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Chapter 39

	I watched Stephanie take her first Tae Kwon Do lesson from the
edge of the mat. The instructor treated her distantly, barely even looking
at her while she performed the exercises.
	"He knows," Rachel whispered.
	She was stretching out beside me. The instructor had welcomed me
warmly and asked that I take class even though I did not plan to attend
his school.
	"I didn't tell him what happened to me when I started coming here
my freshman year," Rachel continued. "He did everything right though. I
think he knows when he's dealing with a woman who has been through this
kind of thing."
	"You should talk to Nancy," I said softly.
	"I don't need help, David," she insisted. "I'm over it."
	"You can't even say you were raped, Rachel," I said with some
steel in my voice.
	"He was my first male lover after it happened," Rachel said
gesturing with her head at the instructor.
	"Good way of changing the subject," I said with a smirk. "By the
way, I didn't need to know that."
	Rachel let out a quick laugh and pushed me.
	"Why does he want you to take class?" she asked me.
	"Are you going to get on Nancy's couch?" I asked instead of
answering.
	"Jesus, David!" Rachel sighed shaking her head. "Do you ever let
something go?"
	"Hmmm," I said tilting my head as if I were thinking about it.
"Not this, but I'll answer your question if you answer mine."
	"You mean you'll answer my question if I answer yours the way you
want me to?"
	"You're very good at this," I told her.
	"Alright, I'll let Nancy try to fix me," she said looking down.
	"She's not going to fix you, Rachel," I said. "Nancy will hand you
tools while you finish what you've already started."
	"So why does he want you to take class?" she asked changing the
subject.
	"Stephanie trusts me," I said. "Unfortunately, she only trusts the
things or people that I show trust in."
	"I don't get it."
	"Nancy was only part of the problem in establishing a connection
with Stephanie," I said. "Stephanie didn't trust our good head-doctor."
	"They seem to be doing okay now."
	"My view of Nancy recently changed."
	"Excuse me?" she said querulously.
	"I didn't care for Nancy until Doris Alex put her through the
wringer," I said. "My attitude influenced Stephanie's greatly."
	"You didn't trust Nancy," she said clarifying the point. "But you
don't trust anybody, and I doubt you trust her now."
	"I don't have to trust somebody to believe they will get a job
done. Stephanie is learning that type of trust now," I pointed out. "After
Doris Alex instilled a greater sense of humility in Nancy, I am fairly
certain she can manage Stephanie's needs. Nancy was also made aware of the
consequences of not doing her best."
	"Melisa had a little something to do with it too, at least from
what I heard."
	"Doris Alex served my purpose," I said. "Melisa..."
	"That little blonde bitch was making sure Nancy never even thought
of looking at you crossly again!" Rachel said with a hard laugh.
	"Something like that."
	"No, David, exactly like that!" Rachel insisted. "In Melisa's
world, no one is allowed to say a bad word about you. God help them if
they say it to you!"
	"Except for her, of course," I replied with a smile.
	"Melisa manipulates things, David," Rachel said quietly. "But it's
always for you or for her and you."
	"So anyway," I said after a minute of silence. "Your instructor,
who seems to have an instinctive understanding of what women need, is
giving me the opportunity to show Stephanie that this is the right thing
for her. The right place, too."
	"How are you going to do that taking a class?" she asked
curiously.
	"I'm not just going to take a class," I said with a small smile.
		
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	"How did you do it?" Rachel asked me on the drive home.
	Melisa was brilliant at getting her way so Rachel was driving her
car. As long as Rachel used Melisa's car, my First was free to use my car
whenever she wanted. I had to wonder if Rachel knew she was enabling
Melisa's manipulation. I considered buying yet another car, but decided
since no Sibling complained when I used their car I might as well accept
the relatively minor inconvenience of Melisa's preferring to use anything
labeled David's. I shrugged thinking that at least Melisa ensured everyone
got something in return; I was, after all, sitting next to a sexily
sweat-drenched Rachel.
	"How did I do what?" I asked innocently.
	Rachel yanked the wheel to the right. She slammed the brakes when
she was parking distance from the sidewalk. I watched as she almost ripped
out the parking brake handle as she set it.
	"Don't fuck with me, David!" Rachel said very annoyed.
	"I thought that was the whole idea," Stephanie said from the back
seat.
	Rachel's mouth opened wide and she turned around to stare at
Stephanie.
	"Bitch!" Rachel almost yelled while blushing deeply.
	Stephanie laughed at the expression on Rachel's face. It was the
first time any of us heard her laugh for real since she moved in. Rachel
shook her head and looked at me. I saw that Stephanie ability to joke in a
sexual context and laugh touched her deeply. She reached over and patted
my hand.
	"Anyway," she said giving Stephanie a joking dirty look. "I was
sparring you and it was like I could not attack. Every time I made up my
mind to hit you, I just froze."
	"He did it to everybody, except Master John," Stephanie said
almost proudly. "Master John isn't as good as David, but he did not lock
up the way the rest of you did."
	"How did you do it?" Rachel asked again.
	Master John had introduced me as a practioner of a different
martial art whom he asked to stop by for a session with his students. He
explained that it was necessary for martial artists to expose themselves
to other styles. We compared katas and the differences in strikes meant to
accomplish similar goals. The class ended with me sparring the advanced
students. Rachel would be testing for her black belt at the school's next
major test so she went first. It was not a successful experience for her,
and the fact that no one except Master John fared any better did not
comfort her.
	"He had complete control of you," Stephanie crowed. "You were just
getting more and more pissed. I thought you were going to explode. You
look really cute when you're mad, Rachel. "
	"You're a natural striker, Rachel," I said. "Your only thought in
sparring is hit the other person. Hit the other person!"
	"That's the point!" she said sarcastically.
	"Yes, it is," I agreed. "But I threw off your rhythm between the
point you decided to attack and when you set to do it."
	"I don't understand?"
	"You say that a lot with David," Stephanie said thoughtfully. "I
noticed he's the only one you do that with. With everybody else, you seem
to know everything."
	Rachel closed her eyes and made a shushing motion with her hand at
Stephanie.
	"Your rhythm is something like this," I said. "Bounce, bounce,
approach to the striking distance, bounce, decide to attack, pause, set,
attack."
	"I didn't do any attacking!"
	"Because I moved when you paused," I said. "I created more
distance, or moved to either side so you had to turn, or even stepped
closer so that you had to think about defending."
	"You did that to everybody. Do we all do the same thing?" Rachel
asked.
	"It's not just disrupting rhythm, Rachel," I told her. "Before you
spar, there's a struggle for dominance and ownership. This is my mat! You
are here to learn from me! Each one of you surrendered those two points
immediately. There's more involved but at that point it's not a question
of skill but of who takes control."
	"How was Master John able to avoid it?" she asked.
	"First, he ignored the entire dominance and ownership question," I
said. "There is no real decision for him to attack, his body does it. He
doesn't need to set either. Finally, he can change attack mid-stream; if
he did set and I moved towards him, the attack changed to one for up-close
fighting."
	"I'm supposed to learn all of that?" Rachel asked with a sigh.
	"Only if you don't want other people to think you bought your
black belt at Sears," I said.
	Rachel nodded and pulled out of the parking spot slowly. The drive
home was a quiet one.
	"I gotta take a shower," Stephanie announced when we pulled into
the driveway.
	She rushed out of the car and into the house.
	"That's a vast improvement," Rachel said jokingly. "I'm so glad
you cut the 'look ugly and smell bad' phase short."
	There were other improvements after Stephanie hit bottom and
bounced instead of sticking. Nancy walked the straight and narrow as if
she had Doris Alex and Melisa at each shoulder to keep her in line. She
seemed significantly happier because of it too. The other Siblings settled
back into their normal relationships with me. Stephanie had bad moments
and better moments but for the most part it felt like she was climbing
towards something rather than crawling through a sewer.
	Anna was a constant visitor and every day her hope grew.
						
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	The Thanksgiving break emptied the house of everyone except
Stephanie and me. Susan took advantage of the situation and stayed with us
for the weekend. She and I had not been together since the night before we
found out about Stephanie's rape. We reacquainted our bodies minutes after
she unpacked her bag. Stephanie had a brief bout with depression after it,
but dealt with it by smashing a few things. I decided she needed a little
more physical exertion so I pushed the furniture in the living room out of
the way and let her pound on the pads Rachel bought her. It took her an
hour to get too exhausted to think negatively of my being with Susan. She
asked Susan to bathe with her and did not mention or react badly to Susan
spending sexual time with me the rest of the weekend.
	On Saturday, Stephanie asked to be taken shooting. I did not care
for the idea much; Stephanie was a little pushy about it so I let her have
her way to see what happened. I drove her to the shooting range I used and
let her blast away to her heart's content. Although her concentration was
superb, she was not a natural shot. She wanted to buy a gun after we were
done. I helped pick one out for her to order and waited while she finished
the paperwork. The only stipulation I placed was that her gun stayed in a
storage locker until I said otherwise. She argued a bit, but agreed to my
terms.
	Everyone filtered back on Sunday afternoon. The Siblings that did
not live in the house stopped by to say hello and hang out. Most of them
took naps on any available soft surface as the days with family caught up
with them.
	Rachel walked into the house like someone had jacked her into the
nearest power plant. She vibrated annoyance on the edge of violence. She
did not say hello to anybody as she rushed up to her room. Her room door
slammed shut a couple of minutes later. A couple of the Siblings winced as
she stomped down the steps. I sat in the living room waiting for the
explosion. Rachel stood in the middle of the living room while we looked
her expectantly.
	"I hate her!" Rachel grunted loudly. "I hate her! I hate her! I
hate her!"
	"Who?" Malia asked curiously.
	Melisa, Doris Alex, and Stephanie rolled their eyes. Malia did not
spend a lot of social time with Rachel, otherwise she would have known not
to feed the fire.
	"My mother," Rachel replied snippily.
	"What's wrong with your mother?" Malia asked producing groans
around the room.
	Rachel spent the better part of an hour yelling about what was
wrong with her mother. I had heard it many times during the previous two
years so I tuned her out. Rachel's mother had a limited view of a woman's
role in the world; Rachel was interested in more. Their relationship
strained greatly when Rachel switched to an exercise science major. Her
mother's reaction caused Rachel to get closer to her father, which only
increased the strain on the relationship with her mother. I noticed that
Rachel was being evasive about what had caused the major blowup during the
weekend. I sat forward paying more attention. I had erred; it was the
angriest I ever saw Rachel.
	Something had changed over the weekend for her.
	Stephanie handed something to Rachel and we watched as she tried
to embed it into a wall. I looked from Stephanie to Rachel; maybe an
affinity for hitting walls with breakable items was the basis of their
relationship. No other Sibling had the appreciation that the two of them
had for the sound of shattering glass. Stephanie handed another item over.
Personally, I thought smashing one of those glass snow decorations was
pretty cool. The water sprayed beautifully; since I did not have to clean
it up I hoped she crush another against the wall. Rachel calmed down and
waved away Stephanie's third offering. It was the fastest I saw Rachel go
from furious to calm. I thought about keeping a stock of easily smashed
things on hand; letting women break things was a lot easier than having to
hear about their mothers.
	"Come upstairs," Stephanie said to Rachel. "You can finish telling
me about it."
	Some of the Siblings looked like they were going to thank
Stephanie out loud. I squelched any grateful vocalizations with a look.
	Incredibly for the number of days the Siblings were gone, I did
not have an immediate sexual partner or two. I figured exams were on
everyone's mind, especially when most of them pulled books out. I had
plenty of free time for studying during the holiday weekend so I did not
have anything to do. Staying in the living room would have only made me
pick a Sibling out for some frolic so I took a novel out to the pool
house. I figured someone would come looking when they needed a study break
and the pool house would keep the sounds of sex from disturbing anyone.
	I was about to head back into the house when the door opened.
Rachel and Janet came in laughing. They walked over to dump their towels
by my chair.
	"Hey, do you mind if we get wet?" Janet asked sexily.
	Rachel pushed her into the pool without waiting for my reply.
Janet came up sputtering.
	"Hey, bitch!" Janet screamed laughing. "You didn't even give me a
chance to take my sweats off!"
	"So do it now," Rachel said.
	Rachel kicked her sneakers off. Staring at me, she put her hands
on the waist of her sweatpants and pushed them down. The movement of her
hips as she did it fascinated me. I ducked Janet's attempt to hit me with
her wet clothing while keeping my eyes glued on Rachel. She smiled widely
and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. It was the closest I had ever
been to seeing Rachel naked. She was wearing a black bikini that put her
'athleticism' on display. I caressed her curves with my eyes; breasts that
would overflow my hands, a stomach with a hint of muscle lines but with
skin that looked soft, power in her thighs, and hips that would have been
a pleasure to dig my fingers into. She turned around and pulled the
swimsuit out from where it snuck between her butt cheeks.
	Rachel walked slowly to the steps and looked at me as the water
drank her in. Janet approached her deliberately. Her arms wrapped around
Rachel's waist and they kissed. Rachel broke the kiss after only a few
seconds.
	"It's okay, baby," Janet said comfortingly. "It's okay."
	Rachel initiated a deeper kiss. The girls spun in the water as
their tongues danced. I let the air out of my lungs explosively when they
separated. I spread my legs give my dick room to expand. Janet's swimsuit
was white; see-through when wet, and so tiny it could not contain any of
her treasures during the girls' horseplay. Rachel's by comparison was tame
except for the bottom's inability to stay out of the valley of her butt
cheeks.
	The girls dunked each other, swam around and for the most part
took any available excuse to kiss. Rachel pinned Janet against the edge of
the pool near me. She pushed Janet's hair out of the way so she could take
liberties with her neck. Janet slipped her hands under Rachel's top. She
pushed it out of the way and palmed Rachel's breasts. Rachel gasped and
pulled away but Janet captured the bikini top. Janet used her grip to draw
Rachel back in. I was surprised the water did not steam from the heat of
their kiss. Rachel lowered her hands which had had been hiding her breasts
from view. Janet took advantage by sucking on Rachel's breasts; the
nipples and areole were barely wider than a nickel. Rachel dropped her
head back until her hair was in the water. Janet moved strangely for a few
seconds and then threw a black bikini bottom behind her.
	"No!" Rachel gasped stepping back.
	Her hands were again hiding her treasures.
	"It's okay, Rachel," Janet whispered. "It's okay."
	Janet's hands grabbed Rachel's hips and pulled her back for
another kiss. Rachel must have decided she would feel better if Janet was
also unclothed because she stripped Janet out of her suit quickly. The
girls spun in a slow circle as their hands explored each other's bodies.
Janet's hands were trying to encapsulate Rachel's ass while Rachel
assaulted Janet's breasts with her mouth.
	Rachel pushed Janet onto the pool edge close to my feet. Janet lay
back and Rachel's tongue extended outward while she approached the
juncture of Janet's thighs. Janet moaned at the first touch. Rachel
pressed herself harder against Janet who buried her hands in the blonde's
hair.
	Rachel took her time. Her head moved in slow motions that must
have mirrored her tongue action on the pussy she was lavishing with
attention. Janet arched her back after a few minutes, and held the
position gasping her breaths as pleasure got closer and closer. Finally,
she screamed and bent her back so much I thought it would snap. She
collapsed and her breathing slowed as she twisted to look lazily at me.
She smiled after a minute and sat up. Janet grabbed Rachel's wrist and
helped her out of the water. She guided Rachel a couple of feet from my
chair. Rachel lay back and smiled.
	Janet stretched Rachel's hands over her head. She moved out of the
way and let me look at her prize. Rachel was magnificent naked. My eyes
riveted to the blondeness of her pubic hair and seemed unable to look
anywhere else. Janet straddled Rachel's stomach breaking my view.
	"Your turn," she whispered to Rachel.
	If the objective was to drive me insane, Janet came close to
succeeding. She laid siege on Rachel's body and advanced inch-by-inch
making sure every available spot on Rachel's body was given thorough
attention. She began at Rachel's forehead; gentle kisses across it then
moving to her cheeks. Her tongue outlined Rachel's lips, which opened
letting Janet into their domain. Janet teased Rachel's tongue out and then
pushed it back inside. Teeth were used on Rachel's neck; light scrapes of
sharpened enamel against sensitive skin. Kisses walked the trail up the
firm hills of Rachel's breasts until nipples could be circled before being
sucked. Janet's tongue traced the slight muscle lines of Rachel's stomach.
Rachel spread her legs in anticipation but Janet bypassed what Rachel
wanted to nibble at her thighs; wonderfully thick thighs. I thought
finally the time had come when Janet was done with Rachel's feet but
instead her hands guided Rachel onto her stomach. I would have pushed
Janet back into the pool if she had blocked the vision of Rachel's ass as
she quivered with need. Janet pushed blonde hair out of her way, and once
again enamel touched sensitive skin. Rachel pushed her ass against Janet
almost demanding for the end to arrive. Janet ignored the plea while
kissing and licking her way down Rachel's back. Rachel squirmed as Janet
ignored her ass to touch lips, teeth and tongue to the back of her thighs.
When Janet licked the back of her knees, Rachel got up on them. Janet spun
around, grabbed Rachel's ass cheeks, spread them, and dove in. Rachel's
hair flew back as she let loose a sigh that was pure pleasure. She spread
her knees as far as she could get them and put her forehead on the ground.
Janet discarded the torturous pace and simply licked Rachel into one of
the most powerful orgasm I ever saw a woman enjoy.
	Rachel collapsed onto her stomach and turned her face towards me.
Our eyes crashed together. I took a deep breath as Janet let loose a happy
giggle. Janet crawled up my legs and stared into my eyes. She put her
hands on either side of my face and quenched my thirst with the juice of
Rachel's pleasure.
	She tasted raw, like a sunrise after sleepless night.
	Janet gave me her tongue as her hands opened my pants. I lifted my
hips so that she could push my jeans down. She broke the kiss and stood on
my jeans so that I could free my legs. Janet jumped into a straddle on my
lap. Her hand dove down until she had my cock in her hand. She sat down
hard taking me deeply in one plunge. She grabbed my face again and kissed
me. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her slowly; I let her down
easily. Janet turned as I continued lifting and setting her pussy down on
my dick. Rachel was staring at the point of our joining. Her brow was
furrowed as she concentrated on watching Janet and I fuck.
	Janet extended her hand out to Rachel, who stood up and approached
us slowly. Rachel's hands touched Janet's back and it felt like she was
touching me through the brunette's body. Janet stretched her head back and
guided Rachel's hands to her breasts. Rachel gently pinched Janet's
nipples and I felt the reaction to the pressure around my cock. Janet
squeezed me tightly, released, squeezed me again, and exploded into a
squirming motion as an orgasm swamped her.
	The pleasure faded fast.
	Janet kissed me again and turned in my lap until she faced Rachel.
She pulled the blonde's face down for a hard kiss. Janet shoved her hand
between Rachel's legs only to be answered by having the blonde grab her
ass tightly.
	We were a train of constant motion. I pushed up and circled my
hips; Janet circled her hips with me while moving her hand between
Rachel's legs; Rachel squeezed Janet's ass and pushed down to make sure
Janet stayed fully impaled on my cock.
	It came on all of us at almost the exact same time. Janet and
Rachel deepened their kiss as I pushed up lifting Janet's weight
completely with my hips. Janet's pussy locked on me as I thickened and
exploded into her. The girls broke the kiss to gasp as pleasure drowned
them.
	I thought it was over; but I could not have been more wrong.
	Rachel knelt down pulling Janet off my body. She arranged Janet
carefully on her back and looked at me. Rachel grabbed Janet around the
thighs and lifted the smaller girl's lower body up to her face. She turned
to the pussy being presented to her, a pussy I had just cum into, and
pushed her mouth against it.
	I watched Rachel...
	Janet waved to me as she walked hand in hand with Rachel out of
the pool house. I was hard from what I had just seen; harder than at
seeing Rachel naked for the first time, harder than I was watching Janet
on top of Rachel, harder than feeling Rachel's touch inches from my skin,
harder than watching Rachel orgasm and knowing I had something to with it.
I was so hard it felt like a single touch would make shoot several feet
into the air.
	Melisa walked in to the pool house naked. She sauntered sexily
towards me until she stood between my legs.
	"Rachel said I was needed out here," she said.
	She grabbed my cock and squeezed hard.
	"Oooh, you are definitely in need of some attention," she
whispered climbing onto my lap.
	I grabbed her thighs as she set the tip of my dick barely inside
her pussy lips.
	"Stick with me, David," Melisa said with a wicked smile. "You'll
get everything you ever wanted and more!"
	Melisa sat down on my dick slowly. She let me enjoy every inch
that her pussy swallowed. I reached behind her, spread her ass cheeks,
lifted her up a couple of inches, and fucked into her as hard as I could.
Her eyes widened; she dropped her head back to scream as an avalanche
pushed through her.
	"FUCK!!!" she yelled as I held her in position and continued to
fuck her with all the heat that Rachel and Janet had left behind.
	A couple of minutes later, we lay side by side staring at each
other.
	"She's ours, David," Melisa said. "Rachel is finally ours."
				
	




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