingerly moved Kymber's arm, causing her to stir slightly and
rose from the bed to look at the clock.

"Ten in the morning," she mumbled to herself as she stretched.  "Good thing
today's Saturday."  Now fully awake, Eti went to awaken her friend.  "Hey,"
she called gently, not wanting to startle her.  "Time to get up, lazy."  No
response came from the prone beauty, so she shook her.  "Kymber?"

Kymber greeted her with a muffled grunt, so she shook her harder.  "Kymber!
Wake up!"  This time, she could hear the young woman mutter, "Yeah, yeah. 
I'm up."  Satisfied, Eti left her friend's side and looked around the room,
spotting the remaining unpacked baggage.  As Eti padded to the bathroom, she
could hear Kymber sitting up.

"Ooh, what time is it?" asked the groggy redhead as she stood, her legs not
quite ready to hold her.  "Did we sleep all night?"

"Looks like it," Eti called out over the sound of running water.  "Come on,
let's get cleaned up and tell Dad the good news!"

Kymber's reflection in the mirror frowned back at her.  "News?  What... oh.
THAT news.  Eti?"

"Huh?" came the reply.

"Thanks for caring."

As Kymber entered the bathroom, Eti playfully threw a towel at her.  "We
figured that, well, after all that's happened, you should be happy again." 
She looked into Kymber emerald green eyes.  "Besides, we love you, Kymmie. 
Now, into the shower with you!  I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes."

Watching the lithe Black woman leave the room, she couldn't shake the sudden
feeling there was something different about Etienne.  Not being able to put
her finger on it, she shrugged and stepped into the shower.


Part III, Chapter Five

Lorne looked up from his newspaper as Kymber and Eti bounded down the
stairs.  "Well, it's about time," he said.  "I was beginning to think you
two would sleep the day away.  There's coffee in the kitchen if you want
it."

"Later, Dad," replied Eti.  "Kymmie said yes!"  Lorne looked from Eti, who
was all smile, to Kymber who looked embarrassed but positive.

Putting the paper down, he folded his hands before speaking.  "We thought
about this for a long time, Kym.  It was obvious to me just how close the
two of you are.  I know how important you are to her."  Clearing his throat
nervously, he continued.

"And, uh, there were my own feelings to think of."

Lorne remembered the night of the party and the months which followed,
privately relishing the other time he had made love to the redheaded
bombshell.

*   *   *

Kymber had come by looking for Etienne one evening, a week following the
now-infamous party.  Lorne remembered the mixed feelings of embarrassment
and excitement as he told the incredibly beautiful young woman that Eti
wasn't home.

"I don't know when she'll be back," he had said.  "Do you want to wait for
her?" he added hopefully, remembering his first experience with this lovely
creature.

Kymber was nervous.  "I suppose I can wait for a little while," she said,
painfully aware of the feelings this man instilled in her.

The two of them sat across from each other, neither wanting to be the first
to speak.  Finally, Lorne spoke.

"Well!  I haven't seen you since the party."

This caused the young woman to look up sharply, her embarrassment showing
clearly as the blush spread quickly across her face.

"Ah, well, yeah.  Dr. Williams... ," she stuttered.

"Lorne, please."

"Okay, uh, Lorne.  That was really some party huh?"  Kymber was dying to
tell him why she was really there.

Clearing his throat and looking around the room, Lorne nervously replied,
"Sure was.  How have you been since I last saw you?"  He winced slightly,
remembering the last time he saw her, he was fucking her.  Hoping to clean
up his gaff, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, Kymber."

"That's all right, Doctor - uh, Lorne."  With an easiness she didn't feel,
she climbed out on a metaphorical limb.  "You were really something."

Clearly flustered, Lorne said.  "Uh, yeah.  Thanks."

The room grew quiet again - you could feel the tension in the air as they
tried to avoid looking at each other.

"Lorne?"

"Yes?"

"I didn't actually come over to see Eti."

"Really?  Why are you here?"

"I, um, came to see you."

Lorne shifted uncomfortably in his chair and tried to hide the erection
making a tent in his pants.  The thought of making love to this young beauty
again was more than he could have hoped for.  He smiled back at Kymber.

"Do I have to ask why?", he quipped, hoping they were sharing the same
thoughts.

Kymber glanced back at him, her embarrassment causing her to turn a deeper
shade of red.  Although he had shifted his position in the chair, she could
still see the huge bulge of his erection straining against his clothing. 
The damp heat between her legs made her squirm uncomfortably.

"This is stupid," Lorne thought and came to a decision.  Standing, he held
out his hand to Kymber.  "I don't think we need to say anymore, do we?"

Excited further by the huskiness of his voice, Kymber shook her head and,
taking his hand, allowed Lorne to lead her upstairs.  As she entered the
bedroom behind him, she thought "I can't believe I'm doing this!"  Lorne
interrupted any further thoughts as the handsome Black doctor's lips closed
on hers, his tongue probing her mouth gently, but with an urgency which
wouldn't be denied.  She inhaled his scent deeply, feeling the heat building
inside her, clinging to him tightly as his lips caressed her neck.

Kymber felt herself lifted by strong arms as Lorne carried her to the bed. 
He stood over her for a moment, his coffee-black eyes locked onto hers as he
began to undress her.  Kymber tingled in anticipation as he removed her
blouse and bra, massaging the firm flesh with his hands, before peeling away
her skirt.  Clad only in sea-green silk panties, she watched as Lorne
removed his shirt, absently licking her lips at the sight of his hairless
chest.

Lorne undressed quickly, glad to have his swollen manhood finally free from
its cloth prison, eased himself into Kymber's open arms.  Their lips met
again, turning up the heat another notch.  Moving down her body, he flicked
his tongue across each nipple in turn, causing the fleshy buttons to grow
harder, before continuing down across her flat stomach.  Kymber's breathing
was becoming faster as she felt his tongue slip under the waistband of her
panties.  She reached down to remove them; Lorne stopped her.

"No, don't," he whispered, pressing her back gently.  He could feel the heat
of her sex through the flimsy material as he nuzzled her mound, rubbing his
face against the spreading patch of wetness there.  Her scent was musky and
intoxicating as he exposed the tangle of flaming red hair, snaking his
tongue between the puffy lips.  Kymber spread her long legs wider, giving
him greater access to her center as he lapped the tangy, salty dewdrops from
her, increasing the flames of passion which were threatening to consume her.

With a smooth motion, Lorne turned himself.  Placing one hand under her
bottom and lifting her, he removed the thin material surrounding her sex. 
He lifted her to his mouth and drank deeply of her essence, his tongue
covering every square inch of her overheated flesh.  She began thrusting her
hips against his hot mouth as he sucked her enlarged, clitoris, running his
tongue in quick circles around the sensitive head.  Kymber was breathing
harder and faster as he fucked his tongue inside her, feeling his invading
flesh spreading her with its passage before returning to savage her clit.

As Lorne drove a pair of crossed fingers into her steaming cave, Kymber
reached up, filling her hand with his throbbing erection.  She pulled the
head toward her waiting mouth using her tongue to wipe the large,
crystal-clear dewdrop from the slit of his cock before clamping her mouth
around the bulbous head.  Lorne gasped at the new sensation and doubled his
efforts, feeling the delicious heat and wetness of her mouth.

Kymber sucked on the spongy head of his shaft, enjoying the feel of it. 
Working her way down the thick shaft, her tongue traced along the large
veins that ran the full length of him, cupping sac feeling the delightful
heaviness there.  She could feel his tongue and fingers working in concert
to push her over the edge.  As she came, she ground herself against him,
riding out the pleasure wave he masterfully created within her.

Lorne was having his own problems.  Between Kymber's twitching spurting love
center and the maddening ache in his balls, he was beyond reason.  He slowly
wiped the back of his hand across his face, wet with her copious flow and
positioned himself at her entrance.

"Yes, yes!" she cried.  "Give it to me!"  She punctuated her demands by
jerking her hips upwards to meet his thick shaft, giving a squeal of delight
as his cock knob split her sex.  Lorne groaned in ecstasy as he slid deep
into her until he felt the entrance to her womb.  Once fully impaled, he
stopped, savoring the delicious tightness that surrounded him.  He could
feel the tremors that ran through the stretched inner walls against his hot
shaft.  Kymber's wide green eyes were wild with lust as she dug her fingers
into his back.

"No!  No!  Don't stop now!" she moaned feverishly.  "Finish it...  finish
me!"

Lorne withdrew until just the head remained inside her before plunging deep
inside her.  Feeling crazed with lust, he filled her tightness repeatedly
with long strokes that slurped obscenely with their combined juices.  He
could feel Kymber bucking under him wildly as she succumbed to her second
orgasm, her eyes screwed tightly shut against the onslaught of pleasure. 
Unable to withstand the incredible pressure building inside his seed-filled
sac, he rammed into her yielding flesh as his cock swelled inside her.

A brilliant flash of white light flashed behind his eyes as he erupted
inside her, spilling his seed into her in great spurts.  Each pulse sent an
intense current of pleasure through him, overloading his tortured senses as
he emptied his love into Kymber. . .

*   *   *

"...glad that you both feel this way.  I know I'll be very happy here."
Kymber's words snapped Lorne out of his daydream.  Etienne was looking at
him closely, having noticed the glazed look that fell over him a moment ago.
 "What was he thinking about?" she wondered.

"Yes, well, welcome to the family!", he managed to say, his voice a little
thick.  "Okay!  If there's nothing else, I've got some work to do.  I'll see
you two later."

Lorne Williams left the room - a bit too quick, thought Eti.  Turning to her
"sister," she asked.  "What do you want to do after we eat?", watching until
she heard the patio door slide closed.  Before Kymber could answer, Eti
silenced her with a finger across her lips.

"There's something we have to discuss," she whispered.


Part III, Chapter Six

"You're what!"  Kymber sat in the chair so hard her teeth clicked. 
"Pregnant?  How..."  Realizing the silliness of her question, Kymber shook
her head.  "Does your father know?"

Etienne had been smiling - right until that question.  Sighing, she sat on
the edge of her bed.  "No," she replied.  "I haven't told him yet."  Kymber
could see that Eti was having trouble deciding how and when she was going to
tell her father that, well, he was going to be a father.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Oh, I don't know!  I don't know how he's going to react and, frankly, I'm
afraid."

Kymber moved to sit next to her.  "Listen.  You want me to tell him?", she
asked, knowing Eti would prefer to tell him herself - but also letting Eti
know she didn't have to face the announcement alone.

Eti smiled.  "No - but thanks anyway.  Hey, I appreciate the offer, though."

"How far along are you?"

"As close as I can figure it, two months.  I've got an appointment to see
Dr. Edwards on Tuesday and I suppose she'll tell me all the details then."

"Oh, Eti!  I'm so happy for you!"  Kymber said as she leaned over to hug the
new mother-to-be.

Sighing, Etienne said, "Now the only thing I have to do is tell Dad." 
Without warning, Eti began to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing!"  More giggles.  "I'm having my father's baby.  Does this mean
I'm giving birth to my own brother or sister - and is he a father and
grandfather, too?"  Peals of laughter erupted from Etienne and, after
thinking about it, Kymber joined in the laughter.

"So, - a giggle - are you going to tell him?"

Etienne wiped the tears from her eyes.  "After dinner," she sniffed. 
Regaining their composure, the two women looked at each other.  And burst
out laughing...


Part III, Chapter Seven

In the yard, Lorne had just finished mowing the lawn when he heard the
hysterical laughter flowing from Etienne's room.  Puzzled, he wondered what
they'd found so funny - and gave up after a few moments.  He shook his head,
thinking no matter how old they got, girls would always be girls.

Putting the mower away, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of
lemonade, the tangy sweetness sending a rush of coolness through him as he
drained and refilled the glass.  He sat at the table and pondered the
situation.

On one side there's Etienne.  Though they'd been lovers for three years, it
never failed to amaze him at how natural and right it felt, especially since
she resembled her mother in so many ways.  It had taken him a while to get
used to their incestuous relationship but he managed, remembering Eti's
words to him.

"Dad, I know I could never replace Mom.  I know how much she meant to you. 
Nevertheless, we have each other now and, since we have this love, things
could never be wrong."

On the other side, there's Kymber.  He knew that she'd need all the love and
support she could get now that Geoff was gone.  Lewdly, he thought that
having two hot and desirable women around would be fun.  Just the mere
thought of doing both of them had his cock stirring.

*   *   *

They filled dinner with the usual small talk found at most tables - except
the topics were quite different.  Kymber, having spent the afternoon
unpacking and putting away stuff, was regaling Etienne with her version of
the second time she and Lorne had made love.  Lorne was doing his best
ostrich impression as Eti looked at him with astonishment written on her
lovely visage.

"Dad," she said with mock sternness.  "You never told me about you and
Kymber.  You dirty old man!"  Eti got up, taking empty plates to the sink. 
"Hmpf.  Let you out of my sight for one moment and what happens?"  Kymber
was doing her best not to add to Lorne's plight by laughing.

"And you, young lady," Eti said, waggling a finger at her friend.  "Once
wasn't enough for you, eh?  I just don't know what to do with you!"

Lorne couldn't resist.  "You didn't say that last night, now did you?" 
Kymber blushed - a dark crimson - and Eti was speechless.  "Hm," he
chuckled, "Obviously not."  He ducked as a dish towel went sailing over his
head and beat a hasty retreat to the living room with Eti and Kymber hot on
his heels. Lorne came to an abrupt stop and threw up his hands.  "I
surrender!"

Eti and Kymber took seats on the plush sofa while Lorne made himself
comfortable in his favorite chair.  "So, ladies!  What's on the agenda for
this evening?  Anyone up for a movie?"

The two young women exchanged looks.  "Well?" asked Kymber.  "What are you
waiting for?"  Eti remained silent.

Lorne looked from one to the other before asking, "What's going on?"  In the
silence which followed, he watched as Kymber was gesturing frantically in
Eti's direction while the latter really looked as if she'd rather be
somewhere else.

A hint of sternness crept into his voice.  "Okay, out with it.  Is there
something I should know?"

"I'll say," Kymber mysteriously replied.

Etienne finally spoke.  "Dad, there's something I have to tell you."  Lorne
crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.

"Dad, do you love me?"

"Of course, Peaches.  Why do you ask?"  Lorne was beginning to get the
feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.

"I just wanted to know.  That's all."  Kymber rolled her eyes to look at the
ceiling.

"Now, why don't I believe you?"

Kymber jumped in.  "You want me to tell him?"  Etienne shook her head
vigorously.

"Tell me what?", asked Lorne, his confusion growing.

Etienne looked directly at her father.  "She wants to know if I want her to
tell you... that I'm pregnant."

As if he didn't hear her, he said, "You're what?"

"Pregnant."  Eti slid closer to Kymber, who put an arm around her.

Realization hit Lorne like the proverbial ton of bricks.  "Pregnant. 
Pregnant!? Oh, Lord..."

Kymber was smiling.  "Isn't it wonderful?"

Clearly rocked by this announcement, Lorne stood and began pacing the
spacious room.  His emotions were running wild, sending him careening from
one extreme to another at the speed of thought.

"Pregnant," he repeated absently.  He looked up.  "But, how..., I mean, your
pills..."

"They didn't work," Eti supplied, her worried expression speaking volumes.

Lorne sat on the arm of the chair, his face reflecting the shock of Eti's
announcement.  "I don't know what to say," he said with great uncertainty. 
"I'm not sure how I feel right now," he confessed.  "This is a great moment,
but..."  He turned to face his daughter.  "Honey, are you sure?"

Eti, regaining her composure, nodded.  "Yes, I'm sure.  I've got an
appointment with Dr. Edwards.  I hope you're not angry with me."

"Angry?  No, Peaches!  I'm not angry.  I'm just... surprised!"  Lorne
crossed to where Eti and Kymber were sitting.  Kneeling, he held Eti's
hands, feeling them tremble.  "However, I can't think about that right now.
There are more important matters to discuss."

"Like how I'm going to explain being pregnant to everyone, right?"  As far
as anyone knew, Eti wasn't seeing anyone socially.

"Making sure that we have a healthy baby, too."  Both Kymber and Eti nodded
at this.  As a geneticist, Lorne was all too aware of the possibility of
genetic defects occurring.  Over the last year, Lorne had done as much
research as he could on the subject of incest.  One thing he learned was
incestual pregnancies did not always produce genetic monstrosities.  He even
found an incest help line on the Internet and finding their advice and
support more than helpful, corresponded with them frequently to gain useful
information which eventually helped them become the loving family they were
now.

Kymber spoke.  "Well!  Now that it's out in the open, what can I do to
help?"

Both Lorne and Etienne smiled at Kymber.  "For a start, " Eti began, "You
can go with me to the doctor's office - then we can go shopping!"  As the
ladies discussed their plans, Lorne stood and looked around the room,
thinking of how pleasant having a baby in the house again would be.

"This calls for a celebration," he declared.  "Where should we go and what
should we do?"


Part III, Chapter Eight

Etienne felt vulnerable as the speculum invaded her, wincing at the
discomfort as it opened her for inspection.

"Okay, that part's done," came Dr. Edwards' voice.  "You can relax for a
moment."

"You know, I really hate this," Eti said, her voice tight.  She tried to
adjust her position in the stirrups to make herself as comfortable as
possible.

"I know you do, dear.  Now be still.  I'll be done in a moment."  Donning a
pair of gloves, Dr. Edwards began her internal exam.  After what was an
eternity, Eti felt the hand withdraw, followed by the sound of gloves coming
off.  She was relieved when Dr. Edwards removed the speculum, leaving her
strangely empty and a bit queasy.

"Well, there's no doubt that you're going to have a baby.  Congratulations
are in order.  Everything looks and feels fine."

Struggling to sit up, Etienne asked "How far along am I?"

"Oh, I'd say about three months, give or take a day or two.  We'll know more
when the rest of the tests come back.  We should schedule you for an
ultrasound in another few weeks."

Eti listened to the doctor's voice as she dressed while thinking there was a
lot to remember when you're pregnant - appointments, vitamins, diet,
exercise, the delivery date, things to do before and after...  The list was
growing every day!

The doctor continued.  "You've been pretty lucky not having morning
sickness, so I won't have to prescribe anything for nausea.  Are there any
other questions?"

"No, I think you've answered most of them.  See you in a couple of weeks!"

After dropping Kymber off at home, Eti drove to the lab.  She couldn't help
thinking about how her life was changing.  Already, she could feel the
changes her body was undergoing; her breasts were fuller, heavier and much
more sensitive than usual.  She thought having her father or Kymber sucking
on her nipples would be quite an experience.  Eti absently patted her
stomach as if confirming the presence of the bulge growing there.

She remembered the doctor's words about how her moods may rapidly change
from one moment to the next because of the hormonal changes taking place
inside her.  While sitting at a traffic light, she closed her eyes and could
somehow sense the child growing in her womb.

As she pulled into the lab's parking complex, Etienne reminded herself that
she'd have to put in for maternity leave and to leave a message with Kathy
in human relations.  She allowed herself a wry grin, thinking to have a baby
sure meant filing out a lot of forms!  Stepping off the elevator, Kymber and
the other women she worked with greeted Eti - and the looks on their faces
told her a certain green-eyed redhead had let the cat out of the bag.

As they gathered around Eti to offer their congratulations, she gave Kymber
a withering stare.  Kymber smiled and shrugged.  "Sorry, Eti - I just
couldn't keep it to myself!"  When everyone returned to their tasks, Eti
motioned Kymber into an empty office.

"Kymmie," she began, "I'm not mad - it's just that I don't want to have to
answer a lot of questions about, ahem, who the father is, if you know what I
mean."  Etienne could tell by Kymber's shocked expression she hadn't thought
about that.

"Oh, no!  I just forgot!"

Before the emerald-eyed beauty could start kicking herself, Eti said, "Hey!
Don't do this to yourself - no harm, no foul, okay?"  She gave her friend a
quick hug.  "We'll talk about it on the way home."

*   *   *

Eti was relaxing in the passenger seat as Kymber navigated through the rush
hour traffic.  The reception at the office and plans for a baby shower had
prompted many questions about the father of the baby.  Eti had done her best
to deflect most of the questions, telling her coworkers his identity wasn't
important.  Eti knew her evasiveness would spark many a rumor and,
eventually, her father would hear of them.

Eti sighed, knowing her father would be concerned about these rumors - but
she thought it could work to their advantage.  The people at the lab would
be so busy trying to identify the mystery father that no one would suspect
Lorne.

Kymber broke through her thinking.  "Eti, I'm really sorry about this.  You
know I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, I know.  We have to be careful; if anyone were to find out, my God,
there would be more trouble than we could ever deal with."  Kymber nodded
somberly, lapsing into silence.

Secretly, she envied Etienne's condition; she had tried getting pregnant by
her father - but the accident had made sure it would never happen.  Tears
welled in her eyes as she thought about the last time they had made love. 
Kymber had recognized how the party had changed her life.  There was the
love growing inside her for Lorne Williams; the handsome Black man had
awakened something within her.  Thus, Kymber had planned her visit to see
him.  She had left Lorne feeling more in love with him, her craving for him
momentarily sated.

*   *   *

Alone in her room, she undressed and stretched out across the bed,
concentrating on the feeling deep inside her, warm like a banked coal.  Her
fingers went to her mound and spread her ample lips there.  A delicious
tingle fluttered through her as her fingers touched the still-sensitive bud
of her clitoris.  As she was about to explore further, she heard a tap at
her door.  "Hi, Dad," she called out.

Geoff Levin stuck his head in.  "Hi, Kymmie - I thought I heard you come
in."  Entering the room, noticing her state of undress.  "Am I interrupting
something?"  Taking in her firm young body caused a stirring inside him.

"No, Dad," she answered.  "I was just laying here thinking."

"About what, Princess?"

"Lorne Williams.  I just came from his house."

"Really?  How's Eti?"

"I don't know; she wasn't there."

"Then, why..."  Geoff began, feeling a brief pang of jealousy.

"I think you know why," was the shameless reply.

"I see."  Despite his calm statement, a seed of hot passion was growing
inside him as he thought about his friend and his daughter.

Kymber propped herself up on her elbows, hearing the tone of his voice. 
"Oh, Daddy, please don't be upset."

"I thought that, well, after the party we, um..."

"Daddy, I love you and we've been having some great fun together, but I love
him, too."

Geoff sighed as he sat next to his flame-haired daughter.  "I think I
understand.  Was it worth it?"

"Daddy, he was magnificent!"  Tactfully, she added.  "He makes me feel the
same way you do!"  It hadn't been hard to figure out the older Levin's
feelings were stinging.  Her words worked as Geoff relaxed.  "Oh, come
here!" she said, opening her arms.

Geoff fell into her warm embrace and they kissed.  He reached between them
and began kneading the creamy, fleshy globes of her breasts, running his
thumbs across the stiffening buds of her nipples.

"Ooooh that feels good," the younger Levin cooed, feeling the warmth
spreading through her.  Her own hand had found the growing bulge in his
pants and she gave it a loving squeeze.  Geoff raised himself slightly to
help Kymber undo his pants, never taking his mouth from the nipple he was
teasing with his teeth.

"Ah, there it is!" she exclaimed as her father's erection popped free, the
head red and angry-looking as it continued to fill with his hot blood. 
Geoff let out a groan of displeasure as Kymber sat up, her nipple falling
from between his lips.  Bending her head to his phallus, Kymber noted while
not as thick and long as Lorne's, it was just as beautiful.  She lowered her
mouth to him, her tongue flicking around the knob and feeling him throb in
her hand.

"Oh, baby," he moaned as she slipped more of his cock into her luscious, wet
mouth.  Opening his eyes slightly, he took in the sight of Kymber's head
bobbing.  As she sucked him, Kymber's thick red hair moved like flowing
lava.  Her lips formed a tight seal which sent wave after wave of pleasure
through him.  He reached out and grabbed her leg, signaling to her allow him
some fun.

Kymber complied, lowering her now-drenched pussy onto his face.  She was
still tender from her session with Lorne and it just added to her
excitement.  Even the light touches of his breath were enough to drive her
insane.  Geoff nuzzled his face into her hot sex, tasting the juices flowing
from her.  He could taste the remnants of Lorne's seed and it excited him
further as he drove his tongue into the flesh of his flesh, causing her to
grind her bottom against his face.

Father and daughter sucked and licked at each other, both lost in their
private pleasure.  Geoff had found Kymber's erect clit, idly thinking how
small it was compared to Etienne Williams'.  He could see it protruding from
its sheath, pulsing with every beat of her heart and went back to sucking
it.  Gently at first, then with great urgency, he tongued her love button. 
Kymber gasped at the sudden attack and lifted her mouth from him, rocking
her firm ass against him while holding on to his erect member.

"Yes, yes," she hissed.  "Suck me!"  Geoff responded by increasing his speed
and inserting a finger into his daughter's pussy.  "Ooh, Daddy, I'm gonna do
it!"  Geoff braced himself, feeling her canal contracting against his
finger.  "NO!" she screamed as her orgasm claimed her, the juice flowing
from her.  She collapsed, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock against her
cheek.  "Don't stop, don't stopdon'tstopdon't..."

She lapsed into silence as the second wave flowed over her.  Geoff face was
wet and abraded from the thick growth of auburn as she ground her sex into
his face, cutting off his breathing for a moment.  A moment of delicious
panic hit him as the young beauty continued to ride his mouth, her words
inaudible with his head trapped firmly between her legs.

Realizing his plight, Kymber reluctantly removed her steaming pussy from his
face.  "Sorry," she muttered as she positioned herself over his rod.  Geoff
was gasping for breath as, in one swift movement, his daughter impaled
herself on his maleness.

"Your turn," she said, smiling evilly.  Without giving him a chance to
recover, she began riding his stiff pole, slamming down on it until their
pubic bones ground together.  "Oh, yeah," she sighed, as she leaned forward
to allow her father to fill her hot flesh.  The feeling of being spread open
delighted her as she listened to the wet sounds their bodies were making.

"Come on, give it to me," she said.  "Give me your sperm, Daddy."

Geoff was doing his best to hold back, never wanting the moment to end. 
However, she was too hot and wet, clenching her vaginal muscles against his
thickness and Geoff knew he'd be unable to hold back the tide.

"Fill me with it - come on - cream me!"  Her pleas were becoming more
strident as she pounded her bottom against him, her breasts jiggling
crazily.

Geoff could feel his sac tighten, an almost painful sensation.  His cock
grew thick inside her and the first spurts of his love began to jet from
him.  "Yes!" Kymber squealed as she felt the hot sticky fluid coat her
insides.  Geoff grimaced as his cock continued to pulse inside her - he had
never experienced such an intense orgasm before.

Without warning, Kymber rose from him and plunged her mouth over his
still-spasming tool, catching the last few spurts of cream on her tongue. 
She savored the saltiness of his essence as she swallowed the pearly fluid.

*   *   *

"You missed the turn."

"Huh?"  Etienne's voice had startled Kymber.  "I did what?"

She turned to find Etienne staring at her, a whimsical look on her face. 
"The turn into the development.  You missed it."

"Oh, hell," she said, the embarrassment causing her to blush.  She pulled
over, looked around, and made an U-turn.  "I don't know what I was thinking
about," she said, more to herself than to her passenger.

Eti was smiling broadly.  "I don't know either, but it had to be something.
Are you okay?"

Her blush deepened.  "Yeah, I'm okay."  Kymber drove up the driveway in
silence.  She pulled into the garage and killed the engine.

Lorne entered the garage.  "Is everything okay?" he asked.  "I saw you drive
by and wondered if anything was wrong."

Eti was laughing.  "I think somebody was a million miles away, thinking
nasty thoughts.  You should have seen her nipples!  They were about to tear
a hole in her blouse!"

Kymber flashed Eti a "later for you" look.  "They were not!" she protested.

Lorne looked at both women, scratching his head.  "Come on inside - dinner's
ready."  The two lovlies followed him, giggling.

After dinner, Lorne listening patiently as Etienne told him of her visit
with Dr. Edwards.  "That's good news," he said.  "Did she ask about whom the
father is?"  Concern etched his dark features.

"Not really," Eti answered.  "She was more concerned with making sure
everything was fine."

As the two talked and made plans for the new arrival, Kymber was beginning
to hatch a plan of her own.


Part III, Chapter Nine

Kymber gasped in delight as the thick, unyielding tool penetrated her
deeply.  She looked up into the brown eyes of her lover and smiled
appreciatively.  "Oh, this is too much," she said as Lorne slid deeper into
her steaming snatch.  Beside her, Etienne watched intently as her father
pleasured the sensuous redhead.  She sighed with contentment, feeling her
father's seed trickling from her.  He had, moments earlier, taken her from
behind, bringing her quickly to orgasm while flooding her with his thick,
gooey spunk.  Being seven months pregnant and not wanting to do any damage,
Eti found she really enjoyed being loved in this position.

Now sated, she watched as her father's thick cock was pounding Kymber.  Eti
leaned over and captured a nipple, causing Kymber to moan loudly and feeling
Kymber's body rocked each time Lorne thrust into her.  Kymber was thinking
she'd never been loved so much in her life as the grunting, sweating man
filled her pussy, spreading her wide.  An orgasm shot through her, taking
her completely by surprise.  Her mouth opened, only to be filled with Eti's
tongue.

As they kissed, Kymber reached out and touched the swollen curves of Eti's
stomach, thinking of how sexy it felt.  Etienne broke the kiss, feeling the
warm touch of Kymber's hand.  Rising, she dangled her milk-filled breast
before the emerald-eyed beauty, offering her open lips a nipple.  Kymber
lifted her head to it and sucked into her mouth - and was rewarded with a
splash of milk, which she drank greedily.  Etienne moaned lowly as Kymber
suckled her, feeling warm and loved.  She freed her nipple, hearing Kymber's
groan of protest and changed her position.

Eti offered Kymber a view of her distended belly as the mother-to-be lowered
her freshly fucked pussy onto her mouth.  Kymber lapped at the sperm that
was still leaking from the gaping pink slash before sucking that large and
lovely clit into her mouth.  Eti cooed with contentment, leaning forward to
plant a wet kiss on her father's lips as he worked inside Kymber.

The three lovers moved together, filling the room with the sounds of their
passion.  Eti's orgasm crashed into her senses, causing her hot juices to
splash against the energetic mouth under her.  Again sated, she rolled
carefully off Kymber's juice-drenched face and knelt to kiss the glistening
droplets from her flushed cheeks.

Lorne's senses were near an overload at the sight before him.  He continued
to plow into Kymber's snatch with stuttering strokes as he approached the
climax.  He let out a groan as he felt his cock swell inside the tight, hot
woman, his seed spilling into her copiously.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as jet after jet of pearly spunk flowed from him,
painting Kymber vaginal walls with love.  Feeling the spasming maleness
inside her, Kymber clamped down on his tool with her vaginal muscles - as
Eti suggested - wringing another cry of pleasure from Lorne, who was
beginning to grow soft inside her.

Drained, Lorne withdrew and flopped down between the two women.  "I am truly
blessed," he said as they snuggled next to him.  Exhausted, Lorne and Eti
drifted off into a blissful sleep, but Kymber remained awake, nestled in the
comforting embrace of Lorne's arm.

"This should do it," she thought, feeling Lorne's seed trickling from her. 
For a moment, she felt guilty; she had deliberately stopped taking her birth
control pills some time ago, finally succumbing to the twinge of jealousy
she experienced whenever she looked at Etienne.  Guilt was joined by its
cousin, Selfishness, causing Kymber to shiver slightly.  She wanted to share
in the obvious joy Etienne was experiencing in her pregnancy.

Not that Lorne was focusing solely on his pregnant daughter; he would
consistently shower both of them with equal attention and love.  Kymber
wanted to show her love in another way, however.  So far, Lorne had given
her more than she could ever hope for:  love, security, tenderness and, oh,
yes, plenty of hot, delicious sex.  Now she wanted to give him something in
return.

She looked across the expanse of Lorne's chest to her friend, sister, and
lover.  Kymber had at first been reluctant to reveal her plan to Etienne,
fearing that the other would react badly.  It surprised Kymber when Eti
agreed that it would be the perfect gift for Kymber to give him.

"It would make you happier, wouldn't it?" Eti had asked while secretly
wondering what had taken Kymber so long in deciding to have her father's
baby.

"I look at you every day, see your happiness, and want it for myself, too."
Kymber looked into her friend's hazel eyes.  "If I'm being selfish, I'm
sorry."  She shook her head, causing her thick red mane to cascade across
her shoulders.

Eti had reached out and toyed with the flame-red ringlets.  "No, Kymmie, I
don't think you're being selfish.  You love him just as much as I do."

Lorne's gentle snoring brought Kymber to the here and now.  Silently, she
prayed that after all the times they'd made love, this would be the time
which would allow her to present the man she loved with the fruits of her
womb.  She remembered her frustration as month after month, her cycle would
start, signaling that her efforts had, so far, failed.  Eti and Kymber
planned this night of love, both women knowing that Kymber next cycle was
due to begin within the next couple of days.  Kymber drifted off to sleep,
her last thought being one of hope for the future.


Part III, Chapter Ten

"Hurry up, will you?", said Eti, going into Kymber's bathroom.  Kymber was
sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking sad as she held the tray of the
home test.  Immediately, Etienne's heart fell.  They had both been certain
Kymber had conceived, especially since Kymber was now a week late.

"Oh, babe," she said as she eased her bulky form next to Kymber.  "I'm
sorry.  This is two months in a row!"

Kymber looked up, locking her jade-hewed gaze onto Eti's.  The lovely
redhead broke into a wide smile.  "You may be sorry, but I'm not!" she said,
triumph clearly in her voice as she held up the results.  Bright blue. 
Pregnant.

"You tricked me!", Eti scolded, playfully punching Kymber in the arm.

Kymber stood, placing the test on the sink, turning to help Eti stand. 
"Come on, chubby, let's go tell him the good news!"

"Chubby?  Who are you calling chubby?" asked Etienne.  She knew that her
time was coming soon as she looked in the mirror as she passed.  Her breasts
were so full and heavy, as was her belly.  For months, she'd felt the baby
moving around inside her, not knowing if it was a boy or girl.  Dr. Edwards
had offered to tell her, of course, but she had declined, not really wanting
to know until she delivered.

So far, there were no signs of any abnormalities, something that had
concerned all three of them.  During one examination, Eti had aroused Dr.
Edwards' suspicions with her nervousness.

"Why are you so concerned?  I've told you that everything is going well,"
the woman had asked her.  Realizing her mistake, Eti had explained that the
baby's father was diabetic and she was naturally concerned if it was causing
any problems for the baby.  The doctor looked back at her skeptically but
said nothing.

Lorne had just come in.  Wearily, he tossed his jacket on the back of the
chair.  "Hi, everyone!" he called out.  Kymber was watching Eti descend the
staircase, making sure she didn't fall when she stopped abruptly, a look of
utter surprise crossing her features.

"Uh, oh."  Eti's voice was tight with pain.  "Something's happening!" 
Kymber and Lorne ran to her as she gingerly sat.  Another contraction hit
her, feeling like someone had taken her insides and twisted them.  "It's
time."

Kymber and Lorne looked at each other for a long moment, before erupting
into a flurry of activity.

"Kymber, go up and grab her bag - then call Dr. Edwards!" Lorne instructed
as he ran toward the garage.

"Right!  On my way!", she responded stepping carefully around Eti before
bolting up the stairs, returning with the overnight bag.

Eti was trying to stand.  "Oh, no, you don't!", cried Kymber, grabbing her
friend's arm and guiding her to the chair.  "Try to relax - and don't forget
to breathe!"  She dialed Dr. Edwards' number.  "Hello?  Yes.  Dr. Edwards
please; it's an emergency!"  As she waited for the doctor to come on line,
Kymber patted her foot impatiently.

"Hello, Dr. Edwards?  This is Kymber Levin, a friend of Etienne Williams. 
Huh?  Yes, she's having contractions. . . hold on."  She covered the
mouthpiece and asked Eti, "How far apart?"  Pain cut Eti's reply short as
another contraction wracked her body.  Gasping for breath, Eti held up five
fingers.

"About five minutes apart!" she said.  "Okay..., okay...,  right.  We're on
our way!"  Kymber was hanging up the phone as Lorne burst through the front
door.

"The car's out front!  What did the doctor say?"  Lorne was excited,
breathing hard.

"She'll meet us at the hospital," answered Kymber, all thoughts of telling
Lorne her news temporarily forgotten.  After retrieving Etienne's bag from
her room, they managed to get Eti into the car, having to stop every couple
of steps as another white-hot bolt of pain made its presence felt.  Finally,
they got underway for the hospital.  Kymber drove while Lorne tried to
comfort Eti.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried.  "It hurts so badly!"  Lorne was helpless, not
really knowing what to say.

"Hang in there, Peaches," looking out the windshield.  "Kymber will have us
there in a couple of minutes."

Etienne smiled weakly at her father and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Bravely, she said, "Hey, stop worrying.  You'll do just fine!"

That got a wry smile from Lorne.  "I'm proud of you and I love you very
much," he said.  He felt the car suddenly decelerate.  Looking up, he saw
that they were at the hospital; Kymber had already shut off the engine and
was heading for the entrance, waving frantically at someone wearing a white
coat.

As Lorne began the arduous task of helping Eti from the car, he could see
Kymber pointing in his direction and the white-coat's reaction, grabbing a
nearby wheelchair and running toward them.

"Help is on the way, Peaches," he said, stepping aside for the orderly.  A
pair of nurses had arrived with Kymber and immediately took charge of the
situation.  Placing a groaning Eti into the chair, the orderly and one nurse
hustled her off, while the remaining nurse sidled up to him.

"Are you the father?"  Taking him by the arm, the nurse continued.  "We have
to get some information while we get things ready."

Lorne nodded numbly, not noticing the warning look Kymber was giving him, as
the nurse guided him through the maze of curious onlookers.

Kymber followed, wanting to get to Lorne before he said something that would
get him into trouble, catching up with him as he sat at the nurse's station
answering questions.  She skidded to a halt just as the nurse was again
asking, "You're the father, right?"  Lorne's mouth opened to speak and
Kymber jabbed him in the back with a finger, her eyes flashing.  Confused,
Lorne looked at Kymber then back at the nurse, realization dawning on him.

"Well, I'm her father," he finally said, stressing the 'her' in his answer.
The nurse, not understanding what was going on, shrugged before returning to
filling out the form.

"Okay.  We can get the rest of this later; right now, we need to get you
scrubbed and into a gown."  As he was whisked away, Lorne looked back at
Kymber helplessly.


Part III, Chapter Eleven

Eti looked around the cold, sterile room, watching the busy, yet controlled
activity taking place around her.  She was tired with the effort of
breathing and dealing with the pain which stabbed at her with increased
frequency.

"Hi, there!  How are we doing?"  Eti turned her head slowly, looking up at
the masked face of Dr. Edwards.

"You're just a tad bit early, but that's okay.  Now, I want you to relax as
much as you can - we've got some work ahead of us."

Eti closed her eyes, feeling a little more confident knowing that the doctor
was there.  She grimaced, feeling unusually full.  Another intense pain
ripped through her, causing her breath to catch in her chest. 
Simultaneously, she was dimly aware of an incredible wet feeling that
suddenly appeared between her legs.

"Water's broken," a disembodied voice was saying.

Etienne was scared, feeling alone and helpless.  She could feel the tears
beginning to gather in her eyes when a strong hand took hers.  Blinking away
the blinding fluids, she looked up into her father's eyes.  Although the
mask hid his lower face, she could tell he was smiling.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"So far, so good."  Eti knew that she could really relax now - the man she
loved was with her.  "You look like a doctor."

Lorne laughed softly.  "I am a doctor, remember?"  Eti grinned sheepishly
despite the now constant contractions.  "That's okay - you've got enough to
worry about.  Just relax."  Lorne said as they motioned him to one side as
they continued to get Etienne ready.

"Oh, God!"  Eti screamed, the pain causing her to grip her father's hand
with an incredible strength, so tight Lorne winced with his own pain. 
Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Lorne heard Dr. Edwards' calm voice
announce to the room they were ready to begin.

"Okay, Etienne.  I know you want to push and I know it really hurts. 
However, you can't push yet, understand?"

Eti nodded.  A contraction, more intense pain, followed by a split second of
labored breathing...

*   *   *

Kymber paced the waiting room for what might be the millionth time. 
Glancing at the clock, she realized only twenty minutes had gone by since
their arrival.  Many things were running around in her mind, concern for Eti
being the foremost.  Then there was a spot reserved for Lorne, who was
probably at his wit's end - it had been a very long time since he had
attended a delivery.  Finally, she had to think, in a little over eight
months from now, she would be in Etienne's place.

A frown crossed her face as she thought for the first time if she could be
brave enough to endure the pain; most of all, she had her initial thoughts
about whether or not she really had what it took to be a mother.  Taking
another glance at the clock, she dismissed the negative thoughts, knowing
that Eti would need all the positive support she could get.


Part III, Chapter Twelve

Perspiration ran freely down Etienne's face as she fought against the pain
of childbirth.  Through the haze of agony draped over her, she was dimly
aware of the voice around her:  Her father offering words of encouragement
along with the maddening instructions to breathe - he should try breathing
under these conditions!  Also in the background was Dr. Edwards' voice,
sounding for all the worlds like a play-by-play announcer as she called out
Eti's progress to anyone who cared to listen.

"She's crowning," an unseen voice said as Eti struggled to catch her breath.
 She was so tired, so very tired.  For the last hundred years, she'd been
pushing and breathing, wishing that whatever was going to happen would hurry
up.

"Okay, Eti, Lorne - this is it!", came Dr. Edwards' calm voice.  "Give it
all you've got and...  PUSH!"

Taking what felt to be her last deep breath, she pushed, the effort
contorting her face.

"OH, DAMN!" she screamed as the baby's passing stretched her beyond anything
she'd ever experienced.  The curtain of darkness, once only hovering above
her, was beginning to fall upon her.

"Good!  Good!" exclaimed Dr. Edwards.  "The head is clear, here come the
shoulders...  That's it!"

Just on the verge of passing out, Eti was aware of a great feeling of
emptiness as she heard the first cries of her child - and another sound she
couldn't identify.  Opening her eyes, she tried to look around but found she
couldn't focus on anything.

"Clamp."  A sound of metal hitting rubber, following by a clicking sound. 
"Metzenbaum's."

Tears of exhaustion flowed freely from her as Dr. Edwards came into her
view.  "Congratulations, Eti!  It's a girl!", handing the blanket-wrapped
newborn into her arms.  Etienne looked into the tiny face as the tears
continued to fall.

"Dad, look!", she called.  "She's beautiful!"  Looking up and to her right
for her father, she saw that he wasn't there!  She felt a pang of
disappointment.  Surely, he couldn't have left!  Her voice was dry and
crackling as she asked the room in general, "Where's my father?"

A nurse came and took the baby from her.  "Oh, he'll be okay.  He just
fainted.  Men!"

Having removed the afterbirth and cleaned her up, they were rolling Eti to
the recovery room.  As the stretcher was passing through the door, Eti
caught a glance of her daughter being whisked away in a bassinet - and her
father sitting in a chair holding his head, while a green-garbed person
waved something under his nose.

*   *   *

Lorne had gotten over his initial worry and nervousness as he coached his
laboring daughter through the delivery.  The two of them had gotten into a
pattern:  When Eti had to push, Lorne would call out words of encouragement;
when she relaxed, he would talk her through her breathing.  Upon hearing the
announcement of the head appearing, he looked up at the mirror suspended
over the table - just in time to see the baby emerge, all red and covered
with goo.  Between the sight of his child being born and Eti's cry of pain,
it was too much for him.  The room suddenly tilted 90 degrees and he was
having one hell of a time trying to breathe.  Alarmed, he tried to stand...

And found himself looking up at a sea of green-masked faces.  "What
happened," he thought?  "Why am I lying on the floor?"  Confused, he allowed
himself to be helped off the floor and seated on a stool.  His head hurt and
he felt weird.  He was aware of a snapping sound, followed by an
eye-watering, breath-stopping smell as someone passed an ammonia capsule
under his nose.  Someone grabbed his hands as he tried to ward off the
hideous, acrid smell as his mind snapped back into focus.

"Dr. Williams?  How do you feel?"

Blinking back the ammonia-induced tears, he said, "I'm okay, I think." 
Experimentally, he took in a deep breath of the chilled air in the room,
noting how sweet it tasted.  "Yeah, I'm fine now.  Where's my daughter?"

Since he was okay, the nurse tossed the spent capsule into a trash bin. 
"Your daughter and granddaughter are both fine.  They're both in recovery. 
You can see them in about 20 minutes." His legs still a little wobbly, Lorne
headed into the scrub room, where a nurse helped him out of his sweat
stained gown, cap and mask.

*   *   *

"Kymber!"

At the sound of her name, Kymber looked up and saw Lorne crossing the room
toward her.  As he came closer, she could see that his face was ashen and he
was walking with a little difficulty.

"Are you all right?", she asked.

"Huh?  Oh, yeah, I'm okay."

Kymber bit back her impatience as Lorne eased himself next to her.  "Well?"

Lorne looked at her, giving her a tired smile.  "It's a girl.  Mother and
child are doing quite well.  They tell me we can see them in a little
while."

"Oh!  I'm so happy!"  As she reached over to hug Lorne, her nose wrinkled. 
"Ugh!  What's that smell?"

Lorne sniffed and replied, "Ammonia.  Seems like I fainted."  Kymber
suppressed a giggle.  "Come on, let's go see the new mommy!"


Part III, Chapter Thirteen

Etienne was sleeping when they entered the room.  Not wanting to disturb
her, they crossed to the large window that overlooked the nursery adjoining
the room.  Wrapped in lightweight - yet warm - pink blankets, the recently
born little girl dozed, her face alternating between tiny smiles and
frowning.

Lorne took note of the coal-black thatch of hair atop her delicate features,
bringing back memories of the first time he'd seen Etienne.  Kymber had been
peeking around him to look at her "baby sister," when she tapped Lorne on
the arm.

"Look," she said, pointing at a little card taped at the foot of the
bassinet.

Lorne blinked back a sudden rush of tears as he read the name scrawled on
the card:  'Eleanor Darien Williams'.  Apparently, Etienne had named the
baby before falling asleep - and had named her new daughter after her late
mother.  He swallowed hard, trying to displace the lump which had appeared
there.

Quietly, Kymber asked, "It was your wife's name, wasn't it?"  Lorne could
only nod as he wrapped an arm around her.  Lost in their own thoughts, they
stood silently.

A rustle caught Lorne's attention and he turned, finding Etienne awake and
yawning.  He went to her side, noting that she still looked tired and worn
and seeing a peaceful glow in her face.

"You've seen her?", she asked, stifling another yawn.  "I named her after
Mom - I hope you don't mind."  Lorne hugged her, feeling a tear trickle down
his cheek.

"She's beautiful and, no, I don't mind at all.  You did well and I'm so
proud of you."  Kymber joined father and daughter, taking her place in the
joyful embrace and planting a loving kiss on Eti's cheek.

"She's going to break some hearts, that's for sure," she said.  A playful
glint flashing in her eyes, she said "It's a good thing she doesn't look
like her father!", causing Lorne to shoot her a warning glance.

Extricating herself from their embrace, Eti stretched.  Now fully awake, she
turned to look at Kymber.  "Did you tell him?"

Kymber sat up, suddenly quiet as she looked at her hands.  "No."

"Why not?"

Avoiding Eti's intense stare, Kymber looked out the window at the lazily
floating clouds.  "Well, there were other important things to deal with, you
know."

During this exchange, Lorne looked from one woman to the other.  "Tell me
what?", he asked.  Exhausted from his ordeal in the delivery room and still
weak from having passed out, Lorne really wasn't in the mood for cryptic
conversation.

Eti gave Kymber a taste of her own medicine.  "You gonna tell him or should
I?", clearly enjoying her friend's discomfort.

Kymber knew when to give up.  She stood and walked around the bed to where
Lorne was sitting.  Taking his hand as she sat beside him, she locked her
green eyes on his chocolate-brown ones.  "Like Eti says, I have something to
tell you."

"What!?", he said, barely able to contain his frustration.

Kymber flinched at the sharp tone, but didn't take her eyes from his. 
"Well, it's just, um..." Her hesitancy made Lorne stand.

"Will someone tell me what's going on here," he exclaimed?

Eti was grinning from ear to ear.

"What's so funny?"

Gathering her courage, Kymber finally ended the mystery.  "You're gonna have
to go through this again," she blurted.

For a moment which seemed frozen in time, Lorne wore a blank look of not
understanding.  Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened slightly.
"Again?  You mean... ," Lorne sat in the chair next to the bed.

"Yep, I'm pregnant."  Kymber waited for something to happen.  She turned to
look at Etienne, who was drifting off to sleep again.  "I think he's..." she
began, but a loud thump interrupted her before she could finish, startling
Eti awake.

"What the hell?" they asked together, looking down at the prone form of
Lorne Williams.

"He fainted.  Again."  Etienne reached for the call button and pressed it. 
Kymber rolled her eyes.  "I guess he couldn't handle any more good news,"
she said, smiling.

As the nurse who'd arrived at Eti's summons attended to Lorne, Kymber looked
at Eti and said, "Things are going to get interesting around the house
now..."


Part III, Chapter Fourteen

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the next,
emptiness.  Ellie Williams experienced all these sensations as the hard
penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She held
her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding
mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.  Wet,
slurping sounds mingled with their breathing, adding their special arousal
factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Ellie sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely,
feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.  The man's
mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation
through her to be added to those already present.  The woman added her own
movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his,
causing him to grunt in appreciation.

She could feel him growing thicker, his strokes coming harder and faster and
she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her release claimed her,
flooding his tool with her sweet juices.  The man's face was drenched with a
sweat as his own orgasm caught up with him, growling low in his throat as
spurt after spurt of semen flowed into the warm dampness of her body.

Ellie could feel him soften just a bit as he continued to move against her
body, his strokes not as urgent now.  Breathing a sigh of contentment, she
wrapped her arms around his strong upper body, hugging him close as they
basked in the afterglow of sex.

"Ellie?  Devon?  Where are you?"

Another sigh, this one filled with a tinge of frustration.  "I guess we'd
better answer her, huh?", she asked her lover as he rolled from her.

"Yeah - you know how your mother gets when she thinks we're ignoring her." 
The man rose from the bed, giving Ellie a good look at his body.  She smiled
in appreciation at the firm buttocks that flowed into his strong legs.  As
he stepped into a pair of cutoff jeans, she got a glimpse of his manhood,
still semi-erect and glistening with their combined juices.

"Come on, El!" her half-brother Devon said.  "We'd better not keep her
waiting."

"Oh, all right," she said grumpily.  As she was getting dressed, Ellie heard
a knock on the door.

"Ellie, are you and Devon in there?"

"Yeah, Mom," she answered, tying the shirttails of her shirt into a loose
knot that left her trim stomach exposed.  "Come on in."

Etienne stepped through the doorway and took in the scene before her.  "I
hope I didn't interrupt anything," she said while taking note of the rumpled
bedding.  Ellie's embarrassed look told her she had.

Devon walked out of the small bathroom that connected his room with Ellie's.
 "Hi, Mom," he said.  He walked over to her and wrapped strong arms around
her while placing a wet kiss on her mouth.  Eti felt a surge of excitement
swiftly arc through her as his tongue flicked quickly into her mouth.

"What's up?"

Shaking off the warm feeling the embrace imparted to her, she straightened
her blouse before saying, "Your father and mother," nodding at Devon, "Will
be here shortly and I thought you'd like to welcome them home - with your
clothes on."

The two teenagers looked back at her with almost identical guilty looks. 
Ellie, fair-skinned like Etienne, cast hazel-colored eyes at her mother
while Devon, lighter than Ellie but darker than Kymber, looked around the
room, the unusual brown/green color of his eyes giving him a haunting look.
Both children bore characteristics from their shared father as suggested by
their high cheekbones.

Devon shook his head of reddish-brown hair.  "It's Ellie's fault," he said,
brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

"Me?," exclaimed his half-sister, turning her head so fast that her long
black hair wrapped itself around her mouth.  Removing the ebony strands from
her mouth, she said, "How did it get to be my fault?"

"You looked so good.  I just had to have you!"  Ellie rolled her eyes in
exasperation.

"Okay kids, play nice," Etienne said, cutting off any further "protests." 
She turned at the sound of the front door opening.  "They're here!  Okay,
let's go!"

As the trio descended the stairs, Lorne and Kymber were coming through the
door, their hands full of luggage.  Devon skipped around the two women to
help his parents.  "Here, let me get that, Dad," taking the larger of the
bags.  Once inside, the elder Williams gratefully plopped into his favorite
chair.  Kymber joined him, sitting on one arm of the chair while Eti
occupied the other.  As he wrapped an arm around each woman, he took stock
of his life right now.

At his right sat his daughter and mother of their daughter - Lorne had to
smile every time these thoughts entered his mind because you could go crazy
trying to keep straight.  At his left sat the mother of his only son and,
for the last year, his wife.  Sure, there was a major difference in their
ages; he was now 59 and Kymber 35 - but what did it matter when you loved
each other?

He had been hesitant about marrying Kymber - after all, they had been in
their current relationship for years without being married and it hadn't
affected their happiness, so he didn't see any reason to change things. 
Kymber had been just as happy.  Etienne, on the other hand, felt it
necessary, if for no other reason than to maintain a presence of moral
"rightness" to the outside world.

Lorne looked at his two children making themselves comfortable on the sofa.
Since being born, Ellie and Devon had known nothing but love.  Under the
careful guidance of the trio of parents, they quickly and easily accepted
the incestuous nature of their family life.

"Especially Ellie," Lorne thought to himself as he remembered Ellie's
surprising impatience in wanting to get her hands - and mouth - on her
brother.  Devon, on the other hand, was like most boys in his early years,
having a great disdain for the opposite sex.  As he remembered a particular
incident involving the siblings, he laughed out loud, drawing confused looks
from his assembled family.

"What's so funny?", asked Ellie, noting that her father happened to be
looking at her when he started laughing.

"Oh, nothing," he said.  "I was just thinking about the time you took
advantage of Devon."

The object of their discussion blushed as everyone else remembered that
historic moment.


Part III, Chapter Fifteen

Ellie had been feeling pretty uncomfortable the last couple of hours.  For
reasons she didn't understand, she was having a hard time concentrating on
her homework and an even harder time sitting still, both unusual for her. 
The answer to the simple math problem continued to evade her, increasing her
frustration.  Tossing her pencil aside, she crossed the room to look out of
her window.

As she contemplated the clouds in the late Saturday afternoon skies, she
heard a noise coming from the bathroom she shared with her brother. 
Grateful for the distraction, she went to the bathroom and stuck her head
through the door.

Her 13-year-old brother Devon was peeling off his dirt-covered jersey,
revealing his slim, muscular body.  Though she was older by nine months, you
couldn't tell by looking at him.  His involvement in sports, particularly
soccer, was doing a great job of toning and firming his body.

"Hi, Dev," she called out.  "How was the game?"

Devon tossed the jersey into the hamper and answered, "Not bad, El.  We lost
three to two, but it was a good game."

He began to pull off the equally dirty shorts and socks, stopping to start
the water running in the shower.  He turned and looked at his sister.  "What
have you been up to?", not in the least bit self-conscious about standing in
front of his sister clad only in an athletic supporter which, Ellie noted,
didn't do much to hide the impressive bulge of his still-developing
maleness.

"Not much, just trying to get my homework done."

"I know; I've still got mine to do," he said stepping into the shower.  They
talked while he showered, stopping only to hand him the shampoo, As she
passed the bottle through the slit in the curtain, she got a good look at
his body.  The sight of the rivulets of water flowing off his young frame
increased her discomfort by a factor of two.  She felt a heat building
inside her, accompanied by a spreading dampness between her shapely legs.

"So this is what it feels like to be horny!" she thought, remembering a
conversation she had with her mother and aunt.  Ellie was so caught up in
this revelation that she never heard the water shut off.

"El?"

The sound of his voice startled her.  "Huh?"

"I said, hand me a towel, will you?", he repeated, stepping from the shower.

Ellie couldn't take her eyes off his delicious-looking body.  Reaching
behind her, she grabbed a blue towel, embroidered with a stylized "W" - and
knocked over the container of shampoo, its contents dripping from the
dislodged cap.

Slightly annoyed, Devon took the towel from her.  "What's with you?  You're
suddenly very clumsy."

Ellie ignored the jibe and tried to focus her attention on cleaning up the
spilled liquid.  Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped up the thick,
pearly liquid.  Looking up to deposit the tissue in the wastebasket, she
noticed the sensual way Devon dried himself...

Ellie blinked.  Sensual?  Where did that come from?  The heat inside her had
reached inferno proportions.  She was also aware of her skin tingling and,
of course, the ever present wetness between her legs.

Devon finished drying himself and looked toward his sister, wondering if
something was wrong.  Normally graceful, she was having a hard time standing
up normally graceful, it seemed to him.  Shrugging, he placed the towel
around his neck and padded off into his room.  Forgetting his comb, he came
to an abrupt halt.

Ellie walked right into him!

"Hey!" he said, spinning around to face his sister.  About to ask what her
problem was, he stopped and took a closer look at his sibling.  Ellie was
staring at him, her eyes glazed.  To his untrained eyes, she looked feverish
- maybe she was sick or something?

"Did you want something, Sis?" he offered helpfully, not even realizing that
he'd just opened a door for her.

Ellie was dimly aware of his question, her eyes focused on the fleshy tube
of flesh which hung between his legs.  Absently, she licked her lips as the
strange new feelings invaded every pore of her being.  Somewhere deep
inside, a door opened; visions of untold pleasures tugged at her, their
siren song beckoning her to pass through.  Without a moment of hesitation,
she entered.

"Sis?"  Devon was really beginning to get worried.  He walked over to her
and placed his hands on her shoulders and saw she was shivering.  He gently
cupped her face in his hands and looked into her hazel eyes.  Although a
light sheen of perspiration covered her skin, she felt cool to his touch. 
Confused, he said, "I'd better call Mom - she'll know what to do!"

As he turned to pick up the phone, Ellie stopped him, grabbing his hands
with a grip that surprised him.  "Devon, you don't have to call anyone; I
think this is something you can take care of."

Startled by the suddenly sultry voice, he took a nervous step backwards as a
voice inside him told him that something was about to happen.  As he
retreated, he tripped over the cleated shoe he had discarded a few minutes
ago.  He fell.  Ellie, still holding his hand, fell with him and brother and
sister ended in a heap on the deep pile of the carpet.

Devon hit the floor hard; his sister's weight driving the air out of him as
she landed on top of him, the room spinning crazily as he tried to catch his
breath.  When opened his eyes, it surprised him to find himself nose-to-nose
with his sister, who was examining him closely.

"W-what are you... ?", he stammered as Ellie cut off his sentence, placing
her hot mouth on his.  His lips parted in surprise, allowing her tongue to
snake between them.  Devon was aware of the sounds of heaving breathing,
mixed with a scent he didn't recognize.

Just a little past forever, Ellie broke the kiss, her passion now coursing
through her unimpeded.  She sat astride him, grinding her hips against the
bulge of manhood to relieve the insistent itch between her legs.  She looked
into her brother's eyes and saw the mixed fear and excitement in them as she
slid her hands over his smooth chest.

Devon took that moment to collect his thoughts.  His own body tingled in
response to Ellie's touch, feeling the hard, hot shaft of flesh rubbing
against the rough material of Ellie's shorts.  He tried to sit up, only to
have Ellie push him back down.  As Ellie leaned forward, her breasts
pressing into him, he could feel the heat of her body.  Devon heard his hot
sister moan as she ran her tongue under his jaw line, pausing at the spot
just behind his left ear.

Although their father told him this time would come, nothing he had learned
prepared him for the intoxicating sensations he was feeling.

Ellie's kisses on his neck and ears were tentative; she knew what to do,
having learned from her mother and aunt, but knowing and doing is two
different things.  As her passion grew, she found it harder to concentrate
on those things the older women had shown, finally letting instinct take
over.  Her tongue left a wet trail down the right side of his neck until she
reached his nipple, which she teased by flicking her tongue over the
sensitive surface.  She felt her young brother shiver and it encouraged her.
 Breathing heavily, she kissed her way down his flat tummy until his
erection, bobbing wildly with every heartbeat, tapped her gently under her
chin.

"Ellie, no..." Devon's protests were weak.

"Shhh," she whispered, taking his cock gently in her hands.  Ellie examined
the beautifully shaped knob as it sat atop the moderately-thick shaft,
smiling when a large, clear drop of dew appeared at the tiny slit.  Slowly,
she extended her tongue and allowed the droplet slide onto it.

Devon felt paralyzed as he watched his sister's tongue disappear into her
mouth as she tasted him, her eyes closing.  His once-dormant passion was now
alive, growing with each passing second.

"Mmmmm," Ellie moaned before drawing her hand upwards along the silky smooth
staff.  Another drop appeared - and quickly disappeared as she lowered her
mouth onto him.  Too much too fast, she gagged for a moment and backed off
until just the head remained.  Ellie's tongue gained a mind of its own as it
swirled around the ridges of the darkening head.

Brightly colored lights exploded in Devon's head as his sister suckled him.
"Ah, ah," he moaned as Ellie's head bobbed over him.  His eyes flew open as
he became aware of a powerful sensation that seemed to originate from his
toes.  Dimly, he knew it was related to the feeling he'd experience when he
masturbated - but this was 100 times stronger.  A heartbeat - and the sun
exploded into a nova inside his head.

Ellie was in heaven, gobbling her brother's shaft with increasing
confidence, when she felt him stiffen and swell.  His body, which had been
thrashing wildly, went completely rigid.  She heard his breath catch sharply
- then Devon filled her mouth with a warm, sticky syrup.  Reflex made her
jerk her head back as the last spurts of his seed flowed from him,
collecting in a creamy pool.

Devon was drowning in an ocean of intense feelings.  He lifted his head in
time to see Ellie's tongue licking the last drops of goo from full lips.

"I... don't...  feel so good."  Devon was a jumble of conflicting nerve
impulses as he tried to speak.  His throat was horribly dry and there was
something wrong with his vision.  As he tried to collect himself, he saw
twin sisters removing their last piece of clothing.

As Ellie's bra joined the rest of her clothing, she noted that her baby
brother was still quite hard and moved to position her virgin pussy above
the instrument of her deflowering.  She shivered in anticipation,
remembering the warnings given to her by her mother.  "It will hurt at
first," a voice whispered, "but it will pass."  She grabbed the sperm-slick
shaft and rubbed it experimentally along her slit.  As the head passed
across her clit, a wondrous  sensation flowed through her, making her knees
buckle slightly.  Using her free hand to steady herself, Ellie rubbed the
knob of his cock over her clit again, relishing the chills the action sent
through her.

As his cock-head passed through the soft, dark strands of her pussy, the
sensation sent electric shocks through him, causing him to arch his back. 
Another pass and his hips left the floor on their own accord...

...and the knob of his sex disappeared inside Ellie, stopping at her
maidenhead.  Ellie felt weak at that initial contact.  Gathering her
courage, she took a deep breath and sat hard on her brother's cock.  A
white-hot bolt of exquisite pain exploded through her as her hymen tore,
followed by the soothing warmth as her brother's rod imbedded itself inside
her.

"Oh, God!", she cried as the warmth spread throughout her overheated flesh,
causing her nipples to get harder.

Devon felt the incredible tightness of his sister's sheath, knowing all the
lessons he learned were becoming real.  Between the oral loving and
rupturing Ellie's cherry, his cock was very sensitive - a little too
sensitive, he learned as the tingling feeling returned.  His sac tightened
in preparation to unload its precious cargo.

Ellie could feel his rod growing larger inside her and, rocking her backside
slightly, she felt his seed splash inside her, luxuriating in the hot
stickiness of it as it coated her.  She sighed in contentment; Ellie knowing
she could now recognize being horny and, just as important, what to do about
it!  She leaned forward and planted wet, loving kisses on Devon's lips.

"You okay?" she asked, with genuine concern.  Devon nodded, still feeling
the mind-numbing after effects of orgasm.

"Well, now!  What do we have here?"

Still joined and leaking steamy juices, brother and sister turned toward the
new voice - and found their parents standing just inside the room with looks
of amusement and love on their collective faces.

Lorne looked at the two young lovers before turning his attention to Eti and
Kymber.  "Looks like someone couldn't wait until we had our little talk this
evening, eh?"

Ellie climbed off Devon's prone form, his member exiting her with an obscene
sucking sound before coming to rest against his stomach.  Surprisingly,
there wasn't a trace of the blood her mother told her might be present.  She
reached down, offering Devon her hand and helped him stand before crossing
to the still-smiling adults.

"How long were you standing there?", she asked.

Eti looked at her daughter and found it hard to hide the smile threatening
to take over her features.  "Long enough," she said.

"We saw everything after he spilled into your mouth," added Kymber.
"Impressive."

Devon came out of the bathroom after cleansing himself of the fruits of
their love.  "I suppose you were going to tell us not to, ah, explore the
possibilities with each other."

"On the contrary, son," responded Lorne.  "We were going to ask why you
hadn't and remind you there's no shame in expressing your love for each
other in this manner."  He chuckled.  "But it looks like you figured that
one out already!"

Ellie returned from cleaning up just in time to hear her father's last
words.  "So, it really is okay?", she asked hopefully.

Kymber took up the question.  "Sure it is honey!  In fact, since you've
gotten this far, things will be much better!"

Parents and children stood looking at each other before coming together for
a big, love-filled hug.


Part III, Chapter Sixteen

Devon stretched out across the bed, lost in thought.  He pondered how his
life had changed, especially since coming to terms with the incestuous
relationship he shared with the rest of his family.

Not that he thought there was anything wrong with the way they were living,
mind you.  Compared to the way some of his friends at school lived, he had
it made.  His parents were understanding, supportive and loving.  Sure, they
had their moments - what family with teenagers didn't?  However, he had
learned the love they shared with each other made those situations far and
few between.

Devon thought about his relationship with Ellie, whom he saw as more than
just his sister - they'd always been friends and were energetic lovers.  A
smile spread across his face as he thought about all the times they had made
love.

He more than understood the relationship between Lorne, Kymber and Etienne;
again, he saw nothing wrong with the situation, being taught that love is
love.  Nodding to himself, he remembered his aunt telling him it made sense:
 those people closest to them should love people as completely as possible -
and that it shouldn't have limitations placed on it.

There was something on his mind, though.  For the last year or so, he had
been dying to put all the theories he'd learned over the years to the test.
Not being as outgoing as his sister, Devon often balked at approaching his
mother and/or aunt and asking to make love with them - and it wasn't because
they would reject him.

What concerned the young man was his feeling of not being equal to the task
when it came down to making love with the older women.  He frowned, knowing
that it didn't matter if he were good or not; just being able to show his
love for them was proof enough.  "What am I afraid of?" he asked himself. 
"Man.  You couldn't have it any better than this!"

Thinking that perhaps he should ask Ellie's advice on this one, he crossed
the room to their shared bathroom.  Since he didn't want to be disturbed,
the door on his side was closed.  Opening the door, he stepped through the
threshold.

Still lost in thought, he entered Ellie's room.  Upon hearing a giggle he
looked up, stopping dead in his tracks, discovering Ellie wasn't alone.

"Mmmm," moaned the sexy voice that belonged to Ellie.  "Harder, do it
harder!"

Devon's eyes looked toward his sister and saw the dreamy look in her eyes as
her tongue moved sensuously across her lips.  One hand was busy kneading a
bare breast, while the other was entangled in a thatch of familiar red hair.
 He stood transfixed as his mother, positioned between Ellie's upraised
legs, slowly lapped at the younger woman's pussy.

Not wanting to intrude, he turned to leave - and stopped.  He returned his
gaze to the scene before him, noting how inviting Kymber's upturned bottom
looked.  With her legs spread slightly, he could see the folds of her
femininity, the flame red hairs obviously damp with moisture.  Devon's cock,
which had been stirring since first entering the room, was now at full
attention, throbbing against his body.

Devon's heart froze in his chest as Ellie opened one hazel eye and spotted
him.  She smiled at him and, upon freeing a hand from her aunt's auburn
tresses, pointed at the upturned globes of his mother's ass.  Then she
placed a finger against her lips, the sign he should be quiet.

Now completely thawed, Dev's heart began pounding in his chest - talk about
getting what you asked for!  He removed his shirt, feeling his nipples
harden in the air-conditioned room.  Next, he stepped from the restricting
material of his shorts, his manhood springing free.  Ellie moaned at the
sight while giving him the 'OK' sign before pointing toward the juicy
offering.

Her back turned to the approaching youth, Kymber was unaware of what was
about to happen, completely focused on Ellie's clitoris and inner labia, on
which she lavished wet kisses.  She loved the musky, salty taste of her
young niece as flicked her tongue hard against the sensitive bud of her
clit.  The heat of her own sex was intense, needing some attention and she
arched her back and spread her legs wider, causing her enticing bottom to
raise higher, exposing more of her juicy interior.

Kymber was concentrating hard on keeping up with the youngster's squirming
bottom as a spray of love juices splashed onto her tongue, never realizing
things were about to get much more interesting!

The redheaded beauty gasped as she felt a moist tongue penetrate her sex,
plunging easily into her well-lubricated slit.  Startled, she instinctively
tried to rise - only to be held in place by Ellie who had timed Devon's
approach - trapping Kymber's head between her silky thighs.

As Devon's tongue explored his mother's pink sheath, he savored the
surprisingly sweet taste of her flesh, sucking on the delicate inner lips. 
Using his hands to spread Kymber's buttocks, he exposed more of the
flame-encased oyster of her pussy, sliding his tongue from the quivering
entrance to the tip of her blood-engorged clit and back.  He repeated the
stroke and was encouraged to feel his mother wiggle her lovely bottom
against his face.

With a lusty moan, he captured her clit and sucked as if his life depended
on it.  Kymber thrashed against the onslaught, her face smashing into
Ellie's mound - which caused the young woman to fall into another orgasm,
coating Kymber's face with woman stuff.

Exhausted, Ellie managed to slide from under the groaning adult.  Kymber
tried again to escape, but Ellie grabbed her arms and held them.  Despite
this, the feverish redhead managed to twist slightly, making Devon lose his
grip on her clit.  With a grunt, he took her legs and crossed them.  With a
gentle tug, he caused his mother to turn over onto her back.

Ellie, seeing the maneuver, released Kymber's arms just long enough for the
woman to be turned before taking possession of them again.  "Do her," she
hissed.  "Love her till she can't stand any more!"  Without releasing her
grip, she positioned herself so that she could take advantage of their
"prisoner," sucking a hard nipple into her mouth.

The many sensations assaulted Kymber.  While Ellie trapped her hands, Devon
held her legs open with his strong hands, and Ellie lay across her sweating
body, sucking and licking her breasts and nipples.  She didn't know who was
between her legs, destroying her sanity.  An orgasm sneaked up on her,
adding its ferocious effects to the others, sending her crashing into the
wave.  In rapid succession, she experienced two more orgasms, each stronger
that the other.

"Oh, God," she hissed.  "More!  More!"

Devon was beyond hearing, beyond understanding.  His lust was in total
control, driving him to eat at her flesh.  His tongue flicked down to the
tight buttonhole of her ass.  As he flicked it across the wrinkled surface
of her backdoor, he used the tip of his nose to keep her on the edge.  Devon
teased his sexy mother for a few moments more, unable to deny his own
release any longer.

Kymber was lost in the throes of passion when she felt the tongue withdraw.
The ripping sensation of a hard, thick penis penetrating her dripping folds
quickly replaced any disappointment she felt.  As the invading cock embedded
itself into her, she immediately knew the identity of her 'assailant'. 
Opening her eyes, she looked backwards into Devon's face.  Pleasure filled
it with lust and contorted with exertion as he plunged into her with deep,
fast strokes.

"Devon, honey," she panted.  "Slowly!"

"Don't listen to her, Dev," laughed Ellie.  "Give it to her good!"

Devon lifted his mother's legs higher, settling into a good rhythm, rocking
her body with each savage thrust.

"Yes!  That's it, baby brother!" shouted a gleeful Ellie as she fingered
herself.  "Do her!  Do her!"

Kymber shook under the sexual onslaught as her son drove into her.  A part
of her mind calmly noticed his cock was just as thick as his father's, if
not as long.  However, Devon had the advantage of being years younger.  What
he lacked in experience, Devon made up with enthusiasm.  Kymber shoved the
moment of introspection into a mental corner, having it replaced with the
beginnings of an orgasmic wave front.  The wave crested and slammed into
her, coruscating along her nervous system, spreading like a wildfire.

Devon felt his mother's sheath contract around him as she burned in the
climatic fires he'd generated in her.  He wallowed in the luxurious feel of
her body and knew that his love for her was now complete and fulfilling. 
Devon had been doing all he could to hold back his own orgasm, wanting the
moment to go on forever.  His relative lack of experience, combine with the
almost indescribable feel of being deep inside his own mother, was enough to
send him over the edge.  Hot blood filled and stretched his cock, making a
snug seal against the velvety walls of Kymber's vagina as he spilled into
her.

"Aaaahhh!"  Devon's body shook with the effort of filling his mother with
love.

Kymber felt the first spurts splash hot against the entrance of her womb. 
"Oh, yes!  YES!  Fill me, Devon!  Fill me with your love, baby!"

Devon collapsed onto the hot softness of his mother's body as the final
spurts of semen flowed into her.  Kymber wrapped her arms around her son and
kissed him.  Ellie joined the spent lovers.

"Wow, Dev," she said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.  "That was really
something!"  Weakly, Devon smiled at Ellie.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," he began.  "But, Mom, when I saw you and El
like that, I just had to jump in!"

Running her fingers through his damp hair, Kymber returned his smile. 
"That's okay, hon.  It was about time you and I got together!"

Kymber lay between Devon and Ellie, feeling the love flowing between them. 
Not only did she feel closer to them physically but, like Devon, she felt
complete emotionally.  As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what would
happen if the whole family joined the party...


Part III, Chapter Seventeen

"What are you thinking about, Dad?"

Lorne looked up at Etienne's voice as she curled up next to him on the sofa.
 "Oh, hi, Peaches."  He shifted his position, allowing Eti to put her head
in his lap.  "I wasn't thinking about anything really important.  I was just
wondering where the family is going."

Eti looked up at him.  "Going?  I don't understand."

Lorne ran a finger gently along the ridge of Etienne's nose.  "Our future. 
Where do we go from here?"

Eti was thoughtful.  "We've known love and togetherness for years now.  The
children couldn't be any more happy.  I'm happy and so are you and Kymber. 
What more can there be?"

Lorne nodded in agreement.  "That's just what I was wondering myself."  He
looked out the large plate glass window, watching as Ellie and Devon played
in the pool.  Glancing a bit to his right, Kymber was sunning herself, her
red hair standing out against the deep tan on which she'd been working. 
Even from where he sat, Lorne could see the strands of silver which were
beginning to appear.

"We've done all right for ourselves, haven't we?"

Eti opened one eye at his question.  "We have, indeed."  Turning to face
him, she asked, "Dad, what are you worried about?"

"Devon and Eleanor.  What effect has our lifestyle had on them?"

"I've never seen a brother and sister so close.  They're lovers and, more
important, they're great friends."

"This is true," Lorne allowed.

"So, what's the problem?"

"Well, they're growing up.  Soon, they will have to think about finding
their own paths."

"Ah, I see.  You're wondering if they'll keep up the family tradition'!"

"Yes!  That's it!"

"Dad, if you know that the children will have to find their own way in life,
then you also know it will be their choice."

Of course, Lorne was all too aware of this.  "We've learned if you're going
to love one another, there should be no barriers.  We've eliminated guilt
from their lives.  No, misconceptions, no lies - just love."

"Don't you think they know that?"  Etienne looked at the scene taking place
in the yard.  Stretched out on a chaise, Ellie was applying sun screen to
Devon's back as he talked to his mother.  She waved to Devon to get his
attention.  When he looked up, she pointed at Kymber.  Devon reached over
and tapped his mother on the leg and pointed toward the house.  Kymber
followed his finger and Eti waved for her to come in.

"What's up?" she asked as she closed the sliding door.

"Somebody's worried about the kids," Eti replied, jerking a thumb in Lorne's
direction.

"Again?  Honey, I though we talked about this last night?"

Etienne looked at her father, surprised.  "You did?"  Lorne's only answer
was a shrug.

Eti got up and went to the patio door.  "Dev?  El?  Would you please come in
for a moment?"

The two teenagers exchanged glances.  "Sure, Mom," answered Ellie.  Once
inside, Eti gestured for them to join the adults in the family room.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Devon.

Without preamble, Eti said "Your father is concerned about your futures." 
Ellie and Devon both looked at Lorne, who just threw up his hands.

"This isn't a big deal!" he protested.  "I was just thinking!"

"So, what is he worried about?"

Eti brought the siblings up to speed with Kymber filling in the blanks. 
Brother and sister sat thinking for a long moment before speaking.  Devon
let Ellie speak first.

"I can understand why you're worried, Dad.  I think I speak for both of us
when I say we won't forget the lessons you've taught us."

Devon nodded.  "If all we've ever learned was how important love is in a
family, would it be wrong of us not to pass along this knowledge?"

"In order for you to share your knowledge, you have to have someone to share
it with!  You two spend more time with each other than you do with anyone
else!"  Lorne felt a bit exasperated.  Eti placed a hand on his shoulder
tenderly.

"True," answered Devon.  "Ellie and I love each other!  Why does that
surprise you?"

Ellie took up the challenge.  "Isn't this what you and Mom and Kymber has
been telling us all these years?  For us to love each other?"

Kymber spoke.  "That much is true; I guess your father didn't figure on you
two choosing not to have boyfriends and girlfriends."

Devon laughed and reached over to hug his sister.  "Mom, there isn't anyone
else I'd rather be with than El.  We understand each other, especially when
one of us isn't feeling well."

Ellie returned the hug with equal affection.  "As a lover, no one
understands my needs better than Dev.  Oh, and you, Dad."

Lorne waved off the explanation.  "I knew what you meant, dear.  I just
wanted to be sure you were still happy with things, that's all."

Kymber stood and stretched.  "Well, we've settled this.  Now, how about we
get changed and go out to dinner?  My treat!"

As everyone got up, Devon and Ellie pulled Etienne over to one side.  Lorne
noticed they were excited about something, although he couldn't hear the
whispered conversation.  As he locked the patio door, he heard Eti say,
"Really?  Hey, Kymmie - you gotta hear this!"  Lorne returned to the family
room in time to see Ellie hand something to Kymber.  Kymber stared at the
object in her hand before looking at Devon and Ellie in turn.

"Come on, break it up!" Lorne said while clapping his hands.  "Go get
changed and let's eat - I'm starving!"

"Be ready in a minute, Dad."  Devon turned and ascended the staircase, with
Ellie right behind him playfully grabbing at his backside.

Kymber handed him the object and headed for the stairs.  "What's this?" he
asked.  Eti made a beeline for the front door.

 From the top of the stairs, Kymber said, "Ellie's pregnancy test results."

Lorne felt a peculiar chill flow through him as he turned the bit of plastic
over.  Bright blue.

Out of sight in the upper hallway, Ellie looked at Kymber.  "Do you think he
looked at it?"  The trio heard a muffled thump.  Kymber peered down the
stairs and spotted the prone form of her husband.

"Yeah, he saw it all right!"  She turned to her son.  "Congratulations,
Dev."


ETIENNE:  LEARNING TO LOVE

Part IV, Chapter One

Devon Williams paced the room like a caged animal, deep in thought, waiting
for his parents to return from their outing.  He stopped and looked out the
window as if searching for the answer to some unknown question before
continuing his frenetic motion.

His sister, Ellie, watched from her place on the sofa, her hands absently
rubbing the round swelling in her abdomen.  "I don't know what you're
worried about," she said.  "Dad is reasonable and he shouldn't find your
proposal unusual."

Devon stopped his pacing to look at his pregnant sister, feeling first the
love he had for her before experiencing a moment of frustration.  "Yeah, I
know.  I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to approach it with him."

Ellie's eyes rolled heavenward as she shook her head.  "Just tell him what's
on your mind, silly!  That's the easiest way to go about it."

"Hah!  Easy for you to say."  The young man continued pacing the room.

Ellie continued to watch her brother and father of her child prowl the room
for a few more minutes before getting up to intercept him, grunting with the
effort.  At seven months, moving around had taken on a different meaning. 
As she stood, the baby shifted position and spent a few queasy moments
getting comfortable.  She caught up to him and took his hand.

"Dev?"

"Ellie?"

"I can think of something you can do more productively than walking a hole
in the carpet."

Smiling, Devon said, "I'm sure you can!  What's on your horny mind this
time?"

Returning his smile with one of her own, Ellie placed his hand on her
breast, filled with milk for their unborn child.  "What's on my mind is
lust, my dear brother.  I'm not one to complain, but you've been shirking
your duties here lately."

Devon looked into Ellie's expectant face then looked down at her stomach. 
Ellie followed his glance.

"Oh, don't let that stop you!  I suppose you're thinking loving me will harm
the little one?"  Devon nodded.

"Well, don't.  He or she is quite safe, more than I can say for you."  Ellie
reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock stirring.  Before he
could utter a word in protest, Ellie covered his mouth with hers, forcing
her tongue into his mouth.  Reflex took over as Devon responded to the kiss,
returning it with equal passion.

"Wanna go upstairs?" he asked as their lips parted.

"No.  Take me right here, right now!"  Ellie began unfastening his pants as
Devon nibbled at her neck and ears.  "Ooh, now you're getting the right
idea!"

Devon grunted a reply as he stepped out of his pants, nearly losing his
balance as Ellie tugged at his briefs, finally freeing his swelling member.
Ellie stepped back from their embrace and removed her own constricting
clothing as Devon removed his T-shirt, adding it to the pile at their feet.

Gingerly, Ellie knelt before Devon and ran her tongue along the underside of
his shaft, making her brother sway slightly.  "Mm, tasty," she cooed as she
took him into her mouth and sucked gently on the tip.  Filling both hands
with his firm buttocks, she tongued the crown with quick, teasing movements,
losing herself in the pleasure.

Devon rocked slightly as Ellie filled her mouth with more of his rigid
shaft, his knees buckling as the pleasure intensified.  Her mouth as warm
and moist against him as she licked his sac, sucking each testicle gently
into her mouth and covering them generously with saliva.  "I could just eat
you alive," she said, looking up at his ecstasy-filled face while stroking
him with her hand.

Devon knelt in front of her and kissed her deeply, relishing his salty taste
on her lips before lowering his head to a swollen nipple.  His tongue teased
the erect flesh, drawing lazy circles around the darkened areola while his
hand cupped the fleshy pendant of breast.  Capturing the nipple, he sucked
hard, greedily slurping down his reward of warm milk.

"Ow!  Not so hard!" Ellie protested.  She cradled his head and held him
close as he suckled her, feeling strangely content and more excited.

"Sorry," he whispered.  "It just tastes so damn good."  He repeated his
attack on her other nipple, lest it started to feel neglected.  The warm
milk splashing into his mouth heightened his arousal while reminding him of
the time he spent at his mother's breast.  With his thirst slaked, he eased
his sister onto her back, now in search of something more potent to partake
of.

Ellie spread her legs - not an easy task - to allow her brother access to
her damp center, catching the musky, heady scent of her sex.  As Devon mouth
met her swollen labia, she couldn't keep from thinking of the thrills he was
about to give her.  If Devon had one strong suit, other than his incredible
stamina, it was his ability to knock her senseless with his mouth and tongue
on her pussy.  He just seemed to know every nook and cranny and every
ultra-sensitive spot.  She shuddered, feeling the rasp of his tongue against
her inner lips, probing her defenses momentarily before stiffening and
plunging into her inner folds.

Devon placed his hands under Ellie, lifting her to his mouth.  As his tongue
penetrated her, he could feel the slick juices smearing themselves against
his face.  He probed her deeply and slowly, enjoying the sensory show of
taste, feel, and smell.  Hot and pungent, he tasted her sex, feeling the
tremors which ran against his invading tongue.

Ellie experienced a moment of disappointment as his tongue exited her
sheath, but not for long.  She inhaled sharply as he sucked her clitoris
into his eager mouth.  "Oh, baby!  Yes!  Ooh, I just love it!"  Ellie moved
against him as he lapped her juices, knowing he wouldn't stop until...

The orgasmic tide swept over her without the usual warnings.  One moment she
was warm and content, working her heated love furiously to keep up with his
blistering pace.  The next moment found her suddenly caught in an explosion
of ecstatic bliss.  Ellie squirted jet after jet of tangy fluid into his
mouth as she thrust savagely against his face.

Devon bore the orgasmic onslaught as he fought to keep up with the stinging
jets of love juices, now spilling from his mouth and flowing down his
already slick chin.  Giving his sister a few more licks for good measure, he
rose and turned the helpless woman onto her knees.  Before using his own
knees as a wedge to spread her, Devon reached over and grabbed a handful of
discarded clothing and placed them under her swollen belly.  That done, he
impaled her onto his turgid shaft with one long, slow, careful thrust. 
Feeling Ellie's puffy inner sheath close around his prick, he sighed.  "Oh,
this feels so good."

Ellie could only respond with a moan as her brother penetrated her deeply,
adding to the full feeling already present.  With her head propped on her
arms, she gave in to his urgent thrusts, each rocking her.  She loved the
way he spread her sex wide, loved the feel of the ridges of veins which ran
along the moderately thick shaft of his penis.  Ellie felt the knob of his
cock bump against her womb carefully.  It wasn't painful - Devon knew better
than to allow himself to get carried away.  It only served to remind her
that his pleasure was hers - and oh, how he was pleasing her!

Devon could feel his cock growing larger inside Ellie, knowing it wouldn't
be long before he released his own love into her.  "Oh, shit," he exclaimed,
his eyes growing wide with wonder as he ejaculated, pumping his white
stickiness into her steamy center.  The initial shock wave slammed into him
as his hips ground into her.

"Umm, that's right my love.  I want it all!"  Ellie felt him flooding her
with his love and flexed her inner muscles to milk out every drop. 
Exhausted, Devon withdrew from Ellie's fleshy prison, feeling the
pain/pleasure as her walls scraped along the now-tender shaft of his
maleness.  He helped his sister turn onto her side before sitting next to
her.

"You know, Sis, you were right.  That was much more fun than pacing and
worrying."

"Worrying about what?" came a new voice.  As Ellie propped herself on one
elbow, Devon turned toward the sound.

Seated on the sofa, Lorne looked at his children, barely able to hide his
amusement.  Seated at either side of him, Etienne and Kymber had matched
looks of happiness.  Devon stood and crossed the short distance between his
other family members.

"Dad, Mom.  Aunt Eti.  It's good to have you home."

Bending to kiss his mother and aunt,  both women could savor the taste of
lust still on his lips.  He knelt before his father, acknowledging him with
a solemn nod of his head.  After a moment, Ellie joined him.

Lorne felt strangely king-like at this display of fealty; his queens' at his
side while the prince and princess supplicated themselves before him.  "I
trust all is well," he said, shaking off the odd feeling.  "At least, it
looked like everything is still working."

Both offspring blushed.  "As usual, it was Ellie's fault," Devon responded.

Ellie took the bait.  "It's always my fault!  I can't help it if he's good
at what he does!"

Eti and Kymber looked at each other, their smiles widening.  "They do look
quite good together, don't they?" quipped Kymber.

"They do seem to, ah, fit each other perfectly," added Etienne.

Lorne laughed.  "They do at that!"  He playfully tapped Devon on the jaw. 
"A chip off the old block, I think."

Both Ellie and Devon basked in the love their parents had for them.  Ellie
poked Devon with an elbow.  "Now is a good time."

"It is not!", Devon protested.  "It can wait.  They just got in."

Lorne looked from one to the other.  "What is it a good time for and why can
it wait?  You know the rules, kids; if there's something that has to be
discussed, there's no time like now to do it."

When Devon hesitated, Ellie poked him harder.  Devon winced.  "Okay, okay! 
Stop poking me!"

"Dad, I need to talk to you about something."  Looking at his sister, aunt
and mother, he added, "Alone, if possible."

"We've never had any secrets between us, son," Lorne said with a small
frown.

"Oh, I don't have anything to hide, but, shit, it's sort of a 'guy' thing."

Kymber and Etienne stood, going over to Ellie to help her stand.  "Okay,
guys, we can take a hint.  Come on, El, let's get this mess cleaned up and
go do our 'woman' thing and leave the men-folk to their business!"

Both men looked at the departing women, shaking their heads in unison.  "I
don't know about them sometime," remarked Devon.

"Me either," added his father.  Looking back at his son, he asked, "Would
you like to talk here or somewhere else?"

Devon looked around the room before saying, "Can we talk in your study?"

"Sure.  You wanna put something on?"

"No.  Besides, they took my clothes with them."

Shrugging, Lorne rose and led his son to the study.  As they entered the
room, Devon took a moment to examine the added-on room's furnishings, noting
how they reflected his father's tastes.  Lorne motioned to the small sofa
and they sat.

"So!  What's on your mind, son?"

Devon thought for a moment before answering.  "You know I have nothing but
love and respect for you, right?"

Lorne nodded in agreement, but didn't rush the younger man.

"Then you also know I fully support the way we live our lives together." 
Another nod.

"In that case, would you mind answering a question for me?"

"Not at all," Lorne answered, wondering where this conversation was headed.

"You've said we should - and could - openly show our love for each other. 
There's no bad feeling between us if I'm making love to Mom or Etienne or
even El."

"This is true.  What's your question?"

Devon shifted nervously against the leather-covered mini-sofa.  "My question
is, well, why haven't you and I done the same for each other?"

Startled, Lorne's mouth opened as if to answer, only to be cut off by
Devon's upraised hand.

"I've wanted to make love with you for a very long time and I was wondering
if there was some reason we haven't."

Lorne sat in stunned silence, his head swimming.  The question hit him like
a ton of bricks, leaving him with a numb feeling.  "I... I never thought. .
."

Devon cast an apologetic look in Lorne's direction.  "Dad, don't let it
bother you too much; there was no way for you to know.  I've been debating
it for a long time and, finally, I've gotten around to asking."

He swallowed before adding, "I don't expect anything to come of this, but I
had to ask."

Finished, Devon sat back and enjoyed the feeling of relief washing over him.
 In posing the question to his sire, a great weight had been lifted from
him.

Lorne looked at his son, taking note of the calm etched on his face, wishing
he felt what Devon was feeling.  Finally, he found his voice.

"Son, I have to be honest with you.  It never crossed my mind.  We've always
said things should happen on their own and, damn, up till now, it's never
happened."

"Doesn't mean I never wanted it to happen."

"True enough.  Clearly, you have me at a disadvantage."

"I know; I should have made my feelings known before now and I accept
responsibility for not doing so."

"Dev, it's not about  accepting responsibility!  It's about being happy with
each other!  To tell the truth, I'm flattered to know you have these
feelings for me."

Devon visibly relaxed and looked into his father's eyes.  In them, he saw
nothing but love and honesty.  "Can I offer more explanation?"

"Please," Lorne urged, now becoming intrigued.

"Remember, oh, a few weeks ago, when you and Mom were in the pool?  Well, I
was in my room listening to music when I saw you two going at it."

Lorne felt a flush of excitement as he recalled the day.  He had taken
Kymber right there in the pool, the sun-warmed waters adding myriad
sensations to a particularly lust-filled moment.

Since he remembered, Devon continued.  "When you climbed out of the pool, I
got a good look at you and knew I had to have you."  A small chuckle,
followed by, "Seeing you naked and still a little hard got me really
excited, so much I had to, ahem, take matters into my own hand."

"When Mom got out and started sucking you, I was wondering what it would
feel like to have you in my mouth."  Devon's voice took on a dreamlike
quality.  "Years of frustration came to the front as she did you and I
watched, doing myself.  I was so hot watching you two together - you guys
always did excite me - and I decided to say something about it."

It did not surprise Lorne to know Devon watched them while they made love. 
Wasn't the first time nor likely to be the last.  He was surprised, however,
to learn he was the object of Devon's love.

"Still, Dad, you gotta know I haven't given up on Mom and the others.  I
might be hornier than the average son, but I'm not crazy!"

Lorne felt a strange combination of excitement, pride, and embarrassment. 
His mind flashed back to the night of the party and he remembered feeling
Geoff's steely member invading his then-virgin backside.  In retrospect, he
supposed it wasn't all that bad, but alcohol and lust always produced some
interesting results.

Looking back at his naked son, he had to notice the younger man's cock
resting in the crease created by the joining of thigh and abdomen, covered
by the dried secretions left behind from his romp with Ellie.

"Son, I don't know what to say," he finally said.  "I more than appreciate
your interest and I have to admit it could be interesting."

Devon relaxed, his fear of being rejected passing over him.  "I'm glad you
understand, Dad.  Like I said, you've taught us to love each other without
exception and, well, I feel our time has come."

Lorne took a deep breath and knew the truth of Devon's words.  "Yes, you're
quite right.  As a family, we have to experience love totally or not at
all."  In his mind, a switch tripped over, completing a connection and he
knew what he had to do.  Reaching across the short distance between them,
Lorne took Devon's hand.  "Stand up."

Devon rose and Lorne guided him until the younger man faced him.  As Lorne
drew his son closer, he felt a tingle of excitement at crossing another
checkpoint in his life.  His eyes took in the sight of Devon's maleness,
watching it stir as it filled with blood.  Without a second thought, he took
the rounded knob of Devon's cock between his lips.

In truth, Lorne had never done this before and the tactile sensations at
this first contact assaulted his senses.  Tangy with dried juices and silky
smooth despite the rapid hardening taking place, Lorne took more of his
son's flesh into his mouth, twirling his tongue along the shaft.

Devon sighed as more of his cock disappeared into his father's mouth.  It
felt so right, so complete.  He reached down and gently caressed his
father's face, feeling the bulge in his cheeks.

Lorne experienced a moment of panic as the swollen head of Devon's shaft
made its way into his throat, causing him to gag.  He backed off and the
choking feeling vanished, allowing him to lavish much needed attention to
the bulbous head and thick shaft.  He sucked noisily, getting into the
passion of the moment.  Withdrawing until only the head remained, Lorne
sucked hard on the spongy flesh and ran his tongue along the underside of
the crown.

Devon shuddered and his knees buckled slightly.  He felt strong hands on his
buttocks supporting him.  His cock was still a bit tender; the pain and
pleasure changing places from one moment to the next.  This was everything
he had ever hoped for...

Lost in the new sensations, Lorne grew bolder, taking Devon's pulsing member
deep into his throat.  He ignored his gag reflex as his nose nestled against
the curly pubic hairs of Devon's pelvis.  His hands gently massaged the
tight sac of the younger man's testes and he wondered why he'd never done
this before!  His own cock strained against his body as he repeated the
motion, savoring the delicious feel which pleased something deep inside him.


It wasn't long before Devon's shaft grew thicker, the ripples running along
the shaft signaling his impending release of sperm.  "Oh, Dad, yes.  I'm
gonna do it!  I'm gonna..."

Lorne wisely withdrew back to the head of Devon's cock as the first spurts
of cream flowed into his mouth.  Devon's body convulsed as he pumped love
into his mouth, thick and hot.  The salty taste surprised him - but he drank
from Devon's fountain just the same until Lorne consumed the last drop.

Lorne sat back, breathing hard, his mind was a swirling mass of emotions. 
"Wow," he thought.  "That was really something!"  Devon was down on one knee
trying to shake the fuzzy feeling from his head left by his orgasm.  Lorne
smiled as the young man's body continued to tremble as the intense feeling
ran its course.  The elder Williams felt the soothing peace mixed in with
his own need for release.

"Not bad for a rookie, huh?"

Devon raised his head and tried to focus his eyes on the smiling face in
front of him.  "I'll say!  That was. . .  wow!"  Devon's words trailed off
as a stray convulsion ripped through his body, leaving him feeling
lightheaded.  Still feeling a bit dizzy, he knelt before Lorne and released
the turgid flesh trapped inside.  Free of the confining material, Lorne's
cock sprang forward, a long strand of clear lubricant landing against
Devon's cheek.

"Now, it's your turn," he murmured, closing his hand around the hot flesh
and pumping it.  "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time..." 
Devon flicked out his tongue, letting it wrap around Lorne's cock.  For
Devon, this was more than just an opportunity to satisfy his bisexual
cravings.  It was a chance for him to give thanks to the man responsible for
his existence.  He wanted to taste the seed which gave him life.

Lorne watched in fascination as his son's pink tongue made its way down his
engorged shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva.  He felt a hot, enticing
queasiness as Devon lavished attention to his scrotum, sucking each of the
large, almond-shaped testicles into his mouth before slowly making his way
to the mushroom-shaped crown - which he promptly made disappear between
surprisingly sensual lips.

"How much like his mother he looks," Lorne thought idly, watching the thick
shaft vanish between pouting lips.  Feeling the full heat of his passion,
Lorne thrust gently into his son's mouth, delighting in the feel of Devon's
quivering, raspy tongue as it touched him.  Reaching down, Lorne entwined
his fingers in Devon's moderately long hair as the young man pleasured him.

Filled with his father's cock, Devon grunted with the effort of keeping a
steady rhythm.  "He's so big," he thought, again trying to swallow the older
man whole.

"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," came a soft voice.  "Just
let it slide into your mouth, honey - don't fight it."

Lorne opened an eye and found Kymber sitting on the arm of the sofa, an aura
of love surrounding her.  She smiled at her husband.  "I was wondering what
was taking so long."

Lorne could only mumble a reply as Devon heeded his mother's advice.  In the
space of a single breath, he could feel Devon's nose nestled against the
base of his cock.

Kymber left her perch on the sofa and knelt beside her son.  "That's it,
baby.  Suck him good!  Show him how much you want this, how much you love
him."  She ran her hands along his perspiring body, letting her nails trail
along the exposed skin of his back.  Devon was awash with passion, all of
his senses under assault.  Encouraged by his mother's gentle urging, he
increased his sucking motion.

Lorne felt an odd separation; one part of him was close to orgasm, not
caring about anything except reaching the summit.  Another part watched
impassively as Kymber leaned forward and whispered something into her son's
ear.  Lorne saw the boy nod - and his eyes went wide as a stiff finger
penetrated his backside.  The sudden invasion caught Lorne completely off
guard; the slowly approaching wave suddenly increased speed and crashed into
him -- hard.

Devon felt the war of contractions in his father's body.  The tight ring of
muscle clamped down on his finger as the first spurts of creamy seed
splashed into and filled his hungry mouth.  Devon tried to capture as much
of the sweet reward as possible, but found the love too much for him to keep
up with as little rivers of love seeped from the tight seal his mouth made
on the jerking manhood.

Lorne's hands clutched the cushions as wave after wave of intense pleasure
cycled through every pore in his body while Devon's finger, feeling like a
hot poker, probed his bottom.  He gasped as his son consumed the final dregs
of his ejaculate and his cock, softening, lay throbbing against his belly. 
Gingerly, Lorne removed himself from the invading finger, while feeling the
blood pounding in every part of his body.

"You've done this before, haven't you?", Lorne asked, his composure finally
returning.  Devon looked up at him with... admiration?  Lorne wasn't sure
what he saw in that fleeting moment and, frankly, he didn't care right now.

"First time for me, too," came the quiet reply.  "You okay?"

Lorne took in a deep breath.  "I'm fine, son.  Thank you."

"No, my father, thank you!  You've made my life complete and I love you for
it."  Devon leaned forward and placed his head in his father's lap, stopping
along the way to plant a wet kiss on the now-soft instrument of pleasure.

Kymber knelt between the exhausted men.  "You really look good together. 
Lorne?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you know how much he loves you?"

"If I didn't know before, I know now."  Lorne sat quietly, his mind taking
in the recent events.

"How was it for you?"

"Giving or receiving?"

"Take your pick; I'd like to hear both sides."

As Lorne prepared to share his feelings with Kymber, they were joined by
Etienne.

"I feel like I missed something," she said sitting next to Kymber.

"Lorne was about to tell me his feelings about Devon, weren't you honey?"

Nodding, Lorne spoke.  "It was so different!  Before I even realized it, I
had him in my mouth."

Eti flashed Kymber a questioning look.  Kymber shook her head and placed a
slim finger to her lips.

"I found myself thinking about a couple of things.  One, I couldn't believe
I was doing this.  As I sucked more of him, it started to feel. . . good."

Eti looked at her father, with love in her eyes.  "It's hard to describe,
isn't it?"

"Yes, it is.  Feeling him in my mouth and hearing his moans of pleasure
electrified me, filled me with so much desire to continue."

"Now you know how we feel when we're doing you.  It's so very special."

Lorne nodded before continuing.  "Kym, when he came, I could feel him
growing in my mouth right before the first spurt.  For some reason, I felt
really proud of myself."

Etienne agreed with her father.  "It's a good feeling when it spills out
and, of course, it just taste so yummy!"

Lorne stood and stretched, frowning at the popping sounds his body made. 
Going over to the framed photograph of the family, he stared at it for a
long minute before turning to wife and daughter.

"You know, when he started on me, I thought it wouldn't be any different
than having one of you doing it."

"What did you learn, Dad?"

"I learned it's as different as night and day, with the main difference
being attitude."

"Attitude?"  Kymber and Eti exchanged a puzzled look.

"I was thinking that another man was making love to my cock.  At first, I
was a little scared, but after a few minutes, my whole outlook on the deal
changed.  It stopped being a question of a man-on-man thing, becoming one
person loving another."  Lorne shook his head.  "It takes some getting used
to, doesn't it?"

Etienne and Kymber joined him, wrapping their arms around him.  "You'll get
used to it soon enough," Kymber assured him.


Part IV, Chapter Two

Ellie stood in front of the full length mirror, examining her naked form
while gently cupping one milk-filled breast in one hand.  Turning to one
side she frowned, noticing her distended abdomen.  Absently, she ran her
hands along the curves of her belly, shaking her head.  Although her
pregnancy was proceeding well, Ellie still felt awed with the knowledge a
child was growing inside her.

The young woman slipped into her nightgown before crossing the room, turning
off the light and curling up in her bed.  Outside, the night sky was clear,
the quarter moon casting its pale light onto the freshly fallen snow. 
Snowflakes carried on the wind glittered past the window as Ellie took stock
of her life.

"One more month to go.  God, I'm so tired."

Carefully, she shifted her position, wishing the baby would stop kicking
long enough for her to get comfortable.  Patting her tummy, she said, "Oh,
be still!"  As if her plea was heard, the baby finally settled in one place
- for now.  Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, returning to her thoughts.

Something was missing from her life, she decided.  Trying to identify the
missing ingredient was proving to be more difficult than she had expected. 
Ellie knew she wasn't suffering from a lack of love; between Devon, Kymber
and her parents, there was plenty of love and attention to go around several
times.

Ellie felt warm and secure as she thought about each member of the family. 
There was Devon; brother, friend, lover and father of her baby.  Probably
the most attentive of anyone in the family, he saw to her every need.  Not
from a sense of obligation, mind you; Lorne had made it clear that love
shouldn't be looked at as an obligation or chore.

Ellie smiled as her brother's strong features faded from her mind, being
replaced by the fine, gentle features of her aunt, Kymber, the family's
free-spirit who always looked to the bright side of any situation.  Her cool
green eyes, however, hid a mischievous, playful nature and a bold, brash
sexuality.  The flame-haired vision was replaced by the calm, intelligent
face of her mother.  Whenever a situation got out of hand, Mom was always
there, able to say just the right thing to set everything right for
everyone.  Just a hint of a smile creased Ellie's face as she thought of the
sexual hellion hidden beneath the calm exterior.

Last, but certainly not least, there was her father.  Ellie blinked in
surprise at the sudden surge of lust she felt, her nipples tingling as they
became erect.  Lorne represented all which was right in the world. 
Dedicated, unselfish, and, as far as Ellie was concerned, all-knowing in
that he would never steer the family in the wrong direction.

As her father's face faded away, Ellie became more aware of the tingling
making its way through her body, heightening her senses.  From Devon's room,
she could hear love being made.  The slightly muffled grunts and groans
increased the feelings inside her, causing her to shift uncomfortably.

"I'm horny," she thought.  Through the closed door, she could hear - her
mother? - cry out in delight at whatever Devon was doing to her.

As the sounds of passion increased, so did Ellie's discomfort.  Reaching
across the wide expanse of stomach, her fingers sought and found her center,
parting the full lips of her vulva to expose her clitoris.  However, before
she could begin to ease the itch, Ellie heard a soft tapping on the bedroom
door.

Frustrated, she called out, "Come in - it's open!"

The door opened and Lorne poked his head in.  "Hi, baby!  I just stopped by
to check on you."

Ellie was pleased - and electrified; her father's appearance would fill the
bill just fine!

In a voice husky with mounting lust, she said, "Just the person I was
looking for."  Ellie slid over to allow Lorne to sit next to her.

"You were looking for... mmpff!"

Any further words were cut off as Ellie covered her father's mouth with
hers, filling the moist cavern with her tongue.  Her hands were busy,
literally tearing the shirt from his back before fumbling with his belt
buckle.  It took a little doing, but after a few frantic seconds, the belt
gave way, allowing Ellie to free Lorne's rapidly swelling manhood.

Taken completely by surprise, all Lorne could do was succumb to the attack
and hold on for dear life.  He felt the cool rush of air on his exposed
flesh for only a brief moment, before being replaced by the hot wetness of
Ellie's mouth.  He groaned as Ellie pushed him back onto the bed.  Lifting
her head for only a moment, Ellie's words were almost a growl.  "Oh, yes. 
I've been looking for you!  I need you and I will have you!"

With an ease which belied her gravid condition, Ellie rolled onto her
father's prone form and continued the assault on his cock, while exposing
her musky center to him.  Her hands and mouth worked in concert to send wave
after wave of pleasure rippling through her prisoner.

With her lust in full control, Ellie slid Lorne's tool deep into her throat,
relishing the feel of its length and thickness which pulsed with each beat
of his heart.  Drawing back until only the head remained, Ellie began a
vicious attack, allowing her teeth to scrape against the spongy mass while
her tongue rasped across the sensitive underside.

Lorne wasn't sure of what the hell was happening.  He did know, however, he
needed to do something - and fast.  Reaching up, he filled his hands with
her ass cheeks, drawing her luscious dampness to his mouth.  The tip of his
nose buried itself within the folds of Ellie's inner labia as he sucked on
her clitoris, causing the young woman to squirm against his face.

Ellie held her head still, allowing her tongue to play along the crown and
shaft of Lorne's maleness, all the while savoring the dizzying sensations
provided by his experienced mouth.  She could feel him quivering in her
mouth, signaling his pending release.

"Oh, no you don't.  I gotta have this where it will do the most good." 
Ellie disengaged herself from Lorne's mouth, leaving him with a feeling of
loss.  Turning, she positioned herself over his erection, feeling an
exhilarating rush of pleasure as the spongy head passed through her wet
lips.

"Uh, baby," Lorne began.  "I don't think..."

"Shut up.  I know what I'm doing."

Lorne was taken aback at the sharp rebuke, an odd sense of excitement
flowing through him at her forcefulness.  Doing as he was ordered, Lorne
fell silent as Ellie lowered more of her body onto his shaft.

The feeling was indescribable; with her belly full of child, Ellie was
tight, yet her inner sheath had a velvety feel to it, surrounding his cock
with such a delicious feeling he almost exploded on the spot.

"Come on!  Give it to me, damn you!  Fill me with your stickiness."  Ellie
rode Lorne's stiffness carefully but with purpose, wanting to feel him
spurting inside her folds, wanting him to put out the fire inside.

"Stop holding it back, Dad - you know what I need!"  Ellie shuddered as her
orgasm slammed into her, the flow of lubricating juices increasing.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!  Give me more!   GIVE ME MORE!!"

Lorne was stunned - where did this wild woman come from?  His eyes widened
with increasing wonder as the flow of obscenities continued, adding to his
excitement.

"Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah!  I love you so much!"  Ellie's moans of pleasure were
like music to his ears as she rode out yet another orgasmic wave, grinding
her soaked sex hard into his pelvic bone.  Lorne could feel Ellie's vaginal
muscles gripping him with varying tightness.  He reached up, placing his
hands on her swollen belly and began to rub gently.

"Damn it, oh damn it all to hell!," cried Ellie, giving herself to the heat
of passion.  "I need you to cream me, my love - I need you to do... it...
NOW!"

Spurred on by her impassioned pleas, Lorne relaxed his control and was
instantly caught up in the torrent of emotions.  His sac tightened almost
painfully, sending the familiar tremors racing up his thickening shaft.

"Here, baby - here it is!" he groaned as his seed spilled into her.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, yes..."  Ellie was just on the other side of heaven as her
father continued to fill her with his semen, hot and sticky, feeling the
strong pulses inside her while Lorne emptied himself into her flesh, cooling
the fires - for now.

Spent and still a bit confused, Lorne helped the exhausted young woman onto
her side before withdrawing from her steamy center with a wet, slurping
sound.  Looking down at Ellie, he could see the smile on her face as well as
the happiness in her eyes.

As the intense fires banked themselves into something a bit more manageable,
Ellie looked up at her sire, feeling all the love in the world.

"Umm, I really needed you.  I feel so much better now."

Lorne looked down at his second child for a long moment before asking, "What
got into you?"

Ellie laughed softly.  "You did, silly!"

Rolling his eyes heavenward, Lorne said, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know."  Ellie took a moment to get the giddy feelings under control
before continuing.  "I had to have you - that's the best way I can explain
it.  I was lying here, thinking about you and got this crazy urge to just
take advantage of you."

Her look became serious.  "Oh, damn."

"What's wrong?"  Immediate concern creased Lorne's features.

"I said some pretty outrageous things, didn't I?"

Relieved, Lorne allowed himself to smile.  "Yeah, I'll say.  Didn't know you
knew words like that!"

"You're not angry are you?"

"Angry?  No, darling.  Actually, it was kind of exciting."  Lorne leaned
over and kissed Ellie's brow.  "In fact, it was very exciting - we should do
this again some time."  Lorne sat up and stretched.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Please stay with me tonight."

"Are you sure you want me to?  I won't be able to guarantee you'll get any
sleep."

"Yes, I want you to.  And, I'm counting on not getting much sleep tonight."

Discarding the remnants of his shirt and trousers, Lorne slid into the bed
next to Ellie, who settled into his arms.

"Are you okay?"

Ellie's sleepy reply said it all.  "Uh-huh.  I love you so very much..." 
Ellie dropped off to sleep immediately.

"And I you," he whispered, stroking her face with his hand.  Settling in, he
closed his eyes, feeling the baby moving within her.  Lorne smiled at the
sensation as sleep claimed him.


Part IV, Chapter Three

Lorne was having the most delicious dream.  His cock was being licked and
sucked by some unknown person who was doing a fantastic job of providing him
with so many different sensations.  Warm, soft hands caressed and soothed
him as he grew closer to climax.  In his dream, Lorne thrust his hips
gently, not wanting to disturb the insistent rhythm of the mouth on his
flesh.  It wasn't long before his passion caught up with him as he exploded
into the waiting mouth while the unseen hands milked every precious drop
from him.

Lorne opened his eyes - and realized he hadn't been dreaming, finding
himself surrounded by Devon, Ellie, Kymber and Eti, who were involved in a
group kissing session, licking his seed from each other's lips.

"I thought I was dreaming," Lorne said.  The quartet turned and looked at
him, smiles spreading across their faces.

"Morning, Dad," beamed Devon.

"Good morning, darling," offered a smiling Kymber.

"Hi, Dad," chorused Eti and Ellie together.

"You folks really know how to wake a person up!  What did I do to deserve
such a reception?"

Devon spoke for the group.  "Nothing, Dad.  We did it because we love you. 
Do we need a reason other than that?"

"I guess not!  Thank you, one and all."  Sitting up, Lorne stretched and
asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"

Lorne made his way to the bathroom as the family discussed what they wanted
to do.  As the water for his shower grew warmer, Lorne noticed the silence
from the other room.  Turning he headed for the door, only to run into a
wild-eyed Devon.

"Dad!  Something's happening to Ellie!"

Ignoring the running water, Lorne dashed from the bathroom to find Ellie
holding her stomach - and sitting in a pool of fluid.  He quickly assessed
the situation - it was time!

"Go find your mother and Etienne.  Tell them Ellie's water has broken -
they'll know what to do."

"Right.  On my way!"  Devon headed for the door.

"And, son?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Better get dressed - you're in for a long day!"

Devon looked down at himself as if just realizing his nakedness.  "Oh, yeah.
 Clothes would be good, huh?"  Smiling, he rushed down the hallway to dress
and join the mother of his child in her efforts.

Hurrying to get dressed, Lorne couldn't keep from feeling like history was
repeating itself.

*   *   *

Kendra Etienne Williams came into the world kicking and screaming lustily. 
Drenched with the perspiration of her efforts, Ellie watched as nurses
tended to the newborn.  The drops of silver nitrate were applied and Kendra
was gently washed, dried and wrapped in an insulated blanket before being
passed off to Dr. Carl Hendricks.

"Someone wants to say hello," said the smiling doctor.  Dr. Hendricks handed
the squirming bundle to Ellie, placing it into her arms.

The bond was established as mother and child looked at each other.  Kendra
fell silent at once, somehow knowing she was in good hands.

"She's beautiful."

Ellie looked up at Devon, giving him a tired smile.  Devon was doing some
recovering of his own.  The long hours in the labor room had been hard on
him, witnessing Ellie's agony and not being able to do anything about it. 
He had spent much of the time kicking himself, knowing Ellie wouldn't be in
such pain were it not for his involvement.

The nurses came over to take Kendra off to the nursery while others prepared
to move Ellie to her room, where the two would be reunited later.  Tossing
his soiled gloves into a nearby hamper, Dr. Hendricks crossed the room and
stood next to Devon, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"That is one pretty little girl," the doctor commented.  "She's lucky to
have parents like you."  Carl looked at Devon, watching for the younger
man's reaction.

Devon's heart felt as if it had been encased in ice as he turned to face the
older man.

"'Parents', Doctor?  I'm afraid you're mistaken.  I'm Ellie's brother and
she asked me to be here with her through this."

"Son, I know you are her brother.  I also know you're Kendra's father."

Panic welled inside of Devon - but he kept his cool.  "Doctor, that's a
pretty strong accusation.  One which could, ah, get people in a lot of
trouble."

"You're right," Carl conceded.  "It's a strong accusation, but the truth.  I
know it and you know it."

As they exited the scrub room into the hallway, Devon cast desperate glances
for any signs of his family.  Turning the corner, he saw them walking
hurriedly in the direction of the nursery - and knew he was on his own.

Carl Hendricks steered Devon into an empty room and closed the door.  For
long minutes, the two men just looked at each other, waiting for the other
to break.

Devon tried his very best to remain calm and determined; however, the OB/GYN
was used to waiting and his patience seemed limitless.  Devon decided to go
on the offensive.

"So you think there's something funny going on, huh?"

"Think?  Son, I know it - and I can prove it."  Carl allowed himself a
smile, knowing he had Devon at a disadvantage.

Devon knew it too, but held his ground.  "What is your proof?"

Carl Hendricks' smile grew wider.  "You are, of course, aware of the genetic
analyzer your father invented some years ago?"

Devon nodded, not getting the doctor's point.

"It's very useful in our pre- and postnatal testing.  In fact, every child
born at this hospital in the last twenty years has been tested using your
father's invention.  Quite a piece of machinery."

"What's your point, doctor?"

"My point is this:  We keep all of the test results.  Yours is on file, as
is Ellie's.  We tested Kendra before and after being delivered.  In
comparing the prenatal results, I found something interesting."  Hendricks
paused, adding a bit of drama.

"I found that the three of you share the same genetic codes."

"How do you figure that?"  Devon's anger was mounting.

"Easy, son.  It's a matter of routine for us.  One of the benefits of your
father's invention is that we can find genetic errors before they can become
a problem.  In this case, I checked Ellie's scan for problems and didn't
find any.  As a comparison, I checked yours, since it was available.  Again,
no problems."

"Then I checked the prenatal scans we did on Kendra..."

"And you found them similar."  Devon sat heavily on the stool behind him.

"Bingo.  Too similar to be just a coincidence."

"Why are you telling me this and what are you going to do?"  Devon braced
himself for the expected threat.

"I'm telling you this to warn you.  What I'm going to do is... nothing."

"Warn me?  I don't get it."

Dr. Hendricks sighed.  "If I found out, others can find out.  And they may
not be as understanding as I am."  He turned and opened the door.

"Wait.  What's to say you won't go to the authorities?"

"Son, I understand the situation between you and Ellie - I've been there
myself."  He smiled at Devon before disappearing into the hallway.

Devon watched the doctor leave, feeling uncertain and very vulnerable.  He
stepped into the hallway and headed towards the nursery to find his family.

*   *   *

Lorne stood at the entrance to Ellie's room, his eyes scanning the corridor
for any signs of Devon.  Minutes before, Carl Hendricks came by to check on
Ellie and to offer his congratulations.  As they shook hands, Carl winked at
him and left him with a cryptic message.

"You've got a great family, Lorne; keep up the good work!"

Lorne was still trying to figure out what he meant when Devon came around
the corner, clearly in a hurry.

"Devon, where have you been?  Ellie's been asking about you!"

"I had a talk with Dr. Hendricks a few minutes ago."

"He was just here checking on your sister."  Lorne could tell Devon was
upset about something.  "Son, what's bothering you?"

"He knows, Dad.  He told me he knows about me and Ellie being Kendra's
parents."

"Wait a minute.  How does he know?"

"He told me your genetic analyzer told him."  Devon gave his father not
quite an accusatory look.

"My genetic... oh, shit," Lorne said, the memory returning.

The genetic analyzer was actually part of the splicing unit he'd invented
years ago while at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.  Quite by accident, they
discovered the analyzer could be used to detect genetic errors in humans. 
After some quick trials, the government approved it for obstetrics use first
- it had proved more valuable than amniocentesis and other tests of the
time.

"Didn't you know they used it here?"

"Devon, I forgot - I simply forgot."

"I don't see how, Dad; your patent and sales of the analyzer has made you
rich."  Devon's tone was scathing.

"I didn't remember its use was SOP for maternity cases.  Oh, damn!"  Lorne
pounded his fist against the wall, startling a pair of nurses.

Devon went over and placed a hand on his father's shoulder.  "Dad, there's
no point in worrying about it now.  Hendricks just warned me to be careful,
saying something about his being where I am before."

That explained Hendricks' remark.  Obviously, there was more to the good
doctor than met the eye!

"Well, if there's nothing to worry about, let's go see your new daughter."


ETIENNE: THE NEW BREED

Part V, Chapter One

Kendra giggled in delight as her father nuzzled his face against her tummy,
her little hands trying in vain to ward off the ticklish advance.

"Daddy!  Stop!" she managed between giggles.  "I give up!"  Devon looked at
his daughter, his face flushed with the effort of blowing raspberries
against her smooth skin.

"You'll think twice about smacking me on the butt, won't you?"

Unable to speak, Kendra could only nod.

"Okay - I'll cut you a break this time.  But if you do it again..."  To
reinforce his mock threat, Devon tilted his head towards Kendra's exposed
tummy, causing the youngster to start giggling again.

"I won't - I promise!"

Ellie sat in the rocking chair, watching the scene with barely hidden
amusement.  Since Kendra's birth, so many things had changed within the
family.

Ellie watched as Kendra crept up behind her retreating father, wincing at
the sharp sound of her little hand on her father's backside.  More surprised
than hurt, Devon's reaction to the unexpected attack was comical.  As he
began a mock pursuit of the little troublemaker, Ellie laughed.

"You'll never catch her, Dev."

"Oh, I'll catch her, all right.  And when I do...!"

As the chase intensified, Ellie looked around the house, finding it hard to
believe it was really theirs, even after all the time which had passed.

Ellie's happiness was displaced for just a moment by a feeling of loss. 
Four years ago, the family had split up by necessity.  Their once spacious
home was now a bit crowded with Kendra's arrival.  After talking it over
with Devon, they had decided to set up their own home, much to everyone's
displeasure.

*   *   *

"You want to do what?"

Lorne looked at his son and daughter, his face registering shock and
surprise at the announcement.  Devon swallowed nervously; nonetheless, he
held his ground.

"We want to move out on our own.  It's nothing personal, Dad."

"I don't understand why.  Aren't you two happy here?"

"Dad, it's not a question of happiness - it's one of necessity."

Lorne looked toward Etienne and Kymber; both women sat silently, wearing
identical calm looks.

"Okay, son.  Explain it to me."

Devon stole a look at Ellie, who gave him a much-needed nod of support. 
Taking a deep breath, he launched into his explanation.

"You once voiced a concern about our not getting out into the 'real world'
and getting involved with other people.  We told you then the only thing we
needed was each other.  Since that time, nothing has changed, except the
size of the family."

"Go on," Lorne prompted.

"Since Kendra arrived, Ellie and I have been thinking about getting out on
our own - but we want to stay together.  Then we had to think about you and
Mom and Aunt Eti, too."

Kymber spoke for the first time.  "How did we get into this decision?"

Ellie took up the lead.  "Well, you guys deserve to be alone.  After all,
Dad's retired and you and Mom haven't had to work for years."

"And you're not getting any younger," Devon added.

Etienne calm visage hid just a bit of a smile.  "Devon, darling, you didn't
say that last night!"

Chuckles from the assembled family served to lighten what was turning out to
be a tense moment as each remember the literal free-for-all which had taken
place the night before.

"Ah, yeah, well..." Devon stumbled for a reply and, finding none, fell
silent.

Eti raised a hand for silence.  "All of this aside, I think we understand
what you're saying."  Nods from Lorne and Kymber confirmed her
pronouncement.

"Dad," Devon began, "All we're saying is it's time for us to strike out on
our own.  You've provided us with a great deal of love and security and it's
time we repaid you by showing we can survive on the outside."

Lorne had to admit Devon had a point.  It was only a few years ago when he
had addressed the same concern to Etienne.

After a few seconds of silence, Lorne made a decision.  "Okay.  Here's the
deal.  You can either stay here and we'll go up to the cabin, or you can
take the cabin."

Devon and Ellie looked at each other.

"That's a rather generous offer Dad," Ellie began.  "But we had something
else in mind."

Lorne could barely contain his surprise - but managed.  Etienne and Kymber,
however, had surprise written on their lovely features.

"I see.  Just what did you have in mind?"

"We were thinking about a little place we saw just south of where the cabin
is.  I made some phone calls about it and it is available."

"I assume you can afford this place?"

"Well, we could use just a little help..."

"How much help are we talking about?"

Devon reached into his back pocket and handed his father a folded piece of
paper.  After taking it, Lorne took a long look at the notes Devon had
scribbled before passing it to Kymber, who passed it on to Eti.

The elder Williams' sat in complete silence, an action which only served to
make the younger generation nervous.  After several minutes, Lorne finally
spoke.

"Will you two excuse us for a moment?"

"Sure, Dad.  We have to check on Kendra anyway."  Filled with anticipation,
Devon and Ellie left the room.

Making sure they were alone, Kymber broke the silence.

"Now we know what they've been doing with the money we've been giving them."

Lorne was clearly worried as he spoke.  "It isn't really a question of the
money; it's more a question of them being together."

Eti and Kymber both realized the implication Lorne was hinting at.  Away
from the relative safety of their home, Devon and Ellie ran the risk of
being exposed to a world which didn't care very much for their chosen
lifestyle.

Kymber finally spoke up.  "Honey, I'm sure the kids have thought this out."

Etienne nodded in agreement, adding, "It's not like they don't understand
the risks involved."

As their parents continued to debate the matter, Devon and Ellie listened in
on the conversation from the upper hallway.

"I don't think Dad's very happy about any of this," said Ellie.

"How could you tell?"

Before Ellie could respond, Lorne's voice reached out to them.

"You two can come down from the hallway now; we've made our decision."

Brother and sister wore identical embarrassed looks as they took seats on
the sofa.  "We didn't really mean to eavesdrop, but..."

Lorne waved Devon's explanation off.  "We've decided to give you our
blessing on this.  However, you have to be aware of some cold, hard facts."

"For one," started Kymber, "You will be responsible for the financial
aspects of setting up house.  We'll help, naturally, but this isn't a free
ride."

Eti added, "Please be careful out there; if the wrong person were to
discover your activities, well, your lives will be ruined forever."

Devon nodded somberly.  Looking at his sister he said, "We understand the
risks, but it has to be done.  Thank you all for understanding and
supporting us in this.  We won't disappoint you."

Lorne stood and stretched.  "Then it's settled.  Let's go see this new home
of yours!"


Part V, Chapter Two

Devon breathed a contented sigh as Ellie's mouth covered his erection with
the liquid warmth he enjoyed so much.  The heat of her body against him, the
firm yet gentle pressure of her tongue on his glans and the musky odor of
her femininity combined to complete the euphoric state of mind he'd settled
into.

Ellie so enjoyed giving her brother this type of pleasure.  There was
something magical and satisfying about the feel of his cock in her throat
and hearing his moans of delight as she suckled him.  Holding only the head
of his shaft between her lips, Ellie's tongue traced lazy patterns across
one particular spot, causing Devon to arch his back in response which, in
turn, slid more of him into her hungry mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Ellie took him deep into her throat until the tip of
her nose rested on Devon hair-covered pubic bone.  As expected, she could
feel the tremors racing along the length of his shaft as it grew slightly
thicker.  Ellie backed off just enough to keep Devon buried in her mouth
while moving to a kneeling position beside him.

Devon took full advantage of Ellie's change in position, reaching over and
grabbing the leg closest to him before she could settle in and continue.  As
he guided her leg across his body, the pungent, heady aroma of Ellie's sex
flooded Devon's senses as he positioned her over his mouth.  Ellie grunted
in protest at this change in plans; however, she didn't offer much
resistance.

Which was just fine with Devon.  Parting her moist labia with his lips, he
found her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth with a loud slurping sound. 
Her mouth filled with his hardness, Ellie moaned at the sensuous contact,
giving them both quite a thrill.

Devon ate at her lustily, leaving no part of her tender sex untouched.  Her
juices, a bit more tangy than usual, coated his face as Ellie slowly fucked
his mouth.  He reached up to spread her firm, smooth bottom to expose the
puckered ring of her anus.  Extending his tongue, Devon teased the orifice
for only a moment before plunging his tongue into her well-lubricated slit.

*   *   *

Kendra watched the action from her hiding place in her parents' closet, her
heart pounding.  It had taken the youngster a while to get up the courage to
pull such a stunt; however, her curiosity had finally gotten the best of
her.

For as long as she could remember, Kendra had wondered about the many sounds
which came from her parents' bedroom.  Once, while playing in her room, she
heard the sounds coming from the living room in the middle of the day!  When
she went to investigate the moans,  groans, and laughter, she found her
parents sitting together smiling at each other.  Even to her young mind, she
knew something had taken place before her arrival - she just didn't know
what.

So, she came up with a plan to find out.  Announcing she was going to bed
early, the intrepid nine-year-old went in the direction of her room.  After
making sure no one was following her, she ducked into their bedroom, going
straight for the closet.  Once inside and safely concealed in a dark corner,
Kendra sat quietly and waited.

She didn't have long to wait.  Kendra heard their footsteps as they entered
the room, their voices just low enough for her not to make out what they
were saying.  A rustle of clothes being removed told the youngster they were
getting ready for bed.

Excitement flowed through Kendra as she heard her mother say something about
her father's hands feeling good.  The sound of the bed creaking was followed
closely by a lot of smacking and sucking sounds; Kendra could hear her
father sighing, as he often did when he was feeling good about something.

As quietly as she could, Kendra made her way to the front of the closet,
sliding the door open just enough to allow her an unobstructed view of the
bed - and almost gasped aloud at the sight which greeted her.  With her eyes
already accustomed to the darkness, Kendra could clearly see her mother
putting her mouth on her father's 'thing'!  And, oh, boy, it was really big!
 Much bigger than the other times she'd ever seen it!

Kendra felt warm and tingly as she watched her mother sit on her father's
face.  From the happy look on her mother's face, Kendra guessed it really
felt good, although she couldn't quite figure out why her father wasn't
being smothered.

The young spy was having a difficult time sitting still as the scene
continued to unfold.  Kendra jumped as her mother let out a loud cry, saying
'yes' to something over and over.  Kendra watched with a mixture of
excitement and confusion as her mother rolled off to one side, breathing
heavily.  Watching her father get to his knees, Kendra felt suddenly weak as
she caught a glimpse of the gigantic 'thing' bobbing between her father's
legs, wondering what was going to happen next.

Her confusion deepened as her dad crawled between her mother's open legs,
which he held high and wide before laying down on top and moving up and
down.  What was happening now?

*   *   *

Devon grunted as he slid into his sister, feeling his swollen member seating
itself firmly against her pubis.  Slowly, he fucked into her, relishing the
feel of her slippery sheath clasping him.  He looked down at Ellie, smiling
at the look of bliss etched into her lovely features.

"Oh, it feels so nice," cooed Ellie, raising her hips in time to meet his
urgent thrusts.  "Fill me, darling, give me your hot cock!"

"Hey, I aim to please, dearest," Devon responded.  He punctuated his
statement by driving fully into her, his sac slapping against her buttocks.

"YES!  God, yes!  Give it to me hard, Dev!  Slam it to me!"

Devon repeated the deep thrust, the impact causing the entire bed to shake.
He could feel the building pressure in his testicles as they tightened in
preparation to deliver their payload of love.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he declared, his movements increasing
within Ellie.

"Shit, I don't want you to last.  Cream me - give it to me!"

Devon felt his body tense as the indescribable feeling crept up his spine,
raising the hairs on the back of his neck.  For a moment, time stopped as he
teetered on the edge.

"Oh, shit!  Oh, damn!" Devon gave into the sensation as he spilled into
Ellie, the sticky fluid splashing against her sensitive walls.  Devon
continued his erratic thrusts into Ellie as their juices combined to make
the perfect lubricant.  Spent, he collapsed onto his sister, feeling her
warm kisses on his neck and ears.

Wrapping her arms around the love of her life, Ellie held Devon close,
feeling his manhood shrinking inside her and his seed slowly seeping from
her.  Ellie was about to voice her appreciation when she heard a sound.

"Dev?  What was that?"

Exhausted and drained, Devon could barely lift his head.  "What was what?"

"I heard a noise - sounds like it's coming from the closet."

*   *   *

Kendra felt funny, like she was going to faint.  In a moment of confusion,
she fell back wards, knocking over a tennis racket.  The sound of the racket
crashing to the floor froze her in place - she knew her parents heard it. 
Ice-cold panic quickly displaced the warm, fuzzy feelings as she heard
someone get up and walk in the direction of the closet.

The door slid quickly open and Kendra was greeted with a close-up view of
her father's naked body, his 'thing' once again small and covered with white
goo.  Kendra held her breath as her father looked past her to the back of
the closet, now wishing she hadn't been so foolish.

Devon was about to close the door when he spotted the overturned racket -
and the nine-year-old sitting next to it.

"I think I found the noise you heard," Devon announced while motioning for
Kendra to step out of her hiding place.

Ellie turned onto her stomach - and saw her daughter standing next to Devon,
clearly afraid.  Looking closer, she could see Kendra's flushed complexion
and realized the very young lady had been hiding in the closet during their
lovemaking.

"My, my!  What do we have here?"

Devon led Kendra over to the bed and sat down.  Moving to the side just a
bit, he pointed to a spot between himself and Ellie.  After a moment of
hesitation, Kendra sat between her parents.

"Looks like to me we had a spectator," Devon said.

"So it would seem.  Honey, what were you doing in there?"

Kendra's face burned hot with embarrassment, so much she wished to be
anywhere except sitting here.

"Kendra?  Your mother asked you a question."

Knowing she could no longer avoid answering, Kendra tried to swallow the
lump in her throat.

"I, um, wanted to, um, know why you and Daddy made those funny sounds."

Barely able to stifle a laugh, Devon looked at his sister, who was hiding
her face in the sheet, her body shaking with laughter.  Devon reached over
and pulled the sheet away.

"C'mon, El," his tone now serious.  "We have to address this and there's no
better time than now."

Ellie propped herself up on an elbow, wiping tears from her eyes.  "Yes,
you're right," she finally replied, after taking a few seconds to compose
herself.

For a very long moment, Devon sat looking at his daughter, drinking in her
budding beauty.  Her brown hair, braided into tight rows, hung to her
shoulders; light brown eyes set into an oval face the complexion of coffee
(extra cream, thank you) peered into his with uncertainty.  Under the
full-length nightgown, Devon knew, was a nicely developing body.  His mind
touched on the memory of her smooth, hairless pussy, feeling a rush of
excitement course through him.

Kendra shifted uncomfortably on the bed under her father's suddenly intense
gaze.  The way he was looking at her made her feel... good, in a funny way.
At first, she was scared and nervous; then a little angry when Mom and Dad
started laughing at her question.  Now, for some reason she didn't
understand, the fear and anger went away.

Devon waited a few more seconds for Kendra to relax - and to keep his
erection from becoming more apparent.  Finally, he spoke.

"You know that your mother and I love you very much, right?"  Kendra nodded
- she just loved it when her parents showed their affection.

"Okay.  Well, we also love each other very much.  Tell me, how many ways can
you think of to show someone you love them?"  Kendra's face became a study
in concentration - you could almost see her young mind working on an answer.

"Well, there are hugs and kisses - and stuff for your birthday and
Christmas."

"A good answer, Kendra.  So, let's talk about hugs and kisses for a moment,
okay?"

"Okay."

"There are times when we want to show you how much we love you, we'll give
you a kiss or a hug - sometimes both.  When your mother and I want to show
each other how much we love each other, we'll hug and kiss, too."

Kendra didn't have much of a problem with this and said so.  "You and Mom
are always hugging and kissing."

Ellie laughed softly.  "There are times, my darling daughter, when we want
to show our love in other ways.  You've seen us cuddling and holding hands?
Well, we often show love by touching each other."

A light went on in Kendra's mind, suddenly putting two and two together.  
Gathering her courage, she asked a question.

"Were you and Dad having sex?"

Devon answered.  "Yes.  How do you know about it?"

"I heard Melissa Hargrove talking about it.  She said it was nasty."

"Well, Melissa was wrong, dear.  Sex is not nasty or dirty.  It is a special
way for people to show love for each other."

"May I ask a question?"

"You most certainly may."

"If having sex shows how much you love someone, why don't you have sex with
me?  Don't you love me?"

Devon reached over and wrapped his arms around Kendra.  "Oh, baby, your
mother and I love you very much!"

Even though Kendra knew this was true, she held her ground.  "Then how come
you don't?"

"It's not as easy as that," Ellie said.  "There are some things you just
aren't ready to deal with yet - and a lot of things you don't understand."

Kendra frowned.  "May I ask another question?"

"Go right ahead."

"Does having sex make you happy?  When I was in the closet, you looked
happy."

"Yes, darling, having sex makes me very happy."

"Then I want to be very happy, too."

"Kendra, honey, there are so many things you have to learn first."

"Then teach me."

Devon looked at his daughter and felt his erection returning.

"Honey, this is a pretty big step to take.  Are you sure this is what you
want?"

"You told me it's your job to make me happy.  You told me that you love me
very much."

"I do."

"Then I'm confused; if you are telling the truth, then you should show me
your love like you do with Mom."

Ellie leaned over and said, "She's got you there, Dev."

Devon could only nod - it wasn't hard for him to see Kendra's point.  "There
is something you have to know before anything happens."

"Like what?"

"People don't think that mothers and fathers should show love to their
children by having sex with them."

"Why?"

"It's a little hard to explain, but I'll do my best.  Do you remember the
story on the news a little while ago, about the man who got arrested for
something he did with his son?"

"That child abuse thing?"

"Yes.  There are laws in our country which say if a grown-up has sex with a
child, he or she can go to jail."

"Mrs.  Mitchell was talking about that in school last week.  Is this the
same thing?"

Ellie said, "It depends on who you're talking to.  Your father and I don't
see it that way.  Neither does your grandfather and grandmother or your aunt
Kymber."

"Why?"

"We are a family and families should always show their love for each other
in every way they can."

"You've told me this before.  It's stupid for families not to love each
other."

"Well," Devon began, "there are people who think that families who love each
other should be punished."

"Another question?"

"Go ahead."

"When you were growing up, did you love your family like this?"

"Yes, we did."

"Did you think it was wrong?"

"Never.  I love my sister very much."

"Did you have sex with her, too?"

"All the time.  In fact, I still do."

Kendra was confused.  "Where is your sister?  I don't remember ever seeing
her."

Ellie spoke up.  "I'm right here, sweetheart."

Kendra's eyes went wide, looking first at her mother then snapping around to
look at her father.  "But, you're my mother...  Wait a minute."

Devon looked over at Ellie.  "I think she's beginning to understand."

Ellie smiled back.  "I always said she was a smart girl."

Kendra's mind was a whirlwind of thought as the implication solidified in
her mind.  "Does Grandmom and Granddad know?"

"Who do you think taught us?"

The room grew quiet as Kendra thought things through.  Well, as much as her
young mind could, anyway.  "May I be excused now?  I have a lot of thinking
to do."

"Before you go," said Devon, "may I ask you a question?"

"Uh huh."

"Does this bother you?"

"I don't know.  I love you and Mom very much and I want you to love me."

"And we want to you to love us, just as much as we want to love you.  But,
like I said, it's a pretty big step to take."


Part V, Chapter Three

Kendra stood and stretched; even though the hour had grown late, she wasn't
in the least bit tired.  She wasn't sure if she understood everything her
parents had told her so far; somehow, though, Kendra knew they were telling
her the truth.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry to be so much trouble, but I have to ask another
question, if I may."

"Honey," Ellie said, "you can ask all the questions you want.  We'll do our
best to answer them all."

"We can't let anyone know how much we love each other, can we?"

"Sadly, no.  The truth is society just doesn't understand things the way we
do."

Kendra looked over at her parents, taking in their nakedness.  She couldn't
help but notice her father's penis, which had grown large again.  Nor could
she deny the feelings the sight of it stirred within her.  She watched as
her mother stood and walked to the bathroom, noting the size of her breasts
and the way her body curved in certain places.

"Dad?"

"Yes, honey?"

"When I grow up, will I look like Mom?"

Devon had also gotten to his feet.  He smiled and said, "I certainly hope
so!  You're growing into a beautiful young lady."

"Dad, will you love me forever?"  Kendra just couldn't take her eyes off her
father's body.  Was it getting warmer in the room?

"Forever and ever!"

Kendra turned at the sound of the toilet flushing.  A moment later, Ellie
returned.  As she approached, Kendra got a good look at the thatch of hair
covering her mother's secret place.   Absently, her hand went to her own
place, which she knew didn't have hair - yet.

"Mom?  Will you love me forever, too?"

"Of course I will, love!  With all of my heart."  Ellie looked over at
Devon, who just shrugged.  There was something significant about these
questions; however, he had no idea where they were going.

"I love you both very much and I want to make you happy."

"We love you, too, honey - your happiness is all that matters to us."

The room got even warmer as Kendra made a decision, pulling her nightgown
over her head and letting it drop to the floor.  Her body was tingling all
over, especially between her legs.  On legs she suddenly didn't trust,
Kendra crossed the short distance between herself and her parents.

"Then I want you to make me happy and to love me."

Kendra reached out and wrapped her arms around her father, feeling the
warmth of his body surround her.  Being tall for her age, Devon's penis
rested against her chest - she could feel it growing between them.  Turning
to her mother, she repeated the embrace.  The musky scent of her mother's
place reached her and she found it exciting.  Releasing her hold, Kendra
climbed onto the bed.  "Teach me how to love you the way you love each
other."

Devon and Ellie looked at each other before looking at their daughter.  She
looked so vulnerable and innocent as she offered herself to them.  And knew
what had to be done.  As their parents had taught them, love was to be
shared, without shame or deception.  And, they both knew, this was the
moment they were waiting for.  They also knew it had to be Kendra's choice,
for love should never be forced.  Devon and Ellie took places on either side
of their daughter.

Kendra could feel her blood pounding through her body as first her father,
then her mother kissed her gently on each cheek.

"Are you sure this is what you want, love?" asked Devon, feeling the surge
of love flowing through him as well.

"Yes, I'm sure.  I want you to love me."

"Then you will be loved, my darling," said Ellie.

"What should I do?"

"Whatever comes to you.  In love, everything is okay."

Devon lowered his head, letting his tongue flick out and over the
still-forming buds on Kendra's chest, the touch sending jolts of excitement
through her.

"That tickles!," she said, as her mother joined in, gently sucking on the
other nipple.

"Yeah, feels nice, doesn't it?"

"It sure does!"

Kendra gave in to the many sensations, allowing herself to be carried away
by the moment.  While her parents explored her body, Kendra let her hands
roam freely over theirs.  Smooth hardness on one side contrasted sharply
against the silky softness on the other as her hands touched everything
within their reach.  Was it hot in here, or what!

Devon worked his way down Kendra's body until he reached her nearly-hairless
sex, noticing the fine hairs which were beginning to sprout.  Gently, he
parted her legs and let his tongue slide between the sweet flesh until it
reached the small bud of her clitoris.  The results were electric!

Kendra had been sucking on the nipple Ellie had offered her, bringing back
pleasant memories of her, ahem, younger days as an infant when she felt the
first touch of her father's mouth.  His kisses 'down there' were really
heating up the room when his tongue slid wetly across a certain spot when
the world exploded in her head.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as the nipple fell from her hungry lips, her back
arching upwards in response.  "What was that?"

Ellie kissed her on the ear and whispered, "Just your father loving you. 
How does it feel?"

As Devon continued to lick her clitoris, Kendra was caught in a mixture of
emotions - answering her mother's question suddenly became a difficult thing
to do.  Kendra wrapped her arms tightly around her mother and held on for
dear life.

Devon was lost in lapping up the sweet offerings of his daughter's pussy as
he inserted his tongue into her.  Glancing upwards, he saw the look of total
surprise cross the youngster's face as she held on to her mother, who was
stroking her lightly and whispering calming words into her ear.  Seeing all
was well, he returned to his licking and sucking, lifting Kendra's legs
higher to expose more of her.

Ellie was beginning to feel left out.  She managed to escape Kendra's grasp
and positioned herself until her brother's manhood was directly in front of
her.  Ellie closed her mouth around the spongy glans and sucked hard.

Kendra felt a moment of disappointment as her mother moved away.  Looking
down, she could see her father's penis disappearing into Ellie's mouth,
which made her father suck harder and faster on her rapidly overheating
center.  Turning her head, she looked right into her mother's sex, hidden
behind a mass of curly hair.  With her only free hand - the other was now
full of her father's hair, Kendra reached up and slid her fingers into the
tangle of hair, finding it very wet and very hot.  Gathering more courage,
Kendra searched around the wetness, letting her fingers explore every inch.
A chain-reaction of events was taking place:  As Devon ate Kendra, she
worked her hand faster between Ellie's legs.  In turn, Ellie was enticed
into gobbling down more of Devon's shaft, which accelerated his efforts
between Kendra's legs.

As with all good things, this one was quickly coming to the end.  For
Kendra, the world just went crazy as something broke loose inside of her. 
Unknowingly, she jammed her rather small hand into Ellie's vagina up to her
wrist, setting off an intense orgasm within the older woman.  As Ellie got
washed away, flooding Kendra's hand with hot juices, she sucked harder on
Devon's swollen glans.  A twitch, and she soon tasted the warm stickiness of
his seed as he thrust into her mouth.

For a long moment, they lay very still, each one lost in their own feelings.
 Ellie reached down and removed Kendra's hand from her wet orifice before
sitting up.  Looking over at her brother, she could see him recovering, his
chest heaving as he sucked in long, deep breaths.  Turning her attention to
Kendra, she placed a hand on her tummy, feeling the muscles trembling
slightly.

"Kendra, honey?"

Kendra's eyes were partially closed - her lips parted slightly.  For a
moment, she didn't respond and Ellie became worried.  As she touched her
face, Ellie was surprised to find it wet with tears.

"Kendra?"

"Hmm?"

Relieved, Ellie asked, "Are you okay, honey?"

"Hmm?"

Devon had joined Ellie by their daughter's side, exchanging worried looks -
until Kendra smiled.

"Hi, Dad.  Hi, Mom.  Where are we?"  Kendra raised her head and tried to
focus her eyes onto her surroundings.  Finding it made her dizzy, she let
Ellie cradle her head, snuggling up to the warmth of her mother's body.

"You're in our bedroom - do you remember what happened?"

"Hmm?" came the sleepy reply.

"Guess not," replied Devon.

Ellie looked into the now-sleeping face of her daughter.  "Let her sleep -
we'll talk to her in the morning."

Yawning, Devon agreed.  With their loving daughter between them, Devon and
Ellie drifted off into a peaceful sleep.


Part V, Chapter Four

Kendra had never felt so warm and comfortable before in her young life. 
Visions of warm summer days floated through her mind; she knew she was so
very happy.  Everything was so right in the world!

Her pleasant thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud noise, causing her
to open her eyes.  Yawning, she tried to stretch, only to find herself
unable to move.  Still a little disoriented, it took her a few seconds to
realize where she was, where the noise was coming from - and why she
couldn't move!  Fully opening her eyes, blinking against the ray of sunlight
peeking into the room, she looked into her mother's sleeping face.  If her
mother was here, then the noise she heard must be...

Reaching out, her hand came in contact with her father's hardness, throbbing
gently against his stomach.  He grunted something Kendra couldn't make out
and shifted slightly at her touch.  Realization dawned on her as the
memories of the previous night returned with full force.

"They loved me," she whispered, feeling a soothing calm embrace her. 
Turning her head, she looked at her mother - and found her looking back at
her!

"Good morning, little one!  How are you?"

"Fine, thank you.  I slept like a log.  Did we...?"

"We most certainly did, sweetie.  Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes, I did.  But..."

"But what?"

"Was that all there is to it?"  Deep inside, Kendra hoped there would be
much more.

"Oh, yes!  There's so much we have to show you - but you can't learn it all
at one time!"

Kendra smiled happily.  "I can't wait to learn more!"

Ellie got a deliciously evil thought at that moment.  Keeping her voice low,
she whispered "You ready for lesson number two?"  She looked over at her
sleeping brother and smiled.

Kendra followed her mother's gaze, coming to rest on Devon's erection.  To a
nine-year-old, it appeared impossibly huge.  She looked back at her mother
with a questioning look, not really knowing what to do.

Ellie could see the doubt on the youngster's face and gave her a hint by
sliding a finger in and out of her mouth.

Kendra's eyes went wide - was her mother kidding?  How was she supposed to
get that huge snake into her mouth?  Still, she loved challenges...  Slowly,
Kendra moved towards her sleeping father, eyes focused on her objective
until her face was just mere inches away.  She stole a look back at Ellie,
who nodded and smiled.

Taking a deep breath, Kendra examined her victim... uh, father closely,
fascinated at the length and thickness of him.  Ringed with large veins, it
throbbed like it had a life of its own.  Licking her lips - and taking one
last look at her mother, Kendra allowed her pink tongue to extend and touch
the beautifully sculpted crown of his penis.  Withdrawing, she sampled
Devon's somewhat tangy taste and, finding it pleasant, bent once again. 
Carefully, she took him into her small hand, marveling at the way it felt -
smooth, yet hard.

As she shifted her position slightly she squeezed the shaft, causing a clear
drop of... something to appear at the tip.  Kendra looked toward her mother,
who helped her by opening her mouth and closing it on the tip of her finger
and sucking until the tip of her finger appeared.  Trembling with
anticipation - and a bit of fear, Kendra captured the pulsing glans, closing
her tiny mouth around it.  She sucked gently and the salty drops coated her
tongue.  Finding them rather tasty she swirled her tongue around, searching
for more drops.

Devon moaned slightly and, unknowingly, shifted his position.  The movement
slid a full inch of cock into Kendra's mouth, triggering her gag reflex for
a moment and filling her mouth with saliva that ran in rivulets down the
shaft.

Ellie held her breath when seeing Kendra's moment of distress.  Although it
looked as if the youngster had things under control, she flashed her an "OK"
and relaxed when Kendra nodded in return.  Sticking out her tongue, Ellie
made circling motions with it against the tip of her finger.

Kendra was beginning to understand how this was done.  Emboldened by her
success so far, she let her tongue flow over her father's cock-head,
delighted in the taste and feel.  A bit braver still, she tried to imitate
the bobbing motion she saw her mother use last night.  Oh, yeah, this was
much better - and easier, too - than trying to hold it in her mouth.  Slowly
increasing her speed, Kendra lost herself in her task.  She learned if she
pushed the skin up along the shaft, more of those tasty drops would appear.

Devon was dreaming - or at least he thought so.  In his dream, full sensuous
lips were surrounding his penis, giving him incredible pleasure.  He smiled,
relaxing to enjoy the special treat his dream was giving him...

Ellie's smile matched Devon's as she watched her little girl enjoying
herself.  She was gaining confidence, her actions becoming bolder and sure.
It wouldn't take very long now.

Kendra's tongue poked and prodded the tiny slit she discovered for a few
seconds before running along the ridges of the crown.  She found a curiously
flat spot, where the ridges met and ran her tongue over it, feeling Devon's
shaft jerk in her hand.

"Did I do that?" she asked herself and did it again.  This time, the
elongated snake jerked twice, dumping more of the delicious stuff onto her
tongue.

In his dream, Devon was close to spilling his seed into that wonderful
mouth.  He reached down and cupped his hands around the face of the dream
person pleasing him.  He wanted to thrust into that face but he didn't want
to ruin the glorious feelings.  Any moment, now - oh, God, this was feeling
so good!

Ellie could see - and Kendra could feel - Devon's cock pulsing strongly with
each passing second as the youngster continued to probe the flat spot
continuously.  Ellie looked past Kendra's fist, noting how tight Devon's sac
had become.

Devon felt himself right on the edge of orgasm, the incredibly delicious
feeling building inside him.  They raced along his nerve endings, crossing a
certain threshold.  Devon began to wake up as the orgasmic tide continued to
swell.  Of their own volition, his eyes opened; he looked down and saw...

The sight of Kendra's face full of throbbing maleness, coupled with the
onrushing force of ejaculation kicked Devon right over the edge.

"Kenny?" he managed to say before the intense feeling overtook him.  He hit
the wall hard as his seed flowed into her hot mouth.

"Oh, SHIT!!"

Kendra was in over her head as the hot, sticky liquid quickly filled her
mouth, spilling out over her lips, down the exposed shaft and onto her hand.
 "This new stuff has a stronger taste," she thought while trying to hold
onto the jerking snake in her hand.  She grabbed on with both hands as Devon
continued to empty himself.

Devon was locked in the stasis grip of his orgasm/ejaculation.  He couldn't
think, couldn't move - all he could do was pump sperm into his daughter's
mouth until, finally, he was released from the paralysis, drained and, yes,
sated.

Kendra rose to a sitting position, covered with goo.  It was all over her
hands and face - and it felt wonderful!

While Devon struggled with trying to figure out what was going on, Ellie
moved next to Kendra and began to lick the cooling seed from her daughter's
face.  Scooping up a small bit of it, Ellie slipped her tongue between
Kendra's lips, giving the exhausted youngster some of the fruits of her
labors.

Kendra felt her mother's tongue inside her mouth along with the gobbet of
sticky stuff.  Still very new at all of this, she awkwardly returned Ellie's
kiss, feeling the stuff sliding down her throat.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine - did I do it right?"

Ellie looked over at the blank look on Devon's face before looking back at
Kendra.  "I think you did just fine, baby.  I also think your father knows
you really do love him - even if he doesn't know where he is right now!"

Mother and daughter laughed as they made their way into the bathroom,
leaving Devon in the bed wondering what he missed.


Part V, Chapter Five

"She did what?"  Lorne managed to ask between peals of laughter.

"You heard me, Dad," Devon said, his face darkening.  "I thought I was
dreaming an when I woke up, I saw Kendra sucking away on me like it was
nobody's business."

"You know Ellie put her up to it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I figured as much.  You know what the surprising part was?"

"What?"

"She was incredible.  Dad, I'm telling you, she handled it like an old pro."
 Devon looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Well, maybe not like
an old pro, but she didn't do bad for her first time."

Lorne watched his son with undisguised amusement; the younger man was
obviously beside himself in disbelief.  He was also aware of a feeling of
pride swelling in his heart, seeing Devon carrying on the family tradition.

"Well, son, I'm glad to see things are starting to work out for you. 
Where's Kenny now?"

"Upstairs with Mom, El and Eti, I think, probably talking about me - I think
my ears feel a little warm."

Lorne chuckled again.  "Hey, don't look to me for sympathy!"

Devon smiled sheepishly.  "I didn't really expect any."

"Glad to hear it.  How's the house coming along?"

*   *   *

Kendra lay next to Etienne, paying close attention to what her great aunt
was saying, not daring to even blink lest she miss something.

"...then you spread these open, like so and - there's what you're looking
for."

Kendra watched in utter fascination as Eti spread Kymber's labia, exposing
her clitoris.  On the other side of Kymber, Ellie watched passively.

Kymber, however, was just on the other side of heaven, enjoying being the
'practice dummy' for the youngest member of the family.  So far, she'd been
kissed, licked and nibbled by both Eti and Ellie, no part of her upper body
was left untouched.  And, of course, after being shown what to do, young
Kendra had to practice.  Her nipples still tingled after a particularly
energetic sucking from Kenny.

"What do I do next?" Kendra asked, clearly enjoying this class in loving.

"Oh, that's easy, sweetheart," Eti answered.  "You use your tongue like
this..."  Eti lowered her mouth to Kymber's waiting flesh, using her tongue
to paint a wide, wet stripe the entire length of her slit, then lightly
caressing the exposed head of her clitoris with just the tip.

Kymber shivered at the raspy feel of Eti's tongue, sighing with contentment.
 She felt the evasive muscle at her entrance, probing gently and she tried
to capture it - to no avail.  Kymber knew this to be very valuable for
Kendra's sake - but damn!  Etienne's teasing was driving her insane.

"Now, you try it," Eti instructed, switching places with Kendra.

Kendra moved into position and, as instructed, lifted Kymber's knees and
spread them.  Next, her fingers searched through the thicket of auburn hair
until she found what she was looking for and with renewed confidence, opened
her aunt's outer labia.

"Hey!  You were right!  It's right where you said it would be!"

The three older women bit back their laughter.

"Of course it is, honey," Ellie said.  "My mother wouldn't lie to you."

Licking her lips, Kendra proceeded to the next part of the test.  Lowering
her mouth, she let her tongue paint a swatch of saliva from the bottom of
Kymber's slit to the top of her clitoris, pausing to flutter her tongue
across the head.

For Kymber, it was one lick too many, for her barely contained lust escaped
the cage she was holding it in.  As Kendra continue to lick and tease,
Kymber looked at Ellie and used her head to call her.  When Ellie leaned
forward, Kymber surprised her by suddenly reaching up and locking their lips
together.  Instinctively, Ellie returned the kiss as she melted into the
older woman's arms.

Etienne watched the scene, also surprised at the suddenness of Kymber's
movement.  "Well, Kenny," she said while moving to a position just behind
the youngster.  "It looks like you've started something.  Eti used her hands
to move Kendra's legs until she was on her knees.  Turning onto her back
into the desired position, Etienne helped herself to Kendra's young flesh,
using her moist tongue as an artist would use a paintbrush.

Meanwhile, Kymber's lust raged out of control as she lavished hot, wet
kissed on each of Ellie's erect nipples while rubbing her niece's clit
furiously.

"Oh, yes," Ellie moaned.  "Oh, right there, Kymmie.  Do it, oh, do it!"  Her
own lust rapidly catching up to her, Ellie changed one source of pleasure
for another, straddling the older woman's face and lowering her pussy onto
her mouth.

"Oh, shit yes!  Now that's more like it!"  Ellie cried out delightedly as
her aunt brought her talented mouth to bear on her heated flesh.  Ellie
looked down at her daughter, who was giving it the old college try.  "Eat
her, baby, show Kymmie how much you love her!"

Like Kendra really needed the extra encouragement!  Etienne's tongue in her
hot pussy, combined with the dizzying taste, feel and scent of Kymber's cunt
was proving to be more than she could deal with at one time.  Not
experienced with being able to concentrate on more than one thing at a time,
Kendra abandoned her grandmother's soaking wet snatch, feeling the wetness
left on her face.

No problem there, though.  Ellie quickly took her daughter's place between
Kymber's legs, determined to give as good as she was getting - and then
some.

Kendra shook with the electric feeling of Eti's tongue probing her insides.
Unable to remain in the sitting position any longer, Kendra fell forward -
and right into the biggest clit (that was the word for it, wasn't it?) she'd
seen yet, knowing she just had to 'practice' on it as well.  After Etienne
assisted her by spreading her legs wide, Kendra captured the giant-sized
clit, shocked at the size and feel of it.  It filled her mouth, hot and fat
- this was so much fun!

*   *   *

"So you figured out how to get the computer to turn the lights on and off
after all!"  Lorne asked before taking another sip of his drink.

"Yeah, it took a while..."  Devon stopped in mid-sentence.

"What's wrong, son?" Lorne asked, instantly alert.

"Nothing, I think.  You know, they've been up there an awful long time."

"What's your point?"

"Don't you think we should check on them or something?"

"You're kidding, right?  Stop worrying about Kenny; I'm sure they're filling
her head with all kinds of good things."

*   *   *

Kendra felt the first hot spurts of her grandmother's juices splash onto her
tongue; the taste surprising her - but not as much as the sheer volume of
stuff that just seem to keep pouring from just above the Eti's gaping slit.
It just kept coming as Kendra lifted her head.  Beneath her, Etienne shook
wildly as the orgasmic storm pounded her.

"Ah, ah!" Eti gasped, burying her face as far as she could get it between
Kendra's legs.  Latching onto the rather small bud of clitoris, Eti sucked -
hard.

A bomb went off inside of Kendra as her first female-induced orgasm ripped
through her.  "Oh, my! Grandmom?  It's happening..."  Another explosion tore
its way through the helpless youngster as Eti continue to suck the twitching
finger of flesh.  Drained and feeling wasted, Kendra collapsed onto Etienne,
holding on for dear life as she succumbed to the little death.

*   *   *

"So what do you think they're doing?"

"Who cares, Dev?  What's with you anyway?"

"I guess I'm being a little overprotective, Dad."

"I have no idea why; your daughter is in good hands."

*   *   *

Kymber had polished off Ellie in no time flat - who said you lose something
when you get older - searching for another body to ravage.  She didn't have
to look far.  Emerald green eyes locked on Kendra's prone form - it was time
for a little payback, wouldn't you say?

The object of Kymber's lust had just about recovered from the most intense
feeling she'd ever had, which was really saying something, since she had
only felt this feeling one time before.  Feeling the bed dip slightly,
Kendra looked up just in time to see her other grandmother dive into her
overheated sex.  Raw, intense sensations bit at her nerve endings as
Kymber's tongue pierced her young slit, a kaleidoscope of colors racing
through her head.  Unable to resist, Kendra surrendered to Kymber's
unwavering, relentless attention.

"Ooh, what the hell was that?" Ellie sat up, shaking her head to clear the
cobwebs.  She didn't have a chance to find out, however.  Armed with a
gigantic strap-on dildo, Etienne was on her before she knew it.  Ellie cried
out more in surprise than pain as the oversized implement tore into her,
filling her beyond anything she'd felt since giving birth to Kenny.

"Oh, shit - NO!!" she screamed as Eti withdrew and impaled her daughter with
the unyielding rubberized cock.

"Oh, yes, my love!  This is a little something I've been saving just for
you!"  Eti grinned evilly as she punished Ellie's slit with short, savage
strokes.  "How do you like it, love?"

"Christ, it's huge!" Ellie managed to say as her body was rocked once again
with the force of her mother's urgent thrusts.

"I thought you'd like it, babe," Etienne said.

This wasn't an ordinary marital aid!  Eti's own sheath was filled with a
slightly smaller version of the implement she was using on her daughter. 
Each time she surged into Ellie, the motion shoved the dildo buried in her a
little deeper.  To add to the user's pleasure, there was a series of rubber
fingers, positioned just right to provide exquisite pleasure to the wearer's
clitoris.

*   *   *

Lorne looked in the direction of the stairs leading upstairs then glanced at
his watch.

"They have been up there for a while, haven't they?"

"That's what I was saying an hour ago."

Lorne shrugged.  "Let's give them a few more minutes - the we'll go check on
them.  Maybe they're taking a nap or something."

"Or something," agreed Devon.

*   *   *

Etienne slowly withdrew the dildo from Ellie, satisfied her daughter
wouldn't be waking up any time sooner.  Her own passions were just about to
give out; between the mini-dildo inside her, the rubber fingers against her
clit, and the unbridled joy in fucking her darling daughter into oblivion,
Eti was ready to take a nap herself - but not before she got to use her
little toy on Kymber.

Kymber was quite unaware of the 'danger' approaching from the rear.  Her
entire attention was focused on sucking the last dregs of girl-juice from
her granddaughter.  Getting to her knees, Kymber leaned forward to kiss
Kendra tenderly.

"Hey, babe - you okay?"

Kendra opened her eyes just long enough to answer.  "Yes, thank you, I'm
fine.  Dinner was good."  Her eyes closed again as she drifted off to sleep.

Kymber laughed softly as she gathered herself onto her knees, moving to one
side as not to awaken the sated youngster.  Just in time to feel the 12-inch
long, 4-inch thick dildo bludgeon its way into her.

"Hi there, my darling step-mother; I've been waiting for you!"

"Ugh!" Kymber grunted as the huge tool pulled out and slammed into her
again.  She felt her sister/daughter get a firm grip on her shapely hips to
hold her steady - and to keep Kymber from escaping.

"Damn it!  I don't know where you got that from, but keep it going, darling.
 Ream me with it!"

"Oh, you can count on it, dearest," Etienne answered, her voice low and
husky.

*   *   *

"Okay, I've had just about enough of waiting!  I'm going up there!"  Devon
launched himself out of his chair, heading for the staircase.

"Devon!  Hold up!"  Lorne almost tripped over his own chair attempting to
catch up with his impatient son.

Being younger and, hence, faster, Devon made it up the steps, taking them
three at a time, stopping at the top.  Looking left then right, he tried to
determine where the women were.  On a hunch, Devon headed towards his old
bedroom - with his father right behind him.

*   *   *

Etienne looked down at the perspiration-drenched form of her step-mother,
taking extra care in removing the mini-dildo from her tender orifice.  Even
semi-conscious, Kymber's prone form continued to twitch in response as her
final orgasm cascaded through her.  Nodding to herself and feeling quite
satisfied with a job well done, Eti placed the impressive implement on the
floor next to the bed before curling up next to the closest warm body,
falling instantly asleep.

*   *   *

Lorne caught up with Devon just as he reached the door of his former room. 
"I wouldn't go in there," he warned.

"Why not?  Is there something going on you're not telling me?"

Lorne held up his hands defensively.  "No, no.  Of course not, son."

"Then there's no reason why I shouldn't go in."

Lorne had to think about that for a moment before answering.  "No, I suppose
not."

"I didn't think so."

Devon turned the doorknob and gave it a little push, the door opening
soundlessly.  Peering around the doorjamb and looking to the left, he didn't
see anything out of the ordinary, so he poked his head further into the
room, looking to the right.

Behind him, Lorne whispered, "What is it?  What do you see?"

Devon stepped fully into the room, followed by his father, who followed his
gaze.

"Will you look at this?" Devon whispered.

"Oh, my goodness," breathed Lorne.  "What the hell happened in here?"

Father and son looked in total disbelief at the women of the Williams
family, all peacefully sleeping with their bodies interlaced with one
another.

"I'll be damned if I know, Dad," Devon admitted, noticing his daughter
nestled like a spoon against his mother, thumb in mouth, sound asleep.  And
totally naked, just like his mother, aunt, and sister.

Lorne scratched his head.  "Whatever it was, it must have really been
something - it's a shame we missed it."

As he crossed to the night stand to turn off the light, Devon's foot brushed
against something.  "Hey, look at this!"  He bent over and picked up the
object, holding it up for his father to see.

"Jesus!"  Lorne exclaimed, taking the monster dildo from Devon.  "What in
the world is this?"

Devon had made his way back to his father's side.  "I've got a better
question.  Who used it on whom?"  He frowned for a moment before his eyes
went wide with alarm.

Lorne saw the look - he was thinking the same thing.  "I'm sure they
didn't..." he started.

"Lord, I hope not!" Devon hissed, going over to Kendra's sleeping form. 
Gently, he opened her legs, looking for any signs of blood and finding none.
 Gingerly, he inserted a finger into her.

Kendra smiled and said, "Yummy.  More please."

Lorne and Devon exchanged mystified looks, both wondering what she was
dreaming.

Devon's finger continued to probe his daughter's tight orifice until he came
in contact with her hymen.  Finding it intact, he withdrew his finger,
noticing it was slick with girl stuff.

He motioned for his father to follow him out of the room.  Once safely in
the hallway, Devon first sniffed then sucked the juices from his finger.

"Well, that thing wasn't used on her, but she's had herself one hell of an
evening."

Lorne nodded in agreement.  "I can't wait to hear about this in the
morning."


Part V, Chapter Six

"Will you please sit still!"

Kendra winced under her mother's sharp tone, willing herself to sit
patiently while Ellie finished with her hair.

"I can't help it," she complained.  "I'm a little nervous."

Ellie inserted an amber-colored bead, putting the finishing touch on the
last braid.  "I know this is a big event for you, but it's nothing to get
wired over."

Kendra turned and looked at her mother.  "I'm a few hours away from becoming
a woman and you think it's nothing to be wired about?"

Ellie regarded the 13-year-old with a mixture of pride and amusement.  She
and Devon had agreed the day after the all-girl orgy on waiting a while
before Kendra would be allowed to officially give up her virginity.  The
decision was met with a great deal of disappointment, however.  Ellie
remembered how much Kendra had protested all too well.

*   *   *

"But, Mom!  I'm ready for it!"  Twelve years old, going on thirty, Kendra
stomped across the room, flopping down on Devon's recliner.

"I'm sure you really believe that, Kenny.  The bad news is I don't agree
with you."

"You're being unreasonable."

Ellie hated when Kendra got like this.  "I am not being unreasonable.  In
fact, it's more reasonable than you can imagine."

"I have to have him inside me - I need to feel my father's cock inside me."

A bit of a filthy mouth, too, it would seem.

"And I want you to have him - it's all he talks about anymore.  But, you're
not old enough for the implant."

"Oh, that again."

"Yes, that - again.  Your father and I feel it would be better for you to
wait until you've had the contraceptive implant done.  This way, you can go
for what you know without ever having to worry about having children at your
age."

"It didn't seem to stop you.  I remember you telling me you were 16 when you
had me."

Ellie knew where this was going - they've had this argument monthly for the
last three years.  "Your grandfather hadn't invented it then - and you know
it."  She made a point of tapping the bracelet worn on her left wrist.

"Sometime I think Granddad invented it just to frustrate me."

Ellie rolled her eyes heavenward.  "Kendra, please.  Try to look at it from
our point."

Kendra didn't have one problem understanding her mother's point.  In fact,
she actually agreed with it - better to be safe than sorry.  This was just
Kendra's way of pushing the situation, hoping to get under her mother's skin
just enough to allow her to join with her father.

"I know where you stand.  I have to be 13 to legally have the implant and I
won't be 13 for another three months."

"Then why do we have to keep going through this?"

"I might get lucky and you'll change your mind."  Kendra flashed her mother
an impish smile.

"Fat chance, young lady.  Nice try, though.  Now, let's get ready for
dinner."

"Oh, all right."

*   *   *

It seemed to Kendra the three months lasted three years.  She glanced down
at the gold and silver bracelet on her left wrist.  Born from Lorne's
genetic scanner technology, the bracelet was the only visible part of the
contraceptive device.  Implanted under the skin of her forearm, just above
her wrist, a receiving device had been placed - the bracelet was the
transmitter.  Attuned precisely to her genetic structure, the transmitter
sent a coded signal to the receiver which prevented her from becoming
pregnant.  If pregnancy was desired after implantation, all the wearer had
to do was remove the bracelet and place it in a special box which cut off
the signal.  Since no two genetic patterns were exactly alike, each bracelet
had its own unique signal.

Kendra didn't quite understand how it worked, even though her grandfather
and father explained it to her a few times.  She knew the bracelet
represented a breakthrough of major proportions to the medical community, as
well as making her grandfather an extremely wealthy man; however, to Kendra
it meant the fulfillment of a life-long desire.

"When will Dad be home?"

Ellie looked at the wall clock.  "In about forty-five minutes.  You'd better
go get ready."

Kendra nodded and headed for her bedroom.  Once inside, she stood in front
of the mirror as she undressed.  Pulling her shirt over her head exposed her
breasts, taking note of her nipples which were already erect in
anticipation.  Frowning, she remembered her father liked her mother's large,
pendulous breasts; immediately, she worried about whether or not he'd find
hers attractive.  "I'm sure he'll like them - he spends a lot of time
looking at them," she assured herself.  Satisfied, her gaze when down her
flat tummy to the nest of light brown hair surrounding her mons.

"A little too bushy," she said aloud.  Opening a drawer, Kendra withdrew a
pair of scissors.  Soon the room was filled with the slight sound of hair
being cut as she trimmed the excess hair.  After a few well-placed snips,
Kendra was finally satisfied with the results.  Checking the clock by the
bed, Kendra saw she only had twenty minutes to get ready.

After making sure her braids were covered, Kendra stepped into the shower
spray.  The hot water soothed and relaxed her tense body.  Grabbing the body
shampoo, Kendra quickly worked up a luxurious lather; within minutes, she
was clean and refreshed.  Stepping from the warmth of the shower into the
relative coolness of the bathroom sent a delicious chill through her,
further hardening her nipples.

Kendra quickly dried herself.  After remembering to hang up the damp towel,
she rushed into her room, looking at the clock.

She muttered a curse; "I've only got ten minutes left!"  Kendra was in the
process of spraying her favorite perfume on her when a soft chime sounded -
the intercom her father had installed a couple of years ago when she had
fractured her ankle after falling out of a tree.

"Kenny?"

"Yes, Mom - I'm here."

"Your father's home."

"I'm almost ready."

Ellie could tell her daughter had been rushing to complete her preparation.
Serves her right for taking too long in the shower!

"Take your time, honey; he just went upstairs and should be in the bathroom
even as we speak."

"Does he suspect anything?"  Kendra was counting on taking her father
completely by surprise.

"Not a thing."

"Mom, thanks."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"Enjoy yourself, darling."

"I will, believe me!"

Kendra could hear her mother's soft laughter just before the intercom
clicked off.  Another glance at the clock told her she had about five extra
minutes.  Crossing to her closet, she reached inside to retrieve the package
containing the teddy nightgown she'd bought for this special night.

Removing it from the box, Kendra held it up to the light, hoping her father
would like its sea-green color.  More, she really hoped he loved what the
teddy contained!

The silk-and-lace garment felt deliciously cool against her skin.  Turning,
she made one final check.  Hair braided in her customary corn-rows, no
make-up, just a hint of perfume.  Perfect.  Turning out the light, she went
to fulfill her destiny.

*   *   *

Devon felt human once again after his shower, glad to have the dried
perspiration and dirt off and down the drain.  With some luck, his parents
would enjoy the new shrubbery for years to come.  He sat on the edge of the
bed taking a moment to view the spectacular sunset.

"I am one lucky man.  Can it ever get any better than this?" he said aloud,
stretching out on the bed.  The sun had disappeared in a blaze of gold and
orange, along with the prettiest shade of violet he'd ever seen.

"Yes," he repeated.  "A lucky man."  Smiling at his good fortune, Devon
closed his eyes for some much needed rest.  Or so he thought.

Kendra stood before the closed door trying to calm herself - to no avail. 
Instead of knocking, she walked away, silently cursing her foolishness.

"It's not like I've never been here before.  It's not like we've never done
anything, so why am I nervous?"

"Because," she said, answering her own question, "tonight we play for
keeps."  Having settled matters with herself, Kendra returned to the door,
knocking on it with conviction.

"Come in."

Kendra took another moment to make sure everything was perfect before
entering the room, which was in total darkness.  The anxious young woman was
momentarily blinded during the transition from the light in the hallway to
the darkness of the room.

Devon, however, was completely acclimated to the darkness.  "Hi, Kenny! 
What can I do for you, honey?"

With her eyes slowly adjusting, Kendra moved in the direction of her
father's voice.  "There's something we need to discuss if you have the
time."

Devon felt the fatigue fall away at her announcement; anything which
concerned Kenny required his undivided attention.  For example, he noticed
Kendra wasn't in her usual nighttime attire - especially since it wasn't bed
time.

"Come on over, sit, and let's talk," he said, patting a spot next to him on
the bed.

Her heart pounding, Kendra sat next to him.

"That's a lovely outfit you've got on - is it new?"

"Yes - I've never worn it before."

"You look good in it.  What's on your mind?"

Kendra's mind picked that precise moment to draw a blank.

"Kenny?"

"Huh?"

"You said you wanted to talk, so talk!"

"Um, well, I love you very much."

"Thanks, hon.  I love you, too."

"We've had a lot of fun together and you've taught me a great deal about
love."

"You're too kind, darling."

Kendra frowned; this wasn't going the way she planned.  Didn't he notice her
perfume or the way the teddy showed off her breasts in such an enticing way?

"Was there something else you wanted to say, dear?"

Frustration began to set in, making Kendra feel as if she were five again. 
Okay.  So much for the coy approach.  Looking into her father's eyes (or in
the general direction, anyway), she said, "I just have one other thing to
say."

It was all Devon could do to keep from laughing hysterically.  Somehow he
managed long enough to say, "What's that."

Kendra held out her left arm in response.

"Hey, you've been implanted!  Congratulations!  You know what that means,
don't you?"

"No, what?" Kendra's deepening frustration was beginning to show.

Devon sat forward until his nose was mere centimeters from Kendra's.  "It
means, my love, I am going to eat you alive and love you like you've never
been loved before."  Cupping Kendra's face in his hands, Devon kissed his
daughter deeply.

Kendra melted into his embrace, his tongue reawakening her desire to become
one with him.  His hands, cool against her rapidly heating flesh, missed
nothing as he fondled Kendra through the flimsy material of the negligee.

Devon broke the kiss, looking into Kendra's eyes for only a moment before
untying the silken cord holding things in place.

"You are so lovely," he whispered.  "I've been waiting for this moment for a
very long time."

Kendra's only response was to moan softly as Devon opened the gossamer
strands of her nightie, exposing her breasts.  Soft, fluttering kisses lips
trailed lusty fire along her neck while his fingers toyed with hard,
sensitive nipples.

Devon pressed his daughter onto her back before continuing, inhaling the
scent of baby-soft skin at her throat.

"Oh, yes.  This is so nice," he muttered, lowering his mouth to capture an
erect nipple, nipping it with his teeth.  All Kendra could do was submit to
her father's energy as one nipple, then the other, received lavish
attention, heighten her lust and fueling her desire.

"More, please give me more," Kendra purred.

"Whatever you wish, my lady."  Standing, Devon removed his briefs freeing
his manhood, pausing for a moment for Kendra to take in the sight.

"Yeah," she cooed.  "That's what I want.  Give it to me, Daddy."

"Oh, no!  Did you think it would be that easy?"

"Please, don't tease me."

Devon laughed softly as he removed the nearly invisible panties.  "I'm not
through with you yet," he teased, moving to cover her mons with his mouth,
his talented tongue expertly cleaving her labia to flutter against her
clitoris.

Kendra's back arched at the contact, her back arching.  "You bastard!" she
shrieked, grabbing two hands full of curly hair to hold him against her
center.  "Eat me, you fucker!  Eat my pussy!"

Devon smiled - he just loved it when she got like this.  It never failed to
excite him and this time wasn't any different.  He sucked Kenny's clit
savagely as the young woman continue to curse him, humping her pussy against
his face.

"Go, go, go," she chanted as an orgasm wormed its way along her nerve
endings.  "One more, damn it, gimme another.  Work it, Daddy!"

Devon's passions were fired and running at full throttle.  He slipped a
finger inside her, feeling her slick juices coat it.  He let it linger for a
few second as he continued to torture her clitoris.

"Oh, no you don't!  Get that finger out of there!  I only want one thing
inside me tonight!"

The hotter she got, the more filthy her mouth became.  What an interesting
transformation for someone normally quiet and reserved!  Devon let his
finger hang out for one more second before plunging it into her anus.

"SHIT, YES!"

Yeah, Kendra was clearly over the edge and having big fun, Devon thought, as
he slid into her tight orifice up to the second knuckle.  Without giving her
a chance to adjust, he pistoned the invading digit into her savagely several
times before removing it.

"Play time is over, little girl," he growled, forcing her legs open with his
hands.  "Your ass is mine!"

A chill went through Kendra at his words as she felt her father's hands
slide under her buttocks, lifting her.

"Daddy, no..." she protested weakly - and not meaning it one damned bit. 
Tiny jolts of ecstasy coursed through her as she felt the first touches of
his swollen glans.

"Too late, baby; I gotta do you - I just gotta love you."

"Do it, then."  Kendra held her breath as the pressure against her opening
increased.  The young woman shuddered as the spongy head passed into her,
coming to rest against her cherry.

"Come on, you bastard; don't make me wait for it."

Devon smiled evilly.  "Whatever you say."

A white-hot bolt of pain tore through Kendra as Devon plowed into her,
easily shredding the overmatched membrane.  With nothing to stand in his
way, Devon filled his daughter with hot, hard man-meat, feeling his balls
slap against her ass.

Devon held Kendra, kissing away the tears which flowed freely down her face,
not knowing if they were caused by his entrance or her happiness - or both.

"Hey, hey," he said softly.  "You okay?"

Kendra looked at him through tear-filled eyes.  "What did you stop for? 
You're not done yet."

"That's all I needed to hear," Devon said - and proceeded to pound the
living hell out of Kendra, fucking into her with short, hard strokes and
setting off a series of erotic explosions inside her body.  The pain quickly
became a distant memory, being as replaced by a soothing sense of fullness
as Devon stretched her wide and deep.

"How do you like it?  Is it what you thought it would be?"

"I never thought it could be like this."

"Kenny?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you so very much."  Four rapid thrusts pinned Kendra in place as
Devon's urgency grew.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she moaned feeling his cock beginning to swell
inside of her.  Kendra could feel his movements getting short and faster.

"DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" The curse exploded from his lips just as the first
strong spurt of semen jetted from him to coat her once-virginal sheath.

"Oh, shit - I can feel it!" Kendra was off in her own world as her father
continued to spill his love inside her.  The final wave was beginning to
crest inside her and Kendra rode it, reveling the high it gave her.

"Oh, no, oh, shit, OH FUCK!"  Kendra was a screaming, gyrating demon as she
crashed and burned with lust, the orgasmic riptide carrying her off.  She
struggled against the darkness which had appeared at the edge of her
consciousness as wave after wave of pleasure inundated her senses.

Devon continued to fuck into Kendra's spasming flesh, feeling spurt after
spurt of girl-juice flowing from her.  "Geez," he thought.  "Is she ever
gonna stop?"

Kendra continue to buck against him as the intense feelings took their toll
on her, overloaded already overtaxed senses.  Her motions became weaker and
erratic until, finally, she collapsed.

Devon looked down at the unconscious woman's perspiration drenched face,
smiling.  As he pulled his shrinking member from the tight grip of her
vagina, Devon couldn't help from feeling good and satisfied.  He got out of
the bed, going into the bathroom.  Closing the door, he flipped on the light
and examined his cock.  After running the water, he wiped away the
blood-streaked remnants of semen.  Grabbing another washcloth, he soaked it
before returning to the bed.

Devon hesitated for a moment to take a good look at his daughter.  Even
though she was out like the proverbial light - she always did it when a
particularly good orgasm got the better of her - Devon could see Kendra had
turned out to be a very lovely young woman.  Counting himself amongst the
luckiest of men, he applied the cool cloth to Kendra's overheated body.

The cool water did its job, reviving the exhausted woman.  Kendra's eyes
fluttered open and she smiled.

"I did it again, huh?"

Taking her hands in his, Devon said, "Looks like it, babe.  How do you
feel?"

"Good.  Happy.  Sore.  God, you are one huge man!"

"No, I'm not - it just feels that way now.  Don't worry, you'll get used to
it soon enough."

Devon placed the washcloth on the table beside him before joining Kendra on
the bed.  He kissed her softly several times while stroking her face.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Kenny?"

"Thank you for loving me."

"Thanks for letting me love you, darling.  Now, get some rest."

"'Kay," she muttered before drifting off to sleep.

After making sure Kendra was comfortable, Devon went to find Ellie.

Sitting in the kitchen, Ellie heard Devon's approach and greeted him with a
huge smile.

"You must have really done a number on her," she said after hugging and
kissing her brother.  "I could hear her all the way down here."

"Yeah, it was pretty wild," Devon admitted, taking a seat next to his
sister.  "You know, that girl has a very filthy mouth."

"Don't I know it!"

"I wonder where she picked up that bad habit," Devon mused while casting a
sideways glance at Ellie.

"Not from me," Ellie said - unconvincingly at that.

"Come on, El.  Let's use Kenny's room and get some sleep."

"Right behind you!"

Hand in hand, they climbed the stairs, stopping to check on Kendra who was
sleeping peacefully.

As they snuggled in Kendra's bed, Ellie said, "You've created a monster, you
know."

"Have I?"

"Just wait and see."


Part V, Chapter Seven

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the next,
emptiness.  Kendra experienced all these sensations as the hard penis
invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She held her
breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding
mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.  Wet,
slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal
factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Kenny sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely,
feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb as the man's
mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation
through her to be added to those already present.  The young woman added her
own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his,
causing him to grunt in appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body
meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his
thrusts.  Kendra lifted her shapely legs higher, to give the man greater
access to her sweltering sex.  Her senses were becoming overloaded, her body
literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage
thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar
tingling.  A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase
twofold.  Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes
closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick
tool grew larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting
sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth
hardness inside her.  A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her,
causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading shaft. 
Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.  Then
she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. 
Kendra floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his spurting
cock into her as if he could get further into her body.  The frantic
pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside her,
further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if
electrocuted.

Another contraction, another splash of juices to mix with his as, finally,
the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling.
The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her,
breathing heavily.

"You know, " she said, her voice cracking slightly, "For an old man, you
ain't half bad."

The man propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her smiling face. 
Laughing, he replied, "Seems you didn't think I was so old just a few
moments ago."

"A few moments ago, I wouldn't have cared if the earth opened and swallowed
me whole."  Kendra looked over at her grandfather with deep love and
affection.

"You were wonderful, Granddad; everything they said you were and them some."

"Aw, 'twas nothing!"  Lorne leaned across the short distance between them
and kissed Kendra while tweaking her still-erect nipple.

"Mmm," she moaned.  "Better watch yourself, old guy; don't start something
you can't finish."

"Not very damned likely, little girl," Lorne replied, running his hands
along the curves of her body.  "You're good, but you're not that good."

"I see you wanna find out the hard way," Kendra responded, moving slowly
toward him..

Lorne refused to back down.  "You'd better bring friends because you're
going to need them to save your young ass."

Kendra sat across Lorne feeling her passion renewing at his challenge,
biding her time for just the right moment.  Lorne relaxed and she made her
move, swiftly capturing his penis with her mouth, swirling her tongue around
the sensitive knob as fast and as hard as she could.

Lorne went from being completely relaxed to total rigidity, his raw nerve
endings screaming in protest.  His hands went to her bobbing head in an
attempt to remove the source, just as Kendra relaxed her throat and
swallowed him whole.  Instantly, the fiery sensations vanished - only to be
replaced by the luxurious feeling of his cock swelling in the deep recesses
of her mouth.

"Oh, it's gonna be like that, huh?  Granddaughter, you just bit off more
than you can chew."

Kendra ignored the seemingly empty threat; what could he possibly do? 
Satisfied that Lorne was bluffing, she continued to suck him, savoring the
unique flavor of pussy-flavored dick.  Working her way back to the tip of
his shaft, Kendra once again teased his knob with her tongue while massaging
his thickening shaft with her hand.

Lorne settled into the moment, loving the feel of Kenny's soft, wet mouth on
his flesh.  For long moments, he watched his granddaughter loving his cock
as it disappeared into her mouth.  He looked up from the intoxicating scene
taking place between his legs and nodded in apparent approval.

Kendra looked up at her grandfather just as he nodded, feeling a great deal
of pride and pleasure at his acknowledgment of her skills.  Taking a breath,
Kendra took Lorne deeper into her throat...

And felt the incredible impact of a steel-hard penis driving into her from
behind.  Shock and surprise registered on her face as she lost her hold on
Lorne's phallus.  "Pick on my father, will you?"  Devon's voice made Kendra
realized she had been set up from the very beginning.

"Didn't I teach you to respect your elders, Little One?  No?  Well, this is
the price you have to pay."

Lorne's low, lusty laugh reached her unbelieving ears.  "Son, your timing is
perfect, as always.  Shall we teach this little vixen of yours some proper
manners?"

Devon grunted as he drove into his daughter.  "Why the hell not?"  Grabbing
two hands full of young, sweet ass, he removed his cock from her reawakened
pussy, holding her firmly in place while Lorne shifted his position under
her.  Devon reached down with one hand and massaged his father's penis,
stopping long enough to give the head a generous dollop of saliva before
positioning it at the entrance of Kendra's cunt.

"Ready?" Devon asked his father, who responded by nodded.

"No!" Kendra screamed.  "What are you..."

"Shut up, woman," Lorne said with a viciousness he really didn't feel.  He
did, however, know of her fondness for hot, raunchy, no-holds-barred sex. 
Although not his preferred methods, he played his role to perfection.

With an arm around her waist to prevent escape, Devon guided Kendra's
quivering center onto his father's cock.  Then, using his hands on her
shoulders, Devon sat her down - hard.

Kendra gasped at the sudden penetration, her breath releasing in one long
hiss.  She looked down at her grandfather with lust-filled eyes.

"You think I can't handle this?  Old man, you're dead wrong!"  To prove her
point, Kendra began to ride his maleness, slamming her buttocks down hard. 
She let a curse fall from her lips as the knob of Lorne's cock rammed into
her womb.  "Oh, shit, yes!  I love this fucking thing!"

Her father's voice appeared in her ear.  "Then you'll like this even
better!"

Without warning, the crown of his penis pressed against the opening of her
anus.  As the bulbous head passed into her, Devon grunted with the effort. 
The ultra-slick lubricant did its job well as Devon continued his passage
into her back hole, grimacing at the incredibly tight feeling as Kendra's
sphincter vainly tried to deny him access to her nether regions.

With two hot erections filling her, Kendra was stunned into silence, her
mind frantically trying to concentrate on the two sensations assaulting her
- and failing.  All she could do was hold on for dear life as the tag-team
effort continued against her.

"Damn, Dad," Devon exclaimed, "I can feel your cock against mine - it feels
so fucking good!"

Lost in the dual sensations, Lorne decided to let his body do his talking. 
Father and son had fallen into a steady, comfortable rhythm; now it was time
to put some shit into the game.  Lines of concentration creased his forehead
as Lorne increased his strokes inside Kendra, feeling Devon's thickness
through the thin membrane separating them.  Quickly, they fell out of time,
each man pounding into Kendra at will.

"Damn it!  Oh, fuck!  You're tearing me apart!"  Not surprising, neither man
deigned to answer her pleas - not that Kenny expected one, each lost in the
all-encompassing grip of passion.

The friction was becoming unbearable as precious lubricating fluids were
whisked away by the invading phalluses; Kendra felt as if her body were on
fire.  In an act of what could be called desperation, Kendra did the only
thing she could do.  With a massive effort, she willed her battered muscles
to clamp down, trapping father and son within her.  The sudden pressure
against their cocks was enough to launch them straight over the precipice.

Devon felt his manhood expand suddenly, pressing hard against the veined
dagger under him.  "Damn!" he cursed.  "Not now!"  Past the point of no
return, Devon flooded Kendra's anal cavity with his seed.

Lorne felt his son's meat swell, felt the strong pulses against his own
swollen member.  He released pearly love into Kendra in great spurts, his
body shaking with the effort.

"Oh, yeah!  That's what I'm talking about!  Fill her, Dev!  Fill your
daughter's hot ass!"

The room was filled with grunts and groans of agony/ecstasy as the men
continued to feed Kendra's body with their sperm.  Not to be left out,
Kendra had reached her limit right after they began to ejaculate, washing
their thrice-joined bodies with a little liquid of her own.

Exhausted and sore, Devon withdrew from Kendra's rectal prison, allowing the
spent young woman to collapse onto Lorne's chest.  On his knees behind
Kendra, Devon could see his father's cock still deeply imbedded in her
pussy, long streams of semen flowing along the exposed portion of his shaft.
 Leaning forward, Devon greedily lapped up the offering, feeling a rush of
exhilaration as the musky tastes flowed across his tongue.

Lorne asked, "Well, Kenny, what did you think?"

When she didn't answer, Devon said, "Kendra?"  Moving around to his right,
he peered into Kendra's face.

Kendra's face was wet with tears and her mouth was open slightly.  Devon
reached up and stroked her tangled hair before looking at his father.

"Out?" Lorne asked.

"Like a light." Devon confirmed.  "She really enjoys herself, doesn't she?"

With a little help from Devon, Lorne freed himself from Kendra, laying her
down in a spot which wasn't too wet with the juices their love had wrought.

"She does, at that.  You were right when you said she'd enjoy this."  Devon
nodded in agreement.

"I'm worried about something, though," Lorne continued as he stood and
stretched like a cat.

"What's that, Dad?"

"She likes it rough and raunchy; did you teach her this?"

"No way, Dad - it surprised me and El, too.  Maybe this is her way of
expressing those things she doesn't when she's not being made love to."

Lorne looked thoughtful.  "I suppose you're right, son; normally, you can't
get her to say two words at the same time."

Devon's soft laugh filled the room as he joined his father.  "Maybe she
saves it all up for moments like this."

"Hey, she's your daughter - live with it!"

"You know it.  How 'bout something to drink?  I don't know about you, but
all this loving makes me thirsty!"

"You're on."  Reaching the door, he turned to take one last look at the
incredibly sexy young woman on his bed.  Kendra had curled up on her side,
sleeping the sleep of the innocent.


Part V, Chapter Eight

Joined together in love and happiness, life for the Williams family couldn't
be better.  Kendra grew into a fine young woman, taking every opportunity to
add to her already impressive store of knowledge in the subjects of loving
and living, often to the chagrin of anyone foolish enough to tangle with
her.  She seemed to be insatiable, making love with a gusto no one expected
of her.

Once everyone decided Kendra's behavior was simply her way of expression, it
made making love with her easier to understand.  Devon and Ellie were
concerned her wild, lusty behavior was some sort of rebellion against their
chosen lifestyle, so they asked her about it.

"Rebelling?  Against what?" came the exasperated answer.  "Mom, Dad, I
couldn't be any happier!  Whatever gave you an idea like that?"

Devon had the audacity to look sheepish.  "Um, honey, it's just, shit - how
can I say this without sounding insulting?"

"Just say it, Dad."

"When you make love, you're, ah..."

Kendra smiled and finished the sentence for her father.  "'Wild' is a good
word."

Relaxing, Devon looked at Ellie with obvious relief.  "Yeah, I suppose it is
at that."

"You two worry too much.  After all, you made me this way."

This time Ellie jumped in.  "We did what?"

Kendra turned to look at her mother, love softening her already soft
expression.  "Mother, what have you and Dad been teaching me all my life? 
To live life with gusto, right?  Well, I choose to express the gusto part of
it when I'm making love with my family."

Kendra's parents just looked at each other, realizing she was right.

"I hope we didn't offend you, darling; we were just a little concerned."

"No offense taken!  May I be excused?  I'm supposed to pick Adam up in 20
minutes."

A moment of silence passed as Devon looked from Kendra to Ellie and back to
Kendra.

"'Adam?'  Who is Adam?"

Kendra looked directly at her mother.  "Mom, you didn't tell him about Adam?
 You promised!"

It was Ellie's turn to look sheepish.  "Oh, hell! I knew there was something
I forgot to tell you."

"So it would seem, woman.  So, who's Adam?"

"Adam is a guy I met at school - he plays in the band.  He's really nice and
I agreed to go out with him."

Alarms began to sound off inside Devon's head.  With a coolness he didn't
feel, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

Mother and daughter looked at Devon curiously.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't?"

"Think about it for a moment."

Kendra made a show of thinking.  After a second or so, she threw her arms
up.  "Okay, I'll bite.  Why shouldn't I go out with Adam?"

Ellie was the first to get Devon's point.  "Your father's concerned he may
discover our 'little secret.'" Devon confirmed with a nod; until now, they
hadn't had to deal with this situation before...

Kendra sat down as her mother's words sunk in.  "You know," she finally said
after a moment.  "It never occurred to me.  What should I do?  I really like
him!"

"Kenny, darling, I'm not saying you can't go out with him.  I'm not even
saying you can't make love with him.  I just feel you should be careful.  If
our family has a weakness, it is the 'fear' of discovery."

"Even today, society just doesn't want to understand our way of life," Ellie
added.  "One 'wrong' word to the wrong person, and there could be trouble
for us all."

Of course, Kendra was already aware of these facts; it had been an integral
part of her upbringing.

Devon continued with, "How well do you know him?"

"Well enough to have decided to go out with him.  He seems pretty
level-headed about a lot of things."

"Kenny, honey, I don't think your father is trying to sour you on getting
into a relationship with someone else, but he does have a point."

"You're right, Mom - he does.  I'm sorry; I just never thought about it
before I met him.  I always figured on not meeting anyone I'd find
interesting."

"Tell you what.  Why don't you invite him over for dinner, say, Friday? 
This way, we can get to know him."

Kendra brightened.  "That's a wonderful idea, Mom!  How 'bout it, Dad? 
Sound like a winner to you?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Devon agreed.  "Let's go for it!"

Kendra got up to leave, taking time to kiss each of her parents in turn. 
"Thank you!  You won't regret it - Adam's a great guy and I know you'll like
him.  See you later!"

"'Bye, honey - don't be late!" Ellie shouted after her.  Returning to her
seat next to Devon, she asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Devon frown at the question.  "As sure as I can be, El.  We can't keep her
all to ourselves, now can we?  We've taught her love is something to be
shared without exception.  It was just a matter of time before she decided
to share her love with someone not of the family."

*   *   *

Adam Harrison couldn't take his eyes off the lovely vision sitting beside
him; it was all he could do not to pinch himself.  Sitting next to her in
Chemistry was one thing.  Eating lunch was another.  Being out on a date,
well, were there any words left to describe it?

Adam sighed.  Kendra was everything he ever wanted in a woman.  Beautiful,
intelligent, confident - did he mention beautiful?  Even though she was
obviously from mixed heritage, it wasn't the first thing you noticed about
Kendra.  No, the first thing you noticed was her personality:  Quiet and
reserved.  Not in the least bit withdrawn, though; the first word which came
to mind was 'focused.'

"This is absolutely wonderful, Adam.  I've passed by this place a thousand
times without ever stopping to take in the view."

Was she talking to him?

"Hello?  Earth to Adam!  Come in, Adam!"

"Huh?  Oh, I'm sorry Kendra.  My mind was a million miles away."

"No kidding!"

Adam blushed.  "Before I forget, thanks for going out with me.  I've really
enjoyed your company."

Kendra smiled brightly.  "Wanna enjoy more of my company?"

"How?"

"My parents have invited you to dinner on Friday."

"Really?"

"No.  I'm pulling your leg."  Adam could be so goofy at times!

"I'd be honored.  Tell your parents I accept.  What time should I be there?"

"We usually eat around 5:30 or so; be at my house at, say, 5:00?"

"Okay."  As they lapsed into silence, Adam scooted closer to Kendra, placing
a tentative arm around her.

Kendra looked at Adam for a moment before settling against him, wondering
what had taken him so long to figure out she wanted to be held.  Boy, he
sure had a lot to learn - and she was just the person to teach him!

*   *   *

Friday arrived without incident.  All through the school day, Kendra found
it hard to stay focused on her lessons.  Understandably, she was concerned
with the outcome of the evening's activities.  Sitting next to Adam in
chemistry was pure torture; each tried to look at each other without making
their involvement obvious to their classmates.

After living through what seemed to be the longest school day in history,
the final bell rang.  Kendra made her way through the throng of students,
climbed into her car, and made the drive home.  Even the traffic lights
seemed to be plotting against her, increasing her ride home by five minutes.
 Pulling up to the house, Kendra hurried inside.

"Mom?  Dad?  I'm home!"

When neither parent answered, Kendra wondered where they were.  They were
still home - their cars were still in the carport.

"Oh, great," she exclaimed.  "I wonder if they went down to the lake?" 
Kendra headed for the back of the house.  As she reached the swinging doors
leading to the kitchen, Kendra heard her mother's voice.

"Damn it, Dev!  Will you stop?  Kenny's due home any minute!"

"She won't see anything she hasn't seen before."

"What if Adam is with her?"

"Be quiet."

Kendra went through the doors, giving her parents a reproving look.

Ellie was bent over, her arms resting on the counter.  Devon was behind her,
pumping away into her.

"Ahem."

Ellie and Devon turned their heads in unison.  "Oh, hi, babe!  Be done in a
minute!"

"I don't believe this!  The most important day in my life and you two are in
the kitchen, screwing like a couple of teenagers!"

Devon increased his strokes inside Ellie, grunting with pleasure.  Kendra
recognized that grunt - her father was filling Ellie with hot sperm. 
Moments later, he slipped out of her, stuffing his still jerking cock back
into his pants and zipping his fly.

"I couldn't help it," Devon confessed.  "Your mother always has this effect
on me, especially when she bends over!"

Ellie whirled on her brother.  "You've always blamed your horniness on me! 
You started it!"

Devon treated her with a smug look.  "Did not."

"Did, too!"

Kendra left brother and sister playing out an age-old game, shaking her head
incredulously.  She had things to do before Adam arrived!

*   *   *

Adam waited nervously for someone to answer the door, wondering if he was
making the right decision by coming here.  He looked around to take in the
scenery of the woods surrounding the lake.  Off in the distance and on the
other side of the lake, Adam noticed a rather large residence, idly
wondering who owned such a lavish piece of property.

Further speculation was cut-off by the sound of the door opening and a
strong voice saying, "You must be Adam.  Come on in!"

Adam turned and faced the owner of the voice.  Immediately, he recognized
the eyes and the same cafe au lait complexion he'd come to love and respect.
 Obviously, this was Kendra's father, Devon.

"Mr. Williams?  I'm Adam Harrison.  I believe Kendra's expecting me?"

Devon waved the younger man inside.  Closing the door, he said, "Kenny's
upstairs getting ready.  Have a seat."

"'Kenny'?"  Adam's puzzled look spoke volumes as he sat.

"Our nickname for her.  She never told you we call her that?"

"No, sir."

"I see.  So tell me about yourself, Adam."

For the next 20 minutes, Adam talked about himself and his family.  Devon
listened with great interest along with Ellie, who had joined them from the
kitchen.  Early on in the conversation, Adam felt their intense gaze upon
him; however, when he saw they weren't out to give him the third degree,
Adam found himself rather relaxed and comfortable with Kendra's parents.

Devon was answering a question about the house; as he did, Adam couldn't
keep from noticing how much Mr. and Mrs. Williams resembled each other.  His
mind dismissed the resemblance - it was often said that people who stay with
each other for a long time tend to resemble each other after a while.  The
conversation was just turning to Adam's thoughts on the upcoming election
when Kendra finally appeared.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," she apologized.  Kendra sat
next to Adam and took his hand in a show of support.

Adam felt flushed with warmth at the contact.  "Not at all.  I've had a
great time talking to your parents."

"Since we're all here," Ellie announced.  "Let's eat!"

Conversation during dinner was held at a minimum, with Adam adding in a
compliment here and there.  All during the meal, Kendra would steal a look
in Adam's direction, occasionally winking and smiling at him.  Which didn't
escape notice, of course; Ellie and Devon were quite aware of the little
signals being passed between the two teens.

"No, really Mrs.  Williams - I couldn't eat another bite!" Adam said,
politely refusing another dish of orange sherbert.  "I'm stuffed!"

As they cleared the table, Ellie nodded to Devon, who turned to Kendra and
said, "Why don't you show Adam around the property and the lake?"

Kendra's smile lit her face.  "Sure!  Are you ready, Adam?"

"Why not?  I've love to see what your parents have built here!"

"Then, scoot!" said Ellie.  "We'll see you later.  Oh, one other thing."

"Yes, Mom?"

"If we're not here when you return, we'll be at your grandparents'."

"Okay."  Taking Adam by the hand, Kendra led him out the back door.

As he watched the youths make their way down the rise behind the house,
Devon turned and embraced his sister.

"They look happy together, don't they?"

"Yes, they do," Ellie agreed.  "I hope we've made the right decision."

"Doesn't matter, dear," Devon said, kissing her forehead.  "What does matter
is has Kenny made the right decision.  Only time will tell."

*   *   *

Kendra stopped so suddenly Adam nearly lost his balance.  "Oops!  Sorry! 
Well, this is it, my favorite place."

Adam took in his surroundings.  Off to his right, the path they'd followed
continued on towards the lake, which shimmered with reflected light through
the canopy of evergreen trees.  Above him, the canopy was open to the sky,
allowing a clear view of the oranges and reds which mixed with the fading
blue sky as the sun set.

"Oh, my."  Adam was momentarily stunned by the overall beauty and quiet of
this place.  "I can see why you come here - this is absolutely beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it.  I often come here when I want to be alone to think."
 Kendra walked a few paces to her left and opened a medium-sized box Adam
failed to notice.  When she turned around, he could see her arms filled with
the contents of the box.

"What's all this?"

"I spend so much time here, my father built this storage locker for me.  It
gets rather cool in the evenings, so there's blankets and stuff inside -
even a tent if it should rain."

Adam could help but be impressed.  "Your father thinks of everything,
doesn't he?"

"He loves me very much.  Besides, it's his job to see to my needs - he's
very dedicated."

For a brief moment, Adam felt a pang of jealousy as Kendra spoke of her
father.  Clearly, there was a lot of love between the two of them; somehow,
he resented it without knowing why.

Kendra had finished spreading out the blankets to cover the dried pine
needles, patting the spot next to her.  "Well, are you going to come over
and sit down or do you plan on spending the evening standing?"

Adam stood for a moment to drink in Kendra's beauty.  Her braids, tipped
with their customary beads cascaded onto her bare shoulders, making soft
clicking sounds each time she moved.  The yellow tank top accented the color
of her skin, which was several shades lighter than his own.  Continuing his
downward gaze, he could see the outline of her firm breasts, unencumbered by
a bra; her nipples stood out against the material, no doubt caused by the
cooling air.

Flat, muscular tummy showed itself at the bottom of her top, disappearing
into the shorts Kendra was wearing, only to appear once again at her firm
thighs.

"Hello?  Adam?"

"Coming," he finally answered, his mouth a little dry.

"You did it to me again."

"Huh?  What did I do?"

"Faded out on me, like you were somewhere else."

Sitting next to her, Adam leaning back using his arms to support himself. 
"I'm sorry; you are so beautiful I find it distracting when we're together."

Kendra placed her head in Adam lap.  Looking into his chocolate-brown eyes,
she said, "Flatterer."

"It's the truth," he replied.  Kendra's beauty aside, Adam was aware of
another distraction, one which had begun during his appreciative
appreciation.  Looking down into Kendra's light-brown eyes, Adam was sure
she could feel his erection pulsating under her.

And he was right; Kendra noticed it before he sat down.  Inwardly, she
smiled at the warm feeling f the growing shaft felt through his pants,
pleased of her obvious affect on him.

"Adam?"

Adam blinked at the sudden change in her voice, now soft and husky.  "Huh?"

"Kiss me."  Kendra lifted his head toward him.

Blood roaring in his ears, Adam leaned forward until their lips met,
cradling her head in his hands.  Kendra's tongue flicked across his lips for
a moment before the kiss was broken, leaving Adam feeling lightheaded and
dizzy.

"Hmm," she cooed.  "That was nice."

"Uh, yeah."  Adam's discomfort was becoming more apparent with each passing
second.  "You kiss very well."  In his head, Adam kicked himself for such a
lame statement.  Obviously, his brain didn't want to work right around this
woman.

"Thank you.  I do a lot of things well.  You interested in finding out?"

"I... uh, don't know what you mean."

"Just as I figured," Kendra thought.  Aloud, she said, "Let me show you." 
Kendra's hands moved toward the closures of his pants, quickly undoing them
to reveal his throbbing member, which was barely contained within the bikini
briefs he wore.

"I don't think we should be doing this," he protested while wondering why he
didn't have any control over his muscles.

Kendra ignored him long enough to make sure she had what she wanted in her
hand.  "Adam, love, I don't remember asking you what you think."  That said,
she quickly took him into her mouth.

Nothing Adam had ever imagined during his many masturbation sessions ever
prepared him for such an exquisite sensation.  Ever since meeting Kendra, he
had dreamed of losing his virginity to her, envisioning two groping
neophytes exploring love for the first time.

Adam was finding it hard to breathe as the lithe woman engulfed him once
again, her tongue tracing patterns along the shaft which were driving him
insane.  He opened an eye and found Kendra looking back at him, her lips
forming an 'O' around him.  Kendra blinked once before returning to the
matter at hand, slurping him back into the deep recesses of her throat.

Kenny was immensely enjoying herself, savoring Adam's fresh, clean taste and
scent.  She happily sucked him, not caring if he found her whorish or
trashy.  From their very first encounter, she knew he was the man she'd
spend her life with.  As she ran her tongue along the edge of his glans, she
could feel the beginnings of his orgasm.  Kendra's eyebrows arched in
surprise as Adam's seed flowed into her mouth, filling her with a surprising
sweetness which she drank down.

Adam, now flat on his back and at Kendra's mercy, was caught in the throes
of orgasm.  His chest moved in great heaves as he tried to get his breathing
under control as Kendra continued to drain him.  An instant later, he sensed
more than felt Kendra remove her mouth from his rapidly shrinking cock,
leaving him disoriented and dizzy.

"Hmm," Kendra moaned, licking her lips.  "Poor baby!  You've never done this
before, have you?"

All Adam could do was shake his head as Kendra sat beside him and caressed
his face.

"W-why did you do that?", he finally managed to croak.

"I've fallen in love with you, silly!  That's why I did it."

Adam tried to focus his eyes on the Nubian goddess above him; after a few
seconds, Kendra's smiling face came sharply into view.  "You're in love with
me?  You've got a funny way of showing it."

"If you love someone, you should always show it every way you can."

The cool evening air had revived him some.  "But, we hardly know each
other!"

"We've known each other long enough, dearest.  Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I've known for some time now you were the man for me.  During dinner, I
made up my mind to share my love with you, something I've wanted to do since
our first date."

"I don't understand."

Kendra cupped his face in her hands, seeing the tears welling in his eyes. 
"I'll make it easy for you, then.  I know what I want in life - and what I
want is you.  Will you have me?"

Something in her words struck a chord within Adam as the tears flowed from
him.  Never before in his life had he met someone who affected him so much.
His body knew Kendra was the one for him, even if his mind didn't understand
why.

Kendra waited patiently for Adam to answer, a moment of fear coursing
through her.  Did I come on too strong?  Was I wrong about him?  Her mind
was a roiling miasma of questions.

"Yes, oh God, yes!"

Kendra smiled, all worry vanishing from her mind.  "You won't regret it,"
she said.  Standing, she removed her shorts and panties and tossed them
aside.

Adam's eyes went wide at the sight of her half-naked body, his cock stirring
in response as Kendra straddled him, a look of fierce determination on her
lovely face.  Reaching between them, she massaged Adam into full erection in
no time flat, positioning him at her entrance.  "I'm going to love you like
you've never been loved before - I promise!", she said huskily, lowering
herself onto him.

For Adam, reality went on vacation as Kendra filled herself with his cock. 
"Oh, shit," he moaned, as the sensations of well-lubricated pussy sliding
along his cock registered in his mind.

"Just relax and enjoy it, baby," Kendra said.  Closing her eyes, she
wallowed in the wonderful feeling of cock inside of her, even though he
wasn't nearly as large or thick as her father and grandfather.  Didn't
matter, though, just as long as they loved each other.

Kendra's relative experience was no match for Adam; she could feel the
tremors running along the length of him.  "Ah, yes, baby!  Give me your
love!  Don't hold it back!"

Hold it back?  Hold what back?  Adam had no idea what she was talking about
as the feelings welled inside his body.  They were a little like the
feelings he experienced while masturbating - only a million times more
intense.

Kendra felt him swell inside, screwing her ass down onto him frantically as
the first spurts of his seed flowed into her aching center.

"Yes, my darling!  Fill me with it!  Cream me!"

Adam could only groan in response as he continued to empty himself into
Kendra, leaving him to wonder if it would ever end.  To their mutual
pleasure, Adam's spasms began to subside.  A few moments later, his soft
manhood slipped from Kendra's velvety enclosure.  She lay across him, gently
kissing away his tears.

Adam wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close.  Who would have known
making love would be so wonderful!  He laughed softly to himself, getting
Kenny's attention.

"What's so funny?"

Smiling, he looked at her.  "This isn't exactly the way I planned on losing
my virginity, here on a blanket under the stars."

"Did it matter how you lost it?  Or does who you lost it to matter?"

"The latter, of course.  I just don't know how to explain how I feel."

"Then don't.  Baby, I've got a feeling we'll have plenty of time for you to
explain it later.  Right now, I think we should either head for the house or
set up the tent."  Kendra rose looking for her discarded clothing.

Adam rolled over and got to his knees before standing.  When he got to his
feet, the world started to rotate in the opposite direction and he flailed
his hands to balance himself.

Kendra, now dressed, was dragging the tent from the storage bin.  "You
okay?"

"Yeah, I just got up too fast."

"So sit back down, silly.  I'll have this thing up in no time."  She grinned
at him.  "Then I'll have you up in no time!"

"Again?  I barely survived the first time!"

"Yes, my darling, again.  And again.  And again!  I'll never get enough of
loving you!"

*   *   *

A mile or so away, Devon turned away from the large bay window which
overlooked the lake.  Even in the darkness, he knew the location of Kendra's
favorite spot.

Lorne looked at his son, a wry smile on his face.  "So, do you think she had
her way with him?"

Devon returned to his seat next to his mother.  "I'm sure she did, but
that's not what I'm worried about."

"What worries you, Dev?"

Devon looked into his mother's green eyes.  "Mom, what happens when he finds
out?  He will, eventually, you know.  Kendra is as open and honest as the
day is long.  We've taught her not to deceive or mislead the people she
loves - and the girl had love written all over her face for this boy."

Etienne went to Devon's side as well.  "Devon, I think you're worried about
nothing."

"Aunt Eti, I hope you're right."


Part V, Chapter Nine

Thoughts from Kendra

When I look at my family, I often wind up shaking my head at the irony of
it.  First, there's my grandfather, Lorne.  So calm and cerebral as the
patriarch of the family!  If there's a problem, he usually has a solution
for it.  But he won't solve the problem, leaving it up to the individual to
get it squared away.

Then there's his daughter and my grandmother, Etienne.  Had it not been for
them, I wouldn't be here today!  Grandmom Eti is so much like her father,
you'd think they were husband and wife.  That's how well they compliment
each other.

Oh, did I mention that they're both very good in bed?

Okay.  So, there's Lorne and Etienne, who gave birth to my mother, Eleanor,
who is named after Etienne's mother.  Stay with me, 'cause this gets a
little complicated!  Etienne had a friend, Kymber, who was also an
occasional lover to her and Granddad.  From what I've been told, they all
got together at some party where some pretty wild things happened.  Not too
long afterwards, Kymber came to live with them after Kymber's father died. 
That was about the same time my mother was conceived.  After my mom was
born, Kymber married my grandfather and they gave birth to my father, Devon.
 Devon and Ellie do their thing and, voila!  Here I am!

Whew!  Trying to figure out who is related to whom and how can give you a
headache!  Sometime, I think of it as a math problem:

Lorne + Etienne = Eleanor
Lorne + Kymber = Devon
Eleanor + Devon = Me!

I know what society thinks about incest and, frankly, I don't see their
point at all.  When others think about it, all they see is the sexual aspect
of it and they always get it wrong.  If someone were to ask me if I'd been
abused or molested as a child, I would laugh at them and tell them no. 
Which is the truth.  I've never known anything but love and affection my
entire life.  As you can imagine, however, my family and I have a rather
different definition of being loved.

I've grown up doing the three-L thing taught to me by my parents and other
family members:  Live, Learn, and Love.  And it all makes sense.  What girl
could ask for more?

Then I met Adam.  At first, I had no problem sharing my love with him
because it just came naturally to me.  My parents were a little bummed out
about it, of course, because they had no way of knowing if Adam could be
trusted with our little secret - but they left it up for me to decide.

So, I've got a fianc   now and things couldn't be better.  If you're
thinking having Adam in my life changed things where my family is concerned,
you couldn't be any more wrong.  I love Adam very much; he's absolutely
wonderful.  But I also have great love for my family and have no problem at
all showing them.

I remember the time I went over to visit my grandparents and got into it
with Grandmom Kymber.  Wow!  I thought I had a lot of love to share!  Kymber
taught me a few things I'll never forget!

My point is when I need loving or need to show love, I know I can go to any
of them and express myself fully.

Adam doesn't know about any of this, though.  I'm a little hesitant to bring
it up, even though I suspect he has some questions he'd love to ask.  For
instance, he got to see all of us together for the first time last year; I
could see him looking at everyone with a funny look on his face, noticing
the resemblance we all bear with each other.  Afterwards, I could tell he
was dying to say something about it - I almost told him and thought better
of it.

It's not a question of whether I trust him or not; he is the man I will
spend the rest of my life with, the one I will bear many children for. 
However, as you might expect, this will be one hell of a shock to him, one
which could cause me to lose him forever.  Since we're planning on getting
married in a couple of months, losing him now wouldn't be the smartest thing
to do.  I suppose I'll just have to worry about it when the time comes.


Part V, Chapter Ten

Even a week before the wedding, Adam was discovering just how deep the river
Kendra ran.  Witty and charming, intelligent and thoughtful - the epitome of
a classic woman.  Get her in a situation where love was the order of the day
and watch out!  Sophisticated woman turned into an insatiable, exciting
she-devil!

Adam had to admit a bit of disappointment upon finding out someone had her
before he did, realizing it was a foolish fantasy.  No way a woman as
beautiful - and as hot - as Kenny goes untouched for very long.  The manner
in which she relieved him of his virginity by the lake was intense and a
little frightening at first; however, as he became more accustomed to her,
his fear of Kendra's sexual intensity subsided.

Well, almost, anyway.  Adam shivered as his intended buried his cock inside
her body once again, grinning at him in that evil way of hers which told him
Kendra was very horny today.  Pleasure flowed through him like a current,
ebbing and flowing at times, but always constant.

The last eighteen months had been quite an education for Adam.  Subtly and
slowly, Kendra had been changing his entire outlook on life.  Like now, for
example.  They had just returned to Kendra's place, going to her room to get
the last minute details together.  One moment they were talking about
possible honeymoon locations, the next, Kendra had his cock out, gotten it
hard and in her before he'd realized what had happened.

Now, after getting an earful of lusty curses and having his lower half
drenched with girl-juice, Adam was spurting inside her, his hips thrusting
strongly against her unyielding tightness.

"Ooh, baby!  That was just what I needed!"  Kendra dismounted slowly,
listening to the wet, sloppy sounds created by their parting.

"Damn, Kenny!  Don't you ever get enough?" Adam asked as her looked at his
sweat-drenched shirt.

"Can you ever get enough love?  Better yet, would you ever get enough of
being loved by me?"

"I suppose not."

"There you go, then!  Now, where were we?"

Adam sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in awe at this wonderful
creature.  Hot and lusty one moment, cool and business-like the next.

For the next couple of hours, Kendra and Adam went over their wedding plans.
 Actually, confirming all the plans would have only taken 30 minutes or so;
you can guess what they spent the rest of their time doing, can't you?

Once again, Adam found himself drenched in perspiration and girl-stuff. 
Kendra, as was her habit when completely satisfied, had passed out next to
him, sleeping peacefully.  Good thing, too; Adam knew he'd be unable to
continue.

That passing out business really bothered Adam until Kendra had explained it
to him.  In fact, Adam had learned just how much Kenny knew about making
love, all the while knowing she knew more than she was telling.

He shivered.  If this was only the tip of the iceberg...

Reaching over, he stroked her smooth skin, feeling so much love for her. 
The future looked bright and clear.  Well, almost.  There was one thing
Kendra had insisted on which didn't make sense to him: After the wedding and
honeymoon (compliments of her grandparents), she had insisted they live with
her parents.  Adam had argued eloquently as to why they should have their
own place; however, Kendra promptly announced there would be no wedding
without his agreeing to her terms.  After more discussion, Adam caved in to
Kenny's 'demands'.

The following day, Kendra had announced to her parents the "good news." 
Adam had expected a major argument from Devon and Ellie (they told him that
Mr. and Mrs. Williams lived on the other side of the lake, thank you very
much) and was shocked at their quiet acceptance.

Hell, Mrs., uh, Ellie had actually smiled!

Again, Adam shivered; there was something vaguely familiar about that smile,
something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Hi, lover!"

Adam turned at the sound of his beloved's voice, smiling.  "'Bout time you
woke up!  How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic!  Lovely!  Hungry!"

Adam's heart skipped a beat - for a moment, he thought she was going to say
"horny!"

"Glad to hear it.  You wanna go out?"

"Nope!  Let's hit the kitchen!"

As Kendra bounded off the bed and into the bathroom, Adam shook his head: 
Where did she get all this energy?  Three minutes later, Kenny reappeared
wearing a green and gold embroidered kimono; in her hands was a red, gold
and royal purple kimono.

"Here," she said tossing him the silk garment.  "Go clean up and slip into
that; I'll toss your clothes in the washer while we eat."

*   *   *

Minutes later, the kitchen was awash with the fragrance of broiled steak;
potatoes were baking in the oven and the salad had just been completed. 
Adam crunched away happily while watching Kendra eat.

"My God," he thought.  "She even eats with the same gusto she has for sex!"
The thought struck him hard - why was it he never noticed it before?  As he
contemplated this latest revelation, his fork dropped from his limp fingers
onto the floor.

"Clumsy," said Kendra, attacking her salad.

Adam smiled and bent to pick up the fork, getting a great view of her
treasures hidden away under the folds of silk.

"Adam?"

The groom-to-be ended his perusal of Kendra's gifts, picking up the fork and
placing it onto the table.  Sitting up, he found Kendra looking at him with
a fierce intensity, mixed with... sadness?

"What is it, hon?"

"There's something we need to talk about before we get married."

"Can't it wait until after we get married?"

"I would prefer not to, if it's all the same to you."

Adam frowned - what in the hell was this about?  Giving a mental shrug, he
said, "Whatever makes you happy, Kenny."  As he shifted in his seat, he
added, "Although, I can't imagine what you want to talk about that's so
important it can't wait."

"There are a few things about me you should know."  Kendra studied Adam
intently, searching for any signs of disinterest.  Finding none, she
continued.

"You know I love you very much, don't you?"

If this was any other woman, Adam knew he would have simply humored her;
however, he knew Kendra wasn't a woman to be patronized in any way.  "Yes,
darling; you tell me - and show me - every chance you get."

"If there was something, say, unusual about me, would it change the way you
feel about me?"

"Let's see: You're incredibly bright, absolutely beautiful and hornier than
ten women.  What could possibly be unusual about you?"

Kendra smiled, taking some of the edge off her current mood - just as Adam
planned.

"Come on; I'm trying to be serious."

"And you think I wasn't?"

Kendra's scathing remark was cut short by the sound of the front door
opening.

"Kenny?  We're home!"

"In here, Dad."  Kendra felt a moment of frustration at her parent's
unintentional interruption.  Perhaps it was for the better.

Devon and Ellie walked into the kitchen, taking in the view of the
soon-to-be married couple in their resplendent kimonos.

"Did we interrupt anything?" asked Ellie, taking a seat at Adam's right;
Devon sat on his left.

"We were just talking," Adam answered, feeling suddenly surrounded.

"Oh; I see.  By the way, Kenny - your grandmother says "hi."

"How are they doing?"

"Everyone's feeling better; nothing a little rest can't cure."

"Were they sick?" asked Adam, his concern genuine.

"Exhausted - they were up all night."

"Doing what?"

"I'm not sure, Adam; they won't tell me anything other than they had some
fun."  Changing the subject, Devon said, "Are you ready for the big day?"

"About as ready as I'll ever be!"

"How about you, Kenny?" Ellie asked.

"You know me, Mom; I'm good to go!"

Just as Adam was about to speak, he was interrupted by the dryer's buzzer.

Ellie and Devon looked toward the laundry room.  "You have something in the
dryer, Kenny?"

"Just Adam's clothes - they got a little messy."

As Adam blushed, Devon and Ellie exchanged a knowing glance, furthering
Adam's embarrassment.  One of the things he learned about Kendra which
bothered him was her willingness to discuss their sexual activities with her
parents.  Even more surprising was their lack of reaction, as if such
behavior was expected and encouraged!

Adam stood.  "Yes.  Well, I guess I should get dressed and be on my way."

"Don't rush off on our account," said Ellie, smiling sweetly.

"No, really - I have to get going.  I've still got a million things to do
before the wedding."  Why was this woman smiling at him like that?  Didn't
she know the effect it was having on him?

"Okay, if you insist."

Adam went over to Kendra, kissing her.  "See you Saturday - don't be late!"

"Bye!  You just remember where the church is, okay?"

Adam flashed a smile in her direction before disappearing.  A few minutes
later, Kendra heard the door closing and his car starting up.  Turning to
her parents, she fixed them with a chilly stare.

"You two have a knack of showing up at the wrong time."

"Huh?  What did we do?"  Devon was incredulous.

"I was about to tell him about the family when you walked in."

It was as if the air stopped moving in the room as Devon and Ellie realized
the implication of her announcement.

"Kenny," her mother began.  "Do you really think Adam is ready to hear
this?"

"Mom, I'm going to have to tell him one of these days!  Why not now?"

Devon looked at both women before speaking.  "Honey, perhaps telling him now
wouldn't be a good idea.  Give your marriage some time to settle in first;
enjoy each other's love.  Maybe after a year or so, he'll be ready to deal
with it."

"You think so?"

"All you can do is hope for the best, dear."

*   *   *

On Saturday, Kendra Etienne Williams became Mrs. Adam Ryan Harrison.  The
newlyweds posed for pictures after the ceremony and, with rice and well
wishes flowing, departed the reception for their honeymoon.

During the flight, Adam stole looks at his bride, noticing the slight
puffiness under her eyes.  Come to think of it, Kenny did appear to be tired
when he first saw her standing at the altar, but assumed it was caused by
late night preparations.

Adam was closer to the truth than he realized.  For Kendra, it had been a
very late night and, as far as preparations were concerned, you can use your
imagination.

Kendra sat next to her husband, alternating looks out the tiny window and
the stunning ring set on her left hand.  She was still tired from Friday
evening's family gathering - what a night!  Still, when they arrived at
their destination, she would be more than ready to handle the consummation
of her marriage.

Adam's voice cut through her musings.

"Honey, is everything okay?"

"Just fine, love.  How are things with you?"

"I'm still having trouble believing we're married.  I know it's real,
but..."  Adam stared pointedly at his wedding ring.

Kendra smiled.  "It's a lot more real than you believe, darling."

Adam blinked at her cryptic response.  "It is?"

"Of course!  Just think of the future we'll have, the things we'll do
together.  The love we'll share!"

The aircraft banked hard to the left coming up on its final approach. 
Minutes later, they were embroiled in the usual hassles of deplaning and
elbowing their way through the crowded terminal to reclaim their luggage. 
After a little trouble with the rental car, they were tooling along the main
highway - Adam driving, Kendra acting as navigator.

Two wrong turns later, the newlyweds pulled up at the entrance of the
bungalow rented for their use.  Adam fumbled with the key for a moment
before succeeding in unlocking and opening the door.  Turning to Kendra, he
opened his arms.

"Well, Mrs. Harrison!  May I have the honor of carrying you across the
threshold?"

"You may, kind sir!"

Kendra allowed herself to be picked up and carried through the door.  Once
inside, Adam placed her gently on the bed.

"And now, my love, shall we, ah, get to the business?"

"Ooh, by all means, you brute!"

Adam lowered his mouth to Kendra's parted lips, ready to lose himself in
their tenderness when she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Adam?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot something."

Just a little irritated at the disruption, Adam asked, "What did I forget?"

"The door.  It's still sitting open."

"Oh.  Just a moment - don't go anywhere!"

Adam jumped up to deal with the offending portal while Kendra made herself
comfortable.  Seconds later, he rejoined her.

"There!  Now, where were we?"

"Right about here, lover," came the husky reply as Kendra wrapped herself in
man-flesh, loving the feel of his body against hers, hot and, oh yeah, very
hard!

Their bodies ground together hotly as each tore at the other's clothing
until only bits and pieces remained.  Within seconds, the room was filled
with the enticing sounds of lovemaking.  After minutes of kissing and biting
every exposed inch of flesh on his body, Kendra fixed her husband with a
lusty, feral look.

"Enough of the dumb shit," she growled.  "I want cock and I want it now!!"

Adam knew better than to keep her waiting.  Moving between her outstretched
legs, he drove into her wetness, feeling the moist, hot heat of her center
clutching him, drawing him deeper inside.

"Ah, yes!  Fuck my hole, baby!  Nail my hot ass!"

Through the haze of lust, Adam managed a smile: He just loved it when Kendra
pulled out all the stops.  With all the force he could muster, Adam plowed
into Kendra's orifice, delighting in the slapping sounds their bodies made
with each thrust.

"Is this what you want, bitch?  Is it?  I'm gonna give it to you good!"

"Oh, yeah, lover!  Talk that nasty shit to me!"

Between the incredible, sweet slickness surrounding him and the lusty curses
flowing from Kendra's mouth, Adam knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled
his love.

Kendra more than enjoyed his efforts, too, loving the way their bodies fit
together.  She was hot and getting hotter as her fingers dug into his back.
An orgasmic spike ripped through her, teasing her senses with the promise of
more to come.

Adam was close to climax.  He shifted his position, hooking Kendra's legs
into the crook of his elbows before using his legs to lean forward.  The
results were exhilarating as Kendra was practically folded in half, giving
Adam the right angle to plunge deeper.

"Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Fuck me, you bastard, oh you son of a bitch!  Hurt me,
damn it!  Tear my pussy apart!"  Kendra's lust was out of control; she
wanted to meet his thrusts with her own but this position didn't allow it. 
She was trapped, helpless and completely at his mercy - just as she liked
it.

"Here!" came Adam's savage reply.  "Take my cock!  I'm gonna cream your
sweet pussy, gonna do it, gonna..."  The sudden onrush of ejaculation caught
up with Adam, cutting off any further speech, as his cock swelled inside
her.  Just as it seemed his turgid flesh would explode, the first pearly
spurts splattered inside Kendra, each pulse spreading more of his love
inside her.

"Ah, shit!  Shit!" Adam's passionate cries echoed through the room as the
world continued to dissolve around him.

"More, damn it!  Give me more!"  Kendra's body convulsed with the force of
her own final climax.  Wrapping her legs into his arms tighter, she drew
Adam deeper into her velvet embrace, clamping her vaginal muscles onto his
spurting shaft as tightly as possible.

With a groan, Adam collapsed onto his wife, unable to continue, his cock
continuing to tremble with the effort to fill her body with semen. 
Exhausted, he released his hold on Kendra's legs.  He smiled as Kendra
reached up to stroke his face, while the other massaged his chest.

"Mmm, that was great," he said.

"And the night is young, darling - we're just getting started!"

Adam opened his eyes, looking at the hand stroking his face.  And sat
straight up, capturing her left hand.  Turning his head, Adam look at
Kendra's wrist.

Her bare wrist.  The one without the bracelet.

"Kendra!"

Kendra followed her husband's gaze and smiled.  "Is there a problem, love?"

"Your bracelet!  You took it off!"  Adam was about as close to a full panic
as he could ever remember.

"Yeah?"  Kendra looked at her wrist then back to Adam.  "What about it?"

"We just, well, I, uh..."  Clearly at a loss for words, Adam decided to be
quiet.

"We have to start our own family, dearest.  Can't do that wearing the
bracelet, now can we?"

"But, why?"

Kendra moved to lay alongside him, running her hands along his smooth chest
and watching his nipples harden.

"It'll all be clear to you soon enough, my love.  I'll explain everything to
you in good time.  Until, then, I need you to fill me with all the love you
can."  Kendra lowered her lips to an erect nipple, sucking on it.

"Uh, shouldn't we discuss this some more," he asked, squirming under her
touch.

"We are discussing it, love."  Kendra allowed her tongue to trail down his
chest and stomach, lingering at his navel for only a moment before reaching
her true goal - the head of his penis.  Kendra felt him shiver at the wet
touch as her mouth closed around the plum-shaped glans.

"Oh, fuck," Adam hissed as more of his shaft found its way into her mouth.

Kendra moaned low in her throat as Adam grew within her mouth, exulting in
the pungent taste of their recently spent juices.  Greedily, she ran her
mouth and tongue along the rising thickness of him.

All Adam could do was lay there as Kendra's passion continued to consume her
in its fiery depths, purifying her soul.  He could feel her moaning in
delight as his pulsing maleness filled her throat and her hands tortured his
nipples.

Kendra continued to assault his shaft with a terrible hunger, burying her
nose in his curly pubic hairs time and time again.  She felt his hands close
around her face and, for an instant, she became angry:  How dare he
interrupt her pleasure!  The price of such an "insult"?  Holding him inside
the steamy prison of her mouth, Kendra slipped a finger inside to join her
tongue, coating it with saliva.  Withdrawing her finger, she immediately and
accurately plunged the slick digit into his puckered asshole as deep as she
could.

Adam's body tensed at the finger probed his depths, the pain of its sudden
entrance causing his entire body to arch, shoving more cock into her mouth.

"Baby, no..." he pleaded as the pain quickly turned to pleasure.  He thrust
against the finger, forcing it deeper into his nether region, bringing
closer to an orgasm which promised to top anything he'd ever experienced
before.

Kenny had other ideas, however, feeling the tiny tremors signaling his
pending release.

"Oh, no you don't.  I have a better place for you to deposit this in!" 
Kendra removed her finger from his ass so fast it made a loud, popping
sound.  Freeing his cock from her mouth, Kendra quickly mounted Adam,
impaling herself on him.  Rising slightly, she looked into his feverish eyes
before slamming her body downward onto his, their pubic bones coming
together hard.

"Give me what I need, Adam.  Come on, baby!  I need your stuff so bad!  Fill
me.  Plant the seeds of our future!"

With a mighty heave, Adam unwillingly complied with her desire as he began
to flow into her waiting sheath.  Incredible, undeniable pleasure tore
through him as Kendra rode him hard, grinding onto his shaft without mercy.

"Yes!  God damn it!  Keep it coming baby, oh, it feels so hot, so good, so
nice!"  Kendra was beyond reason as she milked him for every precious drop.
A pulse, followed by a spurt, then another; her own climax was threatening
to shove her kicking and screaming over the edge.

Adam looked at the wild woman astride him through slitted eyes as Kendra
rose until only the head remained inside her before slamming onto him with
such force the entire bed rocked and groaned in protest.  Faster and harder,
Kendra rode Adam right over the brink, free-falling into an orgasm which
brought along the darkness for company.

"YES!!" she screamed going completely limp on top of him, her unconscious
body quivering with orgasm after orgasm.  Adam, with tears in his eyes, held
Kendra tightly as the intense feelings continued to devastate her until,
finally, the quaking form grew still and quiet.

Exhausted beyond anything he'd ever known, to the point that he couldn't
move.  Adam could feel his eyes closing on their own accord.  As sleep
claimed him, he couldn't help entertaining one prominent thought:

What have I gotten myself into?


Part V, Chapter Eleven

Adam felt like he was on trial.  Before him sat the entire Williams clan. 
Seated on the sofa, Lorne was flanked by Etienne on one side, Kymber on the
other.  To Eti's right, sitting on the sofa's arm was his mother-in-law,
Ellie, while to Kymber's left sat his father-in-law, Devon.  Seated on the
floor between in front of Lorne was his wife.

Wife.  His.  Adam wasn't sure what disturbed him more, dealing with the idea
of being married or the family sitting and watching him intently.  The
silence was close to unbearable as Adam squirmed uncomfortably in his seat,
wishing someone would say something.  Anything.  Unable to take much more,
Adam spoke.

"Would someone like to tell me what this is all about?"

Lorne looked at the assembled family members before looking down at Kendra,
who had turned to meet his eyes.  Clearing his throat, he answered the
anxious young man.

"There's something you need to know, something Kenny was going to tell you
some months ago.  The time's come for you to understand a few things."

"I don't understand," came Adam's puzzled reply.  He racked his brain trying
to remember, what?

"Son," Devon said, "do you remember a couple of days before the wedding? 
You and Kenny were at the kitchen table..."

Awareness lit Adam's face like a spotlight as he remembered the night in
question.  "Yes, I remember that night."

Ellie's quiet voice piped in.  "There was something she wanted to tell you
about herself, but I believe you said it could wait until after the
wedding."

Suddenly nervous as the full memory return with sparkling clarity, Adam felt
the room's temperature increase along with the tension.  "I remember saying
that, yes."

Kymber fixed the young man with an icy, emerald stare before saying, "The
time has now come for you to hear what she has to say."

Shaken but not cowed, Adam returned her look with one of his own.  "If this
is the case, why are you all here?  Surely, this is something we can discuss
between the two of us privately."

Kendra, silent throughout these exchanges, said, "What I have to tell you
concerns them as well.  Besides, we have no secrets between us."

"Okay, let's hear it," he said, steeling himself for... what?  What was so
important the whole family had to be present to hear it?

Kendra got to her knees and, child-like, crawled over to where her husband
sat.  Taking his hands in hers, she spoke quietly.

"What I'm about to tell you will probably have a major impact on our
marriage.  You have to know this and, most of all, we hope you understand
it.  It'll be hard for you to hear this - I know how black and white your
mind can be."  She smiled up at him.  "But, it's for the better and I ask
you to believe and trust me."

Adam frowned, more confused than ever, if that was possible.  "Honey,
whatever it is, I don't think it's so bad it will hurt our love."

"I hope not," intoned Lorne.  "It would be a shame."

Nods from the other family members increased Adam anxiety levels.  What the
fuck was going on here?

Kendra tugged on his hands to get his attention.  "Adam, you know I love you
very much," she began.  "You also know I would never do anything to hurt
you."

Adam nodded; this much was true.

Seeing his agreement, Kendra continued.  "You also know how much I love my
family."

Another nod; where was all this going?

"Wrong, darling.  You really have no idea how much I really love them." 
Standing, Kendra stretched for a moment before walking over to her father,
lovingly stroking his strong, dark face.  Turning to face her husband, she
continued.

"There is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for any of them.  Nothing. 
Whatever I have is theirs and they've given me so much."

"I understand the devotion you show them.  I just don't understand..."

"Shhh.  Please, let me finish.  It's time for me to introduce you to my
family and I need your undivided attention."

Introduce her family?  A feeling of dread began to creep into Adam.

"Adam, this is my father, Devon.  Over there, is my mother, Eleanor."

"I know this - will you get to the point?"

"Adam..." Lorne's stern voice cut through Adam's frustration like a laser. 
"Let her finish; then you can say what you want."

"Yes, sir.  My apologies."

"This is my grandfather, Lorne, his wife - my grandmother - Kymber.  On the
other side of my grandfather, is his daughter, Etienne."

"So?  Kenny, I already know these people!"

"Ah, yes.  But this is what you don't know."  Taking a deep breath, Kendra
put her future and the futures of the family out on a limb.

"I'd like for you to meet my father's sister."

Looking around, Adam said, "Okay.  Where is she?"

"Right here, Adam," answered Ellie with a wave, a smile crossing her
features.

"Adam," spoke Devon, "Please meet my mother, Kymber and my father, Lorne."

"And," Ellie finished, "I'd like you to meet my mother, Etienne and my
father, Lorne.  You already know my daughter, Kendra and my brother, Devon."

For a moment, Adam sat quietly, not understanding.  Suddenly, their words
stuck him like a runaway truck.  He could feel the blood draining from his
head, leaving him lightheaded and trembling.

"You mean... oh, my God!"  Adam's tone of voice clearly said he didn't
believe what he was hearing.  Shock and surprise sent Adam's mind reeling as
the implication made itself at home within his very soul.  He stood on shaky
legs, holding onto the back of the chair to support himself.

Kendra looked back at her family, worry written across her lovely features,
all the while thinking this may have not been a good idea.

Lorne sensed her worry, taking her hand and guiding her to sit on his lap. 
"Give him a moment, Kenny.  He's got a lot to think about."

Horror and disgust flowed through Adam like some dark, viscous fluid.  He
felt so sick he wanted to vomit right on the spot.  Swallowing back the
bitter bile, Adam found he could speak.

"I don't believe it!  Kenny, tell me this is some sort of sick joke!"

 From her perch on Lorne's lap, Kendra's quiet voice filled the room.  "It's
no joke, Adam.  You've heard the saying 'the family that loves together
stays together?'  Well, we love together in every way imaginable."

Nightmarish visions of every kind filled Adam's head as the truth of
Kendra's words settled in.  Dumbfounded, he could only ask one question.

"For the love of God, why?"

"For love," answered Lorne, hugging Kendra tightly.  "We have all learned
the best way to experience true love and happiness was to know it in our
home."

Adam dropped to a kneeling position as if pole-axed.  His mind was
threatening to shut down from the sheer overload being placed upon it.

"You lied to me," he said to Kendra weakly, feeling the need to say
something.

"No, I never lied to you about anything, Adam.  I just didn't tell you
certain things - it's not the same as lying."

Adam looked up at the calm, confident voice.  "How can you sit there all
cool and collected?  Don't you know what this is doing to me?"

"Yes, I do, my love.  I told you it would be hard for you to hear, let alone
understand."

"You're damned right I don't understand it!  What kind of sick people are
you?"

Devon shook his head.  "We're not sick, Adam.  We are very much in love with
each other.  We believe and trust in each other.  Just as we believe and
trust in you."

Adam's head snapped up, the angry glint in his eyes catching Devon in its
venomous grip.  "What's stopping me from going to the authorities?  I should
turn the lot of you over to the police!"

Etienne looked at Adam with a mixture of love and sadness.  "You won't do
that, dear."

"Oh, no?  Watch me."  Having decided a course of action, Adam stood, crossed
the room to the telephone and picked up the receiver.  The eerie, warbling
sound of the dial tone sounded louder than it should as each member of the
family watched Adam with unnerving calm.  "I'll do it, I swear!" he vowed.

Lorne's calm, steady voice easily crossed the room.  "Do what you feel you
have to, son."

"Yes, son," said Ellie, "if you feel you must do this, then by all means
follow your heart."

Tears flowed down Adam's cheeks, creating dark circles upon the fabric of
his shirt.  "This is all wrong - it must be stopped!"

Kymber said, "Stopped?  Adam, you can't stop love, no matter how hard you
try."

Devon said, "There's something you should consider before you make that
call."

Adam's angry reply sound like a gunshot in the spacious room.  "What?  That
you're all sick freaks?"

Ellie frowned, as did Kendra.

Lorne said, "Who's going to believe you, Adam?  What are you going to tell
them and, better yet, how to you plan on proving it?"

Adam's finger had pressed the first number which would summon the police
when the truth of Lorne's words hit him.  What, indeed?  Lowering the phone
for an instant, he looked back at the family as if they were aliens.

"I have to do something!  Kenny, what should I do?"

"Come to me, my husband," she called, extending her hand.  "There's two
things you can do.  You can either reveal our secret to the world or, accept
and embrace the love we have for each other.  And for you."

The staccato beeping of the phone invaded the ensuing silence as Adam
surveyed his options.  He looked at each in turn, taking note of the calm
way they were handling his threat.  No fear could be seen, no regrets or
apologies.  Just love.

The receiver clunked onto the tabletop before coming to rest dangling from
its cord.  Adam's eyes were fixed on the outstretched hand of his wife, his
true love.  Woodenly, he crossed the room, taking her hand in his.  Tears
cascaded unashamedly along the contours of his face, forming tiny salty
droplets which dripped onto his shirt.

"I don't know what to do, Kenny.  I love you with all my heart.  I don't
know if I can live knowing this!"  Adam wept openly, absently noting several
pairs of hand touching him, soothing his pain and anguish.

"Believe me, darling; I know how you must be feeling.  You have to believe
this is the best for all of us.  Look around you!  Do you see anything wrong
with any of us?  The only difference between my family and yours is we're a
lot closer with each other."

Adam allowed his head to lifted while a hand - he didn't know whose - dried
his tears.  "You've all slept with each other."  More statement than
question.

"Yes," answered Etienne.  "You can't imagine the joy of having someone
making love to you who truly cares about you.  This isn't about just sex,
Adam; any of us can get sex anywhere.  This is about loving and being
loved."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Shame?  What's that?" asked Kymber.  "Like you, I was brought into the
family, only I got to see it firsthand.  Even then, I knew there was no more
beautiful way to express love."

"Adam," began Devon, "there's no shame in being in love like this.  We've
eliminated shame and deception from our lives.  There isn't one person in
this room I wouldn't trust my soul to, no questions asked."

"But, how can you make love to you own sister!  Don't you know how wrong it
is?"

"Says who?" asked Ellie.  "The Bible?  The government?"

Adam cast a defiant look at his mother-in-law.  "It's against the law."

Lorne laughed, as did Kendra and Kymber.

"Why are you laughing?  There's nothing funny about this?"

"It's not against the law to love your family, Adam."  Lorne looked the
younger man in the eye and said, "Besides, whose going to tell me the best
way to keep my family happy?  The mayor?  The governor?  Reverend Jackson at
the church?  I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Only I know what it takes to make my family happy.  As father and husband,
it's my solemn goal in life to make them as happy as possible."

"Even fucking them?"  Adam's voice dripped venom.

"Yes, even that," said Eti, looking at her father with undisguised fondness.

"And I suppose you go along with all of this?"  The barbed question was
aimed directly at Kendra.

"Of course I do; why do you think I'm so good at loving you?  I told you I
had good teachers."

Quiet sobs wracked Adam as all of the truth made a nest in his heart and
soul.  That didn't stop him from asking, "What about me?  If you have them,
why do you need me?"

"Because I love you, silly.  From the very first day, I knew you were the
one for me."

"That still doesn't explain why."

Etienne answered, moving to sit next to the stricken young man.  She ran a
hand along the tear-streaked face before her.  "The why of it is easy, Adam.
 Love has no power if it isn't shared.  That's what spreads the happiness
from one to the other."

"I still don't understand."  Adam trembled as Etienne continued to run her
fingers against his skin, finding the sensation strangely comforting.

Kymber's soft voice offered an explanation.  "From the time you're born, you
get introduced to love.  Truly, it is because of love that you were born. 
Your parents show their love for you in many ways.  They feed you, clothe
you, and keep you safe from harm.  When they want to show you how much they
care, didn't you get lots of hugs and kisses?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Even when they were angry, you knew they loved you," Devon said.

"I would only realize it after I thought about it later."

"Your parents," Lorne added, "taught you most of what you know, prepared you
to face the world.  But, tell me; when was the last time your mother or
father hugged you?"

"The day of the wedding," Adam answered, not getting the point.

"What was different about it?  Did it seem a little too impersonal?"

Now that Lorne had mentioned it, his parents did seem a little distant.

Lorne could see he had Adam's attention.  "Like your sister, Andrea, I
believe.  When did you notice your relationship with her changed?"  I'll bet
your relationship with her was at its peak; you did everything together,
even bathe."

Etienne: "Then, one day, you were told you couldn't bathe with your sister
any more.  Did it make sense to you?"

"No," Adam admitted.  "It didn't.  They just said we were getting too big to
take baths together."

"And," added Devon, "from that day on, your relationship with Andrea hasn't
quite been the same, has it?"

"No, no it hasn't.  We rarely speak these days."

"She feels like you no longer love her, doesn't she?", asked Kymber,
stroking Adam's curly hair.

"Yes!  How did you know?"

Lorne's gentle laughter filled the room.  "It's easy, son.  Your parents
spent a lot of time teaching you to share your feelings with them and
Andrea.  As things progress and your feelings and, perhaps theirs grew
stronger, they saw too much love and affection could lead to lovemaking."

All of this was beginning to make sense to Adam, adjusting his head so Eti
could have better access to his ear.

"So, you're saying they taught me to love and care for my family then
decided to stop because they were afraid things would go too far."

"Exactly."  Kendra said, getting up to stand next to her father.  Kymber
took her place, holding his hands.  "When you stop sharing love, it dies,
leaving you to find it elsewhere."

Adam looked confused.  "But, Kendra married me!  Obviously, there's nothing
wrong with the love she has for you.  How do you explain that?"  Was it
getting warmer in here?

"When love is strong, it lives.  It grows stronger as the love is shared
with others.  Simple."

Adam looked toward Kymber as she spoke.  Were her eyes always that green? 
Funny, he'd never noticed it before...

Lorne looked up at Devon and nodded.  Slowly, he removed himself from the
tangle of bodies at his feet, going to stand next to his son.

"Go to him, daughter," Devon said as he handed her off.  "He needs you now
more than ever.  Show him love."

"Thanks for helping me with this; I couldn't have done it without you."

Lorne gave a loving look at his granddaughter.  "What's family for, honey?"

Turning, Kendra looked down at her husband.  Adam was lost in thought, not
even noticing the circle of women around him.  With a smile, she joined
them.


Part V, Chapter Twelve

Kendra took a spot directly in front of Adam.  He looked so lost, so
vulnerable.  Taking his face in her hands, she called softly to him.

"Adam?  We love you very much.  I'm sorry if we caused you any pain, but it
had to be brought out into the light.  I feel so much better now."

Adam looked first at Kendra then to Eti, Ellie, and Kymber in turn.  In the
eyes of each woman, he found no hate or dislike.  Only love.  And, something
else...

"I'm sorry I behaved so badly; this is all sudden and different."

Kymber turned Adam's head and kissed him gently.  "Don't worry, Adam, take
time to let it all sink in."

Adam's blood, which been a chunk of ice an hour earlier, thawed quickly at
the contact.  Looking into her eyes, he reasoned this really wasn't as bad
as it sounded.

"Adam."

Adam turned, finding himself looking into Eti's hazel eyes.  "We all love
you dearly."  Leaning forward, Etienne kissed him.

As did Ellie.  True to her devilish nature, Ellie let her tongue slide
between his lips.

With Kendra, the circle became complete as she pulled Adam to her, locking
their lips together with fierce passion.

Adam's head was swimming dizzily, attempting to figure out what was
happening to him.  His body knew, though, as he was also very much aware of
the throbbing erection making a tent in his pants.

"Adam, love," Kendra said after breaking the kiss.  "It's time for you to
take your place in the family.  No one is going to force anything on you; it
must be accepted on your own."

That said, Kendra sat back on her haunches to wait for Adam's decision.  She
looked toward the other three women waiting with her, taking note of Eti's
calmness, Kymber's twinkling eyes, and her mother's outright look of
anticipation.

Adam, too, had noticed those looks.  Turning, he looked for Lorne and Devon,
hoping to gain some support from them - only to discover them gone.  A
troubled sigh whispered from his lips as Adam pondered how to respond. 
There was no doubt in the young man's mind about his love for Kendra; now he
was faced with extending that love to his mother-in-law and the other women
of the family.

Glancing down at his hands, he recalled something Kendra told him one night
after a steamy session of making love, something about love being the only
true answer to one's happiness.  At the time, a lifetime ago, it didn't make
any sense so Adam had pretty much dismissed the cryptic remark.

Adam smile wryly as he realized the meaning of Kendra's words that night.

"Might I be allowed to ask a question?"

"Go ahead, honey," Kendra answered.  "What do you wish to know?"

"Must I be a part of this?  I mean, this goes against everything I've ever
learned."

Etienne answered him.  "Being loved goes against your teachings?  You've
been loved by your parents, haven't you?"

Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation.  "Yes, but they would have never
dreamed about something like this!"

Kymber spoke up, green eyes flashing.  "True enough.  You don't seem to have
a problem loving Kendra, do you?  She doesn't seem to mind sharing her love
with you!"

"Of course not!"

"Adam," Ellie said, "I'm going to be a bit more blunt than my mother and
grandmother.  You look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't wanted to take
me to bed.  Come on, admit it!  I have no problem telling you I'd jump your
bones in a minute!"

"Why?"

"Because you love my daughter and I love you.  And, shit, you're a stud to
boot!"  A spattering of laughter bubbled up from the assembled women at
this.

"All we're saying, darling," said Kendra, "is that we all love you.  All of
us want to show our love for you and, yes, want to be loved by you in
return.  Is that so terrible a thing for a person to want?"

Adam could feel himself weakening under the combined logical assault as he
answered his wife.  "No, it isn't.  But what if someone gets jealous?"

For a moment, the four women looked at each other before becoming suddenly
hysterical with laughter.

"Jealousy!"

"Is he kidding?"

"Kenny, he isn't serious is he?"

"I don't believe he said that..."

Adam's mouth was open in disbelief; why were they laughing?

Kendra reached for her husband's hand, squeezing it gently.  "Baby, in this
family, there's no such thing as being jealous.  The only thing anyone ever
gets around here is loved."

Adam had only to look at the lovely faces around him to know Kendra spoke
the truth.  Taking a deep breath - damn, it was hot in here - he made his
decision.

"I suppose it isn't fair to love Kendra as much as I do without showing the
rest of the family how much I love them as well."  He chuckled before
saying, "I guess it's all or nothing, huh?"

"That just about covers it, Adam," Ellie said.

"Then count me in.  It seems to me not sharing my love with you would make
Kenny unhappy - and that's the last thing I want to do."

As the four women stood, Adam searched his soul for signs of discomfort with
his decision, surprised to find himself comfortable with it.  At the same
time, he could shake the feeling he had just gotten in over his head.

*   *   *

Lorne looked across the table at Devon, grinning.  "Gin.  I believe that's
$20 you owe me."

Devon tossed his cards down with feigned disgust.  "You take credit cards?"

"I'll put it on your tab.  Let's see, you now owe me, um, $135,000, give or
take a couple of hundred."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"It's awful quiet in there.  You wanna go take a peek?"

Lorne cocked his head slightly, listening.  Shaking his head, he said, "No,
not really.  This is something Kendra has to deal with in her own way.  Adam
will either accept it - accept us - or he won't."

"I don't think he will; he doesn't seem open-minded enough."

"I think he will, Dev.  He loves Kenny and, frankly, I've seen the way he's
been looking at Ellie."

"Yeah, I know - Ellie wants to eat the boy alive!"

"You want to play another hand?"

"No, I owe you enough as it is, you old card shark!"

"Tell you what.  Loser goes to see what's going on in there - deal?"

"Deal.  Okay, get ready to take a walk, Dad!"

"In your dreams, son."

Three minutes later, Devon was heading for the living room, shaking his head
in disbelief.  I don't know how he does it, Devon thought.  As he entered
the living room, Devon came to an abrupt stop:  the living room was empty.

"Dad!  You gotta see this!"  Devon heard a crash, followed by a muffled
curse.  Seconds later, Lorne joined his son.

"Where are they?"

Devon looked around the room, his eyes catching a flash of yellow.  Crossing
the room, Devon picked up the golden cloth, instantly recognizing it as the
blouse as Kymber's.  Turning, he showed it to his father.

"Looks like you were right, Dad."

"So it would seem.  What say you and I go even up the odds?"

"It's the fair thing to do!  Can't let Adam have all the fun, can we?"

"After you, then."

"No, after you - I insist!"

"Age before beauty!"

"Then you'd better get going, Grandpa!"

Together, father and son climbed the stairs.  Once at the top, they listened
for the sounds of love being made.

Lorne looked to his right, cocking his head.  "This way," he said moving in
the direction of Devon's old room.

When Devon saw where they were going, he said, "It figures she'd use my
room."

Lorne nodded in silent agreement.  Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door
open and stepped into the darkened room with Devon close behind.

"Come on in and leave your clothes at the door," a voice invited, barely
heard amongst the groans and sounds of sexual pleasure.

As their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the men could make out a
tangle of flesh in motion - somewhere under the mound of femininity was
Adam.  "Still dressed, eh?"  The voice of his wife came to him and Lorne
turned his head in that direction, finding the still-lithe redhead seated on
Adam face, her breasts bouncing gently against her chest as she gyrated her
hips smoothly against his mouth.  Behind Kymber, Eti was riding the poor boy
for all she was worth, his shaft of dark meat standing out against the
lighter hues of her body.

Devon took in the scene, feeling his manhood swelling in anticipation. 
Looking to his left, he found his sister and daughter, locked in a frantic,
yet highly erotic, sixty-nine, each woman moaning with exquisite pleasure.

Lorne had already shed his clothing and was standing in front of Kymber, who
took his turgid member deep into her throat, causing the older man to
visibly shudder.  Devon, now undressed, stepped across Adam's prone form,
offering his hardness to Eti.  He exhaled loudly as warm, moist mouth
covered hard, hot cock.

*   *   *

Adam couldn't believe what was happening to him.  Once inside the room, the
women quickly deprived him of his clothing, casting hungry glances at his
body.  He turned to Kendra, suddenly afraid; Kendra looked back at him,
shaking her head.

"It's out of my hands, love.  You belong to all of us now."

Before he could protest, a mouth covered his erection completely while other
lips and tongues explored his body.  Adam felt hands caressing him, probing
and touching before easing him to the carpeted floor.  Soon, he found
himself smothered in hot, wet pussy - he had no idea whose, but Christ, what
a huge clit!  He found his concentration slipping away as several tongues
bathed his cock with varying degrees of tenderness.

A wet finger penetrated his bottom and his back arched in response, driving
his cock skyward before being swallowed whole.  Lips ticked and tantalized
his scrotal sac, while teeth gently nipped the tender flesh they found
there.

A flurry of motion found Adam's face covered with yet another mound of
flesh.  Another large clitoris slipped between his lips as dark thighs
clamped around his head.  More in self-defense than anything else, Adam
sucked at the invading bit of hard flesh, flicking his tongue over the
exposed head.  He grinned as the body above him shook in reaction to his
touch, restoring his confidence and allaying his fears.  Reaching up, he
grabbed two hands full of firm buttocks, pulling them down harder onto his
awakening tongue.

Seconds later, a hot flood of tangy liquid exploded into his mouth, the
flesh above him trembling mightily.  The thighs removed themselves from
around his head, only to be replaced by a set a tanned ones.  The flame-red
thatch of pubic hairs identified the owner as Kymber.  He felt her fingers
entwined themselves into his hair, pulling his head hard against her; at the
same time, he felt wet pussy enveloping his cock, clamping down on him. 
Dimly, he was aware of a voice saying something about coming in and leaving
clothes somewhere...

*   *   *

Devon crossed to the tangle of females he knew to be his Ellie and Kendra,
his erection throbbing in his hand.  Deftly, he moved behind Kendra, now on
top, and with one powerful thrust, split her tender flesh with his smooth
hardness, grunting as he slid deep into the slick sheath.  Immediately,
Ellie's tongue could be felt at the base of his shaft, flittering and
teasing as he fucked into his daughter.

Kendra's efforts on Ellie's clit doubled as the thickness invaded and spread
her wide.  She sucked hard on her mother's clit, feeling it throbbing
between her lips.  The darkness was approaching and she wasn't about to give
in to it, not yet, not now.  She drew her tongue across the sensitive head,
felt it quiver crazily, then the flood of sweet juices as Ellie's orgasm and
release washed over her, hips thrusting upward to meet Kendra's mouth.

Ellie cried out as the orgasmic wave continued to punish her, feeling the
spreading pool of wetness under her.  Above her, she could see the delicious
sight of Devon's hard cock spreading Kendra wide, glittering patches of
pussy juices covering the veined shaft.  Ellie watched as Devon's sac began
to tighten - he was close to filling Kendra with his hot spunk.

The sounds of love filled Devon's head as he continued to thrust into
Kendra's yielding flesh.  An instant later, he was spilling inside of her,
his cock pulsing jet after jet of love into her sweet hole.

"Shit!  Yes!  Pump it, baby, pump it!"  Kendra pushed back against the
hardness, feeling the hot stickiness coat her insides.  "Fill that bitch up!
 Flood it!"

A scant few feet away, Lorne looked up, smiling: Kendra could be so sluttish
when it came to loving!  He reached down and removed Kymber from Adam's
face, noting the green eyed beauty's look of pure bliss as she poured love
down Adam's throat, so much the younger man was choking with the effort to
keep up with the hot flow.  Laying his wife down, Lorne impaled her with one
hard thrust of his hips, then settled in to ravage her body, savoring the
familiar feel of her.  His lips locked onto an erect nipple and he bit down
on it lightly, feeling Kymber's nails digging into his back.

Kymber gasped as her husband filled and spread her, the feeling intensified
by the over-sensitivity of her sex - Adam's lips and tongue had done quite a
number on her!  When his mouth closed onto her nipple a soothing warmth
flowed through her which quickly changed to a raging inferno as Lorne's
teeth scraped across the hard surface.  Sharp, delicious pain flowed through
her breast, heading straight for the junction of their bodies as she dug her
nails into Lorne's back.

"Ah, damn it!"  Lorne could feel a trickle of blood running down his back,
encouraging him to double his efforts.  He plowed into her with long, hard
strokes, which moved them along the carpeted floor.  His knees burned with
the irritation caused by friction against the abrasive material; however, he
was beyond giving a flying fuck, concentrating on burying his cock deeper
into Kymber.

Kymber could feel the scrape of carpet against her back and buttocks as
well, the additional pain adding to the pleasures being heaped upon her. 
She opened her eyes to see Lorne's perspiring face and the fierce,
passionate look in his eyes.  With each thrust, Kymber could feel Lorne's
large knob against the entrance to her womb, building the feelings within
her beyond tolerance.  For what seemed to be forever, Kymber tottered on the
brink of release; Lorne withdrew once more, too aware of the tight, tingling
feeling at the base of his cock.  With a grunt, he set himself deep into his
loving wife, feeling the rippling flesh part with his passing.

"Ooh, darling!  Now, baby, now!"  Kymber's words became incoherent as love
sent her flying over the edge of sanity, crashing into the orgasmic rocks
below, while Lorne's passionate grunts changed into a low, lusty growl as he
flowed into her, bathing her womb with thick, spermy love.

Meanwhile, Etienne sat astride Adam's cock, immersed in the wonderful
feeling of having his hardness inside.  She smiled while looking down at the
helpless young man beneath her.  Adam's eyes were screwed tightly shut; a
light sheen of Kymber's juices coated his face.  Leaning forward, Eti kissed
Adam deeply, while focusing her concentration on a certain set of muscles.

Adam was close to losing it - and he knew it.  Somehow, this woman knew how
to keep him right on the edge, prolonging his pleasure.  He felt Eti's
weight shift just before her mouth covered his.  Hot, snaking tongue slipped
in to find his and they battled with each other; to Adam's 'shame', he was
losing - and badly!  Just as he was about to make an attempt to assert
himself, he felt Etienne's pussy contract around him, hard, then soft, then
hard again.  Etienne's smile widen as Adam grew thicker within her.

Adam's world spun out of its orbit as the first milky spurts of love were
drawn from him.  It was like making love to Kenny, only three times more
intense as he found himself caught in the throes of the most powerful orgasm
he'd ever experienced.

Eti continued to smile as the first spurts splattered into her, using her
well-trained muscles to coax more of the precious fluid from him.  "Come on,
Adam!  Don't be so stingy with it - let it flow!"  All Adam could do was
groan as Eti's pussy milked the last drops from him until he grew soft.

"Grandmother?  Did you leave anything for me?"

Eti turned toward Kendra, sparing a glance at Adam.  "I don't know - maybe.
Adam?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

Kendra smiled.  "He's okay - I know that confused sound."

Ellie's voice floated across the room.  "Hey!  Don't let him go to sleep
before I get a shot at him!"

Kendra looked at her mother with mock anger.  "Mom!"

"What?"

"Give him a break, will you?"

Ellie's answer was to crawl toward Adam, a cat stalking her prey.  "I'll
give him a break - trust me!"  Reaching her son-in-law, Ellie's body flowed
onto his, her tongue finding his softened shaft and the dried juices
encrusted along its shriveled length.

"Oh, look," Ellie purred.  "He's not ready yet.  Well, we'll just have to
fix that, won't we?"  Taking a breath, Ellie swallowed Adam whole, the
flakes of his dried seed dissolving in the liquid warmth of her mouth.

"Mom..." Kendra knew Adam wouldn't be able to deal with this new assault on
his tender manhood.

Ellie waved a hand at her daughter, signaling she should be quiet.  Beneath
her, Adam moaned, his body jerking.  She added a moan of her own, feeling
him growing in her mouth.  She sucked gently yet with a firmness not to be
denied until the young neophyte was once again proudly erect.

Ellie let Adam's cock slip out of her mouth.  Holding it in her hand, she
looked at the assembled family members.  "Anyone want some of this?"

Throughout all of this, Adam lay stunned and just a tad bit confused.  It
was bad enough Etienne had worked some sort of spell on him, draining him
effortlessly.  Experience had taught Adam he'd be unable to continue.  Now
his mother-in-law had not only revived his member, but was offering it to
the others like it was dessert!  And now, adding to his disbelief, here was
Devon, all male, lowering his mouth, enveloping him in its warmth.

Somewhere in the dark reached of Adam's thoughts, instinct warred against
learned behavior.  His instinct was to lay back and enjoy the scintillating
feelings while his learned behavior just wasn't buying another man blowing
him.  Confused by the internal battle, he turned his head, only to find
another cock just mere inches from his face!  While he was focused on Devon,
Lorne had obviously moved next to him, joining Ellie who was whispering
comforting words in his ear.

What kind of person did they think he was?  Adam's thoughts were in turmoil.
 Being a part of an orgy, well, he could deal with that (couldn't he?), even
if all the participants were related to each other.  And, having his cock so
lovingly tended to by Devon, well, it wasn't all that bad (was it?) - it
really felt nice and showed his appreciation by flexing his hips upward to
meet Devon's mouth.

But a cock in his face!  What did they expect him to do?

"Dad?  Would you scratch my back?  It really itches!"

Adam felt and saw Lorne move to comply with Ellie's request, bringing the
thick, veined shaft more into his field of vision.  As it hovered just mere
inches from his face, Adam took a moment to look at it closely as a clear
drop of liquid hung precariously from the slit.

Devon was doing something tantalizing with his tongue causing Adam to gasp
aloud.  As his mouth opened, Lorne shifted his position again, done with
scratching Ellie's back.  The crystal droplet fell, finding its way onto
Adam's parted lips; instinctively, he licked his lips and, surprise, it
didn't taste all that bad...


Part V, Chapter Thirteen

As the men were momentarily occupied, Kendra, Etienne, Ellie, and Kymber
busied themselves with each other.  Kendra felt a rush of excitement run
through her as she watched her husband happily slurping away on her
grandfather's cock.  Who would have thought it?  Further thoughts on the
subject were driven away by the raspy sensations being provided by Kymber's
tongue on her nipple.

Kendra shivered as chills radiated from her erect nipple outwards leaving
goose bumps in their wake.  This was a special joy for Kendra as the chills
reached her pubic area, instantly changing into a soothing heat.  "Mmm, that
feels so nice!"

Kymber smiled and shifted her attention to Kendra's other nipple - lest it
begin to feel left out, you know?  Within seconds, the once-flat nipple
responded to Kymber's touch, becoming erect and waiting for more
stimulation.

"Mmmm," Kymber moaned, washing her tongue across the underside of Kendra's
breast, her hands gently cupping its weight.  "You have such lovely tits - I
can't keep my mouth off of them!"

Kendra's only reply was a seductive smile as the warmth continued to change
into a moist, penetrating heat, running her hands along the smooth contours
of the elder redhead's body, all the while marveling at how firm it was for
a woman her age.

With practiced ease, Kymber continued working her way down her
granddaughter's body, stopping only long enough to flick her tongue into
Kendra's navel, delighting in firm tummy muscles rippling in response. 
Straddling the younger woman's body, she offered her own musky nest for
inspection.

Kendra wasted no time in plunging her mouth onto the fleshy offering,
capturing Kymber's clit between her full lips, sucking gently until the bit
of flesh there began to grow firm.

"Oh, yes!" Kymber gasped, shuddering at the contact.  "Do me, eat me!" 
Gasping once more, Kymber lowered her head to the dark triangle between
Kendra's now-open legs, seeking and finding what she desired.

Not to be outdone, Ellie and Etienne were deep into an oral battle of their
own, each woman sucking and licking the other with a passion which wouldn't
be denied.

The room filled with the sounds of love being made.  The soft rustle of
flesh against flesh was occasionally punctuated with heavy breathing,
grunting and moaning.

And, of course, the equally occasional curse from Kenny as Kymber's
experienced tongue took her to higher levels of pleasure.

Adam was lost in the new - yet familiar- sensations.  Devon's mouth
continued to do wonderful, delightful things to his swollen member while
Lorne continued to pump thick cock meat into his mouth.

"This is crazy," he thought.  "There's a man sucking my dick and another man
has his dick in my mouth - and I'm loving every minute of it!"

Lorne was loving it too, feeling his sac tighten and the indescribable
tingling sensation crawling up his spine.  With shorter, faster strokes, he
continued to assault the young man's mouth urging himself on to completion.

Adam could feel Lorne's cock growing thicker,  knowing what the faster
strokes meant.  He backed off until just the bulbous head remained, running
his tongue across what he hoped was a sensitive area.

It was.  One moment there was nothing but fat, hard cock in his mouth.  The
next, Adam's mouth was flooded with a copious amount of sticky, salty fluid
which was spilling from his mouth at an seemingly incredible rate.  The
shock of this latest experience was enough to shove him over the edge, very
much aware of his own manhood pumping spurt after spurt of man-love into
Devon's waiting mouth.

Unlike Adam, Devon didn't miss one precious drop.  Once the last of Adam's
seed was taken, Devon got up and straddled Adam's chest, his hand furiously
working the elongated hard shaft of his maleness, seeking his own release.

Lorne, momentarily drained, moved to one side and watched as Adam grabbed
Devon's hips, pulling him closer until the head of Devon's cock disappeared
into the novice's mouth.

Now with his thighs on either side of Adam's head, Devon leaned forward to
rest on his elbows before thrusting gently into Adam's mouth, once, twice...
There!  Devon's body stiffened as his seed began to flow from him in hot
spurts.

If Adam felt he was lost before, where was he now?  Devon's sperm, just as
thick (but not as salty) continued to flow into his mouth and into his
belly, creating a satisfying warmth and, strangely, putting an end to a
hunger he had been feeling.

Rolling to one side and panting heavily, Devon looked at his son-in-law, the
younger man's face covered with gooey love.  Without a thought, he leaned
forward and began licking Adam's face clean until nothing remained.

Crossing the room to where four exhausted women lay sprawled in various
positions, Devon and Lorne found places between their bodies and stretched
out beside them; however, Adam remained where he was.  Kendra noticed his
absence and called to him.

"Honey, why don't you come on over?"  Her question went unanswered; suddenly
alarmed at his silence, Kendra freed herself from the tangle of flesh and
crawled over to him.

Reaching him, she could immediately see something was wrong as indicated by
the large teardrops cascading along the contours of his face.  Gently,
Kendra reached out and placed a hand on his chest.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Adam's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the tears.  The sight of his
lovely wife (once his vision cleared, that is) gave him great comfort - and
just a bit of distress as well.  He reached up to stroke her face and
quickly dropped his hand, noticing how bad it was shaking.  The physical and
emotional repercussions rapidly renewed themselves in his mind and his river
of tears began again.  The rest of the family was alert and watching as
well.  Ellie started to move towards them and was stopped by Lorne.

"Ellie, no.  They have to work this out for themselves."

"But, Dad..."

"No buts.  Everyone stay right where you are."

Kendra cradled Adam's head in her lap and began rocking, feeling his tears
dripping onto her.  Deep sobs wracked his body as Adam gave in to the
overwhelming turmoil.  For long minutes, husband and wife sat like this
until his sobs subsided.  Kendra could feel his pain and confusion as if it
were her own, causing her to fight against the emotions building inside her
own soul.

Finally, Adam turned over until he was looking up at his wife, wiping his
face with the back of his hand.  Clearing his throat, he spoke for the first
time since this all began.

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I broke down like that."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, my darling.  If anything, we should
apologize for dumping all of this on you at one time and forcing you to make
a decision."

"You didn't force me into anything."

"I know, but we let our love for you - and each other - put you into a bad
situation with yourself."

"Kenny, you don't understand; I'm not angry with any of you.  What happened
was, well, more than what I thought it would be."

Adam sat up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.  Turning slightly, he
addressed the family.

"When we were talking about this, all I could see was some pretty wild sex.
It wasn't until Devon and Lorne, ah, had their way with me I realized this
family loving thing was bigger than anything I could have imagined."

Adam suddenly stood, going to the bathroom.  A moment later, all in
attendance could hear the sounds of him blowing his nose, followed by the
unmistakable sound of running water.  Seconds later, the toilet flushed and
Adam reemerged, looking much more composed.

"Sorry - had to take care of some business."  He flashed everyone a smile
before sitting down again, this time with the family.  Kendra scurried to
sit next to him.  When he had their attention, Adam continued.  "When I was
alone with all of you," nodding at the women, "I was thinking how kinky it
would be having all this attention from them.  When the guys showed up, I
thought 'so much the better!'"

"What I didn't realize was all of this wasn't about fucking - it was about
being in love.  When us guys were getting it on, it hit me.  I saw myself
doing things I've never done before and loving every minute of it.  My
feeling went beyond just mere sexual satisfaction and it wasn't until we had
finished I realized I'd never been loved so much before in my life."

"Guys, I do apologize for not giving you as good as I got, but like I said,
I've never done anything like this before."

"The only thing which matters is you accepted our love and gave love in
return," Lorne said.  "It doesn't matter if you were good at it or not." 
Heads nodded in agreement.

Adam nodded, understanding Lorne's words.  "I had a lot to think about in a
very short space of time and, shit, it got the best of me.  I was crying
because I've never been so happy before."

Etienne's soft voice floated in the air.  "That's what it's all about, Adam
- love and happiness."  Eti rose from her place next to Kymber and sat next
to Adam.

"You see, when my father and I began all of this, all we had was love for
each other.  When Kymber joined the family, there was still a great deal of
love.  When the children were born," she gestured to the assembled young
adults, "we knew then our love was too much to keep all to ourselves."

Kymber spoke up, her voice low and husky.  "Remember, dear Adam, love is
nothing if it isn't shared.  Without sharing, love never has a chance to
spread and grow.  Even my father realized this; I'm just glad we had a
chance to share our love before he died."

"It's all we've known all our lives," said Ellie while Devon nodded in
agreement.  "For us to do anything else, well, just doesn't make sense."

A lull settled over the room as Kendra, her voice very quiet, had her say. 
"And then I met you."

Lorne's baritone voice filled the room, sounding all the world to Adam like
the voice of God.

"Son, look at it this way, if you will.  Eventually, you would have
discovered our secret.  We all felt it better to introduce you to the family
in this manner instead - it's a lot easier on the nerves, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, sir.  I hate to think how I may have reacted had I found out about
this somewhere down the road."

"Good.  Now, if no one has any objections, let's all go to bed - I'm tired
and need my beauty rest."

As everyone moved to first collect their respective mates, Kendra cleared
her throat for attention.

"Uh, could I have your attention for a moment?"  Even Adam stopped in
mid-stride, turning toward his wife.  Convince everyone was paying attention
she continued.  "I have an announcement to make."

"What is it, honey?" Adam asked, clearly curious as was everyone in the
room.

"I've got something I need to show everyone.  Just a minute."  Kendra dashed
to the pile of clothing under the window, picking through the remnants until
she found what she was looking for.

"Ah!  Here it is!"  Returning to the sleepy group, she held up the object in
her hand.  "Ta-da!"

In the semi-darkness, everyone strained to identify the object.

"Oh, shit."  That from Lorne.  As everyone realized what Kendra was holding,
the room quickly filled with gasps.

"You mean..."

"Nah, that can't be right... can it?"

"What?  WHAT?"  Adam was still a bit punch-drunk from all which had happened
this evening.  "What in the hell is going on?"

Devon turned and patted Adam on the shoulder.  "What's your favorite color,
son?"

"Blue.  Why?"

Ellie planted a kiss on his cheek.  "Glad to hear it, Adam.  Goodnight!"

Adam turned to his wife, who handed him the object of everyone's excitement.
 It took him a moment to recognize it and what it meant.

"This is, oh shit, this means..."

"It sure does!  I'm pregnant!"  As Kymber, Etienne and Lorne moved close to
congratulate Kendra, they all heard a muffled thump.  Kymber and Eti both
looked at Lorne who, if he could, would have vanished right on the spot.

"Does that sound familiar?" asked Kymber.

"Oh, I believe it does, dear sister - I believe it does!  Doesn't it, Dad?"

"No comment.  Come on, let's get the poor child out of the floor and into
bed."

Together, they picked Adam's insensate form off the floor.  Lorne
unceremoniously slung the unconscious father-to-be across his shoulder and
headed off in the direction of Kendra's room.

Kendra looked puzzled, however, Etienne provided the explanation.

"It seems to be a family trait - we get pregnant, they pass out."

"Men."

"I know.  Can't live with them, can't live without them.  Go figure."


Part V, Chapter Fourteen

The next morning, Adam drove to his parents' home to tell them the good
news.  During the drive, Kendra noticed her husband's silence.

"Are you okay?"

The car rolled to a stop at a traffic light, allowing Adam to turn and look
at Kendra.  "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're awfully quiet this morning."

"I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

The light changed.  Adam pulled away from the intersection, shaking his
head.  "No, not right now.  I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I've
got to get all of this sorted out."

Kendra wasn't upset over his silence nor was she offended by it.  "Well,
whenever you're ready to talk about it, let me know."

Adam squeezed her hand.  "I will, Kenny.  Don't worry, things will work out
- I just need a little time to get it all together."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the home of Adam's parents, Roger and
Allison Harrison.  Adam was surprised to see his sister's car in the drive.
Within seconds of ringing the door bell, Adam and Kendra were greeted by
Allison's smiling face.

"Well look at what the wind blew in our direction," she exclaimed. 
Embracing first Kendra then Adam, Allison led them to the family room where
Roger and Andrea were sitting.

"Come on in and grab a seat!  It's good to see you!"  Roger Harrison stood
and shook hands with his son.  "And Kendra!  Come here and give me a hug!"

Kendra crossed the short distance to where her father-in-law stood and
embraced him affectionately, letting the embrace last just a tiny bit longer
than what was considered normal.  "It's good to see you again, Mr. Harrison.
 I take it you've been well?"

"As well as can be expected, thank you.  Oh!  Where are my manners?  You do
remember Andrea, don't you?"

"Of course I do!  How could I forget my maid of honor?"  Kendra leaned over
and planted a kiss on Andrea's cheek, catching the scent of an expense
perfume.

Andrea returned the sisterly peck, noticing the smooth warmth of Kendra's
cheek.  "Hi, Kenny!  Looks like married life is treating you well!"

Kendra smiled broadly.  "Yeah, well, it has its advantages.  How about you
and your husband?"

The atmosphere in the room dimmed slightly, immediately informing Kendra she
had hit on a touchy subject.  "Oh, I'm sorry..."

Andrea waved a hand in dismissal.  "It's all right, Kenny.  Dale and I are
just having a minor disagreement."

Still a bit uncomfortable, Kendra took a seat beside Adam.

"Well!  What brings you kids here?" asked Allison, glad to break the somber
mood.

"We have some good news to share with you," said Adam while turning to look
at Kendra.

"Don't keep us in suspense, son," Roger prompted.  "What's the good news?"

With barely disguised glee, Adam looked at his parents and sister.  "We're
going to have a baby."

For a moment, all heads turned to Kendra for confirmation, which she gave
with a tiny nod of her head.  Another second for the news to sink in - and
the room exploded in well-wishes and questions as to what the parents-to-be
wanted, boy, girl, or both.  Of course, this was followed by the age-old
answer of it didn't matter as long as...

Father and son shook hands, both grinning like idiots while Kendra exchanged
more hugs with mother- and sister-in-law.  Andrea took the opportunity to
whisper something in Kendra's ear.

"I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, Andrea."

"One thing, though - can I talk to you about something?"

Kendra leaned back from the embrace, her curiosity piqued.  "Sure," she
answered.  "Whenever you're ready."

Andrea interrupted her parents and brother long enough to excuse herself and
Kendra from the room.  Motioning Kendra to follow, Andrea led the way
upstairs.

Adam glanced in their direction as they disappeared upstairs.  "What's that
all about?"

Allison patted his hand.  "Wife talk, Adam - nothing you'd be interested
in."  However, in the back of her mind, Allison had to admit curiosity.

"Oh, let them go!  This calls for a drink to celebrate!"  Roger rose from
his seat, heading for the oak and leather bar in the other room.  "All right
folks, belly up to the bar!  Drinks are on the house!"

*   *   *

Andrea stepped aside to allow Kendra to enter the room before following and
closing the door.  She crossed the room and sat on the bed, motioning for
Kendra to sit next to her.  As Andrea framed her thoughts, Kendra took a
moment to look around the room, thinking how perfectly it reflected its
former occupant.

Colonial-style furniture, with carpeting and wallpaper done in lively, yet
subtle pastel colors.  This was a woman used to getting what she wanted
without being brash and pushy about it.  Kendra's examination of the room
was halted by the sound of Andrea clearing her throat.  Turning toward the
sound, Kendra gave her sister-in-law her full attention.  "As I said
downstairs, Dale and I, well, we're having some problems.  Nothing major,
mind you, but I was wondering how you and Adam settle any differences
between you."

"Oh, that's easy," Kendra answered.  "We don't disagree with each other."

"That's impossible," said Andrea, not attempting to hide the disbelief in
her voice.

"No, not really.  Adam and I get along just fine.  If we have a difference
of opinion on something, it's no big deal - he's entitled to his opinion."

"Are you telling me if he wanted to do something and you didn't, you
wouldn't argue with him?"

"No, I wouldn't.  I trust Adam; if he wanted me to do something, then it
must be important to him."

"So you'd go along with it."

"When possible.  Despite what you might think, I do have a life.  Adam knows
and respects this."

Andrea shook her head.  "It can't be that easy."

"No, it isn't, but love goes a long way in helping to avoid ugly
situations."

Andrea's laugh had a bitter sound to it.  "Love.  Right.  The only thing
Dale loves is Dale.  Ever since the day we got married, it's always been
about him and to hell with what I want."

Kendra placed a hand on Andrea's knee.  "You're saying Dale doesn't love
you?"

"He does, but..."

Kendra nodded, suddenly understanding.  "He loves you but has a funny way of
showing it."

Andrea frowned at Kendra's comment, thinking just how much truth the
statement contained.  Her features softened as she turned to face her
sister-in-law.

"Kenny?  Tell me something."

"If I can, Andrea."

"How do you deal with Adam?  I mean, why do you two get along so well?"

Kendra thought for a moment before answering.  "Well, I understand Adam and
of course I love him.  I respect and value his opinions."

"It can't be that easy!"

Kendra smiled, gently touching Andrea's hand.  "It is, believe me.  As his
wife, it's my trust to keep him happy, something I'm proud and pleased to
do."

Andrea's face brightened, thinking she had found a flaw in Kendra's
thinking.  "Ah-ha!  Does he feel the same way?"

Kendra's smile widened.  "Of course he does - why wouldn't he?"

"I suppose you have a point.  Adam has always been the agreeable type.  How
does he get along with your parents and the rest of the family?"

"Just fine.  They love and respect each other very much.  In the beginning,
there were a few difficulties, but they were quickly resolved."

"Difficulties?  Like what?"

Kendra knew she had to be careful here, taking a few extra seconds to form
her answer.  "He had to get used to a few things about my family, like our
somewhat affluent lifestyle."

Andrea nodded; the Williams' family wealth would be something Adam would
have to get used to, not that his own family wanted for very much.

"Also, he had to get used to everyone wanting to do things for him and
expecting nothing in return."

"I can imagine that just fine; Adam was always the type who wanted to do
things for himself and wouldn't hear of not repaying a favor done for him."

"Other than those things, my family and Adam get along just fine."

Andrea's frustration began to show.  "There's got to be something I can do,
something I haven't thought of yet."

"If there's anything I can do," Kendra offered, "let me know."

"Perhaps there is something else," Andrea said.

"Anything.  Just ask it."

Andrea's features flushed crimson.  "If I'm not being too nosey, how is your
sex life?"

The yellow warning lights of caution flashed brighter in Kendra's mind.  "It
couldn't be any better.  Adam is so loving and thoughtful."  Kendra smiled
devilishly.  "He's pretty good, too.  But, like most men, he could be
better.  I don't worry about it though; we've got plenty of time together."

Andrea took in Kendra's statement, feeling a momentary pang of jealousy -
her sex life with Dale often left a lot to be desired.  "You're one lucky
girl."

"I like to think so."

Standing, Andrea looked around the room.  "I'd give anything to have the
kind of happiness you've got."

Kendra regarded Andrea closely.  Clearly, the poor woman didn't have enough
love in her life and it make Kendra sad.  She mentally crossed her fingers
and made a decision.

"The price of happiness can be rather steep, you know.  Andrea?"

"Huh?"

"Be careful what you wish for - you might get it and find it wasn't what you
wanted."

"I don't get it."

Kendra rose and went to stand in front of Andrea.  Taking her hands, Kendra
looked into the dark-haired beauty's deep brown eyes.  "The secret to my
happiness.  I can share it with you if happiness is what you're truly
looking for."

Tears began to form at the corners of Andrea's eyes.  "I don't want to lose
Dale!  Despite his crazy behavior, I really do love him!"

Kendra reached up to wipe Andrea's tears away.  "Hey!  Don't cry - it'll be
all right!"

With a sob, Andrea threw herself into Kendra's arms, her tears flowing
freely.  Kendra held her close, feeling Andrea's pain... and something else.
 As she held Andrea against her, Kendra could feel the other woman's tears,
first warm then cool against her cheek.  Kendra was very much aware of the
increasing pressure their bodies were creating as a trembling Andrea held on
for dear life.

Kendra was becoming more and more excited, finding it a bit difficult to
resist the natural urge to provide the ultimate comfort to her
sister-in-law.  Still, it didn't stop her from using one hand to stroked
Andrea's long dark hair.  "There, there.  It's okay, Andrea.  Let it all
out."  Through the fabric of her clothing, Kendra could feel Andrea's
nipples harden which caused her own nipples to respond in kind, wondering if
Andrea could feel it as well.  This was starting to get dangerous...

Within the midst of her sadness, Andrea could feel an excitement building
within her.  It felt strange yet somehow familiar.  As her tears continued
to flow, a part of her mind reached out and touched the excitement...  And
recoiled as she recognized it.  Oh, yes, she felt this excitement before! 
But where?

Nuzzled in the crook of Kendra's neck, inhaling the natural scent of her,
Andrea remembered where - and when - she had felt this excitement before:
The first time she and Kendra had met.  That wasn't the only time, either! 
Andrea knew she felt it at the wedding, from the time they arrived at the
church, all through the ceremony, and during the reception.  And the moment
Kendra walked in the door an hour ago.

*   *   *

Adam cheerfully filled his parents in on the details of Kendra's pregnancy,
all the while wonder what his wife and sister were talking about.

"You must be very happy," his mother asked.

"I am, Mom, I am.  This is a happy time for all of us."

Roger Harrison sat forward in his seat, leaning slightly in Adam's
direction, his face becoming a bit more serious.  "Mind if I ask a
question?"

"Roger..." Allison warned.  "Don't start it - not now."

Roger waved a hand in dismissal at his wife.  "Woman, don't start on me."

Disagreements were rare between his parents, Adam thought, but he still felt
uneasy whenever a difference in opinion cropped up.  "Dad, ask your
question."

Shooting his wife a triumphant look, Roger turned back to Adam.  "How are
you getting along with your in-laws?"

Adam was puzzled.  "Fine.  Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering."

"I seriously doubt you were just wondering, Dad."

Allison opened her mouth to speak, only to close it after a look from Roger.

"Heh, heh," the elder Harrison chuckled.  "You've got me there, son.  It's
just, well, I still think it's strange you're still living there with them."

Adam shook his head.  "Dad, have you seen the house?  It's huge, big enough
for three families."

"So I've been told.  Son, a man should have his own home to raise his family
in!  That's all I'm saying."

"Dad, you worry too much.  Kendra and I are more than happy right where we
are."

With the debate heating up between father and son, Allison began to wonder
about Andrea and Kendra - they've been gone for some time.  Curiosity began
to set in as Allison quietly left the room and headed upstairs.

*   *   *

Kendra quickly discovered she was between the proverbial rock and hard
place.  On one hand, she felt good being able to comfort Andrea at this time
in her life.  On the other, the close contact between them was beginning to
make things, uh, interesting.

The scent of Andrea's perfume, combined with the heady scent of her
pheromones, was awakening a different kind of sympathy within Kendra, who
bit her lip against the mounting excitement.  One part of her mind, however,
was glad to see she wasn't the only one being carried away by the moment.

Andrea's sobs weren't as deep now as they were moments ago.  In fact, just
standing here hugging Kendra made every problem she ever had seemed trivial
in comparison.  And, since you mentioned it, doesn't this wonderful woman
have the smoothest skin, so soft and velvety?

Something in Andrea's mind was saying it was time to break the embrace, pull
herself together, and go on with things.  However, for some reason, she
didn't want to let Kendra out of her arms.

Kendra's lust was stirring with each passing moment, her hands beginning to
move along the other woman's body of their own volition.  Her fingers
massaged the tense muscles along Andrea's lower back, feeling them relax. 
As did Andrea, who responded by melting further into Kendra's warm embrace.
Without a thought, Andrea lifted her head slightly, kissing the underside of
Kendra's jaw with trembling lips.

Kendra inhaled sharply as Andrea's lips fluttered against her face. 
Instinctively, she tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck and
throat.  Her passion, which was barely held in check, began to infuse her
with its enticing warmth.  Kendra's eyes closed momentarily, wanting to be
swept away.  Oh, this felt so very nice!  Her eyes flew open with the
realization of what would happen if this were to continue.  Gently, Kendra
tried to disengage herself from Andrea's advances, only to be firmly held in
place.

"No," a trembling voice whispered in her ear.  "Don't leave me.  Not now." 
Andrea wrapped her arms around Kendra's firm body, holding her tight while
sucking gently the soft skin of Kendra's neck.

Instinct overrode common sense for a split second.  It was all the time
Kendra's lust needed to assert itself and take command of the moment.

"Okay," she murmured.  "If that's the way you want it."  With one hand,
Kendra reached up and found the zipper of Andrea's dress, pulling it down in
one swift motion.  Once the material had fallen away from the other woman's
shoulders, Kendra used the same hand to deal with the clasp of Andrea's bra.

Andrea couldn't believe what was happening to her, let alone the fact she
had started all of this!  A dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual, Andrea had never
given one single thought about making love with another woman.  Yet, here
she was, holding onto her sister-in-law with a passion she didn't know she
had, with her dress now down around her ankles and her breasts swinging
freely.

Kendra managed to free herself from Andrea's embrace; with her lust fully in
control, she began the process of bringing Andrea joy, licking her lips in a
way which made Andrea think of someone pondering a menu full of delicious
food.

Andrea's mind continued to race along at a maddening pace.  "Why am I
allowing this?" she asked herself as Kendra's lips captured her earlobe,
sucking gently.  "I don't like women like this," her mind screamed.  "Make
it stop!"

Aloud, Andrea said, "Oh, shut up," feeling the chill racing through her body
as Kendra's tongue traced wild, sensuous patterns along her neck.  Warm
hands massaged and kneaded her buttocks as Andrea gave in to Kendra's
insistent advances, feeling her juices pooling in the crotch of her panties.

Kendra nuzzled her face into Andrea's more than ample cleavage.  Gently, she
guided Andrea backward until they were able to fall onto the bed.  Hungry
mouths sought and found each other.  Tongues battled for dominance while
hands roamed with minds of their own.

Kendra raised herself long enough to assist Andrea in removing her clothing,
which was tossed aside.  She took a moment to look into the other woman's
eyes, searching for acceptance of what was to happen, what had to happen.

The intense gaze of those hazel-brown eyes froze Andrea, leaving her
suddenly afraid.  She knew she couldn't allow this to happen, yet, she did
nothing to stop it as Kendra lowered her head, capturing a very erect
nipple, giving it a tongue lashing it would never forget.  Moaning, Andrea
held Kendra's head to her breast, committing herself to the unthinkable and
the unknown.

Wet, flickering tongue washed over every inch of one breast and ran along
the deep cleavage splitting the fleshy orbs before moving to the other
breast, repeating the tantalizing washing.  Hot, moist breath preceded soft,
sucking lips as the other nipple was held prisoner and made to suffer the
consequences of being on Andrea's body.

Andrea sighed despite herself as soft, firm hands kneaded her flesh in the
most fascinating places!  And that wonderful mouth was, oh God!  It was
moving down her tummy, teeth nipping here and there.  Andrea knew what was
next, knew it shouldn't happen, knew she wouldn't stop it.  She lifted and
parted her legs as Kendra's breath on her pubic hairs heralded better things
to come.

Kendra lost herself in the passion, feeling it devour her.  Andrea's body
was such a delight!  Smooth and curvy in all the right places, while here at
her center, the coarseness of her hair provided a stimulating contrast. 
Even now, the scent of hot, inviting pussy reached her - and she wasn't
about to turn down the invitation!  Reaching under Andrea, Kendra filled her
hands with plump, luscious bottom, feeling the heat and the need to put out
the flames.

*   *   *

Allison Harrison reached the top of the stairs, the sounds of the father and
son discussion fading in the distance.  Turning right, she headed in the
direction of Andrea's bedroom; logically, it would be the place she'd go to
have a private conversation.  Like her husband, Allison was worried about
this nonsense with Dale.  If Kendra could shed some light on the solution,
then perhaps it would be best to hear of it first hand.

Reaching her destination, Allison took a breath before tapping lightly on
the door.  For long seconds, there was no immediate response, so she tapped
again, not wanting to interrupt but needing to know everything was going all
right for her daughter.

When no response was forthcoming, Allison turned away from the door; she was
pretty sure Andrea would have used her old room!  As she took a step towards
Adam's room, she heard Andrea's voice, muffled by the heavy oak door. 
Placing her hand on the ornate door knob, Allison turned it, giving the door
a push.  It responded by opening silently, a tribute to Roger Harrison's
attention to squeaky hinges.  Cautiously, Allison stuck her head into the
room.

*   *   *

"Oh, God!  Yes!  Ooh, I love it!  Please don't stop!"  Andrea thrashed
wildly under the relentless assault of Kendra's more than experienced tongue
and lips.  If there was any doubt about the right or wrong of this, it had
long since taken a much deserved hike!  Face contorted, Andrea flashed a
decidedly feral look at the heavenly creature God had sent to free her who
was, at this moment, causing a most scrumptious rush of orgasmic pleasure to
weave its way amongst her nerve fibers.

"Oh, shit, Kenny!  Do it again!  Oh, fuck!"

Kendra grinned against the writhing flesh, happy to bring her sister-in-law
so much love and pleasure.  One slender finger insinuated itself into
Andrea's fleshy sheath, which was slowly joined by another.  Then another. 
Hell, why not add another?

Andrea screamed soundlessly as the last finger made its way into her sopping
wet cunt.  The pain was sharp and sweet as the four fingers worked their way
deeper into her before spreading as wide as they could.  A massive,
paralyzing orgasm of epic proportions took that moment to land on her.

Real hard.

Swirling baubles of bright lights danced beneath Andrea's eyelids as the
pleasure continued to jump on her.  Her hips bucked out of control and her
whole body felt as if someone had plugged her pussy into the nearest
electrical socket.

Shorted out and drained, Andrea's body relaxed.  Kendra gently removed her
hand and absently licked it clean while listening to the husky allure of
Andrea's once-labored breathing.  Satisfied, Kendra sat up and stretched,
feeling the glow of her own orgasms gained while pleasuring Andrea.
Continuing her stretching, Kendra turned her head...

And found Allison Harrison standing in the open door.

Allison could hardly believe the scene spread out before her!  Andrea - her
own flesh and blood - being tended to by - gasp! - her daughter-in-law! 
Shocked and most definitely repulsed by the activity taking place in -
shudder - her own home, Allison just knew something had to be done to stop
this. She moved toward the bed - and stopped dead in her tracks just as
Andrea's mouth opened.

Experience told Allison her daughter was caught up in one hellacious orgasm
as Andrea continued her silent scream until she finally relaxed and lay
breathing heavily on the bed.  Allison found herself transfixed and suddenly
very excited as she watched Kendra remove her hand and slowly lick Andrea's
juices from her fingers.  Allison's nipples hardened as she watched Kendra's
tongue languidly devoured every precious drop of musky, tangy dew before
stretching like a cat.

Allison felt her excitement growing despite herself.  Like Andrea, sex
between women was something which just wasn't done; yet, she felt herself
drawn by some strange magnetism.  About to lose control of things, Allison
wanted so very badly to just be able to turn and go back the way she came. 
Just as the thought crossed her mind - but before she could act on it -
Kendra turned in her direction, locking her hazel-brown eyes onto Allison's
black ones.

"This is how a deer feels," Allison thought as she found herself looking
back into those expressive eyes.  She could feel Kendra looking into her
without a hint of emotion.  Well, this really wasn't true, was it?  There
was something there, something enticing and alluring, something she couldn't
quite put words to.

Kendra returned her mother-in-law's gaze, feeling neither fear nor concern
at being caught.  Instead, her ever-present calm was firmly in place, as
usual.  The two women looked at each other for what seemed to be an hour
before Kendra felt it time to break the silence.

"Mrs.  Harrison."

Allison blinked at hearing her name, feeling as if she'd been drugged. 
Feeling weak-kneed, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking a long moment to
collect her ragged thoughts before turning to Kendra.

"I want to know one thing.  Why?"  Allison nodded in Andrea's direction.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, Mrs.  Harrison," Kendra said.  "We were
sitting here talking about her problems with Dale when she started crying."

"I suppose she would," Allison said with a calm she didn't really didn't
have.  "That boy has been nothing but trouble for her from day one.  I just
don't understand how things got to this point."

Kendra nodded before continuing.  "I held her and, well, things got a little
out of hand.  I tried to talk her out of going any further, but she wouldn't
hear of it."

Allison's eyes went wide with surprise.  "You mean to tell me my Andrea
started all of this?  I don't believe it!"

"Believe it, Mother."

Allison and Kendra turned to look at Andrea, who was just now getting to an
upright position.  "Before I say anything else," Andrea said, "Kendra, I
have to thank you for what you did for me."

"Hmpf," grunted Allison.  "That's a hell of a way to help someone!  At least
you could have come and talked to me about it!"

Andrea turned to face Allison.  "Oh, Mother, be quiet.  What would you have
done?  Suggest I leave Dale and move back in here with you and Dad?  That's
no solution and we both know it."

Kendra felt a bit uneasy as she listened to mother and daughter; this kind
of stuff didn't happen at home.  However, Kendra understood not all homes
were like the one she grew up in.

Allison's voice fairly dripped disgust.  "You may be right, young lady, but
at least I wouldn't have stooped to something like this."

"And you want to know why I spent all my time away from home."

Kendra decided it was time to get dressed and leave.  Rising, she started to
pick up her clothing."

"Don't move," Allison commanded.  "I want to know why you allowed this to
happen - and in my home!"

Always one to speak her mind, Kendra turned to her mother-in-law, a picture
of calm.  "I realize you may be thinking horrible things about me right now.
 However I make no apologies for what happened here today and for good two
reasons.  One, Andrea needed to be comforted.  Two, because she's family and
I love her."

"Oh, really?  I suppose if I fell into your arms crying, you'd comfort me in
the same manner."

"Yes, if it was what you wanted."

"Do I look like a lesbian?"

"Such a harsh word," Kendra chided.  "Do I look like one?  Does your
daughter?"

Allison wasn't ready for the answer Kendra provided.  And, she noticed,
Andrea had moved closer to Kendra, lending her support.  She also had to
admit the two women were, ah, exciting in their nakedness.

"So, I'm supposed to act like nothing happened?"  Allison was beginning to
run out of effective arguments, feeling her own emotions misbehaving.  What
was going on here?

"No, Mother," Andrea said.  "What happened here just might save things
between Dale and I."  She placed a hand on Kendra's thigh.  "As well as
giving me a chance to know my sister-in-law better.  If I'm right, I know
just how to change things for the better."

"Allison," Kendra said, taking the older woman's hand.  "What happened here
today was all about love and togetherness.  I'm sure Andrea will go home to
Dale and screw his brains out, just as I will with Adam."

Allison looked at the hand upon hers then into the face of the owner.  "I
don't know about this; it isn't right."

"When it comes to love, everything is right, Allison.  You just have to
believe."  Kendra spoke the words with deep conviction.

Andrea sighed, taking her mother's free hand.  "Mother, there's nothing you
can do about it.  It's done and over with now - please let it go."

Allison made one last attempt to seize control over this situation.  "What
would your father say?"

Andrea wrapped an arm around Kendra, pulling her closer.  "Wanna go ask
him?"

Allison's mouth fell open with an audible click.  "You can't be serious. 
He'd have a stroke!"

"Probably."  Andrea giggled at the mental image of her father walking into
the room, seeing daughter and daughter-in-law stark naked.  "He'd shit a
gold brick!"

Allison took a very deep, much needed breath, knowing she should be angrier
than Hell - and finding she could accept this truth.  Freeing her hands
(with great reluctance), she made a show of straightening her blouse.

"I'm going back downstairs before your father really does come up here. 
Kendra, you and Andrea obviously know something I don't - I just hope it's
the right thing for everyone."

Standing and heading for the door, Allison looked back at Kendra and Andrea.
 Part of her didn't want to leave; there was something magical taking place
here.  To her surprise, Allison found she wanted to be a part of it.  But
not now.  Without another word, Allison opened the door and stepped into the
hallway.

Alone, Andrea looked at Kendra.  "Wow.  I thought she'd have a fit!  I
wonder why she didn't?"

Kendra leaned over, letting her lips brush against the silken smoothness of
Andrea's cheek.  "I know why."

Andrea's eyes closed as Kendra continued to kiss her face.  "Tell me."

"Later.  Right now, I want to get to know you better.  Lie back..."

*   *   *

"Dad, you just don't understand what's going on here!"  Adam's frustration
continued to grow as he paced the room.

"Why don't you explain it to me?"  Roger remained seated, a smug, confident
look plastered across his features.

Adam exhaled loudly.  "It's simple, Dad.  I live with my wife's family
because I want to.  How many times do I have to tell you?"

"As many times as I have to tell you a married man should have his own
house."

"Roger.  Leave the boy alone."

Roger and Adam turned toward the sound of Allison's voice as she descended
the staircase.  "He's a grown man and can do whatever the hell he wants to.
It's his life and perhaps you need to give him a chance to live it his way."

Roger's jaw unhinged.  Allison hadn't exactly shouted nor had she raised her
voice; however, both men knew Allison meant business.  She sat, motioning
for Adam to join her.  "Your father means well, of course; he comes from the
old way of doing things."

"Mom..."

"Hush, child.  You are your own man.  Behave like one."  Turning to her
husband, Allison's face grew stern.

"And you need to back off and give the boy his space.  He's got decisions to
make about his life and he can't make them with you interfering in his
affairs.  If he wants your advice, I'm sure he'll ask for it."

Roger sat back in his seat, not believing what he was hearing.  Momentarily
numb and truly at a loss for words, he asked, "Is Andrea okay?"

Allison's face softened slightly at the question.  "Andrea is just fine now
she's got a chance to talk to someone about her troubles, someone who will
listen without putting their two cents in."

Roger recoiled as if slapped, exactly the reaction Allison had hoped for. 
Deep inside, Allison felt somehow liberated and at peace with herself.

Adam cleared his throat before speaking.  "Mom, Dad, there's no need for us
to argue about this.  I know what I have to do and why."  He paused for only
a moment.  "Where's Kendra?"

"Upstairs with your sister.  They should be down in a moment."  Allison's
words couldn't have been better planned for as she spoke, Kendra and Andrea
descended the stairs, both women looking radiant and happy.

"Darling," Kendra spoke.  "Andrea's coming home with us for dinner, if you
don't mind."

Adam looked at Kendra then his sister at once understanding what had
happened.  Adam looked at his mother who imperceptibly nodded her head.

"No, I don't mind at all."  Adam turned to hug his mother.  "Mom, thanks for
having us over.  We'll stay in touch and let you know how things are
developing with the baby."  Standing, he went to where his father continued
to sit, the stunned expression written on his face.

"Dad, you may not agree with me on these things, but I know what I'm doing.
Just as I trusted you when I was younger, you'll have to trust me now."

Having said that, everyone gathered their things and left.  Roger could only
watch as son, daughter, and daughter-in-law passed through the doorway.  As
the sound of their cars faded into the distance, Roger turned and looked at
his wife.  "What in the name of God was that about?"

Allison looked lost in thought as she remembered the scene she stumbled
upon.  "Nothing you'd understand," she answered.  She smiled, knowing her
path and Kendra's would cross again.

"Nothing you'd understand."


Part V, Chapter Fifteen

Ellie sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  Spread out before
her, Devon watched his sister clean away the remnants of his seed with love
and amusement.

"Mmm, that was tasty."

"You like the way I taste?"

In answer to his question, Ellie lowered her head, flicking her tongue
across the sensitive head of Devon's maleness, grinning when he flinched at
the touch.

"Hey!  Take it easy!" Devon complained half-heartedly.  "Last time I looked,
it was still attached, though you did your best to rearrange things."

Ellie settled into the crook of Devon's arms, breathing in his heady male
scent.  "Oh, you're complaining now?  I can stop, you know."

Devon hugged his sister closer for a long moment before replying.  "You know
I'm not complaining.  It's just even after all these years, you can still
wow me with your intensity."

"I love you, silly - why wouldn't I give you my very best?"  Devon's reply
was cut short by the sound of the front door opening.

"Mom?  Dad?  We're home and we've got company with us."

Devon and Ellie smiled at the combined announcement and warning, which meant
"put your clothes on and stop acting like a couple of horny teenagers long
enough to be civil to our guest."

"We'll be down in a moment, Kenny.  Make your guest comfortable and
welcome."  Devon playfully slapped Ellie's still-firm bottom.  "Come on,
woman.  Can't keep company waiting."

"Oh, all right.  Damn!  What happened to the good old days when you could
screw all day without being interrupted?"

Devon laughed while slipping into his shirt.  "Beats the hell out of me. 
Let's go."

Minutes later, Devon and Ellie stepped into the living room.  Finding it
empty, they followed the sound of voices into the kitchen where Kendra, Adam
and - goodness - Andrea sat.  The trio had steaming mugs in front of them. 
Adam looked up at their approach and waved for them to join the group.

"Mom, Dad, you remember my sister, Andrea?"  Adam said by way of
introduction.

Ellie extended her hand to Andrea.  "Of course I remember!  How have you
been?"

"Fine, thank you," Andrea answered while clasping Ellie's hand in her own
for a moment before accepting Devon's hand.

"It's good to see you again, Andrea," Devon said.  "What brings you to our
neck of the woods?"

Kendra looked her parents.  "I invited Andrea over for dinner, You know, to
spend some time with us."

Little warning lights went off inside Devon's head.  Obviously, there was
something more here.  Keeping his surprise from reaching the surface, Devon
replied, "I see.  Doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it El?"

Ellie had the same look on her face as Devon, meaning she also had some
thoughts about what may have brought this on.  "Sounds great to me!  After
all, we don't know very much about Andrea and it'll give us a chance to get
acquainted."

Kendra leaned over to Adam and said, sotto voice, "See?  I told you they
wouldn't object."

Adam reached into his pocket and withdrew a five dollar bill.  "Here's your
blood money.  I feel like I've been hustled."

Andrea looked at her brother.  "What was that about?"

Smiling triumphantly, Kendra turned toward Andrea.  "He bet me five dollars
Mom and Dad would object to your staying.  I won."

Andrea looked at her brother.  "You never did know when to go with the sure
thing."

Adam looked at Kendra.  "Oh, I don't know about that.  Looks like I've got a
pretty sure thing right here."  He patted Kendra's hand affectionately.

"I'll say," Andrea muttered as she remembered the day's earlier events.

"Well, now that we've got this settled," Ellie said, "Kenny, will you come
help me get the guest room prepared?"

"Sure, Mom.  Will you excuse me?"

"Guest room?" Andrea asked.  "Am I staying longer than just dinner?"

Kendra stopped in the doorway.  "I didn't think you'd mind spending the
weekend, particularly after our conversation."

Andrea felt a flush of warmth course through her as she ran through her
options.  Dale was away on business and, honestly, the thought of spending
another night alone didn't appeal to her.  Andrea frowned.  "What do I do
for clothes?"

"Don't worry about it - we can go over to your place later if you want.  If
not, I'm sure we can find something for you to wear."

Okay, I accept your invitation!"

"Great!  I'll come back for you in a few minutes and get you settled in!"

"Thanks, Kenny."

"Think nothing of it," Kendra said sweetly.

"Kendra!  I need a hand up here!" Ellie called.

"On my way, Mom!"  Waving, Kendra disappeared.

*   *   *

Ellie was opening the drapes, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room
when Kenny finally joined her.  "It's about time you got here."

"Sorry, Mom.  I was clearing up some last minute details."

"Uh-huh.  Check the bathroom and make sure the towels are there and clean,
will you."

"Sure thing," Kendra said, skipping into the bathroom.

Ellie busied herself with the bed for a few moments before calling out to
Kendra.  "What happened between you and Andrea?"

Kendra stuck her head out the bathroom door, having the good grace to look
embarrassed.  "I loved her."

"Why?"

Kendra looked thoughtful for a second before answering.  "It seemed like the
right thing to do.  She's so sad and lonely right now."

Ellie rolled her eyes, looking at the ceiling.  "I can understand your
compassion, honey, but I'm not sure making love to Andrea was the smart
thing to do."

Kendra stepped from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Mom, I
didn't intend for it to happen.  She needed comforting and one thing led to
another."

Ellie nodded, understanding the situation.  "I'm wondering if it was worth
the risk of exposure."

"Perhaps," Kendra said.  "Even though thing happened quickly, I really
didn't think there was much of a risk."

"Oh?  Why not?"

Kendra smiled.  "She is family, after all."

"True enough.  Okay, you've explained what happened.  Would you care to
explain why you invited Andrea here?"

Kendra's voice took on a more serious tone.  "She needs our guidance to help
her with some problems she and Dale are having."

The yellow alert which had been flashing in Ellie's mind instantly changed
to red.  "What are you proposing?"

"That Andrea sees firsthand how we get along with each other.  It wouldn't
help her much if someone just told her how well we live together; Andrea has
to see it for herself."

"You're right, of course," Ellie agreed.  "However, she may see more than
what anyone has bargained for."

Kendra shrugged.  "She's family and, unless I'm wrong, all things are
applicable."

Ellie had to stop and think about this.  Within the family, their way of
life was an accepted norm, one which was never argued or debated.  The
philosophy covered one and all, without exception.  Still, there was a
measure of common sense which had to be applied.  For example, one didn't
take out a full page ad in the local newspaper declaring one's love for
their family members and include all the juicy details.

"One more question, then you can show Andrea the room.  What if she can't
deal with our version of love?  It could hurt her more than help."

A smile tugged at the corners of Kendra's full mouth.  "You had the same
concern about Adam and he survived it."

"He did at that.  Okay, we'll just have to see what happens."

*   *   *

Adam and Andrea were out behind the house, exploring the wooded area which
led to the lake.

"Jesus," Andrea exclaimed.  "They own all of this?"  Adam nodded.

"This, the lake and a lot of the land on the other side of the lake.  Dr.
Williams has done well for himself and the family over the years.  Look over
here."

Andrea turned in the desired direction and found herself looking at the
lake, which was framed with trees bearing the bright colors of early fall. 
"What am I looking at?"

Adam drew closer to his sister, pointing across the lake and up.  "See that
house up there?"

"Yeah?"

"That's where Lorne lives.  Pretty nice, huh?"

Andrea whistled.  "I'd say nice is a poor choice of words.  They must have a
spectacular view of the whole valley from there."

"They do, trust me."  Adam's voice had grown strangely quiet - and Andrea
noticed it.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, nothing.  Just remembering something."

"What?"  Facing her brother, Andrea could see he was clearly embarrassed -
Adam's coloring had darkened noticeably and he was doing everything he could
to avoid eye contact with Andrea.  "Come on, spill it!"

"Well," Adam started, shuffling his feet.  "This is where I lost my
virginity."  He pointed to one spot in particular and Andrea noticed the
man-made box nestled under one large tree.

Andrea stepped away from Adam, making her way over the indicated spot. 
Stopping, she turned back in the direction of the lake.  It took only a
moment to grasp the reason for his predicament.  She turned, barely hiding
her amusement.

"They saw it all, didn't they?  This is the only angle where you can see
into this place - the trees make it impossible from anywhere else."  Andrea
studied her surroundings closely before glancing in the direction of the
large house on the other side of the lake.

"I'll be damned!  They could have watched the whole thing with binoculars or
a telescope."  Adam looked like he wished he were invisible.

"Seems like your in-laws are some kinky people!"  Andrea laughed as she
returned to her brother's side, running her fingers playfully through his
hair.  "I wish I could have seen your face when you found out they had been
watching."

Adam chuckled, remembering the look.  "We had made love for, oh, about the
third or fourth time when Kenny turned toward the house and waved.  She
turned and pointed to me, telling me to wave.  I thought she had lost her
mind or something, but I did it just the same."

Andrea was near hysterics as she asked, "When did you think to ask her about
it?"  Clearly, she was enjoying this moment.

"We were on our way back to the main house when I asked her why we were
waving.  When she told me it was to let her parents know we were okay, I
realized they must have been watching the whole thing."

Andrea gave up trying to conceal her laughter, the image of her rather
embarrassed brother firmly fixed in her mind.  She leaned against him to
support herself.

Adam held his sister as the fit of laughter ran its course, feeling
comfortable in the closeness.  Before his initiation into the family way of
loving, this would have been a very awkward moment for him.  Feeling the
firm softness of Andrea's breasts against his chest as she laughed herself
silly, Adam could feel the beginnings of his lust stirring, his cock quickly
growing hard between them.  Andrea felt it, too, the unexpected feeling
putting an end to her mirth.  She pushed away from her brother, a look of
shock on her lovely features.

"Whoa!  What is this?" she asked, nodding at the bulge in Adam's pants.

Adam blushed, more out of embarrassment than shame.  "Sorry, Sis.  I guess I
kinda forgot myself for a moment."

"I'd say you did."  Andrea walked a short distance away from Adam before
turning to look at him.  Not overly tall yet slimly muscular...  Yeah, she
could see what Kendra saw in him, especially the imprint just a bit south of
his belt buckle.

Adam regarded his sister, taking in her beauty.  Slightly taller than
Kendra, firm pouting breasts and not quite the classic hourglass figure with
neatly kept auburn hair framing her oval face - Adam decided Dale was six
kinds of a fool not to appreciate how beautiful and sensual a woman Andrea
was.

"Tell me something, Adam."

Andrea's voice brought Adam back from his erotic examination.  "What do you
want to know?"

"We haven't always been the best of friends since we got older, but you were
always a good listener."  Adam nodded in agreement, wondering where all this
was going.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Andrea.  Is it Dale?"

At the mention of her husband's name, Andrea looked at Adam, shaking her
head.  "No.  Well, it has something to do with him, but not directly."

Adam held up a hand.  "Hold on for a moment, will you?"  Crossing over to
the storage box, Adam fiddled with the combination lock for a moment before
opening the box.  Reaching inside, he withdrew two folding camp stools,
carrying them over to where Andrea was standing.  He opened one, motioning
for his sister to sit before sitting himself.

"Okay, this is better.  Now, take your time and tell me what the deal is."

Andrea waited a few seconds before responding.  "Something happened to me
today, something unexpected and wonderful.  You know Dale and I have been
having some problems?"  Adam nodded.

"Good.  Then it shouldn't surprise you I've filed for a divorce."

"No, it doesn't.  Andrea, what does Dale have to do with what happened to
you?"

"Everything and nothing, Adam.  Before today, I didn't have a clue about
what I was going to do with my life after Dale and I go our own way."

"And now?"

Andrea smiled.  "Now?  Suddenly, I've got this feeling about what I want to
do.  What surprises me is how I came to feel this way.  It's really weird;
you think you know yourself and someone comes along and shows you a side you
never knew existed."

"You've met someone else?"

Andrea's smile grew wider.  "Oh, yes.  I most certainly have."

"Then it's all good, right?"  Adam wasn't sure of Andrea's thoughts, but if
she's met someone else, well, then things must be okay.

"I'm hoping," Andrea continued, "that it will work out for me and my new
love."

"Anybody I know?"  Adam watched his sister blush deeply.

"That's the hard part, Adam.  It is someone you know."

Adam went fishing by asking, "Is this what you and Kenny were talking
about?"  Andrea's blush deepened.

"We talked, yes."  At first, Adam frowned at Andrea's enigmatic answer
before his mind put two and two together.

"Oh, shit!  Andrea, did Kenny make love to you?"

If Andrea could turn any redder, she would be a stop light.  "I'm sorry,
Adam.  Things just happened so quickly!  One moment she was holding me
because I was upset and crying - she felt so warm and soft!  The next thing
I know, she had me out of my clothes and into orbit."  Andrea looked at
Adam, expecting him to go ballistic at this news.  Instead, Adam smiled, as
if he understood.

"Kenny does have a certain... something about her, doesn't she?  She's
really hard to resist."

Andrea was pleased and confused at the same time.  "Your wife and I made
love this afternoon!  Aren't you concerned or angry or something?"

"Should I be?  I don't see what the big deal is, Andrea.  You got seduced by
your sister-in-law; what's so bad about it?"

"For one," Andrea began hotly, "This is your wife we're talking about.  And,
I've never done anything like this before."

Adam continued to smile.  "And you want more of Kenny."  Quietly, Andrea
admitted the truth, more to herself than to Adam.

"Yes.  In that one moment, I think I fell in love with your wife.  I've
never felt anything like it before."  Andrea paused for a moment, trying to
get a grip on her runaway emotions.  "You must think me some kind of nut."

Adam reached cross the distance between them to take Andrea's hand.  "No, I
don't think you're crazy.  And, just so you'll know, I don't have a problem
with what happened between you and Kenny."

Andrea looked at her brother with a fresh perspective; clearly, this wasn't
the same guy she had grown up with.  "Answer a question for me?"

"Sure."

"What's up with your friend there?"  Andrea waved a hand at Adam's still
noticeable erection.  "If I didn't know better, I would swear you were
having some unsavory thoughts about me."

"You wanna hear something?" Adam asked.

"What?"

"I was having unsavory thoughts about you."

"Huh?"

"When we were standing there and I was holding you, I was thinking about how
nice it would be to fuck you."  Adam shrugged, feeling a Kendra-like calm
flowing over him.  Andrea, on the other hand, was anything but calm.

"You wanted to what?  You can't fuck me - I'm your sister!"

"So?  What's your point?"

"My point?"  Andrea was exasperated.  "We're brother and sister, dummy!" 
Even through her amazement at Adam's proclamation, Andrea felt a surge of
excitement.  In a funny way, it was nice to have your brother think of you
as a woman.

"For those who didn't hear me, I'll repeat myself.  What's your point,
Andrea?"  Adam was enjoying every moment of his sister's confusion.

"Well, what would your wife say?"

"Kenny would pat me on my ass and tell me to stick it to you good, that's
what she'd say."

"Oh, you're telling me your wife wouldn't bat an eye?  I don't believe it!"

"Really?  You wanna go ask her?  Andrea, I don't know why you're acting like
this.  You were honest about what you told me; why shouldn't I be honest
with you?  Hell, did you happen to notice I didn't get upset with your
news?"

Andrea had to admit Adam had a point there; however, before she could
respond, the conversation was interrupted by a chirping sound.  Adam reached
into his shirt pocket and removed the small cellular phone.  "Yeah?  Oh, hi,
babe.  No, we're okay."  Adam listened for a moment.  "Okay.  We'll be on
our way in a second."  Adam folded the phone and returned it to his pocket.
"That was Kenny.  Dinner's ready - we should head back to the house.  Hand
me the stool, will you?"

As Andrea folded the stool and handed it to Adam, she said, "Don't think
you're off the hook on this one - this conversation is far from over."

Adam turned to Andrea, a thoughtful look on his handsome face and extended
his hand.  When Andrea took it, he tugged gently, enough to bring her into
his embrace.  Before she could react, Adam kissed her fully and deeply,
sliding his tongue between her full lips.

Andrea reacted instinctively to Adam's kiss, her arms closing around his
muscular body.  She felt a rush of weakness as she returned the kiss,
suddenly remember who she was melting under.  Finding a bit of resolve,
Andrea disengaged herself from Adam with mixed emotions.  One part of her
was angry with her brother's boldness while the woman in her had been set
aflame by the forbidden contact.

"You're right, Andrea," Adam said huskily.  "This is far from over.  Let's
go."  He headed off in the direction of the house with a dazed Andrea
following a short distance behind him.


Part V, Chapter Sixteen

Andrea lay in bed wide awake.  Although it had been a physically tiring day
(not to mention emotionally), she found herself unable to sleep.  Dinner had
been, well, interesting, even though Andrea couldn't remember what she'd
eaten.  Her thoughts had been occupied with her experience with Kendra
earlier in the day and the discussion with Adam.  All during the meal,
Andrea stole glances at Kendra, drinking in her beauty and feeling the
sinful, lusty emotions the exotic woman instilled in her.  From the sultry,
sexy Kendra, her gaze would land on her brother.  What had happened to him?
Once shy and reserved, he now exuded sexuality.  His kiss had done more than
surprise Andrea...

In the relative quiet of the guest room, Andrea listened to the sounds
around her.  The gentle rustling of the night wind through the trees just
outside the window was soothing, yet provided little comfort to the edgy
Andrea.  "God," she whispered.  "What is wrong with me?  My husband treats
me like shit, my sister-in-law seduces me, and now my brother wants to fuck
me!"  Andrea frowned at the turn of events in her life.

Finding no answers from above forthcoming, Andrea sighed in frustration. 
She rose from the comfortable bed and went into the bathroom.  Turning on
the light, Andrea looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing what the
inability to rest was doing to her features.  Andrea turned on the water and
let it run until it was warm before splashing the soothing liquid over her
face.

Feeling better, Andrea began drying her face on the towel when she heard
something.  Looking about the room and hearing nothing, Andrea shrugged and
finished her task, chalking it up to her imagination.  Placing the towel
back on the bar, Andrea turned off the light and was about to leave the
bathroom when she heard the sound again, louder this time and definitely
coming from the other side of a door she hadn't noticed.  Curious, Andrea
went over to the door - the sounds were definitely coming from the other
side!  Cautiously, she grasped the doorknob and turned it, hearing the catch
disengage with a soft click.

The door opened on silent hinges.  Andrea poked her head through the opening
and found herself looking into a darkened room similar to the one she
occupied.  The sounds were coming from her right and she cast her eyes in
that direction, thankful they had adjusted to the darkness.  Andrea's quiet
breathing nearly stopped in her chest.  Before her on the bed, two figures
moved in a sexual ballet.  In addition to the grunts and groans which led
her to this scene, Andrea could hear the squishy, liquid sounds of joined
bodies.

Blinking, Andrea could make out a dark-skinned woman on top, her body
undulating with an almost snake-like ease, her hands massaging moderately
large breasts.  Beneath her came the unmistakable sounds of a man in total
ecstasy.  A burst of excitement ran through Andrea as she realized she had
stumbled upon a couple making love.  Forcing her eyes to focus against the
darkness, Andrea could see Ellie Williams riding the hell out of the guy
under her, which identified the man as Kenny's father..

Andrea's curiosity deepened as she remembered the master bedroom was on the
other side of the house!  Kendra had, during Andrea's tour, made a point of
showing the tastefully appointed room. Mentally shrugging, Andrea figured it
was their house and they could screw anywhere they damn well pleased.

Except for one thing.  The hand which reached up to pinch Ellie's nipple was
much lighter in color. Besides herself, there was only one other person in
the house with skin that light...

"Adam..." Andrea whispered.  "My God..."

*   *   *

Ellie was enjoying herself as she took Adam to greater heights of passion,
riding his blood-engorged manhood for all she was worth.  Beneath her, Adam
had his eyes closed and a grimace of pain/pleasure flickered across his face
as Ellie clamped well-trained vaginal muscles around him.  Ellie knew he was
close, plunging herself deeper onto him repeatedly when she heard Andrea's
whispered exclamation.  Leaning forward, Ellie made a show of shaking her
long black hair, using the movement to glance towards the doorway.

There she was - mouth open, eyes wide.  Ellie decided it was time to give
Andrea something to look at.  Seductively, Ellie ground her hips downward in
slow, wide circles one last time before releasing the slickened shaft from
her velvet embrace.  Adam groaned with disappointment as the warmth was
removed from him, his hips flailing at empty air.

Ellie used a hand to grasp Adam's cock.  Licking her lips in an exaggerated
show of hunger, Ellie covered Adam's thrusting member with her mouth,
delighting in the taste of their combined fluids.  Slowly, she swallowed him
until her nose was buried in Adam's nest of brown pubic hair, holding him
deep within her throat for long seconds before withdrawing.  Ellie's hand
slid along Adam's hardness until a drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit of
his cock, which she greedily licked away with a flick of her tongue.

Andrea watched the display before her with a mixture of disgust and
excitement. Imagine!  Her own brother fucking his mother-in-law!  Yet,
Andrea couldn't deny the tingle of excitement which flowed through her,
hardening her nipples and starting a flow of juices running down her legs. 
Andrea knew she should step away from the scene before her, go back to bed
and try to put things in their proper place.  However, she was frozen in
place, unable - and unwilling - to move.

Ellie was taking perverse pleasure in teasing both Adam and Andrea, swirling
her tongue around the darkening knob of Adam's maleness.  After licking away
yet another drop of liquid love, Ellie tilted her head toward the open
doorway.

"You may as well join us, Andrea.  You can't have any fun standing there
watching unless you're into that sort of thing."  Adam raised his head at
Ellie's announcement to find his sister watching with rapt attention.

"Oh, shit," Adam murmured.

"Relax, Adam," Ellie said, placing a hand on his chest to keep him where he
was.  "It's her choice, just as it was yours to make."  Turning back to
Andrea, Ellie waved her to join them.  "Kenny told me you wanted to know the
secret to her happiness.  Now's you chance to learn for yourself."

Shocked into motion by the invitation, Andrea stepped into the bedroom, her
temper flaring.  "Let me get this straight.  You are in here, fucking my
brother behind your daughter's back and you want me to join you?  You must
be out of your fucking mind!"

Ellie fixed Andrea with a calm, yet penetrating, look.  "First of all,
darling, I am not fucking him behind anyone's back.  Secondly, my mind is
doing very well, thank you."  Ellie gaze flicked to Adam's erection, kept in
place with some expertly applied pressure.  "Besides, there's more than
enough man for both of us, wouldn't you say?"  Having said her piece, Ellie
returned to her labor of love.

Andrea watched as the older Black woman ran a very pink tongue along the
length of her brother's cock, seeing Adam's reaction as he gave in to the
pleasures offered by Ellie.  Her conscious mind rambled with thoughts of
utter disgust with the act taking place before her.  Deep in the back of
Andrea's mind, however, plans were being hatched, dark, sinister, and lusty.

A low, urgent voice whispered unthinkable things to her, placing visions of
having that magnificent, forbidden erection between her own lips in the
front of her, subtly replacing every reason why she shouldn't.

The voice asked, "Don't you have needs which aren't being tended to?  How
long has it been since you've had a long, hard cock inside you, spreading
you wide?"  Andrea blinked and shook her head to clear the tempting visions
from her head, not wanting to give in to the desire because it was so very
wrong.

"Wrong?" the voice teased.  "If this is so wrong, why are you so hot and
wet?"  Andrea had to admit it was a damned good question.  She shut her eyes
against the sight of Ellie sucking Adam's balls one at a time; however, she
couldn't shut off her hearing as Adam moaned in obvious delight.  "Look,
sweetie," the voice said.  "Either lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the
way, okay?  Make up your mind already!"

Andrea took a deep breath hoping to clear her mind once and for all, only to
have the heady, sharp perfume of sex assail her which, along with the
maddening voice in her head, whispered promises of sweet, soul searing
passion.

Andrea's eyelids fluttered open - along with her mouth.  Somehow, during the
argument with herself, she had moved closer to the two lovers on the bed. 
 From where she now stood, she could make out the glistening strands of
saliva clinging delicately to Adam's cock, as well as the tongue which was
applying it.  She could also make out Adam's lust-filled rambling as he
pleaded for Ellie to continue.  Another look and Andrea could make out the
heart-shaped head of her brother's phallus - dark as a plum and oh, so
inviting!

Another blink - Andrea could now make out the shape of each vein which ran
along the thickened length, pulsing with a life of their own under the tawny
grip of Ellie's hand.  A simple movement of the wrist by Ellie revealed the
slightly distended opening at the tip of Adam's maleness at which a single,
clear drop of dew rested.  So clear, so tempting just to flick out one's
tongue and let the droplet rest there, transmitting its salty essence to
sensitive taste buds.

Andrea felt a trickle of saliva escape her parted lips, remembering how a
man's essence tasted fresh from the source.  It looked so good just sitting
there, only now beginning to dribble down the blood-engorged head and
collecting around the circular embrace of Ellie's hand, which was now
proffering the delicious morsel in her direction.  Andrea blinked once more;
this wasn't right but, damn it all to hell, she was hot, horny and straight
up in need.  Tossing her fate to the wind, Andrea allowed her tongue to snap
out and collect her sinful dessert.

Ah...  So hot and tangy!  Like the sweetest of things of which one cannot
get enough of once tasted, Andrea fell to the business of draining her
brother dry.  Her mouth flowed over the spongy knob, quickly removing very
trace of stickiness with her tongue.  Her distended lips ran into Ellie's
fingers, felt the cool stickiness on them and cleaned them as well.  Ellie
smiled and moved aside to allow Andrea full access to Adam.

Without losing her grip on Adam's shaft, Andrea quickly filled the vacancy
left by Ellie and returned to the task at hand.  Fully consumed with lust,
Andrea gave up on savoring the forbidden fruit, opting to throw all caution
to the wind, along with her eternal soul.  She increased the sucking motions
along the length of Adam's cock, her tongue playing a maddening tattoo on
every inch of skin it could reach.

Through slitted eyes, Adam raised his head enough to catch a glimpse of the
she-demon attacking his cock.  A massive surge of fresh lust flowed into him
as he recognized the mane of brown hair bobbing atop a head moving on him at
a blistering pace.  Whatever control Adam had learned deserted him as his
sac tightened painfully, just before the first spurt of love exploded from
him.  "Oh, SHIT!" Adam roared as the full force of his ejaculation beat on
his senses, his body turning into one gigantic, uncontrollable muscle spasm.

Andrea felt the first splash of come against the roof of her mouth, took a
deep breath, and sucked hard, creating a vacuum within the confines of her
rapidly filling mouth - and we all know what happens when you introduce
liquid into a vacuum, don't we?  Stream after impossible stream of semen
flowed into her mouth, making Adam feel as if his sister were sucking the
life from him.  Just as he though his entire supply of seed had been
exhausted, Andrea did the unexpected, making a ring out of thumb and
forefinger and gripping him hard.  Not only did this stop the flow of sperm,
it kept him hard - and painfully so, as his moan indicated.

"Oh, no," Andrea growled.  "I'm not done with you yet, brother.  If my ass
is going to hell, I'm taking you with me."  Without releasing the near
painful grip on Adam tortured penis, Andrea turned to face Ellie.  "When I
get on this fucker, you know what to do, right?"  Ellie's only answer was to
smile.  With her back to Adam, Andrea positioned herself over the dark
purple head of his cock and whispered, "God forgive me," just before
plunging herself onto the waiting member, feeling the thickness spread her
as it quickly vanished into her wetness.

Once fully speared, Andrea exhaled loudly.  "Shit, this feels so fucking
good!"  Spreading her legs wider, she commanded to Ellie, "Do your thing,
woman!  Send me straight to hell!"

"With pleasure," Ellie said, quickly covering Andrea's very exposed clitoris
with her mouth and sucking it into a greater state of hardness, feeling her
victim shudder in sweet response.  Ellie teased the swollen bud of flesh
with lips, teeth and tongue, extracting peals of lusty curses from Andrea. 
And, for good measure, she applied a lavish dose of raspy tongue to the
exposed underside of Adam's cock each time it escaped Andrea's velvety
embrace.

Between the tightness of his sister's pussy and the insanity behind Ellie's
more than experienced tongue, Adam fell to his doom as his cock once again
swelled before coating Andrea's insides with love.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!"  Andrea just lost it, giving voice to long
unrealized pleasure as spurt after spurt splashed against her raw insides,
soothing the flames and, for the moment, putting out the fire.  She hammered
herself against Adam, the impact causing her breasts to shake wildly. 
Andrea reached down, pulling Ellie's face tighter against her, rotating her
hips against the tongue which continued to flick and tease her clitoris.

All Adam could do was ride out Andrea's orgasmic storm as Ellie's masterful
mouth brought his sister right to the brink - and politely kicked her to the
point from which no return would ever be possible.  He could feel Andrea
flooding his shaft and balls with hot, liquid love; whatever Ellie wasn't
catching ran down the crack of his buttocks, causing quite a different
sensation in itself.

Andrea shuddered as the last of her orgasm cascaded through her, leaving
satisfaction in its wake - along with something else.  Still trembling,
Andrea rolled off Adam to lay panting beside him.  The rush of orgasm was
being replaced with a feeling of pure terror as the realization of what she
had done, not to mention who was partially responsible for the quickly
fading warmth.

Ellie sat on ebon haunches to watch the inevitable explosion of emotion she
knew would be arriving shortly.  Idly, she licked her lips, relishing the
unique taste of male and female juices.  Her own lust reminded her of its
presence by hardening her nipples and allowing a trickle of juice to flow
from her.  Making a mental note to resolve her own horniness in a few
moments, she returned her attention to Andrea and Adam.

Adam called out to his sister.  "Andy?  You okay over there?"  He reached
out, seeking her hand.  As Adam made contact with his sister's cooling
flesh, Andrea jerked away violently.

"Don't touch me!  Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Sis, we have to talk about this."  Adam kept the hurt from his voice as
best he could, knowing if Andrea picked up on it, the situation would run
out of control.

"There's nothing to talk about.  God, I feel so filthy!  My own brother -
how could I do such a terrible thing?"

"You didn't do anything you didn't want to do," said Ellie as she placed a
hand on Andrea's thigh, quite surprised when the other woman didn't flinch
or pull away.

"Oh, yeah?  That's easy for you to say; you never fucked your brother
before."  Guilt had Andrea in its grip and was squeezing her heart and soul
tightly in place while Confusion slapped her around.

"You sure about that, little girl?" Ellie asked, her voice dangerously low.
"You've only had a tiny sample of what I've been through in my life.  I
hardly think one roll in the hay qualifies you as an expert on the subject."

Andrea looked at Adam questioningly.  "What the fuck is she talking about?"
Adam toyed his fingers, making a show of inspecting his fingernails.  Andrea
grabbed her brother's hands to get his full attention.  "Answer me, damn
you, before I lose my fucking mind!  What is she talking about?"

Adam cleared his throat, looking toward Ellie who nodded.  Turning his gaze
onto Andrea he said, "Devon and Ellie are not just Kenny's mother and
father.  They're also brother and sister, Andrea.  I know this is hard for
you to hear - it was hard for me to listen to this when I was told."

"You mean to tell me you knew about all this and still agreed to be a part
of this hideous sin?"  Andrea was incredulous.  "What the hell were you
thinking about?"

"I was thinking about my love for Kenny," Adam said before falling silent,
drawing a deadly look from his sister.

"That's it?  All you have to say is you did it out of love?  What a crock of
shit!"  Andrea burned with anger and, oh, yeah, shame as the two emotions
warred against each other for dominance.

Ellie's quiet voice reached Andrea's ears.  "You didn't think so a moment
ago, Andrea.  You were all too willing to work out your sexual frustration
on Adam's cock.  Would you have joined in if you didn't love your brother? 
Or do you make it a habit of jumping on the first hard cock you come
across?"

Andrea bridled at Ellie's statement, her face reddening with both anger and
shame, knowing the other woman's words had hit upon at least a couple of
truths.  "I'll have you know I don't make it a habit of screwing anything
with pants on," Andrea shot back heatedly.  "As for the rest of it, things
got a little out of control."

Ellie remained unconvinced.  "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have implied such a
thing.  However, in control or not, you didn't seem to mind while things
were taking place.  It wasn't until after the fact your mind objected."

Andrea hung her head as Ellie's words continued to echo in her mind.  True
enough, the only thing which mattered was getting some relief; that she
found it while riding Adam's maleness didn't really matter.  Or did it? 
Andrea could feel her eyes pooling with hot, salty tears as the truth
settled in to stay a while.

"I don't know what to think right now, even though I have to admit there is
some truth to what you've said," Andrea admitted as her tears spilled down
her cheeks.  Adam fished around on the night stand until he found the box of
tissues.  "Andy, there's no reason for you to be ashamed of what happened,"
Adam said as he dried his sister's face.  "If I've learned anything from
this, it's there's nothing wrong with showing your love for those closest to
you."  Adam reached up, gently stroking Andrea's face with the back of his
fingertips.

"But, I never thought about you in sexual terms!  Oh, you're a great looking
guy and all, but you're still my brother."

"I have to admit to not thinking of you in those terms either," Adam
confessed.  "However, if this has done anything, it's shown me how much I
really love you."

Andrea felt a fresh flood of tears collecting.  "What are you saying?  How
can you love me after I practically attacked you like some crazed slut?"

Ellie moved closer to Andrea, taking her hands.  "Crazed, maybe.  Slut,
well, the jury will have to deliberate on this one.  Still, what does it
matter?  Can't you see the main issues here are love and happiness?"

"Love and happiness?"  Andrea's laugh contained a tinge of bitterness.  "I
used to know what they were."

Ellie leaned closer, her lips brushing against Andrea's cheek.  "You can get
to know them again."

"How?  If you think I'm having a hard time dealing with this, how do you
think Dale will react?"  Andrea laughed.  "The boy will flip his lid!"

"What does Dale have to do with this?" Adam asked.  "This isn't about him at
all."

"Then, how...?" Andrea couldn't see where this was going.

"You can rediscover love and happiness here with us, Sis," Adam answered,
letting his fingers trail along the contours of one breast.  "Just think of
it!  No pressures, no hassles, no sense of being obligated to Dale and his
tyrannical ways.  Think of what it would be like to be surrounded by people
whose main goal in life is to make and keep you happy!"

"Even if it mean screwing me until I couldn't see straight?"

"If that's what it takes, yes."  Ellie answered, following Adam's lead by
letting one manicured finger trace circles around Andrea's hardening nipple.
 "You can be sure your every need will be tended to."

Andrea began to relax under the dual stimulation.  "What would Kenny have to
say about all of this?  I mean, he's my brother but he's is also her
husband.  It just doesn't seem right for me to, uh, take him away from her."

"No chance of that, Andy," Adam answered.  "Believe me, Kenny wouldn't see
this as an intrusion on your part."

"Besides," Ellie added, "There are more than enough men - and women, if you
like - to go around."

"Huh?"

Adam grinned in the semi-darkness.  "Did you think your activities would be
limited to me alone?"

"Well... yes."

"Guess again, Andrea.  Certainly, Kenny will want to love you again.  It
stands to reason the rest of the family will want a piece of your cute ass
as well!"

A vision of the entire Williams clan lined up before her popped into
Andrea's head.  "This is so hard to deal with.  I don't want to seem like
I'm some kind of sex maniac."

Ellie laughed softly, letting her fingers toy with Andrea's navel. 
"Compared to the rest of us, you're pretty tame.  For now, that is."

"I can see how this could help me," Andrea said, changing the subject while
shifting her body slightly to allow Ellie better access to her tummy.  "How
does all of this help solve my problems with Dale?"

Ellie's warm breath felt good against Andrea's exposed flesh as she
answered.  "For one, you'll have a better idea about loving and being loved.
 Once you understand the way it's supposed to be, you can use your knowledge
to educate your husband."

Andrea laughed nervously, partially out of uncertainty of Dale's compliance
and mostly due to Adam's tongue on her nipple.  "Dale's one of those men who
figures it's a woman's place to put out on demand.  And then, it's his way
or no way.  He could care less if I got what I wanted just as long as he got
his rocks off."

Adam stopped his oral inspection of his sister's nipple.  "Well, then, your
choice is a simple one.  You were planning to divorce him, right?"  Andrea
moaned an acknowledgment, a bit miffed at Adam for the stoppage.

"Then you should go ahead and rid yourself of him."  Having said this, Adam
returned to his oral manipulation of Andrea's nipple.

Andrea's thinking was becoming fragmented by the mouth on her nipple and the
one approaching her rapidly heating center.  "Where will I go?  It's a safe
bet he won't let me keep the house."

"You can stay here," Ellie said.  "We've got plenty of room, either here or
across the lake.  Raise your knees for me, will you?  Thanks..."

Andrea gasped as Ellie's tongue split her outer labia.  "I... I wouldn't
want to, um, impose on any of you.  Harder, please..."

Ellie's muffled reply was barely audible.  "No problem - on either account.
Now, hold still..."

Any further discussion was deferred in favor of some in-depth, nonverbal
talks.  For the next hour, Andrea learned what it like to love and be loved,
openly and freely, with no holds barred as Adam and Ellie took her to
greater heights of passion.  As wave after wave of pleasure crashed against
the shores of her soul, Andrea realized her two lovers asked nothing of her
in return.  Taking a break from the near-relentless assault on her senses,
Andrea watched as Adam moved within Ellie with long, sure strokes.

Of equal interest was Ellie's acceptance of her son-in-law's efforts as the
older woman gave voice to each and every thrill sent her way, literally
clawing and cursing her way through orgasm after orgasm.

Andrea felt, for lack of a better word, compelled to return the loving
feelings which had been so lavishly heaped upon her.  Recalling her
experience with Kendra, Andrea did her best to add to Ellie's pleasure by
alternately sucking and biting Ellie's nipples.  As Ellie cried out in
response, Andrea felt her confidence building, letting her tongue trace lazy
patterns down Ellie's torso until she got a bird's eye view of hard maleness
penetrating soft womanhood.

Andrea watched with rapt attention as the head of Adam's cock, pale in
contrast to Ellie's dark folds, withdrew until only the head remained lodged
within Ellie's sweet confines.  Emboldened by her newly found sexual
freedom, Andrea whispered, "Ellie, let him take you from behind - I want to
try something."  Ellie's response was to groan with feigned disappointment;
nevertheless, she slid from under Adam, rolling to one side.  Andrea quickly
took Ellie's place but facing in the opposite direction, spreading her legs
high and wide.

Ellie smiled wickedly.  "I know what she wants, Adam.  Let's give it to
her!"  Ellie then straddled Andrea, covering the younger woman's face with
dark, damp, pussy before burying her own face between Andrea's waiting
thighs.  Adam positioned himself over Ellie's uplifted backside, lingering
just a moment to savor the sight of his sister's tongue working at Ellie's
engorged clitoris.  There being other fish to fry, Adam slid back into
Ellie's welcome warmth.

 From her position under Ellie, Andrea had a perfect view as Adam worked more
cock shaft into Ellie.  Above her, Ellie trembled under the dual assault of
tongue and man meat, her cries of pleasure efficiently muffled as tried to
keep up the frantic pace.  Andrea smiled as an orgasmic tremor set in, her
body tensing and relaxing in sweet response.  Tilting her head back, Andrea
alternated licking Ellie's clit and any exposed piece of Adam's cock which
managed not to be swallowed by Ellie's gripping orifice.

The three lovers moved with each other to the primal beat of their lust,
each giving and taking.  As the old cliche goes, all good things, etc. 
Andrea could actually see Adam's shaft grow thicker, his strokes becoming
quicker and more insistent.  A moment later, Andrea could see her brother's
cock pumping jet after jet of man cream into Ellie.  Andrea tongued Ellie's
swollen clit faster and harder, instigating a string of lusty curses from
Ellie as her own pleasure peaked and overflowed, flooding Andrea's face with
tangy essence.  As Ellie's vagina contracted, a flow of sperm escaped,
running along the contours of red, puffy labia before forming one large
dollop of seed.  Andrea held her mouth open in anticipation of her brother's
offering, moaning loudly as the salty droplet plopped into her mouth just
about the same time Ellie's demonic tongue exorcised a toe-curling orgasm
from somewhere deep within Andrea's soul.

The sound of wet, hot bodies was replaced with the sounds of three people
doing their level best to catch their respective breaths.  Andrea searched
her soul for any signs of anguish over this incestuous act.  She had to
admit the hot, tingling feelings which continued to wash over her felt
right.  Still, there was one prominent thought in her heart, overlaying the
orgasmic bliss.

Andrea knew, in her heart of hearts, she hadn't just been fucked; she had
been loved and deliciously so.  Absent was the usual selfishness she'd known
since her very first time.  Gone was the empty feeling left by men whose
only care was their own satisfaction.  Andrea realized she had been given
something that transcended mere physical satisfaction - she had been given
enlightenment.  Versed in the usual ways of making love, she had ventured
into places women rarely went, let alone talked about.

Andrea had known the touch of another woman for the first time earlier
today.  She shivered as she remember Kendra's loving, gentle loving which
had been urgent without rushing, insistent but not forceful.  Andrea knew
how emotionally labile she'd been at that time, seeking comfort in any form.
 Tonight was different.  Andrea had once again ventured into the unknown,
this time of her own free will, accepting Ellie's love and returning it as
well.  Another delightful shiver raced through Andrea as she remembered her
first taste of a woman.  No fear, no hesitation - just welcome acceptance
and a need to love.

Andrea could feel sleep descending upon her as she looked toward Adam. 
Damn!  Andrea smiled dreamily, wondering why making love with him never
occurred to her before now while also realizing the silliness of her
question.  Still, as sleep claimed Andrea, she vowed to correct this obvious
oversight in her life.


Part V, Chapter Seventeen

Morning sunlight streamed in the curtained window, casting its warmth onto
Andrea, who stretched luxuriously, happy and content.  And sat straight up,
wide awake and wondering where in the name of God she was!  Looking around,
she recognized the well-appointed guest room... but how had she gotten in
here?  Her last memory was of being in bed with, oh, shit, Ellie and Adam...

"Good morning," a baritone voice said, coming from her right, causing Andrea
to yelp in surprise.  "Did you sleep well?"  Andrea turned toward the voice
and found Devon sitting in the upholstered chair which occupied the room.

"Shit!  You scared me, Devon!  I slept just fine, thank you.  But..."

"Yes?"  Devon's smile was magnetic.

"How did I get back in here?"  Andrea gestured to take in the whole room.

"I happened to be looking for Ellie, knew she'd be with Adam - but I didn't
expect to find you with them.  I figured it would be easier for you to wake
up in your own bed - a lot less chance of any discomfort."

"Thanks," Andrea offered, carefully noticing Devon hadn't commented further
on her presence in the bed, let alone her obvious state of undress at the
time.  "About last night..."

Devon raised one long-fingered hand in dismissal.  "You don't have to
explain anything, Andrea.  Especially if you're not, ah, comfortable about
it."  Devon settled back into the comfortable chair, taking stock of his
son-in-law's sister.  Earlier in the morning, Ellie, Adam, Devon, and Kendra
had discussed the events of the night before, with Devon drawing the short
straw as the person Andrea would see upon awakening and to answer the
questions they knew she'd have.

"Oh, I'm all right," Andrea answered - and meant it.  She had never felt
more comfortable in her life, even after having the strangest experience in
her entire life.  "What do you want to know?"

Devon laughed at Andrea's positive stance.  "If you're asking me, then you
must be handling all of this better than we expected."  He nodded approval.
"That's good, Andrea.  To answer your question, I just want to know one
thing."

"Go ahead," Andrea replied, feeling a confidence she'd never known before. 
Remarkable, since she was about to have a talk about getting laid to a man
she only met once or twice before!  "Were you loved?"

"Was I ever!" Andrea exclaimed.  "You know, at first I though all of this
sick and disgusting.  That was before I stopped looking at it from my old
perspective."  Andrea shifted her position on the bed before continuing. 
"Ellie and Adam had an interesting way to rid me of my old way of thinking,
but it worked.  I never realized something so wrong could be so right."

Devon nodded in silent agreement.  "It does take some getting used to.  It
took Adam a little longer to get used to being a part of our loving family.
But, as you discovered, he's well adjusted."

"That isn't all he is," Andrea muttered, her body remembering the utter joy
of being filled by him.  Turning her attention back to Devon, Andrea asked,
"So now what?  I mean, what happens next?"

Devon regarded Andrea with a tilt of his head, as if not understanding the
question.  "I don't know, Andrea; what do you want to happen next?"

Andrea fixed Devon with a puzzled look of her own.  "Am I expect to 'join
up' or something?"

"Don't be silly!  Of course not!"

"What, then?"  Andrea's confusion was parading itself openly.  "I don't get
it."

Devon shrugged.  "What's there to get?  You are Adam's sister and, thus, a
member of the family.  We wouldn't treat you any different than we do Adam
who, by the way, is here by his choice.  He could have walked out on Kenny
and the rest of us on the first night.  Hell, he still can."

"He's still here," Andrea said, understanding where Devon was going.

"Exactly.  I know of your plans to divorce Dale and I'm supposed to tell you
that you're welcome to stay here."  He looked around the room expansively. 
"This room will be yours, of course.  As Adam will attest, you won't want
for anything."

"What's the catch, Devon?  This is too good to be true."

"You wound me, Andrea - there's no catch, no gimmicks, no nothing.  Just the
family reaching out to another family member in need."

"I wouldn't have to, uh, you know, earn my keep?"

Devon frowned his displeasure.  "Just allowing the family to help you is
reward enough for us.  Please don't insult us by implying you have to do
something in return."

Andrea's face reddened at Devon's mild rebuke.  "I'm sorry, Devon.  It's
just... damn!  This has all been like a dream to me, one I don't want to
wake up from.  I could leave Dale today and spend the rest of my life here
without missing him one bit."

"And, pray tell, why is that?"

Andrea thought carefully over her answer, sighing deeply.  "Because I know
everyone here will love me, even those of you who are just getting to know
me.  And I need to show my love to everyone who loves me."

"Well, then," Devon said while getting to his feet, giving Andrea a good
long look at his trim form as well as the outline of his maleness.  Devon
smiled before announcing, "It's all settled.  Let someone know what you want
to do and we'll see about getting things in order.  Are you hungry?  For
food, I mean," letting Andrea know he was aware of her gaze.

"I'm starving," Andrea replied.  "And not just for food, if you catch my
drift."

"I do, indeed.  You'll have plenty of time to feed yourself.  For now,
though, let's get you showered and fed.  Pancakes or waffles?"

Andrea smiled brilliantly at Devon, already knowing what decision she'd
make.  "Yes."

"Yes?  Yes, pancakes or yes, waffles?"

"Yes."

"Women," Devon uttered as he left Andrea to her morning ablutions.

*   *   *

Andrea arrived for breakfast some twenty minutes later, feeling well-rested
and full of energy.  Freshly showered and outfitted in jeans, T-shirt and
light sweater, she joined the rest of family, taking a seat next to Kendra.
Kendra acknowledged Andrea's presence with a nod, turning her attention
momentarily to something Ellie was saying.

"...So, we won't need to make any other changes.  There'll be plenty of room
for everyone."

Adam and Kendra both nodded in agreement.  "Not that it makes much
difference," said Adam, giving everyone a sample of his magnetic smile.  "We
usually don't spend much time in our rooms - sleeping, that is."  Kendra
giggled.

Devon spoke up, taking in Andrea with his warm glance.  "All there is to
settle now is a buy-in from Andrea."

"Buy-in to what?" Andrea asked between a mouth full of waffles.

"Well, I told everyone about our conversation this morning.  Depending on
your answer, we'd love to have you stay here with us."

Andrea sat her fork on the plate carefully, having nearly dropped it upon
hearing Devon's announcement.  She looked at everyone around the table,
taking those few seconds to make the biggest decision in her life since
accepting Dale's marriage proposal.  Andrea looked at Devon as if some
ulterior motive could be found on his handsome features.  Instead, she saw
only the quiet confidence everyone in this family seemed to possess.

Turning her head slightly, she looked in Ellie's eyes, finding the same
confidence along with a look which promised a lot of interesting days and
nights.  Andrea shivered involuntarily as both her mind and body remembered
the sensations delivered by Ellie just mere hours ago.  Putting the memory
aside she looked at Kendra and another shiver raced up her spine.

"Get a grip, girl," she told herself before allowing her gaze to settle on
Adam.  Even though born of different roots, he was clearly a member of this
family, fairly oozing the Williams family confidence and sexuality.  Who
would have thought the best sex she'd ever experienced had come from the
last person she ever dreamed of?

Feeling as if she were taking too long to answer, Andrea cleared her throat
before speaking.  "After everything which has happened in the last
twenty-four hours or so, the first thing I have to say I'm not  really clear
about what has really happened."  Andrea managed a weak smile, shaking her
head.  "Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every minute of it." 
Andrea could feel tears welling in her eyes; Kendra placed a warm,
comforting hand on hers.

"Take you time, Andy; we all know how important a decision this is.  It's
not easy giving up one way of life for another."

Andrea nodded.  "Dale and I, well, things haven't turned out the way I had
hoped.  Last night, Adam and Ellie showed me what it was like to be loved
unselfishly."  Tears spilled down Andrea's cheeks, falling softly onto the
simple tablecloth covering the cherry wood table.  "I want more of this kind
of love."

Ellie spoke quietly.  "Even if it means receiving it from Adam?"

"Yes.  It was one of the things which makes my decision an easy one." 
Andrea dabbed at her eyes, feeling her resolve return.  She looked once more
at everyone seated at the table, drawing strength from them and feeling the
outpouring of love.  "If Adam could make love to me without batting an eye
and not feeling bad about it, then how could I do any less?  After all, he's
my baby brother and I can't let him one-up me!"  Adam rolled his eyes and
placed a hand over his heart as if wounded.

"My answer is yes, yes, a thousand times yes.  I want to be here with you
and experience the love and joy you share every day.  Of course, I'll have
to let Dale know I won't be coming home."  She sighed.  "You know, I'm
leaving my husband and I don't feel bad about it at all."

"As well you shouldn't," a deep baritone voice agreed.  Heads turned toward
the new voice as Lorne Williams entered the room, followed closely by
Etienne and Kymber.

"Mother.  Father.  Grandmother."  Devon nodded to each in turn.  "It's good
to see you, but I thought you were on vacation."

"We were." said Eti, taking a seat next to Andrea.  "Until your father he
had enough of lying around playing victim."  Turning, Eti flashed a smile at
Andrea.  "Andrea!  It's really good to see you again!  How long has it
been... since the wedding, right?"

Andrea blushed under the rapt attention being paid to her.  "Yes, ma'am. 
It's good to see all of you again," she greeted, accepting a kiss from
Kymber on the cheek.

"Ma'am?  Please, child - you make me sound ancient!  Call me Eti."  Andrea's
blush deepened.  Lorne circled around the elegant table until he stood next
to Devon.

"What's this about Andrea leaving her husband, Dev?"  The look Lorne gave
his son said he wouldn't be put off by some half-assed answer.  Andrea's
mouth opened to answer but snapped shut with a look from Lorne.

"Andrea has decided to leave Dale and move in with us."  Devon showed no
fear or intimidation.  Lorne's eyebrows threatened to crawl up his forehead
and down the back.

"Ah, might I ask...?"

"She knows, Dad."  Devon looked at Andrea giving her a big wink.

"I see," Lorne said, continuing to circle the table until he stood behind
Kendra and Adam, who at least had the good sense to look nervous.  "Andrea?"

Andrea swallowed.  "Yes, sir?"

"Before I welcome you to the family, I want to be sure you understand what
you're getting into."

"I think I do, Dr. Williams."

"If I'm not being too pushy, might I ask why you're so sure?" Lorne asked,
even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

Andrea looked lovingly at Ellie for a moment before letting her gaze fall
onto Adam.  Lorne's only response was to raise a single eyebrow.  "Hmm. 
Well, I suppose the matter is settled."

"Pretty much, Dr. Williams," Andrea said.  "Look, I've discovered what your
family is all about and even though I was shocked at first, I've had time to
think about it all and the whole thing makes sense.  In fact..." Andrea's
voice trailed off, her eyes going out of focus as she looked at Devon.

"Andrea?" Lorne asked.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

Andrea became aware of the entire family watching her with looks of concern
crossing their faces.  "Damn!  I'm sorry!  My, uh, train of thought got
derailed for a moment."

Lorne had noticed Andrea's lapse of attention occurred when she looked at
Devon.  Even though the oldest of the assembled group, he wasn't so old he
could tell Andrea had designs on his son.  "Well, we stopped by to have a
talk with Ellie, Kenny and Adam about a few things, so if you'll excuse us
for a while..."

"Sure, Dr. Williams.  I've got to go upstairs and get the bed made anyway."
Andrea turned to leave the room and remembered something.  "Devon?  If
you're not busy, would you give me a hand moving the chest of drawers?  I
need to get something which fell behind it while I was dressing."

Devon took a moment to glance at his father, who nodded.  "Sure, Andrea. 
I'll be along in a moment."  Andrea smiled brightly and left for her room. 
Devon's attention was held by the sight of firm bottom before being drawn
back to his father's presence.

"Son," Lorne began.  "I hope you know what you're doing; it's an awful big
risk you're running by allowing Andrea access to the family in this manner."

"Dad, if what Adam and Ellie told me is true - and I don't have any reason
not to believe either of them, Andrea will fit in just fine.  You'll see!"

"I hope you're right," Lorne conceded, clamping a fatherly hand on Devon's
shoulder.  "Well, I'm off to talk to the rest of the horde; stop by when you
get done."

"Okay, Dad."

*   *   *

As Andrea fussed over folding the comforter, she felt as if a great weight
had been lifted from her soul.  It had been one thing to think about Adam's
in-laws as being part of the overall family; however, it was something else
to be in their presence, looking into their odd-colored eyes and fairly
basking in their magnetism.  "Especially Etienne," Andrea whispered to
herself.  There was something about the woman who reminded her of Kendra -
only a thousand times calmer and a million times more intense.  Andrea
interrupted her introspective review upon hearing the light tapping on the
bedroom door.  "Come on in, Devon," she called out, feeling her pulse begin
to race.

Devon's head appeared around the open edge of the door.  "Ready to move the
chest?" he asked, stepping into the room.

"Sure, just give me a second to square this away."  Looking up at Devon just
for an instant send an unbelievable chill through her.  "This is one good
looking man," she thought.  "And," her libido supplied, "he looks to be well
equipped to handle things, if you know what I mean."  Andrea smiled despite
herself.

"Okay, I'm ready!"  Andrea crossed the room, wiping her hands on her thighs.
 Finding a place for her hands, she looked up at Devon, who had also gotten
a grip on his side of the chest.  Their eyes met and Andrea felt her jaw
slacken just a little at the contact.

"On three, okay?  One... Two... Three!"  Devon's muscles locked as he
brought his strength to bear against the oak chest.  With Andrea's help, the
massive piece of furniture move all of two inches, enough for Andrea to look
behind it.

"Whoa!  There it is!"  Andrea could see her lost object glinting in the
sunlight.

"Okay," Devon said, slightly winded.  "Let me know when you're ready to put
this thing back."

Andrea bent over and wiggled her hand into the small space, her fingers
fishing for some purchase on the object.  With a grunt, she managed to loop
a finger around the edge; from there, it was a simple matter to extract it.
"There!" she said triumphantly, standing and holding her prize up for Devon
to see.

"I can see why you'd want to get that back," Devon said while nodding to the
contraceptive bracelet dangling from Andrea's fingers.

"Yeah, I took it off to shower this morning and it must have fallen of the
back."  Andrea slipped the bracelet back over her wrist, feeling the
expected tingle when the bracelet's sensor reestablished contact with the
sensor just under her skin.  "The bracelet does its job, but it can be a
pain in the ass sometime.  Whoever invented this damned thing must have been
out of their mind."

Devon chuckled.  "He can be a bit goofy when he feels like it, but I hardly
think my father is out of his mind."

Andrea turned to face Devon, her face reddening.  "Oh, shit.  You mean Lorne
is THE Dr. Williams, the one who invented this?"

"The one and only."

"I feel so stupid."

"You shouldn't blame yourself.  Look at it this way; it's better than taking
pills or having your plumbing cut on."

"You've got that right," Andrea agreed, sighing heavily.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing.  I was just thinking about Dale."

For a moment, Devon felt irritated at the mention of Andrea's husband. 
"What about him?"

Andrea flopped down across the bed, positioning herself so she could see
Devon.  "I was just thinking about the argument we had over having
children."

Devon sat on the bed facing Andrea, grateful to sit.  "I take it he wasn't
overly fond of the idea."

"Hmpf.  That's putting it mildly.  The boy lost his ever-loving mind.  Told
me he didn't want to be burdened with the responsibility of bringing a new
life into the world."  Andrea sighed.  "At first, I thought he'd change his
mind, you know, after we'd been married a while longer."

Devon felt a twinge of sympathy for the younger woman.  "Was this the reason
why things went sour between you?"

"Partly.  The other part was because he just wants to have things his way
all the time, like nothing I could say or do was good enough for him."

"And now you think you've found what you're looking for with us."  More
statement than question.

Andrea propped herself up on an elbow, staring intensely at Devon.  "Yes, I
do.  Why do you ask?  Do you think I'm making a mistake?"

"No," Devon said.  "I don't.  I'm just wondering if our way of life is the
best thing for you.  There are a lot of things to be taken into
consideration, some nice, some not-so-nice."

"My little session with Adam and Ellie crammed a lot into my head, Devon,"
Andrea said confidently.  "Yeah, there's the no holds barred intimacy and
the implications behind it.  From where I'm sitting, though, the good
outweighs the bad here."  Andrea sat up suddenly, looking intently at Devon.
 "May I ask you something?"

Devon shrugged.  "Sure - go ahead.  One of the things you'll learn around
here is we have no secrets from each other."

"You've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

Devon's eyebrows rose in surprise.  "You know, since you asked, no.  Well,
not in the conventional sense anyway."

Andrea nodded, more to herself than in response to Devon's answer.  "I
thought so."

"What does my not ever having a girlfriend have to do with anything?"  Devon
was clearly puzzled.

"Everything.  You've never had to go looking for love and affection, never
had to go through the disappointments most guys go through when they grow
up."

"Oh, I know all about the disappointment.  I've seen what it did to some of
the guys I hung around with in school."

"But you've never gone through it yourself."

"Well, no.  I suppose not.  What's your point?"

Andrea smiled sweetly at Devon.  "My point is you've never had to experience
the special feeling one gets when they meet the right person."

Devon could now see what Andrea was getting at.  "Ah, of course.  You're
saying because I've always had my relationship with my family, I've always
had all my physical and emotional needs taken care of.  You know, I never
really looked at it from that perspective."

Andrea moved closer to Devon, stretching out beside him.  "My point exactly.
 See, I know this is right for me.  I need to love and be loved while being
free to explore myself without having to deal with recriminations.  It's
just a simple fact of when it's right, you know it."

Devon looked at Andrea in a different light, having most of his early fears
put to bed.  From the descriptions provided by both Adam and Ellie, Devon
was afraid that Andrea's motives were purely sexual in nature.  Devon
allowed himself a mental shrug, reminding himself there was some truth to
the sexual aspect.  Oh, but wouldn't it be interesting having someone other
than Kymber to make love with.  With a practiced eye, Devon let his gaze
flow over Andrea's lithe form, noticing he way her clothing clung to every
curve.  And, he couldn't help but notice, she had some pretty good sized
nipples...

Andrea was very much aware of Devon's silent appraisal, hoping he liked what
he was seeing.  Without making it obvious to Devon, Andrea coyly rearranged
her position on the bed, giving Devon a look at her backside (and hoping it
wasn't as fat as she thought).  Even without being able to see Devon, Andrea
could feel his gaze upon her and, shit, it felt good to be appreciated for
being a woman.

"Andrea," Devon said, forcing himself to focus more on the conversation than
on Andrea's lovely body.  "As my father does, I hope you've made the right
decision for yourself.  Speaking for the family - my part of it, that is -
we welcome you and look forward to making your stay with us as pleasant as
possible."

Andrea was barely paying attention to Devon's warm words.  Instead, she was
listening to a more insistent voice, one born of primal passion and desire.
Suddenly, Andrea was very much aware of the aura of masculinity being
projected by Devon.  Her position on the bed not allowing her to look at him
didn't matter; she could feel him and, oh, God, did she want him.

"Devon?" Andrea took a split second in deciding her fate.

"Yes?"

Place your feet right on the edge and just fall forward...

"Make love to me."

For probably the first time in his life, Devon hesitated before answering. 
True enough, he wanted Andrea; hearing the details of her evening with Ellie
and Adam made her much more desirable.  On the other hand, Devon knew his
desire was being fueled by sheer lust.  This wasn't about showing love for
another in their special way; no, this was about a good old fashioned
bone-jumping.  Still, inbred responses kicked in.  Licking his lips, Devon
said, "You sure this is what you want?"

Andrea's answer was to sit up, neatly pivoting on her bottom until she faced
Devon.  Crossing her arms over and down, she removed her top in one smooth
motion to reveal a pair of small but perky breasts, each topped by semi-hard
nipples.  Andrea cupped a breast in each hand, massaging her nipples to full
erection.

"I've never more sure of anything.  I want you."  Andrea's passionate blush,
once limited to her face, began to spread along her neck and shoulders
before creeping along the upper contours of her breasts.

Andrea leaned forward to crush her mouth against Devon's, submitting to the
passion.  Tongues sought each other, tasting and discovering while hands
made themselves familiar.  Andrea moaned as Devon's hands explored the soft
globes of her breasts before making their way down to the waistband of her
pants.

Reluctantly, the kiss was broken just long enough for Andrea to wiggle out
of her pants while Devon hurriedly removed his clothing, exposing his
muscular frame.  Andrea lay back on the bed, her arms open and inviting, not
wanting to waste one precious moment.

As Devon eased himself into her embrace and his lips began to explore the
flesh just behind her left ear, Andrea realized there was more than just
lust and passion at work here.  From the very first moment she laid eyes on
him, Andrea had felt drawn to Devon, a feeling which had soothed and
frightened her.  As Devon's tongue traced an interesting pattern along one
nipple, causing Andrea to shiver with delight, a part of her knew she had
fallen in love with him.

Andrea cradled Devon's head to her chest as he sucked each nipple in turn,
raising her excitement and bringing the heat to searing levels.  She reached
between their perspiring bodies and found him hot, hard, and throbbing
within her grasp.  Her fingers toyed with the silken flesh of his shaft
causing Devon to gasp with pleasure.  Andrea couldn't wait to feel Devon
inside of her - but first things first...

Wriggling out of Devon's embrace, Andrea moved between Devon's legs before
lowering her mouth onto his stiff member, effectively cutting off any
protests.  The couple moaned in unison as Andrea slid two thick inches of
man meat into her mouth, savoring the musky scent and the slightly spicy
taste of the man under her.  Slowly, Andrea's head began a bobbing motion,
each  downward plunge gathering more of Devon's shaft into the deep recesses
of her throat.  Devon's hands cradled and stroked Andrea's face as he
settled in to enjoy the oral attention, his features alternating between
smiles and grimaces as Andrea eagerly sucked him.

*   *   *

"Be sure to tell Dev to give me a call later this evening," Lorne said,
kissing first Ellie then Kendra before joining Kymber and Etienne at the
front door.  "He must be rearranging the whole room for Andrea!"

Adam, standing behind wife and mother-in-law, hid a smirk behind his hand. 
"Devon's rearranging something, alright.  But I don't think it's furniture."
 The departing Williams', along with Ellie and Kendra, turned to look at
Adam.

"Are you suggesting my son is doing unsavory things with your sister, young
man?" Kymber asked with mock seriousness.

"I'd say it's a safe bet, knowing my sister."

*   *   *

Andrea tossed her head back, a silent scream of pleasure poised to escape
her lips as Devon drove deeper into her, his hands spreading tender buttocks
to allow deeper penetration into her wetness.

"Oh, God, yes!  Give me more, baby!  Slide that hard cock in up to your
balls!  Fuck me, Devon, oh, shit, fuck me til I can't see straight!"

All Devon could do was grunt in reply.  Perspiration dripped into his eyes,
stinging them, before splashing onto Andrea's upturned ass.  For Devon, it
was pure bliss being able to see and feel Andrea's entire body shake under
his hard, insistent strokes as well as hearing her impassioned pleas for
more.  Better still was the incredible feeling offered by Andrea's
overheated sheath as it continued to grip him convulsively, bringing him
closer to completion.  A hard thrust, quickly followed by an even harder
thrust and Devon began the delicious task of filling Andrea with his seed.

"Oh, God!  Oh, yes!  Do it!"  Andrea's cries dwindled into incoherent babble
as her own orgasm caught up with her.  With all the force she could muster,
Andrea clamped down on Devon's jerking cock, trapping him deep inside until,
finally, Devon grew soft enough to fall out of her velvet embrace.

"Damn!  You really know how to move furniture, don't you?" asked Andrea.

Equally exhausted, Devon replied, "Something moved, but I'll be damned if I
know what.  You okay?"

"Hmm, never better.  You wanna know something?"

"What's that?"

"I'm hungry."

"Well," Devon chuckled.  "Moving furniture is hard work."  Devon patted
Andrea's firm - and slightly moist - bottom before starting to rise and
dress.

"Devon?  You mind if I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

"You know what happened between me and Kendra, don't you?"

"I heard about it, yes."

"Then you know I've never done anything like that before."

"It's what I heard.  Why does it concern you?"

"I can't say if 'concerned' is the word I would use to describe how I feel
about it."

Devon paused in the middle of putting on a sock.  "If you're not concerned,
then what's up here?"

"It bothers me how easily I gave in to Kenny, not to mention how much I
enjoyed it."  Andrea shivered at the memory of Kendra's oral pleasures while
feeling her nipples harden.

"So?  Kenny's a little hard to resist, if I must say so myself."

"It's just that I never thought I would enjoy having another woman doing
things to me.  Then, to top things off, my mother walked in on us."

Devon raised an eyebrow.  "Did she really?  I didn't know..."

Andrea managed a little smile.  "Oh, she most certainly did.  Things got a
little ugly for a moment, but I think my mom understood what was going on,
especially after Kenny had her say about it all."

Devon could easily imagine the scene.  Kenny's imperturbable calm matched up
against a shocked and, probably, outraged parent.  "I'll bet it was
something to see."

"It was, believe me.  Funny thing, though.  My mother didn't really seem to
be all that upset.  Concerned, yes.  But not the raving lunatic I would have
expected."  Andrea shrugged.

Completely dressed, Devon held out his hand to Andrea.  "Come on, let's go
raid the fridge."

*   *   *

Allison Harrison's eyes widened in surprise when, upon opening the door, she
found Kendra waiting patiently.  "Hello, Kendra!  What brings you here?"

"Hi, Mrs. Harrison," Kendra answered while laughing.

"What's so funny?" the older woman asked.

"Well, we're both 'Mrs. Harrison...'"

Allison beamed.  "You're right - we are!  Come on in!"  She stepped back to
allow Kendra inside.

"I came by to pick up Andrea's things.  She's going to be spending some time
with us."

"I see.  She's decided to leave Dale after all, then."  Allison sat down
wearily.  "Tell me, Kendra - do you think she's making the right decision?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, Mrs. Harrison.  What does matter is what
Andrea thinks."  Kendra thought for a moment before continuing.  "Do I
believe she's right?  Well, I know if Adam were to treat me the same way
Dale does Andrea, I wouldn't stay with him."

"That's a fair answer, dear," Allison said.  "Personally, she should have
left him a long time ago, but it wasn't for me to say."

The living room fell into a nervous silence.  Kendra's gaze remained fixed
on the elder Mrs. Harrison, patiently waiting for the other woman to do...
whatever.

Without bothering to look up, Allison could feel Kendra's unusual eyes on
her.  Just knowing the young woman was watching made Allison flush with
warmth.  Allison knew she should show Kendra where Andrea's things were
being kept but, for some reason, she didn't want Kendra to stop looking at
her.

Not wanting to be rude or rush the other woman, Kendra's gaze flicked to her
watch, which wasn't missed by Allison.  "I suppose we should get Andy's
things loaded up, huh?"  Allison said, trying to keep a twinge of
disappointment from her voice.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Harrison.  I do have a doctor's appointment in a
couple of hours," Kendra answered, patting the growing bulge under her
maternity dress.

"One thing, Kendra.  Please call me Allison or Mom, whichever you prefer. 
There's no need for us to stand on formality - you're family now."

"Thank you... Allison."  Kendra's wide smile seemed to make the room
brighter.  "I'm right behind you!"

Once in Andrea's former bedroom, the two women set to the task of collecting
those things Andrea might need.  They worked quickly and in relative
silence, speaking only to ask a question about this dress or which pair of
shoes.  Fifteen minutes later, Andrea's belongings were neatly packed and
ready to go.  Kendra picked up one of the smaller suitcases and turned for
the door.

"Kendra, would you mind if I asked you a very personal question?"

"No, not at all.  As you said, we're family now and I've nothing to hide." 
Kendra put the suitcase down and went to join Allison, who had taken a seat
on the edge of the bed.  "Ask your question, please."

"Are you a lesbian?"  Allison's question was right to the point, making
Kendra smile with approval.

"You're asking this because of what you saw here the other day."  A
statement, not answering a question with a question.

"Yes.  I must admit what I saw disturbed me a little and, frankly, I wanted
to know."

"Not wanting to insult you but, as you can see, I am happily bisexual, if
you must put a label on me," Kendra said, rubbing her swollen belly.

"And you're comfortable with this?"  Allison asked, clearly embarrassed at
having overlooked the obvious.

"Allison, there's nothing for me to be uncomfortable about.  I've been this
way since birth."  Kendra sighed, unsure if she really answered Allison's
question.  Finally, she said, "For me, it's all about loving and being
loved.  I'm sorry, but it's the only way I can explain it."

Allison nodded, envying the younger woman's easy acceptance of who and what
she was.  Absently, Allison said, "I don't think I've ever seen any so...
stimulating."

"Pardon?"

"You and Andy making love.  I was shocked when I first saw the two of you
together but, after a few seconds, I realized I had never seen anything so
hot and exciting."  Allison managed a wry smile before adding, "For a
moment, I found myself wishing it was me instead of Andy."  Having made this
announcement, Allison suddenly felt as if a great weight had been removed
from her.

Kendra matched Allison's smile with one of her own.  "It could have been you
- you needed only to ask," she said, causing Allison head to snap up in
surprise.

"Right.  An old woman like me, wishing for something she could never have. 
You're so sweet to say this."

"I'm not being patronizing, Allison.  It could have easily been you there
being loved, if it was what you wanted."

Allison blinked in surprise at the sudden warmth spreading through her body.
 "You can't be serious!"

"I'm always serious about these things, Allison - love is not to be taken
lightly."

"You are saying," Allison began - and hoping it was true - "if I asked you
to make love to me, you'd do it."

"Absolutely."

Allison chuckled.  "I wouldn't know what to do.  I've never had the
experience."

"You underestimate yourself.  Besides, what's there to know?  You just let
go of your feelings and bring them to the surface; love will take care of
the rest."

"You make it sound so easy," Allison said wistfully.  "And so tempting."

Kendra reached over to take Allison's hands, not surprised to find them
trembling.  To Kendra's experienced eye, she knew the older Mrs. Harrison
was ready to take the plunge, right here, right now.  "It really is that
easy and, as far as tempting, well, would you like to find out?"

At Kendra's offer, Allison felt as if all the blood had drained from her
head to collect in the deepest reaches of her body.  What had she gotten
herself into and why?  The concerned mother in her had wanted to know the
answers to the questions asked but the woman in her had been jealous of her
daughter for having a chance to experience an intimacy she had only read
about.  Allison could readily remember the look on Andrea's face as Kendra
eased orgasm after orgasm from her - the sheer pleasure and ecstasy clearly
taking her daughter to places unexplored.

And she wanted to know what Andrea knew.

"I'd like that, Kendra," Allison said, all the while wondering who had
uttered the words.

"Then let's explore the possibilities, shall we?" Kendra asked before moving
close and planting a kiss on Allison's cheek.  "You wanted answers and the
only way to get them is to experience it for yourself."

Her voice a mere whisper, Allison said, "Yes..."

"Let's begin," Kendra whispered, her hands undoing the buttons on Allison's
sundress.


Part V, Chapter Eighteen

Allison's back arched, her whole body one gigantic spasm as yet another
orgasm rippled its way along her nerves, inflaming her soul.  Each practiced
touch from Kendra sent Allison tumbling further out of control - and not
giving a flying fuck about it.

"Please... stop for a moment!"  Kendra did as she was asked, absently wiping
the copious flow of juices from her face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes.  No.  Shit, I don't even know!  I need to know something before you
drive me insane!"

"What's that?"

"Can we do this together?  I mean, it's not right for you to, shit, do all
the work."

"I don't mind, really," Kendra replied.  "But, yes, we can do this together,
if you're ready to try it."

"Why the hell not," Allison replied, smiling at her own raunchiness.  "I've
gone this far."

"Suit yourself," Kendra said, rising from her place between Allison's
quivering legs.  Turning until her luscious bottom pointed in the right
direction, Kendra gently and slowly straddled Allison's face until she could
feel her hot, moist breath on her flesh.  When Kendra knew her own sex was
within easy reach, she prepared to return to the task at hand, spreading
Allison's legs high and wide.

"Now where were we?  Oh, yes - right about... here!"  Kendra returned to
eating Allison with relish, not really caring whether the other woman
returned the favor or not - but knowing she would.  Kendra wasn't
disappointed when she felt Allison's tentative first licks, her soft yet
raspy tongue teasing along the outer folds of her sex.

Deep inside of Allison, a jumble of emotions was taking place.  To begin
with, there was the joy of making love; once her initial nervousness wore
off, Allison found it easy to settle into the sights, sounds, and smells of
sex.  Well, almost easy.  While the familiar sensations of being eaten were
working their way along Allison's nerve endings, it was the not-so-familiar
feelings which made what was happening less familiar than normal.  Where
Roger's hands were rougher and stronger, the hands under her ass were
perhaps not as strong, but definitely softer.  The tongue working between
the heated, slick folds of her pussy was more insistent yet gentler than
anything she'd ever experienced.

Allison laughed softly against the downy softness of Kendra muff. 
Experience?  What experience could she be thinking of?  Allison had only
seen women making love in the tacky movies she and Roger watched when they
were years younger.  But now she was living it, feeling Kendra's clitoris
sliding between her hungry lips.

The two women ate at each other - it was heady and wild - mother-in-law and
daughter-in-law, locked in the throes of primal passion.  Kendra, with
practiced ease, brought Allison into orgasm after orgasm while Allison,
inexperienced at the ways of Sappho, tried to give as good as she was
getting.

At the moment, Allison's attention was focused on Kendra's anal opening,
flicking her tongue over the wrinkled opening.  Reflex took hold as Kendra's
buttocks tightened in response, emboldening Allison to experiment further. 
While her tongue busied itself in the wet confines of Kendra's pussy,
Allison slipped the tip of one finger into Kendra's ass, feeling the younger
woman respond by pushing against the invading digit until it was in up to
the second knuckle.

Pleased she had found something to give Kendra in return, Allison got busy
working her finger into Kendra's forbidden entrance.  It didn't take long
before the other woman was thrashing against the dual stimulation and,
seconds later, Allison was rewarded with the hot gush of Kenny's release,
feeling Kenny's clit (Christ, it was big) pulsing and jerking with each
spurt of liquid.

Not to be outdone, Kendra lifted her head slightly and with a quick stab,
inserted her thumb into Allison ass and two fingers into her pussy.  The
older woman stiffened at the assault, surprised at the suddenness of the
intrusion and knowing she was close to the edge.

"No..." Allison moaned.  "Not yet, please!  Make it last a little longer!" 
It was hard fighting against the building pleasure wave as fingers and
tongue worked feverishly to accomplish their task.

"The time for waiting is over, Allison," Kendra said softly.  "You have to
experience the love we have to offer you."   Having said that, Kendra
launched into a vicious attack on Allison's vulnerable body and emotions,
letting the wave build then recede over and over, deriving her own pleasure
from the sounds of protest and pleasure streaming from her mother-in-law.

The wave crested inside Allison and this time she knew there would be no
stopping it.  It hit her hard, washing over her tortured senses, searing her
nerves in white hot flames.  Allison was dimly aware of an incredible
wetness between her splayed legs, just as she barely registered the obscene
sounds of slurping and sucking.

"Oh, my God... NO!" Allison screamed as the torrent of pleasure rushed
through her in all its forbidden glory.  Nothing she and Roger ever did
together compared to this singular joy.  Even in her emotional ruin,
Allison's mind frantically searched for some familiar ground to latch onto,
a vain effort to anchor what was left of her soul.  In a moment which seemed
to last forever, Allison felt conflict explode inside of her, momentarily
feeling the guilt and shame of what was happening to her.  Women shouldn't
do these things to each other - only a man can make a woman feel this way! 
The attempt failed and Allison gave in to the ecstasy, burning in the flames
of lust.

*   *   *

Kendra moved away from Allison's sweating, writhing body, placing a
comforting hand on the older woman's exposed thigh.  Some instinct was
telling her Allison was in distress despite being caught in the throes of
orgasm, so she sat and waited, her own body unwinding from the sexual
tension it had been exposed to.

After long minutes, Allison's brown eyes opened, her skin flushed a dusky
red hue and she shook her head attempting to clear the fuzziness.  Lips
parted, Allison took a couple of deep breaths before sitting up, only to
feel the room start to spin.

"Lie back, Allison," Kendra said softly.

"I feel so strange," Allison muttered.  "Like I've been drinking all day."

Kendra smiled at the analogy.  "That was a pretty strong orgasm - it'll take
a few minutes before you get it all together."

Allison did as she was told, immediately relieved when the spinning stopped.
 Once her head cleared, Allison took stock of her condition.  Perspiration
and other fluids soaked the sheets beneath her and, certainly, her hair was
a mess.  Looking up and to her right a little, she saw Kendra's pregnant and
naked form, absently taking note of the more than gentle swelling abdomen
and the larger than usual breasts, filling with milk for the yet-to-be-born
infant.  An intense feeling of guilt and shame lowered itself onto Allison's
thoughts, drowning out the pleasurable feelings which now felt very distant.
 Tears welled up and flowed over clenched eyelids as the realization took
hold.

"My God, what have I done?"  Allison sobbed.

"Nothing you didn't want to do, Allison."

Ignoring the words meant to comfort her, Allison continued.  "What would
Roger think of me if he found out?"

Kendra placed a hand on Allison's thigh.  "He'd think you are one sexy lady.
 I know that's what I think."  Kendra stood, looking for her discarded
clothing.  Turning, she looked back at Allison and added, "That's what Adam
and Andrea would think, too."

At the mention of her children, Allison became a little more agitated. 
"What are you trying to say, Kendra?  That my own children would think I'm
sexy?  That's sick."

"A while ago, you felt the same way about two women making love," Kendra
replied, watching with some satisfaction as Allison's face went beet red. 
Still, she continued to protest, albeit weakly.

"That's different," Allison said, her face burning.  "We're two consenting
adults and you're only related to me by marriage."

"So?  What's your point?"

Allison turned toward Kendra, her eyes ablaze.  "The point is it makes a
difference.  I would never do something like this with one of my children."

"That's a shame - your children wouldn't - and don't - agree."  Kendra
delivered the coup de grace without malice.

Allison was stunned at the implication.  "What are you saying?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

"Adam and Andrea... no.  That's not possible."  Allison started to rise,
only to be gently pushed back to a sitting position.

"Please sit, Allison.  There's something we have to talk about..."


Part VI, Chapter One

Allison didn't know how long she remained sitting on the bed in Andrea's old
room.  Kendra had left... hours?  ago, leaving Allison to ponder a great
many things.

The time had slipped by without notice as Allison alternated between sobbing
silently and crying hysterically.  Where had she gone wrong?  What had she
done to deserve to have these things dumped onto her life?  Gone were the
euphoric feelings provided by Kendra a lifetime ago.  Even through the
tears, Allison's body remembered the passionate heights she'd flown with her
daughter-in-law.

Unbidden, a smile broke through as Allison relived the moment just before
her climatic explosion carried her off, scattering her soul to the four
corners of the world.  Such intensity!  Such raw, vital passion!  The smile
grew wider.

"I haven't been that wicked in years," she said aloud.  At hearing her own
voice, the smile cracked and fell and was quickly replaced by a thought so
crystal clear and focused, the emotional turmoil shied back into a dark
corner of her mind.

"Yes," she quietly said to no one.  "It was wicked and, my Lord, so very
much wrong!"  Truth came into the room and sat on Allison's lap as she
realized just how much enjoyment and pleasure Kendra had given her, not to
mention her amateurish attempts to give back to that wonderful young woman.

"But what makes loving the best it can be?" Truth asked.  "Could it be the
more wrong a thing is, the more enjoyable it is?"

Truth had a point Allison had to admit.  She could easily remember all those
times when she and Roger would be making love in the parlor, hot and heavy,
afraid Roger's parents would come home and catch them, and not really
caring.  Oh, and how about the time in the park?  In broad daylight? 
Allison's smile returned with the memory.

The human mind is a fabulous organ.  So simple in its construction, so
complex in its workings, capable of taking seemingly unrelated items and
putting them all together into one neat package.  Allison's mind was no
different; it delivered the goods right on time - and the revelation it
revealed caused her to abruptly stand.

"My God," she whispered.  "It all makes sense!  I think..."

"That's right, Allie," Truth said.  "Nothing wrong with a girl getting her
fun, even if it was with another girl!  Hey, who cares as long as you had
fun, right?"  Looking into the dressing table mirror, Allison nodded to
herself.

"And," Truth continued, "It was hot and nasty and the kind of thing you
don't tell the girls over a hand of Bridge.  And that's what you really
liked about it, huh?"  Oh, Truth could be such a pain in the ass!

Truth was on a roll.  "See, Allie, people are animals.  Oh, a little more
evolved and all that, but an animal with basic needs just the same.  People,
hon, like to do what feels good and the more it feels good, the more they do
it.  And, to top it off, people really don't care who makes them feel good."

It was really all coming together for Allison, as Truth finally went quiet,
leaving her to think it out.  Society, such as it is, says women making love
to women was wrong.  Still, as Allison learned, it felt good.  The mental
picture of herself and Kendra faded to black, to be replaced by the images
of her son and daughter.

Some girl to girl stuff being one thing, incest was something entirely
different.  The ultimate sin, mankind's greatest taboo - and her children
had broken it.  A wave of despair flowed through Allison's soul, leaving
cold, ugly tendrils of guilt in its wake.  Where had she and Roger gone
wrong?  Sure, they knew such things happened and did everything they could
to make sure it never happened in their home.  In her mind, Allison could
see Adam and Andrea as they played together, always hugging and touching,
showing their love for each other.  The coldness was pushed back a little as
the warmth of the memory enveloped her.

Sure, they would fight - what brother and sister didn't?  At the end, they'd
always "kiss and make up," renewing their bond - just as they were taught. 
The damp, cold feeling intensified as Allison remembered vividly the day she
told them they could no longer bathe together.

*   *   *

"But, Mom!  We have fun taking a bath together!" Andrea complained, her
features contorted in that way only kids can do.

"Yeah, except when she tries to push my head underwater," Adam griped.

"Oh, honey," Allison started, tucking each under an arm.  "I know you have
fun.  But, you're both getting bigger now."

"So?" Andrea said.

"So... big boys and girls don't take baths together."

"Why?" asked Adam, clearly not understanding.

"They just don't," Allison said firmly, putting an end to a very difficult
conversation and sending the children out to play.  Once outside, brother
and sister took a moment to talk about what had just taken place.

"What was Mom talking about?" Adam asked, kicking a loose stone across the
yard.

"I dunno," replied Andrea.  "I hate it when she gets all weird like that. 
Remember the day she stormed into my room?"

"When we were reading and fell asleep on your bed?"

"Yeah.  She freaked out!"

Adam's face darkened as he remember the savage tongue-lashing his mother had
laid on them.  He couldn't remember ever seeing his mother so angry before!
Well, not since the time he painted the cat Day-Glo orange, anyway.

"Andrea?  Do you think that had something to do with what she said?"

"I dunno, Squirt.  Mom has been acting strange lately, just like Daddy."

"What do you mean?"

Andrea sat in the tree swing her father had put up two summers ago.  "Well,
remember he use to give me a big hug and kiss every time he came home from
work?"

"Yeah," Adam replied.  "You always griped about his moustache tickling you."

"Well, he doesn't do it any more.  As a matter of fact, he hardly even talks
to me like he used to."

"I wonder why?" Adam asked, his young mind unable to understand their
parents' behavior.

"I wish I knew," was all Andrea could say.

*   *   *

"You knew why, didn't you Allie old girl?" Truth was back and whispering
seductively in the recesses of her soul.  "You knew but were afraid to tell
the truth.  Didn't want them to know about the dirty deed.  Didn't want them
experimenting with each other, did you?"

Oh, yes - Allison knew and her mind showed her the error of her ways. 
Kendra had been right when she told Allison of the mistake made with the
siblings.  In her mind, a glowing, naked (and pregnant) Kendra sat down next
to Truth.

"You and your husband taught them to love each other, to share with each
other.  Then, before they would naturally take the next step,  you turned
around and told them it was wrong for them to do so - even though they had
done nothing."  Truth nodded in agreement, smiling.

"So, to keep them from finding out, you kept them apart as much as you
could.  And, to make sure neither of you got any ideas, you and Roger began
to put distance between yourself and them."  Truth was nodding so
vigorously, it's head would have fallen off - if it had one.

"When was the last time you hugged or kissed them?  No, I don't mean one of
those motherly pecks on the cheek, either.  Hugged or kissed them as you did
when they were babies, when you loved them with all your heart?"  Allison
could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she replayed her answer to
Kendra's "accusations."

"But, I do love them!" she had protested.  "I'd give my life for them, then
and now."

"Yes, you would," Kendra had answered.  "Still, you and Roger prevented them
from discovering the depth of their love for each other - and you never told
them why."

"I thought we were doing the right thing," was Allison's somewhat lame
reply.  "Incest, well, it just isn't done.  That happens in homes where
parents just don't care what their children do."

"Does it?"  Kendra had asked.  "I think you know better."


Part VI, Chapter Two

Allison's introspective view was dispelled as her husband stuck his head
into the near empty room.

"Allie," Roger said, stepping into the room.  "What are you doing in here? 
Didn't you hear me calling you when I came in?"

"No," Allison replied, shaking her head.  "I didn't.  I guess my mind was a
million miles away."

"Hmpf - I'd say it was," Roger grumbled, taking a moment to look around the
room.  "Hey, what happened to Andy's stuff?"

Allison looked around the room, as if she'd never been in it before
answering.  "Oh.  Kendra was here a little while ago to pick it up." 
Allison stepped around her befuddled husband into the hallway, who darted
out of the door right behind her.

"Pick it up?  For what?  Allison!?"

Allison continued to ignore Roger, descending the stairs and entering the
living room, stopping before the large family portrait taken a year ago.

"Woman, will you answer me?  What the hell is going on around here?  Why are
Andrea's things gone - and why did Kendra pick them up?"

"Roger," Allison said, sighing.  "She's staying with Kendra and her
brother."

"What the hell for?"  Roger Harrison could feel his blood pressure
increasing.

"She's decided to leave Dale.  Doesn't make sense to go home to a man you
don't love anymore, does it?"  Allison was surprised at how calm she'd
become during the last few moments.

"I know that, Allie!" Roger could barely contain his anger.  "What's wrong
with her staying with us?"

Allison turned to face her husband.  "Obviously, she didn't want to, Grumpy.
 Besides, she needs to be around people her own age, not two old
fuddy-duddies like us.  She's a grown woman and can make up her mind about
where she lives and who she lives with."

"But you know how I feel about... those people." Roger's voice was low and
dangerous, his mood darkening.

Allison's own temper flared.  "Who cares if you like them or not, Roger? 
Huh?  I mean, who gives a fuck who you like or don't like?  Can't you get it
through your thick skull?  You don't have to like them; as long as Adam and
Andrea likes them and they're happy, it's the only thing which matters."

Roger was taken aback at his wife's outburst; as it happened, he also
remembered the last time he'd ever seen her this pissed off - the day she
found Adam and Andrea cuddled up and asleep in Andrea's bed.  Then there was
the deal with the cat...  Macho pride took over as Roger picked his jaw up.

"Yeah?  And how do you know they'll be happy?"

Once again calm - and not knowing where it came from, Allison looked into
her husband's eyes.  "Trust me, I know.  I just know.  Call it a mother's
instinct.  What do you want for dinner?"  Allison turned and headed for the
kitchen.

"Women!" Roger grumbled, plopping down in his favorite chair and making a
vow to find out just what was going on in the Williams household.  With God
as his witness, Roger Hamilton Harrison will find out!


Part VI, Chapter Three

Unknown to Roger, he wasn't the only father wanting to know what was going
on.  Lorne paced the spacious living room of his hillside retreat.  In
various states of repose, the entire Williams family, along with Andrea,
watched at the elderly doctor and inventor walked a groove in the plush
carpeting.  Halfway across the room, he stopped and turned to look at Devon
before shaking his head and continuing his pacing.

Devon, for his part, knew his father was doing everything he could not to
explode at this latest turn of events.  Still, he sat calmly - or as about
as calm as any son could knowing his father was pissed at him - and waited
for him to speak his mind.

Beside him, Andrea leaned over and whispered, "He's pissed, isn't he?" Devon
nodded, not taking his eyes off of Lorne.

"It's because of me, isn't it?"  Another nod.

Sitting on the sofa, Ellie turned to speak to her mother, nodding at Andrea
and Devon.  "They look good together, don't they?"

Etienne took a final glance at her father before turning to her daughter. 
"They do at that, Ellie.  How do you feel about it?"

Ellie shrugged.  "How do I feel?  I'm not jealous or anything, if that's
what you mean.  Hey, I'm happy for them; Lord knows Andrea needs someone in
her life who can make her happy."  Parked on the floor in front of the sofa,
Kendra, Adam and Kymber eavesdropped on the conversation taking place above
them.

"But, Mom," Adam began, still having a little trouble calling Ellie "mom",
especially after having made love to her.  "It's been you and Dad for, what,
your entire life?  How can you be happy to see him spending time with my
sister?"

"Why not?" quipped Ellie, smiling lustily at her son-in-law.

"Indeed.  I'd like to hear this myself."  Lorne had stopped his pacing, his
voice breaking up the discussions, commanding their attention.  Seeing he
had them, he continued.

"Devon, I'd like to know why Andrea is here with us."

Stupidly, and caught a little by surprise, Devon answered.  "Because she
wants to?"  That drew a frosty look from his father.

"Very funny, Devon - you know what I mean."

"Yes, sir, I do; I'm sorry.  I simply agreed with Kendra when she said
Andrea needed our help.  And, might I point out I'm not responsible for her
finding out about the family?"  Devon made it a point to look at his
daughter who, in turn, was examining the ceiling for some reason or another.

"You're right, son.  Well, Kenny?  Let's hear it."

All eyes were on Kendra as she responded to her grandfather.  "She needed
love, I gave it to her.  She wanted to know why Adam and I are so happy with
each other, so I told her."

"Not that I believe Andrea would broadcast her knowledge, but why did you
feel it necessary to involve her like this?"

"She's family, my sister-in-law.  For that reason alone, I love her, just as
I love her brother."  Straightening, Kendra held her head high; not in
defiance, but with the confidence bred into her.

"I remember someone telling me a long time ago that it's all about the
family, love and happiness.  They also told me it is our place in life to
bring happiness to those of us; without it, love cannot grow, cannot be
strong.  I wonder who told me this?"

Lorne nodded as Kendra's point scored.  "We've all told you this at one time
or another, as you well know.  Still, I'd like to know why."

Kendra looked across the room to where Andrea and Devon sat hanging on her
every word.  "Because it was the right thing to do, it was what I was born
to do.  I am the result of the love you and Grandmother discovered all those
years ago.  You loved me, loved my parents and I am bound by this love to
spread it to those whom I love."

"This is so," said Kymber.  "Lorne, darling, you didn't seem to have much of
a problem when it was my time to join the family.  I pray you're not saying
it was okay for you to do it then and wrong for Kendra to do it now."

Lorne emphatically shook his head.  "No, I'm not saying that at all; I think
you all understand this.  It's just a matter of us being, well, safe from
those who can't understand the way we are.  Take their parents, for
example."

"What about them?" asked Adam.

"They come from a different school of thought, Adam," answered Lorne.  "Were
they to discover what their children have gotten themselves into, indeed,
what they've done with each other, how do you think they'd feel about them
and us?"

"Does it matter?" asked Kendra, all the while knowing it did.

"Of course it does!" exclaimed Lorne.  "Do you have any idea what could
happen?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," said Kendra; around the room, heads turned as
everyone present suddenly got the impression things were about to get even
more interesting.

"Kenny, honey?" asked Ellie.  "What did you do?  Better yet, who did you do
it to this time?"

"Oh, my God," breathed Andrea.  "Not my father!  Please, God, not him!"

"Relax, Andrea; your father knows nothing about any of this."

"My mother.  You got to my mother, didn't you?" Adam said, his voice filled
with a mixture of awe and flat-out astonishment.  "That's what took you so
long in getting back to the house!"

"Oh, shit," Andrea exclaimed, realization dawning.

Kendra shrugged, not feeling in the least bit guilty.  "She, too, wanted to
know.  After all, it wasn't so long ago she caught me and Andrea together."

Devon turned and looked at Andrea.  "That would explain why your mother
didn't have a stroke.  Remember?  You told me she didn't really seem to be
upset about it."

"Yeah, it fits, doesn't it," Andrea offered.  "Mom was turned on by what she
stumbled onto.  Then, when Kenny went for my things, I'll bet Mom cornered 
her and asked for an explanation."

"I think it's safe to say she found Kendra's answer a bit more than she
expected," Etienne stated.

Lorne raised his hand, taking back the floor.  "Well, this does make thing
rather interesting, doesn't it?  Allison wanted to know and, true to your
nature, you showed and told her.  Everything."

"What else was I supposed to do?  Ignore her?  Act as if it never happened?
Look, she's family, just like Adam, just like Kymber, just like Andrea. 
We've always lived by the rule that with the family, nothing is held in
secret.  We share everything; not only our bodies and our love, but also the
truth."

Truth, fresh from his trip through Allison's soul, nodded in agreement with
Kendra, taking a seat in the center of the room.

"You understand Allison will be paying us a visit, don't you?" asked Ellie.

"I expect so, Mom."

"You also understand she's going to be asking a lot of questions we'll have
to answer?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Then you also understand once she finds out about these two," Ellie said
while nodding at Adam and Andrea, "She'll find out about everyone."

"I understand this as well.  However, I'll ask again; if she's family, does
it matter?"

"I am going to hope it doesn't," Lorne said solemnly.  "For all of our
sakes.  Kendra, despite all your good intentions, you may have jeopardized
our existence."

"I understand, Grandfather - but I don't think so."

"I hope to God you're right, child."


Part VI, Chapter Four

"What the hell am I doing here?" Allison asked herself, just seconds after
ringing the doorbell.  "I should be at the supermarket, not checking up on
my children."  Twenty minutes earlier, Allison was in the car, headed for
the store to pick up a few items for dinner.

Instead, she found herself standing in front of the place where her children
lived, ringing the doorbell.  She looked around the expansive area, noticing
how well-kept the land was and  noting how right Adam was when he said there
was plenty of room for everyone.  Turning to her right, Allison could see a
larger house nestled into the hillside on the other side of the lake. 
Memory kicked in and Allison remembered Kendra mentioning her grandparents'
home overlooked the lake.

Breaking the enchantment of  the beauty surrounding her, Allison began to
lose her nerve and moved to step away from the door when it opened.  Caught,
Allison turned to find Andrea standing in the open doorway.

"Mother?  What are you doing here?"

With bravado she didn't feel, Allison looked into Andrea's eyes.  "What? 
Can't I just drop in to visit my own children?  I know I didn't call, but I
just happened to be in the area - I was on my way to the market."

Andrea stepped aside to admit her mother, puzzled.  "Oh, don't be silly,
Mom.  Of course you can!  We just didn't expect you."  Not this early
anyway, Andrea silently added as she took her mother's coat and hung it in a
nearby closet.  "Come in, make yourself comfortable."

Allison stepped from the foyer into the tastefully decorated living room,
her practiced eye noting how everything was well coordinated in design and
color.  Nothing flashy - just fine examples of good, if not a little
expensive, taste.

"This is a lovely home, Andy," Allison said, sitting on one end of sectional
sofa.  "Must have cost them a pretty penny.

"I suppose it did," Andrea replied taking a seat a couple of sections down.
"I never bothered to ask Devon how much all of this cost."

"His father is a famous doctor and inventor." Allison took in more of the
room, especially the large picture window overlooking - what else? - the
lake.

"I don't know how much it cost, but I do know Devon paid for this himself,
without his parent's help."

Allison blinked.  "He did?  What does he do for a living?"

"Research, like his father.  Some bioengineering stuff," Andrea commented,
all the while wondering when her mother was going to get to the real point
of her visit.

"Hmm."

"Would you like something to drink, Mom?  Coffee?  Juice?"

"Some juice would be fine, thanks."  Allison watched as her daughter
disappeared around a corner with some very confused emotions.  For probably
the first real time in her life, Allison was looking at her child as the
beautiful woman she'd become.  Allison felt a rush of warmth; if mother and
daughter never had anything in common, they did now.  Both had been loved by
the same woman.

Allison took a deep breath, hoping to chase away the feelings creeping up
her spine, mildly surprised to now find herself thinking of Andrea in sexual
terms.  "That's not why you're here," she admonished herself.  Right on
time, too, because Andrea was returning with a glass of juice, which Allison
accepted gratefully.

As her mother took a sip of the juice, Andrea was beside herself, anxious to
learn the reason for her mother's visit.  After Allison had put the glass
onto the coaster, Andrea finally spoke up.  "Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?"  Inside, Andrea slapped
herself - this wasn't what she had wanted to ask!

"Some other time, Andy.  Listen, there's something we need to talk about. 
Is Adam here?"

"I think so; let me check."  Andrea did all she could not to run to the
intercom system.  Reaching the unit, she looked at the labels for a moment
before pressing one.  She was rewarded with a soft tone.

"Yes?  Is that you Andy?"  Kendra's voice sounded far away coming through
the tiny speaker.

"Yep.  Listen, is Adam there?  My mother wants to talk to him."

"Oh, is she on the phone?"

"Not exactly.  She here, in the house."  Andrea could imagine the looks
being exchanged on the other end of the intercom, barely containing her
amusement.

Adam's voice floated through the wiring.  "Mom?  I'll be there in a few
minutes."

Allison had joined her daughter at the intercom.  "Have to get dressed?" she
teased, surprising the hell out of Andrea.

"No!  We're not where you are - our place is behind this one and it'll take
me a few minutes to walk up the hill.  See you in a few!"  The connection
was broken with an audible click.

"Their place?" Allison asked.  "I thought they stayed here."

Andrea didn't answer.  Instead, she guided her mother through the dining
room and into kitchen, pointing to a medium-sized structure about a hundred
yards or so in the distance.  From there, she could see someone walking up
the hill.  "There's where they stay - wedding present from Devon and his
parents."

"I'm impressed!" Allison admitted.  The building Adam had emerged from was
just the right size for a new or small family.  Like the rest of the things
she'd seen, it didn't appear to be overdone or outlandish.

Andrea sat at the kitchen table, unable to contain herself.  Taking a deep
breath, she looked up at her mother.  "Mom, what do you want to talk to us
about?  Is Dad okay?"

Allison turned to look at Andrea.  "Your father is his usual grouchy self,
but he's fine."

"Then, what..."

"All in good time.  Your brother's almost here."

On cue, the patio door slid open; Andrea watched her brother step through
and close the door behind him.  He stood for a moment, taking in the scene,
trying to keep any worry from showing on his face.

"Hey, Andy, Mom.  Is Dad okay?" Adam asked, going to his mother and placing
a kiss on her cheek.

Allison smiled, suddenly feeling warm while embracing her son.  "Like I told
your sister, your father's okay.  No, I'm here for another reason."

"And what might that be?" Adam asked, taking a seat opposite his sister at
the table.

Allison also sat, positioning herself so she could see both of her children,
taking a few extra seconds to compose herself.  Suddenly, with the two of
them present, this wasn't going to be as easy as she originally thought. 
Finally, she spoke, breaking the silence while easing the tension in the
sunlit room.

"Did you get everything you needed?"

Andrea swallowed.  "Most of it.  What things I didn't get I'll pick up in a
few days, after Dale leaves for Norfolk."

"I take it you've told him about your, ah, plans?"

"Yes, and, needless to say, he didn't take it very well."

"To say it was ugly was an understatement," added Adam.

Allison sighed.  The moment of truth was fast approaching.  "I see.  Well,
you know you can count on me and your father if he gives you any problems."

"Thanks, Mom.  I filed the divorce petition yesterday; Devon's lawyer says
he'll have this settled in no time."

Out of patience, Adam changed the course of the conversation.  "Okay, Mom. 
Now that we've got the small talk out of the way, you wanna tell us what's
really on your mind?"

"You know, don't you?  About what's been going on."  Andrea said, taking the
plunge.

"I know what I've been told," Allison said gratefully.  "Is it true?" 
Brother and sister looked at each other nervously.

"No point in lying about it," Adam said quietly, reading the acceptance in
Andrea's eyes.  "Yes, it's true."

"You fucked your sister," Allison said, more statement than question. 
Allison felt a peculiar thrill racing through her.

"Yes, we've made love to each other.  I guess you'll want to know why."

Allison relaxed a little.  "Actually, the 'why' is easy to figure out.  I
mean, you're both young and all that."

"I don't understand..." began Andrea, only to be silenced by a gesture from
her mother.

"I wanted to know a few things.  One, if what Kendra told me was true about
the two of you and, two, if what she told me about this whole family was
true.  Then, I wanted to know how you two felt about it."

"It's a hard thing to deal with, Mom," Adam said.  "On the one hand, it
feels so wrong because it goes against everything you and Dad ever taught
us.  Then again, it makes all the sense in the world.  I just don't have the
words to explain it."  Beside him, Andrea nodded in agreement.

Allison nodded as well.  "Kendra did a very good job of explaining it to
me."

"I'll bet," said Andrea.

"Meaning what?"  Allison could feel a trickle of perspiration run down her
back.

"Let's not play games, Mother," Andrea said, grinning.  "I'll bet anything
she explained it to you the same way she explained it to me."

Allison flushed a deep crimson "I have to admit I've never been, well, loved
like that before."

"It was really something, wasn't it?" Andrea asked, feeling the bond between
them connecting.

"Like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life," admitted Allison,
feeling an exciting twinge in her crotch.

"Kenny does have that 'something' about her, doesn't she?" chimed in Adam.

"She does, at that."  At the table, heads turned in surprise at the new
voice which had entered the conversation.  Three pairs of astonished eyes
took in the sight of Lorne standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Sorry to just walk in on you like this, but I was looking for Devon and
Ellie.  Mrs. Harrison, it's good to see you again."  Lorne took a seat at
the table, folding his hands.

"You can call me Allison if I can call you Lorne," Allison said smoothly,
even though her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Deal.  I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."  Lorne looked
expectantly at each of them.

"From what I've been told, you're a bit of a godhead around here."

Lorne smiled.  "I wouldn't go that far."

Allison turned to face Lorne, looking into his deep brown eyes.  "Perhaps,
but you are held in very high esteem by those around you."

"I love my family, Allison and they love me."

"No doubt," Allison agreed.  "Still, what you do with your family is your
business; including my children in this is something else."

"I'm sure you know they made the choice freely," Lorne responded, unruffled
by the accusatory tone of Allison's voice.

"So I've been made to understand.  How do you expect me to deal with this? 
Hell, we're not even going to talk about what could happen if Roger found
out about any of this."

"As with everything in life, it's a risk we're all willing to take," Lorne
said, shrugging his broad shoulders as if the consequences didn't exist.

"You state the obvious, sir.  This... situation has some far reaching
implications, as I'm sure you know."

"We live with them every day.  As long as we remain together, as a family,
we can survive.  We will survive."

"May I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you have a problem with my children being involved in all of this?"

"Yes and no.  Yes because it is more of a risk to them than to us.  In
essence, we've asked them to take everything they ever learned about loving
and sexuality and through it all away.  Please keep in mind, this by no
means is meant to disrespect you or your husband."

Allison dismissed Lorne's disclaimer with a wave of her hand.  "I understand
this.  So, why don't you have a problem with it?"

Lorne stood, holding up a long finger.  "Just a moment, before I answer." 
Crossing to the refrigerator, he withdrew a pitcher of the juice Allison had
been drinking, placing it on the table before going to the cabinet and
taking our some glasses.  After pouring everyone some refreshment, he took
his seat, savoring the cool tanginess of the juice.

"Sorry, folks - got a little thirsty.  Okay, why I don't disagree.  Allison,
you've sampled our version of being loved; what did you think about it?"

Allison blushed hotly.  "It was intense and soothing all at once.  As the
kids used to say, it was a rush."

Lorne nodded.  "Then you know why I don't object; everyone should experience
that kind of love.  Not just for the sex, mind you."  Allison's eyes flew
open at Lorne's words.

"That's it!" she exclaimed.  "It just wasn't about getting laid - it was the
way I felt with Kendra."  Turning to her children, she added, "It's the way
you feel with each other."

"Mom, I never realized how much I love Adam until the night we made love. 
Yeah, I'll admit I was horny as hell, but it was more than that."

"Mom, I was inside of Andrea and had never been so close to her," Adam said,
swallowing a lump which had magically appeared in his throat.  "It wasn't
just because we were making love; it was like we made a long overdue
connection with each other."

Allison turned once again to look at the author of all this love and
happiness, tears now flowing freely and unashamedly.  "I think I understand
now.  I have only one question for all of you."

"What's that, Mom?"  Andrea and Adam asked in unison.

"Where do I sign up?"

"Mom," Adam said quietly.  "I think I speak for everyone here when I ask if
you're sure you want to involve yourself in this."

"Why wouldn't I be sure?"  Allison was clearly puzzled.  "I'm old enough to
make up my own mind!"

"I don't think that's what Adam is asking, Allison," Lorne said.

"You're right, Lorne.  Mom, do you understand this kind of loving makes you,
um, fair game for all of us?  I mean, you could wind up making love with
anyone.  Even me."

Allison did, indeed, understand this.  In fact, she was already looking
forward to it.  "I know."

"Why, Mom?"  This from Andrea.  "You've got Dad..."

"For the same reasons why you are in this, Andy.  I had a chance to
experience love on a level I've never known before.  I've never felt so
alive before in my life!  I still love your father, but I want to share the
love and happiness you've found with Lorne and his family.  Maybe I want to
make up for not letting you two do what would have happened naturally.  I
don't know!"  Allison's frustration was beginning to show.

"All I know is I want to be a part of this, if you'll allow me to."  Allison
looked to Lorne for... what?  Approval?  Understanding?

"It's not up to me, Allison.  It is up to your children to decide.  Adam,
would you tell Devon to call me when he returns?"  Lorne stood, stretching.
To Allison, he said, "Whether you join us or not, I'm glad we had this
chance to talk."  With that, he left Allison alone with her children and, he
suspected, some major decisions.

"So now what?" Adam asked, watching his wife's grandfather leave.

"Yeah, Mom.  What do we do now?"

What indeed?


Part VI, Chapter Five

Lorne stood before the large bay window that overlooked the lake, his mind
troubled.  The fading sunlight glinted off metal for an instance as a car
traveled down the tree-lined drive on the far side of the lake.  Nodding to
himself, Lorne felt some of the pressure lift from his thoughts as he
recognized Allison Harrison's car as it turned into the flow of traffic on
the main road.

Once the car was out of sight, Lorne once again turned his eyes to the
sprawling land before him.  Even though he'd seen this sight for years, it
never failed to fill him with a sense of awe.  Taking a moment, Lorne
thought about his humble beginnings and how his work at Carlton was
catapulted him to this level of living.  Sure enough, his inventions had
made him millions, enabling him to buy Carlton Pharmaceuticals, which
continued to do well under his brilliant, innovative guidance.

Then there was his family.  Despite all the fame and riches, nothing could
replace the wealth a loving family such as his could provide.  Etienne was a
constant fixture in his life, as was Kymber.  Between them they had given
birth to a legacy of love beyond anything they could have hoped for - hence
the reason for his reflective mood.

Turning away from the window, Lorne crossed the room, instinct guiding him
to his favorite place to think.  The plush recliner molded itself to his
contours as Lorne continued to ponder this latest event in their lives.

"What do you suppose he's thinking about?"

Etienne cast a glance at Kymber, who stood beside her before looking back at
her father.

"I don't know," replied Eti, slowing shaking her head.  "I can't begin to
guess.  You have any thoughts?"

Kymber took a moment to swipe a stray lock of red and silver hair from her
forehead before shrugging.  "Damned if I know.  I can't remember ever seeing
him this pensive before."  Etienne nodded agreement.

"Come on - let's find out what's on his mind."  Eti led the way into the
family room, Kymber right behind her.  As they approached, Etienne took a
very close look at her father, her only true love, noting how the years were
starting to catch up to him.  Thick hair, once coal black, had given way to
thinning gray while his neatly trimmed beard and moustache was shot through
with more gray than black these day.  Still, she noted, his eyes hadn't lost
their fire, even though they now reflected some inner turmoil.

"Whatever the problem is, it can't be as bad as you may think," Eti said
quietly.

Startled, Lorne looked up.  "What?  Oh, hi."

"Hi yourself, dearest," said Kymber sitting on one arm of the recliner while
Eti perched on the other.  "What's on your mind?"

Lorne looked from wife to daughter before answering.  "I think we've got a
big problem."

The announcement was delivered in Lorne's usual calm manner; however, the
effect it had on the women was anything but calm.

"Problem?  What problem?" asked Eti, suddenly focused.

"Come on, out with it!" Kymber urged, no less focused than her
step-daughter.

Lorne took a deep breath.  "I just came from Devon's.  Guess who I found
there?"  Both women exchanged baffled looks.

"Okay, Dad.  We'll play your little game.  Who did you find at Devon's?" Eti
asked, clearly in no mood to play word games.

"Allison Harrison."

Kymber's face reflected her confusion, frowning so hard her eyebrows almost
came together.  "So?" she asked.  "Her children live there, right?  So why
wouldn't she stop by to see them?"

Lorne looked up at his wife, shaking his head.  "You don't understand," he
said.

"No kidding?" Eti said sarcastically.  "Why don't you enlighten us?"  Lorne
cast a stony glance at his still very lovely daughter.

"What you don't understand," he started, adjusting himself in the chair, "Is
what she was talking about with her children when I walked in."  Looking up
at Kymber and Etienne, Lorne's voice dropped to a near whisper.  "She knows
about us... all of us."

Etienne could feel the jolt of surprise run down her spine; Kymber's emerald
green eyes widened.

"Oh, shit," Kymber exclaimed, breaking the moment of silence which had
pervaded the room.  "Let me guess - Kendra."  Lorne's exasperated look
provided the answer.

"Before we get all bent out of shape, let me ask you something, Dad," Eti
said, taming the rush of panic threatening to take over.

"Go ahead."

"I assume she's going to spill the beans, right?"

"Worse than that, I'm afraid," Lorne replied.

"I don't get it," Kymber confessed.  "If she's not going to go to the
authorities, then how..."  Kymber's voice trailed off.

"Dad, you don't mean...?"

"Allison wants to be a part of this," Lorne said, ending the verbal
stalemate.

Etienne rolled her eyes, letting out an explosive puff of breath.  "You
know," she started, getting up from the chair's arm and going over to the
sofa.  "If Kenny was still a little girl, I'd say she deserves a spanking."

Kymber still didn't get it - and said so.  "So she wants to be loved like
the rest of us.  What's the big deal?"  Before Lorne could answer, Eti
provided the answer.

"Roger Harrison.  Sooner or later, the man is going to get very suspicious
when his wife starts spending more time over here and will want to know
why."

If Kymber didn't understand the implications before, she did now.  "Oh,
fuck..."

"Exactly," Lorne said, relieved they were all on the same page.  "He may be
a good man and all that, but if he ever finds out what's going on around
here, things are going to get interesting."

"Has anyone ever told you that you've got a great knack for understatement?"
 Kymber smiled wryly.  "'Interesting' is hardly the word I'd use."

*   *   *

Half a county away, Roger Harrison was pacing between the living room and
kitchen, wondering what was keeping Allison so long.  Frustration dogged his
every step.

"Send the woman to the store after a few things and she takes forever," he
grumbled to himself, once more going to the front door and peering outside
for any signs of Allison's car.

"Damn it!" Roger slammed the door in frustration, his pulse pounding in his
temples.  "Where the fuck is she?"  Any further outbreaks were suspended as
Roger heard the sound of a car approaching.  Racing back to the door, he
flung it open just as Allison pulled into the driveway.  Seething with
anger, Roger waited until the garage door began to open before slamming the
front door closed, stomping off to the garage.  Allison was already out of
the car, getting bags out of the trunk by the time he arrived.

"It's about time you got back!"  Roger's angry voice exploded in the
enclosed space, startling Allison into dropping a bag, breaking something.

"Jesus, Roger!" Allison exclaimed.  "Look at what you made me do!"

"To hell with that!  Where have you been?  I though you were just going to
the market!"

"As you can see," Allison said dryly, carefully picking up the dropped bag,
"I did go to the store."

"For two hours?"  Roger was incredulous.  "It couldn't have been that
crowded!"

"It wasn't," Allison said, pushing her way past her husband.  God, she hated
him when he got like this!

Roger followed his wife into the kitchen, determined to get to the bottom of
this.  "If the place wasn't crowded, what took you so fucking long?"

Allison had enough of the verbal abuse.  Slamming the bags down onto the
counter, she turned on Roger so fast he took a step backwards.  "If you have
to know," she started, her own anger flaring, "I went to see Adam and
Andrea.  Satisfied?"

Roger blinked at the rebuke.  "You went over there?" he asked, spitting out
the words as if they had a bad taste.  "What the hell for?  You know I don't
like that Devon and his family!"

"I don't give a fuck what you like, Roger.  I wanted to see my children, so
I went to see them.  You don't like it?  Too fucking bad.  Get out of my
way."

"You're not going anywhere, woman.  Not until you tell me why you felt it
necessary to go over there."

"Weren't you listening?  No, I can see you weren't - as usual."  Allison
moved to her right, almost making it past Roger before he grabbed her arm.

"Look," he said.  "I'm sorry, Allie.  I didn't mean to bite your head off,
but I don't like not knowing where you are.  And I really don't like you
going over there - those people are up to something and they've involved our
children."

Allison's mood softened at the attempted apology; still, the battle had been
joined.  "Our children are there because they want to be - and they are
quite happy.  Besides," Allison said, wriggling out of his grasp.  "What do
you care?"

"They're my children, too," Roger said lamely.  "I have the right to be
worried about them."

"Then perhaps you should go over there and see them," Allison said.  "Or
pick up the phone and invite them over.  Or write them a letter."

"Never!" Roger's response made him sound like a spoiled brat.

"And, while I'm at it, if you didn't like Kendra's family, why didn't you
object to Kendra and Adam getting married?  You had the opportunity to voice
your opinion - and you didn't."

Roger answered his wife with silence as she walked away, disappearing into
the garage.  As she returned with the last of the groceries, Roger was still
standing in the same place, with the same dumb look on his face.  In that
moment, Allison realized she didn't know who he was any longer.

"The kids have invited me to spend the weekend with them."

"What?"

"You heard me, Roger."

"Well, it's a good thing you told them no."

Allison's head snapped around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. 
"What makes you think I told them no?"

"You did, didn't you?"

"I most certainly did not.  I'm going."

"Like hell you are!"

It was Allison's turn to take several steps backwards as Roger approached,
his glare savage and menacing.  For a moment, Allison thought Roger would
actually hit her, something he never did.  Still, she held her ground.

"Like hell I am," came her defiant reply.  Roger stuck a shaking index
finger between them, making Allison blink.

"You go over there, don't think about coming back here!  If you are going to
have dealings with that family, I don't want anything to do with you! 
Ever!"

Allison shuddered - but not because of Roger's threat.  A cool, blanket of
calm descended upon Allison, deflecting the heat of her husband's anger. 
"What do you have against these people, Roger?  They've done nothing to
you."

Roger was, as they used to say back in the day, "feeling his Cheerios" as he
began pacing the room frantically.  "What to I have against them?  They
think they're all high and mighty!  They look down on us, throwing their
wealth into our faces like we're garbage!"

"Where in the name of God did you get an idea like that?"  Allison couldn't
believe what she was hearing.

"Would they let me pay for the wedding?  No!  They as much said I couldn't
afford it!"

"They said no such thing, honey," Allison said in her best soothing voice. 
"Besides, it's tradition for the bride's family to pay for the wedding."

"Fuck tradition!" Roger spat, his eyes wild and out of focus.  "They just
wanted to make us look like fools!"

Tired of trying to reason with him, Allison left Roger standing in the
middle of the room, cursing and raving like a lunatic.  Going upstairs to
the bedroom they'd shared for so many years, Allison began to pack.  Even
with the distance between them, she could still hear him carrying on. 
Crossing to her dressing table, Allison caught a glimpse of her reflection
in the mirror as she selected the items needed for the weekend.  And came to
a decision.

"Why just make it for the weekend?" Reason asked her.  "You heard what he
said - you go, you stay.  Why come back?"

"Right or wrong, he's still my husband," she said to herself.  "My place is
with him, for better or worse."  A loud crash came from the downstairs area,
followed by the sound of something breaking.

"Then again," Allison muttered, "It might be safer if I give him some time
to cool off."

"Good answer," agreed Reason.

*   *   *

A half hour later, Allison was all packed and ready to go, her bags resting
at her feet, ready for loading in the back of her car. Roger's rage
continued; the dining room and most of the living room was in shambles. 
Looking at the carnage, Allison found her troubled man sitting at what was
left of the wet bar, a glass of something in his trembling hands.

"You decided to go didn't you, bitch?"

"Yes.  You need some time to get your head screwed on right."  She looked
around the wrecked memories of her life with Roger.  "And, I don't think
it's safe for me to stay here."

"Whatever."  Roger belted back his drink, feeling the alcohol burn his
throat raw.  "You just remember what I said - don't come back."  Roger
looked up sharply at his wife, hurling the crystal tumbler in her direction.

"Go ahead, bitch!  Go running off to those rich, snotty bastards!  I don't
need you!  Get the fuck out!"

Allison barely dodged the glass, which missed her head by mere inches,
shattering against the wall behind her and showering her with a spray of
lead crystal.  Tears sprung to her eyes, unable to figure out what had gone
wrong with Roger's mind.

Opening her mouth to say goodbye, Allison thought better of it - Roger's aim
might improve.  Without a glance back, Allison loaded her bags quickly and
started the car.  As she waited for the garage door to open, she could hear
Roger screaming at the top of his lungs, rending her heart into little
pieces.  For a moment, she sat there, some instinct telling her to go to
him, to calm his anguish.

And decided discretion was the better part of valor.  Shifting the car into
reverse, Allison backed out of the garage, taking a look at her home - and
somehow knowing she would never return.  A spattering of rain began to fall,
blurring the windshield.

"You can still go back and make things right," something inside of Allison
said.  "Despite what he's said, you still love him."  Allison sat in the
middle of the street, hesitating for only a moment.  The only sounds around
her were those of the car's engine and the flip-flop of the wiper blades
before another sound crashed into the relative silence.

A loud sound...


Part VI, Chapter Six

"And we commend the soul of our departed brother, Roger Allan Harrison, into
your care.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."  The minister's voice droned
until, finally, the service came to an end.  Kendra watched, her hazel eyes
overflowing with tears, as one by one, family members laid flowers across
the top of the coffin.

Adam stood beside her, his face expressionless as he placed the red and
white-laced carnation on the wooden lid.  Kendra knew the anguish her
husband was feeling on the inside.  To Adam's far right stood Andrea, her
face showing the emotions Adam chose to conceal.  Andrea supported her
mother, who seemed as emotionless as Adam as the rest of the family passed
by, paying their last respects and placing a single white carnation on the
casket.

Allison was barely aware of the people speaking to her, voicing their
condolences and sorrow over such a terrible event in her life.  In the
deepest reaches of her mind, Allison struggled to determine why Roger had
chosen to end his life.  Surely things hadn't been so bad to warrant such an
action.

She sighed, wishing Roger had lived long enough to answer the question.  As
the rain continued to fall from gray, overcast skies, Allison's thoughts
flashed back to those last moments.

*   *   *

The gunshot echoed through the development as Allison threw the car back
into park, fumbling with the door handle.  The damned thing refused to
cooperate as Allison's panic took hold.  With mounting frustration, she
pounded the steering wheel before taking a moment to collect herself.  That
done, she managed to escape from the vehicle's confines, running toward the
still-open garage.  On the fringe of her vision, she could see her neighbors
approaching, roused by the disturbance.

Allison crashed through the entrance to the house, instinct guiding her to
Roger's last known location.  She glanced into the dining room briefly
before heading toward the living room.  She nearly fell over in her haste to
stop, the gruesome scene unfolding before her, a scream escaping her.

"NOOOOOOO!  ROGGGERRRR!"

Roger sat at the foot of the bar, his chest covered in an endless river of
blood. Upon hearing Allison's voice, he looked up, his face graying with the
shock from the bullet wound or the loss of so much blood - Allison didn't
know which and, frankly, didn't give a damn.

"You... you came, um, back," Roger managed to say between gasps of air.  He
winced as another bolt of pain ripped through him.  Despite himself, Roger
tried to sit up as Allison rushed to his side.

"Oh, baby!  Why?  Why did you do this?"  Allison wailed.  Behind her, she
could hear someone yelling about calling the police and an ambulance, even
though she could hear sirens in the distance.

Roger's breathing became raspy and he coughed, sending more waves of pain
through his shattered chest, blood foaming from his parted lips.  His eyes
closed and Allison shook him.

"Oh, God, oh Jesus!  WHY?"  Allison knew her husband was quickly fading, his
skin cold and clammy.  "Answer me, damn you!  ANSWER ME!"

Instead, Roger looked at Allison, trying to focus eyes which refused to
cooperate with him.  Another cough wracked him; years of manners caused him
to cover his mouth with one blood-covered hand.  Returning his gaze upon his
wife, Roger smiled.  "Hi," he said weakly.

Tears cascaded along Allison's face.  "Hi.  Baby, why did you do this?"  Her
whole body shook with the effort to control the panic which has taken roost
in her heart and soul.

"For... you.  Couldn't stand living without you."

"Me?  Oh, dear God...  Roger?  ROGER!"

Roger's head snapped up, his eyes blinking.  "Huh?"

"Baby, I would have been back after you calmed down - you didn't have to do
this!"

"Maybe.  Allie?"

"What?"

"What's that over there?" Roger pointed over Allison's right shoulder. 
Instinctively, she turned to look, realizing too late Roger had pulled the
oldest trick in the book on her.  As her head snapped back around, she saw
the silver-plated .32 caliber pistol in Roger's hand.

"Be happy, Allison," Roger whispered, placing the little handgun to his head
and pulling the trigger, spraying Allison with a ghastly shower of blood,
bone and brains.

"ROOOOOOGGGGGGGERRRR!!!!"  Allison screamed forever, not feeling the hands
of the police trying to pull her away.  Nor did she hear the questions of
the paramedic, who was asking her if she was hurt.  The last thing Allison
remembered was the other paramedic covering her Roger's lifeless body with a
blanket, shaking his head, as the inevitable darkness grabbed Allison and
pulled her into its embrace.

*   *   *

"Allison?"

Allison blinked away the haze of remembering, looking into Lorne Williams'
face.  It took her a few seconds to compose herself.  "Oh, I'm sorry Lorne.
My mind's a million miles away.  Did you say something?"

Lorne gave Allison a nod of understanding.  "I was asking if there's
anything else we can do for you."

Allison took Lorne's strong hand in hers.  "I don't know right now.  Lord,
so much has happened over the last few days, I just can't think straight."

"I understand," Lorne said.  "Listen, why don't you come back to the house
with us?"  He didn't need to add the fact there was nothing at home for her.

"I couldn't..." Allison protested weakly.  "I've got to finish cleaning
up..."  Tears welled into her eyes, spilling onto her cheek.

"Mom, come home with us," Andrea said.  "We can get someone to clean up for
you.  Please?"

"Yeah, Mom," Adam added.  "There's no point in going back there."

Allison shook off the hands unnecessarily supporting her, taking a much
needed deep breath.  "Okay, okay.  I'll come with you.  But only for a
little while."

"That's fine, Allison," Kymber said, taking the other woman's hand.  "Come
on, let's get out of the rain."  Kymber and Eti led Allison to the waiting
limo, with Andrea and Kendra right behind them.

The rain continued to fall as one of the cemetery's caretakers moved in and
flipped a lever.  Lorne, Devon, and Adam watched quietly as Roger Harrison's
coffin was slowly lowered into the open grave, each man lost in private
thoughts.  Finally, the coffin disappeared and the caretakers removed the
green tarpaulin from the mound of dirt as the lid to the vault was lowered,
sealing the casket for eternity.

"You okay, Adam?" asked Devon, shuddering as the lid clunked home.

"Yeah, I suppose," Adam answered hollowly.  "Devon?"

"Yes, son?"

"Why do you think he did it?" Adam asked, turning to follow a departing
Lorne.

Devon dropped into step beside his son-in-law, wishing he could say
something which would ease the younger man's sorrow.  "I don't know, Adam. 
All I know is what your mother told us."

Adam nodded absently.  "They were arguing about Mom coming over to see us. 
She said it was hard to believe he'd get so upset over it."  Adam looked up
into the steady rain, the water stinging his face.

"Parents argue," Devon said.  "That isn't what bothers me, though."

"I know," agreed Adam.  "It's what my father had to say about you - about
us.  Mom said Dad wasn't very fond of the family."

"I can't imagine why," Devon allowed, shaking the excess water from him
before getting into the car.  "We've never done or said anything to anger
him."  Lorne signaled the driver, who put the limo in gear and rolled off.

"Well, now that I remember it, he wasn't really all that thrilled when I
told him I was going to marry Kenny."

"No, he wasn't, was he?" Lorne, like everyone else in the family, was trying
hard to learn why Roger Harrison killed himself.

"Yeah, but I didn't find anything wrong with that," said Devon.  "Adam said
he was very overprotective."

"Mom said he was upset over the fact that you wouldn't let him pay for the
wedding - stuff like that."

"It wasn't like it was a lot of money," Lorne commented.  "Besides, the
bride's family..."

"Is supposed to pay for the wedding," Adam finished.  "I know that.  So do
you."  Adam looked out the window at the driving rain as it splattered
against the car.

"So did my father.  The only thing I can figure he was envious of the wealth
you represented."

"Huh?" Devon said, not understanding at all.  "What does money have to do
with it?"

Lorne, on the other hand, understood.  "Dev, you have to remember something.
 Roger Harrison worked all of his life providing for his family."

"Yeah?  So?"

Lorne shook his head.  "Son, the man worked hard for everything.  Double
shifts, weekends.  Always on the road."  Lorne paused for a moment,
gathering his thoughts.

"Imagine how he must have felt.  His only son meets a girl and falls in love
with her.  Finds out her parents and grandparents are not only famous, but
loaded to boot."

"My father always saw himself as king of his castle," Adam supplied.

"That's right," agreed Lorne.  "Then we unwittingly come along, showing him
his castle looked like an outhouse compared to the splendor we live in."

"Are you telling me it wasn't us he hated?  It was what we represented?" 
Devon couldn't believe it.

Lorne and Adam both nodded.  "In his eyes, we were doing things for his
family he could never do.  Doesn't mean his heart wasn't in the right place,
mind you; he wanted to do these things but, you can imagine how tough it is
when your heart and your finances don't agree."

It was Adam's turn to look a little mystified.  "But, my father knew I
wasn't marrying Kenny for her money.  Or whatever."

"Of course he knew it," Lorne said.  "Didn't mean he agreed with it.  His
mind was made up, Adam."

"Then, to make matters worse, you show up at his house, pregnant wife in
hand and still living on the grounds with us.  For a self made man like your
father, it was unheard of."

Adam was beginning to see the big picture.  "That would explain why he was
always harping about me getting my own place for me and Kenny instead of
staying where we were."

"Right.  Now, to add more fuel to the fire.  You and Kenny leave and take
his only daughter with you.  Then he finds out later she's not coming back
and, for added measure, she's going to divorce her husband and stay with
us."

Adam jumped up, hitting his head on the roof of the car, causing the driver
to glance in his rear-view mirror.

"Ow!  Damn it!" Adam said, rubbing the top of his head.  As the moment of
pain passed, Adam continued his thought.  "My father hated Dale.  He knew
how badly he was treating Andrea, practically turning her into a slave."

"That may be true.  But, look at the differences here," Lorne said as the
limo made a left turn onto the drive leading to Devon's house.  "Dale was a
lot like him."

"What are you saying?" Adam asked, his voice low.  Lorne waved him off.

"You didn't let me finish, Adam.  I was going to say that Dale, like your
father, worked hard for everything.  House, cars, furnishings and the like.
Roger may have thought Dale was a snake in the grass, but at least he was
doing things on his own."

"Like I wasn't?"

"Ah!" exclaimed Devon.  "You know you were and we knew it.  Your father just
didn't want to listen."

The limo stopped in front of the house and the men climbed out, dashing
across the short distance to the door.  Once inside, each shed their wet
overcoats; Devon led them to the dining room, offering to fix drinks.  That
done, they returned to their conversation.

"Imagine, if you will," Lorne said after sipping his drink, "How much he
must have resented us.  To him, we'd stolen his children."

"Then, it looked like we were stealing his wife when she announced spending
the weekend with us." Devon added.

"But, that wasn't the case." exclaimed Adam.  "Mom was just coming over to
spend some time with us.  Why couldn't he see that?"

"We'll never know, Adam." Lorne said.


Part VI, Chapter Seven

In Adam's living room, a couple of hundred yards away from the main house,
Kendra and Andrea were making Allison comfortable.  Well, as comfortable as
she'd let them.  During the silent ride from the cemetery, Allison had come
to the same conclusion the men had come to.  The revelation rocked her to
the foundation of her soul.

"So stubborn," she muttered, causing the other women in the room to look at
her.

"Who?" asked Ellie as she passed Allison a cup of coffee, generously laced
with a dollop of brandy.

Allison took the proffered cup, smiling for the first time in a long time. 
"Roger.  The man just refused to see the truth of things.  No wonder it
haunted him all this time."

The women of the Williams family, along with Andrea, looked at each other,
not understanding what Allison was talking about.

"Mom?  Are you okay?"  Andrea didn't even try to hide the concern in her
voice.

"Of course I am, darling."  Allison sipped at her coffee, feeling the
brandy's warmth coursing through her.  "But," she added, "I've got more
decisions to make."

"Like?" asked Ellie, sitting next to Allison.

"Like, do I want to go back to that house.  It'll be so empty and lonely
with Roger gone."  Allison stifled a sob which threatened to escape.

Kendra went to her mother-in-law, taking the older woman's hands in her. 
"This might be the wrong time to suggest this, but..."

"But what, honey?"

Kenny looked around at the other women in the room before answering, her
eyes meeting and locking onto theirs for a moment.  "You can always stay
with us."

"Kendra!" Etienne said reproachfully.  "What are you saying, child?"

"Nothing, Grandmother.  Except she's welcome to stay with us, that's all. 
Why should she go back to her house?  It's only going to bring back a lot of
bad memories."

"She's got a point there, Mom," said Ellie, taking her daughter's side.

"Kendra," Kymber said quietly.  "Now's not the time for Allison to make such
a decision."  Eti nodded vigorously in agreement.

Undaunted, Kendra locked her odd-colored eyes with Allison's, letting love
and warmth flow from her soul, hoping the other woman could feel it.  "No
better time than the present.  What about it, Mom?  Will you stay?"

"I've already imposed upon you enough, dear heart.  I've been here all week
and it's time for me to put things back in order."

"Yeah," Andrea scowled.  "The house is a mess, everything broken to pieces."
 She laughed.  "Oh, and not to mention the chalk on the floor and Dad's
brains and blood everywhere.  Yeah, I'd want to go back into that shit."

"Andrea!" Kymber admonished, feeling a sudden urge to slap the younger woman
silly for being so disrespectful.

"No, Kymber.  Let her finish," said Allison, carefully setting the coffee
cup on the table.  "Let her get it out of her system."

Pent up grief flowed from every pore of Andrea's being.  "What have you got
left?  Huh?  Me and Adam, that's what!  You need to listen to Kenny and take
her advice, Mom - stay with us.  Put all this dumb shit behind you and get
on with your fucking life!"

"Andrea, your father loved me very much..."

"Did he?  If he loved you so much, why did blow his fucking brains all over
the place?  Why?  This is bullshit!"  Andrea was red-faced with exertion,
practically walking around in circles, waving her hands in the air.

"Mom, I don't mean to sound disrespectful or diss everything you and Daddy
built together.  But, damn, he started acting strange ever since Adam
brought Kendra home.  He just couldn't let things flow, could he?  No, he
had to go stirring up a bunch of shit.  And for what?  Not one mother
fucking thing."

"I know, Andy.  Please baby, sit down before you pass out or something.  All
this yelling isn't going to make you feel any better about this."

"I agree with your mother," Eti said, clearly disturbed over Andrea's
emotional outburst.  "Sit down and take a few deep breaths."

Wearily, Andrea plopped down into a nearby chair, her eyes still
wild-looking but becoming clearer by the second.  "I'm okay - I think.  Mom,
I'm so sorry..."  Andrea covered her face, weeping openly.

Allison went to her daughter, taking the sobbing woman into her arms.  "I
know, baby.  I really do know.  There, there.  It's going to be okay."  As
she comforted Andrea, she turned to Kendra, capturing Ellie, Kymber and
Etienne in her gaze.

"I'll stay, if it's all the same to you.  My children need me, now more than
ever."

"No problem, Allison," said Ellie, joining the older woman at Andrea's side.
 She offered a hand, which Allison took.  Turning, she looked towards the
rest of the women, offering her free hand.

One by one, they joined hands, all now sobbing openly, purging the grief
from their souls.


Part VI, Chapter Eight

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the next,
emptiness.  Allison Harrison experienced all these sensations as the hard
penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She held
her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding
mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.  Wet,
slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal
factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Allison sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her
completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.
 The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable
sensation through her to be added to those already present.  The older woman
added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to
meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body
meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his
thrusts.  Allison lifted her legs higher, to give the man greater access to
her sweltering sex.  "Oh, yeah," she thought.  "He's gonna blow...!" Her
senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the
bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping
together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar
tingling.  A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase
twofold.  Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes
closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick
tool grew larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting
sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth
hardness inside her.  A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her,
causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat. 
Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.  Then
she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. 
Allison floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his
spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.  The
frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside
her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if
electrocuted.

Allison could hear a low keening - his? - as she clamped down on the man's
shaft with her overheated sex repeatedly.  Another contraction, a splash of
juices to mix with his as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving
her with a drained, tingly feeling.  The man's last spurts of semen flowed
into her as he collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

"A'int that 'bout a bitch?" Allison asked as Adam rolled to one side,
panting heavily.  Allison looked at her son with a brand new appreciation,
feeling his seed trickling along the crack of her ass, warm and sticky. 
Even though she felt strangely empty now, the feeling was overwritten by the
near overwhelming warmth left behind by their love.

It was the climax of the most unforgettable night in Allison's life.  Beside
her, Devon continued to pound his way into Kendra, oblivious to those around
them.

"What's a bitch, Mom?" Adam asked, propping himself up on one elbow, toying
with Allison's nipple.

Allison squirmed deliciously under Adam's touch, delighting in the warm
feelings he produced.  "Look at me, in here fucking like a young girl again.
 And fucking my own son!"

"Mom, you were wonderful," Adam said truthfully.

"You think so?"  Allison had been worried about not pleasing Adam.

"Shit, I know so!  You might be, ah, older, but you haven't lost anything!"

"Oh, you're just saying that to make an old woman feel good," Allison said,
feeling her face flush.

"Perhaps you need a second opinion," asked Devon, moving between Allison's
parted legs, his cock waving before him.  Before Allison could utter a
protest, Devon slid into Allison's warmth easily, filling her completely.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as Devon settled into a steady rhythm.  Allison
reached down and pulled Devon further into her, feeling the younger man's
buttocks flex powerfully with each thrust.

Devon smiled at Adam.  "You're right, son - this is some good pussy!"  Adam
laughed, looking around the room for the others.

He found Andrea and Kymber locked in a vicious 69, each woman going at the
other like it was their last meal.  Not far from them, Ellie was riding
Lorne's maleness, cursing like a sailor while Etienne rode Lorne's mouth
into orgasm after orgasm.  Adam rolled off the bed, hurriedly rounding it in
order to get to his wife, who had suddenly found herself unfilled.  Adam
fell into Kendra's welcoming embrace, his cock finding her center.

Kendra sighed as her husband filled her with his very familiar thickness,
their bodies meshing together as they had over the years.  "Oh, yeah, baby!
Fill my cunt with honey!  Fuck me, Adam!"

Adam replied by withdrawing a little, the crown of his erection nestled just
inside Kenny's quivery folds, before plunging into her, causing her to grunt
with the impact.

"Ugh!  Shit, yeah!  That's it, baby.  Ride my ass!  Tear it up, Adam! 
Ooooh!  You son-of-a-bitch!  Yeah, yeah!  Feels so damned good!"

Adam smiled - Kenny was off and running again.  He looked up into another
pair of eyes that had been quietly watching the whole thing.  His smile grew
wider.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?"  Adam asked the watcher.

"Fine, Daddy.  You're not hurting Mommy, are you?"

Adam and Kendra both looked at their nine-year old daughter, Samantha.  "No,
baby," Kendra answered, feeling Adam deep inside her.  "Daddy's not hurting
me.  In fact, he's making me feel good."

Samantha looked around at the sexual carnage taking place around her, her
eyes wide.  "Oh.  Then Grandpa is making great-grandma feel good, too?"  She
nodded at Devon and Allison.

"He sure is, Sam," Adam said, the first spurt of his seed surging into his
beloved Kendra.

The youngster pouted.  "How come nobody's making me feel good?"  She looked
at her father as he plopped out of Kendra's wet - and sloppy - embrace.  He
gathered Sam into his arms.

"All in good time, baby," Kendra said.  "Do you want me to make you feel
good?"

"Yeah," Samantha said, continuing to pout.  "I like it when you make me feel
good down there.  But..."

"But, what, Sam?"

"How come Daddy won't put his thing in me?" the youngster asked, pointing at
Adam's shrinking manhood.  It was all Adam could do not to laugh.

"Because you're not quite ready for Daddy yet."

"Am too!"

Kendra laughed, remembering the time she had the same argument with her own
mother over the very same thing.  "You think so?"

Samantha looked at her mother with a challenging look.  "Uh huh.  If you can
do it, so can I."

"Well," Adam said.  "Daddy's not quite ready to put, ah, my thing in you
right now."

"I know - it takes a little while for it to rest, right?"

"Right you are!"  Adam said, watching Samantha beam at getting the right
answer.

While Adam was engrossed with his conversation with Samantha, Kendra slid
off the bed, going over to where the other participants sat, taking a seat
on the floor next to her mother.

Ellie turned and stroked Kendra's hair.  "Does she remind you of anyone?"

Kendra smiled at her mother, hearing the others with her chuckle.  "Yeah,
well, you made me wait until I was 13 before I got a piece of Daddy."

"Time's change, Kenny," Lorne said.  To Eti and Kymber, he said, "Kids grow
up so fast, don't they?"

Allison also laughed, toying with Andrea's nipple.  "You're telling me," she
agreed.  "One day they're so cute and precious, the next they're screwing
your brains out."

Andrea looked over at Devon, absently fingering the set of rings on her
finger.  She and Devon had been married only a couple of years, but what a
couple of years it had been.

*   *   *

"Well?  Will you?"  Andrea waited patiently for her question to be answered,
coming down off the orgasmic high she'd just experienced.

"Will I what?" asked Ellie.

"Will you be upset if I ask Devon to marry me?"

Ellie was exasperated.  "Andy, how many times do I have to tell you?  No, I
won't be upset!  There!  Are you happy?"

"I just don't want you to be upset, that's all.  I know how you feel about
him."

Ellie reach out, touching Andrea's breast, watching her nipple grow erect
and inviting.  Bending her head, Ellie's tongue flashing out wetly, teasing
the now-firm nipple, causing Andrea to shiver.

"Oh, no!  Not again - I can't take any more!" Andrea protested as Ellie
melted into her arms.  Their lips met and Andrea could feel Ellie's tongue
roaming around in her mouth, feeling her passion returning.  Her back arched
to meet Ellie's thrusts, their pubic mounds grinding together deliciously. 
Andrea winced slightly as Ellie latched onto the tender flesh of her neck,
feeling the welt beginning to rise.

"Hmm, you taste so good," Ellie whispered, basking in the warmth their
bodies created.  She let her tongue trail wetly over Andrea's throat,
savoring the taste.

"Oh, Ellie," moaned Andrea, feeling the other woman's fingers probing her
outer labia.  "I can't do this again..."

"Of course you can - and I'll tell you why," Ellie cooed, finding Andrea's
clitoris and manipulating it into hardness with her fingers.

"Why?" Andrea gasped, her whole body melting under Ellie's expert touch.

"Because I love doing this to you, for one.  Two, I'm horny.  Three..." she
said, slipping a finger into Andrea's wetness.  "It's the only way I'll let
you marry my brother."  Another gasp escaped from Andrea as Ellie's fingers
worked their magic on her, sweeping her into Passion's wake.

"I love Devon, Andrea," Ellie said, rubbing her thumb across Andrea's
exposed clit.  "I'd do anything to see him happy, even if it means marrying
you."

Andrea's squirming increased under Ellie's touch, the beginning of yet
another orgasm making its presence felt along her nerves.  Andrea's back
continued to arch, lifting her ass off the bed.  "Ooooh, please, don't
stop."

Ellie's tongue began a slick journey down Andrea's body, sucking each nipple
into tense erection before leaving a wake of wetness along Andrea's ample
cleavage. Ellie's tongue beat a rapid tattoo in and around Andrea's navel,
raising the heat, increasing their mutual desire.

"No..." Andrea pleaded.

"Too late, my dear Andy," Ellie husked, her breath hot against Andrea's
flesh.  "I'm going to eat you alive!  Call it an early wedding present..."

*   *   *

Andrea's body shivered involuntarily, remembering the dizzying heights Ellie
had taken her.  She had spoken to Devon alone, putting a twist on the
ages-old tradition by proposing to him.  Her heart had been in her throat as
her love pondered the question, finally agreeing to become her husband.

Andrea chuckled softly to herself, also remembering the intense sexual
activity that followed their announcement.  Hell, she couldn't walk without
it hurting for a week.  A gasp from across the room broke through Andrea's
reminiscing and she looked up to see her niece's head bobbing like a cork,
her young face stuffed with man meat.

The room grew quiet as Samantha sucked her father into hardness, her small
mouth barely accommodating the enormous bulb of his cock, two hands grasping
the hardening shaft, massaging it in time with the motion of her tongue.

Adam was taking great care not to move while Samantha worked on him,
watching her head bobbing through half-closed eyes.  Within minutes, his
cock was fully erect and he disengaged his daughter.

"No, I wasn't finished!" Sam protested, feeling her father lift and turn
her.  Seconds later, she was being tickled in that wonderful place by her
father's moustache, momentarily forgetting her disappointment.  Samantha
giggled happily as Adam's tongue wormed its way along her growing bud, the
tip lodging inside her snatch.

"That tickles!" Sam said between giggles, causing the other adults to
chuckle themselves.

"Are you okay, hon?" Kendra asked, running her fingers along Sam's
developing body.

"Oh, yes!  I'm fine, thank you!"

Adam was losing himself in Samantha's young, fresh taste, feeling the young
girl wriggling her bottom onto his face as she experienced her version of an
intense orgasm.  Continuing to giggle, Samantha turned to face her father.

"I'm ready now," she announced to everyone, the giggles continuing to flow
from her.  Around the room, the assembled adults found Samantha's delight
contagious as smiles spread on their collective faces.

"Okay, Sam," Adam said, starting to get up.  Samantha place a small hand on
his chest.

"No, I wanna get on it, just like Grandma Eti did," Sam announced, looking
toward Etienne, who nodded approval.

"As you wish, Princess," Adam conceded, lying back and awaiting.

Samantha positioned her tiny orifice just above her father's cock, her face
a study in concentration.  Beside her, Kendra spoke quietly.  "Remember
honey, try to take it easy.  This is going to hurt, but it'll go away."

Sam nodded, squeezing her eyes shut just before plunging herself onto her
father's sword.  Her eyes grew wide as the spongy head lodged itself into
her slit - and stopped!

"Awww," complained Samantha.  "It won't go in!"  Hearing her daughter's
plight, Kendra's eyes searched the room until she found what she was looking
for.

"Don't move, Sam; I'll be right back."  Kenny jumped off the bed, retrieved
something off the dressing table, and returned to the bed.  A few seconds
later, Adam could feel the cool slickness of a lubricant being applied to
his maleness, hearing Samantha's startled gasp as the same lube was
introduced to her.

"Now try it, Sam," Kendra said.  "But, be careful honey - this stuff is
pretty slippery."

Sam acknowledged her mother's warning with a nod.  Once again, her face took
on an almost adult-like seriousness as she positioned herself over her
father.  "One, two, THREE!"  Samantha plunged herself downward as hard as
she could.

Samantha's gasp was lost in the gasps of the adults as Adam's shaft vanished
inside of the youngster as far as her young body could take it.

"OH, MY!" Samantha cried out, feeling her hymen tear and Adam's cock filling
her.  Sam's body trembled at the unexpected invasion, causing everyone to
move toward her, concern written on their faces.  Frantically, Sam waved her
hand.

"No, don't!  I'm okay!  Mom?

"Yes, honey?" Kendra answered, concern lacing her voice.

"You were right - that stuff is slippery!  And, you know what?"

"What, darling?" Kendra relaxed upon hearing Samantha's happiness.

"Daddy does feel good inside me, just like you said!"

"I'm glad, Sam."  Turning to Adam, Kendra kissed him.  "Congratulations,
darling!  You've made Sam a woman.  Now, finish the job, lover - fill her
with love!"

"My pleasure," Adam said.  Holding Sam's slender hips in place, he began
fucking into Samantha slowly and carefully, allowing his little girl to
enjoy the loving at an easy pace.

The excitement of the moment, combined with his previous exertions and
Samantha's very tight canal, was too much for Adam as he exploded inside of
his daughter.

"Hey!  I can feel it!" Sam said happily, leaning forward as far as she could
to hug her father.  "I can feel your stuff in me!"

Allison watched the whole moment in awe.  Turning to Lorne, she asked, "Is
this some kind of ceremony?  Like a rite of passage?"

Lorne looked at Allison, smiling.  "Sort of.  What do you think?"

Allison's face softened.  "Even after making love with my children for the
first time, I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful."  She
tilted her head up, her lips meeting with Lorne's.  "And, I have you to
thank."

"Me?  What did I do?"

"You let Etienne have her way with you.  Just think; had she not been so
bold back then, none of this would have taken place."

"I suppose you're right," Lorne said, watching Samantha gingerly remove
herself from Adam's spent cock before collapsing into his waiting arms.

"I love you, Daddy!" Samantha said, snuggled against her father's chest.

"I love you, too, Sam," Adam said, as the rest of the family crowded onto
the bed, surrounding the newest of the breed with their love.

Finis?

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