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					The Wolf Summers
						By ElSol

Author's Warning: A story rarely goes where the reader wants it to.

Chapter 10b: In the Cradle of the Pack
		The end of a large story

	I would have predicted adjusting to life without the Smith twins
would be easier than it turned out. I was only home for a couple of days
before I started counting the weeks until their first visit. The Lees had
assured me the Smiths did not plan to live in Japan for the rest of their
lives because Smith Holdings needed the Lees. Part of the problem was I
had to adjust to not having any close peers in my life while having grown
up with guys my age. Michael was more of a big brother, and my blood
looked to me for leadership. There was no one with whom I could pass the
time in meaningless bullshit.
	I also suffered from being the only one of three who returned. I
was the lone medal winner the female members of our extended family could
congratulate in person. Every family member, sorority sister, friend and
acquaintance I knew watched the Games religiously and eventually
introduced other women to the local celebrity. I spent the rest of the
summer trying to get out from under the flood of naked female bodies. It
did not help that my mother, Rachel, and Marisa demonstrated their
amusement by standing me on my head and plopping me back into the naked
fray every time I managed to come up for air.
	Nothing that great lasts forever unfortunately, and for me the
Lees returning from Japan signaled a return to normalcy.
	We became closer the first couple of days after their return.
Brittany did not stay over their first night and we talked until it was
dark outside. They were quite tearful, but I knew they would be okay. I
was reading in my bed when they came in. They were wearing pink pajamas
and crawled on the bed so that one was on each side of me. It was like the
nights during our first summer at college when we only had each other.
	Their crying intensified as their proximity increased. With faces
still wet with tears, they kissed my cheeks and cuddled so close they were
almost on top of me. I waited like a good brother until their breathing
evened out in sleep and closed my eyes.
 	I was lost due to my lack of schedule before the Lees returned. I
had not taken summer classes because of the Games, I was still a student
of Smith Holdings with no managerial responsibilities, and my swimming
practice had been reduced to an exercise program. My responsibilities as
an assistant to my swim coach were minor and only required my presence
during morning practice. I was still not interested in competing in
martial arts tournaments so there was no purpose to increase my time at
the school. Helen ostensibly disagreed with my reasoning and began to pick
me up for extra classes. It was more an excuse to drop me off and squeeze
in some good sex than anything else.
	Sensitive to the Lee's situation, the women quietly agreed to a
sexual schedule that benefited everyone. No one discussed it with me,
which was par for course by that point.
	Rachel had her three nights a week. After our experience with my
mother in Japan, I could sense that she spent the rest of the nights
pacing in her house like a caged tiger. She was not close to breaking free
but something had been awakened that she would have to deal with
eventually.
	The Lees got two nights a week. I enjoyed those nights of dinner
and talking. We expanded the lines of our friendship and learned how to
share meaningless bullshit. They were fascinated by the act but it soon
became clear that they were only faking the meaningless part. They had the
most flexibility in my time because they needed me desperately every time
the Smith twins called and talked with them. Every night I spent with them
until the Smiths returned usually ended up with me drying tears. Brittany
insisted on one night a week if she was not the third member of the
Rachel's weekly threesome. I felt guilty about how little time I gave her
even if she slept in my room.
	I had more women than evenings but I also had more time in a
regular day with my training curtailed. I do not remember a single meal
without female company for my two years in graduate school. I did have
many more multiple-somes in that time period than ever before. The women
knew there was no replacing the females closest to me but that only seemed
to free them rather than causing unreasonable demands. I thought the
number of women and the lack of quality time should have caused more
problems for me.
	I asked Brittany, the Lees and Marisa about it when we were out to
dinner one time. They nodded at my thoughts and then looked at each other.
	"David, you're not sleeping with a lot of women," Brittany said.
	I raised my eyebrows at that.
	"Wait," she said putting up a hand to stop me from speaking.
	I nodded.
	"You're sleeping with Rachel, your mother, and me on a weekly
basis," she said. She said it so nonchalantly that I barely noticed that
she had no problem with my incestuous relationship with my mother.
	I nodded.
	"We're all lovers though."
	I nodded.
	I shook my head in a double-take and looked at Brittany.
	"Yeah, David," Marisa said with a little smile at my reaction.
"Mom gets into Brittany's panties, too."
	I nodded but bit my tongue.
	"To be honest, we're more romantically involved with each other
than we are with you. Plus we get all of your time that we want, when we
want it," Brittany said with a smile of obvious sexiness at having pulled
something over on me.
	I thought getting Brittany and my mother in the same bed would not
be as difficult as Rachel and my mother. The Lees winked at me and I
nodded having been caught daydreaming for a second.
	"The rest of the women in your family are only involved with you
through Rachel's weekly threesomes. Esmy is different but the two of you
are more opportunistic lovers than real ones."
	"Esmy?!" I asked.
	"Fucking her too!" the Lees chimed in.
	I looked at Brittany; that one for some reason surprised me.
Marisa almost fell out of her seat from paroxysms of laughter. Brittany
shrugged her shoulders as if to ask, "What do you expect from me?"
	"Anyway!" she said pointedly with a look to get Marisa to stop
laughing. "There is Elizabeth, Samantha, and Taylor."
	I nodded; I was not going to open my mouth anymore until she was
done. I knew there were ripples going on among the women in the background
but I was not sure I wanted the details.
	"But you own them."
	"I don't own them!" I said breaking my promise to keep quiet. It
was very apparent that Brittany was Rachel's protégé as evidenced by her
uncanny ability to imitate and execute Rachel's irritating procedure of
goading me into a reaction that I did not want to give them.
	"David, you OWN them," Marisa said in a voice that brooked no
argument.
	"Elizabeth and Samantha are now RICH. They are also still very
lost from what their husbands did. You established their security when you
put them under your thumb. I think deep inside you make them feel safe.
They have each other and Taylor. They probably want a little more of your
attention but for now where they are is enough."
	I looked around the room.
	"Can we play with them again?" the Lees asked me quietly.
	"Huh?" I said.
	"Elizabeth and Samantha are very loyal, David. When you allowed
them to participate in the Smith Holdings project, they locked themselves
down. They only know for sure you don't mind if Rachel and I play with
their pretty little pussies. The twins have been with them but only with
the Smiths present, no one knows how you would feel about just Joanne and
Stephanie."
	I looked at the Lee twins.
	"Not Rachel, Brittany or my mother," I told them. There were lines
the Lees and I could never cross.
	They nodded and looked at each other. I shook my head wondering
about the intelligence of allowing the Lees oversight of the three women
in Taylor's house. I did not doubt they would be dominant in that
relationship but they would rub off at least on Samantha and Elizabeth. It
was not a wholly unpleasant thought. They had already allowed cut a wide
swath through my females. I figured granting their wish would win me some
bonus points from the three women in Taylor's house.
	"We make sure every woman that gets near you understands the
rules," Brittany continued, "They can either agree to abide by them or
walk. You have a distinct preference for Sisters so that helps a lot."
	"So the only women around you are already willing to leave female
trouble at the door," Marisa said with some more of her baby sister
smugness.
	"Just think of it this way, Big Bro. For most of the women, you're
like that vibrator in the bottom drawer, kept in its original packaging
cause it's the perfect size and buzzes just right. The kind a girl only
brings out on special occasions or emergencies. By the way, Melinda is
coming over tonight; no special occasion, no emergency but sometimes a
girl needs to be buzzed right," Marisa said.
	I smiled at her, again biting my tongue to keep from saying
something smart to her. It did not help that the other women were nodding
agreement with her metaphor. I did not know how I felt about her vibrator
comment but it was somewhat flattering.
	I sat back and looked at Brittany.
	"Melinda and me?" she asked me giving the corner of her mouth a
brief touch with her tongue.
	I shrugged.
	My sex life during graduate school was resembled a formal dance.
The women that got by the controlling females made it to the dance card
and they in turn let other women in on the rules. It had been like that
for a while but it was out in the open now; the rules exposed. I never
again bothered asking why the women agreed to the arrangement. The
management of the women and sexual aspects of my life were in better hands
than mine. I was sure that Rachel, Brittany, my mother and even Marisa
were playing their own game behind me but it did not interfere with my
pleasure. I had other things to worry about when Michael announced to the
'young set', as he called the Lees, Brittany and I, that our first
responsibility out of graduate school would be to set up a joint R&D
venture between David Forrest and Smith Holdings. The elder set decided
that giving David Forrest his own sandbox was the best way to deal with
the difficulties of his genius.
	We had to do all of the work from hiring from selecting a site to
controlling Forrest. To this day, I cannot say which of the two activities
was the hardest. Michael made his announcement two weeks into my first
year of graduate school. He said it would help us in our studies. The Lees
and I thought he was crazy but the first thing we learned was how to use
Brittany as efficiently as possible. She had the experience of being a
Smith Holdings assistant; she got us through some of the rough spots when
we wised up and started listening to her. She was even able to get the
other executives to work inside our schedules. Michael had instructed the
executives that even though I was the heir apparent, I was currently to be
treated like any fresh out of school junior manager.
	Our biggest problem was controlling Forrest who wanted to spend
money like we had in unlimited quantities on a good site and equipment for
his research. The Lees took care of that by recruiting the blast from
Forrest's past, Marie. Forrest's freshman year invitation to the 'In the
Dark' party was our company's first hire. Michael burst our bubble by
pointing out we were not a company yet. He did approve of hiring Marie
after we convinced him that regardless of our efforts, Smith Holdings
would need someone that could keep Forrest productive.
	We had a lot of bumps in the road but in the December of our
second graduate year we sat back celebrating the unanimous approval by the
elder set of our business plan. The Lees, Brittany, Marie, and I cursed
Michael up, down and all around but we had to admit that the experience
taught us more than any class could have. We were also celebrating Michael
deciding to let us to run the company once it was setup. We knew we had a
tough year ahead, but we were looking forward to it. Marie chose that time
to tell us what Forrest had been working on for years, even before
college. The other women were ecstatic but my mind began planning while
they asked Marie for details.
	Our meeting was interrupted by Rachel's arrival. She walked in
smiling, obviously happy. We knew something was up since the Smith twins
had just returned to Japan after a visit to the States and it usually took
her much longer to recover.
	The twins had flourished in Japan.
	Early in their stay they landed a couple of recurring spots on a
popular talk show. The high ratings the program garnered convinced the
rest of the Japan entertainment industry that Smith Twin Mania was for
real. The twins made more commercials and 'celebrity' appearances. Their
latest project was a show with MTV Japan. They were confident in its
success but were on a promotional schedule that meant they could not stay
for Christmas. The Lees took it hard but were able to dive into the last
stages of our business plan. Rachel did not have that avenues of escape so
I was surprised to see her almost jubilant. She smiled at us and strutted
meaningfully into my bedroom.
	"That's my signal to finish the celebration with my man," Marie
announced, getting up to go. As everyone expected, she immediately
recouped all of Forrest's attention at her return. The Lees had taken
Forrest shopping for an engagement ring a week earlier so we smiled
knowing Marie's business celebration would be superseded by a personal
one.
	The Lees also exited stage left telling me they wanted to
celebrate with Samantha, Elizabeth and Taylor. They had gotten closer to
the wives; a relationship based on their being treated like little
sisters.
	Brittany asked me to give her a couple of minutes with Rachel so I
got myself a drink of water. I sipped it while staring out the window. I
had a feeling that things were about to change for me. The next semester
would be the last of my formal schooling and the first of my experience
with actually being in charge of a portion of Smith Holdings.
	Forrest owned a part of the company but that was merely a
financial incentive. He enjoyed the academic aspects of college and had a
desire to teach college courses after collecting two or three doctorates.
These plans drove our choice for a building site. Marie turned it into a
bonus by establishing a relationship with the college even before we put a
penny down on the land. She planned to recruit the best scientists,
assistants and support staff from State and in turn the school would use
the new company as a way of attracting the best minds in the country.
	I had to toast Marie.
	I was sure she helped construct the path of Forrest's research
from their first moment together. She seemed to have a talent for
satisfying everyone; Forrest, the school, and Smith Holdings. Forrest's
success would mean Smith Holdings would happily fund any research for its
own sake to keep him busy while we took advantage of his initial efforts.
	The Lees and Marie talked a little about what Smith Holdings could
do with the results of his research before Rachel arrived. I quietly
disagreed with their ideas. I did not doubt they would come around to my
way of thinking eventually. My plan brought more security to our families.
We would be giving up a lot of money in the form of profits but with that
sacrifice a lot of powerful people would become convinced that the
continued happiness of my pack was in their best interests. I nodded to
myself and picked up the phone. I had been thinking about making the offer
but had held back. Forrest's research and my nascent plans made it a
perfect opportunity to tie the women even closer to me.
	"Hello?" the female voice on the other side said.
	"Please get Samantha and Elizabeth on the phone," I said.
	"Yes, David," Taylor answered politely.
	"Hello?" Samantha said brightly into the phone a minute later.
	"Put me on speaker and ask Taylor to leave the room," I
instructed.
	She executed my instructions and asked what the phone call was
about. I made my offer of selling them shares equal in number to Forrest's
of the new Smith Holdings R&D Subdivision. Before they answered, I told
them what Forrest's plans were and on how I thought we would best take
advantage of his successes.
	I did not doubt Forrest would succeed. I stopped doubting anything
Forrest said he could do after interviewing Smith Holdings employees on
his improvements of our products. Marie confirmed that enough work was
done that we either began planning for it or had to hand all decision
making to the elder set. There would be screaming about my decision but in
the end I was the one chosen to move the company and our families forward.
	"David, you'll be giving up billions," Samantha said quietly.
	"But we will be untouchable," I replied.
	"YEAH!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "The feds will run background checks
that include invasive anal probes for people who want to date our garbage
collectors if you go forward with this."
	"You're right though," Samantha said speculating aloud. "It will
be in the country's best interest to keep us safe and secure."
	"So do you want to buy into it?" I asked.
	"Why?" Elizabeth asked with the same tone of voice she had used
when I offered to serve their husbands to them on gold platters.
	"Marisa says I own you," I said.
	"She's right," Samantha said with no hint of the protest she had
once exhibited to being under my control.
	"So what happens, if we're successful and you own a part of the
critical ingredient to my plans?"
	There was silence on the other side.
	"We'd do anything for you," Elizabeth said. Her voice was cold,
emotionless as if I had triggered a part of her so deep that it had its
own voice through which to speak to me.
	"So you would marry and bear the children of a man I picked for
you."
	Again there was silence on the other end.
	"Yes," Samantha answered in the same cold, emotionless voice.
	"They will be good men that I need to be family. Marriage to you
will make them ours."
	"Do you have men in mind?" Samantha asked curiously as if asking
if I had a preference in the underwear she would wear for a night out with
me.
	"Not right now, but Michael taught me to plan for certain
contingencies. Smith Holdings needed your husbands once. Next time, you
will give me firm control of the men you marry."
	"David, you're giving us an opportunity at billions as a
contingency?" Samantha asked amazed.
	"No," I said quietly.
	"Then what?" she asked.
	"You belong to me?"
	"Yes," they replied together.
	"I don't need another reason," I said.
	The silence on the other side was filled with their confusion and
consideration. I made them into wolves so they did not understand as one
born into her nature would have.
	I hung up the phone after saying goodbye. Esmeralda suggested
using them as I described to the women. If they earned her trust enough to
be treated like blood females, they deserved the offer.
	"So you agree with Esmeralda?" Rachel asked from behind me. I
turned around and my jaw dropped. Rachel and I spent only the nights we
had sex together. Neither of us bothered with certain formalities like
lingerie so seeing her in a floor length cream silk nightgown was a shock
to my senses. She had spent the time in the bedroom preparing the effect
and my body was telling me that removing the gown inch by inch was the
best way to proceed.
	I drank in the effect she had on me. She smiled knowing that she
was a part of every sexual cell in my body. She had built my fantasies of
her painstakingly and she was proud of her work. Her nipples hardened as I
stared at her; she was mine and the excitement of her body was mine.
	She swayed towards me and my eyes lost focus. Her perfume hit me
like a wall and I closed my useless eyes. She kissed my lips gently and
let me breathe in the scent of her.
	"You've been mine forever," she whispered into my ear. I wrapped
my arms around her and hated the silk for not being as smooth as her skin.
Her lips touched mine and we shared a kiss that was romance and need at
the same time.
	She took my hand forgetting her question and pulled me behind her
into my bedroom. Brittany was lying on the bed wearing the same gown as
Rachel but in black. She had prepared herself also but looked confused.
Rachel let go of my hand and got on the bed with Brittany. She maneuvered
Brittany so that her head was on Rachel's lap. They were both looking at
me as Rachel stroked Brittany's hair.
	They let me have a couple of minutes to just admire them.
	"We're going to get married this summer." Rachel told me finally.
	I moved to the recliner and sat down. Since Rachel and I had
become lovers a second time, I learned to recognize the voice she was
using. It had rebar, structural steel, running through it giving her words
almost solid form. She rarely used it but every time she did, I wished I
were sitting down. I took advantage of past lessons and held up my hand to
keep her from continuing so I could recline in the chair.
	I smiled at her and nodded for her to continue. I benefited each
time she had used her commanding voice so I was sure whatever she planned
would be in my best interests. The first night with Esmeralda and Rachel
came to mind as one of those best interests.
	"I want our baby to be born nine months after we're married,"
Rachel said.
	"Won't that be risky for you?" I asked her, worried about it. She
was sixteen years my senior which would put her at forty when she had the
child.
	"The doctor says that I have fantastic genes and that
physiologically I'm younger than most women in their late twenties."
	I nodded; Rachel had all the qualities to maintain her youth very
late into her life. Her workout regimen, diet, and money took full
advantage of those traits. She did not believe in plastic surgery but
weekly spa visits were good for her mental state and physical well-being.
	"Hmm," I said, "as I remember it, the doctor said having a child
was impossible for me."
	"No, David," Rachel corrected. "The doctor said the odds were
barely measurable, but that was when you were eleven."
	"Barely measurable are not good odds, Rachel," I pointed out.
	"Fertility medicine has made some improvements in that time," she
stated. "Some of those improvements, I funded."
	I wondered how deep the strength in her voice went and how I could
make it a part of my everyday life. She was better at planning for
contingencies than everyone else in the pack put together; it was a talent
I wanted actively working for us.
	"I've taken some of your semen into one of the doctors whose
research I funded."
	I nodded slowly.
	"The problem is that you produce only one to two viable sperm per
ejaculate, if even that."
	I raised my eyebrows at the level of her knowledge.
	"The obvious solution is to harvest viable sperm. The doctors and
I have taken it a little further than that so that we can even choose a
sex for the baby," she said proudly.
	I nodded again.
	"It takes one to three months to get the right sperm cell though,"
she said and hesitated.
	"The right sperm cell?" I asked, knowing it was expected of me.
	"Viable sperm does not mean a survivable fetus," Rachel said.
	"You're going to play God," I stated.
	"No, she is going to play Mother," Brittany said with some of the
same steel in her voice.
	I looked at both of them.
	"I may only have one chance at a baby with you, regardless of my
genes," Rachel said. Her voice weakened into something akin to a plea for
understanding.
	I shrugged my shoulders. I was sure I would have every woman in my
life pissed if I tried to stop Rachel's attempt to tweak nature's odds in
her favor. It was not a good battle to pick because this attempt was the
female extension of my responsibility to provide our pack every financial
and social advantage I could produce.
	The shrug was not good enough for either of them though and they
continued to wait. I nodded my acceptance that this was something in their
purview and not mine. I would have to ask Michael about the details of
Rachel's research funding. I knew Rachel would not have stopped at 'a
survivable fetus'. She might have opened Pandora's baby box but making the
process financially unfeasible would deter some of the potential damage.
Biological research was not Smith Holdings focus so burying the research
would not be difficult even if buying the researchers' silence would be
expensive.
	"What's your plan?" I asked.
	"After our wedding, we sneak off to have some traditional
baby-making sex and then visit the clinic where they implant a fertilized
egg in my body. At the reception, we make the happy announcement to our
family."
	I smiled at my acceptance of the wedding even though I had not
known any specifics until she spoke to me. I knew we would be married but
rightly let Rachel decide when.
	"What do I have to do?" I asked.
	"You have to visit the clinic every day for a couple of months or
until we get what I want," Rachel said.
	"And jerk off into a cup?" I asked needing more clarification.
	"No!" Rachel said with a smug smile that reminded me where Marisa
learned hers.
	"They're not going to stick a tube into me," I said with some
firmness in my voice.
	"No, silly," Rachel said, "I have plenty of volunteers to make
sure that you don't have to 'jerk off' into a cup. You will have to pull
out in a timely fashion though."
	The last was said in a sexy teasing voice.
	I sighed loudly.
	"The clinic is going to let me..." I could not quite finish the
question when for a moment, I imagined my mother strapped into
gynecological stirrups.
	Rachel let me recover and winked at me when I had to adjust
myself.
	"They're going to allow anything I tell them," Rachel said looking
at me with something more than herself in her eyes. The tiger inside was
getting closer and closer to the surface and closer to escape.
	Brittany tried to swallow a small sniffle and the sound made us
look at her. She had tears in her eyes and started to bolt as we stared at
her in surprise. Rachel put her arms around Brittany's waist and grabbed
her as she tried to sit up and run out of the room. Rachel pulled her back
down to the bed and held on tight. Brittany struggled but not violently.
Finally, she collapsed against Rachel.
	"You're a part of this Brittany," Rachel said letting go so that
Brittany could turn to face her.
	"I can't be a part of your marriage or baby." Brittany said
petulantly with a tone bordering on anger. Rachel grabbed Brittany's hair
tightly and pulled her head back. She got up on her knees and pulled
Brittany to a lying position so she could straddle her.
	I hoped Brittany would fight; the tiger was scratching at the
surface of Rachel's control. Brittany's misery would not let her though,
and it would be years before the tiger got that close again.
	"David took back the part of you he shared with me," Rachel said
with power vibrating through her body. "But I did not give back what you
gave me, and will NOT take back what I gave you."
	Brittany looked into Rachel's eyes with tears brimming. Rachel
stared back hard willing Brittany to bend. They were face to face for
minutes before Brittany nodded her head.
	They kissed for several minutes making their own vows. Rachel lay
down beside Brittany facing me. She placed her hand gently on Brittany's
breast and looked at me.
	"Brittany will be impregnated with your child six months before
our wedding day," Rachel said. The tiger was moving backwards knowing it
was no longer needed.
	Brittany's head whipped to Rachel and then to me. Her eyes blazed
and the smile on her face burned itself into me.
	"Our marriage is one of convenience," Rachel said. I looked at her
and her eyes said it was exactly that; a legal binding that was convenient
because of what society thought of it. In our family, the vows that
mattered were made to each other.
	I nodded to Rachel.
	"In marriages of convenience, certain indiscretions are almost
expected. They are dealt with in a manner that takes the circumstance of
the marriage into account," Rachel said rubbing her hand on Brittany's
belly.
	"I'm going to be an indiscretion?" Brittany asked brightly.
	"A tragically, romantic, heroine of indiscretion," Rachel said
just as brightly.
	I was glad they were having fun with it.
	"You see, my love," Rachel said dramatically. "David must marry me
for the sake of both our families and to fulfill the duty left to him by
the only man to treat him like a son."
	I began drumming my fingers on the arm of the recliner.
	"But I was the one he really wanted to marry," Brittany trying to
match the drama in Rachel's voice.
	Rachel nodded before continuing.
	"High school sweethearts reunited in college. You've been together
for years now. He tries to do his manly duty and let you follow your own
destiny BUT it is too late."
	"I'm pregnant and the father is your future husband," Brittany
said in a voice that stopped my fingers drumming. There was deep longing
in her face when she turned to look at me while she placed her hand gently
over her womb as if she already carried my child.
	"That's where I join you in the heroics as I acknowledge the child
as my husband's and insist that he cannot be raised apart from his father
or sibling."
	Brittany sat up with a look of contrived shock.
	"You're going to insist that I live with you so that my child can
have all the advantages of his brother or sister?"
	I put my face in my hands and shook my head.
	"Doesn't indiscretion sort of imply a publicly committed
relationship during the time of the act?" I asked through my hands.
	"BEAST!!!" Rachel said in a laughing shout. "You deny that this
beautiful diamond solitaire ring which I have been wearing for the last
year and half is an engagement ring! You deny that you impregnated your
lover during the time we were promised to each other!"
	I would have been much better off not asking.
	"That is a beautiful ring," Brittany said.
	"Roger had fantastic taste. Remind me to show you the stuff in the
bank vault. They're almost too exquisite, even for me," Rachel told
Brittany doing the ritual hand-pose to show off the ring.
	"People are going to know that it's not true," I said sitting
back.
	"The only people that know about your condition are the immediate
women in your family, a couple of doctors, and few of your lovers." Rachel
said.
	I looked at them.
	"The sorority sisters were on the pill so there was never a reason
to tell them. The rest of your lovers either did not know, or did not have
details so we could say the problem was surgically corrected, if it ever
comes up," Brittany said thinking out loud.
	I sat back in welcome defeat. I was going to look bad in my role
as the scoundrel but public opinion was not going to keep me warm at
night.
	Rachel turned Brittany's face towards her.
	"If you have David's child, you're ours forever," she said in a
voice that brooked no argument. "I mean it, Brittany; I will not allow any
child of David's to be raised without their father or siblings."
	"I'm yours' forever," Brittany said loud enough to include me in
the vow strongly suggesting that 'yours' was plural possessive.
	I thought about Rachel's plan for keeping Brittany while they
kissed as wife and wife for the first time. On the surface, it was very
unorthodox but if everyone in my family treated it like the gospel truth
then no one would dare publicly question it.
	I would never be the public face of Smith Holdings; I planned for
Michael and Marisa to serve in that capacity. The moment we exploded out
of our stagnation everyone would have plenty of reasons to accept whatever
version of truth was fed to them, especially if they worked for us. There
would be thinly veiled lies but I had already made decisions about the
buffers I would place between the outside world and me. Those obstacles
would strengthen the lies so that anyone who spoke out against Rachel's
family choices would be removed from the playing field.
	I wanted the same things Rachel did in this regard, but I did not
labor under the illusion that I was actually in charge of my home life.
Rachel wanted what she wanted and it included having Brittany permanently
in our life. I was going to make sure I helped Rachel get her way if I
could.
	It was part of my husbandly duties after all.
	I was distracted from my thought process by Brittany's gown
crawling slowly up her legs. She had reversed Rachel's position superior
and was now mostly on top of Rachel. She had her face buried in Rachel's
neck and was giving her lover reasons to wriggle beneath her. Rachel had
her eyes on me and I could see the pleasure she was receiving. She pulled
Brittany's gown over her ass and palmed both asscheeks. I decided I was
too far away from the action and stood up. I stripped my clothing off and
walked to the edge of the bed.
	Rachel pivoted Brittany around to face me. Brittany's eyes were
wide with her need and with the happiness of getting the future she
wanted. Brittany stretched her arms upwards so that Rachel could take the
nightgown completely off of her body.
	Rachel ran her fingers down Brittany's stomach until she could
open Brittany's pussylips. She wet her fingers in Brittany's excitement
and brought them to her lips.
	"She's ready for you to give her our first child," she said with
eyes blazing with a fire matched only by the conflagration flaring up in
Brittany. I got harder and my cock ached for me to quench it inside of
Brittany.
	The act was a symbolic one but it was necessary to all of us.
	I moved between Brittany's legs and Rachel opened her for me.
Brittany reached out to me and held me in her warm hands. Her eyes
revealed the deepest part of her but I backed away from her innermost
need.
	I was not ready for that again.
	She smiled at me and touched my face. It was a comforting touch
telling me that this was more than enough. Rachel replaced Brittany's hand
on my dick with hers and pulled me towards them. I sank into Brittany as
Rachel guided us to our agreed fate.
	She was tight as always. I went deeper than I ever had on my first
stroke into her body. Brittany wrapped her legs around me but held me in a
gentle grip. She looked at me again with her eyes shading her feelings,
showing me only that she wanted me to be in charge of this.
	Rachel smiled at me as she pulled Brittany's head back. She kissed
her lover's neck and cradled her breasts in an erotic grip. I pulled back
and pushed solidly into Brittany. Her body opened for me as nature told it
what we wanted. Brittany pulled me closer to her to feel more of my weight
and fit me deeper into her body. Rachel increased her manipulation of
Brittany's breasts and urged me to fuck Brittany hard. I could not stop
myself from doing exactly that. Brittany groaned her own encouragement as
I increased the pace of my thrusting.
	Rachel moved one of her hands to where Brittany and I were joined
and touched Brittany at the center of her pleasure. I felt her pussy
squeeze me hard as Rachel raised the stakes for Brittany. I felt myself
pulled closer to Brittany as her need overcame her senses. She flooded
with wetness and it added slickness to my driving thrusts.
	"David!" Brittany screamed into my neck as her body blossomed
needing my orgasm to be a part of hers. My body joined with hers in our
symbolic purpose of giving her a child. I came into her and felt Rachel's
hands hold me so that I stayed deep inside Brittany. Rachel stroked our
sides and whispered to us about how beautiful the baby would be as our
pleasure crested. Our fall from grace was cushioned by Rachel's voice and
the kisses we gave each other.
	The Lees were happy to hear the good news about the impending
nuptials and announced that the Smith twins had set a summer date for
their wedding also. Rachel thought that a honeymoon in Japan to see her
sons married was a fantastic idea and that was the last of the planning I
was involved in.
	Rachel decided some time ago that she would wear Roger's
engagement and wedding band. It was appropriate since I felt what we were
doing exactly what Roger planned. Brittany had no tangible token of our
promises and because thinking it unfair I spent some time shopping for the
right items. She cried when I gave them to her in a quiet restaurant. The
engagement ring and wedding band were not as elegant as Rachel's but their
simplicity better represented Brittany and I. She told me she could not
wear them without weakening our web of useful deceit. I pulled out another
jewelry box, which held a polished platinum rope chain.
	Rachel loved the necklace so she also wore her wedding ring on a
gold one to show Brittany that they were equals. At least, that's why I
think she did it, for all I actually knew she might have liked that
better.
	Brittany felt that the other women in my life were being
shortchanged and took it into her hands to resolve the issue before it
became one. She showed me her purchases one night just before Samantha and
Elizabeth came in the door.
	The ladies looked at me with questioning eyes as Brittany gave
them each a kiss and walked out the door.
	"How is she adjusting to the baby?" Samantha asked as she sat
down. Elizabeth sat next to her and waited anxiously for the answer. I
tried not to smile at the thought of two beautiful women who would be
naked in my bed in a couple of hours asking about the health of a woman
carrying my child.
	"The doctors gave her a checkup this morning and said that
Brittany is having a very good second month."
	"The baby is healthy?" Elizabeth asked.
	"They cannot tell a lot yet but as far as they can, everything
seems okay."
	"She's already showing," Samantha said concerned.
	"The doctor said that the baby may be too big to be birthed
naturally," I said a little of my concern slipping into my voice.
	"They can already tell that?" Elizabeth asked amazed.
	"Rachel funded the best scientists and practitioners that money
could buy for her little fertility project. The doctors say that our boy
is probably going to be built like me but more in Ovaldo's proportions."
	They looked at each other and started laughing.
	"He's going to be a monster!" they managed when they got control
only to disintegrate back to laughter. I wondered how they would react to
Brittany's joking decision to name the baby Brutus. Ovaldo, at least,
thought it was appropriate. Rachel did not like it until Brittany
mentioned that it was an intimidating name for a big brother. I had to
agree with Brittany; I was five ten and thicker than any swimmer I knew
but expanding that to Ovaldo's height and width meant no one was going to
mess with any of my firstborn's siblings. I was pretty sure none of my
children would need protection but it was always a good idea to put some
obvious fences between humans and wolves, for the sake of the humans.
	The ladies enjoyed teasing me the rest of the night about being a
father and trying to spank a child who would be my size by his early
teens.
	During desert, I finished my status report on our new company by
putting two jewelry boxes in front of them. They smiled at me and put
their hands on top them. They looked at each other and opened them. Each
box held a gold rope necklace dangling a letter charm. The letter was a D
with a pearl inset in the center. Brittany had designed it with the help
of an artist and ordered them with my approval of the design.
	They looked up at me with eyes wet with tears. I had used them
mercilessly and ridden them hard at the beginning of our relationship but
somewhere along the way, lines softened and I made things right by them.
They moved their chairs closer to me and kissed me accepting my possession
and sealing the deal with their lips. They extended their necks, had me do
the honors and moved back to their original positions whispering between
them while playing with the charms. Their private conversation allowed me
to mull over company business.
	Helen surprised me with her reaction to the jewelry. It was the
Monday after I had given the charms to Samantha and Elizabeth. I had a
good workout to start the week off right and was doing some extra
stretching on the spot where Helen and I had first joined. I was not
paying a lot of attention to things at the school because we were having
some problems controlling Forrest's enthusiasm at work.
	The site had been purchased but Forrest was being a pain in the
ass about the equipment he 'required'. He was cutting into the budget of
the other researchers and we were in the middle of an impending scientific
ego-storm. The others knew Forrest was the key to their continued funding
but Forrest had gone too far in testing the waters. He even bulled through
Marie's warnings and criticisms to ensure that his demands got to the Lees
and me.
	The Lees were aware that Forrest was testing his limits and backed
off so that he and I could play out the final act in the mini-drama. I
asked Michael for some advice because Forrest was a special case; losing
him was not an option. My solution was to offer to trade a portion of
Forrest's share of the company to get the equipment he 'required'.
	Marie flipped the fuck out!
	She did not blame me for making the offer since it was a clearly
reasonable solution to the problem but everyone in the city probably heard
the explosion when she got her hands on Forrest. I was not happy to put
stress on their relationship but Michael pointed out we needed to know if
Marie could control Forrest well enough for us to hand the reins over to
her when the Lees and I moved on.
	"So where's mine?" Helen asked as she walked up to me. She was
wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt and a pair of tight rowing shorts that
hugged her hips while exposing the lower part her asscheeks. She usually
wore sweatpants over them so I got hard at the first sign of her desire.
	I leaned back and looked at her. She unzipped the sweatshirt to
expose a grey sports bra and her fit stomach. She had just taught a tough
class and kept a couple of students later than usual. She was covered in a
patina of sweat.
	"Where's your what?" I asked looking at her stomach and deciding
that would be where I started. I did not want to wait so I got up on my
knees and put my hands on the waist of her shorts. I pulled the left side
down and bit her hip. I licked the spot and moved up to her stomach with
my tongue. I wanted to enjoy hugging the inside of every one of Helen's
curves.
	She pushed me away from her body and straddled my hips. She took
my face in her hands and looked into my eyes.
	"Where's my pearl?" she asked me seriously. I looked into her eyes
as the lust I saw created a place for me to deal with this.
	"What do you mean?" I asked.
	"I know what you gave Samantha and Elizabeth. I want mine!" she
hissed. She kissed me hard as if the heat of the kiss would be enough to
get her what she wanted. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her as hard as I
could. She had kissed me like this before and it got the same reaction
every time. I wanted to pound into her letting the size and power of her
lower body absorb my strength. She broke the kiss and looked at me.
	"Do you know what the jewelry signifies, Helen?" I asked her using
the same tone of voice that she used to stake her claim.
	"I'll always be yours," she said and kissed me again. It was
gentler than the kiss before it. I felt her give a part of herself to me
she had fought to keep out of our joinings. I was the one that broke the
kiss that time.
	"Do you know what they have agreed to Helen?"
	I still did not understand why these women had made the choice. I
understood Rachel and Brittany, they were a part of my everyday life but
for the two women to permit me such control over their lives was
inconceivable.
	"I know you'll do a better job than I ever did," she said looking
at me.
	I shook my head at her and put my forehead on her chest.
	"Hey, I don't want to worry about men ever again or anything else
for that matter," she whispered. "I know you'll take care of me."
	I looked at her and she gave me another one of her gentle kisses.
I reached over to my gym bag and pulled out the case that Brittany had
given me for Helen. I had doubted that I would need it but Brittany knew
better.
	Helen put on the necklace while watching me and then proceeded to
take off her shorts and panties. She lay down on her stomach beside me and
shook her ass while looking at me. I was hard from the heat of her before
she was naked so I needed no foreplay. I removed my clothes and straddled
her hips. I considered fucking her pussy to produce lubrication in
preparation of the declaration she wanted to make but she had different
plans. She reached behind her to grab my dick and guided it between her
asscheeks. I adjusted my upper body so I was better aligned with her ass.
	I enjoyed the spectacle of her derriere's shape and its allure as
she placed me at her gateway. She kept me hard with smooth strokes as she
attempted to get me inside her body. I helped with steady pressure into
her until the crown of my penis passed her anal ring. She sighed and
pushed back against me until she had a couple of inches of the shaft in
her. I wanted more after her demand to wear what had become my seal and
pushed my hips towards her ass to take more of her depth.
	It was uncomfortable for her without lubrication but neither one
of us cared so we pushed at each other until my pubic hairs touched her
ass. She grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wider. I pulled out a
couple of inches and pumped into her as hard as I could, giving us both
what we wanted. She let go of herself and stretched her arms above her
head. I rested my weight on her ass to keep me firmly seated inside of
her. I stretched my own arms out to take her hands in mine. She pushed up
with her ass and I brought our bodies into full contact with each other.
She twisted around and kissed me. I rested where I was as we kissed each
other deeply.
	I waited for her involuntary movements as the discomfort faded
while desire took the forefront in her body. I tried to go for gentle,
smooth strokes but she slapped her hand against my thigh to demand more. I
happily answered her demand and pulled back as far as I dared in the
absence of plentiful lubrication. I pounded into her using her ass as a
shock absorber and trampoline to bounce me back. I pounded into her again.
I put my hands on each side of her head and she immediately gripped my
wrists tightly.
	She grunted sexily with my next thrust out and into her body. I
thought about the power she had given me and lost myself in the process of
taking a woman who had made the choice to be mine. I did not last long but
even that outcome felt right to both of us. I thrust into her wildly until
she could not take the pressure and pushed a hand underneath her. I felt
her stimulate herself until she squeezed me when my thrusts and her hand
brought her to orgasm. I pounded into her depth and rested there as her
orgasm caused her body to squeeze and then release me only to squeeze
again. The rhythms of her body finished the ride for me and I emptied
myself into her ass. I collapsed on top of her and she held on tightly to
my arms to keep me in place.
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	The time to the weddings flew by and I thought the women went a
little crazy with all their preparations. The Lees definitely went bonkers
but they had the best reasons since they were planning a wedding that
would be watched all over the Asian world. The twins' popularity soared
with their television show and they were signed by another Japanese
station to do a second show. Their wedding was big news and the new
station endeared themselves to the Lees by agreeing to pay for the wedding
if their reporters were the only ones allowed in.
	Brittany's pregnancy progressed naturally. I never considered a
pregnant woman sexy but with Brittany carrying my child just an
inadvertent glimpse of her as she passed in the house would turn me rock
hard at the sight. The sex we shared was very consuming, vigorous and
possessive on my part but Brittany assured me it was exactly what she
wanted and needed in her state. The Lees and my graduation came and went
with barely a blip on anyone's radar.
	Our wedding went off without a hitch, which was no surprise
considering that most of our guests perceived that Rachel's tiger nature
was at the surface just hoping someone would cause a problem. Brittany
assisted in holding the dress out of the way for the post-wedding
baby-making quickie Rachel insisted we have on the way to the clinic. I
thought Rachel was pushing some doctor or nurse to the limits of their
medical courtesy if they had to implant the egg through a sea of my cum.
Brittany and Rachel laughed and told me not to worry that the doctor would
be rewarded in kind. I did not figure out what they meant until they
playfully held me down for the doctor to have a shot at getting the semen
she had been working with from the source. Rachel explained that since she
had slept with the good doctor, it was my duty to fuck her.
	I got the feeling Rachel was making sure my baser instincts
understood that the public vows changed nothing between us regarding the
openness of our relationship. As the doctor got an extra hard ride, any
feelings I might have had of being chained down in marriage evaporated.
	The honeymoon in Japan was enjoyable as a vacation away from my
responsibilities. Rachel forgot all about the honeymoon part as the twins
wedding devolved into arguments between the Lees and the television
network about everything from the flowers to camera angles. The Smith and
Lees were also in the middle of a fierce fight about who would spend how
much time in which country.
	I tried to distract the guys by putting forth some humor regarding
married life. They were feeling more confined than I ever did so the
attempt at humor fell short. Michael and I finally took things into our
own hands and flew the twins on a quick jaunt into Thailand. We did not
partake in any of the wilder experiences available, but the atmosphere of
the place relaxed Sean and Patrick. Brittany and Rachel supported the Lees
no matter how outlandish their weddings plans became, which eased tensions
significantly. The wedding day finally arrived and everything went
beautifully which surprised the hell out of me; even the network was happy
since the ratings were better than expected.
	Their honeymoon stay took place in the Smith Mansion as the Lees
and I were ready to open the doors to our new company. The researchers
were moved in with as little ego bruising as possible. The University got
uppity about our security procedures but a visit from an Assistant Federal
Prosecutor to explain the penalties for a breach in our security was
enough to shut down the loudest of the mouthpieces. After that, we became
the focus of standard student anti-government protests but that was a part
of the regular college age fanaticism that everybody near a major school
learns to ride out.
	The birth of Brittany's child was the most exciting thing to
happen after the weddings and company opening. The doctors decided on a
C-section because of the baby's size and picked a date two weeks before
her due date. The event was exciting because everyone was anticipating the
arrival of our son. The last births we had in the immediate family were
Esmeralda's daughters so with the marriages and the younger generation's
ascension into the ranks of Smith Holdings executives it felt like a new
beginning for the pack.
	Rachel cemented the name of my newborn son when she got her first
look at him.
	"He IS a brute!" she exclaimed and therein locked up his name as a
part of his destiny.
	Ovaldo solved our initial public problems with his behavior. He
acted more like the proud father than I did and was in more pictures with
Brittany and the baby. The nurses and other hospital guests made the false
assumption that he was the father. No one in our family corrected them and
Ovaldo's continued inability to separate himself from Brutus fostered the
lie. False assumptions made a convenient screen for us at the onset.
	Rachel's own labor was not as easy as Brittany's since she went
through it using the natural process of childbirth. I was happy that I was
not the only one surprised when the doctor delivered two children instead
of the expected one. Rachel shrugged when the family asked what happened.
She explained calmly while holding her new son and daughter that when she
went to have her egg harvested there had been two present. We were also
lucky and found 'two' of Rachel's idea of good semen specimens so she
decided to go with what fate proposed. She cried when we were asked what
the babies would be named and I answered with Rain and Roger.
	It took me two weeks to vocalize the strangeness of the children
to my family. I did not suspect anything but Rain and Roger were both
blonde and blue-eyed. My mother and Esmeralda laughed saying that Roberto,
their uncle in the old country, was blonde and green-eyed. I looked at
both them like I was wondering if they were insane. They told me I had
several cousins who were as blonde as Rachel. They also pointed out that a
couple of the blood females had light hazel eyes. I got over my confusion
and caused even more laughter when I asked if any of my blonde cousins
were female.
	We had built a mansion on a new plot of land. Brutus and the twins
were a good reason to make the move at the time. The place was lovely and
very private due to the amount of property. Ovaldo had overseen the
fencing and the stocking of the dogs. Forrest was close to getting a first
test product out and the entire family understood that his success would
greatly change our circumstance. Ovaldo allowed room for added security
measures when they became necessary.
	Adjusting to the babies was interesting. Roger was the beloved sun
god child of everyone he met. My son had charm pouring out of him in the
crib and he could make people love him with a smile. This caused most of
the women in my family to visit the home more than had been usual. It
increased the amount of sex I had, but for the first time in my life I was
playing second fiddle.
	Rain, for a long time, seemed like Rachel's replacement for her
lost twin. We thought Rachel treated Rain more like an equal than anything
else. My mother and Brittany were more mother figures to Rain for the
first few years of her life. It meant that mother and daughter had a
couple of awkward years during Rain's teens but eventually Rain decided
she would not have had it any other way.
	Brutus was Roger's left hand even in the cradle. He followed where
Roger led, which was usually into trouble. Roger by himself was not a
troublemaker, but he was psychologically incapable of disagreeing with
Rain. My oldest daughter was like her mother except her tiger had never
been caged. Neither Roger nor Brutus were weak, but Brutus had the
temperament of a Zen monk and Roger usually did the right thing as he saw
it. Without Rain, both would have had very boring childhoods.
	The children were two and half years old when I first noticed how
the boys used Rain as the devil on their shoulders. We had spent a late
evening celebrating how the Federal government fell in love with Forrest's
first fully executed and successful vision of simplified technology and my
plan to sell the product line only to the government. They bought my
proposal hook, line and sinker. Smith Holdings was on the cusp of signing
a deal so lucrative that only going public with Forrest's best work could
have made us more money. There had been a lot of arguments among the
family about doing exactly that but in the end everyone listened to my
reasoning and approved my plans. Their approval had been unnecessary but
it felt good to know they were completely behind losing billions of
dollars for the sake of greater stability and security for all of us.
	I was having breakfast with the children while their mothers
luxuriated in an early morning bath. The women looked like they needed
time alone so I made myself responsible for keeping the kids busy. The
number of household staff had been increased with the larger property and
the addition of children. The primary staff members consisted of people
that had been with Rachel for years. They were the only ones allowed
everyday contact with the children. We never made that decision but the
old Smith family retainers reserved baby duty for themselves and made it
look like it was a family decision.
 	Ovaldo came in from playing with the dogs and sat down for
breakfast. We would have missed the children's actions except that the
nanny dropped a fork. Ovaldo and I turned in time to catch the children
mid-act. I do not how intelligent children are but at their age I remember
being fully conscious of the world around me.
	Brutus and Roger were looking at Rain in an aggressive manner.
Rain was trying to ignore them. She loved oatmeal and the nanny who
usually did not cook for the children had made it exactly how my daughter
loved it. The boys obviously wanted something from her but she was having
no part of it. Brutus kicked Roger's baby chair and Roger gently pushed
his sister's chair. She put her spoon down and looked at them with what I
swear was Marie's best exasperated look when Forrest had gone too far.
They looked apologetic but willful.
	Ovaldo and I looked at each other and then back to the children
from the corner of our eyes.
	Rain ate another spoonful of oatmeal but Roger pushed her chair
again. She gave up and stuck her hand out to him. Brutus handed his spoon
to Roger who handed it to Rain. Ovaldo and I watched the flight pattern of
the spoon as Rain nonchalantly tossed it so that it bounced off Brutus's
head.
	Rachel and Brittany walked in a couple of minutes later to the
chaos. The nanny was screeching while Ovaldo and I had our heads on the
table lost in uncontrollable laughter. Brutus and Roger were screaming
happily while they picked food off their clothes and hair. They continued
bombarding Ovaldo, themselves, and me with any food they could find. Rain
was humming as she finished her breakfast sitting pristinely untouched by
any of the food matter that had flown around the room. Her brothers were
always careful to ensure that their sister was unaffected by any trouble
she started for their benefit. Ovaldo and I gained control but lost it
again when Ovaldo pointed out that somehow the nanny had a spoonful of
oatmeal in her hair. Rain was the only one eating oatmeal and nanny was
across the room from her.
	The cries of 'Mama!' and 'Mama too!' broke through our laughter
and we thought we had been seriously busted by the women. 'Mama too' was
the name that Brutus had come up with for Rachel and it had been adopted
by the twins for Brittany.
	The women looked at Ovaldo and I. We looked at each other and
broke down in laughter again as their look matched the one Rain had given
her brothers before the spoon launched their food fight. The maids invaded
the kitchen and began the clean up. They looked annoyed at having to clean
up the mess until Rachel told Ovaldo to watch over the children until the
staff could give them a bath. Bath time was a duty rarely given any of the
staff with two mothers in the house. Rachel and Brittany dragged me out of
the room to continue our celebration.

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	I was sitting in my office months later thinking about the
children. None of the children took after me which I knew was something
that annoyed Esmeralda. It was not just that Brutus looked like Brittany
and the twins like their mother.
	Rain was willful and manipulative even as a three year old but she
had more her mother's stripes than my ability to lead the pack. Roger was
Sean and Patrick in one body; everything they could have been, Roger
looked like he would grow up to be. The only difference was that he could
not take his hands off a football, rather than the twins' inability to get
out of the water.
	I smiled remembering Brittany's attempts to get him to sleep in
anything other than a football jersey. He had charmed her to get his way
and she stomped into my room to get vengeance on me for bringing such a
'wonderful little demon' into the world. Regardless of his charm, he also
had more of his mother's stripes than my markings. Brutus was inseparable
from his younger siblings and was content to be in the same room as them.
Esmeralda adored Brutus and regarded him in the same way she loved Ovaldo.
	It was obvious though that she wanted more.
	I got the idea that Esmeralda was planning beyond my generation
for our family. She was pleased with the current crop of children but was
asking when we would have others. None of the children, even Sean and
Patrick's, met the mythical bar Esmeralda had set for my true heir.
	The sentiment Esmeralda broadcast was adopted by the other blood
females, even my mother began to make subtle remarks about three
grandchildren not being enough. Luckily, Marisa and Michael's wedding
circumscribed that angle of attack for a few months.
	The phone on my desk rang and I picked it up on auto-pilot.
	"Hello," I stated into the receiver.
	"David?" Michael's somewhat confused voice came from the other
side.
	"Yeah?" I said with a smile touching my face.
	"David!"
	I waited a full ten count before replying.
	"You have a question, Michael."
	"Tell my idiot big brother, he BETTER have a good explanation for
this!" I could hear my sister yelling in the background.
	My smile grew even wider. Brittany walked into the office and sat
down across from me. I put the phone on speaker and hung up the receiver.
	"David..."
	"Yes, Michael," I said with no inflection in my voice.
	"Umm... there's a naked woman in our bed."
	"Michael, you are married to my little sister so I hardly think
this conversation is appropriate."
	Brittany put her hand over her mouth to prevent her mirth from
escaping.
	"It's not Marisa."
	I nodded as if he could see me.
	"IT'S FUCKING TAYLOR!" I heard my sister yell.
	"Hmm," I made it sound like I understood the situation now that
more details have been giving.
	"MICHAEL'S FUCKING EX-WIFE IS NAKED ON TOP OF OUR BED!"
	Michael put their phone on speaker so that Marisa could scream at
me directly.
	"Hmm," I said making the same noise again.
	"DAVID!"
	I cleared my thoughts and counted to ten again before speaking.
"Actually, Marisa if my instructions were followed, which I expect they
were since Taylor has received years of obedience training, she should be
naked on your bed, blindfolded with her hands handcuffed behind her,
sitting on her heels."
	There was silence on the other side and Brittany had to hold on to
the seat or fall off from her attempt to control herself.
	"Obedience training?" Michael asked.
	"Why is she here?" Marisa asked the more relevant question at the
same time.
	"Hmm," I said.
	"Obedience training?" Michael asked in a much firmer voice.
	"Yes, Michael," I said in a slightly lecturing voice. "I know she
was your wife but to be honest, I found her irritatingly headstrong. I
like strong women but this had too much selfishness for my peace of mind."
	"Really?" Michael asked, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
	"Yes, we have different tastes in women, I guess."
	Marisa cleared her throat to get me to get to the point.
	"Well, Samantha and Elizabeth helped me train Taylor to be a
compliant female, quite responsive to the demanding nature of my family
members."
	"Hmm," Michael said mocking me, waiting for the punch line.
	"So she's your little pet?" Marisa asked.
	"No, baby," I said with the same smug smile she had given me every
time she pulled one of her sexually perverse pranks, "She's YOUR little
pet."
	The silence lasted about a minute in which Brittany did hit the
ground rolling.
	"Michael," I said.
	"Uh, yeah?" he asked almost a little afraid.
	"Take a look between Taylor's legs."
	I heard him move away from the phone.
	"There's a box," I heard him say.
	"Marisa please have Taylor take her weight off the box so that
Michael can get it" I instructed.
	"Why can't Michael tell her?" she asked in a slightly annoyed
voice.
	"Because she's not Michael's pet," I used her worst 'you are an
idiot' voice. Brittany broke out into loud laughter at the string of
curses that came over the phone. I heard Michael also break into laughter.
	"I have the box, David," he said finally.
	"Open it."
	"Hmm," he said a minute later.
	"It's a riding crop," Marisa said excitedly. "Is it for me to use
on Taylor?"
	There was now excitement in her voice.
	"No, it's for Michael to use on you."
	"WHAT?!?" Marisa screamed. Another string of curses came over the
phone. I waited for silence to be the only thing between us.
	"A pet is a very large responsibility, Marisa," I said calmly.
"I'm not sure that you're ready for it."
	"A very large responsibility," Michael echoed on his side of the
phone line. Brittany burst out into more laughter when she heard the swish
of a crop being swung liberally and smacked against a hand.
	"You have to be sure that Taylor is well cared for and obedient.
If you fail to carry out your responsibilities, YOU will have to be
punished so that Taylor does not suffer from the effects of a bad
mistress. After all, it will not be Taylor's fault if you cannot keep her
in line."
	"Sounds reasonable," Michael said seriously. I was pretty sure
that Marisa had to be on fire from sexual excitement for him to speak like
that.
	"Because Taylor will be living in your home, it will fall on
Michael to take care of your responsibilities if you do not."
	"I don't like the sound of that," Michael said playing the crowd
for all he was worth.
	"I wouldn't either Michael, so I want to make sure that Marisa
understands that any failure concerning Taylor will be met with strict
discipline."
	"Absolutely! Very strict!" Michael said but I could hear his
control was close to tatters.
	"The crop is also a reward since Taylor likes the biting taste of
its kiss. If Marisa is good, you should let her borrow your crop,
Michael."
	"Oh, shit!" Michael said suddenly and there was the sound of
bodies making hard contact on the other end.
	I cleared my throat and got silence after a couple of seconds.
	"Now, Marisa if you feel you're not up to this responsibility you
can return Taylor to her house."
	The only response was the dial tone as someone on the other side
slammed the phone into its cradle. Brittany let out all the guffaws she
had been holding in.
	I had to sit there for a half-hour as she described what she had
heard to every woman in the family. They had the same reaction of laughter
and questions proposing the possibility of interrupting Marisa and Michael
on their first adventure with Taylor.
	Finally, Brittany finished her gossip and sat across from me. I
looked questioningly at her. I thought her visit had been to listen to the
Marisa and Michael conversation.
	"Mandy would like to have lunch with our inner circle next week,"
she told me.
	I sat back and let Brittany study me as I considered the change in
my schedule. I knew that Brittany kept in touch with her sorority and we
were generous but this was the first time after my wedding that a sister
approached us in this fashion. I knew it had to be business or Mandy would
have contacted me directly. I looked at Brittany for some clues but she
only nodded and walked out of the room. I looked out the window and
thought about the Coven.
	The lunch was in a private room at a four-star restaurant. I was
slightly suspicious when the hostess led me to a private room and it
increased greatly when I saw who had joined us. Esmeralda, Marie, Michael,
Rachel, Brittany, the Lees, and my mother were arranged around Mandy and a
slightly older woman. They had set up the seating so that I was across
from the two women. I sat down in my assigned chair and looked at Mandy. I
would have preferred a warmer setting for a reunion but I accepted that
this was business.
	"Hello, David," Mandy said carefully. The woman next to her looked
at Mandy and studied me.
	I nodded to Mandy.
	"This is Sarah, my sister," she said gesturing toward the other
woman. Sarah nodded and continued studying me. She was a softened version
of Mandy; dark, honey hair with soft brown eyes and almost the same face.
Sarah was a couple of inches taller than Mandy and not as athletic. She
struck me as something of a princess; one who knew exactly how privileged
she was and intended to keep things that way.
	I studied them in return. The women, except for Marie, were
nervous as if they were expecting me to oppose something they wanted.
Marie, on the other hand, was wearing a look of avarice on her face; it
made me wary. The birth of her son, Forrest Jr., a month before Rain and
Roger were born focused Marie even more on making our venture successful.
	I looked at the women around the table and waited. Esmeralda was
the first to cave, which was an even bigger signal to me that they all
wanted what the two women were offering.
	"Mandy and Sarah have a business proposition for you," she
started.
	I looked at Mandy and continued to wait. They were waiting for me
to speak but there had been some obvious behind the scene negotiations
without my knowledge, so I made a point of making them squirm.
	"Our father died a few years ago," Sarah said softly.
	I nodded as I remembered the occasion; we had not attended the
funeral but had sent our condolences.
	"His death left a power vacuum in our company that is still
unfilled," Sarah continued.
	The year I entered college their company, Allaire Electronics, was
similar in size to Smith Holdings. The adjustments we made to Smith
Holdings over the years poised us for great things while their father's
lengthy illness and death slowly reversed the growth of their company in
the same time period.
	"We cannot continue to hold the company together because of the
internal strife between different factions in our family," Sarah said.
	"Not without help," Mandy clarified. Sarah nodded and looked at
her sister. She set her lips in a look of one trying to keep her pride
intact when in reality she was a supplicant.
	"We don't need an infusion of money," Mandy said sitting forward.
	I nodded.
	"We can't and won't give up control of the company so a buyout or
a takeover is out of the question," Sarah said firmly.
	I nodded again.
	"Our father's will does not allow for our generation to approve a
merger. If we wanted to we probably could with some legal maneuvering, but
the two of us don't want it and neither does the rest of my family," Mandy
said.
	"So what is it you need?" I asked.
	"We need someone who can run the company and control the rest of
our family," Mandy explained.
	I looked at them and then around the table. A couple of things
clicked for me and I noticed that everyone in my pack was leaning toward
the two women subtly. I could sense the coming of the punch line.
	"How can I help?" I asked. The women on my side relaxed and sat
back. Michael was still looking at the two as if he was ready to forestall
their escape.
	"We want you to do it," Sarah said. She did not sound completely
convinced but bravely tried to sound as if it was her idea.
	"Actually, you want to become a Smith Holdings partner," I
corrected.
	Mandy put her hand on top of Sarah's before her sister could
speak.
	"Yes, but you would have full management control," she said.
	"And with your improved distribution system, we would be a very
profitable partner," Sarah said.
	She held on to her sister's hand tightly. I studied them but the
situation did not feel quite right.
	"Your family could wrap us up in court for years. If you can't
control them now, bringing me in would just be adding blood to the water."
	Sarah and Mandy looked at each other. All of a sudden it seemed
clear to me that it was Sarah who was supporting Mandy.
	"The problems the two of us are having stem from our lack of
involvement in the company and inexperience in the business world," Mandy
said less confidently.
	"Even though we control a majority of the Allaire's shares, we
were never directly involved with the business. We own the buildings but
they have the people, so to speak," Sarah explained.
	I nodded.
	"Their chauvinistic daddy put provisions in his will that would
allow for the biological father of either Mandy's or Sarah's child to take
full control of the company if both sisters and the executor of the estate
agree to it," Brittany said putting the women's cards on the table.
"Complete control to one man if those three stockholders agree. They can't
take control of the company without the family, but being an outsider you
could."
	Michael sat back surprised; I had wondered if he was in on this,
apparently not. I looked around the room and my eyes settled on Rachel.
	"We need to know if you're interested in the business aspects of
the situation," Rachel said.
	"A child..." I started but was interrupted by Esmeralda's raised
hand.
	"ANY child is our business," she said in a voice that told me
clearly this was their domain. Everyone woman in the room looked at me to
see if I would step over that line. I looked at Michael who shrugged which
was not a lot of help. I looked at the women around the room again. I did
not particularly care for Esmeralda's tone but I supposed from her point
of view she was right.
	"The Alominos site," I said looking at Marie.
	"The capital we set aside for the purchase could be used to grow
other areas of Smith Holdings," Michael said before she could speak. She
looked across at Michael and nodded.
	"I'm beginning to take more responsibility with Smith Holdings and
splitting my attention would not be a good idea," I said almost to myself.
	"They have a rising executive who would fit our requirements for
your surrogate," Brittany said pointing to a folder in front of her.
	"He was recently divorced due to irreconcilable differences which
may be interpreted as extreme sexual incompatibility. The wife was very
prudish," my mother chimed in with. "He is also not adjusting well to life
without a woman at home even if she was someone that only did the
missionary. He's a very loyal man that needs certain structures in his
life; marriage, the job, his friends."
	"Samantha looks a lot like every woman he has ever dreamed of,"
Rachel said.
	I looked at her.
	"How do we know what the man dreams of?" I asked.
	"It's not that difficult to discover what any particular man finds
attractive but in this case Samantha could have been his very dear
mother's twin. I understand she's been dead ten years but he still visits
her gravesite every week," Marie said.
	"Once the family issues are resolved we need only set up the
relationship between the two companies. He'll need guidance to keep the
company on track for the eventual merger if the executor, and the sisters
find such an action to be beneficial. He's good from what I've seen so it
should only cost us a year in the schedule we have set for you to take
complete control of Smith Holdings," Joanne Lee-Smith added helpfully.
	"The cost savings on the Alominos site is more than worth the time
and effort, David," Michael concluded by focusing on me. He was the one
who had been almost anal about keeping the schedule on target, so his
support almost made it a done deal.
	I nodded and looked at Mandy.
	She was relaxed and staring at me. The women watched us as we
looked at each other. She had maintained the muscular thickness of her
body and now that I knew why she was there my body reacted to her
presence.
	"The executor will agree?" I asked.
	"Our aunt is very impressed with you, David," Sarah assured me.
	"She knows you've been looking for something like Alominos. We
understand there's a federal contract making it that much more attractive
a site for you. Senators are afraid of the consequences of even mentioning
that particular contract at this stage though," Mandy said.
	"The Alominos plant is a limp dick," Sarah said. "So whatever you
have planned has to be monstrously profitable for that site to be your
ideal one."
	"The child?" I asked Rachel curiously.
	"Only your child will satisfy both sides," Rachel said forcefully.
There must have been some preliminary discussion on the issue because even
Esmeralda looked at Rachel nervously. Sarah was attractive and I knew that
the women in my family were becoming more and more unhappy with Ovaldo's
continued single status.
	I looked at Rachel who stared back at me. The tiger was close to
the surface and I almost prodded it. The hardened part of me vetoed the
idea; its entire focus was on a naked Mandy. Rachel was too uncompromising
about these types of things for me to believe she would allow it to be any
other way. I sat back in the chair and relaxed for the first time since I
arrived.
	"What are the specials today?" I asked looking for a menu.
	"Darling, you should have lunch by the bar," Rachel said sweetly.
"We have a couple of things to clear up. I'm sure you and Michael need to
do some preliminary planning for the sudden change in circumstances."
	Michael could not have gotten out of his chair faster. He always
avoided situations that were part of what we had come to think of as the
female responsibilities. The inclusion of Taylor in his life solidified
that bias. Marisa and Taylor were settling comfortably into a relationship
that confused the hell out Michael but he tried very hard not to disturb
his idyllic life. A man gets quickly attached to being sandwiched between
two warm female bodies at night.
	I smiled at Mandy who dropped her facade and looked at me with
hunger. I walked around the table, approached her and touched her face
with my fingertips. She put her hand on my groin and leaned towards me. I
kissed her and the memory of our first time 'In the Dark' was in the touch
of our lips. Marie got up as we walked out of the room and followed. I
looked a question at her when we sat down at a table by the bar.
	"That's between Rachel and Mandy," she said shrugging her
shoulders.
	We ordered and sat in our own thoughts for a couple of minutes.
Marie pulling a folder out of her bag interrupted our reverie.
	"Rachel instructed the Lees and I to put together some preliminary
information on Mandy's family and the company."
	I nodded and a little of the annoyance I felt at not being
included must have slipped in. Marie put her hand on top of mine to soothe
it away as much as she could.
	"Mandy only contacted Brittany a couple of weeks ago, David. None
of us would have kept it from you if there were something you could have
done. We did the research just in case their proposal was attractive to
you."
	I nodded to her absently. Rachel was careful not to abuse her
power so I shrugged it off. The offer was so simple that it did not take a
lot of thinking to decide whether to do it or not. The real work would
begin when the women came to an agreement. I watched as a much older woman
with Mandy's features strode past us on her way to the meeting room.
	"The aunt?" Marie asked.
	"Yes," Michael said picking up some of Marie's papers.
	The business side of the meeting went on late into the evening.
The Lees and Brittany joined us. Eventually, we went back to the office
where federal representatives were included in our discussions. They, in
turn, contacted their bosses.
	Every federal rep was circumspect with their questions knowing
they were going to get exactly what they wanted at no extra cost. The
highest ranking fed at the table brushed off the details of my need to
procreate with Mandy to satisfy the provisions of her father's will. Some
people looked uncomfortable with the thought of my having an extramarital
child to seal a business deal but Marie distracted them with pictures of
the site, blueprints and the prospectus explaining why it had been our
first choice.
	I arrived home to be swarmed over by the kids. Rain immediately
launched into her favorite declaration, "It wasn't my fault!" which
alerted me to the fact that I was not in for a quiet night. The
interesting aspect about Rain's disavowal of fault was that for the most
part it was usually true. Discarding the times she started it for the sake
of her brothers, she was usually not the cause of any trouble. She did
have an unerring instinct for being at the heart of a problem especially
if it involved her siblings, nephews, nieces or cousins.
	Esmeralda's daughters picked a fight with Sean and Patrick's
children, for no apparent reason except they were kids. Twins ran in the
Smith family to such an extreme that no one had been surprised at the
delivery of twin boys and twin girls two months after Rain and Roger were
born. It made the odds four to two, which would have evened things since
Esmeralda's brood was older. Unfortunately for them, the two sets of twins
were far more coordinated than even my own baby monk and tigers. Rain
ended up in the eye of the storm because Esmeralda's daughters only
listened to her. My two sons got involved as soon as Rain caught a
bouncing ball with the side of her head. Things devolved into a three
sided free for all. The staff made it worse by trying to separate the
children, which only gave the kids a common enemy.
	Fighting each other was entertainment but fighting someone not
family was instinct. Rachel, Brittany and Mandy got home to find that the
children had fortified the playroom and were holding back the staff.
Ovaldo's dogs who behaved like lovesick puppies around my children were a
big reason for the stalemate.
	Rain's explanation was more subjective than her mothers' but the
boys were doing credible jobs as star witnesses in support of Rain's
version of events. Everyone sat around watching me eat as they waited for
my reaction.
	"No story tonight," I said quietly. Rain's reaction was typically
overdramatic as she made it seem like I had sentenced her to an extremely
harsh punishment. I knew better though and watched as she carefully
wrapped Mandy around her finger. I think the quivering lower lip was what
broke Mandy's will to be strong. She gathered Rain into her arms and tried
to give her unneeded comfort. The boys surrounded Mandy to get in on the
comforting although they were not the accomplished actors their sister
was.
	The children ended up with most of the female attention that night
which seemed somewhat unfair considering they had done a good job of
wrecking their playroom.
	I was in the master bedroom when Mandy came in. The master bedroom
was what Rachel called it. I thought of it just as my bedroom since we
each had a bedroom of our own. Rachel's was connected to mine and Brittany
was getting increasingly insistent about putting a door between ours. I
thought for a minute about how they were going to manage to connect one to
Mandy's. I shuddered knowing that deep down inside they were hoping I
would agree to knock down the walls to all the adult bedrooms on our wing.
	Mandy was wearing a soft lavender colored nightgown that only went
down to mid-thigh. She walked to the foot of the bed and looked at me. I
was wearing thin shorts in case the kids got away from their mothers but
nothing else. I put down the sheet of paper I was reading and looked at
her.
	"Rachel insisted that I move in tonight," she said slowly.
	I nodded.
	"Is this really going to work?" she asked nervously. She looked at
my groin and the thinness was not enough to hide my growing attention.
	"It worked for the Coven," I said carefully. "It works for Rachel
and Brittany."
	She nodded thoughtfully.
	"Can you share me?" I asked.
	"When is it my turn with Rachel?" she asked breathlessly as she
crawled on to the bed. She moved up my body until she could kiss me.
	"She is not the one I taste?" I asked.
	She stared at me closely.
	"Brittany thought a quickie would relieve my nerves," she said
with a pout and kissed me again.
	"You were nervous?" I asked kissing a trail down her neck. My
hands were itching to palm her breasts but I was trying to prolong the
torture for both of us. She pulled my head back and looked at me again.
	"Every woman is nervous on her wedding night, David," she told me.
	That did the trick.
	I brought her down for a hard kiss by a grip on her hair and used
my other hand to strip her breasts of the nightgown's protection. She
pulled herself up so that she could pull my shorts down enough to free me
from confinement. I let go of her hair and moved my hand between her legs.
She was wet, warm and thick exactly like I remembered her. She moved up
and I took a nipple into my mouth.
	She moaned years' worth of wanting to be with me and reached
between her legs to straighten my phallus. Brittany had taken care of the
foreplay so she was ready for me when she placed the head of my dick
against her pussy's entrance. I moved both hands to her ass and took a
tight grip on her asscheeks. I changed to give attention to her other
breast. She held me in place and settled her weight on top of me. It had
been a long time since I had felt the thickness and gentle pressure of
Mandy's body around me.
	I had been thinking about being inside her for most of the
afternoon and it felt better than my daydreams when she was fully seated
in my lap. I spread her asscheeks and pushed up into her to get deeper.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. She was not
moving so I had to act. I flipped us over in one swift motion so she was
on her back with me between her legs. She was tight, thick and my motion
had taken me half out of her body. I took back what was now mine and she
welcomed the taking by squeezing me with her thighs.
	"Oh God! I missed you so much," she said holding my face and
kissing me. There were tears in her eyes and she moistened my cheeks with
them as we continued kissing. We did not fuck; instead we ground our hips
together so that I did not lose any depth. It was enough for both us after
so much time apart. I felt once again the gentle pressure that was unique
to her body as she went up and down my length as she came.
	I forced my hands underneath her and palmed her asscheeks. I
squeezed them hard and moved against her again. Her orgasm lasted long
enough for me to begin my own. It felt like I had been saving up cum for
this reunion. I came and it was like I was trying to fill her with enough
cum to give her a child naturally.
	Usually, I tried to get off a woman so I could ensure she did not
get uncomfortable. I did not care at the time and stayed on top of Mandy
until I hardened inside of her again. I heard the door open as I began to
move in and out of her.
	I turned my head to see Brittany and Rachel walking in nude from
Rachel's bedroom. Rachel was carrying a small tube and crawled on the bed.
Brittany got on the other side of us and reached down to where Mandy and I
were joined. She pushed against me to separate me from Mandy's pussy. She
pushed me back even further and leaned down to take me into her mouth.
Rachel turned Mandy over with kisses and nips on her sides. She straddled
the small of Mandy's back and opened the tube. It was a lubricating gel
and she traced a line between Mandy's asscheeks with it. She enjoyed
spreading the lubrication into a woman's ass and Mandy had one of the
finest asses we ever shared. Her finger invaded Mandy's anal rose to
prepare her for me. I got harder in Brittany's mouth and she let me go to
watch Rachel's treatment of Mandy. They guided me back to where my dick
could touch Mandy.
	"Ours!" Rachel whispered to me as Brittany placed the tip of my
dick against Mandy's asshole.
					-----
	Mandy's extended family did not take the sisters' strategy lying
down. They tried to get Smith Holdings into court but the judge bowed to
the opinion of the will's executor. The aunt was a battleaxe who no one in
their family wanted to go up against individually. There were varied
attempts to undermine the authority that Mandy and Sarah were passing on
to me. The clumsy attempts eventually culminated in a boardroom meeting
that included all of the principals.
	Michael, the Lees, Marie and our lawyers represented Smith
Holdings at the table. They had the offending family members on the other
side of the table along with their lawyers. I sat away from the table with
Rachel, Brittany and Ovaldo while Sarah, Mandy and their aunt sat at the
opposite end, also away from the table.
	The wrangling had been going for an hour and half. Every woman in
the room who knew me well was casting increasingly nervous glances in my
direction. The women on their side of the table felt the underlying
tension and began to try to negotiate a settlement instead of trying to
get whatever they could.
	The tone of the men got insulting, and an offending insult was
directed at Rachel criticizing her willingness to allow her husband to
birth an illegitimate child with Mandy. Every woman on my side of the
table got up and moved away from the table. At Michael's and my request,
most of our lawyers were female; both of us were comfortable with the
mostly matriarchal system we were a part of and we got along better with
female lawyers.
	The law firm was a four-generation conglomerate of several
interrelated families. It had more male partners than female, but the
senior female partner, their matriarch, was in charge of Smith Holdings'
account. The ladies had a lot of experience with Roger and they expected
me to behave exactly like him. It worked most of the time like now; the
firm tendered a partnership offer to Mandy's aunt even though she was a
battleaxe most of the time. Sarah and the aunt were moving to be close to
Mandy and the firm took immediate action to establish something they never
had with Smith Holdings; a family connection.
	The partners were privy to the contracts the government signed
with Smith Holdings. They even willingly did the menial paperwork to
reduce the number of people that knew the details of those contracts. They
would never know the exact amount of money Smith Holdings and the
government were dealing in but they had a close enough estimate to be
scrambling for available female or male firm members to present to our
family as possible spouses.
	The battleaxe was one avenue they opened up. The youngest son of
the most senior partner joined Helen's new martial arts school. He was on
the fast track in the firm and most of it had been earned with some hard
fought legal battles. He was the only other male on our side of the table
and was taken aback by the sudden exodus of female support from our side.
He also looked like he was ready to take the insulting fool outside which
decided me on the Helen issue.
	Helen was sure that he understood that she was considered a part
of our family. He was giving her all the right signals but he was also
exercising discretion just in case Helen was not interested. I insisted
that Helen make her own decision about him first. She said he was a good
kisser and she could have the firm tied to us by marriage in six month's
time.
	I sat down on the chair beside him and looked at the people who
had made themselves my adversaries. Their lawyers must have explained it
carefully to them, using small words where necessary. Our lawyers had not
even blinked at the wording of the provisions that allowed me control of
the company. Their legal opinion was that the solution that Mandy had
chosen had been anticipated in the will. They even checked with the
lawyers for Mandy's father to ensure that the social morality aspects of
our plan did not interfere with the old man's intent. The people in front
of me should have known better from the social history of the departed
father. Sarah and Mandy did not share a mother. The two women had lived in
different houses on his estate. The old man had married neither and
maintained a carnal relationship with both until his final illness.
	Mandy and Sarah had been nervous about the agreement between them
and the women in our family but not because it was something foreign.
Their nervousness stemmed completely from the financial risk of putting
their company in my hands.
	"I did not appreciate that remark. I expect an elaborate,
heartfelt apology before we finalize or any offer that I have made will be
rescinded and no further offers will be considered," I stated firmly.
	They grumbled and began to get a loud again but I sat quietly
watching them. The women were the first to be quiet as they noticed that
Mandy and her relatives had moved their chairs beside Rachel and Brittany.
Every woman on my side of the room relaxed and watched the other side with
smiles on their faces. Michael was drumming his fingers on the table
looking at them with an almost apologetic look on his face.
	"I'm sure that your lawyers have told you that three sitting
judges have weighed in with opinions that the language of the will covers
this exact circumstance."
	This caused another spat of noise but the lawyers were the first
to quiet down this time.
	"The sexual predilections of Mandy's father serve to illustrate
that this was something he knew could happen. He specifically chose to use
the term 'biological father' instead of husband, a wording that holds
unequivocal meaning."
	The noise barely lasted sixty seconds that time.
	"Are we agreed that Mandy is a qualified daughter under the will?"
I asked the lawyers.
	They nodded reluctantly; the family members grumbled.
	"Mandy has provided an affidavit and medical proof that the child
she is pregnant with is mine, correct?"
	I was answered with silence and surly looks.
	"As the 'biological father', this qualifies me to activate the
provisions of the will you are arguing against."
	The men on their side were becoming increasingly unhappy.
	"Actually if you read the provisions carefully, you will come to
the same conclusion that I have."
	Even the people in my side of the room quieted down. I smiled and
shook my head.
	"Mandy and Sarah's father did not write the provisions to address
an esoteric situation. He wrote them specifically with me in mind."
	The aunt's gasp from behind me confirmed it for everyone in the
room. I spun the chair to look at Mandy and Sarah. They were looking at
their aunt in stunned surprise. They turned to look at me.
	"Your mothers have access to the same information channels both of
you do."
	They looked at each other and clarity came to the two of them at
the same time. They had overlooked the fact that their mothers became
sisters through their sorority affiliation, and not through sharing the
man they loved. Mandy's sexual life would not have been a surprise to her
father.
	The aunt nodded her head respectfully at me. Rachel and Brittany
were looking me with surprise almost equal to that of Mandy and Sarah. I
shrugged my shoulders; it seemed clear to me as soon as I read the will.
The old man had daughters who could not run his business but he had women
he was responsible for. He did what had to be done to take care of them
beyond his death.  I would have done the same thing.
	"All I need to do to win every lawsuit you bring against me is
place the executor of the will and Mandy and Sarah's mothers on the
stand."
	The other side tried to drown out the revelation with angry words
and gestures. This time a hand gesture from Michael quieted them down as I
continued.
	"The mothers will sit in the witness chair and extensively explain
their relationship with Mandy's father. They're going to say things like,
'He felt responsible for his sisters, the two of us, his daughters and
hundreds of employees.' 'Towards the end he became desperate when he
considered that they would not be taken care of unless he left his company
in the right hands.' My personal favorite is going to be: 'We're talking
about bringing a child into the world who will be worth millions of
dollars with her first breath'."
	I let the vision of Mandy and Sarah's mothers expressing those
thoughts on the stand settle in.
	"My wife will testify that she is vehemently opposed to my
daughter being raised apart from her siblings or father just because
Rachel is not the biological mother."
	I looked at the troublemakers as they fidgeted across from me.
	"Brittany's testimony that her son is already living in the manner
anticipated by the will should seal every judgment in my favor. Morality
is all well and good, but my wife and I are in a marriage of convenience.
She is sixteen years older than I am. Her full acceptance of a situation
she is ALREADY living with would add a significant amount of money to the
family fortune even by her measure. They might not believe her intentions
are pure but no one will doubt the situation would benefit her and more
importantly her children greatly."
	I hesitated a moment before continuing.
	"You won't win the court cases. The old man was too good and I was
chosen."
	"You don't actually believe all that," one of the younger men
said. It was always the young ones.
	"You're absolutely right," I said surprising everyone. "This will
not make it to court to many times. Any delay increases the power of my
position. I will soon be able to stop you from using this company's funds
to attack my daughter's inheritance."
	"The child might not even be born," the youngest male said in a
voice that made every woman in the room's head turn towards him.
	Ovaldo moved like a snake when he had to but Michael was closer to
the young idiot and met Ovaldo's rush head on. Michael's body sailed over
the table and landed hard on the other side, but Michael delayed Ovaldo
long enough for Esmeralda to grab her youngest brother by the ear. It was
not a tight grip and the look she gave the idiot with a big mouth said she
was only stopping Ovaldo because she was owed her pound of flesh first.
	The voice the idiot used had the barest hint of threat to it.
Brittany and Rachel were standing between Mandy and him. Every woman on my
side of the table was looking at him they were about to jump over the
table to get their hands around his neck.
	I drummed my fingers on the table and waited for both sides to
settle down. The idiot was made uncomfortable by the eyes of every woman
on my side staying on him. They were giving him the identical looks they
would have given a rabid dog that needed to be put down.
	Michael got up shakily and sat back down in his chair. He was the
angriest I had ever seen him and the people on the other side of the table
were now scared. He was the voice of reason throughout our extended
negotiations and was on the edge of a blinding rage.
	"My cousin did not mean it like that despite his tone of voice,"
one of the women said reasonably. "But the fact of the matter is that
miscarriages do occur."
	"No child in our family has been miscarried after the first month
for the last three generations," Esmeralda said.
	The woman sat back stunned.
	"We have perfect medical records of our entire family to prove
that. Mandy is already past her first month, any problems will be..."
Esmeralda stopped herself. Ovaldo put his arm around her to help her
control the shaking. My aunt took the subject of the family children very
seriously.
	"That's all irrelevant," Mandy's aunt said sitting down next to me
before Esmeralda could continue. "David has already satisfied the
important provisions of the will. Mandy has provided medical and personal
proof that David is the father of her child. God forbid, but if the child
is miscarried only Mandy or Sarah can break David's hold on the company:
Mandy by refusing to attempt to have another child by David or Sarah by
qualifying another man under the same provisions."
	"I won't refuse David a fucking thing for the rest of my life!"
Mandy's voice rang out with from behind a wall of my female relatives.
	"Mandy, language!" her aunt admonished.
	Sarah sat down on the other side of her aunt and looked at her
relatives.
	"I have my eye on someone but I'm sure that even in those
circumstances the company would still become David's responsibility."
	"Three generations," the woman who had last spoken whispered
looking at Ovaldo. Sarah cleared her throat harshly but the woman looked
at her unabashed. If he had not used that tone of voice, the idiot's
statement would have been taken more seriously. The women in Mandy's
family had problems taking a child to term and the woman who was looking
at Sarah had her first marriage disintegrate after she lost her first
child six months into the pregnancy. A statement like Esmeralda's hit her
in a place that had cost her a lot of pain. Sarah sighed as the woman's
gaze drifted back to Ovaldo.
	The fool's tone decided me.
	"I'm going to make you the same offer I made the executives at
Smith Holdings," I said.
	Everyone in the room turned towards me to hear what I had to say.
	"You can accept the deal I put on the table or I will sweep this
company clean of anyone I even suspect will think badly of me on the worst
Monday morning of their life."
	They tried to talk but my hand stopped them all.
	"Mandy and her father have put all the cards in my hands. I do not
have to be nice but you are still her relations. Accept the deal or the
consequences."
	They grumbled but the last deal Michael had tried to make was
better than they had expected. The woman who was staring at Ovaldo raised
her hand. It was the battleaxe's youngest daughter and she looked at her
child with proud eyes at the obvious choice she was about to make.
	"We're not in school, Sheryl," Sarah said with some feigned
peevishness. I smiled knowing Sarah was not above sharing but she probably
had hoped for some time without another woman. I wondered if any other
families with this much money had to deal with these problems.
	"In the split of Allaire, you're keeping the Alominos plant which
I was heavily involved with," she started carefully. I thought it was
amazing how the word baby changes a woman's loyalties so dramatically.
	I nodded.
	"I would like to continue to have a role with the site," she said.
Her side of the table immediately discarded her as useless to their
efforts to squeeze every penny from the deal.
	"We have different plans for Alominos," Marie stated from behind
me.
	"Then my knowledge and the relationships I established while
building the facility would be extremely useful to you," Sheryl offered
brightly.
	"Sheryl, do you really need to cow-tow to them now?" the young
moron asked angrily.
	I looked at Sarah and motioned with my head towards a corner of
the room. Her eyes opened in surprise but she got up and extended her hand
to Sheryl. The battleaxe looked me with a raised eyebrow.
	"The business side can be worked out later, but it's easier for
everyone if the women deal with their issues first," I told her.
	"My young sorority sisters are right. You are a dangerous boy,"
she said softly so that only I could hear. She turned to look at Mandy and
turned back to me.
	"Your daughters are going to be willful little brats," she said
happily.
	"Take my daughter out for an afternoon," I said humorlessly.
"You're definition of willful might change."
	She snorted at me as if she did not expect any less. She got up
from the table to join Sarah and her daughter who were looking like they
were going to be obstinate. The lawyers on our side sat down and they
talked seriously with their counterparts about the deal being offered.

						-----

	It took a couple of days to finish the negotiations. The company
was being split along site and technology lines. The transition began once
the legal papers were signed.
	Our side was having lunch at the mansion without the lawyers but
Sarah, Sheryl, Mandy and the battleaxe were looking confused.
	"David," Mandy started with.
	I sat back and nodded at her. They had held out longer than I
expected.
	"It is not a criticism," Sheryl said.
	"We are just confused as to why you gave them the most profitable
branch of our company," Sarah said.
	"Damn right!" the battleaxe cut in with, "It's a stupid move, boy.
You've handed those weaklings the cake and let them eat it."
	Rachel had told her that I rarely referred to her by name, instead
used my nickname of 'battleaxe' for her. She took it as a sign that she
could be 'more' herself when talking to me.
	Everyone looked at them with smug smiles and turned to me. Marie
was glowing which had more to do with the knowledge that Forrest and her
were expecting their second child. They had also discovered that their
son's problems were what they first thought: he had inherited his father's
intellect. The child had been frustrated by his daycare and the stupidity
he found in toys appropriate for his age group. Rachel had Marie drop
Forrest Jr. off at the mansion instead of daycare and he did much better.
Marisa privately suggested that had more to do with his indoctrination
into Rain's growing cult than anything else. Esmeralda was ecstatic at his
addition to the children's fold since for some reason her daughters and
Forrest Jr. clicked well. It figured that she would be happy. Her
daughters behaved like miniature thugs and adding brains to the mixture
made most other people nervous.
	There was something else to Marie's happiness and Mandy put it
together first.
	"Forrest!" she said. Her sister, aunt and cousin focused on her.
	"What did Forrest do?" she asked excitedly leaning forwards. Her
relatives turned to look at us.
	"What did we give over to the rest of your family that has you
worried?" I asked.
	"The appliance chip business," the aunt said seriously.
	Sheryl nodded.
	"We're leaps and bounds ahead of the competition in the production
of single purpose computer chips for a variety of appliances that don't
require the power of a standard chip," Sarah said looking at us.
	"Not even the big chip makers can compete with our lines," Mandy
said.
	"Do you believe that your researchers could ever come up with
something that is leaps and bounds beyond what Forrest could design,"
Marie said before putting some chocolate cake in her mouth.
	The women looked at Mandy for clarification.
	"I handed Forrest to Smith Holdings when he was a freshman," she
told them.
	"Is he that good?" the aunt asked. Mandy's slow nod was answer
enough.
	"And you gave him to them?" her aunt asked in a frustrated voice.
	"I handled MY husband for the sorority," Marie said with a voice
wrought in iron. "Your brother was already ill when Forrest entered our
sphere of influence. Guiding him to Smith Holdings was my decision as our
best chance of success and gratitude for the sisters."
	The aunt sat back and nodded but was still frustrated by the lack
of leadership her brother's company had suffered through. She was a good
lawyer but life probably had no greater pleasure for her than making
worthwhile enemies so she would have ground her management under her heel.
	"So Forrest designed his own chips?"
	"It goes deeper than that," Joanne Lee-Smith said.
	"Sean and Patrick are very well connected in Japan," Stephanie
said.
	"You've broken the Japanese market?" the aunt said in wonder.
	I nodded.
	"But that's impossible!" she said.
	"Actually, they could not have competed against rivals without
Forrest's chips and we have patents to them in all relevant countries."
	"How?" Sheryl asked.
	"We had the support of the federal government. They did some
squeezing to ensure that governments around the world understood that
allowing a Smith Holdings' designed chip to be cloned would have severe
economic consequences," Brittany said.
	"But no one would believe that," the aunt said.
	"The consequences are outlined clearly by law," Rachel said.
	"You got a law passed?" the aunt said.
	I nodded.
	"What do you have over the federal government?" she asked.
	"Smith Holdings has a contract with the government to sell
Forrest's flagship CPU exclusively to them." Marie said.
	"He didn't!" Mandy gasped.
	Marie nodded proudly.
	"How bad?" Mandy asked.
	Marie looked at me. I had to smile before I spoke.
	"How did Forrest put it? 'This should keep that fucker David out
of my hair for the next twenty years!'" I said with a snicker.
	Marie nodded.
	Mandy and her relatives looked at us with wide eyes.
	"The government estimates that it will take 18 years for the other
chipmakers to catch up to Forrest's design," I said.
	"That is if we do not make any improvements in that time, which
researchers have already been hired to do," Marie told them.
	"But that doesn't explain..." their aunt said.
	"They're buying all but the most exposed computer systems from us.
Forrest has been working on a redesign of almost every component for
years, not to mention a new operating system," Marie exulted.
	"The work that would require..." Sheryl said amazed. She had more
experience on the technical side than anyone at the table.
	"Forrest and Forrest Jr. have a disorder that causes them to need
less sleep than normal people," Marie explained. "For Forrest, and my son
eventually, six hours of sleep is equivalent to twelve for us."
	"That must have been horrible when Junior was a baby," Mandy said.
	"You wouldn't believe the amount of noise he made. I thought there
was a problem but we had Forrest and Jr. checked out. The doctor was
amazed and I had to train Forrest to take care of the baby so I could
sleep."
	Mandy nodded consolingly.
	"Sex also makes Forrest very productive. If he gets regular sex,
he doesn't do anything other than work and work."
	"Weird!" Sarah said.
	"You're telling me!" Marie said laughing. "He's doing all these
great things and I'm helping by spreading my legs on a timely schedule."
	All the women at the table thought that was the funniest thing.
Michael, Ovaldo and I looked between each other shrugging.
	"The government wants all that extra power for themselves and is
willing to pay for it," Sheryl said looking at me with something close to
reverence figuring the rest out.
	"The other companies must know something is up if the government
is planning to buy only from Smith Holdings," the aunt said.
	I nodded.
	"They have to be curious and will want to compete with you."
	"The feds and us made them an offer they could not refuse," I
said.
	"What?" Mandy asked.
	"Continued economic survival," Michael said with something of the
smugness the women were spreading around so liberally.
	"There's a signed Executive Order that says the federal government
will come down like a plague on any company that we suspect of attempting
to bring to a market something Smith Holdings designed for exclusive
government use," Rachel said quietly.
	"Oh my God!" the aunt said looking at me with even wider eyes.
	"The release of any product that Forrest determines is based on
his designs will mean Smith Holdings will be allowed to take our entire
product line commercial."
	The women looked at me and I almost felt like they wanted to
create distance.
	"If they're really that good, you'll finish entire companies worth
billions of dollars."
	"A severe and nationwide economic blow; another reason the
government made the deal sweet for Smith Holdings," I said with a smile.
	"Sweet?" Sarah asked shocked to the core.
	"They couldn't possibly believe you." Sheryl said.
	"The chipmakers and operating system companies were allowed to do
their own testing in the government facilities," Joanne informed them.
	"They believe the market will finish them if we bring our products
to bear," her sister said.
	"MS won't take this lying down. They never have," Sarah said to
shake our stance.
	"We've had the operating system for two years," Joanne said. "The
government has been trying to write viruses for it all of that time."
	"They've succeeded twice," Stephanie said. "Both times because
Forrest used third party code as a short cut."
	"That really pissed him off," Marie said laughing. "Angry,
frustrated sex while he stripped the entire code base of 'foreign'
elements."
	"He WAS vile little prick when we gave him the bad news,"
Esmeralda said shaking her head.
	Marie shrugged.
	"It probably caused the new baby, and took him down a peg or two,"
she said patting her belly.
	"It doesn't matter. MS hasn't been known to play by the rules and
then they tie you up in court to keep doing what they want," Sheryl
argued.
	"Yes, Sheryl but this time the entire computer industry will back
us if we bring only the OS to market," Brittany said. "From chipmaker to
retailer, everyone's livelihood will be on the line."
	
	"You put a gun to the industry's head," Sheryl said amazed.
	"And the government loaded it to make sure everyone took him
seriously," Rachel said proudly.
	Mandy and her family looked at me for a couple of minutes and then
at each other.
	"We're talking billions of dollars, David. People will play
violent hardball with Forrest and his family. It will be worth it to
them."
	I nodded and took a drink of water.
	"The right people have already been introduced to the gentlemen
that will play hardball back," I said. "Except that we'll have a federal
hunting license."
	"I only needed the most modern of Allaire's plants, the name, and
the products that won't be in direct competition with our own." I
continued answering their original question.
	"Alominos!" Sheryl said suddenly.
	"What?" her aunt asked.
	"They want it because of its isolation. I told those idiots
putting a high tech plant there was stupid but it's perfect if you want to
achieve any control of a modern environment."
	They looked at each other and then at me.
	"We're going to create a very nice playground for Forrest, the
people that work with him, and the manufacturing plants for the computer
parts," Marie said.
	"There's a private college there and I heard that a sorority
chapter would be established soon," Sheryl said looking to us for
confirmation.
	"The plant will become a part of a heavily armed military base
putting it under exclusive federal control and laws," Marie said.
	"You people are crazy!" the aunt exclaimed, "You can't get away
with this."
	"You know what convinced me it would work?" I asked them before
taking another drink of water.
	"What?" they asked almost in unison.
	"When the executives who participated in the testing quietly began
to expand their investment portfolios out of the industry they control."
	They looked at me and there was quite a bit of feminine
nervousness in their eyes. The aunt's nervousness was being taken over by
anger.
	"Do you know what the difference between Roger, your brother, me
and everyone else at this table is?" I asked her.
	She shook her head.
	"All of us need reasons to pull the trigger," Esmeralda said. "You
need to give men like my wonderful nephew reasons not to."
	We sat in silence for a few minutes before anyone could speak.
	"Are you sure you don't have an older brother around?" Sarah asked
trying to break the quiet with humor.
	"No," Ovaldo cut in from where he had sat quietly. "But he has a
'qualified' uncle."
	Everyone broke out into laughter at that; the women had the
decency to look a little chagrined at their obvious plans to see Ovaldo
settled.
	The young executive in Mandy's company worked out quite well.
Sheryl and he were instrumental in the transition and set up Alominos to
run smoothly. The two companies merged as much as necessary while we
waited for Mandy Jr. to come of age. My new baby was actually named after
the battleaxe. Rain hated the name Matilda and forced her growing cult of
young family members to use Mandy Jr. on her baby sister. The naming after
the battleaxe was a family tradition that even the aunt fought but Mandy
and Sarah were insistent. They managed to hold out for three months
against Rain's will before Mandy legally added Mandy as a middle name.
	Brian, the young executive, had been casually introduced to the
blonde and elegant Samantha. They dated for several months making the
necessary noises about where the relationship was headed. Samantha threw
him a birthday celebration that included a couple of sorority sisters
Mandy recruited for the occasion.
	He bought the engagement ring the next morning.
	It was the reason that I was wearing tuxedo pants and a tailored
shirt in the mansion library. I had been stuck with the duty of watching
my children. Rachel had sweetly told me it was my job to ensure none of
them got outside and became one with dirt. Brutus and Roger were looking
to Rain as if preparing to make a bid to get her to start some exotic
misbehavior. If I thought they might understand, I would have explained
that Rain had been bribed into good behavior. I was pretty sure she had
been offered her first pair of diamond studs from the way she kept playing
with her earrings in anticipatory glee. I concluded that five-year old
girls already understand the international language of jewelry.
	I was relieved of duty by Ovaldo and what now seemed like the
permanently attached Sarah and Sheryl. The women still behaved like they
were seconds away from crossing swords but never around Ovaldo. Around
him, they were the picture of sensual feminine tranquility.
	The women told me I was wanted in the bride preparation room,
originally known as the extra bedroom in the adult wing. I grumbled a
little bit when Rachel offered the mansion as the place to hold the
wedding and our property as the reception area. It was big enough so I had
no real arguments about it especially after Samantha and Elizabeth
expressed their gratitude.
	I opened the door to the room and walked inside. Samantha had
chosen a pale pink for the bridesmaids' dresses. Rachel found it necessary
to redecorate the room in the same color for the occasion. My protest
against the silliness of redecorating the room for one day had not been
well received especially since the company was moving into the cash cow
phase of our government contract.
	The advanced nature of the systems we sold the government was
slowly becoming an open secret. The Alominos test center was even a part
of the government technical recruiting tour according to Ovaldo. There had
always been stories in the colleges that the government had systems years
ahead of anything available in the commercial realm; Smith Holdings made
the myth a reality. The sheer computing power edge of even one Smith
Holdings laptop did the same thing to technical recruits' minds that jet
planes did to teenage male hormones. They felt the need for speed, and the
government was not above playing to it.
	The obvious questions of security came up during those tours but a
reading of the pertinent Executive Order, the Smith Holdings Security Act,
and the nature of the agencies that wanted to keep the edge we had given
them, quieted the curious.
	For the most part, we did not even have to use Forrest's creative
security measures. The one incident of two machines being smuggled out of
the country was enough to convince the right international people that the
government thought the machines were on par with tactical nukes as an
advantage over other nations.
	The economic sanctions were harsh and political heads rolled when
the leaders discovered the punishment was all over eight pounds of plastic
and high tech metal slag. After that a few agencies approached us to get
access to the security measures we had installed on the machines. The
problem with that was that no one but Forrest and his closest assistants
understood them. He was being hardheaded about it and we decided to let
him be since the security measures indirectly added to our profit margin.
A few of the government agencies had nearly doubled their orders due to
their machines becoming waste material when they made concerted attempts
to break through Forrest's security. I hoped they would remain
unsuccessful because disturbing Forrest to increase his security might
cause problems, like him implanting an implosion device on the machines or
something.
	Marie said that as a joke to the Undersecretary of Defense in
charge of the government relationship with Smith Holdings. The backlash
for that one had everyone except Marie laughing our heads off. We lost
most of the profit from self-induced destruction though. Government
agencies even assigned people to us to be taught what would cause the
self-induced destruction behavior in their systems.
	Marie's biggest concern from her joke was a visit from a building
full of men in uniforms and black suits wanting to discuss the possible
avenues Forrest's weapons research might take. I had to become involved in
that situation and it took a meeting with Forrest to convince most of them
that weapons research was a path no sane person wanted Forrest to walk
down. People came out of that meeting shaking especially because I made
the unfortunate mistake of inviting Ovaldo.
	Forrest and my uncle, who rarely spent any time together before
that meeting, quickly found a lot of things in common. They became the
best of friends, which made most of the family and the government nervous.
Finally, I made it clear to Ovaldo and Forrest that I expected anything
that they came up with to be of limited destructive power. Nobody was
satisfied with my choice of words but Forrest and Ovaldo were forces we
could only hope to contain.
	The pink/peach room was impressive in its lack of anything
masculine. I looked around the room and tried to step out of the room when
the array of women registered. Only women that I had a sexual relationship
with were in the room setting off the warning bell. They were better than
me and I groaned when I heard Marisa's giggles as she slammed the door
shut behind me. She was not in the room but I could hear her on the other
side of the door trying to listen. The women in front of me parted so that
I could look at Samantha.
	She was wearing the pearl D charm, a smile and heels.
	She had decided for a more natural look so her makeup was barely
noticeable. Her slim beauty had never been more evident as her smile
turned from warm to hot.
	"Uh... aren't you getting married today?" I asked.
	"Yes," she said.
	It was all the response I needed. I walked up to her and stood
inches away from a kiss. She took the inches away and my hands went around
to cup her ass. The kiss was the heat of submission.
	I felt hands on my waist and my pants were undone. They were
pushed down my legs so that I could step out of them while other hands
unbuttoned my shirt.
	Samantha moved down to kiss my chest and stomach. She took the
head of my dick in her mouth and looked at me as she suckled it. She
stayed there while the other women took the rest of my clothing off. I
knew she had to get into her dress soon but she got up as if she had all
the time in the world to enjoy our being together.
	She sat on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. We were
guided backwards until we were in the middle of the bed with me between
her legs. She was moist and warm as my dick came into contact with her
searching for the way to join us. She brought her knees up to grip me
tightly. I felt a hand between us take me in a firm grip. My cock was led
to Samantha's center. I thrust through the hand and into the bride-to-be.
She arched her body to force even more of me into her. The hand moved away
and I pulled back. She dipped her hips to give us even more space. At the
same moment, we moved towards each other. I felt like I had never been so
deep inside of Samantha.
	She had plans for the beginning of the act and wrapped her legs
around me holding me as tight as she could. I rested my weight on top of
her. She hitched her hips to give me the best angle for penetration. I
pulled my hips back and thrust into her slowly. She put her face in my
neck and kissed the skin where shoulder met neck. She was whispering but
the feel of her around me was all I could focus on. I knew the other women
were watching and on the edge of my awareness I could hear the buzz of
their conversation.
	Samantha had been waiting and came when she ground herself around
me. I heard her whispers that time; she was promising herself to me
forever. I got harder inside of her, not to come but to take greater
possession of her. She opened her legs at the end of her orgasm to allow
me the freedom to do exactly that. I put my hands underneath her knees and
pushed them against the sides of her body. Her pussy opened even more for
me and her whispers now begged me to fuck her harder than ever before.
	I pulled back and fucked into Samantha's pussy with all the power
I could muster. Her pussy squeezed me tightly at the deepest part of my
stroke only to release me so that I could pull back. I felt weight on the
bed but did not care about anything except making Samantha mine. I drove
myself in and out of her with barely controlled thrusts. She was louder
and louder as my thrusts affected her body. A hand covered her mouth and
it made the situation even sexier. She tried to scream around the hand in
a declaration that her body was mine. I slowed down the thrusts so that I
could add power to the downward motion into her pussy. I worked her in
steady strokes building towards an apex that would test the hand's ability
to keep the cries of pleasure low enough to not be heard outside the door.
	It was not a mindless fuck; it was a purposeful screwing to mark
her as mine regardless of the vows she was making. I thrust into her
taking her from orgasm to orgasm until she lost the ability to yell out
loud. Her firm body was covered in a layer of sweat and our salt mingled.
	"It's time, baby," I heard someone whisper in my ear an
undetermined amount of time later.
	Samantha put her tired arms around my neck and pulled my face into
her neck. I rested on top of her and thrust for my own pleasure. She
accepted me whispering the right words into my ear. I pulled back one last
time and kissing her pumped hard into her pussy. In the deepest part of
her, my body marked her for what she was. She put her hands on my ass and
put pressure on my dick to take more of me inside of her body.
	Weddings are boring affairs unless you are the one getting married
in my opinion. Knowing that Samantha was saying her vows with my cum
coating the inner walls of her womanhood made me feel more involved in the
ceremony though. At the beginning of Samantha's vows, Rachel whispered to
me that the bride was expecting another visit to the peach room during the
reception. Brittany whispered in my other ear that she had the duty of
holding the wedding dress out of the way while I fucked Samantha's ass.



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