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Ch. 4 A Family Complete

   Daddy poked his head in my door and said, "Hey, Jessaroo, Ken
will be here in a few minutes.  Are you ready for brunch and trip
planning?"

   I looked at his face, trying to see if he was nervous for our meeting.
No sign.  "Oh course I'm ready, daddy, I'm a McLeod.  We don't DO late, you
know," I sassed.  He cracked up and came in, leaned down to my bed and gave
me a sweet, long kiss that made my body immediately heat up.  "Oooh, daddy,
that's not fair!  Gawd, how much time do we have?"

   "HA!  Ken will be here in five minutes, Sister.  Not enough time!  I'm
sorry, henceforth, I shall restrict my kisses to chaste pecks so as to not
overheat your raging hormones."

   I held his neck so he couldn't move and slid my hand to his trousers and
felt his most-definitely stiffened phallus.

   "Ahem," I said victoriously.

   He broke my hold, stood, and said, with another guffaw, "Jesus, it's
hard to get anything over on a McLeod!  Five minutes, girl!"

   He whistled as he left, a very poor rendition of "When Irish Eyes are
Smiling."

   I lay back on my bed, stretched, and thought a minute about our brunch.
I wondered how long it would take them to come out.  I knew they had to
because they would NOT take me on a vacation with the large white elephant
in the living room.  I imagined they were nervous, and I couldn't wait to
let them know that I had long since figured out that the nature of their
friendship was much more intimate than they had yet shared with me. 
Sheesh. Like I'm clueless or something!

   I changed from gym shorts and t-shirt to my favorite perfect blue summer
dress.  We were dining on the veranda and it caught the morning sun.  I did
feel a little shy because I didn't know just how much they would end up
sharing with me.  If it were up to me, I'd make us a trio.  Over the past
couple of years, daddy had made a deliberate effort to have Ken and I have
a lot of time together.  I loved him already for a lot of reasons, and I
could easily see myself as his lover, too.  But, I couldn't guess how
either of them would feel about that.  I started feeling awfully nervous.

   I put on some strappy-heeled sandals and brushed my hair out, leaving it
down.  I stuck a scrunchy on my wrist in case my long black hair made me
too hot in the sun and climbed one floor down to the veranda.

   Ken and daddy sat at the table and rose to greet me.  I kissed daddy
full on the mouth and gave Ken a hug.  He looked in my eyes for a minute
and leaned down to kiss me.  I wasn't sure what would happen and I could
sense his ambivalence.  He is so handsome, so tall and strong and rugged,
kind of a taller, bulkier version of my dad, with a face out of a hunting
magazine whereas daddy's face is pure GQ.  I found Ken so attractive, I
just kind of melted in his arms and I heard daddy moan a little.  Ken
kissed me, sweetly, softly, slowly.  And then daddy stepped in close and
whispered, "Jesse, does this feel good?"

   I breathed out a sigh, "Oh yes, daddy...." Ken kissed me again and
daddy's arms went around each of us.  I pulled away briefly, looked at each
of them.  I could see the hunger in their eyes.  I said, "Please, don't be
afraid of me.  Kiss each other."

   Ken smiled at my father and said, "See, Quinn, I told you." And then he
kissed my daddy.  Daddy yielded in to Ken in a way that I never knew he
could.  I watched them kissing and could feel and see that my suspicion of
the depth of their love had not even come close to what existed between
them.  "Oh, yes, Ken, love my daddy.  Daddy, that's so good.  I love
watching you both loving each other.  I always knew...."

   We stood together, each of us with tears in our eyes.  I looked at each
of them and said, "But, I need to know.  Do you want me, too?"

   Hands and lips and faces and tongues and tears, touches and murmurings,
hearts soaring, bodies moving from happy to hungry.  Both of them babbling,
even Ken, usually so quiet, "Oh, gawd, Jess, so much, we just didn't know,
we weren't sure..."

   I had one arm over each of their necks, on my tip-toes.  I looked at
both of them in turn and said, "Since the day you came home from your duck
hunting trip, I knew.  I thought that you must be scared about being gay
since I don't think that either of you ever was before.  I figured you'd
tell me sometime, but I did worry that you would want to go off to be
together alone.  I'm so glad that you don't."

   My dad took my face in his hands and said, "My dearest daughter, I would
NEVER exclude you, and neither would Ken.  EVER.  Do you promise to always
believe that?"

   I cried and he held me, and Ken wrapped his arms around us both.  I felt
his love, and felt his fierce protectiveness.  I understood in that moment
that a trio of lovers we would be.  We felt - perfect together.

   "Yes, daddy, I promise.  And, I will be the best lover -- and daughter -
I can be.  For both of you."

   Ken held me close then and put my head on his chest, whispering, "Jesse
Margaret, if you will have me as your father's lover and your own, you
would make me more happy than any human has any business being.  I fell in
love with you before I ever met you, and my love for you has only grown as
I've gotten to know you.  Thank you.  I just can't believe...."

   I lifted my head and kissed him again, this time with no hesitance.  I
wanted more, to touch that coiled power, and to feel his body.  Both of
them, together.

   "Geezus, you two together, you're gorgeous," daddy said quietly, his
voice ragged.

   I moaned and daddy said, "Uh, let me pull out the bed..."

   The veranda was daddy's favorite place to indulge in good weather, and
the morning was glorious.  The couch is really a king-sized bed that daddy
and mom had some giant bolsters made so that it looks like a huge couch. 
We used to sleep outside in summer nights, I just didn't know that they
also liked to spend "adult time" on the veranda when I was at school.

   I moved away from Ken and went to the bed and repositioned some pillows
and slipped out of my dress and my sandals.  "Daddy, Ken, I've never seen
two men together.  Will you please show me how you love one another?"

   The sun kissed my skin and I felt incredibly sexy and sensual and
excited.  Ken went to my dad and began unbuttoning daddy's button-down
shirt, and taking it out of his shorts.  Daddy looked at his lover and
bowed his head as though he got shy.  He put his hands on top of Ken's.  It
was such a sweet exchange, I felt as though I was intruding on their
intimacy.

   "Wow, you guys REALLY are in love, aren't you?  Ken, thank you.  I
didn't think my dad would ever find - I mean, there's me, but ..." My voice
trailed off, as I got all stuck and caught.

   Ken looked at me and said quietly, "Jess, your desire for both of us is
the GREATEST gift either and both of us could EVER receive.  This is
incredible for ALL of us."

   Daddy had tears going down his face still, and so did I.  Ken shucked
daddy's shorts and he stood in the sun, his glorious buff, lightly tanned
body hard and gorgeous.  His cock was straining, the head purple.  I was so
anxious to see Ken naked.

   As though he read my mind, my dad pulled Ken's black muscle shirt over
his head and tossed it aside, then in what seemed like no time, relieved
him of his 501s.  Ken's short skin-tight boxers outlined a phallus that
made my eyes bug out.  It was HUGE!  Daddy turned Ken to face me and went
behind him, reading his arms around.  He teased Ken's nipples, slowly,
maddeningly, making Ken's breath get ragged.  He slowly worked his hands
down Ken's washboard belly, teasing as he went.  He slipped his hands
inside the shorts and fondled Ken.

   "Daddy!  Hurry up!!!" I hissed.  I couldn't see my father's head over
Ken's shoulder, but I knew he was smiling.  Ken is an inch taller and a
couple inches broader in the shoulders than my dad.  They each have amazing
thighs and round hard butts.  Daddy must have been teasing Ken's butt,
because Ken bent forward suddenly.  Daddy was teasing both of us.  I sat
back determined to be patient and enjoy the show.

   Ken moaned softly and daddy finally shucked off his shorts.  Ken's
manhood bounced out and was easily ten inches long at full attention.  It
looked to be more than six inches around.  I had no idea if I would be able
to accommodate him at all, but I sure planned to try!

   Daddy stood behind him again and held Ken's cock and balls, bending his
knees into Ken's so that they were both rocking with one another.  Ken
growled as my father bit his neck, and in one fluid motion, swung my father
around in front of him.  There, the two naked men began to kiss and grope
and fondle each other.  Ken ran his hands through my father's curls and
held him, pulling his hair, which daddy loves.  Then, he kissed and bit all
the way down my dad's neck to his chest, where his tongue and mouth made
daddy nearly fall over on the bed.

   They were well matched, hunger for hunger, desire for desire, passion
for passion.  Ken's black eyes bored into my father's soul, and daddy
opened himself for Ken in a way I knew he hadn't ever done.

   "Please, join me?" I said quietly.  They softly crawled onto the bed, on
either side of me, making a triangle of our bodies.  "Mmm, that feels
wonderful, but not me yet.  I want to watch you two some more."

   They looked at one another and Ken kissed my father, and daddy again put
his hands on Ken's hands.  Those hands, both huge, Ken's fingers as thick
as tree stumps, it seemed, roughed by tossing kegs and boxing and working
with them, and daddy's not much less rough, from his woodworking and
boxing, but together, they looked gentle and sweet.  Ken kissed his way
down daddy's belly and then, just as my father moaned thinking Ken was
going to suck him, Ken flipped my father over as though he were a toy. 
Daddy began moaning, and reached back and held open his bottom.  Ken pulled
him onto his knees and thrust his face into daddy's butt.

   "Oh, daddy, yes!" I purred, wanting so much to see my father be
pleasured, and to see Ken take him.  I loved this new side of my dad,
seeing him giving over.  It made my woman parts thrum and throb for reasons
I did not understand.

   Ken's cock was veined and standing so erect, it was a giant living thing
that I knew must be satisfied.  Ken looked at me and said, "Jess, grab that
lube for me, baby." From the side table I grabbed the lube and handed it to
him.  Ken leaned in to my father's back and pulled him up against him,
turning his head and kissing him.  He held my father's penis and rubbed it,
softly then faster, bringing him moaning almost to cumming.  He toyed with
daddy and daddy's face flushed, his nipples were erect, and he moaned.  It
was so sexy to see.  He began thrusting into Ken and Ken said, "Beg me,
Quinn.  Tell me what you want..."

   Daddy said, "Damnit, lover, I need you to fuck me, give me that giant
cock, open me, make me your little bitch!"

   When he said that, he stopped and looked at me, worried.  I lay with my
hand between my legs, touching myself and loving every minute.  I smiled at
him and he relaxed.  Quinn bent him over and smacked his bottom, not too
hard.  He began playing his lubed phallus against my daddy's ass, rubbing
all up and down the crack.  Finally, about when I was going to also start
moaning for him to do something, too, his cock head began pushing into my
dad's ass.  Daddy reached his hand out to me as Ken was impaling him.  He
pulled my hand to his mouth and began sucking my fingers.

   "Ooh, daddy, that's good, swallow my fingers and take his cock!"

   Ken pushed slowly, holding daddy's hips, pushing himself inside, still
not all the way in.  Daddy kept sucking my fingers, more, deeper, and I had
to do something more to play with them.  I didn't want to just watch.  I
worked my way underneath my dad and took his cock in my hungry mouth.

   "Oh, yea, Jess, make your papa wild for me!" Ken's voice was lush with
pleasure as he crooned to me.

   "Quinn, lift up and let Jesse all the way under you so that you can
pleasure her, too."

   Daddy quickly complied and in a moment, we each gasped as we began to
pleasure one another.  We have spent a lot of time doing 69, but having Ken
thrusting into daddy made it so hot!  My father's cock went down my throat
and I could SEE Ken's cock in his ass!  I was moaning as I pulled daddy's
balls.  His tongue danced on my clit and his fingers played hard and fast
inside me.  As Ken fucked daddy harder, he pushed daddy's cock down my
throat, all the way.  I breathed when Ken withdrew and as daddy filled my
woman with his fingers and sucked and licked my pearl, I felt him and heard
him getting ready to cum.  I don't think daddy had ever been done by two
people at one time before.  He was moaning so loud into me, I thought he'd
scream across the valley.

   Ken moved faster and faster, his strong thighs punishing daddy's
backside.  Daddy was hollering into my woman, gripping my thighs so hard,
my legs were falling asleep.  His tongue FLEW on me.  I felt the first gush
of his gift jet down my throat.  He took his mouth off me and gasped, "Yes,
gawddamn, give it to me, don't stop!"

   Neither of us did.  His orgasm went on forever, it seemed.  Jet after
jet in my mouth, his balls staying tight and hard as seconds ticked by. 
Ken fucked him fast and shallow, rubbing his prostate wildly.  Finally,
with a last yell, "FUCK!" daddy jerked away from us, twisting onto his back
next to me.  He said, "Both of you, please, come lie on me.  I think that
every pore of me came.  I need to feel you against me, now!"

   He was definitely needing our closeness, my dear daddy.  Ken and I held
him, nuzzling him.  "Daddy, it was so good, tasting you, seeing Ken making
love to you.  Ken, I --- I loved that," I joined my dad in a little babble.
Ken kissed my dad, long, sweet, and intimately.  Then, he kissed me, and I
very much felt the fact that for some reason, neither of us had cum.  As my
father relaxed, I felt him drowsing.  Soon, he would nod off for a little
"happy nap," as he called his post-orgasm nods.

   Ken stayed with me, looking softly into my eyes.  I felt those black
eyes and thought Ken must have some kind of magic, because when those eyes
really captured me, I felt myself wanting to turn myself inside out for
him. I wanted to connect with him so much, I nearly felt guilty for wanting
my dad to sleep.  But, I knew that daddy wanted us to make our way, so I
just stayed connected to Ken's eyes.  And my father fell asleep.  


  
Ch. 4  A Family Complete