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 Title: In Love with Lori Ch.  05
Summary: David & Lori, and their own happy ending.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Back in the village, in the safety of her sprawling old house, Aunt
Sybil was understanding, welcoming, and sympathetic, her motherliness
making Lori break down in floods of tears, that and delayed shock, so
Jimmy, Rosie, and I sat in the kitchen with our coffee while Sybil put her
in one of the bedrooms and generally fussed over her.  She rejoined us
after about 20 minutes.
   "Well she's asleep, David, and you could have told me she's expecting,
you know!  You're lucky I don't smack you across the back of your head!  If
you'd said something I'd never have let you take her back to that creepy
horror-show!  She's dog-tired, poor thing, she had hardly any rest last
night, and then the shock this morning, well...anyway, let her rest for a
few hours, and you can take us out to dinner tonight as your penance for
dropping her unprepared into that horrible place!  In the meantime,
breakfast is going to be a little sparse unless you'd like to pop over to
the shops, Rosie...?"
   Rosie grinned and pulled Jimmy away from the table, 'to escort her' the
hundred yards or so to the village grocery store.  Sybil smiled after her,
then turned to me when she and Jimmy had left.
   "I'm glad she's met someone at last; after that idiot dumped her for
that empty-headed so-called 'model', I thought the poor girl was never
going out again.  Young James seems suitably smitten with her."
   I heard the question in her voice, and tried to avoid answering it,
umm'ing and ahh'ing like an idiot; Rosie's business was her business, and I
wasn't going to stick my tuppence-worth in, no sir, been there, done that,
got the scars...
   Sybil smiled at my hedging.
   "I know where she spent the night last night, Davey, I'm not senile yet,
you know!  What I want to know is whether or not this young man is just
playing with her or he means to stick around."
   I thought I probably knew the answer to that one.
   "Aunt Sybil, as far as I know Jimmy's sticking around; he works for me,
well, Lori, and I couldn't help but notice that he can't seem to take his
eyes off Rosie; that's all I can say, but it seems like a good start!"
   Sybil smiled and patted my hand.
   "Then we'll leave it there; you have good instincts dear, just like your
father, and your Uncle Jerry, so if you feel good about him, then so will
I; Daddy was a Royal Marine, and he turned out alright!  James seems like a
very nice young man.  And speak of the devil..."
   Rosie and Jimmy came in just then, with eggs, bread, bacon, orange
juice, the usual breakfast essentials, and the some letters, mostly for
Sybil, but one for me, from Boston.
   I tore it open excitedly, and yes, it was from Sophie.  I read it
through, then grinned and passed it over to Sybil.  She read it and smiled
as well.
   "How wonderful, darling, Lori will be so pleased!"
   I was so pleased that nothing would do but that I had to run upstairs
and wake her.  She looked so angelic, so young and vulnerable lying there
fast asleep, barely breathing, so I gently kissed her awake, licking her
lips and giving her time to rouse.
   "Davey, what...?" she smiled blurrily, still more asleep than awake.
   "Good news, baby-girl, great news!  Sophie's coming, look at this!"
   Lori snatched the letter from me and quickly scanned it, tears brimming
in her eyes, tears of happiness, her lips moving as she read through it
again, then reached up for me and pulled me down for a quick kiss.
   "Oh Davey, she's going to be here in just a few weeks, I can't believe
it, it's only been a few days but I miss her so much, it feels like forever
since I saw her last, now I can relax!  She must have sent this right after
we left; maybe we should have waited a few days!"
   She read through it one more time, then folded it and slid it under the
pillow, smiling happily.  I lay down next to her and wiped the tears off
her cheek while she stroked my face.
   "She's so much like mom, Davey, it's uncanny; everything about her
screams "mom!" at me, it's like having mom back when she's around!  Maybe
I'm getting a second chance, a chance to have my mom back; if that's the
case, I'm not going to let a second go to waste!"
   I smiled and held her hand, and stroked her hair until she dropped off
again, that happy smile still on her lips when I left.
   We'd just made short work of breakfast when there came from outside the
throb of an immensely powerful car.  Rosie looked up and grinned.
   "Looks like all the family's here today!"
   The sound of the back door opening was followed by a voice calling out.
   "Rosie!  Aunt Sybil?  Anyone home?  Come out, come out, wherever you
are!"
   "In here, dears!" called out Sybil, and two tall men, a little older
than me, but with the Denham identity stamped all over them, tramped into
the kitchen.
   "Hello dears, pull up a pew!" smiled Sybil.  "David, meet Richard, and
the pretty one over there is Hugo Denham-Grant, Sophie's sons.  Boys, this
is your cousin David!"
   The two of them came over to shake hands, looking at me curiously.
   "Hello David, Richard, pleased to meetcha!" His handshake was firm and
definite, and I decided I liked him; he looked an awful lot like Uncle
Richard, and a lot like my father, they both did.  Hugo shook hands with me
as well and gratefully accepted the mug of tea handed him by Rosie,
tweaking her ear as he did.
   "So you're the much-maligned David Denham, sole owner and proprietor of
Hill House!  Aunt Sybil says you had a run-in with Bella the Beast
yesterday, sorry Rosie, I hope you gave her both barrels?"
   I grinned back at his infectious grin.
   "I certainly did!  She came looking for a fight, instead she got an
earful and an order to go away and stay away; I don't know why she persists
in demanding that dreadful place; if she asked nicely I'd probably give it
to her!"
   Hugo looked sideways at me at that.
   "Chrissake don't do that, David!  All that land?  The first thing she
and that arch-bitch Maude will do is sell it for re-development; that's
been their plan all along; 50 acres of prime development land in the middle
of a Green-Belt zone?  She'll think Christmas has come early, and so will
the other developers once the word gets out.  I don't know if you've been
keeping current with land prices in this part of the world, so let me clue
you in; around here, one acre of development land with Planning Consent is
worth something under a million quid, that's why those two scheming
harridans are so keen to get their hands on the place.  Denham Hall and the
village are out of the way and off the developer radar, I think we should
keep it that way!  I know there's no English Heritage listing on the place,
even they think that eyesore has no historical or architectural merit, so
why don't you just tear it down and rebuild it the way you want?"
   Richard was nodding as Hugo spoke.
   "He's right, you know; once they've granted development access to Denham
Hall, the rest of the area will follow; precedent will have been set, and
the planning committee will bow to pressure from the developers.  Leave it
as it is, or pull it down and rebuild it, but don't sell up or give it
away; Bella will probably drop dead soon, although I personally believe
she'd survive an Apache attack, World War 3 and a direct meteorite strike,
just like the cockroach she is.  Maude doesn't have the brains to pull-off
any schemes by herself; she's all ambition and no ability, she barely knows
what day of the week it is on any given day.  With Bella out of the way,
Maude will have to try and marry those horrible daughters of hers into
money!"
   He turned and saw Jimmy for the first time.
   "I do apologise, I never saw you there, I was so fascinated meeting yet
another Denham!  I'm Richard, this is Hugo, you are...?
   Jimmy grinned at his tone, and introduced himself.  Richard noted the
way Rosie slipped her arm through Jimmy's and winked at her before grinning
at Jimmy.  Just then Lori walked in.
   "What's all the noise, baby, it woke me...oh!"
   Richard and Hugo both spun and stared at her, Lori gradually blushing
under their combined stares.
   "Richard, Hugo, this is my wife, Lori.  Lori, these are my cousins,
Richard and Hugo, Uncle Richard's sons."
   The brothers were looking sandbagged, and I couldn't blame them; Lori
had elected to wear a figure-hugging top and her skin-tight leather jeans,
complete with her silver-heeled cowboy boots, and she looked cute and
wholesome, yet devastatingly sexy, like a Playboy centrefold before she
starts the strip.
   Lori came and stood next to me, her arms around my waist, looking from
face to face and back at me.
   "Davey, they look just like you; my God, they could be your brothers!"
she breathed.
   Richard was the first to recover.
   "Lori, hello, I'm Richard.  Mother said you were...striking, she didn't
say you were her double!  I mean, look at you, bloody hell!  Are you sure
you're not our long-lost sister or something?"
   Lori grinned, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling as the two of them
admired her.  Hugo recovered himself enough to also greet her and shake
hands, then turning to nudge his brother.
   "And to think we've been working our way through Estonia's finest! 
Maybe we should have followed David here to America if they grow them like
that over there!"
   Lori blushed at the compliments, and giggled when Richard asked her if
she had any sisters or cousins she was willing to sacrifice to the cause.
   "Mother said you were from Iowa, methinks we'll shortly be finding we
have important business to contract over there, who knows, maybe we'll find
a couple of black-haired, blue-eyed Iowa knockouts of our own!"
   "I'm so glad I met you both!" she laughed, "Aunt Sophie was right, I
think we're going to get along just fine; did you know David even has your
names?"
   They both looked blank until Lori elucidated.
   "David's full name is David Richard Hugo Denham; he was named after your
father and his brother, just like you, so you see, he's a close part of you
two as well!  No wonder Aunt Sophie and Uncle Richard took such a liking to
him!"
   Both men looked pleased, and Richard grinned at me.
   "She's right you know; my middle name's David, after your father, I
assume.  Well, well!  Now all we have to do is wait until Father and Mother
return home, and the whole wedding thing can get into full swing.  Mother
said she's organising the whole thing; you have no idea what you've let
yourselves in for; truly, may God have mercy on your souls!"
   Hugo decided to chime in.
   "Mother also told us about the baby, congrats by the way, cousin, and
I'd like to thank you both for turning up the heat and tightening the
screws even further!  Once Mother gets her hands on that baby, she's going
to be relentless; I can see it now, both of us drugged, clubbed senseless,
and chained to the altar while she marries each of us off to some
knock-kneed, mouth-breathing, horsey-type called Brenda, or Susannah, or
Lucinda, perish the thought, complete with bad skin, bad breath,
buck-teeth, great big feet, and reeking of saddle-soap and horse liniment,
but from an impeccable family!"
   Richard was nodding in agreement.
   "Three months ago Mother decided to do a little long-distance
matchmaking with some random friend's daughter, and suddenly I'm fielding
this girl, name of Tallulah Bartlett-DeVere, a made-up name if I ever heard
one, who looked exactly like she'd been cursed by the 'My Little Pony'
fairy; I kid you not, I've never had anyone look at me with their teeth
before; the girl had so many teeth her mouth was jammed permanently open;
it was frightening, like staring at a bloody marble cemetery!  I swear, if
she ever manages to close her mouth fully she's going to bite herself in
the forehead!  Really, if I wanted a wife who reeked permanently of horses
I'd marry some steppe nomad, not Tallulah and her teeth!  No, I think I'll
stick to Ukrainian so-called models for now; at least they'll happily hitch
their knickers back up, accept a Chanel goodie-bag, and bugger off into the
sunset, never to be seen again!"
   Lori, Rosie, and Sybil were laughing helplessly by the time they'd
finished.  I was frankly astonished at how quickly I'd slipped back into
this side of my family; Richard and Hugo were bantering and ribbing us as
though we'd known them all our lives, and I was glad Lori had met them;
they really were the better side of the Denham clan, and her obvious
attachment to Sophie was working for her; the boys adored their mother, and
so they were completely taken with her, finally ending-up preparing to arm
wrestle to see who got to be godfather of the baby...
   Lori broke that up by averring that as it would be impossible and unfair
to choose between them, both of them would be godfathers, earning herself a
pleased hug from both of them.  One day, I'd ask Aunt Sophie's permission
to tell them just how closely related to me they actually were; Uncle
Richard was my father's half-brother, even though he was supposedly unaware
of that fact, which made the two of them my first-cousins, along with Rosie
absolutely the closest family I had (after Lori, of course, but I was never
going to reveal that particular fact to anyone!)
   During my conversation with my cousins the fact that we were
house-hunting came up, and Richard had the number of an Estate Agent who he
actually trusted, the man who'd arranged the purchase of his own house. 
Lori was adamant that she wanted to live near Sophie and Aunt Sybil, as she
was going to need all the help she could get, but Richard didn't think that
was a problem.
   "This guy has properties all over the county, so he's bound to have a
few near where the parents are going to be living, just give him a call, go
and see him, and give him your wish-list; if he hasn't got the place you
want on his books, he'll find it and persuade the owners to sell, he's that
good!"
   We sat around for a while longer, chatting about Lori's parents, both
the boys offering her their condolences when they heard about mother and
Charlie's passing.  Both Lori and I had to tread carefully so as not to tip
them off about our actual relationship, instead giving them the cover story
we'd prepared, that Lori was a school friend and former girlfriend I'd met
again while in Iowa for mother's funeral; it was a thin story, with more
holes than an Agatha Christie murder mystery, and Richard gave me a very
old-fashioned look when I side-stepped some of his questions about mother
and my step-father, but it got me off the subject, much to my relief.  Hugo
was curious what we'd do with Denham Hall, and I confessed I was stumped; I
wanted to pull the creepy eyesore down and maybe build holiday cottages or
something, anything to keep the developers at bay, but Lori was
unconvinced; in her opinion, the place had stood for over 300 years, it
deserved to stay up and in place, if only to serve as a reminder and an
object lesson for future generations on how not to build a country
retreat...
   Hugo eventually took Jimmy aside and gave him some locations where Lori
might want to start looking for her dream house while Richard teased and
ribbed Rosie about her new man, the teasing revealing just how fond of her
he really was; Rosie had been my best friend when I was small, almost like
a sister, we were both roughly the same age, and that bond had started to
re-establish over the last day or so.  In light of what Sybil had told us
about her former fiancée, I was glad to see she and Jimmy were becoming
closer and more attached with every passing hour, the attraction between
them was plain and obvious, and I was pleased for her.
   Eventually, the brothers had to leave; they both had business to attend
to in London they'd delayed in order that they could meet Lori and me,
which I appreciated, and so, with hugs for Lori and Rosie, a handshake for
Jimmy and me, and a kiss for Aunt Sybil, they left us to our own devices.
Now that Jimmy had a list of places that should yield some interesting
properties, as well as details of Richard's pet realtor, we had some calls
to make; I to let St.  Giles Hospital know I'd be back on staff from the
following day, and Lori to make an appointment to see the realtor and start
plotting-out her assault on the Oxfordshire property market.  I noticed she
was looking tired after making her call, and I was certainly feeling the
effects of a good breakfast after a disturbed night with little actual
rest, so Rosie captured Jimmy to take him around and show him some of the
local sights (and possibly the inside of a haystack or two...) while Lori
and I retired to catch up on a little sleep; actually, tired as I was,
sleep was the last thing on my mind; the sight of Lori in that clingy top
and those skin-tight leather jeans outlining every wondrous curve of her
spectacular arse was giving me ideas far above their station, and I was
feeling the need for a little one-on-one with my beautiful wife.
   Lori seemed to be feeling the same way; her walk had an additional sway,
her hips had a little extra tilt to them, and her lovely bum cheeks seemed
just that little bit more pouty, and when I tore my eyes away from them, it
was to meet her frank gaze as she caught me ogling all her lovely, juicy,
wobbly bits.
   "No prizes for guessing what you want, Darling Boy!" she grinned, making
me grin in turn at her use of mother's favourite name for me.  I reached
for her and pulled her closer, sticking my tongue in her ear to make her
cringe and giggle while I squeezed those taut cheeks through the glove
leather of her jeans.
   "Bedtime, Mrs.  Loretta Denham, I prescribe a couple of injections to
help you sleep, I think I should administer them as soon as possible!" I
breathed in her ear, Lori undulating against me the whole time.
   "Why Doctor Denham, you aren't planning on seducing l'il 'ole me, are
you?  I'll have you know, I'm a respectable married woman!" she smiled
back, her voice that sexy, breathy whisper guaranteed to turn me into a
walking erection in a blink of an eye.  She obviously felt it, grinding her
mons pubis against the suddenly unruly bulge in my trousers as she licked
and lightly kissed my lips, teasing me with her nearness.
   "Land sakes, Doctor Denham, is that a stethoscope in your pocket, or do
you just have a big ole hard-on for me?" she husked, grabbing and gently
squeezing my balls as she rubbed her lovely bubblies against my chest; I
could feel her stiff nipples through the material of her top and my shirt,
so I knew she was building a head of steam, if all went well she'd pop that
particular cork while I was in the saddle, a thought that made me hustle
her upstairs as fast as we could; suddenly I had a burning urge to strip my
girl and jam something hot, stiff and friendly inside her, and I knew she
wouldn't be too particular about where!
   Sybil had given us the end bedroom, conveniently situated at the
opposite end of the L-shaped house from her own, so we had reasonable
privacy; the bedroom door was thick, heavy oak, adding even more
sound-proofing, which was useful, given Lori's propensity for screaming out
my name (and other things!) while in the throes of passion...  Even as I
was shutting the door behind me, Lori was attacking my shirt, popping the
buttons while I unbuckled and dropped my slacks.  Lori got tired of trying
to pop my shirt buttons, resorting to yanking my shirt over my head and
throwing it behind her as her hand dived inside my shorts to find and
squeeze her favourite plaything.  My hands were equally busy fumbling with
the button and zipper of her leather jeans, popping the waistband then
sliding inside to cup and squeeze her warm satiny backside.  I raised an
eyebrow and grinned at her when I discovered she wasn't wearing a thong, as
I'd assumed, or indeed panties of any description, my cock stiffening even
further at the thought of her being commando while surrounded by family and
friends...
   I spun her round and slid my hands up under her top to squeeze and tease
her lovely firm puppies, her nipples stiff and straining under my fingers,
Lori groaning as I squeezed them lightly, making them even more stiff, it
that were possible.
   "God, yes, Davey, that's so nice, do it some more, gently, baby,
ooohhh...!" she murmured, pushing her jeans down so she could press her
firm, tight, curvaceous, womanly bum into my groin, trapping my cock in the
cleft between her cheeks.
   "Like that, baby?" she murmured, and as I licked her ear in affirmation,
she reached back and slid my shorts half way down my thighs, freeing my
cock to press between her naked cheeks, then once again doing that slow
rise and fall she did so well, masturbating me between the cheeks of her
beautiful arse.
   I can only take so much of her teasing me like this; I can never let go
of the fact that she's a stunningly beautiful woman, and the knowledge that
she's mine has a powerful aphrodisiac effect on me, so any teasing and
foreplay she indulges in first time round is of necessity going to be
short-lived, and what she was doing right now was yanking my testosterone
levels up to eardrum-bursting levels.  I enjoyed the feel of her muscular
bum massaging and rubbing my cock as she slid up and down against me, but
human flesh has its limits, and when it comes to Lori, I have a fairly low
tolerance of foreplay before I have to shove myself into her and fuck her
like a wild man, something she knows all too well!
   She could feel my cock twitching as my own level of arousal climbed, and
just when I thought I reached the point where I was going to have to yank
her jeans all the way off and plough into her, she spun round and dropped
to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and licking the end while
simultaneously jabbing a sharp fingernail momentarily into my perineum;
that pulled me back from the brink, believe me!  So now she'd pulled me
back from the edge, she concentrated on taking me there again, her mouth a
warm wet delight as she sucked and licked me expertly.  My knees were
trembling with the effort of holding me upright; while I wanted this
delightful torture to continue, I also wanted to slip between her smooth
thighs and bury myself deep in her most secret places; I wanted to fuck her
so badly right then it was untrue, and Lori knew exactly what she was doing
as she built me up to a fever pitch.
   At last, her hot, wet mouth pulled away from me, and she looked up at
me, winking as she grinned.
   "That should guarantee some fireworks, Darling Boy!  Now, will you
please fuck me really hard, Davey, I need my beauty sleep and I like the
way you tranquilise me!"
   To hear is to obey, and as we were already mostly naked, kicking off
what was left was the work of a moment, saving me time that I could
profitably spend sticking bits of me into conveniently shaped bits of her.
As I dragged her down on top of me, Lori grinned and rubbed noses with me.
   "Three months ago you'd almost forgotten about me, I was just the
scrawny kid sister you abandoned, and now you've married me, dragged me
half a world away from my home, knocked me up, and scared the living shit
out of me; I think I'll keep you, you make life interesting, I'll give you
that!"
   I responded by grabbing hold of her spectacular buttocks and pulling
them apart as I ground my steely cock against her damp pussy, at the same
time slipping a finger into her tight little rusty bullet-hole, the
sensation making her gasp lightly, then smile knowingly at me with one
eyebrow raised, doing a perfect 'Charlie' at me.
   "I didn't abandon you, wench; I asked about you every time I called for
eight years, and you always refused to speak to me, or has that just
slipped your extremely selective memory?  Anyhoo, you wanted to get
knocked-up, remember?  I was just happy to be of service!  As for the
scaring, sorry about that, but now perhaps you understand why I loathe that
decrepit dump!"
   Lori grinned at that, and ground herself against me, the feel of her
hot, wet pussy lips against the underside of my cock doing all sorts of
things to my head.  Lori saw the blissed-out expression on my face and
grinned again, her stunning violet eyes sparkling with humour, happiness,
and a good helping of sheer, 'fuck me now' animal lust.
   She ground against me a couple more times, just to make sure I got the
message, then sat upright as she straddled me, lifting up to slide me into
her succulent wet peach of a pussy, the feeling as she tightened around me
making me twitch and almost blow my balls there and then.
   "Like that, baby?" she cooed, leaning down to lick my lips and pulling
away with a grin as I tried to kiss her back, so I had to content myself
with holding and gently squeezing her beautiful breasts and outstandingly
stiff nipples.  As soon as I squeezed them her eyes widened, and I realised
they were starting to become sensitive, so I stopped, instead sliding my
hands down her torso to hold and squeeze her taut bum-cheeks instead, the
perfectly sculpted hillocks of horniness fitting my hands as though made
for me, and in my mind they were, everything about her conforming perfectly
to my ideal of Goddess/Wife/Female Perfection/Woman of My Dreams, all
reinforced by those two warm, firm, muscular handfuls flexing and straining
as she writhed and ground on top of me.
   Lori began to pump a little faster against me, her pussy squeezing me
rhythmically now, and that tell-tale pink flush creeping down her throat
and spreading across her chest and shoulders; she was close, only a little
more would push her over the edge, so I gave her some assistance.  As she
ground against me, I began pumping back up to meet her thrusts, her eyes
closing as orgasm hovered in the wings, her hips moving even faster now as
she ground and gyrated above me, gasping every time I pumped back up as she
ground down on me.
   Her orgasm hit her like a body-blow, her eyes squeezing shut as her
whole body shuddered and trembled on me, her thighs locking against my
midriff as her hands cupped and massaged her breasts.  I could feel the
waves of her orgasm as they pulsed and battered through her, every least
sensation transmitted down into my body and calling to me to join her; how
I held off I don't know; even my stock selection of mental images kept in
reserve to slow or push orgasm back, (images of Margaret Thatcher, Idi Amin
naked, Hilary Clinton in a micro-bikini, Colonel Gadaffi puckering up for a
kiss) weren't working too well, and I resorted to gritting my teeth and
mentally reciting the bones of the skeleton to try and take my mind off the
sight of all that feminine gorgeousness trembling and gasping above me.
   It worked, and as Lori slumped down on top of me, heart hammering and
her body twitching as mini-shocks rolled and rippled through her, I still
hadn't succumbed to my own orgasm, but I had a plan to fix that!  Lori
eventually raised herself up again to look at me, her face and neck still
flushed so adorably, sexily, from her recent orgasm.
   "What about you baby, what's wrong, you didn't...?"
   I grinned at her and licked her chin as I playfully pulled her bum
cheeks apart, pulling her anus open.
   "Ooooh, naughty!" she squeaked, and grinned down at me, "I know what you
want, you dirty little beast, how can I stop you, I'm completely under the
spell of your big ole pussy-hammer, Doctor Denham!  Daddy warned me there'd
be days like this!" she lisped at me, making me grin even wider.
   Lori sat up on me, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around my cock, still
embedded to the hilt in her tight wet succulence, and raised up higher to
allow me to slide out and lie along my belly, glistening wetly.  Now she
leaned back down and kissed me, then seemed to think about it, and kissed
me again, then again, until our lips were locked together, our tongues
fencing and twining around each other's, while my hands squeezed and
massaged her tight bum, pulling her cheeks open while she slid a finger
alternately along the wet crease of her pussy and slid it into the tight
little knot of her anus.  While she was lubricating her tight hole, I kept
hold of her bum cheeks, pulling them apart to stretch her as she carefully
lubricated herself with her own copious juices.
   When she was ready, Lori again sat upright, and raised herself up
slightly, and taking hold of my by now bone-hard cock, rubbed the lubricant
seeping from me over her pussy before once more impaling herself on me, but
I knew she was just lubricating me.  She once again raised up, allowing me
to slide out of her, and, holding me steady against her tight little
bum-hole, slowly slid me into her, her eyes widening as my girth stetched
her anus open, the head pressing against her ring.  A few seconds of
pressure, and suddenly I "popped" in past the ring, Lori giving a gasping
yelp as I did so, then slowly slid into the depths of her taut little bum
as she finished impaling herself on me.
   "Christ, Davey!" she gasped, "I thought I told you to stop feeding this
thing, that was a real effort, whoo!" she grinned, leaning down to lightly
lick my lips.
   "I told you, Princess, I only feed him blue-eyed Iowa brunettes!" I
grinned, and Lori grinned at that.
   "Then he's getting too much exercise, the boy is definitely bulking-up!"
she grinned, and reached behind herself to gently squeeze my balls, sending
a sudden zing of pleasure through me.
   Once she'd adjusted to my size, she began slowly pumping herself on me
again, squeezing me rhythmically with her rectal muscles while she rocked
back and forth on top of me.  I reached for her delectable breasts and,
remembering her earlier sensitivity, stroked her nipples with fine,
feather-like strokes, making her gasp and smile as her nipples stood up
stiff and proud, and noticeable darker than before, the coral pinkness now
tinged a deeper red; she was becoming a mother, and the thought stiffened
me even further.
   Lori noticed my increased arousal, her eyes widening as I took hold even
faster in her tight passage, filling her even more.  The sight of her
gyrating above me, the feel of her deliciously stiff nipples against my
questing fingers, all combined to push me higher and higher with each
passing second.  Once again that flush spread down her neck and throat,
telling me that my girl was close, and when she leaned down and glued her
lips to mine as my hands took hold of her glorious bum, I couldn't hold
back any longer.
   My cock wedged tight inside her rectum as it began twitching and
convulsing, hosing what felt like jet after jet of boiling hot spunk deep
into the heart of her as her rectum squeezed me tightly, like a hand
rippling along my entire length.  Lori squealed as she too orgasmed, the
feel of her cervix fluttering inside her and beating against my cock as it
lay embedded in her rectal passage sending me off in another frenzied
volley of spraying spunk as I came like never before, the spunk bolting out
of me in what felt like a never ending series of convulsions.
   At last I had no more spunk to give her, the torrent of sperm finally
ending as little more than a sticky trickle as my body gave up my last
reserves of semen for her.  Lori slumped back down on me, her heart
thundering with the force of her orgasm, and my hands just naturally
dropped back down to her perfect bum, holding her against me until her
storm passed and her heartbeat slowed to a more normal tempo.
   As my cock relaxed, it finally slipped out of her, and I rolled over
onto my side, taking her with me, so we were now lying face-to-face on our
sides, my arms around her.  Lori looked up into my eyes, and, somewhat
blearily, grinned up at me.
   "That was wonderful, Darling Boy; I knew I made the right choice!  I was
only kidding earlier when I said you'd abandoned me; I know you didn't, you
just had to go so you could be you, and I'm so happy you came back, even if
we had to lose mom and daddy to find each other.  I love you, baby, I love
this baby you've given me, and we're going to have lots more, here,
surrounded by family.  She's coming home, baby, she's so much like mom, I
feel like I'm getting mom back, I'm so happy!"
   She smiled happily, more tears gathering in the corners of her eyes,
tears I was happy to lick away for her, making her giggle.  I went to kiss
her again, but she put her finger to my lips.
   "When you left, after that whole scene at Des Moines International, mom
was like a zombie for weeks; every time she looked at your picture she'd
start crying, and daddy was no better; he took all the pictures of you and
put them in his study so mom wouldn't have to see them all the time, then
he'd shut himself away in there for hours on end, and sometimes I'd peek in
and he'd be sitting there staring into space with tears running down his
cheeks; they both missed you so much.  I'm sorry you weren't here when
daddy died, it wasn't your fault, you weren't to know he had a bad heart,
he never told any of us, one day he was here, the next he was gone, just
like that.  He was so proud of you, never forget that, proud of the fact
that you'd gone out into the world to get what you wanted; he admired that,
he said you were just like your daddy, and he knew you'd succeed.  Mom was
okay with it all after a while, she even took your pictures from the study
and put them back out around the house.  I made a mess of it, though,
Davey, I handled it really badly."
   I went to interrupt her, not really needing to know any of this now, not
now that we were together, married, and starting a family, but Lori waved
me back to silence.
   "I need to tell you this, Davey, I should have right from the start, but
I guess with the funerals, then moving to Maine, it all kinda got lost in
the shuffle.  So here goes.  I missed you so much every day, it was like
someone was boring a hole through the middle of me.  Every time I saw your
picture it was like another sharp little stab inside me, and it got worse
every day; I never knew how much I needed you until you were gone, and when
you never came back, I got angry, then angrier."
   She paused, obviously gathering her thoughts.
   "It didn't help that you were more and more gorgeous every time I saw a
new picture of you, even though I always thought you were gorgeous; it all
made sense to me when I saw that picture you sent daddy, of you with your
rowing team at school; it all clicked into place then; I was thirteen, and
I realised I was in love with my big brother, I always had been, and it
repulsed me; I honestly thought I was some kind of sick pervert, to be
feeling like that about my own brother, but try as I might, I couldn't get
it to go away.  Over the years, I dated, I had boyfriends, but none of them
were you, and I couldn't bring myself to try and pretend any of them was
you.  When you finally did come home, and I met you at the airport,
twenty-four years old, a qualified doctor, you looked so lost, so
apprehensive, so scared, but so damned beautiful, all I wanted to do was
kiss you madly and tell you how I felt, but that guilt was still there."
   She stopped to wipe her eyes and kiss me gently,
   "Mom knew, or guessed, how I felt, she even sat me down once and tried
to talk to me about it, and I didn't want to listen to what she had to say,
but she told me anyway.  She said that these things have a way of working
themselves out, and that whatever happened, she'd never be the one to
judge. That was the end of the conversation, but I guess what I'm trying to
say is, I don't think mom would have been an enemy, you know what I mean?"
   She smiled gently, a faraway expression on her face.
   "And now Sophie's dropped into the picture, and she's so much like mom,
the way she thinks, the way she expresses herself, I really do feel like
mom's come back.  Now it feels like I'm getting a second chance to share
with her what she wanted most of all; for me to be happy.  Mom died knowing
how unhappy I was, and she couldn't do anything about it, and I will carry
that guilt around forever, that I wouldn't let her in far enough to try and
help me, because I was still ashamed of how I felt about you.
   She paused to knuckle her eyes, before continuing.
   " All that time we spent at the house in Bar Harbor, before that night,
all that crying I was doing, most of it was me crying over you as I
convinced myself that I was never going to be what I wanted most of all; to
be owned and wanted by you.  I just wanted you to know all this Davey, I
need you to know that you were always the only man I ever wanted, that it
was you that healed that great big wound in my heart, and that I've been in
love with you since I was five years old!"
   Two tears escaped and ran down her cheeks, tears I gladly wiped away for
her.  Lori reached up and gently tapped the end of my chin.
   "I was always yours, Darling Boy, but getting you to see that was the
hardest thing I ever did in my life; stripping off and seducing you didn't
come easy, but I guess I thought if I didn't do it while I had you to
myself, eventually you'd leave and I'd be stuck in limbo forever, pining
for you, and unable to want anyone else."
   She paused, another tear slowly running down her cheek.
   "All those things we did, all the stuff I did with you, it was the first
time for me; I only knew how to do what we did from watching porn films
with my girlfriends.  You were my first, Davey, I only ever wanted you, and
there was no-one else I was ever going to be with, only you.
   I looked at her in consternation; I'd taken her virginity!!  How could I
have been so crass?  I'd just assumed she was...experienced, that was the
impression she gave me...
   "Baby-girl, I'm sorry, I didn't know...!" I began, but she cut me off.
   "You weren't supposed to know, baby, that was the whole point; that
you'd think I was looking for fun only, and you'd have no guilt when you
left me again, and hopefully I'd be pregnant.  You weren't supposed to fall
in love with me, I never seriously planned for that to happen, even though
I'd been hoping for that very thing since I was thirteen years old!"
   I was intrigued, in spite of myself.
   "So that business with the no-underwear and stripping off in the sitting
room, that was all an act?"
   Lori smiled wistfully.
   "I know I came on like some slutty adventuress, all that stuff about my
adventures and not exactly being pure as the driven snow, I thought that
was what you wanted, that you were a man of the world now, and you'd never
be interested in a small-town corn-country girl, so I invented Lori the
Slut, the worldly Tramp with a Mission, just for you, and you bought it,
but I never thought you'd fall in love with me; I only wanted to seduce
you, to have you just the once, so I could at least have your baby when you
left me again.  So now you know; falling into bed with you back in Maine
wasn't some passing attraction, or just the need of the moment, it was all
part of my cunning, Lex Luthor-like plot to get you in thrall to me
forever, or at least long enough for me to catch your baby!"
   I grinned at that, Lori grinning back at me through her tears, her
glorious deep-blue eyes windows into her soul indeed, and all I saw in
there was love for me, and the absolute truth as she opened her heart to
me. I smiled again as I kissed her gently, pulling her closer to me to feel
her wondrous body pressed tightly to mine.
   "Lori, baby-girl, that first night we were together, that's when I
finally knew I'd always loved you, too!" I said, kissing and nibbling her
lips as I spoke.  "You may have sprung a trap on me, but I walked into it
eyes wide-open, and I was never so glad to be caught in my entire life! 
I'm glad you decided to share your life with me, because I couldn't have
one without you; I love you, Loretta Cavenham Keene-Denham!"
   Lori smiled happily, and snuggled down against me, her arm around my
waist as she held herself against me, her breathing gradually slowing as
she fell asleep again, a small smile on her lips.  I was tired, but not
sleepy, so, after a short internal debate, slid out of bed and padded down
the corridor to the bathroom to have a shower, which, considering what we'd
been doing, was probably a good idea!  The hot water calmed and relaxed me,
and once I was dried off properly, I set my alarm for 6:30pm and slid back
into bed for a few hours of proper, restful sleep with the most beautiful
girl in the world.
   Dinner was an enjoyable and relaxing time with my family, something I'd
almost forgotten in all the loss and upheaval over the last few weeks. 
Lori had been hesitant about going out in public, in case someone
tipped-off the tabloids where the "Unknown American Beauty!" was laying
low, but Sybil put her mind at ease on that score.
   "Darling, the people in this village have no wish to play host to the
maggots from the media, they have quite enough of that over in Chipping
Norton, where all those dreadful people congregate like some sort of cult,
pricing the locals out of the area, building vulgar, 'Tudor-style' mansions
with swimming pools, private cinema's, bowling alleys and helipads, and
generally behaving as though having excessive, un-earned wealth is somehow
a license to behave like pigs at a trough, so no-one here is going to let
slip even a whisper to the press that the mystery American girl who floored
that talentless little tick is anywhere in the vicinity, I can assure you!"
   Her breezy confidence buoyed Lori up, and dismissed any misgivings she
may have had; also, Jimmy was going to be there, and Rosie had given him
permission to get creative with anyone who tried to disturb our dinner...
   Sybil was right; the locals studiously avoided giving Lori more than a
passing glance and a nodded greeting, and while there was a certain amount
of competition between the waiters to get to serve her, as she was looking
outstandingly good in a slinky black minidress and teetering heels, there
was none of that nonsense that had marred our last evening out in London.
After dinner we adjourned for drinks to the pub across the street from the
restaurant, a lovely old half-timbered building dating from the 1630's,
where the locals were bewitched by Lori's accent and her appreciation of a
good dirty joke.
   Jimmy fell in with several old squaddies from the Royal marines, men
who'd fought in Korea, Malaya, Suez, and Kenya, and spent most of the
evening swapping soldier stories with the old war-horses of the village. 
By the time we left, we were locals, part of the village, although Lori was
the subject of a certain amount of surreptitious ogling from some of the
younger men of the village, something she took in her stride, and no-one
overstepped any bounds, so we had a very pleasant and convivial evening. 
By the time we walked back to my aunt's house, I was definitely feeling the
urge; Lori had been giving me secret little smiles and lingering looks all
evening, and walking beside her in the late evening cool, our hips bumping
as we walked, all I could smell was her, that lovely Christmassy scent that
only I seemed to be able to smell, spicy and sweet, like nutmeg and mace,
and candied fruit, with tones of spun sugar and vanilla, and it was driving
me mad.  Lori knew my moods, she could almost read my mind, and she knew I
was building up to a major ravishment assault, her knowing grin doing
nothing to damp me down.
   When we got back indoors, Lori and I declined the offer of a nightcap,
pleading tiredness, Aunt Sybil not looking in the least bit convinced, and
with Rosie winking at me behind her mother's back, it was all we could do
to keep our faces straight as we said our goodnights and made our way to
our room.  As soon as I closed the door, Lori slid her arms around my neck
and kissed me long, slow, and meaningfully, and if I wasn't at full-stretch
before, I certainly was now.
   "Darling Boy, your family are wonderful!  Your aunt is just the
loveliest lady alive, Rosie is a complete peach, and the boys are adorable,
and they look just like you!  I'm so glad I'm a Denham now!"
   I was glad too, especially as my hands had somehow found themselves
firmly parked on her beauteous backside, and it was no hardship at all from
me to grab hold and pull her against my throbbing erection, nibbling on her
neck and smooth throat as I did so.  Lori in turn rubbed her mound firmly
against me, obviously as ready for me as I was for her, and stepped away
from me for a second to shrug out of her clinging dress and stand before
me, smiling invitingly, dressed in just her heels and wispy panties, a tiny
little lace confection expressly designed to be ripped-off, hopefully with
my teeth...
   As I drank her in all over again, she deftly unbuckled my belt and undid
my trousers, allowing me to kick them of as she tugged my shirt over my
head and dropped it on the floor, smiling as I hurriedly tugged off my
shoes and socks, just my tented briefs remaining, all that stood between me
and my deeply fuckable sister-wife.  Lori moved back in for the kill, one
arm around my neck as she kissed me like an amorous cyclone, sucking the
breath and mental acuity out of me with one sandbag kiss, while the other
hand dived inside the waistband of my briefs to squeeze my straining cock,
sending and electric tingle up my front, down my back and across the floor.
My own hands zeroed-in on their favourite target, her firm, globular,
quivering arse, the globes of her cheeks feeling just right after an
evening of aching to get my hands round them and my tongue up between them.
   As I groped her bum, I edged her backwards, until we collapsed onto the
bed, with me on top of her.  Lori giggled as my stiff cock nudged her
pussy, and then gasped as I deliberately rubbed against her again.
   "Oh yes, Davey, more of the same, if you please!" she giggled, then
moaned as I deliberately rubbed myself against her as hard as I could,
scraping my cock across her panty-clad pussy.
   "Now you've started something, you dirty, dirty boy, so you better
finish it!" she giggled softly as she nibbled my ear.  I was already
contemplating an extended assault on all her juicy, wobbly bits, but Lori
brought me up short.
   "Not too much fun and games, stud, not tonight; you have to be out of
here at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and be back at the hospital all fresh,
eager and raring to go, with your shiny morning face, not looking like you
just dragged yourself out of the Whore-Pits of Babylon, so take it easy;
I'll be here when you get back, and every evening, I promise!"
   Having said her piece, she grabbed my piece, so I retaliated by slipping
my fingers into the warm crease of her bum and tickling her cute little
rosebud.  Lori jumped as she tried not to shriek, which was my cue to yank
her panties off and slide down the bed to munch a while on my favourite
sweet treat, her delicious little pussy.  Lori purred like a cat as I
lapped at her smooth outer lips, jumping and twitching as I skimmed over
her hooded clitoris, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised I'd
be back there shortly, after I'd shoved my tongue in some intriguingly
tasty places!
   As I kissed and gently lapped at her, I wallowed in her essence; that
lovely, spicy, musky, gingerbread aroma that she has, that makes me think
of Christmas, and holidays, and fruitcakes and spices; my girl really was
the most delicious sweet-treat, and I could eat her for hours.  Lori
however, had other ideas.  As I licked at her labia, she wriggled until her
pussy was almost flat against my mouth, so of course, I bored-in, prising
her labia apart to slip my tongue into her.  As I did, I felt her labia
swelling as she responded to what I was doing, her rich smell intensifying
as her excitement rose, the richer scent of her driving me even deeper into
her, one following the other.  By now, Lori was mewing softly as she tried
to push her clitoris near my insistent tongue, and I'd deliberately
resisted doing just that to push her even higher; now she was where I
wanted her to be.
   Her thighs spread wider as I moved up, sliding my hands under her to cup
and squeeze her fabulous bum cheeks, the muscles flexing as she slowly
rubbed her pussy against my mouth, my tongue probing and licking her, with
her eyes closed and her lower lip trembling as she hovered on the brink of
orgasm.  At last, I couldn't stand it any longer, and licked and sucked her
hard little clitoris, rubbing the stiff little pearl with my tongue,
wallowing in the flood of sweetly fragrant juices that poured fro her as I
ate her pussy.
   I went back to pushing my tongue into her, licking her inner lips,
enjoying the taste of her, until, as I rubbed her clitoris with the pad of
my thumb, I pushed my tongue deep into her tight little anus.
   Lori screamed as she came, a flood of her juices pouring over my mouth
and chin as she threshed under me, her anus twitching in concert with her
convulsing pussy as her orgasm blazed and battered its way through her.  I
held her as she gradually came down from that place, nibbling her throat
and neck as she murmured and twitched against me, kissing her soft lips,
and lightly running my tongue around her aureolae to avoid scratching her
sensitive nipples.  Lori gradually began responding, her hands fluttering
over my body, eventually rediscovering my throbbing cock.
   "Oooh yes, I remember this!" she breathed, sliding her fisted hand up
and down my shaft, setting the crown tingling with my sudden and urgent
need to fuck her.
   "Your turn, Davey!" she grinned, looking up at me as she slid her hands
around my neck, her legs drifting open as I lowered myself onto my elbows.
Lori reached down to find and aim me properly, rubbing the head slowly over
her sopping wet pussy, the heat making me even more desperate to be inside
her.  At last she had me aimed where she wanted me, and I slowly slid
myself into my darling wife, Lori gasping as I stretched her open once
again.
   We humped and hammered at each other for what seemed like hours; I was
desperate to come, but also wanted this to last; I love making Love to her,
I love the feel of her as she melts against me, I love the wet, slippery
heat, I love the feel of her soft, supple skin as she thrusts and strains
against me, and I loved the unhallowed thrill of fucking my sister after
making her my wife!ldchard gave me a very old-fashi
   As we hammered and pounded, Lori abruptly stopped, and just as suddenly
pushed me away.
   "No, Davey, no...wait...not like this...!"
   I pulled back in surprise, then grinned as she draped her knees over my
shoulders so she was bent nearly double, both her tight little holes
clearly on display.
   "Take your pick, baby; dealer's choice!" she grinned, her eyebrow
raising as I pushed forward and pressed my cockhead against her tight
little back door.
   " I should have known!" she grinned, pulling her cheeks apart to stretch
her hole open.  I slipped into her pussy again, taking a couple of strokes
to lubricate myself, then withdrew and pushed against her anal entrance.
   I slid into her in one easy, slow guide, Lori gasping as she encouraged
me.
   "That's...that's it, baby, oooh yess, like that, like that...!" she
muttered as I slid all the way into her depths.
   Once I was all the way in, I paused to let her get her breath.  Once she
signalled she was ready, I began that slow in and out she loved so much
(and me, too!), pumping her arse full of my cock as we humped and hammered
each other once again, this time fucking my sister/wife in such a depraved
but immensely enjoyable way.  Now that I knew her secret sexual history
(that before I'd come home she'd never actually had one) I could reflect
that on the fact that my own experience of anal sex, while limited to a few
scattered occasions with fellow medical students and nurses who'd felt like
taking a walk up the Hershey Highway with me, was actually far more
extensive than hers; she'd led me to believe she'd seen and done
everything, so I'd have no compunction about falling into bed with her; the
reality was that everything she knew was what she'd seen on the screen, but
I like to think I'd since provided her with an enhanced post-graduate
experience of the act since then!
   While a small part of my mind (a VERY small part; Lori usually managed
to occupy all my available head-space) thought about what we were doing,
the rest of me was enjoying with deep gusto what we were doing; the sight
of my gorgeous sister, her glorious eyes shut tight and her lip caught
between her teeth as she hunched her pelvis up to take me all the way in
every time I plunged down into her, the feel of her tight anus clamped
around my thrusting cock, the sight of her midnight hair spread across the
pillows in a fragrant filigree of fine strands, her firm, protruding
breasts and straining nipples, all combined into one immensely horny whole,
and it was only by sheer willpower that I didn't just empty myself into her
and slump down like a dead man.
   To make it even better, rounding-off the sensory feast, as it were, her
delightful, warm, spicy, sweet scent surrounded and covered me, telling me,
as if I needed to be reminded, just who it was who was here with me, loving
me so completely and so well.
   Lori came first, a hissing groan escaping from her as her anus tightened
in sympathy with her convulsing pussy, the sight, sound, and feel of my
sister/wife, her anus gripping me so tightly as she orgasmed, all these
sensations at once were too much for me, tipping me over the edge, and I
came with something between a groan and a shout of delight as my spunk
burst out of me, the rippling of her tight rectum milking me like a tightly
squeezing fist, dragging the spunk out me in long, satisfying spurts to
paint and drench her insides.  The feel of me spraying her bowels with my
sperm set her off again, and once again orgasm gripped her in a wave of
pleasure, making her grit her teeth as her body hummed and quivered with
the sensations rocketing around inside her.
   I finally emptied out, slumping down beside her and pulling her close
with what was probably the last shreds of strength left in my body.  As I
kissed her, her eyes were already closing in satisfied sleep, and I pulled
the covers up over us, clamped my hands firmly around her lovely, pneumatic
bum cheeks, and passed out, finally fucked to a standstill.
   Bright and early I was up and ready to venture back into the world of
cardio-thoracic medicine; I let Lori sleep on, she looked so adorable
asleep, if I'd disturbed her I'd have had to 'tranquilize' her all over
again, and I just didn't have the strength!  When I found my way back
downstairs, there was Jimmy, also looking all bright and shiny, waiting to
take me into London; I thought there was a mistake, I'd only needed a lift
to the nearest train station, where I'd be able to hop a commuter train to
Marylebone, but apparently, Lori had given him explicit instructions to
take me to Saint Giles, and pick me up again in the evening.
   So off we went.  As I was getting chauffeured in style, rather than
cattle-trucking with the rest of the morning-misery crew on a commuter
train into London, we were well ahead of schedule, so we stopped at a
greasy spoon and had an enormous full English breakfast, the kind of fry-up
that would have infuriated Lori if she'd seen Jimmy and me shovelling it
away, tucking into bacon, sausage, mushrooms, fried eggs and fried bread
like it was going out of fashion, all swilled down with Greasy-Spoon tea,
stewed until it was red and almost thick enough to stand a spoon upright
in; it's a wonder Jimmy's skin and mine wasn't bright red from all that
tannin by the time we'd finished!
   When I arrived at the hospital, Jimmy grinningly insisted on doing the
whole 'Bowing The young Master Out Of The Car', family-retainer thing, and
I went along with it just to wind-up the Senior Surgical Registrar, who was
standing open-mouthed in the car-park, watching as I swept out of a
chauffeured limousine while Jimmy bowed and tugged his forelock, and
stalked into the Surgical Assessment Unit with my nose in the air!
   Jimmy was picking me up that evening, as instructed by his boss (Lori),
but his day until then was going to be fully occupied, ferrying Lori and
Rosie around from place to place to view the properties Richard's pet
realtor had fallen over himself to arrange, once he'd twigged that Lori had
a full shopping list and absolutely no upper limit when it came to her
dream home.
   I spent the day happily slipping back into the routine of rounds,
surgical review boards, re-calendaring, and generally immersing myself once
more in the role of junior surgeon on the cardio-thoracic surgical team. 
The hospital was able to re-schedule my preparations and pre-exam surgical
practice for my registration to sit the Intercollegiate Membership
examination for the Royal College of Surgeons, my final hurdle to
qualifying, so my day was hectic, full, and fully involving.
   Lori's day had been just as full, as she was bursting to tell me when I
finally stepped out of the car that evening.  She'd toured around a large
chunk of unspoilt, rural Oxfordshire, looking at and discarding one
property after another, for a variety of reasons, but she'd kept a couple
in reserve.  She wasn't in a massive hurry, we had time, but she'd fallen
in love with Oxfordshire, and had another list of appointments to view the
following day.
   She could see I was tired after a long day of getting back into the busy
swing of a major London hospital, so that night, rather than leap
frenziedly on me, she seduced me slowly and subtly.  When we retired to
bed, she walked around our room as she gradually disrobed, appealing
flashes of her in varying stages of undress clicking through my mind, her
voice low and sultry as she described the places she'd seen, all the while
slowly, artfully, revealing more and more of her spectacular body, until I
was quivering with a mixture of lust, desire, and juvenile horniness.  When
she sensed I was near explosion point, she climbed on the bed on all fours,
her eyes fixed on mine, wearing only her tight little panties.
   "Are you very tired, baby?" she cooed, her mouth saying one thing but
her expression saying something else entirely, and, without waiting for an
answer, she pulled the bedclothes down to reveal my truly stupefying
erection, hardened to something like solid bone by her cock-teasing little
pantomime.
   "Oooh, is that for me?" she asked, wide-eyed, while she batted her sooty
lashes at me in a display of innocence that was all the more electrifying
because I knew what a dirty little bundle of horny fun my wife was.  That
and the way she leaned forward to slip her lips over the end of my
straining cock and lick as she gave a gentle suck.  As she did so, she
looked up at me, again, all wide-eyed innocence, and gave me the dirtiest
wink I'd ever seen in a wide experience of dirty winks from her to date!
   My resistance (such as it was...) crumbled, and I pulled her to me,
kissing her as I slipped my hands down her waist to hold and squeeze her
marvellous bum, sliding them down the backs of her gossamer panties and
pulling the cheeks apart so I could rub her little rosebud with a probing,
questing finger.
   Lori squealed into my mouth and lightly bit my bottom lip.
   "Dirty boy!" she murmured, grinning like a cat as she scratched my
scrotum gently.  Our eyes met, mutual need immediately apparent, and she
sat up, tugged her panties down and off, and turned around to straddle me
as she dipped her head down to once more take me in her mouth.  This of
course brought her wonderfully scenic pussy, and equally succulent little
pucker, into full view, the sight of both tight little havens of happiness
stiffening my cock even further in her hot mouth.  Even as I gazed in rapt
wonder at my sister's succulent little treats, I could see her pussy lips
darkening as they began to engorge, and the scent of her arousal began to
waft over me, strong, sweet, spicy and delicious.
   Without further ado, I pulled her close enough to reach her sweetness
with my tongue and lips, lapping her from clitoris to anus with my
flattened tongue, and as I engaged her in "oral-genital congress", as my
textbooks so quaintly put it, I rolled her off me and onto our sides, so we
were now in a classic "69", my face buried between her thighs as she sucked
my cock while massaging my balls.
   We played like that for a while, whether hours or minutes I neither knew
nor cared; all I was aware of was the pleasure from the heat and suction of
her talented mouth, and the taste and wet succulence of juicy peach, the
feel of her smooth, firm skin as I held her to me, and her delicious,
alluring scent.  I knew it was all pheromones, sex triggers flicking
switches in my Limbic system, but I didn't care; all I knew was she was
mine, and this was how I wanted her, and how she wanted me.
   Eventually, after an orgasm or ten, Lori surfaced, looking alluring and
ready for some proper all-in wrestling, giving me that look, the one that
says "buckle-up, now it get's bumpy!"
   She crawled up beside me and planted her lips on mine, kissing me like a
friendly tornado, that kiss sucking the wit and will-power out of me and
setting me up for what she wanted to do next.  As we kissed, she slid on
top of me, slipping her thighs on either side of me as my hands curled
around her delectable bum, instinctively pulling the two halves of that
succulent peach apart, making her giggle and wriggle delightfully on top of
me.
   "Later, baby, right now, I want to do this...!"
   With that, she slid herself onto my throbbing cock, her breath hissing
as I stretched her open again.  Lori leaned down to kiss me, her mane of
hair falling over her shoulder and brushing my face and chest like a
sweet-scented net.  As she began to slowly, insistently gyrate on me,
rubbing the head of my cock against her cervix, I reached up and once again
held those magnificent, perfect breasts, lightly brushing her sensitive
nipples and making her gasp and grin at me.
   "Like that baby, yesss, like that, oooh yesss!" she murmured as I slowly
pumped against her, fondling and squeezing her breasts as I did, lightly
grazing the nipples and making her jump and catch her breath each time I
did it.
   I could see her neck and shoulders flushing pink in the glow from the
lamp, her movements against me quickening as orgasm approached, her eyes
closed and the pulse-beat fluttering in her throat all giveaways that she
was nearly there.
   As our movements together became more frenzied, with her grinding her
pussy against me ever harder and faster, I slid my finger into her tight,
puckered little anus and pumped in and out of her in time to my cock inside
her, the dual sensations finally tipping her over the edge.
   Lori screamed as her pussy convulsed around me, the sudden delicious
constriction almost sending me into my own ecstatic explosion, but I held
back, even if I had to grit my teeth and think of Joan Rivers in a tankini
(an instant passion-killer if there ever was one...) to do it; I had a
feeling she had something special in mind for me.
   At last, my darling slumped down on me, her heart thudding and her pussy
rhythmically clenching and releasing me as she came down and slowly came
back to reality.  As always, it was a joy to hold her close to me, to feel
her soft lips in the hollow of my neck, to run my hands over her smooth,
satiny skin and feel the life and vitality sparkling in every square inch
of her, and to surround myself and bask in her lovely warm, sweet, spicy
aroma.
   Once she got her breath back, and her heart-rate back down to something
approaching normal, she raised her head to kiss me lightly and nip at my
bottom lip.
   "How about you Davey, how about a little something, just for you...?"
she smiled, a knowing look in her eyes, and nipped my lip again.
   "Just like mom, baby!" she whispered, sitting up and shaking out her
hair, the sight of her raking her hair while she shook it out, and all the
interesting ripples and jiggles that accompanied the act rearing my cock up
even stiffer than it had been, if that were possible.
   I knew what she wanted to do, (and so did I, oh yes!) and when she
pointed at her toiletries bag I passed it to her, from whence she took out
a tube of KY Jelly.
   "You know what to do, you dirty, butt-reaming little ass-rapist!" she
grinned at me as she handed me the tube, then turned and presented her
magnificent bum to me; I was half minded to forget the lube and just bite
those inviting cheeks as much as I could, but instead I took a finger-full
of the lubricant and rubbed it in and around my next hiding place, sliding
first one then two finger into her tightest hole, opening and stretching
her for what was coming next.  Lori sighed and wriggled, her pink anus
winking at me as she flexed her hole, tempting me with the delights of her
arse.
   "Get a move on, you butt-goblin, you've got an early start again
tomorrow, and I haven't got all night; just fuck my ass, Davey, now!"
   Never one to let a lady down, I reared up behind her, lightly rubbing
her smooth, lubricated hole.  Lori sighed and pulled a couple of pillows
under her midriff and lay across them, presenting her uptilted rear to me
in a very tempting manner.
   "Now, Denham...!" she growled, so I leaned down and pushed my cock into
her tight little pussy, Lori hissing as I filled her up again, pumping few
times to lubricate myself nicely with her own tasty juices, then withdrew
and placed the tip at the entrance to her tight little bum.
   "Now or never, baby-girl, tell me now and we can do something else!" I
teased, knowing she wanted this almost more than I did.
   "Daviddd...!" she hissed warningly, and I grinned as I slowly but
inexorably slid my rigid cock deep into her tight anus in one long smooth
glide.
   "Oh Jesus God, that's tight!" she gasped, "I was right, that fucking
thing's getting bigger by the day!  What the fuck are you feeding it?"
   I had to grin as I began to slide back out again, Lori gasping and
humping her bum up against me as I slowly withdrew, trying to keep me
embedded in her tight, hot little bottom.
   "All I feed him is blue-eyed Iowa brunettes, that's what he's partial
to!" I whispered as I shoved my way back in again, Lori gasping and once
more humping up against me, engulfing my cock with her tight bum hole as
she slowly gyrated her hips, effectively stirring me around inside her, and
grinning even as she gasped with every thrust from me.
   "You are so full of shit, English-Boy!" she giggled, "I've said this
before, and I'm saying it again now; you just like ramming that thing into
my ass with no warning, you butt-raping little pervert!  My daddy was
right; I should have listened to him!"
   I forbore to comment, as I was enjoying myself far too much; despite her
protestations, the sinewy contractions and flexing of her anal tube was
giving away her enjoyment of what we were doing here, and I was rapidly
losing the power of speech as I concentrated on pumping my painfully erect
cock in and out of her hot, velvety canal.
   I slid my hands under her ribcage and cupped her magnificent tits, my
palms lightly brushing her highly sensitive nipples, but it was enough to
make her anus tighten as she bucked underneath me.
   "Oh God, Davey, that felt so good, do it again!" she gasped, and so, as
I slid my cock out of her arse and shoved it back in again, I flicked and
lightly grazed her nipples, making her groan and shudder under me.
   The end had to come soon; neither one of us could stand this level of
stimulation for long.  As I squeezed her lovely firm tits I felt that
low-level tingling behind the base of my cock and in the pit of my stomach,
and Lori convulsed as her orgasm swept through her, her anus clamping down
tightly on me as her pussy shuddered in sympathy with her cervix as it beat
against the thin walls separating it from where I was embedded.  The
pressure on my cock, like a hot velvet vice squeezing me along my whole
length all at once, was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came like the
night express, spunk blasting out of me in what felt like endless streams,
spraying the insides of her anal tube and coating her bowels with my
tribute.
   The feel of me launching my spunk-assault on her innards set her off
again, and Lori screamed my name as she came again, the rippling of her
anal tube milking me of every last drop of my male essence.  I rolled to
one side, still embedded in her to the hilt, taking her with me, and held
her close as she shuddered and twitched as aftershocks rippled and died
away inside her, her heart thumping in concert with mine as we both slowly
recovered from our lovemaking.  I slowly shrank and slipped from her, and
Lori rolled over to face me, her top lip sheened with sweat, and her sweet,
spicy aroma surrounding me like a cloud.
   "Okay, baby, playtime over now!" she grinned, "You have to be up and
away early tomorrow, Jimmy's taking you, so get some sleep in the car as
well!"
   I nuzzled her as she pulled the covers up over us, already nearly
asleep, yawning hugely as she turned and spooned against me, her last
comment already blurry with sleep but still sending me to sleep with a grin
on my face.
   "If you stop off along the way and have another huge fried breakfast, I
swear to God I will deep-fry your dick and make you eat it with an onion
mayo dip!  If you're hungry, buy a salad.  And that goes for Jimmy, too!"
   *
   And so that settled into our routine as we marked time waiting for Aunt
Sophie and Uncle Richard.  Lori spent day after day combing the Oxfordshire
wilds for the perfect house, one that ticked all her boxes, while I worked
my way back though the curriculum and surgical rota, doing my level best to
catch-up and get my preparations in place for my final and most important
qualifying examination, for membership of the Royal College of Surgeons.
   In the meantime, Lori had her list, and she was adamant about keeping to
that list, too; if she was going to settle down and raise kids, she wanted
the perfect house to do it in, and she wasn't prepared to compromise.  Poor
Jimmy found himself criss-crossing the county with Rosie, following up
leads and hints that she and Lori had unearthed, splitting his time between
ferrying around the Memsahib, and deliberately doing his "Old Family
Retainer" act every time he took me to work or collected me in the evening;
the senior registrars either grinned at his act, or fumed that a pipsqueak
junior surgeon was being bowed in and out of a limousine like the young
master returning to the plantation, envy mixing with class outrage.  Jimmy
knew exactly what he was doing, but he was more afraid of Lori than he was
of me, and he had his orders; I tell you, that girl has a warped sense of
humour sometimes...
   At last, Lori found her house, and it was in the same village Sophie and
Richard lived, of all places, Little Brooking; why was I not surprised...
   The village was one of those chocolate-boxy sort of places, 16th century
black and white half timbered houses with thatched roofs and picturesque
shutters, village green with cute little pub, apple and pear orchards
disappearing off into the distance, the whole place almost painfully twee
and whimsical.  Luckily, the place she plumped for was an old vicarage,
dating from the latter part of the 18th century, brick-built, with a slate
roof, but with beautiful golden Cotswold sandstone quoins; it satisfied all
her basic requirements in that it was structurally sound, had recently been
renovated and updated, but sympathetically, by someone with their eye out
for a buyer just like her, large but not unmanageable gardens with a
one-acre apple orchard and a herb garden, a vegetable patch, and a small
duck pond.  There was also an adjoining paddock where a pair of elderly
donkeys lived in happy amity with a retired shire horse named Tiny, which
was a misnomer if I ever heard one; he was bloody massive, the last time
I'd seen something that big it had four flat feet and a trunk...
   One of the conditions of sale was that the new owners had to take full
ownership and responsibility for those three moth-eaten nags; Lori of
course agreed to the asking price without a flicker of her eyelid, with the
seller sighing as she realised she could have upped the price and Lori
would have paid it anyway, again without a flicker; she knew the signs of
true love when she saw them...
   There was also a pair of cottages on the property, built by the original
owner of the vicarage as additional family accommodation.  The present
owner had renovated them when the main house was done, and was currently
using them as summer rentals, but Lori had her own plans for them.
   The sale was laughably easy; with no other buyers bidding for the
property, and the owner moving abroad, all we had to wait for was the Land
Registry Title-search and various other legal niceties, but with Lori's
deep pockets and apparently inexhaustible cash reserves, our solicitor fell
over himself to push things along; as it was a cash sale, there was no
mortgage to arrange, no bank fees, bridging-loans, or deposits to secure,
so it only took a matter of weeks, rather than the several months these
kinds of things could take, and suddenly, we owned our dream house (or at
least Lori's, and it had better be mine...)
   In the midst of all this, Sophie and Richard finally came home.  Lori
had been ticking off the calendar, counting-down the days, until suddenly,
the day dawned.  She was a bag of nerves, alternately pacing and muttering
and trembling and crying; the tension wasn't good for her, and definitely
not for the baby, and so, to try and relax her, I suggested we take a
leisurely drive to Heathrow Airport and collect my aunt and uncle.  Lori
jumped at it, insisting we leave now, now, now!
   So we did, even though we were several hours too early; Lori wanted to
be there in case their flight was early (fat chance) and there was no-one
there to meet them...
   Lori fidgeted the entire way there, the look on Jimmy's face saying it
all; he'd suggested we stop and have lunch, as there were several hours
before their flight was due in, and Lori nearly bit his head off, so, being
a good soldier who knew when to fight and when to back-off, he shut his
mouth, exchanged glances with me that spoke volumes, and set to the task of
ferrying us to Heathrow Terminal 3.  Rosie had gone over to their house, to
open it up and air it a little, even though the housekeeping service was
supposed to have been doing just that, and to wait there for her favourite
aunt and uncle.
   Once at the airport, Lori was free to let her need to fret have full
reign, and so Jimmy made himself scarce while I hugged and held my baby
close as she alternated between crying and trembling; none of this was good
for her, or the baby, but she seemed to have a deep-seated need to do it,
so I held her while she got all her nerves and jitters out of the way.  At
last, I heard their flight arrival announced, and so did Lori, because
suddenly her jitters stepped-up another notch, and I found myself wishing
they'd just get here, before Lori actually imploded; right now she was
trembling so fast she was just a Lori-shaped blur, people were beginning to
stare, possibly wondering if she was some sort of avant-garde street
theatre...
   Just when it seemed she was ready to implode for real, out they came. 
All I heard was a low growling sound, and suddenly Lori and Sophie were in
each other's arms, both of them in floods of tears, and hugging so tight
you couldn't have got the thinnest sheet of paper between them.  All I
could hear was a sort of high-speed gabbling from the two of them, Richard
sharing a bemused look with me as Lori and my aunt continued their reunion
at some higher level of communication, something involving incoherent
squeaking.
   "Hello David, it's good to see you again, young feller!" he grinned,
momentarily sidetracked as Lori grabbed him with her free hand and hugged
him in a neck-breaker, pleasure and embarrassment warring for a second on
his genial features.  He gently disengaged himself and shook hands warmly
with me.
   "It's good to be home at last, David, I think I'm going to enjoy having
a rose garden I won't have to leave when I get posted again!  Also, your
aunt and your dear girl, at last they've got each other back; you've
absolutely no idea what it's been like these last few weeks, David, no idea
at all!  You aunt has been like a bear with a sore head ever since she came
back from Bar Harbor, I didn't dare stick my head in a room in case she bit
it off!  At last she has her precious "daughter" back, so now I can relax
instead of creeping around like a criminal!"
   Sophie and Lori finally managed to descend back to earth, Sophie hugging
me warmly and kissing my cheek in a motherly sort of way, while Lori hugged
Richard properly, her face buried in his shoulder while she cried softly,
Richard patting her back gently as he whispered to her.  I got a little
teary myself as I realised just how deeply my girl had imprinted on these
two fine people.  In her mind and heart they'd become her parents, and her
love for them was plain to see, and having them back was probably the best
thing she could possibly want right now.
   Jimmy appeared and loaded their luggage onto pair of trolleys, and he
pushed one while I pushed the other down to the car park.  Sophie raised an
eyebrow at the limousine, but said nothing while we loaded the luggage,
saving it for when we were on the road.  Once we were underway, Jimmy
rolled up the privacy screen, sensing that there was family-stuff coming,
and he didn't need to hear it.  Once the screen was up, Sophie raised that
eyebrow again.
   "A chauffeur, David?  Really?  I thought you were above such things!"
   Lori glanced up from where she was, huddled between Richard and Sophie,
with Sophie's arm wrapped possessively around her.
   "It's not like that, mo...Aunt Sophie, we had a little trouble in
London, and Jimmy took care of it, so David gave him a job looking after me
when he's not around, and the car came with him.  He's a lovely man, and
Rosie's completely smitten with him!"
   Sophie caught the change as Lori so very nearly called her "mom", her
eyes shining again as she looked fondly down at her.
   "All right, darling girl, I know I'm probably going to regret this, but
what happened that you should need a bodyguard?"
   Lori told her the story about that idiot in the restaurant, and the
fracas outside, and how he'd been a minor TV celebrity, which hadn't
stopped Jimmy from shredding him with a well-aimed head-butt and a kick in
the plums that still made mine twinge whenever I thought about it.  Of
course, the resultant press furore had forced us to do a runner toute-suite
and hole up a long way from civilisation, in Denham Hall.  Sophie grimaced
at that, her look disapproving.
   "You took this poor girl, in her condition, to that dreadful place? 
David, only jet lag and good manners prevents me from giving you such a
slap right now!  The very idea!"
   Richard was grinning at me behind his hand, and I had to look away to
bite down my own grin as Lori winked at me, stuck out her tongue, and
snuggled even closer to her protector.  I could see a long and deep
involvement with my aunt and uncle looming, and something told me I'd
better start learning about roses, it looked like Richard and I were going
to be spending a lot of time in each other's company!
   Sophie leaned across and pressed the privacy button, and waited until
the screen lowered before speaking to Jimmy.
   "Young man, I understand I have you to thank for rescuing this lovely
girl from some TV vermin.  Loretta tells me you work for her, and that
you're doing a good job, and also that you seem to be forming an attachment
with my niece, Rosamund.  I hope you're a serious-minded young man?"
   Jimmy gulped and nodded; Sophie was a formidable lady, and I was quite
tickled at the sight of a man who'd charged sniper nests in Iraq and
infiltrated gun emplacements in Sarajevo actually sweating at her slightly
raised eyebrow.  Richard eventually took pity on him.
   "What my wife is trying to say, in her own inimitable way, is that Rosie
is one of her favourites, and she's curious to know what your intentions
are.  Speak up, young feller, it's all family here!"
   Jimmy looked sideways at me, straightened-up at my wink, but kept his
eyes firmly on the road ahead as he drove.
   "Rosie...Rosamund and me, we have an, an understanding.  I respect her,
and would like to take things further, when she's ready, and I'm able to
support a wife and ...and family.  I fully intend to one day ask her to be
my wife, when the time is right!"
   He flicked a glance at the rear-view mirror, to see Sophie smiling
slightly.
   "Good answer, a very good answer, you may be just what she needs!  I
think under the circumstances we can dispense with the formalities;
Rosamund calls my husband and I Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie, if you are
to join this family, I would expect you to do the same!"
   Now Jimmy looked alarmed.
   "Yes of course, Mrs...I mean Aunt...I mean...!" he stuttered, completely
unnerved by Sophie, who looked across at me and grinned, suddenly looking
more like Lori than ever.
   I reached over and patted his shoulder.
   "Relax Jimmy, you passed!  Aunt Sybil likes you, Aunt Sophie likes you,
I doubt you care what Maude or Bella think of you, and best of all, Rosie
likes you, you're in!"
   Jimmy didn't say another word all the way back, but he looked a lot less
terrified under the sheen of perspiration on his face.  When we arrived at
the house, Richard, and Hugo were waiting at the gate to greet their
parents, both of them with their arms around a smiling Rosie.  Once the
kisses and hugs had been exchanged, Sophie took Lori and Rosie by the arm
and piloted them into the house, while Jimmy, the boys, and I unloaded the
luggage and trundled it into the house.
   Sophie and the girls were closeted in the drawing room, so Richard,
Hugo, and I sat and had a cold beer, while Jimmy had a coke as he was
driving.  We chatted about my work at St.  Giles, the boys discussed the
progress of their plan to hook themselves "an American stunner, just like
yours, Davey!", and ribbed Jimmy about his romance with Rosie, roaring with
laughter at his discomfort when Sophie had turned her blowtorch on him in
the car.
   "I tried to warn you, really!" grinned Hugo, "Of course, it's your turn
next, Davey; right now they're in there plotting and planning, sealing your
fate, blocking all exits, and setting dozens of little ankle-traps for the
unwary; you had your chance, Davey, now she's got hold of both of you, the
moment of doom approacheth!"
   "Stop frightening the boy!" grinned Uncle Richard from the doorway,
changed out of his travelling clothes and looking less like a senior
diplomat and more like a dad.  He poured himself a scotch, and came and sat
with us, looking intently at me.
   "David, the boys are only joking, but there's an element of truth here;
your aunt is meticulous, detail-oriented, and really quite forceful!" he
grinned at his understatement, as did I, once again marvelling at how much
like my Grandfather he looked, and how much he reminded me of my father,
what I remembered of him, anyway.  He held his scotch up to the light for a
moment, then took a sip as he collected his thoughts.
   "You told me once how busy you were going to be getting back into
training at your hospital, but woe betide you if your schedule interferes
with Sophie's arrangements!  She won't say anything, but Sophie can do more
damage with a carefully aimed eyebrow than most people can do with a wild
left-hook!  Make sure you leave enough flexibility in your schedule to
accommodate hers.  She and Lori are very close now, as close as mother and
daughter, so if you do anything that she perceives as a slight to that
lovely girl, you'll have her on you like an avenging angel, be warned!"
   At that point, the door opened and the ladies came in from their
plotting session in the Drawing Room, Lori looking radiant, Rosie smiling
widely, and Sophie looking very pleased with herself.
   As we all stood, waiting for the ladies to be seated, Rosie slipped up
to Jimmy's side and whispered something to him.  He looked startled, but
took her hand and allowed her to lead him outside.  I grinned at the little
by-play, and at Sophie and Lori's smug looks.
   "Mother, what have you done?" grinned Hugo, while Richard leaned back
and saluted her with his beer.
   "Mother, you've got that "look" again, the one you get when you set me
up with some friend's daughter, what have you done now?"
   Sophie looked positively angelic.
   "I?  Nothing, nothing at all, just mentioned to Rosie what she needs to
tell that young man of hers, and before you start accusing me of meddling,
she was already going to do it, so unruffle yourselves!  Now, I have
important things to arrange, so make yourselves useful, or make yourselves
scarce!"
   Richard and Hugo tipped back their beers, as did I, and I made to follow
them into the garden, to be stopped by my aunt.
   "Not you, young man, this is your wedding too, so pay attention!"
   Uncle Richard grinned at me behind her back, tipped his scotch in salute
at me, and slipped out into the garden after the boys.  Sophie took my arm,
and slipped her arm through Lori's, and the three of us stepped into the
garden through the French double-doors.
   Sophie looked around appreciatively at the garden.
   "I did so love coming back here whenever we could, I always loved this
garden, it will be nice to live here permanently; England in the summer,
what a heavenly thought!"
   I grinned as she strolled arm in arm with us along the patio, watching
Uncle Richard and his sons examine the state of the rosebushes.  Sophie
stopped in front of a bower, smiling at her memories.
   "I used to sit over there with your Great-Aunt Louisa, Richard's dear
mother, and we'd talk about the family, about David, your father.  This is
where Louisa told me about her brother and her, about her own beloved
David, your grandfather, about your uncle Richard, and poor Hugo, about how
devastated she was when he died so tragically young, just a young boy.  Her
husband drank himself to death with the money your grandfather gave him to
marry Louisa and save her from scandal, but that man, he was rotten to the
core; he never let poor Louisa forget he wasn't Richard's father, that he
was well aware who Richard's real father was, he made her life a misery,
always blackmailing her to keep her secret."
   She stopped to dab at her eyes, Lori following her.
   "Your grandfather paid up without a murmur, of course, he loved his
sister far too much to let her secret become known.  At least you two
managed to do what Louisa and her brother could never have done, David, so
be grateful for each other, children, you'll never know how bad it could
have been!"
   Sophie dabbed at her eyes again, then pecked me on the cheek.
   "I so envy you, both of you!  You're starting out all new and fresh and
young, the world really is at your feet, just make sure you enjoy it! 
You're lucky to have a girl like Loretta, dear, someone who adores you as
much as she does, and you Loretta, I've seen how David can't take his eyes
off you, you did well to have someone as caring as him so smitten with you!
Both of you, you're going to be just fine, I can see it now!"
   She slid her fingertips along Lori's cheek, brushed an errant hair back
and smiled happily at her.
   "I was thinking the third week of September, in the chapel at Kings,
where your father was married, David, and where I married your uncle
Richard, too; it's sort of a family tradition now, what do you think,
dear?"
   Uncle Richard's warning was still echoing in my mind, so I agreed; I was
already married to my darling sister, this wedding was for Lori to have her
dream wedding in a flower-decked church, something she'd once confessed to
me in an unguarded moment, and I would agree to anything for my beautiful
sister-wife.
   "Good, now that's settled, it's been a long flight, and your uncle and I
are tired, so take this dear girl out somewhere and lavish attention on
her, I think I need a long, hot soak, and a nice long sleep, so I'll see
you tomorrow, children!  Oh, and David, I'll be taking Loretta away from
you for a few hours, we're going shopping, find something useful to do
while we're gone, there's a dear!"
   Sophie walked us to the gate, where Jimmy and Rosie were waiting for us,
and once again pecked me on the cheek, hugged Lori, and waved us off as
Jimmy pulled away for the drive back to Sybil's house.  Once there, Rosie
decided she needed to go shopping in Bicester, so Jimmy sat her in the back
so she could arrive at the Designer Village in style, leaving us with an
empty house, Sybil having gone to London to meet with her agent.  So now we
had a great big empty house all to ourselves, what to do, what to do...
   Lori solved that by moulding herself against me and running her fingers
over my rapidly expanding cock.
   "What shall we do, Davey, there's just you and me here in this big ole
house, however shall we pass the time?"
   She looked at me so innocently, her eyes big and blue, and utterly
guileless, but with a spark of true depravity burning way down deep inside;
my girl had a plan, and it would almost certainly involve nakedness and
much stickiness.  Little David reared-up and filled her hand at the
thought.
   "That's what I like, a man who knows what he wants!" she grinned,
nipping my chin as she squeezed me briefly, stiffening me even further, if
that was possible, "Let's go, baby, I want to play doctors and trollops,
and you do it so well!"
   With that, she led me into the house, my eyes once again drawn to the
sweet curves and tight quiver of her spectacular arse in the form fitting
sun-dress she'd chosen to wear.  I checked for VPL, none was visible, good,
it meant I got to eat without all that tedious business of tearing her
panties off...
   Lori caught the direction of my stare, grinned, and twitched her
delectable bum-cheeks even more, causing many, many impure thoughts to zing
through my brain and latch onto my cock; oh yes, when I got her naked,
she'd find out what kind of games I wanted to play!  As she led me through
our bedroom door, I leaned back against the door and slid my arms around
her waist, pulling her to me.  Lori squealed as I slid my hands up to cup
and squeeze her lovely firm lady-lumps, the nipples already hard and poking
through the stretched-tight material of her sun dress.  I dipped down and
kissed her neck while I squeezed her breasts, rolling her taut nipples
between my fingertips under the tight material, and Lori groaned, pushing
her wonderful backside against my throbbing cock, capturing me in the cleft
between her sculpted buttocks.  Now it was my turn to groan as she slid her
hand onto the back of my neck to support herself, and rose and fell on her
toes, rubbing my engorged cock as it lay in the cleft of her spectacular
arse.
   As I leaned down to nibble and lick her perfect neck some more, Lori
giggled and reached behind to squeeze my cock.
   "We can stand here all day, or we can do...other stuff, baby, your
choice!" she murmured, making it crystal clear just what kind of "other
stuff" she'd rather be doing.
   I took the hint, and reached for the zipper on her dress, sliding it
down in one move and allowing her creamy, satin-smooth back to fall into my
clutches.  Lori giggled again as I kissed the back of her neck and slid my
hands inside her dress to hold and squeeze her luscious breasts again,
while her delicate, delicious scent surrounded me, making me hunger for her
all over again.
   "Help me get this thing off, Davey!" she grinned, so I pulled as she
squirmed, her bum cheeks wobbling fetchingly as she shimmied the dress off,
to stand completely naked before me.  Every time I see my wife naked it's
like a new experience for me; I never tire of seeing her clear, flawless
skin, her rounded, spectacular, showpiece bum, those incredible protuberant
36C breasts with her fat, coral-pink nipples, now beginning to darken to a
deeper rose, part of the changes to her body as her pregnancy progressed,
and the secret place between her legs, the lips glistening with her honey
and just begging for a lick.  Lori put her hands behind her head and did a
slow spin, grinning all the while to show she knew exactly what she was
doing to me.
   "Well, Davey, do you still like what you see?" she taunted me, her eyes
dancing with mischief, knowing exactly what effect she was having on me. 
The sight of all that delicious female flesh as too much, and with an
almost animal growl, I lunged for her bearing her backwards and onto the
bed.  I landed on top of her, being careful to take my weight on my
forearms and knees, Lori giggling and shrieking as I licked, nibbled,
tickled and lapped at her with my tongue.  We played for a few minutes,
enjoying the play before other needs intruded, and I found myself wondering
all over again how I'd managed to trap such a delicious, divine, utterly
beautiful young girl.  As I took her all in, I slid down so I could lick
and suck her deliciously stiff nipples, gently running the flat of my
tongue over the sensitive little points of flesh.  Lori's nipples were
becoming very sensitive, so I left off before I actively made her too sore
to continue, concentrating instead on kissing a line down her midriff, past
and inside her ticklish little navel, until my tongue found the top of her
slip.
   Lori bucked and sighed as I slid my tongue-tip inside her slit, teasing
the hood of her clitoris before poking my tongue into her opening, making
her sigh and wriggle against me.  I wriggled my tongue inside her, then
slowly pulled it out and lapped at her slit, once again marvelling at her
tangy sweetness, and her spicy, Christmas scent, full rich, aromatic and
sweet, redolent of plum pudding and mulled, spiced wine, with a background
scent altogether more human, primitive and alluring.  Lori moved and
murmured under me as I worked my way down, until my tongue-tip was probing
at her tight little rectum, the sensation as I slowly pushed my way into
her little knot almost overwhelmingly sexy; Suddenly I wanted to be shoving
my distended cock in this particular hole, if I did it right, she'd beg me
to bugger her, the way she liked it so much.
   Lori sighed happily again and lifted her hips to ease my access to her
little rusty bullet hole, holding my head lightly and twining her fingers
in my hair as I lapped and licked at her tight-spot, slowly pushing my
tongue-tip further into her with every pass until I was in her as far as I
could go, rimming her as deeply as she'd ever been rimmed before.
   Lori began pulling my face closer into her, trying to get more of me
inside her, so I obliged.  Pulling my tongue back out of her, I once again
fastened my lips on her clitoris, sucking the hard little nub and making
her thresh around under me, as her juices poured out of her.  I slid up
over her, kissed her gently, lifting her legs so her lovely little rosebud
was looking right at me, took my cock and pressed it against her.  Lori
took over, taking hold me and aiming properly, and then nodded, so I began
to slide slowly but unstoppably into her tight arse.
   Lori gasped and grinned up at me as I slid into her.
   "You dirty, perverted little bum-fucker, that's all you ever want to do
these days, I have other holes too, you know!"
   I grinned back down at her, not at all put off my stride by her words,
especially as I could see she didn't mean any of them.  I stuck my tongue
out at her, and leaned down to nip the end of her nose.
   "Before you start going all "you are such a pervert" on me, Mrs. 
Loretta Keene-Denham, just remember one thing, you hot little fuck-muffin
wife of mine; it was you who started all this; it was you who asked me to
fuck you in your arse, you showed me how to do it properly, I discovered I
liked it, so I am your creation, missus Frankenstein, and the price you pay
for being such a cock-obsessed little smart-arse is you get to spend the
rest of your life with my tongue, my fingers, or my fat-boy shoved up your
Strada Chocolata, and if you don't like it, go complain to the universe,
I'm sure it will listen to you and change things so you get your own way!"
   Lori stuck her tongue out and grinned at me, that slow, unutterably
dirty grin she gets when she's hatching something, or something mad, bad,
and nasty but nice has occurred to her.  She began humping back at me,
digging in her heels and pushing back against me, taking me in even deeper,
even as she began pulsing her rectum around me, the sensation not unlike
fingers squeezing and rippling along the entire length of my cock.  She
began to hitch and gasp as I humped madly, ramming my cock into her as hard
as I could while she met me thrust for thrust.
   We couldn't keep this up for long, no humans could, and I came with a
shout of release as I sprayed what felt like an endless amount of hot sperm
deep into her bowels.  Lori screamed as her own orgasm hit her, the
rippling in her rectum now an unstoppable, rhythmic milking sensation,
dragging my own orgasm out and chiming with her as I pumped stream after
steam of my sperm into her.
   We slumped down, completely wrung out, Lori holding me tightly as she
trembled and shuddered against me with the aftershocks of her orgasm.  My
cock finally softened enough to slip from her, Lori murmuring and burrowing
against me as her own orgasmic tremors and aftershock died away.  After a
while, I could feel her fingers on my chest as she tapped me, something she
does when she's thinking about something.
   "Do you mean what you said earlier, Doctor-Man?  About the rest of my
life, I mean?"
   I grinned back, sure I knew where she was going with this, well, this
time anyway.
   "Every day, if you want, my darling baby-girl, as many times as I can,
that I promise you, although, as you pointed out, you have other holes too;
I fully intend to keep them all fully occupied too!"
   Lori smirked.
   "Done!  I want that in our wedding vows, I want a promise of a daily
good ole-fashioned Iowa back-country ass-fuck, so you better make it
happen, or I'll make good on my promise to yank your leg off, whittle it
into a cock and use it on myself if I have to!"
   I raised an eyebrow at her.
   "Darling baby, how the fuck am I going to make a promise like that in a
church full of people?  If I try that, I promise you, Sophie will have me
finely minced and rendered down into compost for Richard's rosebushes!  Try
something else, anything but that!"
   She looked up at me with huge, sad, puppy-dog eyes, and a heartlessly
quivering lip, before;
   "I thought you loved me; if you did, you would!" came trotting out of
her mouth.  She did it; she actually played the guilt-card.  I had to grin,
especially as I could see just how insincere she was at that moment.  I
wasn't about to let this go without a fight; I mean...
   "Alright, how about I solemnly swear, here and now, on that ring on your
finger, to hump your rump every day, for the rest of our married life? 
Does that satisfy Madame?
   Lori looked at me with the devil in her eyes and that irresistible smile
on her perfect lips.
   "Okay Davey, that will be enough for me; you've never broken a promise
you swore on mummy-bum, so swear now!"
   Grinning at the reminder of our childhood, I made the promise I knew I
was compelled to keep.
   "Darling Lori, I swear on mummy-bum I will always cram your crevice as
and when you demand it, forever and ever, amen!  Is that good enough, you
tiresome trollop?"
   Lori grinned at that, her eyes softening.
   "Just as long as I'm always your trollop, darling boy!" she murmured.
   "Always and forever, beautiful girl!" I promised, kissing her as she
sleepily stretched and hugged me close.
   "First ultrasound tomorrow, baby, I'm excited, will they be able to tell
us if it's a boy or a girl?" she asked, her eye cocked hopefully at me.
   "Not likely, baby-girl, not at only 14 weeks, but we will be able to see
and hear the foetal heartbeat."
   Lori smiled happily.
   "I'm having your baby...!" she murmured, trailing off as she fell
asleep. I watched her for a while, enthralled, as always, by her porcelain
skin, her red lips, and her hair, black and shiny as a raven's wing. 
Charlie always told us with a perfectly straight face that Lori's hair came
from his ancestor, a full-blooded Kiowa war-chief, something a small boy
from England took in with wide-eyed acceptance; my little sister was a
Red-Indian princess!  When I got older, of course, I worked it out for
myself; Charlie's family originally came from Savannah, Georgia; not too
many Kiowa there, but still, when I looked at that mass of lustrous black
hair, Charlie's yarns about Lori's ancestry were almost believable. 
Watching over her, drinking her in, congratulating myself on capturing a
true Georgia peach, and feeling her warmth against me, I eventually fell
asleep, and dreamed of mother and my father, posing for that painting in
the study at Denham Hall.
   The ultrasound scan at the hospital in Oxford was just as I expected;
what I didn't plan on was the surge of emotion when I saw my baby's heart
for the first time; just a tiny little dot thrilling away in the shadows on
the screen, but suddenly there was my child, and with that came a surge of
almost overwhelming protectiveness, parental instincts suddenly clicking
into high gear.  Lori listened to the high-speed chatter of the baby's
heartbeat with tears on her cheeks, holding my hand so tight I thought
she'd break my fingers.  Now the reality of what we were, and what we were
becoming drove home; we were going to be parents, and everything we did
from now on had to be for the good of our child; it was a sobering, but
welcome thought.  It was one of those defining moments for me, the instant
when we finally became true grown-up's.
   The high lasted all the way back to Sybil's house, where suddenly our
good spirits were dashed by the sight of Bella once more lurking, like a
toad in a stone, probably come back to pile more venom on now that she'd
had the opportunity to think of something choice to say.  Lori looked at me
and grinned, raring for the opportunity to deal with her this time, so what
could I do?  I gave her her head, of course...
   "David Denham, I have a here a court order allowing me to take immediate
vacant possession of Denham Hall and all its environs, I do hope we can
make this transition amicably?" she leered unpleasantly, triumph written
all over her face, making her look more than ever like a cat licking shit
off a nettle.
   "Let me see that, please!" asked Lori sweetly, and the old trout handed
it over with much bad grace.  Lori scanned through it with one raised
eyebrow, then looked up and smiled brightly at her.
   "Well, it certainly all seems to be in order," at which Bella tried to
take it back, but Lori held it out of her reach.  "Except for this one,
small, teeny little clause here, where you've declared yourself to be the
owner of record.  Now, dear Aunt Bella, we all know that's just a teeny,
tiny little fib, or perhaps I should say a great big fat juicy lie, as we
happen to have a stack of deeds, endowments and charters four feet high
showing that David is clearly the only legal owner of Denham Hall, so once
again you've used a false instrument to gain a monetary advantage, that is
the correct phrase isn't it, David darling?"
   I grinned and nodded.
   "Absolutely correct, darling girl!  Do go on!"
   Lori smiled sweetly at her and pretended to look through the document
again.
   "Fraud is such a sly little crime, isn't it, Bella dear, especially when
perpetrated by one's own family?  Not that you are actually part of this
family, of course, and I happen to know that dear David's trustee's are
positively straining at the leash to have you tossed in the pokey after the
last time you tried this; imagine how they'll rub their hands in glee when
they get this, and they will, be assured of that!"
   Lori stopped to let that sink in.
   "And by the way, Bella, and this should worry you, the magistrate who
signed this is not going to look favourably on the nasty, lying, devious,
greedy old woman who involved him in her scheme to defraud a family member
out of their inheritance, and committed perjury by swearing under oath that
she was making a true statement, knowing it was actually a lie."
   Lori looked at her pityingly.
   "If you had just waited, David would have made provision for you; he's
not like you, and he feels a strong sense of responsibility for his family,
no matter how obnoxious they are, plus of course he loves Rosie dearly, and
unfortunately, through no fault of her own, she is your granddaughter, so
he would have done that for you for Rosie's sake.  You should have waited,
Bella, perhaps you might have been pleasantly surprised, but this, this
made sure that nothing will be forthcoming.  Way to shoot yourself in the
foot, honey!  Now, you're making no friends here, so why don't I keep this
safe for my husband while you climb back on your broomstick and head West,
I'm sure your flying monkeys must be missing you!"
   Bella's face was a picture, but I'm not sure of what, as she drew
herself up to her full height, spun on her heel, and stumped away.  Sybil
and Rosie came out then, and linked arms with Lori as they watched Bella
disappear into the distance, where Maude's car once again waited for her.
   My aunt nudged Lori and grinned at her.
   "You know, dear, I still have my great-grandfather's old elephant gun,
if you want, you could take a pot-shot, it has two barrels, if you miss her
with one barrel you've still got the other one!"
   *
   Back inside the house, Lori had an announcement to make.
   "Aunt Sybil, Davey and I think it's time we struck out on our own.  The
house in Little Brooking has been surveyed and there's no issues, so I want
to start getting moved-in; the stuff from back home will go nicely in
there; all my stuff, my mom & daddy's stuff is already in storage in
Oxford, so I think it's time we stopped imposing on you and got our own
house settled.  Thank you so much for helping us settle down, and for
making us feel so at-home with you, Aunt Sybil, but now I think it's time
to be in our own home, instead of cluttering-up yours!  I know you need
your privacy as much as we do, and much as I've loved living here in the
middle of Davey's family, I think it's time to go."
   Aunt Sybil was smiling through all of this.
   "I agree, dear; you two, and the one who's coming along, need your own
home now, and even though I'll miss you, you're still only a short way
away. It was lovely having you here, and it will be nice having family
close by again, now that Richard and Sophie are back for good, so once
again this part of the world will be a Denham enclave!"
   Lori also had a surprise for Rosie.
   "Rosie, I know how much you mean to Davey, and I know you and Jimmy are
planning to get married one day, so Davey and I have a little gift for you;
call it an early wedding present.  The two cottages next to the house are
of no use to us, we have all the space we'll ever need in the main house,
and more, and I know you and Jimmy want a place of your own, so please
accept Stone Cottage and Rose Cottage as a gift from Davey and me.  With a
little work, they can be turned into one larger house, whether you do that
is up to you.  We love you and Jimmy, and we want you both near us, so now
you will be, in a home of your own, if you want it.  And don't worry; when
Adam has finished university, there will be something for him, too, a gift
from Davey and me in memory of his Uncle Jerry."
   Rosie was wide-eyed with astonishment, as was Jimmy, both of them
speechless.  Rosie got up and walked over to me, hugging me harder than
Lori ever had.
   "Thank you, Robin Hood!" she murmured.  I hugged my favourite cousin and
playmate just as enthusiastically; I may have been gone a long time, but
most of my earliest memories revolved around Rosie and her parents, and she
was the closest thing I'd ever had to a sister before Lori came along.  I
wanted her and Jimmy to be happy and secure, in their own home somewhere
near, as I knew Lori needed her, and I knew for certain the baby would need
his or her Aunt Rosie in days to come.  Perhaps all that money in those
trust funds could be of some use to the entire family, not just me, as my
father had intended; times change, after all.
   *****
   Epilogue.
   Lori and I were married formally in the chapel of Corpus Christie
College, my father's old college at Cambridge University, two months after
Sophie returned to England.  As she'd promised, Aunt Sophie sat on the
Bride's Side and wept almost theatrically, along with Aunt Sybil and Rosie,
while Uncle Richard gave Lori away as though he was handing me the rarest
of Stradivarius violins, his face beaming with paternal pride when he
placed her hand in mine.  Richard Junior and Hugo stood with me as my
groomsmen, and one of my old school-friends, Jack Cameron, was my Best Man,
while Jimmy acted as Usher.
   Our first child, a gorgeous, golden-haired little boy with Lori's
arresting blue-violet eyes, was born 4 months later, almost to the day.  It
really looks to me like Lori's plan to catch a baby worked, in the best
possible way; it got me the most beautiful girl in the world, and she gave
me a beautiful son, who looks amazingly like me when I was that age; maybe
that's a good sign.
   Charlie is over a year old, now, and Lori is pregnant again, with a girl
this time, and we live in our elderly, rambling dream house, complete with
big, comforting fireplaces, warm chimney corners, reassuringly solid
polished wood floors and an abundance of interesting little rooms to
explore and get lost in, big friendly dogs, a duck pond and apple orchard,
and a paddock with two mild-mannered little donkeys and a gentle giant
called Tiny who occupies a large part of Lori's heart.
   Thankfully the house is not too far from the hospital in Oxford where I
now work as junior Cardio-Thoracic Consultant Surgeon.  Jimmy and Rosie and
their baby live a minute away in their own sprawling, comfortable
conversion of the two redundant cottages on the piece of land we bought; my
favourite cousin and her husband, and the cutest little girl in the world,
secure in their own home, and close-by when we need them.  They're my
family, too, after all, and I feel better for having them near; Jimmy even
added "Denham" to his name so little Gemma would always carry the family
name, along with his own, a compliment to Lori and me that won't be
forgotten.
   We live a simple life, my salary is more than enough for our needs, and
I have all I could ever want right there when I get home from work.  I have
no intention of missing out on a second of my children's lives, so work
takes a back seat to Lori and our boy, plus the daughter to-be, little
Sophie when she finally gets here.
   Uncle Richard is de-facto head of the family and arbiter of all
disputes, not that there are any; he and Aunt Sophie live not far from us,
and Charlie thinks they're his grand-parents; he calls them "Gampa" and
"Nana"; they both dote on Lori, and she feels like she has parents again;
she even calls Sophie 'Mom', and Richard is 'Papa'.  Charlie is really
their property, I only get to see him fleetingly on weekends, as he seems
to spend most weekends either sleeping at his grand-parents' house, or
perched on Sophie's hip as she carts him around, apparently afraid to let
him out of her sight for even a second.
   If we have a fight, which is very rare, I must admit, Lori goes to see
Richard and weeps on his shoulder, and before I know it, I'm having a
father/son chat with him while Lori stands to one side smirking, but I have
to be honest, he is scrupulously fair in his dealings with us, refusing to
take sides and encouraging us instead to kiss and make up, something I find
extremely easy to do!  It's immensely comforting to have family of their
calibre to fall back on when we need it.  Sophie is still the most
formidable lady I've ever met, I'm just constantly grateful she's on our
side, because I really can't contemplate the sheer awfulness of having her
as an adversary!
   Lori and Sophie have a business together, organising weddings and
country-house events, and they've browbeaten, terrorized, cajoled, and
emotionally blackmailed poor Jimmy into working with them, or for them, I'm
not sure which; I do know that Sophie scares him pale; this from a man who
once strangled a Rottweiler attack dog in Sarajevo with one hand, while
simultaneously shooting the shit out of the sniper-nest it was guarding
with a Glock and a single clip of ammo in the other hand.
   They pay him well, though, and so they should, considering the hoops
they make that poor man jump through!  At least he has Rosie and the baby
to make up for being continuously terrorized by Aunt Sophie, and of course
the fact Sophie absolutely dotes on baby Gemma and Rosie goes a long way
toward keeping him sweet, plus he also adores Lori, and would walk through
fire for her; Richard was right; Ladies Who Organise are the best sort to
have around.
   Jimmy also runs a very successful holiday cottage business, having
renovated all the cottages on the Denham Hall grounds, although he stays
scrupulously far away from the hall itself; memories of what we saw there
ensure he gives the place a wide berth.
   My cousins Hugo and Richard are both godfathers to Charlie; he's the
apple of their eye, they even installed super hi-tech child-seats in their
Aston-Martin's so they can take him joy-riding, which gave Lori some
serious concerns, but a stern word from Aunt Sophie seems to have curbed
their urge to see how thrilled they can make him!  Both of them have
already staked claims on Sophie, when she eventually chooses to make her
grand entrance, so our children will be growing up surrounded by family who
dote on them and adore Lori.
   All that money in those trust funds is staying there -- perhaps one day
Charlie and Sophie and any other brothers and sisters, or other family will
need it; I don't, I'm perfectly content to live here, like this, with my
family around me; if Charlie taught me anything growing-up, it was that
hard work and the fruits of your own labour are the best reward of all; I
didn't earn that money, it was set aside to ease my life, but my life is
perfect just the way it is, so maybe the kids will think of something
worthwhile to do with it when they grow up.
   Lori and I have agreed on one thing though; they're not finding out
about it until they're legally adults; Lori doesn't want them growing up as
trust-fund brats, so they'll have to have a plan for their lives before
they get anything from those funds.  That's that pragmatic mid-Western
work-ethic showing through, something Charlie and mother would have been
proud of.
   Denham Hall is still in a state of near collapse; Lori's concerned that
the family stuff in there will get damaged or lost, and is having the place
stripped and everything put in storage; it's taking time, though, because
there's such a lot of stuff in that huge, sprawling gothic madhouse, and
nobody will work there after dark, I wonder why...?
   I never wanted that scary place, and the thought of living there after
what happened still fills me with an overwhelming urge to be somewhere else
entirely.  We offered the paintings to the National Portrait Gallery, but
they took one look at my villainous ancestors, shuddered, and politely
declined.
   We loaned the cars to the National Motor Museum, except for my
great-grandfather's Bentley; we gave that to Uncle Richard, as it's his
grandfather's car, and as he is the oldest son of my grandfather, it felt
right that he should have it; I think father would have liked that it went
to his brother and boyhood best friend.
   My father's and Charlie's motorcycles stayed with us, though; there are
some things I will never let go of.
   Maybe the kids will do something about that ugly place in the fullness
of time; I won't.  English Heritage and The National Trust have both hinted
that, as the place has no architectural, historic or aesthetic
significance, public funds really wouldn't stretch to shoring up that
hideous relic, and as the number of potential buyers could be counted on
the fingers of one foot, they'd look the other way if we 'accidently'
demolished that hideous eyesore, hmmm...
   In the meantime, neither Lori or I have any urge to build another
monument to bad taste like that place; our ego's will never be that
bloated, and with Lori's good, straight-shooting Iowa morality and
common-sense to guide them, I don't think our kids will either.
   Richard and Hugo did attempt to cook up a "Business Trip" to Des Moines,
and they asked Lori for the numbers of some of her friends; at first she
was outraged; she wasn't pimping-out her school friends for those two,
family or not; Richard and Hugo were silently awestruck as Mount Lori
erupted, but after she'd calmed down, they apologised and asked her
properly to introduce them to some nice girls of her acquaintance, as they
wanted to meet real girls, with real values, just like her, etc, etc.  I
learned a lesson that day in the fine and delicate art of buttering-up from
two masters of the art, remind me to shake their hands, once they wash all
the soft soap off...
   As it happens, some of Lori's friends from Des Moines were invited to
the wedding, and Richard and Hugo's jaws hit the floor with a clang when
they saw two of those girls in particular.  They may not have looked like
Lori, but they came from the same kind of background, they had the same
accent, attitudes and outlook as my Lori, and my two playboy cousins fell
like a piano down a mountainside.
   Aunt Sophie is of course busily gleefully planning the weddings.  Good
old Richard and Hugo; at last, two pairs of green eyes tempted them
head-first into the noose their mother's been dangling in front of them for
years, but you know what?  I don't think they care...
   My life with Lori is loving and rewarding, and we have immense fun as a
family, so perhaps keeping it in the family really was my best move, ever!
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