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Subject: {ASSM} Keeping it in the Family - Final part - MF Sven the Elder
Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 21:10:04 -0500
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Keeping it in the family.

Sven the Elder

(C)October 2002

Fuck the Fourth

That night I slept in my own bed and Angela came to me.  Our lovemaking 
was more so just that, lovemaking, gentler, less hurried, less 
frenetic, but no less the enjoyable for all that.  I let her take the 
lead, sitting on top of me and being eaten until she could stand it no 
more but had to have me inside her, moving back down to impale herself 
on my straining cock, sliding slowly down my length until we met, bone 
to bone. The she lay forward to cover me and we stayed, not moving as 
she milked me to orgasm.

Then her daughters took over, Karen when she was home, otherwise Skye 
and Julia. Amazingly there was no rancour, no jealousy between us. On 
one occasion Skye and Julia couldn't decide who's 'turn' it was so they 
both spent the night with me.

 From time to time, usually when Jack was the worse for wear, Angela 
would spend an hour or so with me before slipping back to her own bed. 
On one of those moments she was carrying something that turned out to 
some lube and she greased me up before taking me in the ass, something 
I'd never done before but something she and Jack had done years before. 
  She took a little while to accommodate my size, but before we were 
done I was banging in and out to the most incredible of sensations. 
When I did come it was with an intensity I don't often experience - 
perhaps that's just as well. If they were all of that order there would 
be no good ones to stand out.

This arrangement had been going on for some while when, as we came down 
off a particularly intense moment of 'fucking',  Skye asked me if I 
would 'take care' of a person we both knew.  This was Kathleen, I 
suppose you'd call her Skye's best buddy.  She was a vivacious, highly 
intelligent, well-stacked blonde who frightened the hell out of most 
men, to a degree me as well.  It transpired she was lonely, upset 
because she could never keep a guy for long enough for a decent 
interval to pass before she got them into bed.  She didn't want to get 
the reputation as easy or a one-date lay. The community we worked in 
was small and could be very narrow minded.  I must admit I liked 
Kathleen, but, even though she was a very attractive woman had never 
really thought of her as a 'sleeping' partner as it were. Nevertheless, 
I agreed to play along and see what happened.

I discovered afterwards that it was Angela's idea. Why did that not 
surprise me?

Kathleen came to stay for a weekend, ostensibly to go riding with Julia 
and me.  Skye at that time had not gone back to riding. The weather was 
kind and we had time for a quick canter round the block on the Friday 
night.  Julia was off out with the current boyfriend - yes, even though 
she often slept in my bed, she still had boyfriends, and when they left 
her unsatisfied, guess whose bed she ended up in. Kathleen and I got in 
at dusk and put the horses to bed. She put her hand in mine as we 
crossed the stable yard, so I gave her a little kiss and thanked her 
for her company.  She was blushing a little as we made our way into the 
kitchen for supper.  By the expressions on their faces Angela and Skye 
had both noticed and the 'plan' went into phase two.

By ten o'clock that night Angela and Jack had gone to bed, leaving 
Skye, Kathleen and me sitting round in the parlour. Skye was in 
disgrace, as she'd apparently drunk too much.  In the end Kathleen and 
I half carried her off to bed, undressed her, and tucked her up.  As we 
were leaving, Skye, having waited until Kathleen wasn't looking, gave 
me a furtive wink.  I coughed to stop from laughing as Kathleen and I 
went out to go back downstairs to tidy up and maybe have a night-cap. 
As we stopped briefly on a darker point of the landing, I pulled her to 
me and gave her another kiss. Stiffly she responded and gave me a 
little kiss in return.

"Come on," I said and gently pulled her by the hand down and into the 
parlour.  I left the lights off and  pulled her to me and onto the 
settee.  As we cuddled by the firelight she became a little more eager 
and as I kissed her she opened her mouth to me. Things were getting 
more interesting. Kathleen was more stacked than any of the other women 
and it was going to be an interesting voyage of discovery to see if she 
was a natural blonde.  I slipped my hand under her sweater and inside 
her bra and she moaned into my mouth as I felt her nipple grow under my 
fingers.  She pushed against me.  Then moved back to take her sweater 
off, as she did I undid the catch at the front of her bra so she 
shrugged that off as well.

"Don't maul, they get sensitive," was as all she said, so I didn't, I 
just kissed them gently and suckled on the hard nipples.  As we leaned 
back to get more comfortable she undid and took my shirt off.  Both 
naked to the waist, things sort of went down hill from there, and it 
seemed that not very long after, Kathleen was unrolling a condom onto 
me (her religion didn't allow the pill!) before guiding me into her. 
She came noisily and with language, given her religion, that would make 
a sailor blush. I came hard on the heels of her climax, arching my back 
and pumping deeply inside her. Coming back down I opened my eyes to see 
the two faces of Skye and Angela at the passage way window, looking in 
both with hands clasped in a victory symbol and grinning like Cheshire 
cats before they vanished back to bed. With a little persuasion 
Kathleen came back to my bedroom and we made love more gently and in 
less haste before actually sleeping through to the morning.

Angela spared her blushes next morning and didn't bring me my morning 
tea, leaving Skye to do the honours. Kathleen blushed anyway.  The 
second night we didn't bother with the subterfuge, Kathleen just came 
to bed with me, it seemed easier.


Life with the family continued for several more years. Jack died in a 
car accident. Bizarrely he was sober - for once the other guy was a 
drunk.  After a period of mourning, during which she and I didn't stop 
screwing like mink, Angela actually met a very nice guy and they 
married.  The night before the wedding Angela didn't want a 'hen' 
night, so she and I spent most of the night in a sort of one last 
sexual frenzy. We haven't, not unexpectedly, made love since then.

Kathleen has met and married a very nice young man, so she doesn't come 
round any more.  Karen has married one of her rich young Airline 
Captains.  Julia has gone off to university, which just left Skye and 
me.

I suppose we ought to have got married, but sometimes things don't work 
out in the obvious way. The office got a new boss, and she married him 
six months later. I got promoted and posted off to a different part of 
the country where I met the love of my life and married her.


But they were a hell of a family to live and share life and love with 
while it lasted.

Fin

let me know whether you liked this story or not at

sven_the_elder@ntlworld.com

I always reply.

Keepin it in the family

Sven the Elder

(C) October 2002

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