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 Title: A New Dawn Ch.  02
Summary: An orphaned niece moves in with her LAPD detective uncle.
Keywords: inc,fic
   My brother was killed on Monday.  On Monday night my brother's daughter
came to stay with me.  Today, Tuesday morning, we'd had sex.  Several
times. I figured my shot at the Uncle of the Year Award was maybe slipping
away from me a little.
   Dawn was lying face down on the living room couch and I was lying on top
of her, taking her slowly and gently from behind.  My hands were cupped
around her tits and I was thrusting into her with a nice, easy rhythm and
we were soul kissing and she was moaning into my mouth.
   "Tell me again, Johnny," she said.
   "Incest," I said.  "California penal code section 285.  We could both go
to state prison, theoretically."
   "And realistically?"
   "The state wouldn't prosecute," I said.  "I'd lose my job though, most
likely.  Have to find some other way to make money."
   She adjusted the angle of her ass to maximize her pleasure at my
thrusts. "285," she said.  "You have those all memorized?"
   "Hell no," I said.  "Just the biggies.  Incest, I had to look up."
   She giggled, then tensed.  Within the space of a few seconds she did the
thing I was beginning to love so much.  As I sawed back and forth into her,
her breathing became ragged and she began pushing her ass back into me,
then she moaned and as her pussy clenched around me she screamed into the
pillow.  I teased her nipples to prolong her orgasm as her body threatened
to dismount me and she yelled obscenities, and my name, into the muffling
pillowcase.  I stayed inside her but didn't move.
   "Holy crap," she said when she'd recovered.  "That one almost killed me.
I'm running out of energy to have them.  Are you close?"
   "No," I said.
   "Oh God," she said.  "You're going to kill me, Johnny.  But what a way
to go." She moved away and I slipped out of her.  She turned around and
pushed me onto my back and took my erection into her hand and began to
stroke me fast and hard.
   "Cum for me Johnny," she said.  "I want to hear you scream again.  Come
on, baby.  Cum for me, lover."
   "I will," I said.  I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair.  "I'm
getting closer now."
   Her hand sped up and tightened around me.
   "I love this, Johnny.  I love you and I love doing this with you.  I've
never had a lover that makes me feel as good as you make me feel.  Cum for
me, I want to see it."
   "Oh God," I said.  "Dawn, I'm going to cum.  Ungh....  Right now! 
Cumming!!"
   She quickly wrapped her lips around my cock as I yelled and my back
arched and the feeling of incredible pleasure engulfed me again and I came
hard into my niece's mouth.  She moaned and swallowed as I held her head
and emptied myself into her.  She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer as
though she couldn't get enough of me into her mouth, and her other hand
stroked up and down my chest and belly as I spurted onto her tongue.
   "You taste good, Johnny," she said when I was finished.
   "Oh my fucking God," I said.  I opened my eyes to look at her, and
beyond her I saw Mary Beth standing in the kitchen, watching us.
   "Hello," I said.
   "That was pretty fucking hot," she said.  Dawn rolled around and looked
at her.
   "I'm sorry," Mary Beth said.  "I came looking for coffee and I should
have left when I saw what was going on, but I didn't want to.  I wanted to
watch.  You guys are hot."
   "It's okay, Babe," I said, and when Dawn looked at me with an indignant
expression I said, "Hey, Mary Beth is my best friend.  She has free reign
here.  She has a key to the place and if the door's unlocked she can come
in without knocking.  I've never had anything to hide from her and I don't
want to start now."
   Dawn considered this for a while, then giggled and said, "Okay.  At
least I know she's not going to steal you away from me." She laid her head
back down on my thigh and continued slowly stroking me.
   Mary Beth walked over to us and looked at me.  "Why are you still hard?"
she said.
   "Because a gorgeous blonde girl is laying here next to me and playing
with me," I said.  I reached down and toyed with Dawn's nipple, making her
shiver.  "And a gorgeous brunette is standing there watching us."
   Mary Beth blushed and said, "Thanks Babe.  I understand.  Gorgeous
blonde girls do a number on me, too.  Can I bring you guys some coffee?"
   I looked at the clock.  10:27 AM.  "No," I said.  "I want champagne. 
Dawn?"
   "I'm only 17," she said.  "No, wait...  I'm 18, today's my birthday! 
Happy Birthday to me!" She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and
swirled her tongue around it for a little while, then looked up and smiled.
"I like my present!" she said.  "Anyway, I'm not allowed to have alcohol."
   I looked down at her hand wrapped around my cock, then back up at her
face, and gave her my best ironic look.  She laughed at me.
   "Okay," she giggled, "champagne it is."
   Mary Beth went to the refrigerator to open a bottle of Barefoot Bubbly.
   "What time were you born?" I said.
   "Why?"
   "California Penal Code 261.5," I said.  "Unlawful sexual intercourse. 
If I had sex with you while you were still 17 I'd be charged with a
misdemeanor offense, possibly a felony offense if they were really pissed
at me.  Incest plus statutory rape...  yeah, I'm thinking state prison for
sure."
   "Oh my God, Johnny," Dawn said as she crawled up my body.  She centered
herself over my erection and I groaned as she settled down on me, impaling
herself on my cock.  She began to move on me slowly, lifting herself until
I was almost out of her and then gliding back down until I was fully seated
within her.
   "Oh my God, Johnny" she said again.  "I might still be 17.  Who knows?
You could be raping your little niece.  Heavens, what will people think?"
   I grabbed her hips and stopped her.  "Dawn, don't," I said.  "Please. 
It's bad enough that I can't resist you.  Don't tell me that you're under
age.  I'm supposed to protect you, and I never even thought to ask your
age. I'm the worst fucking uncle ever."
   Dawn leaned down and hugged me.  "I'm sorry Johnny, I'm so sorry.  I was
just teasing you.  I love you, Baby.  You do protect me.  You're the best
fucking uncle ever." She started to giggle, and started moving again,
riding my hard cock.  "Best fucking," she said, giggling again.
   "They go by dates," Mary Beth said as she sat our champagne down on the
coffee table.  "Doesn't matter what time she was born.  Today, she's 18."
She sat down on the loveseat and sipped her champagne and watched Dawn ride
my cock.
   Dawn leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's true, they go by
dates, but...  9:30 PM," she said.  "Just so you know.  I may be legal, but
you're fucking a 17 year old.  How does it feel?"
   I looked at her and put my hand on her face and caressed her cheek. 
"Fucking incredible," I said.  "Worth the jail time." An errant tear ran
down my face as I said, "I love you, Dawn."
   She stopped moving on me.  She moved her hand to my face and wiped the
tear away and then pressed her lips to mine.
   "Oh God, Johnny, I love you so much.  You've always been there for me
and I've wanted you for so long.  I never thought I would have you.  This
is so wonderful.  Thank you.  Thank you for my birthday present, Baby."
   "You're welcome, Sweetie," I said.  "I've always loved you, and given
the beautiful and sexy woman you've become I've had improper thoughts about
you for some time now.  So this is a pretty sweet present for me, too." I
sucked a nipple into my mouth.  She gasped, then moaned as Mary Beth
appeared next to us and sucked Dawn's other nipple into her mouth.  I
glanced sideways at her.  She had shucked her clothes and was gloriously
naked, just like us.  Her body was beautiful.
   "Oh my God," Dawn said.  She looked down at the two of us, watching us
suck her breasts, and started riding me harder.
   Mary Beth licked her way down Dawn's flat little tummy and began
tonguing her clit.  Dawn groaned and grabbed Mary Beth's head.  Mary Beth
put her hand on my abs for support.  Because Dawn was moving on me, Mary
Beth's tongue alternated between licking Dawn and licking my cock.  It was
the most erotic thing I'd ever felt.
   Dawn stopped moving then slowly lifted off me.  Mary Beth followed,
lapping at her cunt and simultaneously licking away at my cock.  Dawn
pulled all the way off me and rolled onto the couch next to me, watching.
Mary Beth's tongue was still all over my cock.  She stopped and looked at
us, seeming to suddenly realize what she was doing.  Dawn giggled.  Mary
Beth grinned sheepishly.
   "Hey," she said, "I've always wanted to see what it's like.  Dawn, you
were right, you know, you don't have to worry about me.  I love Johnny but
I'm not going to steal him away from you.  I just want to see what he
tastes like.  I've just always wanted to try this on a guy." And with that
she sucked my cock into her mouth.  Dawn and I both groaned, and Dawn
leaned into me and kissed me hard.
   "Your lesbian girlfriend really is your girlfriend now, Johnny," she
said.  "And I don't mind sharing."
   Mary Beth may be a lesbian but she was sucking my cock like she'd done
it all her life.  Her tongue had a dexterity and strength that would make a
porn star jealous.  She sucked me hard while her tongue worked magic on the
sensitive underside of my cock.  She cupped my balls and bobbed up and down
with furious intent.  I knew she would make me cum soon and I wanted that,
to cum hard in her mouth, to turn our friendship into something forever
much closer, but I also wanted something else even more.  I grabbed Mary
Beth's head and stopped her and pulled her up and slid down the sofa until
I could kiss her, a passionate tongue-battling kiss.  She pulled away,
breathing heavily.
   "Why did you stop me, Johnny?" she said.  "I want to make you cum.  I
want to see what it tastes like."
   I groaned at the thought of that, but said, "I want that too, Babe, but
first things first, you have to finish what you started," and pushed Mary
Beth's head down into Dawn's crotch.  Being a good lesbian girlfriend, Mary
Beth went right for Dawn's clit.
   Dawn's eyes opened wide and she looked at me and started to say
something but then she lay back down on the couch and moaned and her hands
buried themselves in Mary Beth's hair and pulled her head into her pussy.
All the while, her eyes were open wide and locked on mine.
   "But..." Dawn said.  "But..."
   "I know you're not gay," Mary Beth said as she slipped a finger into
Dawn's wet pussy.  "But I am, and I was just sucking your uncle's cock and
loving it.  All bets are off, so just settle back and enjoy the ride. 
We're all just friends and lovers today.  Besides, I'm really good at
this." She licked the length of Dawn's slit and moved to suck her clit and
Dawn groaned and thrashed on the couch and wrapped her arms around Mary
Beth's head.
   Mary Beth's ass was on display in front of me, high in the air as she
knelt on the couch driving Dawn into the first of a series of orgasms.  I'm
not gay either, I thought, and a guy can only take so much.  I thought
about asking permission first but I didn't, hoping our friendship and the
heat of the moment would make it okay.  I grabbed Mary Beth's hips and
waited a moment to see if she would resist, and when I saw that she was
simply continuing her good work on Dawn I guided the head of my cock to her
opening and drove myself fully into her.
   Mary Beth lifted off Dawn and screamed and I stopped moving, buried
deeply in her, afraid that my judgment was horribly wrong.  But then her
head whipped around and she looked at me with a wild-eyed expression and
said, "Yes, Johnny!" and I cupped her breasts and began to slam into her.
   Dawn's eyes were wide open, watching me fuck Mary Beth.  I suddenly
realized that in this convoluted new game of friendship and love and
incest, I might be hurting someone I dearly loved.  I stopped moving again
and said, "Dawn?"
   She just smiled at me and said, "It's about time for you two.  Gay or
straight, you're made for each other." Then her gaze lost focus and her
head whipped back and she screamed out another climax.  I started moving
again inside Mary Beth and she raised her head off of Dawn and put her
hands on the sofa and pushed back against me and I hammered into her and
she started a slow, keening wail and then came hard, her pussy clamping
down on my cock.  She yelled my name over and over and moaned as her juices
coated my cock.
   "Going to cum," I panted as I slammed her fast and hard.
   "In me," she moaned.
   "Fuck, fuck, oh FUCK!" I yelled and pulled her tightly against me and
spurted my cum deep inside my lesbian girlfriend.  Or maybe bisexual
girlfriend.  Just girlfriend, I decided as the waves of pleasure took me
and weakened my knees, and I collapsed on top of Mary Beth and she in turn
fell onto Dawn.
   I held Mary Beth against me and gently rubbed her breasts and kissed her
back.  "Thank you," I said.  "You are a fucking awesome lover.  I love you,
Mary Beth."
   She shuddered in my embrace and it took me a few moments to realize that
she was crying.  Oh no, I thought.  What had I done?  And what in the world
could I possibly do to make it right?
   But then she turned around and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me,
her tongue darting into my mouth and wrestling with mine.
   "Johnny, I've wanted this for so long," she said.  "I fought against it
and would have never initiated it, and I'd started to think that you never
would either."
   I looked down at her and wiped the tears from her cheeks.  She held me
tight.
   "I'm still a lesbian," she said.  "Or at least I think I am.  I'm not
attracted to men.  But I am attracted to you." She kissed me.  "I want to
be yours but I'm still going to want women.  Is that going to be okay?"
   "I think I have a solution," Dawn said.  Mary Beth squealed in my arms
as Dawn moved between her legs and began to lick and suck my cum from her
pussy.  My overworked cock instantly became rigid again.
   "Fuck me, that's a pretty good solution," I said.  "We should take this
solution to the bedroom."
   We walked upstairs and into my bedroom and laid down on my king sized
bed, Dawn on one side of me and Mary Beth on the other.  I suddenly
realized that this was the first time the three of us were going to
intentionally initiate sex as a threesome and I had no real idea how to
start.  I loved them both and didn't want to hurt either of them.  If I
started with Mary Beth, how would Dawn feel?  And vice-versa.
   I was just about to voice my concerns when the girls solved it, at least
for this time.  Dawn rolled onto her side and kissed me, and Mary Beth
moved down my body and engulfed my hard cock into her warm, wet mouth.  I
put one hand lightly on the back of Mary Beth's head and my other hand
found Dawn's breasts and played with her nipples as our tongues did battle.
   I had recently cum and so I figured Mary Beth would be down there for
some time but it didn't work out that way.  Her mouth felt so good on my
cock that after only a few minutes my body betrayed me and I felt the first
tingles of an orgasm.  I started bucking my hips up off the bed, face
fucking her, and she must have realized that meant I was close because she
increased her suction level to 'Incredible' and matched my thrusts.
   I've watched some porn in my life and know that some of the guys groan
when they cum, and some can actually talk through their orgasms.  Me?  I
yell.  It's involuntary.  So when I exploded onto Mary Beth's tongue I
yelled right into Dawn's mouth.  She pulled away and looked down at me as
my back arched and my head whipped back and forth and I rode the rushing
wave of pleasure that a great orgasm is.
   "It's fun to watch you cum, Johnny," she said, and kissed me
passionately again.
   Mary Beth finished sucking me dry and let my cock pop out of her mouth.
She moved back up my body and put her hand on the back of Dawn's head. 
When Dawn looked up, Mary Beth drew her into a kiss.  Watching them it
became clear to me that Mary Beth had saved my cum in her mouth and that
they were now busily swapping it back and forth between them.  Improbably,
my cock began to show signs of life.  How many times had I already cum
today?  I felt like I was 18 again.
   They both swallowed and finished their kiss.
   "Thanks Babe, that was delish," said Dawn.
   "Yeah, it was," Mary Beth said.  "You know, I've sucked on fake cocks
and been fucked with strap-ons, but it turns out that nothing feels like a
real live cock that's attached to a man you love.  And none of my toys can
do what Johnny's cock just did."
   "It's going to do it again pretty soon," I said.  Both girls looked down
and back up at me and laughed.
   "You're insatiable," Dawn said.  "I like that in a man.
   We laughed with each other and played with each other and loved each
other until at last, exhausted, we fell asleep.
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   I quickly came wide awake and sat up in bed.  I listened hard and heard
the distant tinkling of glass that indicated someone was clearing sharp
remnants before reaching through a shattered window pane.  On the kitchen
door, I assumed.
   I roused my women and told them what was happening.  I reached over Dawn
and opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the Glock and thumbed the
safety and handed it to her.
   "I'm going downstairs.  Shoot anyone that tries to come up.  Got it?"
She gave me a wide eyed nod.
   I handed the phone to Mary Beth.  "Call 911," I said.  "Tell them the
address and my name and that an LAPD Pacific Division officer needs
assistance.  'Officer needs assistance.' Those words exactly, okay?" Mary
Beth nodded and dialed.
   I moved to jump out of the bed but Dawn grabbed me.
   "No Johnny, wait here, let's fight them here!"
   I pulled my arm away and held her face and forced her to look at me and
growled, "I'm not going to let them get here.  They're not getting anywhere
near you two." I pulled out of her grasp and ran for the stairs.  My bare
feet made no noise as I descended.  I heard muttered cursing from the
direction of the kitchen and I smiled.  Whoever the perp was, he'd just
discovered that the kitchen door was locked by a deadbolt that required a
key on the inside, and there was no key there.
   I thought about grabbing a knife from the kitchen but I didn't want to
make myself a target or even let them know that I was awake and downstairs.
I looked around the darkened living room for something, anything that I
could use as a weapon.  I settled on a copy of The Economist magazine.  I
rolled it as tightly as I could and held the middle of it in my right hand.
A rolled up magazine can actually be a pretty formidable weapon, especially
in the hands of someone who knows how to fight, but it wouldn't be much use
if my attackers had guns.  I vowed that if I survived this night I would
buy the shotgun I'd been considering.
   I figured the guys outside were scratching their heads and trying to
decide their next move.  If they battered down the kitchen door or broke
the sliding glass patio door they'd make enough noise to wake everyone
inside and lose the element of surprise they thought they had.  Same with
the living room door which was also dead bolted but, unlike the kitchen
door, had no small window panes to knock out.  I decided that they'd either
come in through the kitchen window over the sink or through one of the
living room windows, and thought about where I should position myself to be
ready for either approach.
   As my enemies and I considered what to do next I heard the faint wail of
a police siren, quickly joined by a second.  I smiled as they rapidly got
louder.  The cavalry, right on time.  If my attackers had any functioning
brain cells they would have bugged out at the first hint of a siren.  As
the police cars pulled up outside I tossed the magazine on the coffee table
and turned on the living room lights.  I unlocked and opened the kitchen
door, yelled for Dawn and Mary Beth to come down without the gun, and
opened the front door.
   Two cops, one big and muscled and one VERY big and muscled, guns drawn
but pointed down.
   "Thanks for coming, guys," I said.  "I'm the cop that called you."
   "Can you prove it?" Big said.
   That's when I realized I was naked.  Not that the cops would much care;
we see that kind of thing all the time.
   "I don't seem to have my badge on me at the moment, but we can go
upstairs and get it after you guys clear the downstairs."
   "Jesus Christ," Very Big muttered as he looked over my shoulder.  I
turned to follow his gaze and saw Dawn and Mary Beth coming down the
stairs. Neither one of them had taken the time to put anything on.
   "Dawn, Sweetie, can you please go back upstairs and bring down my badge?
It's on the nightstand that the Glock was in."
   "Don't bother, I know him," said a female voice.  Two more cops, a man
and a woman, walked in from the kitchen.  The woman looked me over and
grinned.
   "Hi there Johnny," she said.  "Nice to...  see you."
   "Hello, Jen," I said.  "Sorry about the nudity.  We were upstairs in bed
when I heard them break the window."
   Jen looked at the two beautiful naked girls standing on the stairway and
then back at me, still grinning.  "Lucky bastard," she said.
   I grinned back at her.  "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.  The upstairs
is clear, by the way." Everyone holstered their weapons.
   Big said, "We're going to take a walk around the outside of the house
and see what we can find.  C'mon, partner." Very Big, still staring at my
women, ignored him.  "Hey," Big said, snapping his fingers in front of his
partner's face.  That got his attention.  They both pulled out flashlights
and walked away.
   "Wanna tell us what happened, Johnny?" Jen said.
   "Yeah.  We'll go put some clothes on first."
   "Don't bother," she said.  "I'm thoroughly enjoying this and by the
looks of my partner here, so is he."
   He was staring at me, not at the girls.  "You're in really good shape,"
he said.
   Jen grinned at me again.  "Gay as can be," she said.
   "Okay," I said.  "I'm a household nudist so it doesn't bother me.  Mary
Beth, would you mind making a pot of coffee for the troops?"
   "Sure, Sweetie," she said, and padded into the kitchen.  I heard another
"Jesus Christ" from a male voice and figured that the other cops were
examining the broken kitchen window.  Dawn came over to me and we all sat
down.
   "We were upstairs in bed asleep," I started.
   "All in the same bed?" Jen said.
   "Is that relevant?" I said.
   She grinned.  "It is to me," she said.  "You guys all smell like sex."
   "Yes, all in the same bed," I said.  I told her what had woken me and my
actions after that.  Mary Beth brought us coffee and sat down next to Dawn.
   "It could have been a routine burglary, but it could have been something
else.  You know who my brother was?"
   Jen nodded.  "Everyone knows," she said, meaning everyone on the force.
She looked at Dawn and I saw that she had put it together.  "Wait a
minute...  she's your niece?" She stared at me.
   With a straight face I said, "Mary Beth is my girlfriend.  Dawn was in
bed with us for warmth."
   She stared at me some more, then said, "R i i i i ight.  So...  You
think they came back for her?"
   "It's possible," I said.  "The safe thing is to assume it's true and be
prepared for it."
   Dawn shivered next to me and Mary Beth and I both put our arms around
her.
   "What are you going to do?" Jen said.
   "I'm going to take some leave and keep Dawn close until Meyer solves my
brother's murder," I said.  "I mean, we know who did it but we don't have
any evidence to go to the D.A.  with.  The cartel doesn't want Dawn.  The
local killers want her because they're worried she was there and saw their
faces.  Once they go down, she's safe."
   "Sounds reasonable," she said, standing up.  "Well, I've got to go write
all this up.  Don't worry, I'll leave out the juicy bits." She grinned at
me.  "Congratulations on your little harem here.  I'm sorry you're off the
market, though; I was considering making a run at you myself."
   Dawn and Mary Beth looked at each other for a moment and then both
nodded.  "Who says you can't?" said Mary Beth.  "We're good sharers.  If
Johnny's up for it, why don't you come over for dinner tonight as a 'Thank
you' for coming to our rescue this morning?"
   Jen's jaw dropped.  She was speechless for several moments, then a small
grin grew on her face.  "I might just do that," she said.
   "Great," said Mary Beth.  "I'm a lesbian.  Any chance you enjoy sex with
women?"
   Jen was speechless again.
   Mary Beth smiled sweetly.  "I'm sorry, was that a little forward?"
   Jen looked at her partner, who was looking hopefully at me.
   "Sorry," I said.  "Straight as a board." I stood up and hugged Jen. 
"Thanks again for coming out today, Jen.  And you're welcome to come for
dinner but there's no pressure about that or anything else.  I know this
arrangement must seem kind of weird."
   "Weird, yes," she said.  "But also intriguing." Her hands moved onto my
ass and gave it a little squeeze.
   My cock began to rise up against her body.  When she felt it she backed
away a couple of steps and looked down at it as it rose to full mast.
   "Very intriguing," she said.  "What time is dinner?"
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   It wasn't until the cops had left that it occurred to me that once they
did, there'd be nothing to prevent the intruders from having another go at
it.  And this time they weren't likely to be so subtle.  I threw on some
shorts and ran after the big guys and caught them just as they were
starting the car.  I explained the situation and they agreed to come back
in for a few minutes while I made other arrangements.  I learned that Big
was really Mike and Very Big was Stan, short for Stanislaus.  They moved
the car to my driveway and came inside with me.
   They were both clearly disappointed that the girls had thrown on some
clothes.  The girls saw that and giggled, and once I explained that Mike
and Stan were hanging around to protect us for a while, they looked at each
other and giggled again and shimmied out of their minimal clothing.  They
each went to an officer and hugged him for a few seconds and kissed him on
the cheek, then switched places and hugged and kissed the other.  When Mary
Beth hugged Stan his arms moved and I could tell that he wanted to grab her
ass, but he stopped himself and looked at me.
   "Go ahead," I said.  "I won't tell your wife." He reached down and
gently grabbed Mary Beth's ass and pulled her slightly into him and sighed.
   "Better not," he said.  "She's two hundred pounds and mean as hell
sometimes.  She'd kick my ass and then come over here and kick yours." He
let go of Mary Beth and she kissed him on the cheek again and then both
girls turned and slowly walked out of the room, exaggerating the sway of
their asses as they went.
   "Now you can tell everybody that you've had a piece of lesbian ass,
Stan," I said.
   His mouth gaped.  "No shit?" he said.  "I thought she was your
girlfriend."
   "Well, she makes an exception in my case," I said.  "But aside from me,
she's into women.  That's where Dawn comes in."
   "Goddamn lucky-assed little fuckin' punk detective," Mike said.  But he
was grinning when he said it.
   I called Pacific Division and explained the situation and asked the
watch commander if he could have a squad car brought over and parked in my
driveway.  He agreed, and fifteen minutes later the unit arrived.  Now it
would at least appear that we had cops in the house.  The driver was a
fresh-faced kid straight out of the academy, stuck with office duty until
he was partnered up for a beat.  I thought his eyes were going to pop out
of his head when the girls dutifully hugged him and kissed him for his
help, too.  This time they double teamed him.  When they stepped back the
kid was sporting an obvious tent.  The girls giggled, something they were
doing a lot of now, and Mike and Stan laughed and pulled the kid towards
the door.
   "Thanks again guys," I said.
   "Bullshit, thank YOU!" Stan said over his shoulder and laughed again. 
Meanwhile Mike was riding the kid.  "Don't worry about it, son.  I remember
my first naked girl, too.  You'll start to get used to it once you actually
have sex."
   "Hey, they weren't my first..." I heard before the door shut behind
them. I turned on my girls.
   "You've been very naughty," I said.  "You may have to be punished."
   "Yes please!" they both said.
   "Have you learned anything at all today?"
   "I've learned that I'm an exhibitionist," Dawn said.
   "Yeah," said Mary Beth.  "I've learned that I'm an exhibitionist, too.
AND, I've learned that I love cock!"
   It was still pretty early in the morning but all three of us were wide
awake.  Mary Beth and Dawn went upstairs to shower together while I rustled
up some breakfast.  I fried some bacon until it was crisp and chopped it up
into small chunks, then I sliced up some green onions and diced some fresh
basil from the patio.  I cracked a bunch of eggs into a large bowl and
whisked them until they were frothy, then shredded cheddar and parmesan
cheese into the eggs until it was enough, then mixed in the other
ingredients along with salt, pepper, cumin, and a dash of Tabasco.  I
stirred the mixture and poured it into a frying pan, covered it, and turned
the flame on low.
   I realized that the water for the shower had been running all this time
and smiled at the thought of what must be going on in there.  I briefly
thought of investigating but decided to give the girls some alone time. 
After all, this was their first chance to be together without me.  I poured
myself a fresh cup of coffee and went out onto the patio and sat down to
think about things while I watched the sun come up.
   The first thing I thought about was Dawn.  We were clearly in love with
each other and the sex between us was incredible, but she was my niece. 
How far could we expect to go with this kind of relationship?  Not to
mention the fact that I'm 32 and she's only 18.  Maybe that didn't matter
so much to her right now, but it might matter a lot more when she's 36 and
I'm 50.
   And because we'd had to call the police and at least two of them
suspected that I was sleeping with Dawn (and one of them might find out for
sure tonight), word might spread within the department and it might mean my
job.
   The next thing I thought about was Mary Beth.  She was my best friend
and I loved her, and although I had admired her good looks and hot little
body ever since I'd moved in next door to her I'd never thought of making
any kind of move on her because of her sexual orientation.  That had all
changed in the heat of the moment last night and now I knew that she was
also oriented towards me.  But she admitted that she would always also want
female sex partners.  Would that work for me?  I didn't think I was
particularly jealous, but then again my relationships had always been
monogamous.  Not to mention one at a time.
   This was making my head hurt.  I took my coffee into the kitchen and
poured a healthy dose of Kahlua into it.  The shower was off.  I committed
the cardinal sin of checking on my breakfast, then put the lid back on and
went back out to the patio to sit and think some more.
   Could Dawn, Mary Beth, and I live as a triad?  Dawn obviously enjoyed
lesbian sex and that worked out well for Mary Beth, who also enjoyed
straight sex with me.  A threesome relationship that centered around Mary
Beth might be a plausible rationale to the outside world for Dawn living
with me: just a guy and his girlfriend who decide to let his niece live
with them.
   Then I remembered that the girls had invited Jen over for dinner and
quite possibly 'dessert.' And had invited her to 'take a run at me.' Not
only that, they had quickly and wordlessly agreed to it and done it without
asking me first.  I'd have to question them about that.
   "Heavens, Lover, there's a naked man on our patio!" Dawn said.  I turned
to look at them.  Dawn was dressed in a towel and a smile; Mary Beth was
dressed the same way only minus the towel.
   "And he's drinking our coffee," Mary Beth said.  "I'd better make more."
   "God, I'm ravenous and it smells delicious," Dawn said.  "What is it?"
   "Frittata," I said.  "It should be ready soon." I sat the coffee down
and got up and walked to her and hugged her.  She kissed me on the cheek
and pushed me away, wrinkling her nose.
   "Eeewww, Jen was right: you smell like stale sex.  Go take a shower. 
We'll finish getting breakfast ready."
   Ten minutes later I was back downstairs, showered and shaved and just as
naked as Mary Beth.  I hugged her and kissed her and fondled her ass a
little.
   "Soup's on," said Dawn, and we sat down to our frittata and champagne.
As it turned out, all three of us were ravenous and I thought there was a
danger that I'd have to make more breakfast.
   "This is friggin' delicious, Johnny," Dawn said around a mouthful of
frittata.
   "Don't talk with your mouth full, Dear," said Mary Beth, her own mouth
full.  They both laughed and clinked their champagne glasses.
   While we ate I explained my thought processes from my patio session of
introspection.
   "A three-way marriage?" Mary Beth said.  "Well, not marriage, but you
know what I mean."
   "That could work, Johnny," said Dawn.  She looked excited.  "I couldn't
think of any way that you and I could live together short of packing up and
moving someplace where nobody knew us.  But if Mary Beth is your girlfriend
to the outside world, it would seem innocent that I'm also living with you.
And as it turns out I really, really like lesbian sex." She grinned at Mary
Beth.
   "For which I'm very grateful," Mary Beth said.  "Johnny, Dawn loves you
and I love you, and I'm falling for Dawn pretty quickly.  This could work."
   "Are you sure?" I said.  "Why did you two invite Jen to 'take a run at
me?'"
   They looked at each other.  Obviously they hadn't talked about this yet.
   Mary Beth went first.  "Okay, what I was thinking was that you wouldn't
be happy stuck with a lesbian who wanted to be with other women, and that
it wasn't fair to try and make you do that."
   Dawn said, "And I couldn't figure a way that we could be together, and
didn't think it was fair to keep you from dating someone who might turn out
to be someone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.  We looked in
each others' eyes and saw the same thing and just acted on it."
   "Listen," I said, "I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life with either
of you.  It's a gift from God that I might have a chance to spend it with
both of you." I reached out and held both Mary Beth's and Dawn's hands. 
"So you don't have to go finding women for me."
   They smiled at me and both squeezed my hand.
   "If I'm going to be totally honest, I like a little variety," Mary Beth
said.  "I'm sort of hoping to get Jen to bat for my team tonight."
   "That sounds good to me, too," Dawn said.
   "Are you two going to be okay if I also wind up having sex with Jen
tonight?" I said.
   "Totally okay," Mary Beth said.  "Truly."
   I looked at Dawn.  "It would be hot to watch," she said.  "And help."
   Mary Beth said, "You and Dawn and I are at the start of something that
could be pretty special, but we're just at the start.  Can we please be in
the 'I'm really into you but I've got to get to know you better before we
commit to each other so it's okay if we still see other people, but only
when we do it together' phase of the relationship for a while?"
   I looked at Dawn again.  "Sounds right to me," she said.
   I thought about it.  "Does that include you two having sex with other
guys?"
   "Not for me," Mary Beth said.  "I told you, I'm attracted to exactly one
guy on the planet.  And I don't even know why.  Maybe I'm really bisexual."
   "Nope, I like the idea of having a lesbian girlfriend too much for you
to be anything else," I said.  She laughed.
   I looked at Dawn again.  "Me neither," she said.  "I love you, Johnny.
Only you."
   "Let me just summarize to see if I have this right.  The three of us
love each other and we'll live together and bang each others' brains out
day and night.  You're each okay with me having sex with both of you. 
Neither of you will sleep with another man, but we'll be free to bring
other women home and, depending on how they're inclined, all three of us
can have sex with them, too.  Does that about cover it?"
   They both nodded happily.  "You've got it, Professor," Mary Beth said.
   "I can live with that," I said.
   ---------
   I called Myer to tell him that I was taking some leave, and why.  He
said that he understood and agreed.  I asked him how the case was going. 
He didn't ask which one I meant.
   "Nowhere, and fast," he said.  They'd already been through the forensic
evidence and while all the tests weren't finished it was already clear that
there was nothing useful.  They'd talked to the neighbors and contacted
taxi companies and delivery services that might have had people in the
neighborhood at the time of the murder.  They'd hauled in and sweated the
guy we knew had done it, Carlos Santos and his two lieutenants.  Nothing.
We both knew how quickly the odds of breaking a case decrease as time goes
by.
   "We know that Dawn heard your brother say 'Carlos' when he opened the
front door, just before she closed the attic hatch.  That's all we got. 
And there's at least a couple more guys named Carlos in Los Angeles.  I
don't think the D.A.  will bite." He was trying to be funny.
   I sighed.  "Dawn will never be safe as long as Santos is free, Meyer."
   "I agree.  You might want to think about that," he said, and hung up.
   I did.
   ---------
   The private security I'd arranged for showed up at ten o'clock.  Both
were off duty cops that I knew.  Buddy Megellas was good friend of mine. 
We'd served in the Rangers together and had both left the Army to become
LAPD cops.  Buddy was a beat cop and that's all he wanted to be.  He'd
passed the Sergeant I exam but was loathe to be promoted for fear of being
assigned to any kind of administrative duty.  He'd always been one who
craved action while in the Army Rangers and he was no different now.  I
hugged him and thanked him for coming.  I hugged the other cop, too.
   Mary Beth and Dawn both squealed in delight when they saw Buddy and I
walk through the door with Jen Franklin.
   "Jen, when the hell do you sleep?" Dawn said.  "You worked the night
shift and now you're going to be here all day."
   "This is the start of three days off," she said.  "I'll start it tired,
but I'll start it with some of Johnny's money in my pocket, too." She
grinned at me.
   "You'll start it exhausted if we get our way tonight," Mary Beth said.
Buddy gave me a questioning glance.
   "I'll explain later," I said.  "Or they will while I'm gone."
   "Where are you going?" Dawn said.
   "I just have a little errand to run," I said.
   "Where are you going?" Dawn said.
   I sighed.  "I'm going to have a talk with Carlos Santos."
   "No, Johnny!" she said.
   "Fuck, I'm going with you, Bro," Buddy said.
   "Who is Carlos Santos?" Mary Beth said.
   Jen just watched me.
   "Buddy, you're staying right here.  I need people I can trust to protect
these two women.  Dawn, the investigation of your father's murder is going
nowhere.  I need to try and talk us out of this situation."
   Jen softly said, "Carlos is bad news, Johnny.  He's got an evil temper.
He could snap and kill you if you say the wrong thing."
   Mary Beth was shaking.  "Who is Carlos Santos, Johnny?  Who is he?"
   "He's the man who killed my brother," I said.  "The man who killed
Dawn's father.  The man who wants to kill her now.  The justice system
isn't going to be able to do anything about this.  I've got to stop him
myself."
   "Johnny, no," Dawn said quietly, but I could tell that she was resigned
to the fact that I was right and that I was going.  I went to her and
hugged her and kissed her cheek and smoothed her hair and she held me
tightly.  When I let go of her there were tears streaming down her face.  I
brushed them away and planted a quick kiss on her lips.
   "I love you.  I'll be back," I said.  I turned to Mary Beth and she was
crying too, and still shaking.  I went to her and held her and kissed her.
"Hey," I said.  "This is just cop stuff.  This is what I do.  I'm coming
back to you.  I love you."
   Then I turned and walked out the door.
   ---------
   Carlos Santos did business in a dingy warehouse near Burbank Airport. 
They made me strip to my underwear to make sure I had no weapons and wasn't
wired, then they let me in.
   "You've got some balls, I'll give you that," Carlos said.  "Why are you
here, cop?"
   "Dawn," I said.
   Carlos walked a circle around me as he talked.  "What the fuck, 'dawn'
what?" he said.  "Something happening at dawn?" Both of his lieutenants,
sitting in chairs on opposite sides of the room, laughed in order to
signify that the boss had said something funny.
   I said, "You killed my brother.  I know what he was and I understand why
you did it.  He didn't tell the Feds anything and he never would have, but
I understand why you did it.  But Dawn...  she hasn't seen anything and she
hasn't heard anything and she hasn't done anything to you.  Let it go."
   Carlos laughed and said, "A good uncle.  It's good to see that the
importance of family has not been lost on your generation.  I appreciate
that.  But also...  I hate loose ends, you know?"
   He stopped circling and stared at me.  "Your brother.  He screamed like
a puta.  You know this word, yes?  And then he cried like a little girl." I
stared back at him.
   The lieutenant on my left laughed.  "Yeah, man, he thought he had a
chance of making it out of there alive right up until you took a sledge
hammer to his knee.  After that it was all downhill for him."
   Carlos closed his eyes and clenched his fists.  "All right vato, that's
enough.  Time to figure out how to best use our new friend here to get what
we need." He opened his eyes and looked at me.  "You know where she is and
how to get around any security that you've given her, yes?"
   "Fuck you," I said.  When he hit me I saw stars and almost went down. 
As my vision cleared I saw him rubbing his hand.  He was wearing brass
knuckles.  When had he put those on?  I felt blood sliding down off the
side of my head and onto my t-shirt.
   "Fuck me?  No, I think it is you who are fucked here, cop."
   I felt a dreadful calm descend onto me.  I knew everything I needed to
know.  These were the men who killed my brother, and these were also men
who would never stop trying to kill Dawn.
   I reached up to hold my head and lowered myself, bending at the knees,
as though I were fighting to stay upright.  The lieutenants laughed and
Carlos came in closer, probably to deliver another blow.  He had no chance.
I summoned all the strength I had and kicked Carlos in the throat,
shattering his larynx.  He went down like a sack of flour, clutching his
neck.
   I put him out of the equation and focused on the lieutenants, wondering
which would draw first.  The guy on my left made a move for his shoulder
holster and I was on him, intending to use him as a bullet absorbing
shield. As I watched, the other guy pulled out a knife.  That changed
things.  I broke my guy's neck and wiggled his head around to make sure,
then grabbed his coat and wrapped it around my left hand and squared off
with the other guy.
   I hate knives.  Absolutely hate them.  But I also understand them and
how to use them.  This guy was good with a knife.  He didn't flip it
between hands or sweep it back and forth sideways like on TV.  He held it
poised, ready for defense and ready for a perfect offensive opening.  I
knew that stance.
   "Rangers," I said.
   "Delta, actually," he said.  "Rangers are pussies.  Wanna prove it?"
   He moved on me and just as I realized that the coat on my hand was
actually a liability, slowing my arm and throwing off my weight
distribution, he struck.  I reacted.  We moved away from each other.  I had
a brand new eighth inch deep gash running across my abdomen.  I tossed the
coat aside.
   "Told you, Bro," he said.  "Ain't no Ranger can take me," and he moved
on me again.
   "I'm not just a Ranger," I said.  He lunged and I sidestepped it and hit
him in the head.  He whirled around and swung the knife towards my throat
and I fell under it and captured his arm and bent it and the knife went
into his chest.  He sank to the ground and stared at me.
   "Fuck you, Ranger," he said, spitting up blood.
   "Not just a Ranger," I said.  "Little extra training on the side." I
twisted the knife until I was sure it had sliced into his heart, wiped the
handle clean, and I left him to bleed out.  I walked over to Carlos, who
was beginning to turn purple.  He stared up at me.
   "Sucks, doesn't it?" I said.  "Not being able to breathe.  It's amazing
the little things we take for granted."
   I sat with him until he stopped struggling and his eyes glazed over.  I
felt for a pulse and there was none.
   I looked at my wound.  Seeping blood; not too bad.  The black shirt
should hide it well enough.
   I put on my clothes and went home.
   ---------
   My head hurt and my vision was a little fuzzy.  I considered pulling
over and resting, but I needed to make it home to be with my women.
   As I drove I thought about how I should be feeling a catharsis of some
sort.  I had just killed the men who murdered my brother and who were after
my lover.  I was no stranger to killing and they deserved to die so I felt
no remorse.
   The problem was that all my prior killing had been for my country, and
justified by that.  This was murder, plain and simple.  More than that, I
was a cop, a detective.  It was my job to prevent murder if I could and to
track down and punish those who committed it.  It was a conflict I wasn't
sure I could resolve.
   I pulled onto my street, hit the button for the garage door, and parked
the car.  By the time I got out of the car, Dawn, Mary Beth, Jen, and Buddy
were out of the house to greet me.  Dawn got to me first and hugged me so
tightly that I couldn't breathe.
   Standing up had been a mistake.  My vision blurred and I fought to stay
upright.  Dawn backed away and said, "Johnny?"
   Then Mary Beth screamed and the last thing I saw before everything went
black was Dawn's white blouse, covered in my blood.
   ---------
   "...  no hospital, no doctors," Jen was saying as I came awake.  "I
don't know how badly Johnny hurt them, or how hard the department will look
for who did it, but Johnny is already a natural suspect and the one thing
we can't do is hand him up on a silver platter."
   I heard both of my girls sobbing so I opened my eyes and opened my arms
out to them and they rushed to me and laid down on either side of me and
kissed me and held me gently.
   "Water," I croaked, and Jen went off to get some.  I looked down at my
wound.  It had been taped up nicely.  I recognized the technique.  "Thanks,
Buddy," I said.
   "No problemo, Bro," he said.  "It's not bad at all.  You've had a lot
worse.  It'll heal up without stitches.  Just keep the sex gentle for a
while, no rough stuff, and you'll be fine.  And Jen is right, ladies, this
dude needs to keep as low a profile as he can for as long as he can."
   Jen came back and I sat up and took the water and smiled my thanks.
   "How long was I out, Jen?" I said.
   "Couple of hours.  What the fuck hit your head, Johnny?"
   I finished gulping down the water.  "Brass knuckles," I said.  "Sucker
punch."
   Meyer walked through the bedroom door.  "Your garage door was open," he
said.  "Security sucks around here." He looked me over.  "You've looked
better, Johnny."
   "Felt better, too," I said.
   "Tell me everything," Meyer said.
   So I did.
   Meyer was thoughtfully silent for several minutes, then said, "Is there
anything in that warehouse that could incriminate you?"
   "Not that I know of," I said.  "There was nobody else there.  I left
nothing there, including no prints.  Maybe a little blood."
   Meyer said, "There are two ways to go with this, Johnny.  One way is to
march into Division and tell all.  It was self defense, at least at the
beginning.  There's no doubt in my mind that they would have tortured you
to get everything they could to get at Dawn and then killed you.
   "The other way is to lay low and play the innocent citizen."
   Meyer paused.
   "I recommend door number 2," he said.  "I don't think there's a
detective or a beat cop or even a commander who would go after you for
this. But there's no telling what I.A.  might do."
   I.A.  is Internal Affairs.  The cops who police the cops.  We hate them
with a passion and they hate us right back.  Meyer was right; I could see
I.A.  biting into this like a dog with a bone and never letting go.
   Meyer gently examined the side of my head.  "You got a concussion?"
   "Yeah."
   "Well, the wound is just a scratch, luckily.  Scalps bleed like a son of
a bitch but once you wash off this blood your hair will cover it.  Just
keep your shirt on and you'll look normal.  Well, as normal as you ever
look."
   "Thanks, Meyer.  For everything."
   "Bah," he said.  "I'll be damned if I'm going to break in a new partner
again at my age." He looked at Jen and Buddy.  "You kids okay with this?"
   Jen said, "More than okay.  He was here with us the whole day."
   Meyer looked at Buddy.  Buddy said, "Are you kidding, man?  I wanted to
be at the warehouse with him."
   Meyer nodded and walked towards the door.  He paused.
   "By the way, Johnny, they had a video surveillance system running at the
warehouse.  I was the first detective on the scene so I found it. 
Unfortunately, when they got the tape to the station house and played it,
it was blank."
   He looked at my girls.  "Are you ladies interested in action flicks? 
I've got this new one of some little Asian dude in his skivvies, kicking
serious ass."
   He turned and walked away.
   "I think he likes you, Johnny," Mary Beth said.
   ---------
   Jen did come over for dinner but as it turned out, she had decided to
make a run at Buddy Magellas instead of me.  They clicked big time and
quickly wound up married, and the five of us all became fast friends.  As
she told me later, she figured it was only fair since I already had two
smoking hot women and Buddy had nobody.  And, she'd said, there was just
something about him.
   "Yes, there is," I'd said.  "He's a lucky son of a bitch." I'd hugged
her and whispered in her ear my prayer that they'd always be happy
together.
   The 'living with the girlfriend and providing a place to stay for the
niece' thing worked like a charm for us.  Instead of losing my job, I made
the promotion list and then Detective II.  I told Meyer that I was gunning
for his job now.  He said if I was stupid enough to want it, I could have
it.
   It's been a year now since my brother was killed.  Dawn and Mary Beth
and I started off a little wild, often playing the game of seducing one or
more women into our beds.  But over time, without discussing it, we did
that less and less often.  Our infatuation turned into a deep love for one
another and we became more comfortable and happier just sharing sex with
each other.
   Dawn inherited an obscene amount of money from her father.  She wasn't
sure what to do with it because it came from drugs - not directly, but from
managing and laundering the money that came from drugs.  She asked my
advice.  I checked into it and when I was done I told her to keep it or
give it all away, her choice.  The IRS wasn't interested because apparently
my brother had paid taxes on it.  The cartel wasn't interested because
every week they spilled more money than she had inherited.
   Dawn decided to keep the money.  In a show of faith and love that still
amazes me, she split the money and gave a third each to me and Mary Beth.
She said she did it because she didn't want to be the "sugar momma" in the
marriage.  That's when Mary Beth and I found out just how much money there
was.  All three of us were set for life if we chose to live off of it.  The
girls tried to get me to quit the LAPD.
   "Being a detective isn't just what I do," I'd told them.  "It's what I
am." And they'd accepted that.
   I've only really done two things with my money so far.  First, Mary Beth
and I sold our neighboring duplex homes and the three of us paid cash for a
home in Malibu.  It was sad saying goodbye to the place that had brought
Mary Beth and I together, but the new home was much nicer and a better size
for the three of us.  And we all love the beach.
   The other thing I did was buy a brand new Cadillac for Meyer and a new
Corvette for Buddy and Jen.
   Dawn got accepted at UCLA and she's working on her general ed courses,
major as yet undeclared.
   My lesbian girlfriend wants a baby.
   Me?  I detect by day and at night I come home and cook for my girls and
do whatever I can to show them both my love, and I have more sex, more
often than I ever would have thought possible.  Far from calming down, our
physical craving for each other is still growing.
   I'm more than just a lucky bastard.  I'm blessed.
   to be continued....
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