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Title: James's Story
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   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
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None of it.  I made it all up.  No names were changed to protect the
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   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





   Chapter 9 : Kat & Dylan





   Summer was winding down.  Kat, James and Robert were sad.  The school
year loomed ever closer in their minds.  Their sexual adventures began to
take on a frenzied, apocalyptic nature, although they all three understood
that nothing would really change.  In fact, it would be easier for Kat to
come over more often.  James was calm and secure in his love for his
mother, and his relationship with her.  It had now gone on long enough that
he felt reasonably sure that it wouldn't change.  He wondered how old she'd
be when he finally couldn't make love to her any more.  He hoped she'd
still be as sexy at forty-two as she was at thirty-two.  Let's see, he'd be
how old?...

   Anyway.  Kat's world took another turn, another lurch.  Suddenly, within
a week, her uncle Dylan, her mom's brother, moved back to town.  He had
been out of the country, and now he was back.  Alice breathed a sigh of
relief.  She knew her life would be easier, now that he was back.  Now that
he was here.  He made ungodly amounts of money, and he had always seemed
willing to share it easily.  He had loved to watch Kat when she was little,
and his love for her had grown, if anything.  The very first weekend he was
in his new house Kat stayed with him.  He literally had chosen a house with
her in mind, and her new bedroom at his place looked a hundred times better
than her old one at home.  Jeezus.

   Dylan wasn't a giant, but he was quite a bit larger than Alice.  He was
fairly handsome, energetic, and funny.  They had always gotten along well
as children, but for the last four years he had been out of the country,
and she had missed him.  She looked forward to getting to know him again,
and for Kat to have an uncle.  She wondered if this was better for Kat, to
stay with him, she was still unsure of the influence of Jessica's household
on the girl.  Although Alice did things now with Kat that a year ago she
never would have believed, she still had questions about James and Jessica.
Except for that sex part, that could never be true.  His own mother? 
Still...

   Kat loved Dylan.  She remembered staying with him years ago, and the few
times over the last few years she had seen him.  He seemed crazy about her,
he bought her stuff, he did anything she asked...  no wonder she liked him.
In spite of all that, she liked him for just being himself.  She wouldn't
have cared if he was poor, like her and her mother.

   Kat stayed with him every weekend for a month.  That worked out well, it
gave Alice some time off, and Dylan didn't mind.  He just enjoyed Kat's
company.  They drove around, saw stuff, went shopping, went to parks and
all kinds of stuff.  Kat was proud of him, and she tried to make him happy
and be what he wanted, although she wasn't sure what that really might be.

   She had just gotten to sleep the night of the big storm.  She awoke to
thunder crashing, and the wind whipping rain into her window like a
hurricane.  She leaped out of bed and ran down the dark hall, stopping at
Dylan's open bedroom door.  He could have slept through a tornado, but he
woke at the sound of her footsteps in the hall.

   "Yes, darling?"

   "Uncle Dylan...  something's happening...  it's scarey outside..."

   He laughed.  "It's just a little storm, dear.  Go back to bed..."

   "Can I sleep with you?  I'm really scared..."

   "Lord.  I don't care."

   She crawled onto his bed, and under the covers.  She felt his hairy body
brush again her naked skin, and she wondered if he was naked, like her.  He
pulled the sheet down between, them, though, and she couldn't feel him any
longer.  She lay there, silently, beside him, and listened to the storm
play itself out.  She never noticed going to sleep.

   When she woke up, the room was light.  Uncle Dylan was sound asleep
beside her.  She wiggled and burrowed under the covers, and came up beside
him, under the sheet.  She placed her body next to his, and felt once again
his body hair on her naked flesh.  It excited her, and she curled up
against him.  When she woke up again he was moving around.

   "Good morning, darling," he said, when he realized she was awake.  She
sleepily replied, and yawned and stretched.  He was on his side, facing
her, and she wiggled into him.  She felt something poke her in the crease
of her leg, on her thigh, and she raised the blanket and looked.  Almost as
quickly he knocked the sheet from her hand, pulling it down over his body.
Too late.  She'd seen his weenie, pressing into her legs.  Tee hee hee, she
thought, I saw Uncle Dylan's weenie.  It wasn't as long as James or
Robert's, but it seemed plenty long enough to her.  And it was hard!  That
meant he liked her, or at least that he found her sexy.  She was elated.

   "Uncle Dy-lan," she said, drawing his name out.  "Your thing is hard..."

   He visibly recoiled, wrapping the sheet tighter about his body.  She was
almost left out in the cold.

   "Katherine." He said.  He never called her Katherine.  "Dear, you should
really be in your own bed.  And you should have clothes on."

   She stared him right in the face, almost laughing.  "Why?  You don't
have any on."

   "I know, but I thought I had a little privacy left, in my own home."

   "It's alright, my mom an' I never wear clothes at night.  I thought
everybody sleeps naked." She knew most people didn't, but she thought she'd
just say that.

   "I know.  Okay.  But please, the storm is over.  You can go back to your
room."

   "I don't wanna...  please...  isn't it almost time to get up anyway?"

   "Not for a while, but you can if you wish.  Now, please."

   "Un-cle Dy-lan...  don't make me go...  she pouted, crawling all the way
out of what little of the sheet she had.  She tried to crawl on top of him,
but he successfully kept her from it.

   "Kat...  please..." He was getting frustrated.  "What would your mom
think if she saw us now?"

   "She'd be okay...  she trusts you..."

   "Not if she saw this, she wouldn't."

   "Yes, she would."

   "Okay, okay.  Just, please, girl..."

   She languidly stretched again, and lay back beside him.

   "Uncle Dylan, what are we going to do today.  What is today, Saturday?"

   He grimaced in frustration, looking down at her.  His eyes traveled down
her body, to her puffy little pubic mound.  Jeezus, look away, he told
himself.  She stretched again, and rolled over, bringing her ass into view.
Oh my god, he thought to himself, she had an ass every bit as fine as a
grown woman's.  Help me, help me.  I'm falling...

   Dylan finally closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.  She pouted a
while.  He could feel her pouting.

   "Uncle Dylan."

   "What."

   "Is is still hard?"

   "Jeezus, Kat!" He sat up.  "You need to leave, dear.  Let me get
dressed. What is wrong with you, anyway."

   "Nothing." She sat up, crossing her legs.  Her cute little pussy spread
apart.  He looked away.  "Uncle Dylan.  I know what it means when a guy's
weenie gets hard.  It means you like me."

   "Kat.  I do like you.  But not like that.  There are other things it
means, too.  Like I have to pee."

   "Can I watch?"

   "No!  Jeezus!  What is wrong with you!?"

   "Nothing.  I'm just normal.  And I wanna watch you pee."

   "Kat.  Have I just been away too long?  Did something happen while I was
gone?"

   "Something like what?"

   "Like the whole world going crazy."

   "No, Uncle Dylan.  I can't help it.  I just have...  curiosities..."

   "Well, I understand that, but some things we just cannot do.  Some
places we cannot go.  This is one of them."

   "Okay, okay.  Tell you what.  If you just show it to me, I'll go back to
my room."

   "Kat!"

   "Okay, okay, then.  If you just let me touch it, under the sheet, I'll
go back."

   He sighed, a bit theatrically, she thought.  He shook his head.  Damn.

   "Goodbye Kat.  Go get dressed, and we'll go out for breakfast."





   That night, Saturday night, they watched a movie until deep in the
night, and then went to their respective beds.  Long after she was sure he
was asleep, she crept into his room and crawled into his bed.  He murmured
and mumbled, and she froze.  She finally slowly slid beneath the sheets,
and slid up against his warm, hairy body.  She sighed contentedly, and went
to sleep.

   She woke before he did.  He woke to find her on top of him, her legs on
either side of his waist, her smiling face grinning down at him.  He could
feel his hard cock nestled into her pubic area.  He was intensely aware of
his hard cock nestled into her pubic area.

   "Kat..." He didn't really know where to go from here...

   "Shhhh." She motioned him to silence.  "Your secret is safe."

   "My secret?  What secret?"

   "That you like me.  Your weenie is hard again."

   "Kat.  What is this really about?"

   "uhm.  You, liking me?  I like you..."

   "Yes darling, I like you too.  But not like this."

   "I like you like this.  Why can't you like me like this?"

   "Kat, give me some sympathy here.  I'm trying to do what's right."

   "Uncle Dylan." Trump card time.  She had thought about this all night.
She didn't understand the term blackmail, but she instinctively knew how to
do it.  "Un-cle Dy-lan...  Do you remember many years ago, when I use to
stay with you?"

   "Yes." He looked guarded.  He knew from her tone she was up to
something. She can't remember...  he told himself.  He had always told
himself that.  He depended on that.  That she couldn't remember.

   "Do you remember, we did...  certain things..."

   Oh god, he thought.  She does remember.  How much does she remember? 
"Certain things, like..." He said.  He had to find out how much she
remembered.

   "Oh, certain things...  like certain parts of us?"

   What did that mean.  "Like what?  What parts?"

   "Parts like...  your guy parts...  and my girl parts..."

   "Uhm, no I don't remember that.  You'll have to be more specific." Oh
god.  Did he really want to start this with her?  She might have him by the
balls here.

   "You rubbing...  certain parts...  you licking...  certain parts..." She
realized how accusatory that sounded, so she included herself.  "Me
licking...  certain parts."

   He visibly deflated.  Shit.  She did remember.  He had thought all these
years that she was too young, that she didn't remember any the things he'd
done to her.

   "Kat.  I'm not sure what you think happened, or what you remember.  I
loved you very much then, and I love you very much now.  I don't want to
hurt you.  I didn't want to hurt you then, that's why I stopped." Oh, that
was great.  He just admitted it to her.

   "Uncle Dylan.  I know you love me.  I love you.  You didn't hurt me, not
any.  It was fun.  I wish we still did that stuff."

   "Darling, I shouldn't have, and I stopped.  Now can we forget it, and
move on?"

   "Sure...  I just want...  I just want to have some fun again..."

   "Fun?  What do you consider fun?"

   "Well, like...  you...  licking me..."

   He sighed heavily.  This didn't seem to be going away.  He strained to
feel his dick, to see if it was still hard.  He couldn't tell.  It felt
hard.

   "Uncle Dylan." She said, staring him straight in the eye.  "I won't
tell. I haven't told anybody yet, right?" That much was true.  For reasons
unknown, she hadn't even told James and Robert about the things her uncle
Dylan had done to her when she was three or four.  In fact, she just didn't
think about them that much.  Although, she did remember, it felt good... 
Good like when she did sex stuff with James and Robert.

   "Kat.  What's it gonna cost me to make this go away?  To get you off my
back?"

   "Well...  nothing...  I'm not asking for money...  I just wanna...  play
around a little..."

   "Play around?  What exactly does play around mean?"

   "You know." She squirmed, suddenly embarrassed.  "licking and stuff."

   "Darling.  I don't want to go to jail."

   "You won't.  Nobody will know.  I didn't tell nobody about the stuff you
did back then did I?"

   "No, you didn't, true.  But, Kat, understand...  I don't want you to
grow up and hate me for something I might have done."

   "Hate you?" Kat asked, in puzzlement.  "Why would I hate you?"

   "Oh, god, Kat.  I don't know.  Jeezus."

   "Well.  Anyway.  I guess I understand." She scraped herself off the top
of him, and he had to scrabble for the sheet to hide himself.  She turned
and looked back, at the door.  He stared at her, like a man in the desert
staring at a pool of cool water.

   "I guess I'll go now..."

   "Kat.  Wait." He wasn't sure what he intended.  He stared at her.  He
wanted her more now than he had ever wanted her back then.  His inhibitions
slowly drowned beneath the weight of his desire.

   She half turned, still looking sad.  He knew she was just putting on a
show, and it charmed him all the more.

   "Come back.  Sit down.  Talk with me."

   She smiled.  I'm in, she thought.





   They talked for an hour.  Sometimes about inconsequential things,
sometimes about important things.  For a while about what Dylan had done
long ago, even.  He was surprised to find that her memories of the events
were very clear, and matched pretty much up with his.  He hoped his cell
partner was nice and not some ogre.  She seemed totally okay with the
memories, though, but he realized that she was still pretty young.

   He looked at her, frankly, objectively, he thought, as she sat on the
side of his bed.  Her body was still small, compact, huggable.  Sexy, oh so
sexy.  He had loved her physique back then, but now it was incredible.  Her
flat chest melted down into her slim muscled stomach.  Her little pussy
mound pooched out.  Her long, strong legs...  Jeezus...  he had no trouble
now feeling how hard his dick was.  She sat with her legs apart, one of
them up on the bed and crooked at the knee, and her little pussy was spread
wide to his gaze.  It literally gapped open slightly...  he could see the
deep red flesh inside it...  it made his tongue hard.  He wanted to feel
her legs wrapped around his head.  He wanted badly to taste her.  His
niece...  how could he...  and she was asking him to do "stuff" with her...
I am not a strong man, he thought, help me, help me.  Help me, I'm
falling...

   Kat chattered away...  he caught a few syllables, and wrinkled his brow
in puzzlement...  what had she said?

   "Kat.  Wait.  What did you say?"

   "What?  About what?"

   "You said something about your mom's titties..."

   Kat colored slightly.  Her big mouth again.

   "It was nothing..."

   "What about your mom's titties?"

   "I...  uhm...  I said they were soft..."

   "All titties are soft, yes.  How do you know your moms are?"

   Kat looked mischievous.

   "I've sucked on them."

   Dylan snorted.  "Of course you have.  All babies suck on their momma's
titties."

   "I sucked them just the other night.  She lets me."

   He was silent for a moment.  "For real?"

   "What's more...  she...  I..."

   "Yes, dear?"

   "She lets me suck her...  and she sucks my...  down there, down here..."
She motioned to her crotch.

   Dylan was silent, just watching her.  His brain was frozen.  He didn't
know what to do or say.  He was trying to figure out just how true Kat's
statements could be.

   "Honest...  we do it a lot...  we even have cums sometimes..."

   "Kat, dear.  This is true?  This is for real?"

   "Yes." She was almost defensive by now.  That, and as usual, she was
wishing she'd kept her big mouth shut.

   "Goddam." That was all Dylan could say.  He wanted badly to believe this
was true.  It would make what he was thinking about doing not so bad.

   "Kat.  What happens, when your mom sucks on your...  pussy..."

   She looked thoughtful for a moment.  "It just feels really good.  Then,
at the end, I have a cum.  It just feels super good.  My legs shake and I
get goose bumps.  Sometimes I get the hiccups."

   That sounded like they really were doing it.  Jeezus.  His own sister.
Who would have thought.  He didn't think badly of her, it actually turned
him on pretty intensely.  His own sister, sucking her daughter's little
pussy until she came?

   Kat decided not to tell him about James and Robert.  She'd already said
too much, probably.

   "Kat." Dylan sat up, still wrapped in his sheet.  "Come here.  I want to
show you something."

   She joined him at the bottom of the bed.  He stripped the sheet down,
letting his hard dick flop free.

   "You wanted to see it.  Here it is."

   She decided to act like she'd never seen a dick before.  She ooh'ed and
aah'ed, and examined it carefully, looking up to him for confirmation as
she hesitantly reached a hand out for it.  It was warm and soft and hard,
all at the same time.  It wasn't nearly as long as James and Robert's
dicks, and it was tapered slightly, like Robert's.  She grasped it, and
took the cap in her other hand, rubbing and feeling the satin softness of
the cap.  She thought about putting it in her mouth, but decided that she
would let him set the pace.  That stuff was oozing out of it, that slippery
stuff.  She rubbed it into the cap.

   Dylan was in a tortured heaven.  He loved what she was doing, but he
still had a lot of guilt over it.  How is this any different, he thought,
than showing her a pussy?  Than letting her lick a pussy?

   "Kat.  You've licked your mom's pussy, like you said.  Do you want to
lick me?"

   In answer, she simply put her head down and took the end of his prick in
her mouth.  She had a dim distant memory of doing it before, many years
ago. She sucked and slurped, wanting to make him feel good, wanting it to
be something special for him.  And she anticipated his mouth, on her.

   Dylan leaned back, and groaned.  This was turning out a lot like things
had with her, years ago.  For as young as she'd been back then, she seemed
very eager, like she was now.  What was it with her?  Good grief.

   "Uncle Dylan.  Will you lick me?" She didn't have to ask twice.  He
grabbed her legs and flopped her down on the mattress.  He fastened his
mouth to her sweet little cunt, and began sucking and licking.  This is it,
he thought, if I have to go to prison for this, it was worth it.  It was
worth every second, in advance.

   Fifteen minutes later, he raised his face from her crotch.  His mouth
and lips almost hurt.  She had come twice, cute little girls comes, and he
was charmed by them.  He loved her deeply and desperately, wanting to make
her happy, wanting to give her even more pleasure.  He picked her up easily
and carried her into the bathroom.  They took a long hot steaming shower,
laughing and giggling, playing with each other.  His dick stayed rock hard,
of course, and he stood up on his knees and let her stick it through her
crotch, nestled up against her pussy, like she had a dick.  It wasn't even
noon yet.  He led her out of the house into the back yard, and pulled the
cover off the hot tub.  He'd only used it once before.  They got in, and
soaked for while.  He leaned back and let his dick rise up out of the
water, and she giggled and played with it.  She finally leaned forward and
began to suck it again.

   "Kat." He spoke.  "Can I come in your mouth?  Do you remember me doing
that, long ago?" She didn't really remember, but recently she had let James
and Robert both come in her mouth.  Uncle Dylan couldn't be worse than
that. Worse?  It wasn't that bad.  And the stuff tasted okay, she guessed.

   She nodded to him, and got ready.  It took him a long time.  His cock
wiggled and bumped around in her mouth, and she sucked on it best she could
as he stroked the shaft.  Finally she felt his dick twitching and
contracting, and she placed her small hands on his balls, knowing he was
fixing to come.  She felt his balls pull up to his body, and come he did,
filling her mouth, overfilling it, sending sperm spraying out into the tub.
They both laughed and she swallowed and gasped for air.  He splashed the
sperm out of the tub with his hands.  She got the mouthful down at last,
and smiled up at him.  He gripped her with his hands, hugging her against
his body, loving the feel of her smallness and her softness.  They wandered
back in the house and finally dressed, and went out for brunch.

   Uncle Dylan seemed very possessive of her now, he hardly took his hands
off her, except when they ate.  Kat imagined that everyone knew that she
was his girl, but she knew that people couldn't actually tell stuff like
that unless you told them.  She didn't want to get Uncle Dylan in trouble,
so she resolved to keep this secret.  From everyone.  Her mom, James,
Robert, everyone.  It was private, between her and Uncle Dylan.  No one
else needed to know.

   They made a trip to Walley-world and bought some groceries.  Uncle Dylan
took her to the phone department, and they talked about phones.  He told
her she needed a phone, she was old enough, and for her safety she should
have one.  After an hour of looking and talking they finally picked one
out, paid for it, and then headed back home.  Kat spent the afternoon
watching TV and talking to her mom and some of her friends on her new
phone. She finally called James and had a guarded, murmuring conversation
with him, already breaking her vow of only two hours ago to keep her
activities with Uncle Dylan private.  She told James that she was staying
with her Uncle Dylan, that she now had a phone, and that she was getting
her "goodies" licked, as she put it.  James was surprised but
congratulatory, and he hoped that she didn't forget them.  She assured him
she wouldn't, and asked for Robert's number.

   Later that evening Dylan cooked some steaks outdoors, and as evening
fell they stripped off their clothes and retired to the hot tub again. 
They wrestled and splashed about and were silly in general.  He rubbed her
little pussy slowly, gently, for a long time but then Kat finally felt an
uncomfortable twinge deep in her guts, and she turned to Dylan.

   "I gotta go in the house."

   "Why, darling?" He asked.

   "I gotta poop."

   "Kat, baby, just do it in the yard.  I'll clean it up later."

   "No, that's okay, I'll go in..."

   "I wanna watch, baby.  Just go right over there and do it.  I'll clean
you up when you're done."

   Somewhat nervously she stepped out of the hot tub, and went a few feet
over to where he had indicated.  She wasn't sure what to do then, but he
indicated that she turn away from him.  She did.

   "Squat down a little, darling." She did.  She squatted that way for
quite a while, causing him to tell her she had a shy colon.  She had no
idea what that meant.  Finally she felt it coming out, and she had a nice
long poop.  She looked down between her legs, and saw her little piles of
poop laying there, long and lumpy, light brown in color.  Uncle Dylan was a
little weird, she decided, but it didn't bother her much.

   "TP?" She said, slowly turning around, careful not to step in the pile
of shit.

   "Just get back in the tub, darlin', I'll wash you off." She got back in
and he ran his fingers up and down her crack, washing her the shit off her
butt and out of her crack.  He pressed his finger slightly into her little
asshole, and she giggled.

   "Thanks." She said, and sat up on the edge of the tub.  She wasn't
exactly inviting him, but he got down in the water and approached her
little pussy like he was a shark, and then latched onto it.  She spread her
legs as far as she could, and enjoyed the ride.  She almost fell over
backwards when she came, causing him to have to grab her.  It was a good
come, she thought.





   That night, Saturday night, there was no talk of this nonsense of Kat
staying in her own room.  Uncle Dylan carried her from the TV to his bed,
and stripped her clothes off of her.  He made her laugh by pressing her
panties to his nostrils.  She knew James and Robert loved to sniff panties,
and it made her feel good that Uncle Dylan liked to sniff hers.  She hoped
they were good and smelly for him.  Next week she would wear the same pair
for three or four days for him.  Maybe the whole week.

   He crawled in bed beside her and wrapped his strong arms around her. 
She felt wonderful, safe, protected, and loved.  Especially loved.  She
knew that he was crazy about her, she could tell.  She knew that he loved
her more than anybody else in the world.  And she loved him more than
anybody.  James was second, Robert was third, and her mom was fourth. 
Maybe her mom was second.  Whatever, Anyway, she had no doubt about the
strength of Uncle Dylan's love for her.  And she knew he loved her even
more, now that she let him do these things to her.  Things she loved, too.
She was happy.





   Chapter 10 : Kat & Jessica





   The start of school was just days away.  The mood of the three kids
became dark and somber.  Just something about it.  Even though they knew
things wouldn't change that much.  Other than just having to go to school
every day.  Crap.

   The last weekend before school started, Dylan and Alice took a weekend
trip to a resort.  Alice asked Jessica, somewhat apologetically, if she and
James could watch Kat for two days.  It was no problem, of course, and
Jessica said "yes" without even having to think about it.  James mentally
rubbed his hands together and thought "Yes!".  He began making plans to get
his mother and Kat together.

   They went to the movies, and came back home, after some ice cream.  The
night ran down, and finally it was bedtime.

   "Mom." James said.  "Kat can stay with you.  Robert and I are going to
sleep downstairs.  Maybe in the back yard."

   "Uhm...  sure..." Jessica mumbled absently.  She was a little tired, and
ready for bed.  A break from James's nocturnal attentions was welcome. 
Little did she know.

   The girls went upstairs, and the boys settled in on the couches.  James
whispered his plan to Robert, about Kat and his mom.  Robert went rigid
thinking of the possibilities.  Trusting that they would hear his mom's
door should it open, they pulled their dicks out.  James fetched the photo
album.  He had added some new pictures to it, fairly tame ones, of his mom
at the nudist camp.  But, they went back to the old pictures, to the pussy
picture.  Although they both tasted Jessica's sweetness on a regular basis,
very regular for James, the picture still turned them both on.

   Jessica and Kat brushed their teeth, and prepared for bed.

   "Aunt Jessica," said Kat, "I sleep naked at home, can I here?"

   "I don't care, darling." Said Jessica, once again absently.  "I sleep
that way, too."

   Tonight, however, she had on a pair of panties.  She pulled on a tank
top, and prepared to crawl into bed.

   "I thought you said you sleep naked." Said Kat, regarding her.

   "Well, I usually do, but..." Jessica almost seemed puzzled at herself.

   "Come on." Said Kat.  "It's just us girls!"

   Like that matters, thought Jessica, but she stripped off the shirt and
dropped the panties.  Kat watched her, knowing instinctively that Jessica
was a very beautiful woman.

   "You are smooth.  Like me!" Kat said, pushing her hips forward, showing
off her little mound.

   Jessica giggled.  "Yes, dear." She looked down at the girl, frankly
admiring her smooth young body.  Long, long legs.  Flat chest, but so what.
Kat's little nipples were growing, and pooched out slightly from her chest.
Her belly was flat and smooth, with muscles visible beneath it.  The girl
must be less than one percent body fat, Jessica thought enviously, although
she didn't have many worries herself in that department.  She crawled into
bed.

   Kat followed, snuggling around, nesting, Jessica thought with a twinge
of amusement.  Finally the girl crawled up right beneath Jessica's breasts,
her hot little body pressed against Jessica.  She felt good.  God, she put
off the heat.  Heat just radiated from her little body.  It wasn't cold in
the slightest, but it felt good.  But Jessica was glad that there was just
a sheet on the bed.

   The passed a few minutes in companionable silence, and then Kat shocked
Jessica to her core.

   "Aunt Jessica?  Can I suck on your boobies?  My mom always lets me suck
on hers before I go to sleep."

   Jessica was silent, mulling this one over.  How peculiar.  Alice,
straight-laced, uptight, stick-up-her-ass Alice let her nine year old
daughter suck on her tits every night?  How did that start?  She didn't
even remember Alice breast-feeding, she was always ready to plug a bottle
into Kat's mouth.  How weird.

   Kat waited patiently.  She had admired Jessica's big firm boobies, so
much more round and full than her mom's, and she wanted a taste of them. 
Plus, she had gotten used to doing it every night.  She'd gotten used to
doing other things every night, too.  Maybe that will come later, she
thought.

   Jessica wondered what the ramifications were, if she allowed this act.
If it ever came out, and Child Protective Services got involved, because of
what Alice and Kat obviously did, would her participation be remembered? 
Would it matter, if things between James and her ever came out in the open?
She wasn't sure she'd broken that many laws with her relationship with
James, he wasn't her natural son, and she hadn't even actually ever adopted
him.  She wasn't sure what his legal status was.  He was a minor, though,
for sure.  Getting him into school without her name on his birth
certificate had been a bitch.  She still had problems with it, and had
always planned on adopting him someday, if she could in his dad's
absence... now that seemed a little unnecessary, now that she was fucking
him and he was sleeping in her bed.  A little dangerous, even.  Well, what
she was doing was dangerous, he was under age, and in her care.  Back to
the problem at hand.

   Jessica sighed.  "Kat.  That's not really proper, but I guess.  If your
mom lets you."

   She rolled on her back, and Kat clambered on top of her, nestling her
waist down between Jessica's slightly spread legs.  The girl felt good on
top of her, warm and soft in all the right places.  Jessica almost jumped
as she felt Kat's wet lips wrap around her large nipple.  A girl is sucking
my tit, she thought, this is a first time experience.  A girl, a young
girl, is sucking on my titty.  It felt good, and she felt a twinge of
hornyness stab her cunt.  Oh my god, she thought, wherever is this leading
too.

   Kat changed nipples.  Jessica had nice nipples, fat and round, like a
thumb sticking out of her breast.  Her breast was round and firm.  Kat
placed a hand on either side, and squeezed.  It felt good.  It felt good to
Jessica, too.  Idly Jessica wondered if she could get her hand under Kat,
and reach her pussy.  Probably not a good idea, though, to finger herself
while an nine-year old sucked on her tits.  None of this was probably a
good idea.

   "Aunt Jessica..." said Kat.  "You have nice boobies."

   Jessica laughed.  She knew she did, but she'd never had a young girl
tell her that so earnestly.  Kat continued.

   "I hope I have nice boobies someday."

   "You will, dear, look at your mom.  Doesn't she?"

   "Yeah.  Hers are not as big as yours though."

   "Darling, size doesn't matter.  It's what you do with them that
matters."

   "That's what my mom said.  But I don't really understand that."

   "You will, someday.  Kat.  You are a very beautiful young lady, and
someday, soon, you will grow up and be a very beautiful woman.  Your whole
life is ahead of you.  Enjoy it.  And don't be in such a hurry to grow up."

   Jessica felt a wave of love for the young girl wash over her.  She felt
like she barely knew the girl, even though she'd spent half the summer at
her house.  She knew Alice and Kat struggled to just survive, and felt
sympathy for them.  Alice had made some dumb choices in her life, but Kat
shouldn't have to suffer for that.  Alice shouldn't even have to, not after
all this time.  Dumb choices are just part of life, Jessica thought, lord
knows I've made my share.

   As Kat sucked and nuzzled and rubbed her upper teeth on her nipples,
Jessica's mind went back to her days with Dean.  She knew Dean was a
womanizer, he didn't even try and hide it.  She remembered that time at the
lake with Alice and John, when Alice had jerked Dean off, if that was all
she did.  It probably was, it wasn't like Dean to lie about his conquests,
he was proud of them.  He had told Jessica immediately what Alice had done
for him, and seemed pissed that she wouldn't do more.  Jessica still didn't
know how she felt about it, even after all these years.  It wasn't like
they'd had sex.  But still.  Oh well, let the past lie, she thought.  Like
James says, move forward.

   Jessica realized Kat had stopped.  "Are you done, darling?" She said,
slightly amused at the whole thing, now that it was over.

   "Aunt Jes-sic-a..." Kat drew her name out.

   "Yes, dear?"

   "There's something else..."

   Lord.  What now.

   "Yes, dear?"

   "My mom...  my mom..."

   "Yes?"

   "My mom licks me...  down there...  could you?"

   Oh my goodness, Jessica thought.  Oh my fucking goodness.  Was this for
real?

   She almost seized Kat, grabbing her by the upper arms.  She pulled the
girl forward, feeling Kat's pelvis rub the length of her own now-damp
pussy. Jeezus.

   "Kat, darling...  are you telling the truth?  Does your mom really lick
your...  your pussy?"

   Kat seemed nervous, but defiant.

   "Yeah...  we both do...  I do it to her, too..."

   Oh my god.  What an unusual evening this was turning out to be, Jessica
thought.  How many more revelations will there be?  She didn't know if she
could stand much more.

   "Oh, darling..." She hugged Kat to her breast, feeling the girl's hot
flesh rub the nipples that she had just sucked.  Jessica forced herself to
confront the fact that Kat's latest revelation had turned her on a bit. 
She didn't need anything else tonight to make her horny.  It would probably
be sixteen or eighteen hours before James could fuck her again.  Jeezus.

   "It's okay, Aunt Jessica...  I like it...  she likes it...  we do it
because we love each other..."

   Jessica just hugged her, wondering if the girl needed comforting, or if
she was really that open-minded about it.  Of course a child would be, a
child doesn't know any better...  a child just knows what she likes. 
Jessica wondered about herself, if she was that open-minded.  An adult? 
Eating out a child's pussy?  Well, look at what she'd done to James.  With
James.  He was still, in the eyes of the law, a child.  She'd taken his...
innocence, if you could call it that.  She'd ended his childhood in a
hurry, in a big way.  Kat was, what, five years younger than James?  Six?
How had James been, at nine?  Jessica could barely remember.  It seemed
like to her, after the summer, that she'd just always been having sex with
James.  How quickly we get used to the unimaginable, she thought.

   "Kat, darling...  I want you to be happy...  but I just don't think I
can do that...  it's against the law, for one thing..."

   "Poop." Kat said.  That was her estimation of the law.  Jessica laughed.

   "Come on darling, just go to sleep."

   "Okay.  But I love you, Aunt Jessica.  I want to lick you too.  Please
think about it."

   Jessica sighed.  She did think about it.  She realized that the whole
conversation had really turned her on.  Just thinking about Alice and Kat,
their mouths buried in each others crotches, turned her on.  She was now
Officially Horny.  In Capitals.  Damn.

   What would be the worst that could happen, if I do this?  She thought.
So what if Alice finds out, if Alice is really doing it too.  And Kat had
proved that she wasn't real good at keeping secrets.  What will I tell the
judge?  Shit.

   Finally Jessica made up her mind.  Just a quick little lick, just to
taste it.  She was a modern, open-minded lady of the future.  And oddly,
she had never tasted a pussy before, except her own, on her finger and her
partner's dick.  This might be interesting.  Then she could just wait until
Kat went to sleep, and masturbate.  Maybe she could sneak downstairs and
wake James and Robert up.  Maybe, maybe, maybe.

   "Kat, my darling...  I'll do it, just for a minute, dear.  Let me have a
lick, then."

   Kat's face burst into a huge smile, visible in the dimness.  She pulled
herself up and off of Jessica, and lay beside her.  Jessica rolled over on
he girl.  God, she was hot.  Hot, and hot.  She pushed herself downwards,
towards Kat's crotch.  She felt a rising anticipation.  This was gonna be
interesting.

   Oh god, this little girl tastes good, Jessica thought, as she ran her
tongue down the little slit.  So clean, so goddam clean...  no dirty dicks
have soiled this young cunt, she thought.  What Jessica didn't know didn't
hurt her, at this point.  She loved the clean, fresh, slightly sweaty taste
of Kat's vagina.  She felt the little bud at the top of the girl's slit
with her tongue, and gave it a lick.  Kat shivered beneath her.  My god,
Jessica thought, I can make this girl come.  It is within my power to give
this young girl her first orgasm.  That made her feel good.  That will be
worth it, then, she thought, I will be giving her more than I'm taking.  I
will introduce her to some fairly benign sex.  I will give her something to
remember.  It didn't occur to her that Alice had already make Kat come
numerous times.  And of course she didn't know about the stuff with James
and Robert.

   Jessica began licking the tiny pussy in earnest, running her tongue the
length of it, pushing down as far as she could.  Kat helped by raising her
little ass off the bed, and spreading her legs even further.  Jessica
reached deep and felt the wrinkled skin of her little anus, and tasted the
bitter sexy taste of her asshole.  Oh god, Jessica thought, no wonder the
boys like this shit so much, it's fantastic.  It tastes so goddam... 
good...

   She concentrated on Kat's clit, eager to bring the girl to orgasm.  She
felt goose bumps on Kat's legs, on the sides of her own chin.  Kat jerked
and trembled under her tongue.  Is she coming?  Jessica wondered, wondering
if little sexually undeveloped girls could even have orgasms.  It seemed
like she was getting there, though.

   Finally Kat's whole body gave a jerk, and she drew a convulsive breath.
She moaned, and squeezed Jessica's head between her legs.  Jessica stabbed
her tongue deep into Kat's vagina, idly noting that the girl's maidenhead
already seemed to be broken.  She pumped her tongue in and out, wondering
if this was what a penis felt like, wishing her tongue were twelve inches
long.  Like James.  Though, Kat probably wasn't twelve inches deep.  She
probably wasn't even four inches deep.  Oh well.

   Kat settled back down, laying sleepily as Jessica continued to lick her.
Goddam, thought Jessica.  I don't want to stop.  I'm not ready to stop.

   "Aunt Jessica." Kat said, sleepily, still glowing.  "Thank you, that was
great.  I'll do you now."

   "Darling, that was an orgasm.  You had your first orgasm."

   "It was great." Said Kat, wanting Jessica to think it had really been
her first.  "Can we do this again sometimes?"

   "Uhm, probably." Jessica laughed.  Shit.  What had she created.  Well,
what had Alice created.

   Kat pulled herself up, and indicated that Jessica lay down where she had
been.  She's really gonna do it, Jessica thought, surprised that they were
going to go all the way through this.  She wondered if she had the nerve.
She lay back, almost nervous.  She wondered if she was fresh down there. 
She tried to stay fresh, but at times it was hard, especially when she was
full of James's spunk all the time.

   Jessica lay back, as nervous as she'd been on her first fuck.  She
thought, oh jeezus...  here we go...  a girl...  for the first time a girl
is going to eat my pussy...

   Her anticipation melted as Kat took her pussy lips into her mouth.  It
became quickly obvious to Jessica that hers was not the first pussy Kat had
sucked.  Damn.  She must have been telling the truth.  Why would a child
say such an outrageous thing anyway, unless it was the truth.  Jeezus. 
Damn.  The girl was good.

   Jessica lay back, and relaxed.  It seemed so natural.  Everybody should
do this, she thought.  Everybody should have a little love child at home.
Shee-it.

   Jessica's legs twitched as Kat rubbed her clit with her little tongue.
Goddam, thought Jessica, I am going to come.  I am going to come, as this
sweet little girl licks my pussy.  Sweet Jeezus.

   It was some minutes before she allowed herself that pleasure.  She was
surprised that Kat was willing to go on for so long, and she wondered just
how much pleasure the child got from the taste of her pussy.  Was eating
pussy instinctive?  Was it a pleasure the human race learned, or was it a
natural thing?

   "Baby..." She didn't want to interrupt, but she was curious.  "Baby, do
I taste good?  Do you like it?"

   "Mmmmph." Said Kat, her assent obvious.  Damn.  Good, at least.

   Jessica just let go after that.  She came, hard, sucking in her breath,
her legs locking, her body twitching.  Kat kept going, as Jessica lay
there, breathing deep, exhausted.  She felt so good.  She finally reached
down and pulled Kat up, hugging her, holding her.

   "You can stop now, darling..."

   "Did you like it, Aunt Jessica?" Kat asked.  Jessica nodded sleepily.

   "I loved it darling, you did very good.  Your mother is a very lucky
woman."

   Kat giggled, hugging Jessica close.  They lay together, communing
without words, loving each other, loving the raw feelings of their bodies
touching each other.

   The next morning James tried to gauge if anything had happened between
his mother and Kat, but he couldn't tell.  They didn't act any different.
It wasn't until later that day when Jessica left to go do some shopping did
Kat relate, almost explosively, the events of the night before.  James was
pleased.  He felt completely responsible, and he felt like he had given
them both something valuable.  He wondered if it was his mom's first time
with a girl.  Probably not, as hip and liberal as she was.  He was
gradually learning the scope of his mom's sex life, and everything he
learned turned him on even more.  She was one sexy lady, he thought.





   That night Kat followed Jessica straight to her bedroom like she
belonged there.  She does belong here, Jessica thought.  Jessica and James
had made some time for themselves that afternoon, retiring to her bedroom,
as Robert had walked Kat home to get some more clothes.  They fucked
peacefully, slowly, pacing themselves, and then had gotten up and pounded
each other, doggie style.  James came mightily, splashing what felt like a
gallon of semen into his mom, watching her sexy ass as she bucked beneath
him.  He pressed the end of his thumb into her asshole as she came, and
wiggled it around, feeling her sphincter pucker around his appendage. 
Goddam she was sexy.  They lay together on the bed, exhausted, sweat drying
on their naked bodies until they heard Robert and Kat return.

   That night, Jessica and Kat finally crawled into bed, deliciously nude,
and rubbed together under the sheet.  God, Jessica thought, this is one
sexy little girl.  Jessica had had a roommate in college who had offered a
discreet, no-strings attached lesbian relationship, and Jessica had always
regretting not at least trying the girl out.  She had just been to busy,
too uptight, and too hooked on all the hot college cock.  Now she felt like
she knew what she had missed, and she had missed out.  Now she felt pressed
to make up for lost time.  With a little girl, though?  She felt a stab of
guilt as she hugged the girl to her breast.  How was this going to affect
this girl?  Then again, how was what she was doing with James going to
affect him?  Was her old age going to be all regrets?  Regrets that she
hadn't done more, or less?  She lay for some time, hugging Kat, rocking
her, humming to her.

   "Kat."

   "Yes, Aunt Jessica?"

   "Please don't ever think unkindly of me, for the things I'm doing with
you...  I love you dearly, child, and I don't want to hurt you...  playing
with you is so much fun, you've given me something, something I never dared
hope for, something I didn't know to hope for.  I love you, darling."

   "I love you too, Aunt Jessica." Kat said obediently.  Jessica laughed.

   "Darling, darling..." They hugged some more.  Kat slowly dropped her
head, lower and lower.  Finally, she slowly sucked Jessica's nipple into
her mouth.  Jessica sighed and relaxed, loving the moment, loving Kat and
loving herself.  James, and then this.  It didn't get any better.  It
couldn't.  She giggled as her pussy seemed to say, hey, what about me? 
Your turn is coming up, she thought.  Your turn is coming up.





   Chapter 11 : James & Jessica





   School had started.  For the first week everything was a whirlwind. 
Finally a routine settled in.  James breathed a sigh of relief.  His
routine at home hadn't changed much, thank goodness.  Robert hadn't been
able to come over that much, and he hadn't seen Kat in a week.  His mom was
the same rock of solid routine that she'd always been, and he clung to her,
at times almost desperately, as the waves of life broke around him.  He
felt like his love for her was still growing, maturing or something, he
felt like he loved her a little more each day.  He could feel her love for
him.  They acted, when alone, like an old married couple.  He did
everything he could to please her, to make her life easier.  He had began
massaging her feet and legs when she arrived home from work, that did have
some other advantages, if often led to more interesting endeavors.  He just
loved her, and loved doing things for her.  He tried not to ignore Marissa,
whom he called her every day, but long distance relationships are hard to
keep up, he realized, and he hoped that she could be realistic about it,
also.

   Then there was...  that girl...  Missy...  she was in several of his
classes, and because her last name started with an "H", her locker was very
close to his.  He spoke to her now without fear or nervousness, the events
of the summer seeming to give him confidence.  He imagined Missy at the
nudist camp...  interesting...  suddenly an imaginary Marissa showed up. 
Oops.  He didn't figure he was in too tight of a spot, he had no fear at
all that Missy would want to be his girlfriend like Marissa had.  But, she
was nice to him.

   He had his friends during the day, and his mom at night.  All evening,
and at night.  He thought things just couldn't get any better, and he was
pretty much right.  He wondered what the other kids at school would think
if they knew he was fucking his mom.  They would freak out, probably, they
weren't as open-minded as the kids at the nudist camp.

   Gym class wasn't that bad, teeny-dick Tony was in another hour, and
Robert and James kept to themselves mostly out of habit.  There was no
towel-flipping, at least.  James and the coach had a congenial
relationship, the coach depended on James more than most of the other boys,
and James felt like he was kind of the coach's favorite.  He kind of
thought he knew why, and he wondered more than once if the coach would like
to jack off with him again.  Maybe him and Robert, maybe he could work
something out.  He was a little surprised when something of that nature
came up the first week.

   The coach had his study hour right after James and Robert's class.  One
day, the coach said "Gomez!  My office!".  James went in, and the coach
closed and noticeably locked the door.

   "Gomez.  Buddy." The coach said, and James thought, aha.  Here we go.

   "Gomez.  I got something I been thinking about.  I got you in mind."

   James thought he knew the reason.  He said "Yes, sir?"

   The coach looked thoughtful.

   "Gomez.  Can you keep your mouth shut?  Do you realize I might lose my
job if anything about this gets out?  Lose my job, or worse?"

   "Okay.  My lips are sealed."

   "Gomez.  You ever wonder what goes on in the girl's locker room?"

   Oh, hell.  "Yes, sir.  Every day, sir."

   "I can show you, if you're willing.  And if you can keep your mouth
shut."

   Oh jeezus.  Sweet jeezus.  This might be good.  Poor Robert.

   "Sir."

   "What."

   "I would appreciate that greatly, sir.  May I ask one thing?"

   "That being?"

   "Can my friend Robert come along, also?  I trust him completely."

   "Gomez, this is not a picnic outing."

   "I know that coach, but I think that Robert will fit right in.  Coach,
Robert is way past my best friend.  We jack off every day together.  We
have both fucked the same girl.  Together, even.  He is good at keeping
secrets." He felt like the admission about jacking off would carry some
weight with the coach, since he had jacked off with the coach last year.

   The coach looked thoughtful.  Finally he said, "Go get him."

   James charged out of the coaches office.  Robert was waiting for him
outside.

   "Get your ass in here, now!" James said.  Robert looked puzzled.

   The filed back into the coach's office, James carefully locking the
door. The coach was standing behind his desk.  He nodded.

   "Graff.  Gomez vouches for you.  Don't let him down.  We are going on a
magical journey, gentlemen.  Be as quiet as a mouse.  Your life as you know
it depends on it."

   The coach led them to the door on the other wall of his office.  The
other door.  The special door that no one knew where it led.  He opened the
special door.  It was dark in there.

   "Follow me, boys.  Carefully."

   The dim light of the closet made it difficult to move silently, but
James and Robert did their best.  They passed through another door, and
down a long, narrow corridor.  Pipes went in and out of the wall at crazy
angles.  The silence was deafening, except for the distant noise of water
flowing.

   The coach turned a corner, and disappeared.  When James and Robert
turned the corner, they could see him, leaning over, looking through a tiny
crack where a pipe went through the wall.  A sliver of light beamed into
his eye.  He looked up at them, and whispered, "Gentlemen.  Pick a pipe."

   James craned his neck down over a pipe, seeing light around the fitting.
The closer he got the larger the image on the other side appeared.  It took
him a moment to figure out what it was.  It was the middle of a girl's
body. Water splashed and sluiced down her soapy body.  My god, it was the
girl's shower room.  He squeezed his head in further.  He could see all of
her now.  He could see the girl on either side of her.  He could see...  my
god, it was Missy!  Jeezus, what were the chances of that, he thought. 
James moved over one pipe, so that he was right in front of her.  He heard
a whisper beside him.  A zipping noise.  The coach had unzipped his pants.
James scrambled for his zipper too, and felt Robert beside him doing the
same.  They all three drew their dicks out.  James stroked softly, gently,
watching Missy through the crack.  The girl was as beautiful naked as she
was clothed.  More so.  High, firm, round totally natural breasts.  Huge,
puffy nipples, Half her breast was nipple, he thought.  Jeezus.  Her
stomach was flat and he could see plates of muscle move and shift and she
washed herself.  She was shampooing her long dirty-blonde hair.  He was in
love.  Poor Marissa.  He moved his view down, wishing the water flow wasn't
so heavy.  Her pussy had a little blonde fuzz on it.  He'd always thought
smooth was sexy, but this looked sexier to him.  Sweet jeezus.  She turned.
Oh god her butt.  Her beautiful, wonderful butt.  He wanted to slam his
face into it so bad it hurt.  He wanted to lick her fantastic asshole.  He
hadn't seen her asshole, but he knew it would be fantastic.

   He felt the coach touch him on the arm.  "Don't come." The coach
whispered, and he nodded.  He passed it down to Robert.  In total silence,
except for faint splashing noises from the other side of the wall, they
watched the girls finish up.  When the girls left the showers, they made
their way back down the corridor.  James could see the coach still had his
hard dick out in front of him, so he left his out, too.  They filed back
through the closet, and into the coach's office.

   "Jeezus!" Robert let his breath out.  The coach laughed.

   "Graff." The coach said.  "You got a hunk of man-meat, too.  You boys
wanna finish it?  I'll give you excuse slips."

   Robert laughed.  James had told him long ago about his other jerk-off
session with the coach.  James nodded.  The coach fetched the trash can.

   "Coach.  When did you discover that." James asked, as they stroked
together.

   "Years ago.  When I first came here." The coach said.

   "Jeezus, you're lucky."

   "I know that, Gomez.  I remind myself of that every day."

   They jerked a while longer, and this time the coach was the first to
come.  He sprayed a healthy load of semen all over the papers in the trash
can.  James and Robert laughed to each other, and then began jerking hard,
finishing up.  The room filled with the odor of fresh sperm.  Fun was had
by all.





   James and his mom sat in the swing in the back yard that night, talking
until dusk settled over the world.  She wanted to hear about school, and
she asked him about Marissa.

   "I don't know..." He said.  "Marissa seems very...  distant...  now when
we talk."

   "James.  Long distance relationships are very difficult to keep going."

   "I know.  I dunno, I just thought...  I mean, she seemed so crazy about
me at the camp..."

   "Well, she's got school now to deal with, and a million other things,
I'm sure.  Give her some time.  Maybe she'll come back."

   "Yah.  I know.  I will.  It will just be interesting, next year...  if
we go...  to see her, I mean.  After a year."

   "Yes.  James, things change very quickly, at your age.  Marissa might be
your first, but she won't be your only."

   "Mom." James felt tears well up in his eyes, and his voice shook.  "You
are my first.  You are my only."

   His mother almost grabbed him, hugging him tight, squeezing him against
her body.  Her voice was also choked with emotion when she spoke.

   "James...  darling...  just don't worry, everything will turn out.  We
will always have each other, but we need to make space in our lives for
others, too."

   "I know, I know." James hiccuped.  "I care about Marissa, but not like I
do you.  You are my life, mom.  I love you."

   "I know, darling, I know.  I love you, too.  You know I do."

   The darkness settled in.  Crickets chirped.  Birds nested.  A cat jumped
the fence and scampered through the yard.  James could see people down the
row of fences, doing stuff in their back yard.

   "Mom."

   "What."

   "Don't you wish we had those big wooden fences, instead of this wire
crap?  Where our back yard was private."

   "Stockade fencing?  Yes, I wish.  It's against the neighborhood rules,
though, I think."

   "Against the rules?  That's ridiculous.  Who can tell you what to do
with your fence?"

   "The neighborhood association can."

   "Stupid."

   "Yep."

   It got darker and darker.  Finally his mom spoke.

   "James.  We don't need a fence.  Darkness is our privacy."

   James laughed.  His mom stood, and turned to face him.  With a smooth
motion, her body visible to him in the dim light, she stripped her shirt
off over her head.  Her bra followed.  She dropped her pants, and then her
panties.  She stood before him, naked.

   "James.  Get your pants off.  You have work to do."

   They fucked slowly, languidly, James sitting in the swing, and his
mother facing him.  He was once again fervently glad he had a long dick. 
He plunged her depths, wondering if anybody was in the yard behind them,
wondering how visible they were.  Hopefully not very.  The cool air felt
good on his naked skin.  Her cool naked skin felt good on his naked skin.
He was glad, and he promised himself he'd fuck her again, when they went to
bed.  He was happy.

   When Jessica finally came, she tried to be silent, but she still made
quite a bit of noise, James thought, secretly amused.  She snuffled and
groaned and moaned, and did that little yip thing that he found so
endearing.  He kept silent when he came, except for a muffled groan.  They
slowed, and stopped, and she sat on his lap, and rested her head on his
shoulder.

   "Thank you, James." She said.  "Thank you.  You are my life, darling. 
You are so good to me."

   James was strangely embarrassed.  He hugged her and rocked her, feeling
his dick getting soft, slipping out of her a little.  God, she was full of
his sperm.  And he'd come earlier in the day, with the coach and Robert. 
She finally pulled away from him and got up, and he followed her into the
house.  She went into her room for a shower while he checked his e-mail. 
Nothing from Marissa.  Damn.





   That weekend, Robert managed to come over and stay the night.  Of
course, it was Friday night, and Friday night was still his night, he'd
only ever missed once, when his father took him out of town.  His devotion
to Jessica was extreme, sometimes, James felt, equal to his own.

   That night the three of them went uptown, to a street party, and James
and Robert had their usual fun watching other men getting hot and bothered
while watching Jessica.  Jessica drank three glasses of wine, and was
positively tipsy, to the amusement of the boys.  Jessica was the most
uninhibited woman in the world, James thought, and it was amazing to watch
her become even more uninhibited.  It's not like she became slutty or
anything, she just became...  more sexy, somehow.  Sexiness radiated from
her like heat from a furnace.  It was fun to watch her heat up the place.
She was wearing a sexy little skirt, plenty short, with a fair amount of
cleavage, showing off her long, muscular legs and her high breasts.  She
danced in the street with Robert, who was a better dancer than James. 
James had his good camera with him, and snapped picture after picture of
her, as she gyrated and swayed.  She had to grab Robert a few times to keep
from falling, after the wine.  They finally walked away from the party,
laughing, and set out into the night.  They were downtown, and the tall
buildings rose all around them.  They found themselves at the foot of the
tallest, the Spire, as Jessica called it.  She suddenly because eager,
animated, and pointed to the building.

   "Come on, you guys, want see something cool?"

   The went in the lobby.  No one was in sight but a bored security guy. 
They piled in the elevator, giggling.  Jessica showed them how to hold the
buttons down to go right to their floor, and up they went.  They exited the
elevator.  They were on top of the building, high above the city.  A
million lights spread out beneath them.  Cars drove far below, and planes
flew in the dark sky.  They could lean over the side, and see the street
party, and James imagined he could hear music from it.  They went around to
the other side and looked out over the shining city.  James took picture
after picture of the city, putting his camera up on the railing.

   "James, dear." His mother said.  He knew her well enough by now to know
her tones of voice.  He knew what was going to come next.  Robert,
probably.

   "James.  Please go to the other side of the elevator shaft, and whistle
if anyone come out.  Robert is going to fuck me."

   James and Robert exchanged glances.  They laughed.

   "Robert?" His mom asked.  Robert unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick
and balls out.  Jessica held onto his arm while she pulled her panties off,
and handed them to James.  He put them in his pocket.  Robert had been half
hard too start with, and now he was ready.  Jessica put her arms up on the
high railing, and Robert pulled her skirt up and exposed her beautiful ass.
She bent over a little, sticking her ass out, and he probed around with his
penis for her cunt, finally sliding into her.  They began pumping, her
forward and him backward.  James walked around the central elevator shaft
to where he could see the door.  The light would tell him before anyone
arrived, anyway.  He knew they were pretty safe.  What felt like an hour
later, he heard the elevator ding.  They were taking their time.  He walked
over to tell them too bad, no big finish, to find them standing, Robert
zipped up, Jessica's skirt down, just looking out over the city.

   "Jeezus, when did you guys finish up?" He asked.

   "Oh, a few minutes ago." Jessica said.  "We were just looking out over
the city.  Are you ready?"

   "Mom, I can't do you." He said.  "We got company."

   Ten or fifteen people piled out of the elevator, obviously party goers
like themselves, hooting and hollering, feeling good.  James, Jessica and
Robert entered the elevator.  Four or five of the men turned, their eyes
glued to Jessica as the elevator door shut.  When the door was just a few
feet from being shut, she suddenly whipped her skirt up in a smooth motion,
exposing her naked, wet cunt to their view.  The door shut and the three of
them collapsed into hysterics.

   "Did you see those guy's eyes bug out?" James laughed.

   "That one guy dropped his booze!" Robert said.  Jessica smiled and
looked at the floor demurely.  James felt a wave of love for her break over
him, and he let himself be swept away by it.  He pulled her panties out of
his pocket, and sniffed them, getting a scandalized look from his mother.
He handed the panties to Robert, and Robert plastered them to his face and
breathed them in deeply also.  His mom shook her head.  "You guys are such
perverts.  I can't believe I'm running around with a couple of perverts."

   The boys laughed, and Robert put the panties on his head, like a hat. 
Jessica and James regarded him with amused looks, and Jessica said,
"Robert. I will give you something rare and valuable, something that is
almost never found in this world anymore, if you go back to the party and
keep those on your head all night."

   "Done." Said Robert, wondering what on earth she was talking about.  He
thought he'd pretty much already had everything she could offer.  There was
nothing left, except maybe nostril or ear sex, and his dick was too big for
that.  Seriously, what could she mean?  He would wait and find out.  That
this beautiful woman could still surprise him made him love her all the
more.

   They went back to the street party.  Robert and James realized that two
young men, with an attractive woman in tow, and panties on one boy's
head... they realized that almost everyone would know that they were her
panties.  That really turned them both on.  They danced, and James kept to
the sidelines again, his camera at the ready.  Robert looked silly, with
panties on his head, and James noticed more than one man eyeing them
speculatively.  He watched several men dance up to Robert and his mom, and
then dance away.  He saw a phone carried low in one man's hand, and
realized that the men were taking phone pictures of his mom's pussy, up her
short skirt.  He took pics of them doing it to show her and Robert later.
It turned him on, and he wished he hadn't had to miss his turn fucking her.
Maybe later, he thought.  Of course he'd get to fuck her later.

   They left the party in the early hours of the morning, his mom exhausted
and weaving, holding onto both of them for support.  She let James drive
home, even though he didn't have his license yet.  She was just too tired.
She went to sleep on the way.  They dragged her into the house, and James
gently undressed her and put her to bed.  He tucked her in, and motioned
Robert to his room.  He shut the door.  He showed Robert the pictures of
the men photographing her secretly, and Robert was outraged.  James just
laughed.

   "Robert, she was enjoying showing off.  You know she'll love it when I
show her these pictures.  She's a tease."

   "I know, but..." Robert spluttered.

   "Go crawl in with her." James said, smiling.  "You can get one more
round with her, in the morning, maybe."

   He went to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face.





   Chapter 12 : Robert & Anthelea





   Next Friday night, he knew something was up.  He helped his mom clean
house, and then she prepared dinner, and set the table for four.  Robert
arrived, and they sat in the living room, talking, waiting for something,
it seemed, and suddenly the doorbell rang.  Jessica went to the door.

   The woman that entered was beautiful.  James could tell instantly that
she just didn't know it.  She was young, probably in her late twenties. 
Her hair was pulled into a tight, painful looking bun thing.  She had on a
huge pair of black plastic glasses.  She was wearing what looked like a
business suit, kind of formal, almost stiff looking.  She seemed nervous,
and looked around with almost frightened eyes.  Beautiful eyes.  Beautiful
green eyes, he noticed.

   "Ann, this is my son, James.  James, this is Anthelea.  We call her Ann,
at the office.  And this is Robert, Ann.  Ann, Robert.  Robert, Ann." Hands
were shaken, all around.  A dim light bulb was lighting up in James's head.
This was his mom's friend from work.  Hadn't his mom once said she told
her...  everything?

   They settled down at the table, and had roast beef and gravy.  His mom
was a good cook.  After dinner she opened a bottle of wine, and the boys
tried to look sophisticated and sip theirs without making horrible faces.
Anthelea was delightful, funny, but shy.  James could tell she was
painfully shy, but trying very hard.  He instinctively loved her, as he did
every beautiful woman.  He looked at Robert.  Robert sat, staring lovingly
at the woman, a beautific smile on his face, as if he'd just seen an angel
or something.  He was hanging onto her every word.  James halfway expected
to see drool hanging from his mouth.  He sighed, and shook his head.

   This is it?  He thought.  This is what my mom is going to give to
Robert? He had to admit, this girl was special, but was she really
something rare, something hardly every found in this world?  He wondered if
his mom intended for Robert to have sex with Ann.  What did she mean,
"give"?, then, if not that?

   They retired to the living room.  His mom didn't turn on the TV.  They
talked for a while, Ann and Jessica sharing office anecdotes, and just
making small talk in general.

   Finally his mother was silent.  Ann lapsed into nervous silence.  His
mom regarded the boys.  She spoke.

   "James, Robert...  we have a favor to ask of you.  Well, of Robert, I
immediately thought of Robert when Ann came to me with her...  problem..."

   James glanced at Ann, and was shocked to see that she was a deep shade
of red.  She was extremely embarrassed!  She stood, suddenly, not meeting
anyone's gaze.

   "Jessica..." she mumbled.  "I don't think this was a good idea.  I think
I need to go, before...  before..."

   "Ann, Ann." Jessica stood and hugged the other woman.  They stood like
that for a long time, hugging and rocking back and forth a bit.  Jessica
finally pulled away and looked Ann in the eyes.

   "Darling, I will respect your wishes.  I understand.  We understand. 
Please stay, though, if nothing else.  We'll play some games, and make
cookies later.  Please?"

   Anthelea still seemed very embarrassed.  She mumbled, "I don't know..."
but at least she sat back down.  James and Robert were puzzled by the whole
thing, but patient.

   Finally Ann cleared her throat, and said, "Go head.  Ask him." She hung
her head.  James felt sorry for her, clearly she was very embarrassed about
something.

   Jessica took a breath, regarding her, then continued.

   "Ann is still...  a virgin...  a valuable commodity is some cultures, as
I have tried to tell her..." Anthelea snorted, a funny sound coming from
such a sophisticated looking girl.  Jessica smiled and continued.

   "Anyway, she wishes to be rid of...  her condition.  Robert?" She didn't
say what she intended Robert to do, but it was pretty obvious.

   Robert sat, his mouth open.  Close your mouth, doofus!  James sent a
mental blast to him, and Robert finally did.

   "Uh...  uh..." Robert said weakly.  "Uh, yes, please, I mean, yes, I
would be glad to help."

   "Ann, run upstairs and get ready.  My room, straight up the staircase.
Robert will be up in a few minutes."





   Jessica had a hurried, whispered conference with Robert after Anthelea
disappeared upstairs.

   "Robert, I'm trusting you with this.  Go slow, be gentle.  Respect her
wishes in every facet of this, even if she backs out.  If she backs out,
we'll just let her leave, or whatever she wants.  This is a very big thing
to her.  You can understand her embarrassment?"

   Robert nodded.

   "Good.  Just be sympathetic, and kind.  I know you will.  If she does
decide to go ahead with it, be gentle, god, be gentle with her.  Go into
her slowly, and give her plenty of time to get used to you.  If worse comes
to worse and either of you need me, I'll be down here or in James's room.
Don't be surprised if there's blood, she's as virgin as they get.  Please,
please please be kind with her, I know I don't need to say that.  She's so
terribly shy...  "

   Robert nodded again.

   "You two are perfect for each other.  It may be just this once, if it
happens at all, or it may be a million times.  But I think you'll
eventually end up with a true friend, if nothing else.  She has liked
everything I've told her about you so far."

   Robert squeaked, "How much does she know?"

   Jessica laughed.  "Everything.  I tell her everything.  She knows you
and I fuck, she knows James and I fuck, I even told her about letting Kat
suck on my titties the other night...  by the way, you guys...  I let Kat
suck on my titties the other night..."

   James laughed, pretending like he didn't know she'd done that, and more.
Kat had, of course, told them everything.

   Robert gulped and nodded a last time.  "When do you think I should... 
go up?"

   "Hell.  Now.  Go.  Make me proud." Jessica seized Robert, and gave him a
long kiss.  "Be gentle.  Above all, be gentle."

   Robert slowly dragged himself up the stairs.  James thought, what, he
should be on cloud nine!  He should be running!  But he understood.  Robert
was probably a bit nervous.  Robert suffered from performance anxiety.  In
a way, James thought that he should probably have been the one to pop Ann's
cherry, but he understood the choice of Robert from his mom's point of
view. And who knows what might work out between the two of them.

   He stood at the foot of the stairs for a while with his mom.  He figured
she was waiting to see if Anthelea might come bursting out the door and run
screaming down the stairs.  All was quiet from upstairs.  The minutes
dragged.  Finally Jessica took his hand.  She looked at her watch.

   "Shit.  It's only eight o'clock.  Want to play Monopoly?"





   Robert slowly entered Jessica's bedroom.  He shut the door, and looked
around for Anthelea.  He finally realized she was in the bathroom.  He sat
on the edge of the bed to wait on her.  After what seemed like an hour he
heard the door crack open.  Anthelea slowly came out, looking very nervous
and positively scared.  He gulped, and faced her.

   "Ann." He said.  "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you.
I won't even touch you if that's what you want.  Can we just sit and talk a
while, at least?"

   She nodded, shyly, and sat beside him stiffly on the bed, a good three
feet away.  The silence stretched.

   "I noticed..." he started, as she said "You must..." at the same time.
They both laughed.

   "Sorry." He said.  "Go ahead."

   "No, you go."

   "I noticed you have green eyes.  Are you Irish?" What a stupid thing to
say, he thought as he said it.

   She actually laughed.  "You know, actually, I am!  I'm half Irish on my
mother's side!  I've been there, even!"

   They talked for a while about Ireland.  Roberts mind raced for ways to
keep her talking.  He feared the silence more than anything.  Finally,
though, silence happened again.

   "I know..." she said, and at the same time he said, "What do..." They
both stopped, and regarded each other with amusement.

   "Robert, thank you for being so patient.  This is very hard for me, as
you can imagine."

   "I know, I know..."

   "Jessica is a very special friend.  This was really her idea.  I would
trust her with my life, and I trust her judgment.  She has told me so much
about you I feel like I already know you."

   Robert wondered if that was good or bad.  He didn't know what to say.

   "I bet you think I'm crazy, making such a big deal out of this."

   "No, no, really, I don't.  I understand.  Look, Ann...  Jessica has done
a lot for me, too...  I was very shy, in fact I still am.  At school, I'm a
nobody.  My dad thinks I'm a nobody.  Here, here with James and Jessica is
the only place I can truly be myself."

   "Jessica says that you..." Ann colored again.  "That you have... 
relations with her.  She says she loves you very much because of that and
she speaks very highly of you."

   Robert colored slightly himself.  "Uhm, yes...  Jessica is very good to
me.  Like I said, she allows me to...  be myself, in ways that I can't...
out there in the real world..."

   "It must be nice to have somewhere to go, and feel that safe..." Ann
said, almost wistfully.

   "Ann...  You are a very wonderful lady, and I will treasure your
friendship, always, no matter what.  Thanks for understanding me, at least.
Thank you."

   To his surprise and horror, she burst into tears.  He sat, helplessly,
for a while, and finally slid over to her and carefully took her in his
arms.  She leaned her head down on his chest and bawled, wetting his shirt
with tears.

   "There, there..." He felt stupid saying something so simple, but he
didn't know what else to say.  She finally stopped and sniffled for a
while, hiccuping.  She cleared her throat, and sat up.

   "I'm sorry.  Thank you."

   He hugged her, and cupped her cheek in his had.  It just seemed so
natural.  She closed her eyes and seemed to melt into him a little bit. 
They sat in silence for a while.





   Downstairs, the monopoly game had degenerated into making paper
airplanes out of the money and building houses out of the property cards.
Suddenly Jessica seized a handful of money.

   "James, get some money.  I will give you a lap dance for a hundred
dollars.  I am expensive, but I'm worth it."

   James grabbed handfuls of cash from the bank.  Jessica scooted her chair
out of the way, and James scooted his chair back to give her room.  She ran
over to the stereo and flipped it on to some goofy oldies station.  She
came back, and began to rub and slide her legs on James's, almost sitting
in his lap.  She leaned her head back and nuzzled his face.

   "I've always wanted to do this." She mused.  "I bet I could make a lot
of money doing this for a living.  If I could stand the clientele."

   "Mom, you could make a million dollars.  The first day."

   She gyrated and danced, rubbing against his hard crotch, turning and
rubbing her boobs in his face.  She pulled them out of her bra and dress,
and he nuzzled her bare nipples, licking and sucking on them.  The song
ended and he gave her five hundred dollars of monopoly money.  Her eyes lit
up.

   "Jeezus, thank you.  Don't I get a tip?" He gave her another hundred. 
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, a long wet kiss that
went on for a minute, until the next song started.  She pulled away.

   "Well, back to work.  Thanks, and see you around."

   "Wait!" He said.  "I want another dance!  I'll pay!"

   "Of course you will, darlin'.  Of course you will." She reached beneath
her dress and stripped off her panties, careful not to give him any peeks.
Everything had a price, tonight.  She reached down and unzipped his pants,
and he helped her pull his hard dick and balls out.  She turned and sat in
his lap, rubbing against his dick, wiggling her hips in time time to the
music.  God, James thought, will this go on the rest of my life?  Can she
turn me on this much a year from now, five, ten?  Where is this going? 
Where will it end?  Will it end?  He didn't know.  He didn't care.  All he
really cared about was the moment, and the feeling of his mother's hot
flesh on his.  She turned again, and rubbed her head on his dick, his
pre-cum slobbering in her hair.  She went up one side of it, over the top,
and down the other side.  She stopped, and took the cap in her mouth,
sucking for a few seconds.

   "That is gonna cost you, you little weasel." She said.  "You are in the
big money now."

   James laughed.  "How much is it to just fuck?"

   "Five thousand dollars."

   "Let me go to the bank." He began counting out money.





   Upstairs, Robert and Athelea were kissing.  It had just happened, very
naturally.  As they talked, her face seemed to get closer and closer to
his. A pause in the conversation, and they just kind of came together.  She
was fun to kiss, but he could tell she was inexperienced, but he enjoyed it
greatly.  He rubbed her back and stroked her arms, finally cupping his
hands around her neck, and exploring the inside of her mouth with his
tongue.  He felt her little tongue creep into his mouth.  He thought, Damn,
I'm in.  He expected it to happen, now.  He could feel it.  He could feel
her mentally preparing for it.

   He slowly leaned her back on the bed, and she fell willingly.  He put
his arms around her waist, and pulled her to him.  She almost resisted, and
then pulled away from his face.

   "Robert..." She said, not meeting his eyes.  "Please be gentle.  Please
be easy.  This is a night of many firsts for me."

   "I understand darling." He said.  "I intend to.  I love you.  I just met
you, but I love you.  I won't hurt you."

   She was quiet, and then she leaned forward and kissed him softly. 
"Thank you.  You are ever bit as sweet as Jessica said you were."

   A few minutes later he was stroking her soft breasts beneath her shirt.
She mmmm'phed and hmmmm'd around, wiggling on the bed, and finally she just
started laughing.  He was puzzled.

   "Robert." She sat up on one arm.  "Robert, you are how old?  Fifteen?"

   "Yes..." he nodded.

   "Goodness.  I'm twenty eight.  I'm thirteen years older than you,
Robert. I'm almost twice your age.  And I'm the inexperienced one, and
you're the...  stud..."

   He laughed.  She laughed.

   "Ann."

   "what."

   "Is everything alright with you, so far?  Are you okay?"

   "Yes...  I'm...  better than okay..."

   "Do you still think this is a mistake?"

   "Well, it's probably not what most people...  would do.  But, no.  I
don't think it's a mistake."

   He leaned up to her, and they kissed again.  She absently reached up as
they did, and pulled a little stick out of the bun on her head.  Long brown
hair cascaded down around her head.  He laughed to himself, thinking, at
last this girl lets her hair down.  This is gonna be good.



   Jessica was naked, sitting in James's lap.  His dick was smashed up
again his stomach, almost painfully, but it felt so good to feel her
sitting on him.  She was facing away from him, but she turned her head and
they kissed, his hands full of her breasts.  Let the fucking begin, James
thought.  Let the fucking fucking begin.  He had enough money for two
fucks. He was more than happy.





   Robert undressed Anthelea slowly, savoring the moment.  Her shirt came
off, showing a sexy black lacy bra beneath.  He unsnapped her pants and
slid them down.  Sexy pink panties.  She had already taken her glasses off,
thank goodness.  The girl was a natural.  She was so sexy and she didn't
know it, she had no idea.  She dressed like this every day, he figured. 
Every day she dressed like this, and then hid from the world behind big
plastic glasses and a hair bun.  He felt sorry for her, that she'd gone
this long, that she'd spent her life waiting.  He wanted desperately to
draw her out of her shell.  He wanted to scream, "You're sexy!" and get her
to know it, to feel it deep inside.  He wanted to make something out of
her.

   She was really shy, now, that she stood before him in her bra and
panties.

   "Darling...  god..." His voice caught.  He didn't do it on purpose, but
he thought it was a nice touch.  "God you are beautiful..."

   She smiled shyly.  "You're just saying that!"

   "I am a good judge.  Anthelea, you are major beautiful.  You are the
most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He breathed, wanting her to believe
it, wanting her to really listen to him.

   "More beautiful than Jessica?" She teased, smiling.

   "Every bit as beautiful as Jessica.  Maybe a wee tiny bit more."

   "I'll settle for that." She said, and surprised him by sitting in his
lap.  He almost grabbed her boob, but then he remembered slowly, gently. 
He stroked her softly.

   "No one has ever...  touched my breasts before..." She said softly.  He
smiled at her.

   "You have very fine breasts.  I'm a lucky guy."

   She moved in, and they kissed again.  And again.  She finally said,
"Robert.  Unsnap my bra."





   Jessica was bent over, her arms on the fireplace hearth, supporting
herself.  James was behind her, standing up, his dick deep in her cunt. 
Monopoly money was scattered all over the floor and table.  He fucked her
hard, trying to relax, trying to keep from coming.  He didn't want to blow
it, early.  Her ass slapped against his groin.  He could feel her firm ass
right below his stomach, and it felt sexy, just the momentary slap, slap
slap of it as he pumped her.  Oh shit, he was gonna come...  he wished
she'd hurry a little bit.  Oh shit, oh shit.





   Robert saw the stab of pain on Anthelea's face as he pushed deeper into
her body.  He wondered if her hymen had torn.  He couldn't get the look of
stark fear on her face out of his mind, at the moment she had first seen
his long dick.  Maybe he hadn't been the best choice for her first fuck. 
He thought she was going to break and run, but she didn't.  He was proud to
think that for the rest of her life, she was going to measure every dick
she saw against his.

   He stopped pressing into her, and stared into her wide, hypnotic green
eyes.  "Darling, are you okay...  do you want me to stop, to pull out?"

   "No..." She was gasping for breath.  "No, keep going...  it feels
good... I feel...  full of you..."

   He waited another minute, and pressed deeper.  She sighed, deeply. 
Finally, he felt her hips nestling against his groin, and he knew he was
all the way in.  He stopped for a long time, to give her time to get used
to it, and then pulled out a few inches, and pushed back in.  Her eyes flew
open.

   "Goodness." She said.  "Goodness."

   He laughed softly.  She might actually enjoy this, the first time.  He
hoped so.  He hoped he could make her come, he hoped she could forget
herself enough to have a good come.  He wanted her to remember this
forever, and he kind of figured she would anyway, for good or bad, but he
wanted to make it something special.  He pumped again, slowly.  She said,
"Goodness."





   James was on his second fuck.  He was broke after this, and he was sad.
He'd told her he was coming back next weekend, though.  They were on the
couch.  She was sitting on his lap, facing him, his dick deep in her body,
his nice hard dick.  She rose and fell, sliding him in and out of her body.
It had been less than an hour since he'd come, but he knew he could do it
again.  She turned him on that much.

   "I wonder how Robert and Ann are doing." She said, absently, as he
fucked her, as she fucked herself with him.

   "I'm sure they're...  doing fine, mom.  I mean, she hasn't...  come
running down the stairs screaming...  or anything."

   "Hee hee.  Yes.  I just hope it goes good for her."

   "I hope so too.  I think Robert realized...  what was at stake."

   "I hope he did.  He'll have a hell of a girlfriend for a while, if so."

   "Yes."

   "Kind of a May-December girlfriend, but what the hell."

   "Yes.  Like us..."

   "Yes.  Like us."





   Jeezus, thought Robert, I have created a monster.  Anthelea was
growling, literally growling like a wild animal, as he fucked her.  He was
laying on top of her, his cock deep inside, pumping away for all he was
worth.  She had actually asked him, at one point, to go faster.  Her body
jerked forwards and backwards on the bed as he pumped her.  And she
growled, her eyes closed, squeezed closed.  Her mouth opened and closed
convulsively, and she growled.  Jeezus.  She seems to be enjoying herself,
he thought.  Good.  He had felt a lot of pressure on this deal, and
although he appreciated Jessica's trust in him, he had felt like the stakes
were high.  He didn't want to leave Anthelea scarred for life because of
something stupid he said or did.  Jeezus, he thought, adults, expecting us
kids to do adult work, and do it right the first time.  It's almost not
fair.  He appreciated the chance, though, and was proud of his abilities so
far.  He hoped, oh god he hoped, that she would come.  An earth-shaking,
wall-breaking come.  A good one.





   James came, hard for a second time, so soon.  Jessica yipped and
hiccuped, and came down from her high.  James was a good fuck.  He had
been, every time.  She had never had a bad fuck from him.  She had had
plenty from Dean.  Sometimes Dean had just walked away, in the middle of a
fuck, when he had finished first.  What a dipshit.  There was still silence
from upstairs.  She listened carefully, now that James and she were silent.
There was some noise...  what the hell was that noise...

   Jessica slid James out of her body as she crawled off.  She motioned him
to silence, and crept up the stairs.  He followed.  On the landing she
paused, and then went slowly, carefully to her door.  It was loud up here,
jeezus, it was loud.  In spite of the heavy, thick door of her bedroom, it
was loud.  Some kind of wailing, and occasional growls, like a dog or
something was in there.  What the hell.

   "Is she crying?" James whispered in her ear.

   "I think she's cumming." Jessica finally whispered, and they crept back
downstairs.  Jessica hadn't realized that they were naked until she saw
James's cock hanging down.  "Shit." She said, and they hurriedly dressed.
They gathered up the pieces of the Monopoly set, and set back down at the
table trying to look innocent.  Thirty minutes later they heard the door to
Jessica's room open, and Anthelea casually wandered down the stairs. 
James's heart caught in his throat for a second when he saw her.  She was
even even more beautiful than normal.  Her long hair hung down, and her
face was warm and pink.  She glowed.

   Jessica stretched languidly, like a cat.  "You okay, darling?"

   "I'm...  fine..." Anthelea said, sitting at the table.  "I'm really...
fine..."

   "Good." Said Jessica.  A few minutes later Robert equally casually
strolled down.  He grinned hesitantly.  "Hey.  You guys played Monopoly? 
There's some money on the floor."





   After the cookies and a few card games, Anthelea finally departed. 
Robert related the events of upstairs to an eager Jessica and an amused
James.  Later, Jessica talked at length with Anthelea on the phone.  All
had gone well.  She had enjoyed the experience, and Robert had truly been
gentle and thoughtful with her.  Anthelea asked Jessica if she thought they
could do it again.

   "Darling." Said Jessica, laughing.  "You don't need me to get in the
middle now.  You're a big girl.  Invite him over to your place, if you
wish. I'm sure he'll still treat you right."

   After that, James and Jessica seemed to see less and less of Robert. 
Anthelea's apartment was even closer to Robert's house than James's was. 
Robert very obviously was spending a great deal of time with her.  Jessica
was pleased, and James, though he missed Robert, still got to see him at
school, and hear his stories.  Anthelea had been on the pill for years to
regulate her periods, so Robert didn't even have to worry about getting her
pregnant.  She thought Robert was very sweet, and he was.  He was very good
with her, and he understood her occasional hang-ups about certain things,
and he patiently helped her work through her inhibitions.  He finally
succeeded somewhat in making her realize that she was a beautiful woman who
could take the world by the balls if she wished.  She certainly had Robert
by the balls.  And he loved it.





   The next Friday night rolled around.  Robert and Anthelea showed up with
Anthelea driving and Robert sitting in the passenger's seat, to James's
great amusement.  Robert did not have his license yet.  The four of them
spent the evening playing games and watching TV, and finally Robert and
Anthelea departed, for her apartment, presumably.  James and Jessica were
kind of left hanging, but they made the best of it, trying to sleep in his
bed for at least one night.  His bed wasn't bad for fucking, they
discovered, and they both enjoyed the forced closeness of it, for a while
at least.  Finally they went back to Jessica's bed, though, and fucked
again, long and slow, deep into the heart of the night.

   "Mom.  What do you think Robert and Ann are doing right now?"

   "Probably fucking."

   "Wanna call them and see?"

   Jessica giggled at that.  "Don't you dare.  They are still newlyweds. 
Give them a break."

   The next day James talked to Robert on his phone.  He asked him what
they had been doing at precisely 4:45 am the morning before.

   Robert laughed.  "Actually, we were fucking.  She woke me up, and we
fucked until the sun came up."

   James relayed the information to his mother, to her amusement.





   One Friday night late in the summer, James, Robert, Jessica and Anthelea
went uptown.  They were disappointed that no street parties were going on,
but they found a place to eat, and later walked around the dark city.  They
approached the Spire building, and the three of them began giggling,
leaving Anthelea to say, in puzzlement, "What?  What's so funny."

   "Just some fun we had here once." Jessica replied.  They went to the top
and looked out over the city.

   "Come on you guys, let's do it." Said Jessica, giggling.  "We can hear
the dinger if anybody comes up."

   "Do what..." said Anthelea, looking nervous.  She had a pretty good idea
what Jessica meant.

   "You know.  It." Jessica leaned close and loudly whispered to the other
girl.  "Let's fuck!"

   "Oh my goodness." Said Anthelea, shocked.  Although she knew Jessica
quite well, she was scandalized.  "I can't do that here, out in the open."

   "Sure you can." Said Jessica.  "Come on, it's fun.  Take your panties
off and give them to Robert.  Anthelea just stood there while Jessica
yanked her panties down beneath her skirt.  "Come on, girl.  Have some fun.
You've already let your hair down.  Now live a little."

   Anthelea finally shook her head shyly and slowly slid her panties down
and handed them to Robert.  He put them in his pocket.  Jessica walked
forward to the railing, and raised both her hands up onto it.

   "Like this, darling." Anthelea approached, stood beside Jessica, and
copied her, reaching up to place her hands on the high railing, and
sticking her butt out.  Behind the girls, the boys were pulling their cocks
out of their pants.

   Anthelea jumped when Robert touched her.  He pulled her skirt up,
exposing her fine ass, and she said, "Goodness."

   Jessica laughed, and turned slightly to face Anthelea.

   "Ann.  Anthelea, darling.  Do one thing for me."

   "What?"

   "I just want to hear you say fuck.  I have never even heard you say gee
whiz, much less fuck.  Go ahead, dear, say it.  Say, Robert, fuck me."

   Anthelea was silent.  Robert slowly brought his hard dick up, and she
jumped again as he touched it to the outer lips of her cunt, between her
legs.  He rubbed around on it, and she jumped again.

   Finally she said, "Robert...  fu...  fu...  fuck me, Robert..." Jessica
clapped, and everyone laughed.  Robert began doing just that, as James slid
into Jessica.

   Several minutes later James looked at Robert, shaking his head.  The
girls were still hanging onto the railing, their asses sticking out, as
James and Robert fucked them.  They were chattering away, pointing out
sights on the ground below, and talking about stuff at the office.  Had it
become this mundane?  This was a new thing for Anthelea, a group fuck, yet
she chattered away like she was a tea party or something.  Crazy girls.

   A door slammed behind them.  All four froze, and turned to see the
security guard standing outside the stairwell, with his hands on his hips.

   "Beautiful night, in't it." He said casually, looking the four over.

   "Yes, sir." Said James.

   "You kids having fun?"

   "Yes, sir." Said James.

   "Just don't climb on the fence, okay?  Have a good one." The man
disappeared back through the door.

   "Jeezus!" James almost shouted.  "Is there no privacy!?"

   "Shit!" Said Jessica, laughing.  Anthelea was as red as she'd been the
other night.  Robert laughed and started pumping her ass again.  James
joined back in.

   "You know," Said Jessica, "To get out of this building, we're going to
have to walk right past him downstairs."

   "Fu-u-uck." Said Anthelea.





   Chapter 13 : Dylan & Alice





   One Saturday night, Dylan had Kat and Alice over.  They got some food at
a drive-thru, and sat in his living room and ate.  Kat was her usual
charming self, and Dylan laughed at her all evening.  Alice just shook her
head at the two of them.  She was glad Dylan was back in town, as she had
figured, her life had gotten much easier.  He plied Kat with gifts and
money, and more than once he had just handed Alice a handful of cash. 
Alice could tell the depths of his love for Kat, the two seemed almost
conspiratorial, like they had secrets, and it was the two of them against
the world.  Alice fervently hoped that Kat was keeping her secrets... 
Alice's secrets...

   They still had their nocturnal meetings.  One day Alice shocked herself
by realizing they were doing it every night.  Every night, Kat crawled into
her bed and fastened her little lips around her mother's pussy.  Every
night, Alice sucked her pussy in return.  Kat couldn't seem to get to sleep
now, without coming first.  Alice wondered how she did without it when she
stayed with Dylan on the weekends.  How long should she let this go on? 
Surely Kat wouldn't want to do it forever.  Kat was old enough that she
would remember this the rest of her life...  what would she think of Alice,
when she was sixteen, twenty, thirty?  Alice had the presence of mind to
worry about it, at least.  But for some reason, she didn't stop it.

   Alice shook her head and returned to the present.  Dylan and Kat were
stretched out on the floor, and mumbling to each other.  What a pair.  She
sighed, and stretched out on Dylan's couch, and let the murmuring TV carry
her away.

   The room was dark and silent when Alice awoke.  Kat was gone.  She saw
Dylan's dark shape, sitting in a chair.

   "You up?" She said softly.  He turned.

   "Yes.  You?"

   "I am now.  What time is it?"

   "Almost ten."

   "Jeezus.  Where is Kat?"

   "She went to bed, already.  She was tired out."

   "Yes, Dylan, you really wear that girl out sometimes."

   "Hah hah, yes.  As long as she's having fun."

   Dylan arose, and joined her on the couch.  He fumbled for the remote,
and turned on the TV.  They sat for a few moments in the flickering light.

   "Well.  I guess I should go home." Said Alice, finally.

   "Oh, Alice.  Just stay.  Kat's already in bed.  You can sleep in here,
or in my bed.  We'll go out for breakfast in the morning."

   Sleep in his bed?  Whatever did he mean by that?  Where would he sleep
if she slept in his bed?  In here?

   "Dylan...  thanks...  I should probably go home..."

   "Hell no.  Look, I'll get you a blanket, you can just go back to sleep."

   She sighed, and leaned against him.  She didn't really want to get up.
Maybe she would do just that.

   A few minutes later, she woke up again.  She was down in his lap, and
she could feel his arm pressing into her breast.  She rose up, and felt him
move beneath her.

   "I'm sorry, Dylan...  I went back to sleep..."

   "It's okay, Alice, I don't mind."

   "I've just been so tired lately..."

   "I understand...  Just go back to sleep."

   She yawned, stretched, and lay back against him.  He felt nice and warm.
And hard, his body was hard, muscular.  She'd always like Dylan.  He'd been
nice to her, always, when they were children.  Nice.  Respectful.  How few
other men in her life had been respectful to her.  Most of them just used
her and tossed her away.  Bastards.

   "Kat was right." Dylan said.  "You have nice soft boobies."

   She thought for a minute that she hadn't heard him correctly.  Then,
what he said struck her as the silliest thing that he'd ever said to her.
She burst out laughing.

   "What?  Kat said what?"

   Dylan seemed slightly embarrassed, now that he'd opened his big mouth.
Kat had actually said a lot more than that about her mother's boobs.  He
had been shocked at some of the things that Kat had said about her mother's
boobs.  Well, more about what Kat had said about her mom's pussy, actually.
He wondered if she and Alice still did those things.

   "Oh, you know how she is.  Just something silly." He finally said.

   "Yes, I well know how she is." Alice lay against him for a while,
thinking.  Maybe he could help her out of this mess she was in with Kat. 
How much should she dare and tell him?

   "Dylan..." She finally said.  "I'm having some problems...  with Kat...
problems with her telling the truth, and problems with her wanting... 
certain things that she shouldn't want..." Alice didn't know why she had
said that about Kat not telling the truth.  Kat's problem usually was that
she didn't know when to stop telling the truth.

   "Anyway, I appreciate your help with her.  You've taken a real load off
my mind, and I know she loves to be with you.  Thank you."

   "You're welcome..." Dylan almost squirmed.  Shit, he thought, she's
basically thanking me for molesting her daughter.  Well, she does it too.
Shit.

   "Dylan...  Kat's got some kind of obsession...  with my boobs, my
tits..." Alice closed her eyes.  "She actually tries to suck on them
sometimes, like she was a baby.  Why do you think she would do that?"

   Dylan was silent, remembering the last time Kat had sucked on him.  It
sure as hell hadn't been his tit.

   "I don't know, Alice.  Some kind of childhood thing, I guess..."

   "I mean, other than that, Kat seems mature for her age.  I have no real
problems with her, other than that..." She finished weakly.  The silence
dragged.  Finally Dylan spoke.

   "Have you thought of just letting her do it?  Letting her get it out of
her system?"

   Alice snorted.  "Yes, I have.  And I have.  And it hasn't.  It just made
her want to do more."

   "More?" Dylan acted puzzled, although he wasn't.  He knew exactly what
Alice was talking about.  He fervently hoped Kat was better about keeping
her mouth shut about his activities with her than she had been about her
mother's.  Jeezus.

   "Dylan...  I don't know how to say this...  but she wants to lick me...
down there..."

   And she has, Dylan thought to himself, and she has.  But he didn't say
that out loud.

   "I don't know, Alice, I just don't know.  I wouldn't worry about it too
much.  Probably just a childhood thing, like I said." Plus, he thought to
himself, what's done is done.  What she's done, and what I've done. 
Jeezus.

   "I'm not that worried..." Alice said.  "I just don't want it to go
further.  And Kat's not very good at keeping her trap shut..."

   "Yes, I've noticed that.  She's just a kid, Alice." Oh, shit.

   "Yes, I know."





   Alice's mind went back to a summer, a thousand years ago.  "Dylan.  Do
you remember that summer, out at the farm?  What were we thinking?  I was
no older than Kat...  You must have been what, thirteen, fourteen?"

   "Yeah, about.  I have no idea, Alice.  I think we were just kids, just
playing around."

   "We sure got our butts whipped for it."

   "Yes, that.  And it worked, we didn't do that shit no more."

   "It was innocent, Dylan.  We really didn't do anything wrong.  We were
just children."

   "Yes, I know."

   The companionable silence fell upon them, again.  She turned, and lay
her head back down in his lap.  He was intensely aware of the back of her
head pressing again his penis.  His hardening penis.  He took a breath
through his nostrils, and smelled her light scent, a tiny hint of perfume,
and some honest sweat.  She smelled good to him.  She smelled sexy.  How
long had it been since he'd smelled a woman, other than Kat?  A long
time... some sexy European gals he'd met...  the women in robes and burkas
hadn't done anything for him, when he's been overseas...  but some of those
European girls were fine...  he remembered a deserted beach in Israel, and
two Scottish college girls whom he had met at an archeological dig site. 
The sun had just gone down when he finally took one of them, the other girl
grinning and standing back a few feet, watching.  When he'd brought the
first girl to a screaming orgasm, the second one took her place, for a
repeat performance...  They had been so sexy, and he'd felt like the
greatest stud in the world.  They had disappeared into the night, never to
be seen again, and he had walked slowly back to his hotel room, knowing
that he'd just had one of the greatest experiences of his life.  Nothing
had ever topped that, until maybe the other night with Kat.  Nothing had
turned him on that much, until that night with Kat.  Jeezus.

   Alice's breathing had become very regular.  He figured she was asleep.
He placed his arm on her chest, his upper arm resting between her breasts,
his fingertips at the base of her neck.  He thought he would let her sleep
a while longer, before he got up.  She surprised him, taking his hand in
both of hers, and placing it over her left breast.

   "Dylan.  What has happened to us?  Have we just gotten old?"

   He laughed softly.  "Alice.  Yes, we've gotten older, but not old. 
We've got plenty of life still left in us."

   She exhaled.  He was aware of her breast, beneath his hand.  He almost
thought he could feel the hardness of her nipple.  He could.  He could feel
the hardness of her nipple.

   "Girl, girl..." He said.  He reflexively cupped his hand, cupping her
breast.  She lay motionless beneath him for several minutes.  Then, she
slowly rose, higher and higher, turning her head, until her face was even
with his.  Dead on, just turned ninety degrees.  He could feel her breath
in his face.  It smelled slightly of peppermint.

   "Dylan.  Thank you, thank you for everything.  Thank you for coming
back, and helping with Kat.  Thank you for helping me.  You are the best,
and I love you dearly."

   "Alice, Alice...  think nothing of it...  You guys are my family, all I
have left.  I love you both.  We are all we have, right?"

   Her lips were almost brushing his, she was so close.  He stared at her,
almost in a trance.  Other than Kat, he hadn't been this close to a girl in
two years.

   Alice stared into Dylan's eyes, sparkling in the dim light.  She hadn't
been this close to a man in two years.  Two years hell, maybe five. 
Jeezus.

   The moment transcended space and time.  They stared into each others
eyes, almost hypnotized.  The most natural thing in the world, at this
moment, would be for their lips to touch.  Their lips touched.

   The kiss wasn't that much of a kiss, but the second one was.  Alice felt
herself being swept away by a wave, a huge ocean wave.  What are we doing?
She thought.  She knew, though.  She knew.

   Dylan did not stop and think discreet thoughts at this point.  He did
not think, "I am kissing my sister." He just kissed, enjoying the moment,
savoring the sensations that flooded into his brain.  They finally pulled
apart.

   "Dylan...  I'm sorry..." Alice wasn't sorry, but she felt like he might
have expected her to say that.

   "Alice.  I'm not." Was what he said, causing her some puzzlement.  Did
that mean he had liked kissing her?  That it didn't bother him?  It
certainly didn't seem too...  he'd done it twice...  so far...

   Apparently it didn't.  He leaned down, into her face, and kissed her
again.  A long, wet open-mouth kiss.  A good kiss.  Alice wasn't that
experienced of a kisser, but she knew a good kiss when it happened to her.
She relaxed and let her brother kiss her.  She would worry about stuff
later.

   They pulled apart again, and sat for a few moments in silence.

   "Probably not a good idea." Said Alice finally, sighing and stretching.
She almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

   "Probably not." Said Dylan.  He bent down.  Their lips met again.





   Five minutes later they were wrestling around on the couch like
teenagers.  Dylan yanked his shirt off, then yanked Alice's off.  He
fumbled with her bra fastener, finally just yanking it apart.  Little bits
of broken plastic flew everywhere.  He glued a hand to each breast, and
began to squeeze, pinching her nipples, and covering her mouth with his.

   Alice loved the smell of him.  Sweaty, intense.  Like a man, she
thought. She let him kiss her, and kissed back.  Tomorrow, she told
herself, maybe I'll regret this tomorrow.  But not tonight.

   "Darling.  Stop." He said, and she froze.

   "Alice.  Stop and think.  Do you really want to do this?" He said, his
voice low, feeling like he had to give her the chance to turn back.  He had
to let her back out if she wanted to.  It was the right thing to do.  He
wished he would have done it with Kat, gave her the same chance.  But a kid
probably didn't have the sense yet to judge.  Surely Alice had the sense to
judge.  He knew himself well enough to know that he probably wasn't going
to stop on his own.  But he would stop if she wanted to.

   Alice didn't need much time to make up her mind.  She said, plaintively.
"Darling...  yes, I want to...  we can't stop, not now..."

   Their lips met again in a crushing kiss.  Alice tasted her own blood in
her mouth.  She sat up, and then stood up, unsnapping her jeans, kicking
them down her legs.  They just slid down too slowly for her.  She literally
ripped her thong off, breaking the strap, feeling it whiplash out of her
asscrack, almost giving her a rope burn.  She was naked, now.  She stood
naked in front of her brother.  Her wonderful brother.  She was panting.

   Dylan had raised his rump off the couch, and slid his jeans and
underwear down.  His hard cock flopped free.  Alice could see it plainly,
in spite of the dim light.  It was huge, she thought, just like I remember.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, gazing at his dick like a hungry
dog watching a bone.  A big bone.  His pants were hung up around his
ankles. She would have to scoot back to allow him to get them off.  I will
do that later, she thought, reaching her greedy hands towards his cock.  I
can do that later.





   Dylan awoke in the night.  Alice, nestled beneath his arm, made a noise
and lifted her head.  He heard another noise, and looked towards the door.
Kat stood there, her naked body outlined in the dim light from the hall. 
She didn't say anything, she just came and climbed in bed, nestling under
his other arm, against the other side of him.  He could feel her hot little
body against him, against his side.  His dick twitched a little, but he
didn't even worry about it.  He yawned.  Alice had gone back to sleep.  Kat
had gone to sleep.  So did he.





   The next day, as Kat played with the kids next door, they tried to make
some sense out of what had happened.

   "Dylan...  why do you think we did that?" Alice finally asked, genuinely
puzzled.

   "Alice...  I don't know...  for my part, I haven't been with anybody in
a long time..." He said.

   "Me neither.  But there's got to be more to it than that.  Other people
go years sometimes...  without attacking their brother..." She giggled, and
then stopped, embarrassed.

   "True.  Probably some issues that are buried in our heads, from stuff
that happened long ago."

   "Yes, that's what I think, too.  Dylan...  what are we going to do about
it?"

   "I don't know that we have to do anything.  Alice.  We're both adults.
But if you have regrets, I'm sorry and I apologize.  I respect you, and
your wishes.  If not...  why stop now?" he shrugged.

   Alice surprised herself.  "I have no regrets.  It was beautiful.  Thank
you.  Thank you for sharing it with me, for giving that to me.  I love you,
Dylan."

   He laughed softly.  "No problem.  Thank you.  I love you too, Alice."





   The next night was Sunday.  Alice needed to go home, to be ready for
work the next day.  She made excuses, and hung around, and finally it was
bedtime.  Kat yawned and tottered off, to her room.  Nothing seemed
different, to Kat, Alice thought.  It had been the most natural thing in
the world for Kat to wake up that morning, naked in bed with both her naked
parents.  Well, Dylan wasn't her parent, he was her uncle.  But still.  How
resilient kids were, how unflappable.  They just didn't know any better,
she thought.  Amazing.

   After Kat had gone to bed, they sat on the couch, watching TV.  Dylan
spoke, something inconsequential.  Alice looked at him and laughed. 
Fifteen minutes later, she laughed again as he pumped her ass hard from
behind, his cock deep in her cunt.  This is fun sex, she thought.  I have
never laughed during sex before.  It never felt this good before.  Maybe
it's that forbidden love thing.  This is one of those loves that dares not
speak its name, she thought.  It was certainly speaking loudly tonight. 
The sex that Alice had had before this seemed pale, almost black and white,
compared to this.  This was bigscreen, technicolor, hi-resolution 3-D sex.
This was the real thing.  This was, it seemed, for the first time in her
life, sex with her in mind as well as him.  She knew she was going to come
on this one, she knew it instinctively.  She would come, and come hard. 
She expected it, for the first time in her life.  This was fair and
democratic sex.  Sex that the founding fathers would be proud of.

   She loved his cock.  It was huge, she thought, bigger than any she'd
ever seen, except for Dean, Jessica's ex.  Stupid Dean.  He did have a big
dick, though.  Poor Jessica.  How lucky I am, Alice thought, I have a man
now, a real man, although I can't tell anyone about him since he's my
brother.  Anyway, poor Jessica, she needs a man, it's been years for her.
Poor girl.  Too bad she doesn't have a brother.

   Dylan put his finger against her asshole, and pressed slightly.  She
giggled as the tip of it pushed inside her.  The slapping noise of his
groin meeting her ass seemed loud in the quiet house.  She hoped Kat was
sleeping deeply.  If Alice would have looked over to the door, she would
have seen Kat, peeking around the doorjamb into the room, getting an
eyeful.

   Alice finally had the second most satisfying orgasm of her life.  The
first had been last night.  She was surprised to have a second one of such
intensity.  She really hadn't thought she'd ever have one again like the
one last night.  But she did.  Dylan seemed to be enjoying himself greatly,
also.  Of course he was.  He was a guy.

   Shit, thought Alice, I need to get on the pill.  Tomorrow.  We don't
need no little three-eyed monsters running around here.  She had no
intention of stopping or even slowing down the affair, unless Dylan changed
his mind about it.  And Dylan was a typical guy.  She knew that he would
just be glad to be getting it, no matter where it was coming from.  She
wondered how long it would go on.  Dylan hadn't dated in years, that she
knew of.  It's not like he was on the market or anything.  She wondered how
long she would be enough for him.  Maybe forever, she thought, if her luck
held out.  Surely, now, this proved she was starting to have some luck. 
It's about time.  She felt lucky tonight.  She had been lucky tonight, and
last night.

   Alice never went back home.  After a few trips to her house to get their
stuff, her and Kat simply moved in with Dylan.  She didn't even tell her
landlord, she just walked away.  What could be more natural, she thought,
than a brother and sister living together, helping to raise a child?  Who
would suspect anything?  Who would care, anyway?  It was difficult, at
times, for them to keep their hands off each other in front of Kat, but
they did pretty well, at first, at least.  Of course Kat noticed.  She told
James all about it.  She watched, more than just that one time, from the
darkness of the hall as Dylan and Alice fucked, and now Kat thought she
knew all about fucking.  Kat was happy, now that her mom was happy.  She
let go of her little titty-sucking and clit-licking routine without even
hardly noticing.  She still got to spend the night with Aunt Jessica every
now and then, and she sucked on Jessica's pretty titties and pussy.  That
was enough.  Uncle Dylan still played with her, at times...  though not so
much since Alice was home all the time, having quit her job.  Sometimes he
lazily rubbed her pussy as she stretched out on the couch...  sometimes he
bent down and took her little pussy in his mouth, when her mom was out.  It
all seemed natural to Kat, it all seemed to make sense.  She hardly ever
got to play around with James and Robert anymore, anyway Robert was hardly
ever there at least, since he had a girlfriend now.  But sometimes James
still got to play with her, to suck her little pussy and lick her little
asshole, and she loved James dearly.  Almost as much as she loved Uncle
Dylan.  She was happy.





   Chapter 14 : Jessica, Anthelea & Alice





   Jessica seemed to spend more time with Alice now that Dylan was back in
town.  Alice had seemed to come out of her shell since he got back, Jessica
wasn't sure why.  Dylan seemed good for her.  He was certainly good to her.
Jessica liked Dylan, but strangely wasn't attracted to him, she didn't
really go for the lumberjack types.  He was a nice guy, though.  She
respected him greatly because once, long ago, he had come to her and
sincerely offered to pound the shit out of Dean, because he had seen Dean
being an ass to her.  She still wished sometimes she'd said yes.  Fucking
Dean.  Why had she ever fallen for his stupid ass?

   One Friday night, Jessica cooked up a kind of girl's night out thing. 
She did it for Alice, she had plans of somehow getting Alice a man.  She'd
talked to almost every single guy at the office, and even a few of the
married ones, but not come up with any suitable prospects.  She was still
working on that plan, though.  Maybe Dylan had some guy friends Alice might
like?  Jessica loved a challenge.  She was pleased with her match of
Anthelea and Robert, it was working out well, in spite of the age gap. 
Robert was very mature for his age, and Anthelea, while sophisticated, was
still a few years behind.  They meshed well.  Jessica knew that Robert was
living with her now, and he sure wasn't spending any time at their house
like he used to.  Wistfully she remembered her Friday nights with him. 
James was fun, and more than satisfying, but she had fun with Robert, too.
She missed him, she realized.

   Anyway.  Anthelea.  She would go well in this girl's night out.  She
probably needed a break.  And poor Alice could use all the break she could
get.  Jessica got on the phone and straightened things out with the both of
them.  James and Robert would watch Kat, while Jessica, Anthelea and Alice
went out.  Or Kat could just stay home with Dylan.  Whatever worked out. 
Good.

   That Friday night, Jessica kissed James goodbye, and swung by Anthelea's
place to pick her up.  They ended up making a trip back to the house to
drop off Robert, and then went and got Alice.  Jessica noticed the most
peculiar thing at Dylan's place.  She saw the dim shapes of Alice and Dylan
in the living room, after she pulled up and honked.  Right before Alice
came out, she saw them kiss.  Not just a brother-sister kiss, a long
leaned-back Gone-With-the-Wind type of kiss.  She actually got a little
impatient for it to end, before she realized what was happening.  A brother
and sister?  Was that really Dylan she saw?  Who else would be in his
house? A little light lit up in her brain, and she carefully filed the
information away, to pull out later for thought and introspection.

   She made introductions between Anthelea and Alice.  They went to Red
Shrimp to eat, and as they waited for the meal to arrive they made the
usual small talk.  Somehow, as small talk often does, it turned into big
talk.

   Alice told Jessica that she was no longer working, and that she now
stayed home for Kat's sake.  Jessica knew that Kat and Alice lived with
Dylan, of course, that was where she'd picked them up.  That's where she
saw the kiss.  But...  interesting...  she knew Dylan had a great job... 
how nice of him, to allow Alice to do that.  They were almost a family. 
Hell, they were a family.  Whatever.

   Anyway, Jessica told Alice that she was going to find her a man.  Alice
laughed, and looked positively uncomfortable.  Jessica remembered the kiss,
and a few more things clicked.  She wondered if Alice already had a man. 
She shut up.  She talked to Anthelea about her "boyfriend", not daring to
say "Robert" out loud, since she didn't remember if Alice knew that Robert
was her son's friend or not.  It was hard to live a double life, she
thought, hard to hide what she and James did...  and Robert and Anthelea...
and she sure didn't want anything to come up about what she and Kat did...

   Finally, though, after a few glasses of wine, Jessica found herself
relating to Alice the story of her, Anthelea and their "boyfriends" were on
top of the spire, and the guard coming out and all that.  She didn't just
come out and say they were fucking, but she didn't leave much to Alice's
imagination.  Oh, Jessica has a boyfriend now, Alice thought.  How
interesting.  I wonder if it's anyone I know...

   Alice laughed though, embarrassed for Jessica, surprised that the other
two girls could sit there and relate something so intimate.  Anthelea, at
least, and had the grace to look embarrassed.

   "I don't think I could ever do something like that." Alice said.  "If
Dylan ever wanted to make..." She stopped, a quick look of horror crossing
her face.  She had yet to learn how to do that double life thing.

   Jessica eyed her speculatively.  Anthelea hadn't caught on, since she
didn't know who Dylan was or Alice's relationship with him.

   Well, well, thought Jessica.  How interesting.  It was very obvious now.
Well, she won't be needing my matchmaking services, I guess.  Alice had her
head down, and was working through her salad.

   When Anthelea slipped up, it wasn't as obvious.  She was talking, and
without realizing it said something to the effect that after they went to
bed last night Robert had told her something, and did James...  her voice
dwindled down to silence, and she looked at Jessica, her face turning red.
Alice racked her mind to remember who Robert was...  was he that boy that
watched Kat with James?  That boy that had walked Kat home those times? 
Was this girl seeing him?  She must be double his age.  How peculiar.

   Silence settled over the group.  Jessica sighed.  She was good enough
that she knew she wouldn't screw up, but she just had this overpowering
urge to tell everything.  Alice was her cousin, Alice would understand...
Alice had lived a hard life, she knew more than anybody the compromises
that people had to make.  Jessica wasn't sure if anything about her and
James was compromise...  and she wasn't sure if Alice could handle the
truth about her and James yet, but surely she could about Anthelea and
Robert.  She looked at Anthelea, and raised an eyebrow.  Anthelea raised
hers back.  Jessica laughed, and leaned to Ann's ear.

   "Can I tell her...  about you and Robert?" She whispered.  Anthelea
laughed around a mouthful of salad.

   "I don't care."

   "Alice.  Anthelea is seeing Robert, James's friend.  You remember
Robert? They are dating, now.  I got them together."

   Alice nodded, her suspicions confirmed.  How interesting.  The girl was
beautiful.  Any boy would be proud, especially a fifteen year old one. 
Maybe she wasn't as old as Alice had first thought.  Or maybe she was, who
cared?  Well, well.  Robert was getting him some now.

   "Dating.  Huh!" Anthelea said.  "He lives with me.  He told his father
to stick it, and I let him move in with me."

   Jessica had known that, but she hadn't said.  If Anthelea wanted to
share, that was her business.

   They chattered some more, girl talk.  Finally Alice looked up.  Her mind
had made itself up, without any involvement from her, it seemed.

   "Jessica.  I really must tell you something." She looked around, making
sure people at other tables weren't listening.  She had no idea why the
urge to tell was so strong.  Guilt?  She didn't feel guilty.  Stop, stop,
she told herself.  Don't tell.  But she trusted Jessica.  Jessica would
understand.  Jessica was the hippest, free-thinkingest most modern lady
that Alice knew.  She probably wouldn't even be shocked.

   "Jessica." Both the girls were leaning into her by now.  Jessica seemed
to be hanging off her every word.

   "Yes, Alice...  what is it?" Jessica finally said.

   "It was an accident...  but it happened, like that time all those years
ago...  remember that time Dylan and I got in trouble?  I'm...  we're..."
She couldn't say it.  She just couldn't say it.

   "Alice, dear..." Jessica finally said, her voice low.  "Are you fucking
him?"

   Alice's face turned bright red.  "Yes." Was all she could say.

   "Well, darling." Jessica's face broke out in a smile.  "Congratulations.
He's quite a catch.  I hope your happy, honestly, I do.  How nice for Kat!"

   Alice managed a weak smile.  Anthelea looked puzzled.  Jessica turned to
her.

   "Dylan is Alice's brother."

   "I see." Anthelea said, simply, and continued to eat.

   "It's working out well..." Alice said softly.  "I'm not sure if Kat has
noticed or not...  that's my only worry..."

   "Alice." Jessica spoke.  "Kids are very resilient.  You'd be amazed at
what they can get used to.  And so what?  There's nothing bad about this,
nothing evil.  You're both responsible adults.  It will seem like the most
natural thing in the world for her.  It will be good for her, in the end."

   "That's what I keep telling myself." Alice said.  They munched a while
longer, in companionable silence.

   "I've got an admission of similar magnitude." Jessica said, surprising
even herself.  "I have been..." Her volume dropped and she mouthed the
word, "fucking..." and then returned to normal.  "James for three months
now."

   Weirdly, Alice wasn't even surprised.  It seemed like the most natural
thing in the world to her.  She nodded, and took another bite of salad. 
She knew that James was not Jessica's natural son.  And he was an extremely
mature, grown-up young man.  She could see the attraction, she'd even felt
it herself a little bit.  She remembered Dean's huge dick, and wondered if
James had inherited that.  He was Dean's boy, after all.

   "Well, well." Said Jessica.  "What an interesting evening this has
turned out to be."





   On the way back to Jessica's house, Alice sat in the front seat with
Jessica.  For some reason, she seized Jessica's hand, and clasped it
tightly in her own.  She felt a new kinship with Jessica, a bond, somehow.
They were linked, now, by something bigger than both of them.  They each
had a fantastic, fabulous secret.  And now they shared each other's
secrets. Anthelea sat in the back seat, alone, and hummed softly to
herself.

   Back at Jessica's house, they sat around the kitchen at talked of small
stuff.  Jessica idly wondered where the boys and Kat were.  It was still
quite early in the evening.  The door to James's room was open, and the
house had been dark and quiet when they arrived.  They moved to the living
room.

   Jessica told them about her college room-mate, the lesbian.  They all
laughed.  They laughed again when she said she wished she'd taken the girl
up on her offer.

   "Jessica." Anthelea said.  "All you've done for me?  You've given me a
life, my whole life.  If you ever want to make it with a girl, and it
doesn't matter who, just give me a call."

   Jessica didn't tell them she'd already made it with a girl, a nine year
old one.  She nodded, regarding Anthelea seriously.  Oh, she thought, I
would do that.  Truly I would.  Anthelea was beautiful, young, and Jessica
was sure she was very clean.  Spotlessly clean.  She knew the girl.  In
fact, she might be too clean.  Jessica liked a little taste in her sexual
partners.  Sweat, if nothing else.  And lots of that wonderful pussy taste.

   Alice surprised them, and herself.  "I'd do it, too."

   Jessica shook her head.  What an evening.  And she was horny, now.

   "Anthelea," Jessica said.  "Would it affect our relationship in any way?
I wouldn't want to do anything that risked losing your friendship." She
knew it wouldn't, but she thought she should bring it up, at least.  She
thought, in fact, this would do nothing but bring them closer together.

   "How could it?" Anthelea regarded her sincerely.  "Jessica.  We've
already...  fucked...  our boys together.  What would change if we... 
fucked...  each other?"

   "True." Jessica said.  "Well, the boys are gone, tonight.  Do you girls
wanna do it?"





   Alice cracked in the end, and called Dylan.  Jessica and Anthelea heard
his laughter over the phone.  Alice hung up, almost embarrassed.

   "He thought it was hot.  He said he didn't care." Was all she would say.
Anthelea called Robert's cell phone, and asked him please, would it be okay
if she fucked around with Jessica and Alice?

   "He thought it was hot, too."

   Jessica didn't bother to call James.  She knew what he would think.  He
would think it was hot.  He would have to hear all about it later.

   "Ladies, let's go upstairs."





   They did a little bathroom stuff, all sharing Jessica's toothbrush,
because of the garlic earlier than evening.  Jessica yanked the comforter
off the bed, and tucked in the sheet all around.  She turned on some music,
and regarded the other two girls.

   "Okay, nothing is off limits, nothing is too girly tonight.  Screw the
boys.  We don't need no steenkin' deecks, tonight."

   Jessica stripped, realizing that she would probably be setting the pace
the whole evening.  Anthelea finally joined in, and then Alice.  Jessica
was surprised that Anthelea was joining in this, and almost seemed eager.
Ann was still new to this, to sex and really to the world.  She was amazed
that the girl was so bold.  Well, and Alice.  She was surprised Alice would
do this, too.  Shy, head-down, introverted Alice.  Dylan was doing her
good. His involvement in Alice's life had seemed to draw her right out into
the open.  Good.  In fact, as cool and sexy and hip as Jessica was, she was
a little surprised that she would even do it.  But, she felt inquisitive
and experimentative tonight.  And James, she almost wanted to do it for
James.  She realized he was going to love hearing about whatever happened
tonight, even if it was just some tame pussy-licking.  He would be turned
on.

   "Jessica." Alice said, as she pulled her panties down.  "You are so hot
and so hip, I can't believe you've never tasted pussy before."

   "Well...  actually I have...  a few times...  You?"

   Alice colored slightly.  "Yes...  a few times..." She wondered if
Jessica realized she was talking about her nine year old daughter.  Jessica
wondered if Alice realized she was talking about her nine year old niece.
They were both very careful what they said for a few moments.

   "I've tasted mine!" Said Anthelea.

   "You what?" Said Jessica.

   "When I was in tumbling, in gymnastics.  I used to could reach it.  It
was hard, but I could reach it.  I knew several girls who could back then.
Some of us used to sit around in the locker room and lick it, together."

   "Shit." Said Jessica.  "You mean you have tasted your own pussy?  From
the source, not just on your finger?  Shee-it, girl."

   "I would die to be able to do that." Said Alice, sitting on the bed.

   "Shit, me too." Said Jessica.  She could imagine the look on James's
face if he could watch her lick her own pussy.  His balls would explode.

   "Anybody can do it." Said Anthelea.  "You just have to have really low
body fat, and stretch, stretch, stretch."

   "Think you still could?"

   "No way.  Absolutely not.  I wouldn't even dare try.  I'd break my
back."

   "Could you lick your..." Alice gulped.  "Clit?"

   "Yes.  That was the whole point of it."

   They were all lost for a moment in their private reveries.  Finally
Jessica crawled up on the bed.  Alice watched her enviously.  Jessica was
so voluptuous, so good looking, so...  hot.  And this other girl was
incredible.  Large full breasts, huge nipples...  a smooth hairless
pussy... Alice felt self-conscious of her hairy pussy.  The other two girls
were smooth, smooth.  Everybody in the world was smooth, except for poor
old dumb Alice.  Sometimes Alice still had self-image issues.

   Jessica held her hands out to her.  "Come here, darling." Alice sucked
it up, and went.





   The next few hours passed mostly in silence.  Except for occasional
moans and groans, and soft little squishy noises that mouths make when they
lick on stuff, and things like that.  Alice came first, under Jessica's
tongue, and then surprisingly, Anthelea got Jessica off.  She even
surprised herself.  I may have found a new hobby here, Ann thought, this is
very fun.  These girls taste good.

   Jessica upended Anthelea, and put her tongue right in the girl's
asshole. Anthelea squirmed in delight, wiggling, fingering herself.  Alice
sat that one out, already a bit tired.  Finally Jessica moved to Alice's
tits, drawing her out, making her feel loved and appreciated.  Alice did
have cool tits, Jessica thought, they weren't saggy and they started high
on her chest, going down into soft round boobs.  Her nipples were thick and
puffy.  No wonder Kat liked sucking them, Jessica thought, sucking one into
her mouth, they're fabulous.  She lay on the bed with Alice facing
downwards, and they sucked on each others nipples.  Anthelea wandered about
a while, almost looking lost, and then finally slowly lowered herself back
down onto Jessica's pussy.  That girl is a natural, Jessica realized.  Ann
was a good pussy eater.  Jessica spasmed and came a little bit, knowing
there was more to come.

   Alice finally summoned up her nerve, spread Jessica's ass cheeks apart,
and licked her asshole.  It wasn't bad at all.  Tasty.  Anthelea did the
same for Alice, surprising herself again.  It was a night of surprises for
her.  Assholes are cool, Anthelea thought.  I always thought they were
dirty, but they are cool.  She wondered what Robert's ass might taste like.
Probably a lot like this girl's.  She wondered if it would bother him if
she ate out his ass.  Surely not.  She figured anything she brought home
from this night would just turn him on, mostly.  Guys.  Go figure.

   Alice got to come again, and again and again.  Dylan had re-vitalized
her sex life, actually brought it up from nothing, well, except for Kat,
and now this.  She had so much fun she thought she was going to explode. 
She lost track of how many times she came.  For most of her life she'd had
no idea that she could come more than once a night, anyway, and then Dylan,
and now this.  Jeezus.

   Jessica knew she had hit the nail on the head with this party.  She felt
like it would do nothing but draw the three of them closer together.  She
finger-fucked the two other girls, and then finger-fucked both their
assholes while her fingers were wet.  Anthelea loved that.  Once again she
thought, goodness, and I thought that was just good for pooping.  Goodness.

   Jessica was amazed to look at the clock and see that it was past
midnight.  Goddam, she thought, we've been doing this for over three hours.
Where the hell is James, anyway?  She dragged herself off the bed, and
opened the door.  His door was shut but the light was on.  She barged in.
James and Robert sat at his computer, actually playing a game this time.

   "You weirdos!" She said.  "Sex is being had, and you're playing games?
Get in here!"

   The boys entered her bedroom somewhat bashfully.

   "Hello, Aunt Alice." James said politely.  Anthelea and Alice lay on the
bed, stretched out, exhausted.  Jessica thought about offering Alice a turn
with James, and then decided to let Alice make up her own mind.  She might
feel like she was cheating on Dylan to do it with another guy.  She
obviously hadn't felt that way with the girls, at least.

   "James, dear," Jessica said.  "Would you please fuck me from behind
while I eat Alice's pussy?"

   She could see Robert removing his pants and shirt, and then lean over
the bed to kiss Anthelea.  James came up behind Jessica, his cock already
out and hard.  She felt him fit inside her, like a hand in a glove, a
comfortable and familiar feeling, one that still thrilled her after all
this time.  He began to pump.  She lowered her face down into Alice's
crotch and began to lick.





   Chapter 15 : James & Missy





   Now James did have a problem.  His long-distance relationship with
Marissa seemed to improved somewhat, they talked every day now, and she
seemed eager at times to share her life with him.  She had even stopped
constantly asking about his mom.  He texted her all day, during the day. 
He looked forward to meeting her next summer.  His mom had more or less
promised they would return to the camp next summer, to his delight.

   Anyway, the problem was Missy.  She seemed to be liking James more and
more also.  And he liked her more and more, if that was possible.  The
possibility seemed to loom ever larger that he might have a chance to be
her boyfriend.  He didn't know how he could pass that opportunity up, if it
presented itself.  And I've seen her naked, he thought to himself, I have
to.  Well, so what, he'd seen Marissa naked hundreds of times.  But Missy.
Damn.

   She waited at her locker for him, every day.  She invited him to walk to
her classes with her.  The one class that they had together, she changed
seats with a girl so that she could sit next to him.  She didn't say why
she did it, but.  Why else?  One day she passed him a silly note about just
everyday stuff, but she drew hearts all over it, and wrote "Love" at the
bottom.  He treasured it.

   He kind of wished Marissa would have just backed away slowly, and he
would have stopped hearing from her.  I mean, she was a thousand miles
away, he could do whatever he wanted, except for that one week a year when
they got to see each other.  And, no way in hell Missy would be there, at
Happy Valley.

   James slowly got comfortable with that.  What Marissa didn't know
wouldn't hurt her.  The only risk he ran was Missy getting hold of his
phone and seeing Marissa's texts.  Some of Marissa's text were quite frank
and sexual in nature.  Some were just plain dirty.  Sometimes he wondered
if Virginia was on the other end.  Or Tina.  Damn.

   Anyway, he just let things move along at their own speed, and hoped for
the best.





   One day, he was walking home, and he heard a familiar female voice
behind him.  He turned, and sure enough, it was Missy.  He knew that a
girlfriend usually took her home.

   "James.  I didn't know you lived in this direction." She said.  He
thought, I bet you didn't, but he smiled.  He was glad to see her.  They
crossed the street, and walked through a field.  He was unconsciously
taking a shortcut that he usually took.  She didn't seem to notice or mind.
They walked down a path into a field of sunflowers higher than their head,
and she giggled along with him.  He tried to pick a sunflower to give to
her, but there was sticky sap all over it.  They arrived at an old corral
where a small rodeo had been held, years ago.  They stopped and sat in the
stands and talked about school and life and such.  He felt like he was
really getting a feel for her personality.  She did giggle a lot.  He liked
that.

   "James.  The girls in gym class talk about you quite a bit."

   "Me?" He almost squeaked.

   "Yes.  You are the subject of certain...  curiosities."

   "Uhm." He didn't know if this was good or bad.  "What kind of
curiosities?"

   "Uhm.  Size related curiosities."

   So it was about his dick.  Word had gotten out.  Cool.  Now maybe things
would start happening...  although...  he thought of his mom, of his
ever-improving relationship with her.  He just didn't know if he needed
more complications, more things to steal his time.  It was already
exhausting, at times, just keeping up with Marissa's texts.  Jeezus.  As if
he'd called it up, his phone dinged again.  That was was probably her.

   "Aren't you going to look at your text?" Missy said.  James shook his
head.  "No, I'm sure it's nothing."

   Back to the subject at hand.  He knew exactly what Missy meant, but he
wanted to hear her say it.

   "What do you mean, Missy?"

   "James!" She tee-hee-hee'd.  "You have to know what I mean.  I mean, it
is true, isn't it?"

   "Is what true?"

   "Tee-hee-hee...  don't make me say it."

   "Okay." He didn't say anything else.  He knew he could just wait her
out, sure enough, after a minute, she cracked.

   "James.  Word around school...  is that you are very well...  endowed."

   Hah.  Gotcha.

   "Missy...  don't believe everything you hear." Good grief, why did he
say that.  This is something that's true, and something he wanted her to
believe.

   "Anyway, maybe I am, and maybe I'm not.  People will just have to look
and judge for themselves, I guess."

   She was silent for a while.  He waited patiently.

   "Well, how can people look.  That's kind of private, isn't it?"

   "Exactly." He said.  "And, I don't want people liking me for just that."

   "Yes, I can understand that." She seemed reasonable, suddenly.  Then...
"James!" She grabbed his arm.  "Let me see it!  Please!"

   He started laughing.  She was just too much.





   They went behind a little plywood building, after looking all around to
see if anyone was near.  Inside, they carefully stepped across the broken
floor, avoiding holes and nails.  It smelled like somebody had taken a crap
in there.  Somebody probably had, James thought.  It did not smell good at
all.  Missy wrinkled up her pretty little nose, and stared imploringly at
him.

   James sighed, and slowly unzipped his pants.  He stopped.

   "Missy.  If I show you mine, you have to show me yours.  Deal?"

   She just stared at him.  Finally she lazily said, "Okay.  Deal." He
wondered if she really meant it.  She is not a nudist camp girl, he
thought. She may be a little uptight.  Then again, she did just ask a guy
to see his dick.

   James reached in his pants, and drew his hardening dick and balls out.
Missy stared him in the eyes.  Finally, slowly, she let her eyes drop.

   "Oh, my goodness." She said, and he laughed, thinking of Anthelea.

   They spent the next few minutes allowing Missy to examine his dick,
without touching it.  She asked him to raise it, lower it, from the side,
and so on, but she seemed to have no interest in touching it.  Finally he
said, "Missy.  You can touch it."

   She regarded him for a moment, and then put a hesitant hand out,
extended one finger, and carefully touched it.  She pulled her hand back.
That was it?  He was disappointed.

   "Have you seen enough?" He finally asked.  She looked at him and smiled
a little smile, almost managing to look wicked.

   "Oh, no, James, put it up if you must, but I haven't seen nearly
enough."

   He laughed.  Is all she wanted to do was look?  She almost acted like
she didn't know what to do next.

   "Missy.  Come on." He fought his hard dick back into his pants, running
it down his leg, trying to get comfortable.  "Let's get out of here.  It
stinks."

   She followed him and, and they walked down the path.  Her house was
quite a ways past his, and off to the side, but he thoughtfully walked her
home, and then went back to his house.  He wasn't sure if he had made a
great impression on her or not.  It seemed like it...  but why wouldn't she
touch him?  Anyway, word was sure to get out now, now that he'd showed it
to a girl.





   The next day she followed him again.  He went right past the rodeo, and
she hung back...

   "Ja-ames..." She said.  He knew what she wanted to do.

   "Missy, come on.  Let's just go to my house.  My mom won't be home for
three hours."

   She followed him obediently, and he took her home.  They climbed the
stairs to his room.

   "James...  you got a nice house...  you live here with just your
mother?"

   "Yes."

   "Is she nice?  Is she nice to you?"

   "Oh yes, very." You don't know the half of it, he thought.

   "You are lucky." Missy said, almost wistfully.  What was that really
about?  James thought.

   He closed the door to his room.  He didn't worry much about locking it,
anymore.

   Missy sat on his bed.  He sat in his chair.

   "Well!" He said brightly.  "What do you want to do?"





   An hour later he got about the tenth text from Marissa.  He pulled
himself up from his bed, leaving Missy laying on her side.  They had been
kissing, and he had been having good time.

   "Missy, would you excuse me, I need to reply to this."

   "Who is it, James?"

   He decided the simplest thing at this point was just to tell the truth.
If she couldn't handle it, it was better to know now.

   "Missy.  It's a girl that I met at camp last summer.  She thinks I'm her
boyfriend or something.  She texts me like fifty times a day."

   Missy giggled, not seeming to be to bothered by what he'd told her. 
Good, he thought.

   "James.  Where did you go?"

   "It was place called Happy Valley." He replied absently, texting
Marissa.

   "What kind of camp?  A sports camp?"

   "It was a," He caught himself just in time, then thought again, what the
hell.  If she can't handle it, better to know now.  "It was a nudist
resort."

   Missy sat for a few moments like she hadn't heard him correctly. 
Finally she said slowly, "A...  nudist...  resort?"

   He nodded.

   "James.  You are full of surprises." Her face had a far-away look on it.
"I have never met anyone who went...  to a nudist resort..."

   He laughed silently.  She seemed to be taking it well.

   "James.  You saw this girl there?  You saw her naked?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "Really.  How interesting.  Do you like her more than me?"

   "Missy, it's not about that, not yet.  Don't worry about her, I won't
see her until next summer, if then.  Let's just be friends first, okay?"

   "Okay." She seemed almost let down.  "Can we still kiss?"

   He laughed, and she finally joined him.  "Of course we can." He sat back
beside her, and gave her a kiss, just to show her.

   Twenty minutes later, he was almost to what he considered second base.
He had her shirt off, and he was worrying with her bra fastener, his hands
behind her as he kissed her.  She seemed comfortable with it until he got
it unfastened.  Then she demurely held her bra to her breasts and sat up.

   "James...  I'm not really...  that kind of girl."

   Oh, just the kind that asks to see a guy's cock, he thought to himself.
Patiently he waited for her to get ready.

   Hell.  He'd just asked her.

   "Missy." He said, laughing.  "What kind of girl are you?  You asked to
see my dick yesterday, remember?"

   She had the grace to look embarrassed.  "Well, James, that was
different. I was just checking up on a rumor."

   He laughed some more.  That was a pretty weak excuse.

   "Darling." He said.  "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I
want to be your friend, Missy.  I wouldn't ever make you do something
against your wishes." Although, he thought to himself, although you did
tell me yesterday you'd show me yours.

   That seemed to satisfy her.  She looked mischievous.  "Come here, you."
She said.  He went there.

   They kissed for another fifteen minutes, her bra finally falling
completely off.  She didn't seem to notice.  His hand crept up and began to
caress her beautiful breast.  Jeezus, she was fine.  Her breast was all
nipple!  he thought, squeezing it, testing the hardness of it.  He hoped
she was turned on.  Her tits felt like she was.

   Missy realized her estimations of James were all wrong.  She'd just
thought he was some country bumpkin, until she heard the rumors about his
dick.  His admission of going to a nudist camp was even more incredible. 
Now he seemed like some sophisticated man-of-the-world to her.  She was
glad she'd been bold enough to pursue him, although she didn't really know
what to do with him now that she'd gotten him.  Missy was a fox.  Everybody
knew she was a fox.  She knew she was a fox.  But, her life wasn't really
all it appeared to be.  Her home life was not enjoyable at all.  As
attractive as she was, she'd never actually had a real boyfriend before. 
Deep inside, sometimes, she felt like she was a tiny little ugly elf,
running a large beautiful machine.  She knew guys liked her.  Heck, some
girls had even liked her.  The intensity of guys frightened her, at times.
That was part of James's appeal to her.  James seemed thoughtful, gentle...
mellow or something...  she honestly liked James, for more than just his
big dick.  In fact, Missy didn't know why she was attracted to his dick. 
She'd had little experience with dicks before...  except for...  she didn't
go there.  Anyway, James just seemed like an all-around nice guy.  An
all-around nice guy, with a big dick.

   She realized with a start that James was caressing her naked breast. 
She started to sit up, and say something, but it felt good.  He squeezed
and rubbed.  This must be normal stuff for him.  He'd probably squeezed all
over that other girl.  I mean, they'd seen each other naked.  Surely they
had sex, too.

   "James." She said primly.  "That other girl.  Did you have sex with
her?"

   He sighed.  "Yes, Missy, I'm not going to lie to you.  I did."

   She was impressed, in spite of herself.  "It must be just sex, sex sex
at the nudist camp.  I mean, all those people walking around, naked.  Did
people just...  do it...  where you could see them?"

   "Missy.  It's not like that at all.  People are very...  relaxed, or
something, true...  but they act just like people.  They are just people.
Just people without clothes." Although, truth be told, it kind of was just
sex, sex sex for James at Happy Valley.  But he knew that wasn't why most
people went there.

   "You are so lucky, James.  Your mom must be really hip.  James.  Did you
see your mom naked?"

   "Of course...  I mean, it was a nudist camp..." He didn't want to go any
further than that with Missy.  She seemed to be taking all this pretty
well, but he was not going to casually mention to her, yes, Missy, also,
I'm fucking my mother.

   "Jeezus, I cannot imagine...  I cannot even imagine..." She seemed very
distant for a moment.  He gave her boob a tentative squeeze.  She didn't
even seem to notice.

   "James." Missy turned slightly and regarded him with huge brown eyes. 
"James...  I'm still a...  a virgin..."

   He was silent for a moment, not sure what response she wished to provoke
with that admission.  Finally he took his hands off her wonderful boobs,
and hugged her.

   "Missy.  So what.  There's nothing wrong with that.  It just means
you're waiting for the right person to come along."

   Tears welled up in her eyes.  "I know, James.  I know.  Thank you. 
Thank you for being so sweet."

   They hugged for the longest time.  Her warm, topless body felt good in
his arms.  She was a wonderful girl, but now he realized that the image of
her that the world saw was very different from the real her.  She had
seemed like a scared little girl for a few moments, instead of a foxy,
self-secure teenage girl.  He realized that as much as the love, as much as
the lust he felt for her, he felt sorry for her, also.  He wasn't really
sure why, but he felt sorry for her.

   James looked at the clock.  His mother would be home in twenty minutes.

   "Missy.  Darling.  Please stay for dinner.  My mom would love to have
you, I'm sure.  Please?"





   James realized that Jessica, without any intention of it, was very
intimidating to Missy.  Just like she had been to Marissa.  Damn.  He
wanted his women to get along.  He was proud of Missy, proud to show her to
his mom.  He knew his mom wouldn't feel threatened by her.  He knew his mom
would like her.  Hell, after what he had seen the other night, his mom
would probably want to make it with her, like he did.  Maybe...  his mental
eyes lit up, thinking of the three of them.  If he could ever somehow break
the news to Missy about him and his mom.  Probably not.

   Anyway, dinner went fine, James and Missy went and got a pizza that his
mom called in, and they sat and talked and ate.  Missy finally became
herself and warmed up to his mom a bit, to his pleasure.

   "Well, James..." She finally said.  "It's been fun, really, but I think
I need to go home."

   James took her home in the car, and they sat in her driveway for a while
and talked.  She seemed comfortable with him.  They seemed like old friends
now.  He kissed her gently, and she got out.  He waved and carefully drove
away.  This was going nicely, he thought.





   "James, your girlfriend is very beautiful." His mother said.  "She's
very sweet."

   "Yes, mom.  She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend.  She's got a
lot of issues or something, I think.  I dunno if she'll ever be my
girlfriend."

   "Well, she's very sweet, like I said.  James.  Be aware that she might
not be on the pill."

   "Mom.  Nothing like that has happened.  I'm not sure if it ever will."

   "Well, like I said, just be aware.  Be careful."

   "Yes, I will."

   He walked up behind her as she sat on a bar stool.  He reached beneath
her arms, and cupped his hands protectively around her breasts.  She felt
his hot breath in her ear.

   "Mom.  You are my girlfriend.  You are my life.  I love you."

   She laughed, and put her hands over his.  "You are my life, too, James.
I love you."





   That night they lay in bed, in each other's arms.  James was silent,
thoughtful, introspective.  Jessica gave him space, and snuggled deeper in
his grasp, hugging him to her body.  How long can I hold onto him like
this? she thought.  How long do I dare?  Jessica was not a jealous person.
She knew she could easily share him.  She knew if she had to, she could
even give him up, although that would hurt her more than she had ever been
hurt in her life.  Shit.  It had been a relief when Dean had walked away.
Even though he left her stuck raising his kid.  Life was a breath of fresh
air, when Dean left.

   How many more nights would she get to lay here, in James's arms, she
wondered?  How long was she going to be enough for him?  She confronted her
future, and tried to be objective.  She knew she wouldn't have James
forever.  She shouldn't, even.  He was young, half her age.  He had his own
life to live.  She had already taken more from him that she ever deserved,
more than she should have.  She knew she had a powerful hold over James,
just from the sex angle.  And he did truly seem to love her, deeply.  Of
course he did.  Any young boy would.  Jessica knew she was sexy and
attractive.  Most young boys would probably be fucking their mothers, if
they all looked and more importantly acted like me, Jessica realized. 
Boys? Hell, boys fucked goats sometimes.  Surely any half-way decent
looking mom was incredibly desirable, compared to a goat.

   She dug deeper, surprising herself.  What was her attraction to James?
Why had it happened, this way?  Even though he wasn't her natural son,
mothers and sons usually did not do the kind of things that she and James
were doing.  Was it just Dean's memories, Dean's ghost, pulling her
strings? Was her overpowering attraction to James because of unresolved
Dean issues?  Shit.  She hoped it was more than just that.  She hoped it
was for more than just his big cock...  although, that had seemed to start
the ball rolling...  she knew she deeply loved James, and he her...  but
parents and children all over the world deeply loved each other, and did
not have sex.

   She hesitantly confronted another ghost from her past, wondering if it
had been the start of this, of her sexual relationship with James.  She had
gone through a period of intense...  something she just thought of as
"loss", when Dean had left.  She had hated Dean by then, for the things he
had done to her.  She was relieved and overjoyed when he left, but she felt
the loss, also.  She had hoped for great things for her and Dean for so
long, long after it became apparent he had no interest in great things. 
Just getting his pole polished.  His big long pole.  Anyway, there was a
time...  a year or two after he left, when James was maybe four...  she had
done it the first time on impulse, and after that just because it was fun.
She had laid him down in his little bed at bedtime, and taken his small
penis in her mouth, and sucked on him.  He seemed to enjoy it as much as
she did.  That went on for maybe a year, and she had truly enjoyed it,
enjoyed the feeling of his small cock in her mouth.  Sometimes she had even
masturbated as she did it, and sometimes not.  She had finally stopped out
of guilt, and fear that he would be old enough to remember.  He didn't seem
to, surely, by now, he would have said something about it if he did.  She
didn't have the nerve to bring it up, not now, in spite of how open they
seemed to be about everything.  She knew, because of that, that she had
some issues about it, still laying in her mind, dusty and covered with
cobwebs, but unresolved.

   How peculiar, she thought, that back then James's little cock didn't
give any hint of the giant it was going to grow up to be.  Of course, she
didn't have access to other young boys to compare it too, but it just
seemed normal sized back then.  Even when he got cute little baby boners.
She remembered one morning he came to her with a cute little piss boner,
his little cock standing out a good two inches, and he said, "Mama, it
hurts, it hurts..." She had taken it right then and there in her mouth,
finally realizing he needed to urinate, and then taking him again in her
mouth when he was done, sucking as it slowly went down.  She was amazed,
after all these years, to feel guilt over that.  Did I start it then?  Did
I dictate his future when I took his little four year old cock in my mouth?

   "Mom." James spoke, his voice somber and serious.  Oh god, thought
Jessica.  Is this it?  Will I wonder this ever time he speaks my name?  Is
he going to end it, here and now?  Is tonight my last night?

   "Yes, dear."

   "I saw Robert at school today.  He said to tell you that Anthelea wants
us all to go out, Friday night.  Back to the city, like we did that time."

   Jessica breathed a mental sigh of relief.  She was being silly.

   "Sure, yes.  That sounds like fun.  They have just filled the river back
up, maybe we can take a boat ride or something."

   "Yeah."

   She rolled over, facing him, his arm beneath her.  She wanted him so
bad, but more than that, she wanted to hold onto him.  Forever, she
thought, with a catch in her throat.  He was her life.  She said that so
often, but oh, how she felt it now.  How could she live without him?  How
could she go on?  How could she even want to go on?

   James felt his mother trembling in his arms, and knew that she was in
the grip of something powerful.  He felt a wave of love, of tenderness for
her break over him.  He loved her so much.  She was his life.  How did it
come to this, he thought.  This thing between us...  how many parents and
children feel it, but don't act on it...  how many do?  What I have with
her would be rare and magical, even if we weren't mother and child.  The
strength of what we have is, I'm sure, rare in this world.  I would way
more than just simply die for her, and she me.  I know it, I feel it.  He
felt like he could almost read her mind, at times, that he was communing
with her on a higher plane of consciousness than most people ever reached.
Their silences, even, spoke volumes to each other sometimes, as the old
saying went.  Our minds, James and Jessica both thought, at about the same
time, our minds, our souls are fucking.  Somewhere, in another dimension,
on a spiritual plane of existence that we don't get a glimpse of while
alive, if ever, our souls are fucking.

   Slowly she raised her head up, and their lips touched.  The kiss, gentle
at first, became pressing, insistent...  then bruising and crushing... 
they tasted each other's blood, in their mouths...  she crawled on top of
James's nude body, higher and higher, until she felt his hard penis,
jutting high from his body, nestling into the space between her thighs. 
She sat, hard, feeling his dry cock penetrate her wetness, plunging to the
end of her vagina and into her cervix.  She loved the feel of his long cock
inside her.  She lived for this.  All her worries faded.  She knew he still
loved her.  He always would.  She pumped, hard, and felt the cap of his
dick rubbing the walls of her vagina.  She could plunge ten inches, from
top to bottom, without worrying about his cock falling out of her.  It was
exhausting to move that far, over and over, but oh it was so worth it.  She
felt sorry for the women whos men had normal sized or short dicks.  This
was worth a million bucks.  Oh god, oh god.  She could do this all night.
She had, before.

   James still felt her emotions, and saw them mirrored on her face.  He
felt for her, and wondered if she was having problems at work.  He knew
they didn't have any problems.  His mother was alright with Marissa.  She
was alright with Missy.  She knows I'm not going anywhere, not for some
silly old girl, he thought.  When I have this?  How could I give up this?
Surely she can't be worried about...  us...

   Jessica fucked James harshly for a long time.  He had a hard time
holding back because of the stimulation of her body on top of him, and the
feeling of her tight cunt sucking his cock in and out in long, long
strokes, as she slammed into him.  She finally slowed, and became gentle,
almost apologetic, it felt like.  He knew she liked it hard sometimes,
though, and he was glad to give it to her hard.  He would do anything to
make her happy.  I will do anything except give her up to make her happy,
he thought.  But he knew by now that she would never require that.  What's
going to happen when she's sixty and I'm...  let's see...  I'm forty three?
he wondered.  Will she still be as sexy to me?  Will we still fuck?  By
then, we might be just simply "making love" instead of fucking.  Or, if
worse comes to worse, we will be "having intercourse"?  He hoped it never
got that mundane.  He wanted to fuck forever, to feel this way forever,
this strength and intensity, the way he felt right now.  He felt like, in
fact, that he could still love her more, that he had room for even more. 
Where will it end, where will it all end, he thought.

   Jessica came, hard, and she screamed in pleasure and anguish at the same
time, tears filling her eyes.  She loved him so much.  She wept for the
future, the future that would somehow manage to steal him from her, if
nothing else, just from old age.  I never should have loved this hard, she
thought.  But I didn't know the risks.  She lay on top of him, genuinely
crying now, dripping tears onto his face and neck.  James felt fear for a
moment, fear for her, and fear of the unknown.  But, he was secure in his
love for her, and her love for him.  He hugged her close and murmured to
her, trying to comfort her.  She finally slowed and stopped, sniffling and
hiccuping, and he gently kissed her.

   "There, there, darling..." He said.

   "I'm sorry, James.  I didn't mean to frighten you."

   "You didn't.  Don't worry, darling.  Everything's okay."

   "I know it is.  It's just...  too much, sometimes.  I think I thought
too hard.  Something snapped.  I'm okay, now."

   He laughed softly.  He loved her, in that tiny pinpoint of a moment,
more than he had ever loved her yet.  This is our omega point, he thought.
It's totally exponential from here on out.  He gently kissed her, and
cupped his hands around her face.

   "Go to sleep, darling." He said.  "Go to sleep.  Everything will be
alright in the morning."





   Damn.  Still no street party.  The four of them were disappointed,
although Anthelea had missed the street party, so she didn't know what she
had missed.  They wandered down to the riverside, had some ice cream, and
paid a ridiculous price for a motorized boat ride.  Jessica sat in the seat
beside James, her head on his chest, and James felt a burst of pride for
her, thinking how sexy she looked tonight.  She was wearing that little
skirt again, and god, was she ever sexy.  He did not understand the
mathematics of sexiness, but he knew it when he saw it.  And she had it. 
And she's mine, all mine, he thought, rubbing his mental hands together
like the villain in some bad black and white movie.

   Anthelea was pure foxy tonight, too, he thought.  She had sexy little
wire glasses on, instead of the big clunkers.  Her hair was down, cascading
over her bare shoulders.  She had on a tube top, kind of retro-looking, and
a white stretchy skirt thing.  Anthelea had surprised them all, even
Jessica, as she came further and further out of her shell.  Hell, he
thought, she doesn't even have a shell anymore.  It's gone.  Her and Robert
made quite a couple, they didn't look the slightest bit mismatched, they
looked like a young couple in love.  They were a young couple in love.

   James was secure in his love for his mom.  And in her love for him.  He
boldly met the questioning eyes of a dozen men, sending them mental
keep-away messages, and imagined he could see the disappointment in their
eyes.  Everybody wants her.  She's mine.  Keep away.  You don't have a
goddam chance, anyway.

   Jessica lazily raised her head and kissed him, a long, sloppy,
open-mouthed kiss.  He knew people were watching.  He knew people weren't
idiots.  An older woman, kissing a young boy like him...  what would they
think?  He thought it was funny.  He knew what the guys thought, at least.
The guys were jealous.

   The boat ride ended, and they got off.  A little ways further down was a
place to rent row boats, and his mother dragged them down there, and began
haggling with the guy that ran it.  She got them a boat for a crazy low
price, but the rental guy still had a smile on his face.

   "James.  You row." Said his mother.  They all climbed aboard the boat,
and after an endless lecture from the boat guy, he cast them off.  James
clumsily rowed them away from the dock, into the dark water.

   "Jessica, that poor man." Said Anthelea.  "He has a family to feed for
all we know."

   "Don't worry, I was giving him a beaver shot the whole time he was
talking." Said Jessica.  "We gave him more than just money."

   James laughed and shook his head.  He knew his mom wasn't wearing
panties, he had fingered her in the car and discovered that earlier.  He
figured she was planning ahead for something.

   James finally got the hang of rowing, and they moved out into the river
proper, from the canal.

   "James.  Stop under this bridge." Said Jessica.  He took them to the
middle of the bridge and shipped the oars, and the boat coasted to a stop
quickly.  It was dark on the river, in spite of the riverlights, and it was
really dark under the bridge.  Cars and trucks thundered over their heads.
Jessica stood carefully, trying not to rock the boat.

   "Okay, James." Jessica said.  "Please get your cock out.  I will sit in
your lap, and you may fuck me as you row."

   James and Robert snorted with laughter.  Anthelea shook her head.

   "Jessica, dear." Anthelea said.  "Your brain must work overtime thinking
this stuff up."

   "Necessity is the mother of invention, children." Jessica said.  James
shook his head also.  He gingerly unzipped his pants and pulled his
half-hard dick out.  Jessica carefully moved over to him, and slowly
lowered herself into his lap.

   "Are you hard, darling?" His mother asked.  He nodded, and gripped her
firm, bare bottom under her skirt, raising her up a little, carefully
sliding his now-hard dick into her pussy, a few inches at a time.  God she
felt good, he thought, turned on by the naughtiness of what they were
doing. Jessica re-arranged her skirt modestly.

   "Ann darling...  aren't you and Robert going to join the party?" Jessica
asked.  Anthelea looked around nervously.  She hesitantly reached beneath
her skirt and pulled her panties down, causing the boat to rock
dangerously. "Oh goodness." She said.  Finally she carefully stood, her
panties around her ankles, and Robert scooted to the center of the wooden
seat.  She cautiously sat on his lap, and slowly lowered herself, wiggling
around as he slowly forced himself into her body.

   Jessica and James were securely linked, now, locked together, and James
took the oars and gave them an experimental pull.  As his body moved
backward his dick slid a little further into his mother, and as he moved
forwards it slid out slightly.

   "Oh, yes." Said Jessica.  "That is very nice.  Take us on a little
voyage, captain."

   There wasn't much Anthelea and Robert could do but sit there, her in his
lap, facing Jessica and James.  Robert pumped his hips up and down as best
he could.  He wasn't sure if that was enough to get Anthelea off, but he
hoped it was.  His dick felt great in her, at least.  James knew that
Jessica was getting off, he could tell from her sighs and wiggling that she
was enjoying the sensations.  He pulled the oars a little harder, sending
them out from under the bridge, and across the water.  He heard voices and
looked up, to see people lining the bridge, looking down at them.  Jessica
waved, and a few people waved back.  James looked at Anthelea.  Her face
was bright red.  She seemed to be saying "Oh goodness oh goodness" Over and
over.  He laughed.

   They went the whole length of the river, to the locks, and turned around
there.  Shortly after they turned around, thankfully, James thought, in the
deserted end of the river, Jessica had her orgasm, and her yip echoed off
the concrete walls of the lock.  A few bored night workers watched them
depart, back to the busy end of the river, and James wondered if the guys
were close enough to tell what was going on.  He hoped they just looked
like two innocent couples out on the river, the girls sitting in their
laps. No, he didn't.  He hoped they looked like they were fucking.

   "James.  Stop." He stopped rowing, and the boat slowed to a stop. 
Jessica sat motionless on his lap for a few moments.

   "Anthelea, darling..." Jessica said.  "I wouldn't offend you for the
world, dear...  but I noticed you haven't got to come yet...  ask Robert if
he would mind if you and I changed places and you can sit in James's lap on
the trip back.  It really is quite...  stimulating."

   Anthelea turned bright red, almost glowing in the darkness.  She
squirmed and wiggled around on Robert's lap, her eyes almost desperate. 
Finally he leaned forward and began whispering in her ear.  She listened
for a while, and squirmed some more, and finally nodded.

   "Well..." she finally said, turning back to look at Robert again.  "Are
you sure?"

   "Of course, darling.  Of course." Robert said, smiling at her.

   Anthelea stood cautiously, sliding Robert's still hard cock out of her
pussy with a barely audible squishy noise.  She and Jessica slowly traded
places, holding on to each other, careful of the rocking boat.  Jessica
sank into Robert's lap with a satisfied sigh, sliding his hard cock up
inside of her body.  Just like the old days, she thought, happy.  Anthelea
took a little longer to get situated, turning around, and sitting
carefully. James took her fine smooth ass in his eager hands, and guided
her down onto his cock.  She was tight, god, she was tight.  Her body
weight finally sank her down on his rigid cock.  How did Robert stand it?
He almost wondered if she was too tight.  It felt like his dick was turning
inside out.  She's as tight as Kat.  Jeezus.  His dick wasn't that much
thicker than Robert's...

   Finally Anthelea was all the way down.  He was in.  James thought he was
going to come, but he relaxed as hard as he could, and kept from it.  Then
he gave the boat a row.  Oh shit.  He held back, though, somehow.  Anthelea
sat in his lap, stiff as a board.  Finally, as they got back in the
populated area of the river, she seemed to loosen up and enjoy herself. 
James was excited to fuck her, he had loved her from a distance over the
last month, knowing she was Robert's woman, and he understood her shyness.
It was fun for him to get to fuck her finally.  And by now she seemed to be
enjoying it.  Her dress, a little white stretchy skirt, was much shorter
than Jessica's, and he looked down to see the whole side of her upper thigh
and most of her ass hanging out.  People aren't going to have to work too
hard to figure out what's going on with us, he thought.

   On the way back, they passed a few boats on the dark river, and Jessica
happily waved at the people.  James was rock hard hard, deep in Anthelea,
pumping her slowly as he rowed.  She began to sigh, and hiccup.  He heard a
little growl from her at one point.

   "No further, James." His mother said, making a turn around motion.  He
turned the boat around and rowed back to the lock, where he turned around
again.  They had to do that twice before Anthelea came, but James didn't
mind.  Another boat was maybe two hundred feet away as she growled and
wailed, her animal noises echoing across the water.  James and Jessica
giggled, and Robert just shook his head.  Robert loved her more that moment
than ever, was desperately proud of her, and was proud that he could share
her with James.  James had shared so much with him, especially Jessica. 
Robert still loved Jessica as much as he ever had, and was glad to get to
fuck her again.  He knew at any time all he'd have to do was ask, but he
didn't want to risk offending Anthelea, although he almost thought it
wouldn't bother her.  He knew she'd say yes to him if he ever asked her if
he could fuck Jessica, no matter what she thought, just because she was
sweet and unselfish.  She did still have some hang-ups, though.  She was
trying very hard, he knew.  He just hadn't wanted to risk it yet, he loved
her so much.  Anyway, getting to fuck Jessica was a bittersweet moment for
him.  Just like the old days, they both thought at the same time, as he
slowly and gently pumped her cunt.  Just like the old days.

   Anthelea finally leaned back against James, breathing heavily.  James
had stopped rowing so he could cup her beautiful little orange-sized
breasts in his hands.  He rubbed and squeezed them, feeling her hard huge
nipples through her tube-top, and she moaned with pleasure.  She finally
said, "Goodness.  Fu-u-uck." and James and Jessica started giggling again.

   Anthelea raised her eyebrow at Jessica.  "Jessica dear.  Your skirt is
riding up.  I can see your pooh-see." They giggled all the way back to the
bridge.  They stopped under the bridge, and his mother slid Robert out of
her pussy as she stood and turned.

   "You poor boys, you haven't got to come yet." Said Jessica.  "James,
Robert...  maybe we can work something out for you two..."

   Robert's hard cock was still standing straight up.  Jessica looked up
and down the river, and then bent at the waist, leaning forwards, and took
Robert in her mouth.  He squeezed his prostate, and tried to come quickly.
The sensations from his dick were...  intense...  I forgot how good she is,
he thought.

   Anthelea turned and knelt in the floor of the boat, at James's feet.  He
was shocked at how ready she seemed to be.  He was surprised she had been
willing to fuck him, and even more surprised she was now willing to suck
him.  He had always been friendly with her, and even fucked his mom
standing beside her that time...  he just wouldn't have thought she was
ready for something like this.  She smiled at him, a friendly smile, not
exactly a lustful smile, but it was good enough for him, and he smiled
back, loving her as much as he dared.  She leaned forward, and took his
cock in her mouth.  It was immediately obvious she was not the seasoned
veteran that Jessica was, but she was a pretty good cocksucker, James
decided.  She made up for lack of technique with spirit and vacuum.

   The boys both came quickly.  James had to admit he was pretty turned on
just by the fucking in plain sight thing, much less getting to fuck
Anthelea.  And now getting sucked by her.  He pumped her sweet mouth full
of semen, steaming hot semen, and then bent down and kissed her, tasting
his sperm on her lips, and thanked her.  She grinned back shyly and nodded.
Robert finally finished up, grunting and groaning, and Jessica sat back. 
Anthelea burped daintly and wiped her mouth, drawing another round of
giggles from everyone.  James carefully rowed them to the boat dock, and
the boatman greeted them, and helped the ladies off the boat.

   They walked down the dark street, back to their car.  James stopped and
examined his hands under a streetlight.

   "Holy shit!  I've got blisters like a motherfucker!" He exclaimed in
horror.

   "You are a motherfucker, dipshit." Said Robert.

   "Oh you poor baby!" Jessica said.  "This is all my fault!  No more
jackurbating for you, young man.  I will have to take care of you."

   "Shit." It had been worth it, though.

   "Fu-u-uck." Said Anthelea.  "I left my panties in the boat."





   That Monday, after school, James entertained Missy again.  Then Tuesday,
and Wednesday.  Thursday followed, and finally Friday.  Ever day James felt
like he was getting a little further with her, drawing her out of her
invisible shell.  Friday she stripped her shirt and bra off almost as soon
as they were in the door.  He decided to try for second-and-a-half base,
and crept his hand up under her skirt.  She froze, and he removed it. 
Later he tried again, and she froze again.

   "James." She stopped kissing him, and sat up primly on the edge of his
bed.  "James, dear James, I have some things I must tell you.  Hard things.
Please listen."

   He sat up obediently, and gave her his full attention.

   "James...  I have...  problems...  at home.  My father, my father..."
She couldn't seem to go any further.  He waited patiently.  She tried
again. "My father..."

   "Missy, darling." He turned to her and took her in his arms, holding
her, hugging her.  What the hell, he thought, was the man molesting her, or
what?

   "Darling, you don't have to say anything.  It's okay.  You can tell me
later." They squeezed together, and he realized that she was crying.  Damn.

   He lay her back, and lay beside her.  He held her for ten minutes while
she cried.  She finally slowed and stopped, snuffling and hiccuping.  He
kissed her gently.  He figured the playing around for the day was ended. 
Oh well.

   "James." She sat up again, and he followed.  "James, I must tell you
this, before we go any further.  If you are part of my life, you need to
know.  My father...  my father...  does things to me.  Unpleasant things.
James, look."

   She stood, and turned, and lifted her short skirt.  She pulled her
panties down, and he stared at her fine ass.

   "This is why I can't take showers in gym class sometimes." She said. 
Her beautiful ass was covered with thick red welts, the skin puffing up,
like blisters, almost.  He could feel the heat from it.  Bad heat, not good
heat.

   "Sweet jeezus," James breathed, horrified.  "Goddam, Missy...  I had no
idea..."

   "No one does, James." She said, pulling her panties back up and dropping
her skirt.  "Not even my own mother knows."

   "Missy...  why...  why the fuck does he do that?"

   "He did that one because he saw you kiss me in your car the other day.
That was my second, Uhm, "treatment", as he calls it, because of that
kiss."

   "Oh, sweet jeezus." James felt tears welling up in his eyes, and his
voice became all trembly.  He felt responsible, and horrible.

   "Oh, poor baby.  Poor, poor baby" Was all he could think to say to her.
He hugged her tightly to his body, wanting to protect her and shield her.

   "There's even more to it than that." Her voice was hard, unemotional. 
"I can feel him, when he whips me.  I can feel his...  organ.  It gets hard
and he rubs it on me, on my stomach...  and other areas."

   She had told James earlier that her father was the pastor of a large
local congregation.  He suddenly hated the man with all the fury he could
blast through his mind.  The bastard.  The double-dealing fucking bastard.
How dare he.

   "James.  He's had me on the pill for years, just to protect his
reputation, as he puts it.  He thinks I'm a bad girl.  He calls me a "slut
of Satan" sometimes.  I don't do anything, James, I never have.  I've done
more with you than any guy I ever knew.  Way more.  But he thinks the worst
of me.  He always has.  I can't please him, even when I try.  I've just
stopped trying, now..."

   James did begin crying then, to his embarrassment and pride.  He knew it
would endear him to her, but that was not why he did it.  He felt
genuinely, completely sorry for her, more than he had anyone in his life.
He wanted to help her, to protect her, to shield her.  He wanted to kill
the bastard that had hurt her.

   "Oh, James!" Missy said, hugging him.  He hugged her back, and they held
each other for half an hour, sitting on his bed, hugging and rocking and
sometimes crying.  James had never had an experience like it in his life.





   That night, as soon as she got home, he poured his heart out to his mom,
telling her the whole story, trying to describe the horrific welts on the
poor girl's ass.  He had taken Missy home, letting her out a block away,
not daring to take a chance on getting her whipped again.  His mother
became quiet, and hard, he thought.

   "James.  I know you love this girl, and feel very sorry for her.  So do
I.  But you must be very careful about your involvement in this situation.
I am not saying to stop being her friend, don't you dare do that.  But be
very careful."

   "I know, mom, I know.  But what can I do?"

   "I don't know, James.  I really don't know.  I might consider talking to
the man, if I didn't fear that it would make him more hostile towards her.
Actually, the best thing might be if she were to show these scars to law
enforcement, and get them involved.  The law is our friend, sometimes,
James."

   "Shit.  Shit shit shit." He felt frustrated and powerless.  He didn't
want Missy to have to stay another day at her house, with that man.  How
unfair, how unfair for her.  He felt another wave of sympathy wash over
him.

   "If she could just come live with us." He finally said, knowing that was
impossible.  His mom laughed, humorlessly.

   "That would be nice, James.  But you know it's impossible.  We have to
be careful, like I said, about our involvement in this."

   "I know, I know.  I just feel so bad!" He said.





   Later that night, in the dark, wrapped in his mother's arms, James cried
again.  His mother squeezed him tightly and whispered things to him.  He
couldn't understand what she said, but he knew she was sympathetic.  He
finally finished sniffling, and rolled her over on her back, and crawled on
top of her.  He waited impatiently for his dick to get hard, helping it
along a bit, and finally entered her carefully, gently.  They made long
slow comfortable love, and it finally turned from "making love" into
genuine "fucking." He pounded away at her, slamming her body, shaking her
on the bed beneath him.  They came simultaneously, gasping and groaning,
and he was glad; he knew he couldn't hold it any longer.  He lay on top of
her, lazily, as sweat dried on his back and ass.  They kissed.  He thought
about Missy, and tears came in his eyes again.

   "Mom." He said.  She said something, her mouth muffled against his neck.
"Mom.  We have to do something.  I have to do something.  I can't let this
go on.  I just cannot allow it."

   "James." His mother sighed.  "James, I trust you to do the right thing.
Just please, for god's sake, be careful.  If you are right about her
father, he is a powerful man.  He could hurt you, not the way he's hurt
her, but he could hurt you.  And...  I feel like I need to say this. 
James. Our life together...  doesn't need any public scrutiny...  for us to
continue as we are, we need privacy.  Deep, dark privacy, more than most
people need...  do you understand?"

   "Yes, mom.  Yes, I do."

   "James...  If you are willing." Her voice caught, and she stopped for a
moment.  "If you are willing to give up what we have...  I will follow you,
I will respect your wishes, if you want to fight him.  But at this point,
we need to be very very careful.  In another two years, it won't matter, we
can do what we wish, and people can only be...  disgusted by us, by our
relationship.  As it stands now, if people find out, and the law gets
involved, at the very least we'll be separated.  At worst I'll go to
prison."

   Jessica didn't actually know if you could go to prison or not for
fucking your own child, but she knew how public sentiment, and that of law
enforcement, would probably go.

   "Mom.  I understand.  I'll be...  careful...  I will let you know if I
do anything, I'll ask your advice first.  If it affects us especially."

   They were silent, and she finally reached up in the darkness and kissed
him.  She knew right where his mouth was, she could feel his breath on her
cheek.

   "James.  I love you." She said simply, he kissed her back hard,
desperately.

   "Mom...  I love you...  I would never take a chance on losing you...  I
can't live without you..."

   An hour later they were finally asleep.





   Saturday afternoon, James called Missy, and picked her up that evening
as she walked away from her house.  He figured that she wouldn't mind his
mom tagging along, it wasn't really a "date" date, he had just asked her if
she wanted to go out to eat with them.  And he wanted to be with his mom,
he loved his mom, he was comfortable with her, and he didn't want her to
feel left out.  He had promised himself long ago that he would never shut
her out of his life, and he tried his best to keep that promise.  Plus, he
wanted to show some solidarity to Missy, that his family was on her side,
and behind her.

   His mom and Missy seemed to get along very well, and his mom seemed warm
and sympathetic to the girl.  He wondered if Missy suspected that he had
told him mom her story, but she didn't seem to be bothered, if she thought
so.  They went to their usual downtown restaurant, and walked out into the
night.  They made their usual pilgrimage to the top of the spire, though
James knew there would be no hanky-panky that night.  They looked out over
the city.  He clasped Missy tightly to him, wishing he could keep her up
there, and keep her problems far far away, down on the ground.  They
departed the building, and wandered around town a bit more, and he had her
back home long before midnight.





   The next Monday at school Missy was absent.  He texted her first chance
he got, and she replied, and said that everything was okay, she just didn't
feel good.  The next day, as they stood together before school, he
deliberately patted her on the ass, and sure enough she flinched away from
him.

   "Missy." The were standing in a little grassy field between the two
buildings.  "Did he do it again?"

   She acted like she didn't want to meet his eye.  "James.  I cannot lie
to you.  Yes."

   "Fuck!  Why?"

   "I was out late without permission, or something.  It's just an excuse,
James."

   "Missy, Missy." He hugged her, oblivious to the school's policy of being
a "No PDA" zone.  He felt like crying again.

   "James.  Get used to it.  I have, almost." She stared at him, almost
defiantly.  "I think anymore he just does it because he likes to do it.  I
think maybe he just likes to see my ass."

   "Darling, seeing your ass is one thing.  Beating on it is another.  It's
just not right.  I mean I'd love to see your ass, but I'm not gonna... 
abuse it..."

   They walked to her next class.

   "Missy." He said, remember what his mom had said.  "Have you thought of
going to the cops about this?  Do you think they could help you?"

   She was quiet for a while.  Finally, she said, "They would probably put
me in foster care.  I guess, I don't know.  They might have to, I'm sure it
would enrage him.  Or maybe they'd just send somebody to look at my ass
every week.  Anyway, I don't think I could do it, for my mom's sake.  I
think my presence there...  distracts him from her, sometimes..."

   "Jeezus, Missy, does he beat her, too?"

   "No...  he is not abusive to her physically...  but they are not
exactly...  happy together.  But he has his reputation to consider...  she
is kind of stuck there, with him."

   "He sure as hell has a reputation with me." James said, rage burning
inside.

   "James.  My father is a very...  powerful man.  Don't get in his way. 
He would make mincemeat out of you.  I've seen it happen."

   He was silent, and hugged her again, outside of her classroom.  He felt
a burning frustration inside.  He had to do something.  Something had to be
done.  Surely, something could be done.

   The week passed.  James was very careful not to do or think up anything
that might get Missy in trouble.  She continued to come over to his house
after school, and they wrestled around in his room like young lovebirds. 
One day she wore a skirt to school, and later that afternoon, he gently
slid his hand higher and higher beneath it as they kissed, sliding along
the silky smoothness of her leg, until he felt the heat of her panty-clad
pussy.  Pay dirt, he thought, letting his hand casually rest there for a
while.  I'm in, I'm in.  He remembered that she still owed him a peek. 
I'll get that peek, someday, he thought.  He didn't stroke her pussy much,
just enough to let her know he'd been there, and finally he took her home,
early, before her father got home.  He carefully sniffed his hand after she
got out, thinking too himself that he could just ever-so slightly smell her
scent.  He went home hard, and jumped his mother when she arrived,
surprising her with his amorous desire.





   That Friday night Jessica made big plans for all of them.  She invited
Robert, Anthelea, Alice and Dylan out to eat with her and James.  Dylan had
accepted the idea of Jessica and James as a couple without a second
thought. It was no different than he and Alice, even considering the age
gap.  Dylan had loved Jessica from a distance all his life, but he had
respected her and the distance between them.  He knew that Jessica loved
him, but not "that way".  He was glad to see them both so happy.  They just
acted like an ordinary young couple in love, and Jessica, always young in
spirit, almost seemed like a teenager at times.  The six of them went to a
new place, and had a fine meal.  Robert and Anthelea were funny together,
and everyone was charmed.  James wondered if it was by chance that all
three of the girls were wearing skirts.  He had a feeling how the evening
would end up, and he wondered what his uncle Dylan would think of it.  He
knew, of course, that Alice and Dylan were a couple now, his mom had told
him as soon as she found out.  He, like Jessica, was glad for them.  Alice
seemed to be livening up and coming out of her shell.  Yet another girl in
a shell, he thought.  Alice seemed to blossom and grow beneath Dylan's
ministrations, becoming an attractive, vibrant healthy young woman, with a
surprising self-confidence to the ones that had known her before.  Bits of
the old Alice still cropped up occasionally, but the new Alice, the fun
strong self-assured Alice was usually in charge now.  Good.

   James tried to have a good time, although he couldn't stop worrying
about Missy.  He wondered where she was, and what she was doing.  At least
I'm not causing her problems, he thought.  He wished she was there with
them.

   Oh shit, thought James later as he stared upward at the spire.  Here we
are again.  What are the chances?  This was almost getting to be routine
for him.

   They filed into the lobby.  The security guard turned, and his face
broke out into a smile.  "Well, well." He said.  "It's the rooftop romeos.
Good evening, children."

   Jessica smiled.  She was probably older than him, even.  She turned to
James.  "James.  Give me your wallet, quick." She slid a twenty out, and
approached the guard's desk.  She went behind it, and stood next to him for
a moment, conscious of the security cameras, and slyly passed him the
money. He took it, surprised, and looked at her blankly.

   She walked back to stand by James.  She looked at the guard's badge. 
"Don, Don.  Our good friend Don."

   The guy laughed.

   "We are going up on the roof for a while, Don.  Thank you for looking
after us so well."

   "You need to get up there in a hurry." Don said.  "In a few minutes the
elevators are going offline for an hour for a, uhm...  a safety inspection.
You'll have to walk down the stairs if you, uhm..." He stopped for a second
and thought.  "If you get done...  viewing the city...  early."

   "Thank you, Don." Jessica said, smiling at him sweetly.  "It is a
pleasure to meet a true professional.  We will feel even safer, knowing you
are on the job."

   Don sat back in his chair, laughing, as they filed into the elevator.

   The city was beautiful, as it always was.  James almost shivered.  Fall
was just around the corner.  This high, the cool wind blew all around them.
They went to all four corners of the building and looked out at the view,
and finally Jessica strode to the elevator, and pushed the now-dark button.
Nothing happened, no dinger dinged, no lights lit up.  The elevator seemed
truly dead.

   "Good old Don." Jessica said.  "Alice.  Dylan.  We have an hour, Don
said.  There's still the stairs, of course, but we'll go to the other side,
and trust that we can hear the door slam if anyone comes up."

   "Okay..." Dylan and Alice had puzzled looks on both their faces.

   "Kids..." Jessica patiently explained.  "We're going to do what we
always do, at the top of the spire.  We're going to fuck."





   Dylan didn't need much encouragement.  He was a guy, of course.  Alice
did, though, and for a moment Jessica thought even her powerful powers of
persuasion weren't going to be enough.  Finally Alice sighed, and slumped.
Surely, thought Jessica, our little lesbo fest the other night got her
ready for something like this.

   "I don't know if I can do it, but I'll try.  I'll try." Alice said.

   Jessica stripped her thong off, and draped it on James's head.  He put
it on his face like an oxygen mask, with the little crotch right over his
nose.  The other girls followed suit, dropping their panties, Alice a bit
hesitantly, and Jessica lined them up along the railing with Alice in the
middle, and Jessica and Anthelea on either side.  Together the three of
them grasped the high railing.

   "Gentlemen.  Proceed." Jessica said.  The guys were laughing at whole
thing.  Dylan seemed right at home.  He watched, unzipping himself as James
and Robert drew their dicks out.  He stopped, and then slowly proceeded to
pull his own out, determined not to be embarrassed in front of these kids.

   Jeezus, he thought.  Jeezus.  He vaguely remembered Alice's story long
ago about accidentally seeing Dean's dick once at the lake.  She had
described it as a monster, and here he was, looking at James, Dean's son,
looking at James's monster.  Dylan's dick was nothing to be ashamed of, as
a teenager he had measured it once at almost eight inches, and he'd always
measured himself against the guys in the showers.  He'd always thought he
had a larger than average cock, and he did.  But these boys.  Jeezus.  He
turned to face Alice.  James was already in Jessica, pushing slowly,
wetting his cock with her juices.  Robert was rubbing his cock around on
the outside of Anthelea's cunt.  Dylan placed his hands on Alice's ass, and
leaned forward, putting his mouth to her ear.

   "Are you okay, darling?" He asked, and she nodded shyly and laughed. 
She seemed to be okay.  He was surprised that she'd go for something like
this, she was still kind of shy at times.  Maybe she was getting over it.
That she could do this, fuck in public in a group like this, said a lot for
her new-found self-confidence.

   Dylan backed up, and brought his now-hard dick to the entrance of her
vagina.  Her cunt, he thought, her cunt.  Prissy old ladies have vaginas.
Little girls like Kat have cute little pussies, and foxy big girls, like my
Alice, have cunts.  He loved her cunt.  He had licked it for an hour last
night.  Then he had fucked it for an hour.  Alice had a sweet cunt.  He
realized how turned on he was, and wondered if he could hold back until she
came.

   James was happy.  His mother's cunt felt like silk around his cock.  He
squeezed her ass ever harder, and thumbed her asshole.  Jessica moaned and
turned her head as far as she could, leaning back.  He stopped for a second
and gave her a long slobbery kiss, and then resumed fucking her.

   Anthelea hiccuped and growled, feeling Robert's long cock deep in her
cunt.  Her legs twitched and her nipples were so hard they hurt.  She
yanked her sweater, shirt and bra up, and let her breasts swing free,
grabbing the nipple of one and squeezing.  Her nipples got so hard if she
didn't wear a bra they rubbed on the inside of her shirt and even bled
sometimes.  Robert slammed away behind her, seeing what she was doing and
wishing his arms were a foot longer so he could fondle her tits while they
fucked this way.

   The six of them fucked, silently, pounding away for a while, and then,
the three guys slowed down and fucked slowly, gently sliding their cocks in
and out of the girls.  Dylan was glad, he'd been almost to come.

   "Hey, look!" Jessica said, pointing.  "Cop cars!" The girls watched the
flashing lights, and chattered among themself, speculating on what might be
going on, sixty floors beneath them.  James laughed and shook his head.

   "Jessica, did you know they had pizza...  last Wednesday in the Cooper
room?..  I didn't know about it...  until it as all gone."

   "Yes, Ann, they are going to do it...  once a month now." Jessica said,
hiccuping slightly as James sped up the pace a bit.  Anthelea still growled
a little, every now and then.  He laughed again as the girls jabbered on.
Alice piped up, relating a cute little story about Kat, and James and
Robert glanced at each other.  How fun this would be if Kat could be here
now, James thought, although he was unsure what her participation could be.

   How fun this would be if Kat could be here now, Dylan thought, although
he, too, was a little unsure how she'd fit in.  Even Jessica and Alice felt
a twinge, thinking about the girl.  We really must bring her to the top of
the spire some day, thought Jessica, on a no-fuck trip.  The only person
there who hadn't fucked around with Kat was Anthelea.  She didn't think
anything about Kat, not yet, not at this point, at least.

   James was turned on, as usual, by the high-altitude group fuck.  Dylan
and Alice had seemed to handle it like it was an everyday thing.  James was
slightly disappointed though.  Part of the fun of fucking on the spire had
been the chance of being caught, and it looked like Don had put an end to
that fear.  He wondered if people would be trudging up sixty flights of
stairs just to look at the view.  Probably not.





   Jessica looked at her watch, and pressed the down button.  The dinger
dinged.  The light lit up.  "Good." She said.  "Don is very punctual."

   They descended.  Don greeted them as they left the building, and asked
if they had had fun.  James said, "Yes, sir." Dylan laughed, Alice giggled,
and Anthelea turned red.  Jessica went and hugged Don, and told him thanks.
"No.  Thank you." He said.  "We'll see you next time."

   Yeah, thought James.  Next time.





   James made plans, careful plans.  Silly plans, mostly, involving
pillowcases and baseball bats and Missy's father, but he felt like he had
to do something.  There seemed to pass a few weeks where nothing happened,
and he could pat her on the ass without fear.  She still came to his house
almost every day, and they played around.  She was allowing him to fondle
her pussy through her panties now, her often wet panties.  James was as
happy as a bird with a french fry, although her problems weighed on his
mind constantly.  He got to play around with Missy all afternoon, and then
play around with his mom all evening.  And then fuck his mom all night. 
Life seemed good for a while.





   One Monday, Missy was absent from school.  He texted her immediately,
suspicious.  She replied, reassuring him, telling him over and over she was
okay, she was really okay.  She was gone the next day too, and by the
Wednesday he was pretty worried.  She finally agreed to meet him at a
McDonald's downtown, and he hurriedly took off on foot, since his mom had
the car.

   Missy met him, and she really did seem alright, he thought with relief.

   "James." She said, after they sat down.  She took his hands from across
the table.  "James, I think I can tell you this now, now that the dust has
settled.  I just didn't want to get you involved in my problems.  I know
that you care about me, and you are one of my truest friends.  You and
Laura."

   James nodded.

   "I have moved in with Laura and her family.  I told my dad if he made a
fuss I would go straight to CPS.  Laura and her mother took photographs of
my butt, after last time.  I gave him one, and told him that CPS would get
a whole portfolio if he made a stink.  It's been four days now, so I think
he's laying low.  James.  I really blew up at him this time.  I think he
knows I'm serious.  I brought up the weenie rubbing and everything.  I
think he knows I could cause him major problems, if I wished."

   James scooted to her side of the seat, and grasped her tightly in his
arms.  "Oh, Missy, I'm glad for you, I hope it works out...  you saved me
from having to kick his ass, darling..."

   Missy laughed at that.  "He's a big guy, James.  But, dream on.  And,
thank you.  Thank you for being a friend."

   "Missy.  Look, if you need anything, just let me know.  Money for school
stuff, or to eat, or a ride somewhere, just let me know."

   "Thank you, dear." She leaned into him and kissed him softly.  James
felt overwhelming love for her, something that he thought was impossible, a
love that approached a few percent of his love for his mom.  Maybe, he
thought, maybe she's the one.





   James's life settled down a little bit, since Missy seemed to resolve
some of her problems.  At least she was away from her father, and fairly
safe.  He felt more settled.  He saw her every day at school, and often met
her downtown, which is where Laura's house was.  She was very sweet to him,
and seemed to become even more amorous, to his delight.  The third weekend
she lived with Laura, Laura's family left town, taking Missy, leaving James
kind of at odds for Friday night.

   "Don't worry, James," said Jessica.  "I have invited Dylan, Alice and
Kat over for dinner.  We'll play exciting games and have loads of fun."

   James realized she was being sarcastic for his benefit, and laughed. 
Well, it was better than nothing.  And, maybe Kat and he could sneak off to
his room for a little entertainment of their own.  He wasn't sure he'd be
brave enough to try anything with her mother in the house though.  They
could talk, at least.

   That evening, to his disappointment, Kat didn't show.  She was staying
with a friend.  Well, an evening with the old folks, he thought, but he
didn't really mind.  Just being with his mom was pleasure enough for him,
and Dylan and Alice were kind of fun to be around anyway.  He prepared for
an evening of Monopoly and Clue.

   Jessica cheated on dinner, and just ordered some pizzas.  James went
with Dylan to pick them up, and they talked guy talk just like two old
friends.  Well, they were old friends.

   "Where is your friend, and his girl?" Dylan asked, and James told him
that Robert and Anthelea were going to an opera or something equally crazy
tonight.

   "Robert is a lucky guy.  That girl is fine." Said Dylan, and James
agreed.  James started to tell Dylan that he'd had the pleasure of fucking
her on a boat, but he held back.  He didn't want Dylan to feel left out. 
They returned to the house.

   After munching on pizza, they retired to the living room.  Jessica
suggested Monopoly, and then her and James got the giggles remembering
their last monopoly game.  Dylan and Alice didn't seem to eager too play.

   "That monopoly set turned me into a stripper." Said Jessica, and
proceeded to tell Alice about her and James's adventures the night of
Anthelea's deflowerment.  She didn't go into great detail about her and
James fucking, but Alice and Dylan knew her well enough to read between the
lines.  Alice turned slightly red and giggled, and Dylan shook his head.

   "Jessica." Said Dylan.  "You are the most uninhibited person I know.  Or
have ever met.  Does anything bother you?"

   "Dylan..." replied Jessica.  "You might not believe this but I have many
hang-ups.  Sex is just not one of them.  For instance, cat hair.  I hate
cat hair on furniture.  I could never have a cat for that reason."

   "That's not a hang-up." Said Alice.  "That's anal retentiveness.  It's
your girlish clean gene."

   "Jessica." Dylan said.  "You weren't like this when we were kids.  You
were a prude, almost.  You wouldn't even skinny dip in the pond with us."

   "College did a lot for me, Dylan.  It brought me out of my shell.  I was
just shy about the skinny dipping thing.  If more girls had have been
involved, I might have jumped in.  With my undies on, of course."

   James tried to imagine his mother as an uptight teenager with shyness
issues, but he couldn't.

   "I'm still shy." Said Alice.  "And I still have...  major issues.  I've
been thinking about seeing a shrink."

   James almost snorted to himself, wondering if she would tell the shrink
that she was fucking her brother.  Most people would think that caused
issues.  With Alice, it had seemed to clear up issues.

   "Alice." Said Dylan.  "There is nothing wrong with you.  That little...
group thing on top of that building, that proved it.  You are not shy, to
be able to do something like that."

   Alice turned redder.  "Well, I was outnumbered on that deal.  I had no
choice."

   "Hell." Said Dylan.  "You went skinny-dipping when Jessica wouldn't,
even, way back then.  You are more uninhibited than you think, girl."

   "That was many years ago, Dylan."

   The girls retired to the bathroom together, as girls often do.  James
and Dylan sat, softly talking, laughing.

   "Alice." Jessica said, sitting on the pot to pee.  Alice was examining
herself critically in the mirror.  "You and Dylan seem very happy together,
and you seem to fit together perfectly.  I'm very glad for you.  I would be
envious, but of course I have James."

   Alice giggled.  "Jessica.  We are so bad..."

   "Yeah.  Alice.  Why do you think Dylan and I never...  played around
like you and him did?  I mean, I was a little backward back then, but I did
have a few boyfriends...  after all, I got my cherry popped when I was just
sixteen..."

   "I don't know, Jessica, I guess you two never hit it off.  Good for me,
that.  I know he likes you.  I guess you guys just kept your distance, like
mom, dad and grammy said we should.  You remember?  Boys and girls in the
same room, unchaperoned?  Bad, bad.  Bad things might happen."

   Jessica giggled.  Alice did too, after a while.

   "Jessica.  We were raised by some very straight-laced, uptight,
repressed folks.  Why do you think we turned out the way we did?  I mean,
look at us, I'm fucking my brother, and you're fucking...  James..."

   Jessica giggled again.  "I don't know, Alice.  They tried, they really
tried.  Thank god they're not around to see what we've become."

   "They'd never know.  I'd hide it, for sure."

   "Yeah, me too."

   They traded places.  Alice peed, and Jessica preened.

   "Alice.  We had fun, on top of that stupid building.  Let's go back in
there, get the boys, and go somewhere and fuck."

   Alice began giggling again.  "Jessica, fucking is never very far from
your mind, is it?"

   "I blame my repressed childhood.  And I can't help it if I've got an
itchy clit."

   "I've got a sore clit.  I am working on Dylan to shave that beard off.
It's like being sucked on by sandpaper sometimes."

   Jessica giggled, and then regarded Alice as the other girl wiped her
pussy.

   "Alice.  Dear.  If you don't want to consider this, please just forget I
said it.  And please, please don't be offended.  But, consider, if you
would...  Alice.  We fucked together, on the spire.  We've talked about
fucking and told each other our fuck stories.  Alice.  Just consider, for a
moment, would you be willing to fuck James and let me fuck Dylan?  Just
once, so I can finish filling out my dance card?"

   Alice didn't breathe for a few moments.  Finally, gears in her head
still spinning feverishly, she spoke.

   "Jessica.  You never cease to amaze me.  No, I'm not...  offended...  it
never hurts to ask.  And I appreciate your honesty.  I don't know, I just
don't know...  I don't know if I could do that.  I mean, I like James, I
don't think I'd have a problem or he'd have a problem...  he'd probably be
too polite to bring up my flabby ass and saggy boobs.  I'm just still... 
afraid...  I guess I'm afraid of losing Dylan, of losing his interest. 
Does that make me selfish?  Do you understand"

   "No, darling." Jessica knelt on the floor in front of the toilet, and
hugged Alice.  "It was a stupid thing to ask.  You're right, it's probably
better this way...  Alice." Jessica stopped, and regarded her sternly. 
"Alice, I have seen them, up close, squeezed them and tasted them.  There
is nothing wrong with your ass, or your boobs.  You really need to get over
that."

   "Jessica...  pardon me for saying this.  I love you, dear cousin.  I
wouldn't offend you for the world, and I'm only saying this because I know
you'll think it's funny and agree with me.  But you are a sex maniac.  I've
never known anyone like you.  Sex is never more than ten seconds away from
your mind.  I don't think I could stand the pace, if I were you."

   Jessica giggled.  "You're right, and you're right.  I know I am.  I'm
just making up for lost time is all."

   Alice thought for a while longer, and finally stood.  "Jessica.  Give me
a few minutes.  Let me talk to Dylan.  Jessica.  I will...  I might do
it... even though I, at times, feel kind of threatened by your... 
sexuality...  but I'm not afraid of Dylan leaving me for you.  I don't
think that you would let that happen.  Or him.  I don't think you'd have
him, honestly.  I don't think you'd let that happen."

   "Honestly, Alice.  And again, no offense intended.  I thought about
this, the other day.  Dylan is not really my type.  You know what most of
my boyfriends were like.  And Dean.  Stupid fucking Dean.  Dylan is a nice
guy.  Until James, I never picked nice guys.  And you're right, I am
sticking with James, until he's had enough of me.  I just thought it'd be a
fun way to kill a Friday night...  and hell, we always wonder, don't we?"

   Alice nodded and giggled, re-arranging her clothes.  They left the
bathroom.





   They honestly did try to play Monopoly, but their hearts weren't in it.
Finally Alice shocked everyone, and of course, herself.

   "Jessica, do you have any cards?  Playing cards?"

   "Yes, Alice.  James, do you know where the cards are?"

   James fetched the cards.  Alice shuffled them, surprising everyone with
her dexterity.

   "Okay." She said, dealing the cards out.  "Low hand removes a single
article of clothing.  Shoes and socks each count separately.  We want this
to go slowly.  Lay your cards out, people."





   A half hour and much giggling later, everyone was naked except Jessica,
to her delight.  She still had on her bra and panties.  James and Dylan had
both had really bad luck that night.  Alice didn't do too badly, plus,
girls just wore more clothes that guys.  It took them longer to strip, one
piece at a time.  Dylan had amused them by removing his pants and underwear
first, before his shoes and socks even.

   "I'm going to win!" Jessica crowed.  "What do I win?"

   "A burnt weenie sandwich." Said Alice, giggling.  She looked at James.
His cock was hard, peeking up over the edge of the table, like it was
curious.  Dylan's, not quite as long, was peering up at her, too.  She
giggled some more.

   "Okay.  Jessica wins.  Everyone congratulate her." Alice said.  When
that was done, she said, "Now, another kind of game." She took a deep
breath.  "High card fucks the low card, on the couch.  The guys with the
middle cards can sit and watch, or join in and fuck each other."

   Dylan had just taken a drink, and he had to struggle to keep from
spraying a mouthful over the table.  James looked shocked.  Amazingly, even
though fucking around had been her idea, Jessica looked a little shocked,
too.  Dylan's eyebrows rose, and he stared at Alice.  Finally Alice said.
"Jessica.  James.  Excuse us for a moment."

   "James.  Grab the cups.  Let's refill." Said Jessica, and James followed
her in the kitchen.  She set her cups down, and grabbed him by the arm. 
Behind her, she heard Alice whispering to Dylan.

   "Mom." James said.  "That sounds like fun, but if he wins and I lose, I
don't really want to be fucked by Dylan."

   Jessica burst into fresh giggles.  "James.  I asked Alice if we could
swap tonight, I hope you don't mind.  I think that this is her way of,
uhm...  breaking the news to Dylan.  Breaking the ice.  Maybe just seeing
what happens."

   Jessica grabbed a bottle of whiskey from under the sink and filled
everyone's glass halfway with water, then mixed in the whiskey.  She
brought the bottle as they returned to the living room.  Alice and Dylan
were sitting quietly, smiling at each other.

   "Okay.  Everyone ready?" Asked Alice.  She cut the deck.





   James sat in the recliner, his hands on his hard cock.  Dylan sat on a
footstool, his hands on his hard cock.  Together, they watched Jessica and
Alice, making out on the couch.

   First, the girls kissed.  And kissed, and kissed some more.  Then, they
kissed.

   "Come on already." Dylan finally said.  "Cut to the chase, ladies."

   They both giggled.  Jessica slowly moved down, and began to suck on
Alice's wonderful nipples.  Alice lay back and relaxed, feeling shivers run
up and down her body.  Jessica was a professional.  Don't try this at home,
Alice thought.

   Jessica finally crawled up on top of Alice, facing downwards.  She
spread her legs and lowered her head to Alice's cunt.  Alice raised her
head, strained to reach Jessica's asshole.  She finally gave up on the
asshole, and began to lick Jessica's clit.

   "Ooomph owie-umph-hum lumph." Alice said, still licking, her face buried
between Jessica's legs.

   "What was that, dear?" Jessica stopped for a second and asked.

   "You owe me an asshole lick." Said Alice.  Jessica put her tongue back
firmly in place on Alice's clit.  Alice began to shake, already feeling
like she was going to come.  She pounded Jessica's clit with her tongue. 
She was going to come.  Here it came.





   When they were finished, the girls just lay on the couch for a while,
exhausted.  James and Dylan stopped stroking, but their dicks seemed to
have no interest in subsiding.  Finally Alice dragged herself out from
underneath Jessica.

   "Okay." Alice said.  "Next round.  It's only ten o'clock, people."





   Jessica and Dylan regarded each other, he with surprise, she less so. 
The cards had spoken.  Unseen forces were at work.  Alice gave a sigh of
relief, but at the same time she felt a squeeze in her guts.  She told
herself to relax.  He's not going anywhere, she told herself, he's just
gonna fuck around with Jessica for a while.  After this, he'll go home with
me.  Because he's mine.  We're just having a little fun.

   Dylan was thinking, oh shit.  This is a dream come true.  I've wanted to
fuck Jessica ever since I knew what fucking was.  I never understood why
she didn't at least play around with me a little back then...  I know she
did some of that, even though she was pretty square.  That Alice would go
for this still kind of shocked him, too.  Alice had really changed, he
thought.  She is almost as sexy as Jessica now.  And as sex-crazy.  Must be
a girl hormone thing.

   Dylan was equally surprised that Jessica would make room for him in her
life, in this way.  Maybe she does like me, he thought.  No, that's not
fair, he knew she liked him.  He just never thought she liked him like
that. Like this.  Well, basically, the girl does just like to fuck.  But
hopefully it's more than that.  I'll take it though, even if it's just
that.

   Someday I'm gonna tell her, Dylan thought.  Someday I'm gonna tell her
about Dean.  But not today.  He remembered the feel of Dean's ugly face
beneath his fists.  He remembered the satisfying crunch of Dean's nose. 
Dean.  What a jerk.  He had this fine woman who loved him, and he couldn't
stop being a fuck-up.  Dean had gone off to heal, to lick his wounds, and
never came back, not even wanting to let Jessica see his broken face once.
To see what Dylan had done to him.  It had worked out better than Dylan
could ever have imagined.  Why would the guy just give up like that?  I
guess he knew I was serious.  And I was, I would have kicked his ass every
single time I saw him, for slapping her face that one time.  Big dick or
not, Dean was a wimp.  A womanizing, big dicked wimp.  In Dylan's world,
men simply did not hit women.  Men hit each other all the time, but not
women.  Jessica was way better off without Dean.  Everybody had known that.
Dylan had done her a favor.

   Anyway.  Dylan met Alice's gaze.  She nodded and smiled, like she was
saying, go ahead.  Have some fun.  He arose, his now rock-hard cock bobbing
up and down, and reached his hand out.  Jessica took it, and he led her to
the couch.  Behind him, Alice looked at James, trying to gauge his
expression.  He smiled back at her.

   "James." She half-whispered.  "You don't have to..."

   "Aunt Alice." He interrupted.  "Sure.  I want to.  Please?"

   Alice laughed and stood up.  This might be fun.





   James had leaned the recliner back, and lay in it.  Alice had perched on
top of his body, rubbing her clit on the shaft of his hard cock, his big
long hard cock, and they kissed.  James squeezed her soft warm breasts. 
James had always felt an attraction to Alice, but hell, he thought, I'm
attracted to anything reasonably female.  And she seems to like me.  This
should be sweet.

   Dylan and Jessica had progressed from kisses to rubbing, and were now
seriously licking each other.  Jessica was on top of him, her legs bent at
the knees, supporting her body.  Her ass was right in his face as she
licked his long cock.  His cock felt strange to her...  it was a few inches
shorter than James's, but she still enjoyed the sensations.  How many
years, she mused, has it been, since I've been fucked by a small cock.  Or
even just a normal one.  Jessica liked big cocks, but she could have a good
time with any cock.  She had proved that to herself after Dean left, a few
times, before she just kind of gave up and entered her years of
self-enforced celibacy.  Then, along came James.  I have a rare treasure
with James, she reminded herself, as she did almost every day.  All that,
and a big cock too.  But, Dylan wasn't bad.  She was enjoying her time with
Dylan, even though, she reminded herself, he's really not my type.  And
that goddam beard.  Poor Alice.

   Alice and James finally tried that butt-in-the-air thing that Jessica
and Dylan were doing.  James licked Alice's clit, and pushed his tongue
into her cunt as far as he could.  Her asshole was delicious.  He put his
tongue into it, also, turned on by the earthy, bitter taste of her.  He was
becoming more eager to just plain fuck her.  He was getting surprisingly
turned on.  His cock felt as hard as cobalt.

   Thirty minutes had gone by, at least.  I think I've waited long enough,
Dylan thought.  I've been polite.  But now I'm ready to fuck.  He brought
Jessica up into his arms, and hugged her.  She got the idea pretty quick,
and he let her fit his cock to the lips of her hungry cunt.  They both
laughed softly, and he began to push.

   Alice had always felt an attraction to James, she mused to herself, even
before she knew that he and Jessica were fucking.  James was handsome, and
so polite.  Any girl, young or old, would be proud to be part of his life.
Even if it was just a fuck for fun every now and then.  We'll have to do
this again someday, she thought...  and maybe even with Robert and that
girl...  she knew that Dylan had liked Anthelea, he had remarked several
times how nice she was.  Maybe I can give him that, too, she thought.  This
is working out nicely.  We'll see.

   Alice and James finally got both their ends pointed in the same
direction, and he sunk into her warm slippery cunt.  She did feel good, as
good as his mom.  He grabbed her ass with both hands, and then spread it,
pulling her asshole open.  "May I?" he asked, positioning his finger in the
center of her asshole.  She nodded, and he licked his finger, and then
pushed it in, feeling her tight sphincter clamp around it.  He began to
pump in and out, in time with his fucking.  Finally he pushed his finger as
deep as it would go into her.  He stopped as he touched the tip of a turd
deep in her gut, and then laughed as it darted away, back up somewhere in
her colon.  They both laughed, and Alice turned a little red.  James tried
to kiss the red away.

   James didn't feel that different than Dylan, Alice thought, although she
could feel his cock deep inside her, deeper than Dylan could go.  He was
definitely deep in her cervix, she thought, and maybe her uterus.  Uterus
fucking.  How novel.  How rare.  She enjoyed the feel of his cock deep
inside her body, as she enjoyed Dylan's.  Alice enjoyed sex now, and sex
with a new partner was exciting to her.  She idly wondered again about
Robert and Anthelea.  She had seen the other day on the spire that Robert's
cock was as long as James's, and she and Dylan had talked about it later.
Maybe things eventually would work out.  She knew Dylan would love to fuck
Ann.  Ann might even enjoy being fucked by Dylan, who knows.  She should do
it, Alice thought, Jessica had told her about James and Anthelea fucking on
the boat.  If she'll do James, she should do Dylan.

   The girls came loudly, within a minute of each other.  Alice lifted and
dropped her body on top of James's dick, pounding him as he lay in the
chair.  Dylan was on top of Jessica now, driving her into the couch,
pumping away.  His cock didn't feel that much different than James, Jessica
thought, yes yes, like the song says, it ain't the meat but the motion. 
Jessica was enjoying herself immensely, and was very turned on.  This had
been a good idea.  Her type or not, Dylan was a good fuck.  Alice was
lucky.





   James and Jessica saw Dylan and Alice to the door.  Jessica kissed
Alice, and hugged her, thanking her.

   "No.  Thank you, for a wonderful evening." Said Alice.  Dylan was
yawning.  Alice knew, though, that when they got home, she'd get another
fuck.  A nice fuck.  That's just how Dylan was.  He would make time for
her, even if he was tired.  And with Kat gone, hell.  They could fuck all
night.  And she could be as noisy as she wanted to be.





   Missy was at school that following Monday.  She became even more sexy to
James now that she was out from under her father's thumb.  That afternoon
they wrestled and rolled around on James's bed, and she stood beside the
bed and casually slid her panties down her long sexy legs.  James just
laughed.  Later, on the bed, after he played with her and stroked her
beautiful pussy, she began humping his leg like dog, and they both burst
into laughter.  She didn't stop, though, and to her amazement, and his, she
had a nice little orgasm.

   "James." He laughed at the shocked look on her face when she came up for
air.  "James, what was that?"

   "Missy.  You had an orgasm.  That's the whole point of sex, the pay-off.
You never had an orgasm before?"

   "I...  I don't know...  I mean it's felt good before, but never like
that..." She seemed bemused, and they both giggled some more.  "I wanna do
that again." Said Missy.

   Missy ate dinner with James and Jessica, and then he took her to Laura's
place.  She invited him in, and he spent a few minutes in guarded
conversation with Laura's mother, telling her things and finding out
things. The woman seemed to have a very good grasp of Missy's situation,
and even spoke of retaining a lawyer to sort things out.  James went home
relieved, and happy.

   James and his mother fucked a long time that night, after they went to
bed.  Then he brought her up to date on the Missy situation.  Jessica
seemed relieved, also, that James and she hadn't had to get involved.

   "Mom..." James finally said.

   "Yes, darling." Said his mother.

   "Mom...  if it works out...  and if I can somehow find a way to explain
to Missy about...  us...  maybe in the future could she move in with us? 
We have another room, we could even give her her privacy..."

   "James, James." Jessica sighed.  "That is complicated, but, yes,
possibly.  First let's give it a while, and see how the thing with her dad
works out.  If he makes a fuss about her staying with these people.  Just
be careful, dear.  If you think she can take it, yes, tell her about us. 
But please remember the risks."

   "I will, Mom.  I will."





   The next day he finger-fucked Missy into a massive, long, drawn out,
feet kicking, toe curling orgasm.  He couldn't get his finger all the way
inside her, and he wondered if he was feeling her hymen.  He didn't want to
break it, not yet, not with his finger, at least.  She finally lay on his
bed, stark naked, her beautiful big breasts heaving as she sucked in air.
She looked at him in surprise.

   "You can do all that, with just your finger?" She asked, panting like a
thirsty dog.

   "No, you can do all that, with just my finger.  It's you, darling.  I
just started the ball rolling."

   She thought for a moment.  "And sex, real sex, where you put...  it...
inside me, is better than that?"

   "Yes, it is."

   "Jeezus, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.  I need to pee." She
got up and disappeared in the bathroom, without shutting the door, and
James heard the splash as she peed.  His mouth began to water, wanting a
taste of her cunt, now.  Well, he had wanted a taste of her cunt from day
one.  But he really wanted it now.

   When she returned, he took a deep breath, and said, "Missy.  I have
something to tell you.  Something very big.  Other than you, it's the
biggest thing in my life."

   "James.  What is it?" She said, curious, as she slid her panties up her
legs.  She came and sat beside him on the bed.

   "Missy.  First, I love you.  I love you terribly.  Well, no, I love you
fantastically.  I truly, deeply, for all time love you.  I think...  I
probably shouldn't just say this yet...  anyway, I think you are the one."

   "Thank you James, you are very sweet.  And I think you are the one,
too."

   "Missy.  My life is very unusual.  There are some parts of it, well
really just one part, that nobody I know has in their life.  I think
sometimes I'm the only one in the world like this.  I know I'm one in a
million, at least."

   "James.  Do you mean your...  special attraction?" She giggled.

   "Well, that, kind of, but no.  No.  Missy.  I am telling you something
that hardly anyone else in the world knows.  I'm telling you something that
could send me directly to CPS and my mother to prison.  I'm trusting you
with this.  I'm hoping you will understand."

   She was silent, at last impressed by the gravity of what he was saying.
She waited.

   "Missy.  My relationship with my mom...  is very special.  Very
unusual." He almost wished now he'd kept his mouth shut about this whole
thing.  What if she couldn't handle it?  What if she just got up and left?
What if she was totally disgusted?  He felt a slow panic began working into
his gut.  He wondered if he could just cut it off, here and now.  And
pretend like he'd never said anything.

   "James.  Okay.  I understand.  I can tell you love your mom very much,
and I see why.  She's incredible, and she's so nice to you.  You are so
lucky to have a mom like that."

   "Missy.  You said your dad...  rubbed...  his dick on you and stuff.  I
want you to understand...  it doesn't have to be like that...  when both
sides want something, it's beautiful...  it's not freaky and disgusting. 
When both sides want the same thing, it's...  I don't know, special,
magical." He felt like he was talking himself into a corner.  He wondered
how much longer he could draw this out.

   "James..." Missy pulled away from him slightly.  "James, what exactly
are you trying to say?"

   "Missy..." He just stopped, not knowing where to go from there.  He
couldn't just come out at say it.  He almost felt her shrinking, drawing
away from him.  Oh shit, he thought, oh shit.

   "James...  what do you mean about your mother...  what are you trying to
tell me...?" She didn't seem to have the nerve to say it, either.

   Finally he just said it.  "Missy.  I love my mother very much.  And as
you know, she's not my real mother.  But, yes, I love her more than life
itself.  I sleep with her every night, and every night for the last six
months we have made love.  Beautiful love.  I do it because I love her, and
it's the right thing for us to do."

   Missy sat silently, her face frozen.  She finally reached down and began
pulling her jeans on, without saying a word.  After that she began putting
her bra on.

   "Missy.  I love you just as much as I love my mom." Well, that was
probably a little white lie, he thought.  But he did love her a lot. 
Someday, maybe, it'd be there.  "There is room for both of you.  I can love
you both just as much.  Missy, I hate to make you decide, and damn.  You
don't have to decide anything if you don't want to.  But, all I can say is,
if you want me in your life you have to let my mom in, also.  She will love
you as much as she loves me.  I asked her yesterday that if you wanted to,
could you move in with us, and she said yes.  She loves you, and I love
you, and we want you here, with us."

   He finally just shut up.  She pulled her shirt on, as if she was in a
trance.  He hoped that she wasn't shocked beyond all repair.  He hoped she
wasn't disgusted.  Jeezus, he thought, she's a preacher's kid.  I've just
rocked her world maybe more than she can stand.  He cursed himself for
opening his mouth about this, without a better plan.

   Missy sat on the bed and slid her shoes on.  She turned to James and
regarded him.  Her face was blank, expressionless and her voice was free of
emotion.

   "James.  Thank you for a wonderful afternoon.  I will see you at school
tomorrow."

   "Missy.  Wait.  Let me take you back to Laura's..."

   "No, James.  That's okay.  I need to walk."

   She left his room, and he heard the stairs creak as she descended.  He
heard the front door close softly.  He sat on his bed, thinking, trying to
keep from crying.  What the hell, he thought, what the hell.  I had to tell
her, at some point.  I just had to tell her.





   Jessica could tell he was upset, that evening.  She gave him his space,
though, and didn't push him.  That night he clung to her, and she thought
she could feel him calming down.  She gently drew him out, and they make
long slow comfortable love for what seemed like hours, until they both
gently came.  She held him, and finally he told her the events of the
afternoon.

   "James.  It's hard, but sometimes you have to just let them go, and hope
they come back.  I hope she does, for your sake, and hers."

   "She just seemed so...  empty or something...  like she was in shock..."

   "She probably was.  James...  the gravity of what we do together would
be very shocking, very profound to most people.  Incest...  what an ugly
word...  incest is frowned upon by most societies...  and for good
reason... until fail-safe birth control came along, incest was a very bad
idea.  Society may never catch up to the idea of it.  It's not easy, being
a trendsetter, James..."

   "Well, it will come out tomorrow, I guess, when I see her at school.  I
just hope she doesn't run away screaming."

   "Give her space, James.  Let her think.  Let her decide.  She's got a
lot on her mind, at the moment.  Don't expect her to choose right away."

   "I won't.  Thanks, mom...  I love you..."

   "I love you, James."





   The next day, before school, James waited where he usually met Missy. 
With just a minute to spare, she showed up.  She looked him over, like he
was a strange insect, or maybe a pile of dog poop, he thought.  He gulped.

   "James.  Can I see you after school?  We need to talk."

   "Yes.  Yes, of course." He clumsily held his arms out, and she crammed
herself into them.  One last time, he thought.  One last time.  Her soft
warm body felt good, even with a jacket on.





   They walked to James's house slowly.  James carried her books.  She led
him into the living room, instead of upstairs to his room.  Shit, James
thought.  He did not anticipate any sex play today.  She had seemed distant
and cool all the way home.  He could tell her mind was a thousand miles
away.  They sat on the couch, a good three feet between them.  She had
determined that, she had let him sit first, and then she had sat.  He felt
like that gulf was a thousand miles wide.  He wanted badly to touch her.

   "James." Missy said, staring blankly into the distance.

   "Yes." He said.

   "You told me some interesting things yesterday, James.  I spent a lot of
time thinking last night, thinking and talking to Laura." She stopped and
glanced at him.  "Don't worry, I didn't tell her...  everything..."

   "It's okay." James said.  "I trust you."

   "James.  I must admit I still don't really understand all of this.  But
I do know one thing.  I don't want to lose you, James.  I am not going to
give you up because of this.  I'm not sure if I can share you, but I'll
try."

   He scooted to her and seized her.  "Thank you, thank you." He felt like
he was going to cry, dammit.

   "I still have some questions, but I'm sure that you'll answer them in
good time.  James.  I will not come between you and your mother.  I'll walk
away before I do that.  Understand that.  Believe that.  You are a lucky
guy, James.  You have the only thing that I ever really wanted in life... a
love stronger than time, than law, than life almost...  the only taste of
it that I've had so far is with you, and I'm not ready to give that up...
over something as silly as you making love to your mom."

   She smiled as she said the last part.  He was hugging her and he
couldn't see her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice.  He
squeezed her closer, reveling in the warmth from her body, wanting to melt
with her.

   "Missy...  please be part of my family...  let us love you..."

   She hugged him back.  "James, James...  this is a bit overwhelming for
me, I'm not used to this...  but I do love you, dear.  No one has ever been
as nice to me as you have."

   They sat on the couch in the dark room, and held each other, and rocked
back and forth for the next hour.  James did not get bored, he loved
holding her, even if they just did that.  To his great surprise, the front
door opened, and his mom walked in.  He was shocked that so much time had
gone by.





   Jessica just sat and nodded her head when James told her about telling
Missy their secret.  It didn't seem to bother her a bit.  Hell, nothing
bothers her, he thought.

   "Mom." He said.  "Thanks for everything.  Thanks for understanding, and
giving me this chance...  giving us this chance...  this means a lot to
me."

   "I can tell that, dear.  Let's just hope for the best, and keep going
on. This will work out.  I feel much better about it now than I did at
first."

   "Yeah, I do to." James said.  He fervently hoped things worked out for
Missy.  Even if he wasn't involved.  He'd always be involved, though, he'd
always try and be the best friend she had.  Even if they didn't fall
totally head-over-heels in love, so what.  He just wanted her to be happy.
She deserved a chance to be happy.





   Friday finally rolled around.  James invited Missy out to eat with
Jessica and himself, and she agreed.  She followed him home from school,
and suffered him to paw and rub on her body, laughing.  James finally got
the nerve to pull his dick out, and was surprised at the difference between
the old Missy and the new Missy.  She seized his dick like a shark seizes
an Australian triathlete, and proceeded to jerk and stroke on it until he
thought he would come.  He finally got it away from her when they heard the
door open below, and they hurriedly pulled on their clothes and went
downstairs to greet his mother.  His mother kissed them both, and asked for
a few minutes to get ready.

   They went and ate, and wandered around the town a bit.  They weren't
downtown, just their little part of town.  James thought about downtown, he
looked forward to maybe giving Missy a boat ride someday, and doing the
spire right with her, although he realized that she probably wasn't ready
for the total spire experience quite yet.  The future looked fun, though.
They were back home by ten, and the three of them sat in the living room.

   "Missy." Said James.  "I'm not trying to rush you...  but just so you
know, I'll be glad to take you back to Laura's, whenever."

   "Thank you, James." Said Missy.  She squirmed around a bit, almost
looking uncomfortable.  She glanced at Jessica, seeming to draw some
reassurance.  She finally said.  "James.  I told Laura and her mom...  that
I would probably stay with you guys tonight..."

   Oh jeezus.  How cool.  He managed to simply say, "Oh.  Okay."

   "James.  Please take me over there to get my stuff, okay?" She said.





   When they arrived at Laura's, Laura's mother immediately grabbed James
and pulled him in the kitchen as the girls went to Laura's room.  She fixed
him with a steely gaze and a serious set of mouth, and he thought for a
moment about Virginia.  That seemed like a million years ago now.

   "James." Donna said.  He meekly nodded.

   "James.  This little girl has been through a lot.  And she has a lot
ahead of her.  I am going to trust you with her.  I want you to promise me
one thing."

   "Yes, ma'am." Said James.

   "She's a big girl now, and you're a big boy.  I expect you to both act
like adults.  That means respecting each other's wishes, and each other's
space.  I'm not stupid, I'm not going to tell you to keep your hands off of
her, if that's what she wants.  But this is still a bad situation, this
deal with her father.  Just don't make it worse."

   "Yes, ma'am." Said James.

   "The one thing I'm asking is, be kind to her.  Be gentle.  She's been
hurt, James, her whole life.  Let her feel safe with you.  I know you care
about her, that's all she's talked about all week.  I know it.  Laura knows
it.  Just remember, please, that she's a scared little girl who's been
treated harshly.  Please be kind to her."

   James nodded fervently, wondering how he could make this woman realize
the depths of his love and concern for Missy.  He seized her hands, for
some reason, and stared into her eyes, imploring her to understand.

   "I will, I will," He finally said.  "That's all I want for her, all I've
ever wanted...  just to see her happy, and, yes, safe, like you said.  Mrs.
Capastro, I love Missy very much, and my mom does, just as much.  She's
going to be there, with us, with my mom and I both.  Nothing will happen to
hurt her.  We won't let anything hurt her.  I can promise you that."

   The woman regarded him, with a little more warmth this time.

   "James.  Just give her a chance to grow.  She's a good girl, she just
needs time to heal."

   James nodded.  The girls showed back up at this time, saving him.  He
took Missy's suitcases out to the car, and put them in the trunk before he
realized just how much stuff she was bringing.

   In the car on the way back home he said, "Missy?  Was that all your
stuff?"

   "Yes." Was all she said.  He thought, shit.  And here she comes.  He
felt high.





   That night, as it got later and later James didn't know what to do. 
Finally, when Missy went to his room and began to unpack her night things,
he had a hurried conference in the kitchen with his mother.

   "Mom!" He squeaked.  "What should we do...  about tonight?"

   "James, James." Jessica regarded him with amusement.  "I thought you
would have this planned out a little better."

   "Well, yes...  I'm just not sure where to put her."

   "Well, as I see it, you have three choices.  You can put her in your
room, and sleep there with her, if she's willing, although your bed is a
little narrow for that.  You can put her in your room, and you sleep with
me, if you think she can handle that.  Or we can give her the guest room."

   "Oh shit oh shit.  What do you think I should do?"

   "Just ask her.  Silly boy."

   James trudged upstairs to ask Missy.  He hmmm'd around a bit, and
finally just decided to come right out and ask her.

   "Missy.  What about sleeping arrangements?  How do you want to do it?"

   She was silent a moment, regarding him.  "James.  Where do you sleep. 
In here?"

   "Missy.  I haven't slept in here for ages.  I sleep with my mom."

   She digested that.  She was silent for a while.  He wondered if she had
somehow shut the whole James-sleeping-with-his-mom thing out of her mind.
She finally turned to him, and let him take her soft body into his arms.

   "James.  I don't want to sleep alone, my first night here.  I'm not sure
if I can.  Is...  is there room for me?  With you and your mother?"

   "Oh, Missy, of course there is!" He hugged her tighter, and gave her a
kiss.  That wasn't one of his mother's choices, but he knew Jessica pretty
well by now.  He didn't figure she'd mind.

   "James." Missy was motionless in his arms.  "Will you still...  do it...
with me there?  You do still do it, don't you?"

   Better to know now, he thought.  Better to know now.  "Maybe." He said.

   "Okay." She said simply.





   James raced downstairs to talk to his mother.  Jessica regarded him as
he hurriedly explained Missy's wish, and then she laughed.  "James.  Of
course I don't care.  I didn't suggest that because it didn't occur to me.
But of course."

   "Mom...  as much as I hate to, could we not...  not have sex tonight? 
Just give her a little time to get used to us?"

   "James, James.  What you must think of me.  Yes, I think I can stand one
night of no sex."

   "Honestly, mom.  It'll be the first night...  since..."

   "Yes, we're pretty predictable, aren't we?  Maybe this will be good for
us."





   James and Missy stayed up for a few minutes after his mom went to bed.
They finally went to James's bedroom, and Missy dressed in a frilly little
nightgown thing, while James watched.  He thought she was beautiful, if a
bit over-dressed, but he understood.

   He led her to his mom's room.  His mom's room, and his room, as he now
thought of it.  His mom lay in bed, propped up on all the pillows, reading.
The comforter was down to her waist, and her firm, succulent breasts lay
exposed to view.  He felt a twitch from his dick.  Oh, this was going to be
hard.  Shee-it.  Something else was rapidly getting hard, too.

   He turned to Missy.  "Crawl in, I'll turn off the light." He turned out
the light.  His mom re-distributed the pillows, and crawled off to one side
of the bed.  Missy crawled into the other.  James stripped, in the dim
light, very aware of his erection.  He turned to the bed, and Missy
giggled, then clamped her hand over her mouth.

   "Well, gosh." Missy said.  "If you two both sleep naked, I'm going to
also." She crawled back out of bed as James crawled in.  She took her
nightgown off, and draped it over a chair, and then crawled back into bed.
She nestled and nuzzled up under James's arm, and laughed.

   "What's so funny?" James asked.

   "Just this." Missy said.  "If you'd told me a month ago I'd be doing
this, laying in bed with two other naked people, I'd have laughed in your
face.  Or slapped it."

   "Life takes peculiar twist and turns, sometimes." Said Jessica.  "Being
successful at life is just about knowing when to twist and when to turn."

   "I appreciate what you two are doing for me." Said Missy.  "You have
made me feel like part of your family."

   "We are glad to have you join us, Missy." Said Jessica.  James lay
between them, intensely aware of his hard cock laying against his stomach.
And he wasn't the slightest bit sleepy, he thought.  Shit.  This was going
to be difficult.

   He felt a questing hand from his mother's side brush his leg.  He
laughed silently to himself as she wrapped her fingers around his dick. 
She pumped slightly, slowly, languidly, not making the bed rock.  He sighed
and lay back.  They all three talked for a while of inconsequential things,
of the day, and the evening.  Missy didn't talk much, she mostly listened.
But, he was heartened to notice, she did speak up every now and then.

   He slid his hand under his mom's arm, and sent it sneaking towards her
pussy.  He felt down her smooth stomach, and felt the top of her slit.  He
began rubbing where he guessed her clit was.  She sighed deeply, and
murmured something, he didn't notice what.  Missy giggled.  What had she
said?

   It wasn't important.  Suddenly, from his other side, he felt Missy's
hand on his stomach.  He froze, almost saying something, then clamping his
mouth shut.  He didn't know what to do.  Shit.

   Missy's fingers touched his mother's fingers on his cock, and froze.  He
felt his mom freeze, also.  He was really frozen.  He felt a shaking from
Missy's side of the bed, and thought, shit, she's crying.  Oh jeezus, oh
sweet jeezus, she's crying.

   Jessica sat up, and looked across him at Missy.

   "I'm sorry dear, but I'll be glad to share..."

   James finally realized that Missy was laughing.  Shit.  He breathed a
mental sigh of relief.

   "Juh..." Missy still had a hard time calling his mom by her first name.
He'd struggled all evening to get her to stop saying "Miss Gomez".  She
finally made the jump.  "Jessica.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry but I can't stop
laughing."

   They both regarded her with bemusement as she giggled.  Finally she
settled down.

   "You guys are fun.  You guys are cool.  I'm so jealous of what you have,
and the time that you've already had.  Thanks again for letting me in."

   "Missy." James said.  "Would you mind if my mom and I fucked?"





   As James plunged his hard cock deep inside his mother's willing body,
Missy lay on her side, two feet away, her head supported by her arm, and
watched.  She was amazed and impressed.  She thought of her experiences
touching James's cock.  She thought of the times that James had made her
come.  She could see Jessica was enjoying this very much, more than James,
it looked like.  As Jessica got closer and closer to coming, Missy got
apprehensive, wondering what would happen.  If it's anything like mine, she
thought, it will be spectacular.  She felt a stab of jealousy.  I want my
turn, she thought.

   James was a little nervous.  Surely not at performing in front of Missy,
he was kind of used to fucking with an audience by now.  He didn't know
why. He didn't know if he should come, or save some for Missy.  She didn't
seem to be ready, yesterday or this afternoon.  But, now, she was laying
there, calm as could be, watching him fuck his mother.  The most natural
thing in the world, he thought, would be for him to get his mom off, and
then move to Missy.  It would be a dream come true, he thought.

   His mom finally came, a real screamer, he thought, and she yipped and
snuffled and even did scream a little bit.  He wondered if she was turned
on, fucking in front of Missy.  He wondered if his mom found Missy
attractive.  How could she not?  Missy was a fabulous looking girl, just
like his mom was a fabulous looking lady.  They would make a good couple,
he thought.  She-it.  Let's hope they don't like each other too much.

   He finally slowed to a stop, and rolled off.  He lay for a moment,
tired, and then raised his head to look at Missy.  She just giggled, and
shook her head.  She seems to be handling this okay, James thought.

   He waited a few minutes until the sweat on his body dried, and then he
turned to face Missy.

   "Goodnight, darling." He said, and leaned forward to give her a quick
kiss.

   "Oh, heck." Said Missy.  "You are not gonna do that to me.  You are only
halfway done, James."

   Jessica giggled at that.  James thought, oh thank you, thank you.  He
crawled up a little further onto Missy, wrapping his lips around her,
feeling her breasts on his chest.  They kissed, and kissed again.  He
finally rolled over and pulled her warm body on top of his own.  He ran his
hands up and down her back, rubbing her, and kneading her sweet, sweet ass.
He sunk his fingers into her firm ass, and spread her cheeks apart, opening
and closing them.  He put a finger up to her asshole, wanting badly to push
it inside, but deciding to let her set the pace on that one.

   Missy lay on top of him, and did that thing where she went outside
herself, and regarded herself from a distance.  She usually only did that
when her dad was whipping on her, but it seemed like a good time to do it,
now.  It was good, this time.  Everything looked fine from out there.  She
came back.  She could feel James's fingers on her ass.  She seemed to be
conscious of every place where her body touched his.  She could even feel
Jessica's leg, where it lay next to her.  It had been fascinating to watch
the two of them...  fuck...  she thought.  She knew about sex, but hell,
how many people, how many kids have ever just sat there and watched it
happen?  She was still slightly jealous of Jessica, that Jessica had had
this for what, six months now?  Missy felt like she'd wasted a lot of time.
Somebody owed her some back wages or whatever the sexual equivalent was.

   He stopped for a moment, and let her attention come back from that
far-away place that she seemed to go to every now and then.

   James felt hard, rock hard.  He was thankful he hadn't come yet.  He
wondered if Missy was really ready tonight, so quickly.  She'd said she was
still a virgin.  He felt a little bit of nervousness, and wondered if that
was how Robert had felt when he'd deflowered Anthelea.  If he did it, he
wanted badly to do it right.  He wanted to make it special for Missy.  He
wondered if he should encourage her to wait until tomorrow night, and pop
her cherry her in his bedroom.  He wondered if she would be a little more
uninhibited without Jessica in the room.  Weirdly, so far, Jessica's
presence hadn't seemed to bother her any.  Seeing James fuck his own mother
hadn't seemed to bother her a bit.  The things we can get used to, thought
James.

   He rolled Missy over, and breathed in her ear, tickling her.  She said
"Ja-ames..." and giggled.  He heard his mother laugh.

   "Missy." He whispered, feeling guilty at shutting his mom out of the
conversation.  But he felt like he had to give Missy a chance.  "Do you
want to wait until tomorrow night, and do it in my room?"

   "James." She said, out loud.  "No.  Now."

   Shit-fire.  Now it was.





   There was a lot of situating, and getting comfortable, and quite a bit
of preliminary kissing and squeezing and such.  Finally James crawled up on
top of Missy, and fit his legs down inbetween hers.  He rubbed her clit
with the shaft of his cock for a long time, getting her warmed up, and kind
of hoping she's come at least a little bit that way.  He looked to the
side, to see his mom laying on her side, a mirror image of how Missy had
lain earlier, watching him fuck around, her head held up by her arm.  She
smiled encouragingly at him, and he felt a wave of love for her sweep over
him.  She was so generous to do this, he realized, so generous to share. 
She would do anything for me, he realized.  Sharing him was nothing
compared to the things she'd do for him.  She would way more than die for
him.  She would way more than kill for him.  I cannot ever forget this, he
thought, I cannot ever forget the depth of her love for me.  I will not.

   His mind returned to the present.  Missy was moaning and writhing
beneath him.  Jeezus, he thought, we haven't even started to fuck yet.  He
was sure she'd had some kind of orgasm.  He finally slowed, feeling her hot
little tongue in his mouth and her breasts firm, huge nipples hard, beneath
his hands.  She was so hot, so hot.  Almost as hot as his mother.

   "Missy...  darling..." He whispered loudly, wanting his mom to hear
also. "Are you ready?"

   "Yes, James...  do it..." she said softly, staring at him, love fighting
with lust in her eyes.

   He rolled onto one hip, trying not to crush her leg, and squinched down
slightly, bringing the cap of his dick up to her cunt.  He spent the next
few minutes just pushing it in slightly, wiggling and worrying it about,
trying to get her used to the feeling of it.  She made funny noises, and
almost acted like she was impatient, he thought.  He finally fit the cap of
his dick directly into the softest, warmest, wettest part of her pussy, and
slowly began to push.  He had to put more and more pressure onto it, and
finally, suddenly, the head of his dick slid into her.  She sucked a breath
of air, and then gasped, and he pushed a little further.

   "Darling...  tell me if it hurts, if you want me to stop..." she nodded,
convulsively.  He pushed a little further, figuring he was a few inches in,
and then pulled out and pushed back in.  She gasped and gulped again.  He
pushed further.

   At last he was in all the way.  His groin nestled against hers.  He
stopped and just lay there, savoring the moment.  She sighed beneath him,
bringing her arms up, squeezing her hands into fists.

   "Oh...  James..." She breathed.  "Thank you, thank you..."

   He'd never before been thanked in the middle of a fuck, he thought.  He
slowly pulled his dick halfway out of her, and pushed it back in.  She
couldn't breathe when he pulled out, and gasped and sucked air as he pushed
in.  It felt like that the bottom of her stomach was falling out.  It felt
wonderful, she decided.

   He pumped for a long time, he thought.  He kind of started wondering if
she was going to come at all.  But when she did, there was no doubt that
she was coming.  Her hands slammed down on the bed, hard, and her legs
kicked.  Her back arched so far and hard he could almost hear vertebrae
cracking.  She gave a huge moaning groan, and came.  Lord, the girl came,
he thought.  She came good.  I did that?  He thought.  Damn.  I'm good.

   She lay, exhausted and almost lifeless, as he let himself come inside
her.  He felt spurt after spurt of semen leave his body, and enter hers. 
Life, he thought, I'm giving her part of my life, part of my living body.
Blessed art thou amongst women, he thought, loving her.  Oh god, I'm
coming, I'm coming.  Shit.  I came.  Jeezus.  He lay on her body, breathing
deeply, sucking cool air into his lungs.  His back and ass were wet with
sweat.  His chest, where it lay against her, was slick with sweat, as was
his groin and thighs.  He felt immensely tired.  Tired and good.

   He woke later, and rolled off of her.  She didn't even wake up.  He
turned to his mom to see her regarding him in the dim light, grinning.  He
moved his face to her and kissed her, loving her more than ever.  Goddam,
he thought, goddam.  How can it be more, each time.  I know love is a
mental thing, an immaterial thing, but how can there continuously be more,
each time.  What am I really giving, when I love?  What is filling up? 
Will it ever be full?

   "James." His mother whispered.  "You did good tonight."

   "Mom." He whispered back.  "Thank you.  Thank you for everything.  I
love you.  I love you, mom, I love you."

   "I love you too, dear." She kissed him sweetly, and he lay down, and
wrapped her in his arms.  He could feel the warmth of Missy's body against
the back of his body.  He basked in the warmth of the two of them, feeling
surrounded by them, enclosed.  He was happy.





   Missy fit into the family nicely.  She was sweet-natured, and easy to
get along with.  She seemed a little in awe of Jessica at times,
intimidated by her at times, but mostly just comfortable with her.  The
three of them continued to sleep together, always with James in the middle,
and he made love to each at least once every night.  One day, that first
week, after they got home from school, James had a thought, and he turned
and spoke to Missy.

   "Missy..." He grinned at her, to let her know he was kidding, kind of.
"Missy, darling...  would you ever make it with a girl?"

   "Make what, James." She turned back to her homework.

   "You know, silly...  make love..."

   "Only one, James.  Only one."

   "Laura?"

   She stopped and gave him a look.  He wondered if he'd gone to far.

   "No, James.  Laura is my best friend, but I don't find her, uhm, sexy."

   "I see." He said, still wondering.

   "James.  The only female I would consider making it with is your mother.
Does that bother you?"

   "Nope." Bother him?  Hell.  That was perfect, as far as he was
concerned. Nothing left now but the details, he thought.





   That night, as the three of them crawled in bed, James took Missy's
spot. She regarded him for a moment.  "Sorry, darling." He said.  "You're
in the middle tonight."

   She snapped her fingers and said, "Damn."

   "Don't worry." He said.  "It's hard work but it's worth it." He kissed
her, holding both his and her noses and they breathed the same air in and
out of each other's lungs until they were both dizzy from oxygen
deprivation.  He fucked her slowly and gently at first, and then picked up
the pace and pounded a little harder.  Missy hadn't had a really hard fuck
from him yet, he knew that would come later, when she got more used to it.
She finally came, kicking against the bed, drawing her hands into fists,
gasping and moaning.  He felt like it was a good come.  He slowed and
finally stopped, pulling away from her, to the side of the bed.  He lay
just like the girls did, on his side, with his head up on his hand.  He
could see his mother regarding him from the other side of the bed.  He made
a motion with his free hand...  see?  She's all yours...

   His mother slowly, almost cautiously approached Missy, and brought her
face closer and closer to Missy's.  Missy opened her eyes, and smiled a
beautiful smile.  She parted her lips, and let Jessica approach.  Jessica
tentatively touched Missy's lips to her own, and the two girls kissed. 
Missy mumbled something, and moaned.  Jessica crawled on top of her, and
they kissed some more.  Jessica pulled away, and slowly began moving her
body down.  Down, down...  she stopped at the top of the Y of Missy's cunt.
Missy's legs were already spread to allow Jessica to fit inside them, and
she spread them further.  Jessica slowly dropped her face into Missy's
groin, and began to suck.

   There passed the most enjoyable time Missy had ever had in her life. 
She felt unfaithful to James for a minute, and then she thought... 
James... James can do this, too.  He will do this, from now on.  I will
never again go to sleep at night, Missy decided, until I have this done to
me.  To my pussy.  Every night.  She surrendered to an orgasm, the first of
many that night.  Jessica was good...  her practice with Kat, and Anthelea
and Alice stood her well.  Jessica loved the taste of the girl, fresh and
clean and sweet and sweaty and hell, just plain pussy taste.  The girl
tasted great.  If I could put this in a bottle, Jessica thought, I'd be a
billionaire.  Goddam, goddam.  She pounded Missy's clit with her tongue,
feeling the little bud of flesh, tasting it.  It tasted delicious.

   Her hands were up on Missy's firm breasts, squeezing the hard nipples.
Her tongue was on Missy's cunt, licking her clit.  Jessica rubbed her own
tits on Missy's leg, wanting to feel everything, every part of her that she
could.  She wanted to remember this, as much as she wanted to remember
every time with James.  She loved Missy, not as desperately as James, but
she loved the girl.  She loved her, and actually also liked her.  Missy was
sweet and gentle, a tiny delicate flower that had been stomped into the mud
too many times.  Jessica felt compassion for the girl.  Compassion, and
lust.  That was a good combination she decided.  Compassion, and lust.

   James lay, resting.  It was satisfying and hornyfying to watch his women
fuck each other.  This was going to be fun, he decided.  He looked forward
to eating Missy's pussy for the first time.  He looked forward to sticking
his tongue in her asshole for the first time.  He really looked forward to
her sucking his dick for the first time.  He felt, again, a wave of love
for the two spread over him like the glow from a furnace.  James had a good
life.  He knew it already, at age sixteen.  He hoped it always went uphill.
There hadn't been many downhills in it, he realized, and he felt like he
owed almost all of that to his mother.  His beautiful, beautiful mother,
whom he had yet to fuck this evening.  Maybe even more than once.  It just
got better and better.


   

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