

          Roarke's Folly, Ch. 2 (fMF, incest, Humor)
               Chapter 3 - Fireworks for 3


         The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS.

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If you don't, please understand that the activities presented
here are unsafe. I wouldn't do them and neither should you. They
make a great pretext for an interesting story, but acting out
fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin your life or wind up dead
or both.


So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time.

To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and
regular blood all count.

I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe.



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O.K.  That should have gotten rid of the little underage
beasties.

Maybe not, but it was fun to write. I had to put something up
there. Unfortunately the part about knowing those dead from
unsafe sex was not fiction, and, people being who they are, was
probably on the low side. Not everyone advertised that their
loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first. org 7/3/08

This is my first time writing a story involving under-age
characters or incest. I must point out several things here, the
law nearly everywhere specifically prohibits both; and, this is a
work of complete fiction. Nothing in this story has been inspired
historical interaction with a real person, but have, in fact,
been inspired by fictional ones from other stories here on
ASSTR.ORG. I won't say which ones to avoid confusing my
characters with those of other authors, or to do anything to
dilute the effect of their characters, their plotlines, or
suggest trends in their stories.

However, certain fans of certain authors might suspect that I may
have been influenced by their favorite author, and I give them
free reign to guess who in my story here was influenced by any
character in their favorite author's stories. I warn you right
now, I am not going to tell.

Having said this, I have done my very best to avoid copying any
detail, mannerism, characteristic phrase, storyline,
characteristic original idea of that/those authors insofar as you
can while describing the sex act, certain things do tend to
happen in certain orders, and certain body parts do have a
limited number of names without being ridiculous.

There is a person I am hot for right now, she is decades beyond
the age of consent, and my endless currently unfulfilled desire
for her is fueling all the stories I write here. So, dear
readers, while my character descriptions and scenes may vary,
there is a person behind all these stories. She just bears no
resemblance to the character you see at the end of the writing
process.

O word replace, thou art a wonderful thing. How easy it is to
change names, ages, relationships after writing one of my
fantasies about her. If any of my stories bother you. Consider
yourself free to do the same, but not to re-publish it. This
story is mine in that sense.

If for example an incest term bothers you, the term cousin could
be changed back to Mr. or neighbor. Age 12 to 28 to 18 to 65 if
that's what fires your jets. I really don't mind. It is a little
harder than that; but, worth the effort if you really like a
story.

I can hear traditionalists shuddering, screeching, and protesting
the world over at the very idea. Tough noogies.  I remember how
satisfying it was to do this the first time with a Sherlock
Holmes story putting myself as Holmes, a friend as Watson and an
evil teacher as Moriarity. This was when the first out of
copyright text versions of stories first became available
on-line.

Yes, this means you could easily insert yourself into all your
favorite ASSTR stories. What, you mean you never thought of it
before?


On to the story!



              Roarke's Folly  (Mf, in, reluc)
               Chapter 3 - Fireworks for 3

The story thus far:

In "Roarke's Folly, Chapter 1 - A Big Surprise", Roarke returns
to Oak Park, Illinois on Fireworks Night, to discover that some
things have changed since he saw his family last. Surprised in
the bushes by who he thought was his cousin Meg, whom he had
lusted after since age 12, he got down and dirty with a 16 year
old instead, who more-or-less trapped him into having sex with
him. By the time they were through however, she had given him her
cherry but had stolen his heart as well. Having wrapped herself
around his heartstrings, she further got Roarke to him promise
that he would let her be her lover until she graduated from high
school. Roarke figured that while a two-year commitment was a lot
to promise, she had just given him a fantasy-like experience that
was worth more than the risks he'd be taking in the future but
for the biggest risk: that at the end of two years, he would be
totally in love with her and be unable to let her go.

But soon Roarke discovers that he has another surprise in store
when he finds Meg who introduces her 12-year-old daughter
Colleen, the 5'11" girl who Roarke had just finished fucking and
committed he now realizes, not two, but four years to. Roarke
also realizes that Meg, who he had wanted since he was a pre-teen
and is now single because of a rat-bastard ex-husband deserter,
wants him to move in with her, but, even if he cannot move in,
wants him to promise to do ANYTHING to make Colleen feel loved.
Anything.

At chapter's end we discover that Roarke has one more surprise
coming. Colleen has told Roarke that he has nothing to worry
about in making love to her, but this is only true if he wants to
be the father of her child. She is right in the middle of her
cycle. The experience of the death of her best friend Sue at age
11 has convinced Colleen that there was no point in waiting for
anything important in life, especially childbearing, and at
chapter's end she Meg and Roarke are watching the fireworks
together, but Colleen has Roarke's semen duck-taped inside her
vagina and is hoping she is becoming pregnant as Roarke secretly
fondles one nipple under a blanket while holding hands with Meg
with the other hand as the night's fireworks begin. They resume
in Chapter 2.


Chapter 2 - Fireworks for Three

As the fireworks exploded in the night skies over the village of
Oak Park, Meg felt peace for the first time in ages. She was not
sure whether Roarke had any answers for her and her family, but
Meg knew a lot more than she had at the day's beginning. Their
backs up against the old oak, Colleen safely leaning up against
Roarke instead of God knows where, and Erin and Sabrina with
their Grandma and her other small grandchildren, Meg took a
chance and put her hand on Roarke's leg.

Roarke turned to her and smiled. He took her hand, looked around,
and kissed it between bursts, stealing the little finger of her
left hand, which he slipped into his mouth.

Meg caught her breath: he was licking it as if it was my clit,
she thought. For some reason the idea excited her as much as if
he was licking her clit, her face, hidden by the fireworks
flushing and her breathing coming fast.

Meg wanted to pull the finger away but realized that the big old
oak tree hid what Roarke was doing from everyone behind them. No
one but Colleen could catch them, and she could only see and if
she turned around deliberately to look at them, and for once,
Colleen was absorbed in something other than people, she was
watching the fireworks and oo-ing and ah-ing like everyone else.

Meg gave up the struggle for her finger and turned sideways so
that her right breast was firmly rubbing into Roarke's left sude.
Turn my nipples hard will he? Let's see what this does for his
cock. Then Meg snuggled a little closer to Roarke and put his
hand firmly in her lap, slipping her skirt back so that her
panties were exposed to him and spreading her legs a little, then
guiding his fingers down into the Promised Land. Let's see what
he does now, Mr. `I don't think I could stay out of your very
fertile bed!'

Roarke knew that he was being naughty when he started playing
with Meg's fingers. He had mostly wanted to distract Meg from the
fact that he was playing with Colleen's right nipple, twisting
and turning it under the blanket that she had covered them both
with.

Just then Colleen was reaching her right hand up under the
blanket and rubbing Roarke's cock which was growing stiffer
because of the extra stimulation of Meg's breast. The last thing
Roarke had expected was Meg to pull his left hand into her skirt
and guide it towards her pussy. He looked to her and whispered,
"If you want my finger to come visit, I'm willing." He felt like
a dog, but he knew that to protect his relationship with Colleen
he probably was going to have to fulfill both cousins' fantasies.

Roarke withdrew his hand from Colleen's nipple, which caused a
slight whimper that he silenced with a tiny pinch. Colleen got
the message that it was no longer safe for him to be quite so
obvious and satisfied herself with feeling the warmth coming from
his hardening cock and leaned her head back to enjoy the warmth
and stiffness of it up against her neck. Then she brightened as
she realized that she could turn Roarke on covertly, and she
moved her head slowly from left to right against his cock as the
fireworks burst above, doing her best to excite him further with
the back of her head and neck.

Meanwhile, Meg whispered back to Roarke, "As long as we're
admitting things to each other, I guess I've been thinking about
having sex with you as long as you've been thinking about having
sex with me. I think its time we stopped thinking and started
doing, like starting now." Then she guided his finger carefully
under her short skirt, under her underpants, and right into the
folds of her hot wet pussy. Her pussy had been empty of another's
fingers for so long she thought, and now Roarke's strong, long,
thick fingers were caressing her, teasing her, probing her,
gently but firmly. She was amazed at how expertly he was turning
her on and her heart ached as she wondered how many women it had
taken to teach him so much.

Roarke's attention was definitely divided. He did his best to
somehow please the two women he now loved. Colleen snuggled even
closer to him so that his rock hard cock muscles were rigid
against the muscles of her neck. It was now easy for her to lift
her right hand up and stroke his sensitive organ, tracing soft,
stirring designs with her fingers, and more agonizing ones with
her nails. Roarke could feel pressure building at the very base
of his balls, threatening once again to make him come in his
pants at her touch. Roarke was worried that she might make him
scream out loud in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Meg had worries of her own
as Roarke managed to transfer some of his rapidly building orgasm
straight to Meg's clit and vulva - the earthquake began to build
inside her loins.

"Roarke, don't make me come out loud or Colleen will hear me.
Just get me worked up and come home with us tonight. We'll put
you on the guest couch, I have a change of clothes for you for
tomorrow, but once the girls are asleep, I intend to fuck your
brains out and make up for lost time."

Roarke actually whimpered at the idea, "Meg, are you sure?"

"Oh yes, I want to fuck you so badly. I wasted half my life on an
asshole. I think a fantasy night with you is something we both
deserve."

"Are you sure we can be content with just one night, Meg? We've
had feelings for each other for a long time."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Meg shivered as
Roarke's stimulation of her clit caused her first minor orgasm.
"God, did you go to Clit School or something? I've got to shut up
now, just keep that up unless I move your hand."

"Close your eyes if it gets too intense," Roarke advised, not
without another motive.

"Good idea, mmmm,". Meg shuddered again. Another harder orgasm
went through her from the base of her clit radiating warmth
through her whole body. Then a cool breeze blew across them and
under her skirt chilling the wetness covering her sex. Meg
shivered again.

Roarke worked Meg over silently while going back to Colleen's
nipple to keep her from looking back at her mother. Suddenly
Colleen's nipple disappeared, she turned a little and he felt his
zipper go down like magic. No! She wouldn't. But she did, Colleen
had Roarke's cock in her mouth under the blankets, using her
basic and primal instincts to excite Roarke even as the
explosions got louder and Meg squirmed harder under Roarke's
finger work.

Roarke could not stand for this. He grabbed Colleen's left nipple
and tugged it hard, but she just retaliated and gave the tip of
his cock a little teeth, which made Roarke gasp, then Colleen
twirled her tongue around his tip and sucked slowly and steadily
on it. This just made Roarke increase the tempo of his frenzied
rubbing of Meg's inner lips and clit. Moving his fingers in and
out of her now as if they were his cock. Meg was shaking now, the
only reason Colleen could not see or feel what was happening to
her was that she was safely under the blanket giving Roarke head.
Meg thought Colleen had just slipped down to get a better view of
the fireworks not knowing that she was indirectly causing some of
her own fireworks.

The outdoor fireworks were approaching their crescendo, Colleen
was whispering something between her sips and tugs at Roarke's
cock, and Roarke strained to hear her until, suddenly a gap in
the fireworks allowed him to faintly hear what she was chanting
every so often.

"12, 12, 12, I'm 12, 12, 12" followed by an attempt to take him
whole down her throat.

Hearing that was too much for Roarke - he thought back to the
image of her sucking him off naked on her knees earlier in the
day when he thought she was 16, an angel, a vision, perfect
beauty having just seen her perfect breasts, having just felt her
silken skin, having taken her virginity later, all of his
orgasms, all of hers, theirs, then the feeling in his gut when he
realized her age, and now the sexual naughtiness of her age
hitting him as she sucked him off as he frigged off her own
mother: 12:   "Ghhhhhhhhhh", he bit into his right fist then
coughed to cover it.

Roarke's other hand stiffened like a rock and pushed deep into
Meg, penetrating her like a giant cock and bringing his whole
hand with it, a complete surprise to Meg who was shocked into
waves of orgasm, "Arrrrrrrrrrrgh."

Meg forced herself not to bounce on the ground, quietly damning
Roarke for being so good at making her come, yet loving it too.
It only made her want more so much more than she had allowed
herself in the years since that bastard had left her.

Underneath the blanket, Colleen enjoyed the drink of hot Roarke
come. She licked him clean even as he kept spurting in her mouth.
She was proud that she had gotten most of it down. She cleaned
him off and zipped him back up and turned around, getting back
into place using the bottom of the blanket to make sure her face
and top were clean. She had been careful. Then she let herself
feel warm and satisfied and full. Roarke in her tummy, Roarke in
her womb, she could still feel the pressure of him there held in
place by her innovative duct tape blockade. She would keep them
there for three days if she had to. Long enough to do their job.
She sighed. Sue would be so proud of her. She missed Sue so much.

Colleen had also glimpsed Mom trying to horn in on her action.
She had no idea of how well Meg had done, but she was darn well
not going to let Roarke forget who he was in love with. After
all, his job was to get her pregnant, not Mom.

Eventually, Roarke worked his hand down to her nipple again.
Instead, she pulled it away and held it up to her lips and kissed
it over and over. She then brought his hand against her cheek
inside his leg where no one could see, curling to one side away
from her mother, to make up for her bad behavior. She felt Roarke
relax, and then stroke her hair. She pulled his legs around
herself and just held him, the blanket making a fort like she
used to play in what seemed like ages ago, before the cancer,
before the sadness. For the first time since Sue died, Colleen
felt completely safe and protected. Until then she had not known
how unsafe she had felt. Silently, Colleen thanked Roarke for
that revelation, sighing.

Roarke felt a subtle change come from her, not knowing quite what
it meant, only that Colleen was suddenly satisfied and relaxed
and, vulnerable again. He could tell that she was using him as a
shelter now, but from what or from whom? This was the key to why
she had ravaged him earlier in the day. For their own good,
especially hers, he needed to figure this puzzle out. But for
now, she seemed to be at peace, even if it had nearly blown his
composure once again, he supposed it was worth it. Who was he
kidding, Roarke thought to himself, that was one hell of a
blowjob.

As Meg's orgasm faded the fireworks climax was beginning. She was
glad she had a little time to recover. She took Roarke's left
hand and kissed it, sucking her juices off, and heard him groan a
little. She would have to take care of him later. God he had made
her feel good. Tonight she would make him feel better. She
wondered how many times she could make him come. Three? Four? She
ought to modify her expectations she realized, he'd had a long
drive and was probably exhausted. Still, she'd offer and hope
he'd take her up on it. She wondered if he could go five times!
Oh, such a long time since she'd even thought of such a thing.

Roarke wondered if his poor little penis would ever be the same.
How many times had he come today? God, thank your for this
blissful day. Thank you for these women. I hope the joy I brought
them was in your plan. I most sincerely do not mean them harm.
Roarke felt raw and red. Colleen had done an exciting and most
dangerous thing. Right in front of her mother! Then again, he had
brought off her mother right behind her. Coincidence? Uh-oh? Ha
she noticed, had she seen? Was she mad? Hurt? They would have to
talk, maybe even tonight?

When the show ended the crowd erupted with applause. The
fireworks were not as big as downtown Chicago's, but they were
still very good and part of the community's celebration, a time
to come together. Boy had two of them come together tonight
Roarke thought. Colleen had not though. Yet she seemed happy and
content, like that cat that had swallow the canary. Oh-oh, she ha
swallowed all right, and had he chirped a tweet melody.

"Walk us home, Roarke?" As Meg got up she made sure that Roarke
got a flash of her pussy, and had a look in her eye that promised
more. Roarke wondered if he had any more to give.

"Sure!" He helped Colleen up off the ground and she did her best
to rub his butt as he helped her up. "Did you enjoy the show,
Colleen?" His eyes searched hers for any hint of anger or
betrayal, but saw only twinkling and mischievousness.

"Yeah, but sometimes I think you older folks get more of a "bang"
out of them than we kids do. But I have to admit; I enjoyed these
a lot better than last year. Maybe it's the company."

Meg was surprised. "Why Colleen, that was, that was downright
polite of you. That's the nicest thing you've said to company in
months. No dishes for a week."

"Really? Just for telling the truth?" What was happening to her
Mom? Was she possessed? "Really. Maybe you just like your cousin
Roarke, but I'll take those kind of sweet words from you
anytime."

"Hey," Roarke put in, "I bet my angel princess has lots of sweet
things to say. Right darling?" He winked at her and she turned
away from her Mom to kiss-face back.

"Right. I mean tonight Mom, it was all the company, you included,
it was, it was the best time in the longest time, the best day
ever." Then Colleen hugged her Mom like there was no tomorrow.
Meg was more than stunned.

Meg looked up at Roarke like an alien had taken over her
daughter. "I agree, and your birthday is tomorrow, maybe we can
make that pretty special too."

"Can Roarke come and do something with us? Can you cousin
Roarke." Then she stopped to think. "Oh, you have things to move
in, I'm sure you have plans for all day tomorrow." Colleen went
from excited to dejected just that fast as teenagers do. Colleen
might look 16 but she was surely still 12 inside, no matter how
she tried to play things.

"Actually, I can. The truck isn't arriving until after the
weekend. I only loaded my car with what I needed until then, so,
I actually don't have much planned. All I need to do is sweep out
the house before the truck gets here. We have several days for
that because of the holiday weekend. If you all have something
planned, I can probably fit in somehow." Colleen beamed. She
raced to Roarke and kissed him, a smacker. Fast and loud but not
hot, just in character she thought.

"Oh, thanks Roarke, I'd love it. I'll get to show you off to my
friends. Won't they be jealous! They'll be drooling over you.
Better watch out!"

"Colleen!" Meg was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, Mom, you know it's true. Roarke is a hunk. But he's our
hunk. We don't have to mention the whole cousin thing do we?"

"Not at all, angel princess." Meg wondered to herself, and why am
I so glad of that too. Oh, she knew why. The fewer who realized
she and Roarke were first cousins, the better.

"Look, we're almost home. Grandma has the girls in bed by now,
I'd better check on them." Colleen raced upstairs.

"That's two weeks without dishes I think. Roarke, you're a
miracle worker. You certainly made a miracle for me. Fireworks
indeed! Huh, I thought I was going to scream out loud. What if
Colleen had heard me?"

"She was pretty distracted by the fireworks, but I got carried
away. You see what I meant about having a hard time staying out
of your bed, Meg." Roarke took a deep breath, and then continued.

"As Spock once said, now is the time for total truth between us.
I love you, Meg; I've always loved you. I've always had the hots
for you in a big way. One afternoon when we were 12 I almost
tackled you and pulled your swimsuit off and took my chances that
you wouldn't cry "rape". You've only gotten sexier to me as the
years have gone on. I'm exhausted tonight, but I can't imagine
spending any time under your roof as anything but your lover. If
you invite me in, its on that basis Meg, and we won't be able to
hide it from the girls or the rest of the family for long."

Meg smiled. "God Roarke, and I thought you were the one who was
going to cry rape. All those fucking wasted years. Get in here
and fuck me tonight, were just going to have to let tomorrow take
care of itself. So we can't live under the same roof. That
doesn't mean we can't make up for a lot of lost time. And," Meg
took a deep breath, "if we have to we can all move to another
state and get married there where nobody knows our relationship.
The girls get a new dad, I get the husband I should have in the
first place. That is, if you still love me when you really get to
know me. I can be an awful bitch Roarke, just ask Colleen." Meg
began to cry.

Roarke pulled her to him, letting her tears soak his stomach.
"Meg, Meg, you know she loves you. Look what she did just
tonight. That didn't come from nowhere. She loves you."

Meg looked up at Roarke, her eyes glistening and realized that he
was right. "So if I pounce on you tonight will I fuck you to
death?"

Roarke grimaced trying to count the times he had come today.
"Maybe, but what a way to go. I have to warn you, I might poop
out tonight and you might have to wake me up early tomorrow
morning to get a rise out of me."

"I'm a lark, you know that," Meg grinned, "I'll be up with the
dawn whether I like it or not. The trick will be beating Sabrina
up. She's the real early riser right now.

They walked in to find Colleen walking to the kitchen already
dressed in her pajamas, an outfit that nearly gave Roarke a heart
attack because it was so short. Colleen was wearing a pink and
white baby doll with pink slippers, totally innocent on anyone
Meg's height. But Colleen was much taller and the skirt just met
the bottoms of her panties.

"Colleen!" Meg gave her the once over.

"Yes, Mom?" Colleen noticed with pleasure that Roarke had come in
with her Mom, if she was really lucky, Roarke would stay
overnight.

"Colleen, Roarke is staying overnight tonight, I thought you knew
that, don't you think that you should wear something?"

"Oh, Mom!" Colleen couldn't help laughing. "Roarke saw me in my
swimsuit, remember? That's a heck of a lot more revealing than
this, even if I pull my skirt up!" which she did. "See, no
see-through, lace, crotch-less slits or anything scandalous under
here. Now Erin's still running around upstairs naked. I think if
you are worried about the virtue of your girls, you might want to
run upstairs!"

Meg couldn't help laughing. They were both in a giggly mood and
Colleen was right. She just had reacted to how short the skirt
was. "I'll be back in a minute Roarke, I have to get Erin dressed
before she teaches Sabrina this new fad of hers. Help yourself to
whatever you want to drink."

As soon as Meg was out of sight Colleen went over, grabbed Roarke
by the hand and pulled him behind the bar. "I'll say one thing
for Dad, before he left us, he sure built us one hell of a bar.
If Sissy Tyler didn't have such big tits and such a tight pussy I
bet he would never have left it behind. Now what would you like
to drink. How about some nice pussy juices?" Colleen moved as if
to pull her panties down but Roarke stopped her.

"Wait. I know that you're getting off on risking getting caught,
but I'm really too tired to enjoy it right now. Please, let's
call a time out till tomorrow. After all, you got me to promise
to twice the time I thought I was. Did you realize that when you
made me promise?"

Colleen thought. "I never thought about that side of things. I
was keeping my age a surprise, but it never occurred to me that
it meant that you were making a longer commitment than you, than
you thought. I, I, will it really, really be so hard? The extra
time? I mean I thought you, I thought..."

"Wait a second. Don't go there." Roarke pulled her into his arms.
"When adults make a promise like that, one they mean to keep, no
matter what, they have to stop and think out all the
implications. So I did think about time, because it meant saying
no to job offers in other cities for at least two, now four
years. Is it that hard? No. Not when I realize how lucky I am.
But I needed to know for myself whether you had thought that far
ahead. You hadn't, that's ok. But you better give some thought
about what happens to us if after four years we don't want to
stop seeing each other. We might have to make some hard choices."

"I'm sorry, Roarke. I'm really emotional about this. I wanted you
so badly and I didn't expect things to work out, I expected you
to reject me and to feel miserable, and unhappy and instead I am
so happy I can hardly stand it, but I can't tell anyone. And
being this happy isn't something I'm used to."

"You can tell me."

"Oh, Roarke. I love you." They heard squeals from upstairs
indicating that a chase was on with at least one little naked
angel princess involved. "We have to talk about my Mom. I started
thinking about her on the way over. I know she wants you. I don't
really want to, but I think I have to share you with her."

Roarke looked at Colleen with extreme surprise. "I don't want to,
but, well she saw you first isn't quite the right way to put it,
but I know she loves you at least as much as I do and she's very
lonely. She probably wants you tonight Roarke. I put this on to
distract you, but when I saw the look on her face I realized I
was just being selfish. If you can keep your promise to me, I
won't mind if you make my mother happy too."

"Colleen. I don't know what to say. Are you sure that you can
handle that? I think you're right about your mom, but "you"
really saw me first when push comes to shove."

"No I didn't. I've been mooning over your pictures ever since,
well for a while now. Mom's been mooning over your pictures worse
than I have AND disappearing into her bedroom and returning
smelling of sex. You don't have to tell me what that mea... OH!
Roarke! I never said that! Promise me you'll never tell her I
said that. Oh, God, she'd be mortified."

Roarke looked into Colleen's eyes and let the warmth of his smile
calm her. "Not as mortified as you think. I think your Mom has
resolved her issues about my knowing about her sexual feelings
towards me. Her invitation to stay over was for more than sleep."

"Oh, What did you say, Roarke?"

"Well, I couldn't exactly tell her that her daughter had turned
my weenie into a red raw pulverized mass of desensitized meat
with nary a speck of sperm left in me, now could I?"

Colleen turned bright red and couldn't help herself from laughing
at the image. "Really? That bad huh?"

"No, but that's why I'm really glad you brought your Mom up. If
you hadn't I was going to. She knows I've wanted her for a long
time, that's why I came on to you so hot and strong today when I
thought you were her in the first place. I came here fully
intending to fuck your Mom's brains out and I still love her,
but, but not the way I've come to love you. That was a surprise I
was totally unprepared for. I LOVE you Colleen. No matter what, I
don't want to hurt you, and nothing that happens between your
mother and I will ever stop me from loving you as intensely as I
do now. How's that?"

"That's pretty good Roarke. So, If you get your poor red weenie
up again tonight and she wants you, go for it." Roarke looked at
Colleen incredulously. "No, Really, you should do it. Really. As
long as we're the only two women in your life, in fact, knock her
up if you can. I'd like a baby brother."

"COLLEEN!" Smiled at Roarke and took advantage of his shock to
pull the front of her baby doll top up over the front of her
shoulders, ready to drop back into place at a second's notice, so
that he could see that she was topless beneath. She walked up to
him and grabbed his face and kissed him hard, her tongue
wrestling with his, and then, she pushed his face down to her
right breast and tried to push as much of her whole breast into
Roarke's open mouth.

What could he do? Roarke tried to suck the whole breast in but it
was just too big, but he did his best, finally settling for the
puffy areola, gnashing it gently with his teeth until she began
to whimper. She grabbed his cock through his pants and crushed
it, not painfully, but just to hold it, to claim it as her own,
and to knead it with her fingers. When she came up for air she
said lightheadedly:

"Hey, I didn't get the Wii I wanted for Christmas, so asking for
a baby brother was worth a shot." She grinned. "That's my way of
saying what I said before. We can't control everything in life.
So, if things get out of hand, tell me. I love you Roarke. I love
my Mom too. I don't know if you can be her everything, but I know
that you can make a huge difference. So, if she pounces, and your
poor little penis can get up, fuck her brains out. But think of
me as you do her!"

Then she kissed him, hard again, her lips working their way
around his. Colleen was not as very confident kisser now, despite
what she had just said, part of her worried that Roarke would
break his promise and only sleep with her mother once he started,
but she was being more herself now every minute, not playing an
older girl seductress. Roarke liked this real Colleen better.
Then they heard noise from upstairs, and rubbing his hands
against her tits for one last second, Colleen dropped her top
back into place and broke away.

"How are they, Mom?"

"They are too worked up from the fireworks honey, I just can't
get them to sleep." Meg was frustrated and mad at herself, she
should have predicted this, by the time she got them down Roarke
would be too passed out for even necking.

"Why don't I take over with them for the rest of the night. You
look pretty beat and you still need to get Roarke settled in."

Once again, Meg looked at her daughter with surprise.

Um, Mom," Colleen whispered, "If you were too tired to make up
the couch and Roarke slept upstairs, well, no one would know,
would they? You both look ready to fall over and unless you want
to put me on the couch and put Roarke in my bed, I think you can
trust him not to jump you, unless you want him too." She gave her
Mom a long loving look. Then a big smile, a hug and a kiss.

"Colleen," Meg whispered back, "Are you trying to give your aging
Mom permission to..."

"Come off it Mom, I'm not blind. I wasn't the only one drooling
over those pictures of Roarke. Now either get in there and do
something about your feelings before that Mary Sue whatever moves
in on him or..."

"Or?" Meg looked at Colleen with worry.

"Just, Or." And for once Colleen had nothing to say, turning
bright red she ran into the little girls room to read them a
story.

"Well Roarke, I don't believe I can stand another surprise, but I
do believe that my 12-year old angel princess pretty much told me
to drag you into my bedroom and haul your ashes!"

"That's not the worst of it," Roarke chuckled deciding to let her
in on at least one piece of Colleen's adult humor. Meg lifted an
eyebrow. "While we're at it, she's put in an order for a baby
brother!"

Meg felt faint, very faint. Then she started laughing with him,
rolling with him, howling with him. Her relationship with Colleen
was entering a new phase, one she had not expected and all
because of this glorious man.

As we'll see in Chapter 3, Roarke's rod had a little more life
left in it that evening than he thought. Meg and Colleen had a
lot of mutual surprises coming their way too. Also, we'll learn a
little more about Colleen's plans, how they fit in to what's
going on in town and what her gynecologist has to say. Don't miss
it.

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This is my fourth work of fiction for ASSTR.  It now in its first
draft.  Nice comments are welcome, others are not. I think I have
solved all the basic grammar issued in this release, but if I
have not, please leave a comment and I will be happy to fix it. I
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