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 Title: In Love with Lori Ch.  03
Summary: Fun and Games in Boston, and preparing to go to England.
Keywords: inc,fic
   We caught a cab to the home of Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie, a very
nice brownstone in a gated community.  We gave the security guard our ID,
and he called ahead to alert them that we had arrived, then waved us
through as the gates opened.
   'Uncle' Richard greeted us at the door, shaking my hand and bowing over
Lori's before placing her arm in his and walking us through to the garden,
where his wife, my aunt Sophie was waiting, looking very aristocratic and a
little stern, but not forbidding, not like some of the miserable, ghastly
old bloaters I was related to; even so, definitely not someone to take
liberties with!
   She also looked incredibly like Mother.  Good old dad, he certainly knew
his type!
   Sophie greeted us, and invited us to sit in the garden for a while, as
it was such a lovely evening.  Richard commented on how lovely the roses
smelt, trying to engage me in conversation about gardening.  As I neither
know nor care about gardening, he soon gave up, but Lori listened closely
while he talked about his roses, and found herself being escorted away for
a tour of his prized rosebushes.
   Sophie took the opportunity to talk about us and our plans.
   "Richard was most excited to be asked to give away the bride, you know.
He came home absolutely bursting with pride, as it's the first time he's
ever been asked.  He's really getting into the role, so much so that he's
even been pestering the Head of Protocol at the embassy to dig-up for him
anything on the role and responsibilities, to make sure he gets it exactly
right.  You've made a bit of a rod for your own backs there, I'm afraid!"
she smiled, suddenly looking so much like mother as I had last seen her
that I felt a catch in the back of my throat.
   "But, David, I have to say, I was really most astonished when I saw you
come in; it gave me quite a shock to see you, I could have sworn you were
your dear father, the resemblance is really quite astonishing -- you even
have the same little worry-line between your eyebrows.  David was such a
sweet boy and so very charming.  I knew he was in love with me at
Cambridge, but I only ever liked him as a friend; I only had eyes for
Richard.  He and David were inseparable, they were a terribly bad influence
on me, and a lot of other young ladies, I'm afraid!  I was absolutely
distraught when we heard of his passing, at such an awfully young age, and
now I hear your dear mother has passed away as well, you poor dear.  I
never met her; all I knew was that she was from Devon.  The last time we
saw dear David was at our wedding, Richard was posted to Singapore soon
after, and I'm afraid we've been following the despatch box around the
world ever since.
   Richard and Lori came walking back to the patio then, Lori with her arm
through his, he talking animatedly about his garden, Lori smiling and
chatting with him like old friends.
   "I was just telling David how proud you were to be asked, dear!" said
Sophie.
   "And deeply flattered, as well, this is an extraordinary young lady,
young David," replied Richard, "I am really most deeply honoured to be able
to participate in your nuptials!"
   Lori's eyes were sparkling with unshed tears of happiness, a fact Sophie
noticed.
   "Now you've made this poor girl cry, really, Richard, I do despair of
you sometimes!  Come with me, Loretta, let's go and fix your face!  You two
talk about football, or cars, or dogs, or whatever, we'll be back shortly!"
   Richard looked wryly after them.
   "You do know you've just handed your fiancée over to a Lady Who
Organises, don't you?  Your wedding is now officially out of your hands,
henceforth it's probably best if you just keep low and try and not attract
attention.  Your aunt tends to become very...focussed; if I were you, I
would keep down, keep quiet, and try and stay out of her line of fire!"
   Dinner was at 7p.m., sharp, and it was a very relaxed, happy affair. 
Richard and Sophie were completely smitten with Lori, and couldn't wait to
see us married.
   "It's a little selfish, I confess" smiled Sophie "but I have no
daughters, just two sons who are so busy being bankers they have given no
thought to my need for grandchildren.  All I ever wanted was a daughter, or
failing that, a grand-daughter, so I could sit on the bride's side and weep
when she walked down the aisle; instead I have two hulking sons who are
wedded to their money markets, their Aston-Martins, and a string of
hard-faced Eastern European bottle-blonde gold-diggers whose names I cannot
pronounce, and don't even bother to remember, they change so often.  At
last, my moment to shine has come!"
   She twinkled at me.
   "Dear Loretta has no parents, and as she obviously needs a mother's
assistance at this time, I shall be happy to provide that.  Richard and I
will stand proxy for her dear parents, and I will watch my
daughter-by-proxy walk down the aisle, Richard shall give her away, beaming
for all the world as though he were the proud father and glaring daggers at
you for taking her away from him, and I shall weep proudly, ostentatiously
so, with the very best of them -- it's such a believable fantasy for me,
look at this lovely girl, she even looks like me!"
   I picked up my wine glass, and toasted her.
   "To Aunt Sophie, and all the other Ladies Who Organise!"
   Sophie blushed, and Richard chuckled.
   "Best thing now is to just sit back and enjoy the ride, my dear boy;
your aunt can be very persuasive when she sets her mind to it!"
   No awkward questions were asked about how we had met, and we rather
carefully avoided leaving any openings to allow the questions to be asked.
   I was still chuckling over some of Richard's stories when we got back to
the suite.  Lori stood at the window with me, looking down at the lights of
Boston.  I was in heaven, the warm night breeze ruffling my hair, and my
girl, my sister, my future wife, in my arms, in love with me and ready to
be mine forever.
   Eventually she nuzzled my ear.
   "Do you plan on standing here all night?  If you are, I'm going to bed!"
she whispered, before trailing her fingers across my crotch, letting me
know what she preferred to do.  I took the hint, and pausing only to kiss
her soundly, led her back to our massive bed.  She was wearing a light
summer dress, an exciting black and white print pattern swirling over it,
suiting her complexion perfectly.  I reached around the back and unhooked
the zip, pulling it down as I kissed her, feeling her grin against my lips,
her hands fumbling with the waistband of my linen slacks.
   Her dress fell away, revealing her sensible (for her!) panties, a little
white frilly confection, pretty and sexy, without being too revealing.  She
stepped out of the puddle of her dress, and tugged my shirt over my head,
not bothering with the buttons, then tugged my slacks and shorts down,
fondling and squeezing my already hardened cock as I jiggled and bounced
her firm, panty-covered bum cheeks, cupping and releasing them so I could
enjoy the feel them spring back, in that wonderfully firm way they had.
   "Are you going to take them off, or are you just going to bite through
them?" she enquired.  For answer, I slid my hands down the back of her
panties and squeezed her buttocks, flicking my fingertips over her anus,
letting her know that I hadn't forgotten where it was, and that my
attention would shortly be riveted on it, if that was what she wanted.
   "You are so predictable!" she grinned, wriggling lewdly against me, her
panty-covered crotch rubbing against my cock, making us both shiver, and
reaching out to pump my cock in a meaningful up-down motion that was
definitely getting my attention!
   My lips found hers and she kissed me back, lightly and teasingly, before
suddenly stopping me with a hand on my chest, looking at me with her
luminous violet eyes, concern and a little apprehension in them.
   "What is it, kitten?" I asked, concerned.
   "Do you remember what I said earlier, about babies?" she asked,
haltingly.
   "I do, sweetheart, what about it?"
   "David, I meant it, I love you so much, I want to make a baby with you,
I want to do that so badly!"
   "Is that all?  Kitten, all I want to do is make babies with you, I told
you, I want to get you pregnant, and watch your belly grow, and listen to
our baby grow inside you, and I wanted to do that from the moment we first
made love.  I love you."
   "So if I stay off the pill, it's OK with you, Davey?  Really?
   "When we get home, I'll throw them down the toilet myself!" I grinned at
her, "And now, Miss Keene, we have a baby to make!"
   The conversation about babies had definitely notched-up my personal
horniness level, and all I wanted to do right now was spray her insides
with my own personal recipe.
   She smiled, and resumed pumping my cock, with even more vigour,
clenching and unclenching her small hand, giving a delicious alternating
squeeze and release sensation.
   My hands slid into the waistband of her panties, sliding them off in one
motion (damn, that was sexy!), and clasping her buttocks to separate and
lift them, allowing me to slide my finger inside her anus again, working
the tight hole to make it slippery and elastic enough for what I had in
mind.  Lori backed towards the bed, me keeping step with her so as not to
yank my finger out of her tight little pink bullet hole, to collapse on the
bed, me on top of her, her legs slipping open underneath me.
   "Fuck me, Davey, fill me up, please!" she whispered, a request I was
only too happy to comply with.  I slipped my finger from her anus, rose up
on my forearms, and then thrust forward, meeting and entering her moist
pussy, the slippery flesh flowering open to accept me.  Lori threw her head
back, and raised her pelvis up to meet my thrusts, as her hand crept round
to slide a finger into her tight hole, slipping it in and out in time to
our mutual thrusting.  Her climax hit quickly, this time, and I was already
so worked-up by the idea of making a child inside this beautiful girl, that
as her vagina began to convulse, my self-control dissipated, and I came
with a loud, wordless groan, pumping semen into her in hot jets, spraying
her insides the way I'd wanted to do.  Lori bucked and whined in unison
with me, silent but no less intense, as her orgasm built, pulsed through
her, and died away
   Our mutual orgasm had left me winded, but still rock-hard, and as I
withdrew Lori relaxed her vaginal muscles, allowing my still-hard cock to
fully withdraw as she clasped my head between her hands, saying, "Thank
you", before rolling onto her belly, her rump in the air.  She knew what I
wanted!
   I slipped between her legs, raising her spectacular backside to improve
my aim, and rubbed some of the sperm that had trickled out of her to
lubricate her taut little anus; right now, my cock felt like a lead bar,
hard and heavy, and it was going to take some strenuous fucking to put out
the fire she had lit in me!
   Lori grinned over her shoulder at me, and reached back to pull her
beautiful cheeks apart, offering herself to me.
   "Come on Davey, what are you waiting for?  Do it, shove that thing in my
ass!  Fuck my ass Davey, that's an order!" she grinned
   I slid forward, and pushed my hands under her ribcage, once again
holding and squeezing those superb breasts, before inching forward to
slowly slide my engorged cock into her tight sphincter, pushing steadily
until I was completely engulfed in her velvety backside, and then
withdrawing, to surge in again, and out, in, out, a slow, grinding rhythm
that made her gasp and moan.  Orgasms rippled through her over and over
again as I built up to my own orgasm, the muscular contractions of her
sinewy rectum almost unbearably exciting as I rammed my distended cock in
and out.  At last, I could take the barrage of sensation no longer, and I
came like a freight train, spunk surging out of my cock into her rectum
like a jet off a carrier, the sensations in her anal tube causing her to
buck and whimper as orgasm ripped and flared through her again, until at
last I stopped spurting, the contractions in her backside slowed and died
down, and my cock began to deflate, my hunger for her sated, at least for
now, anyway...
   We lay together afterwards, semen oozing from my cock, from Lori's bum
and pussy, both of us too fucked-out out care, not until we had our
strength back, anyway, until at last we dropped off, sated and completely
satisfied.
   I awoke about an hour later feeling refreshed and rested, Lori spooned
tight against me, holding tight to the arm I had draped across her, the
scent of her hair and her own spicy, sweet, musky aroma filling my head,
once again making me think of fairgrounds and Christmas.  I lay there
thinking of the lead-up to this, the irony that someone who'd refused to
speak to or communicate with me in any way for eight long years was now
naked in my bed, engaged to me, and trying to make a baby with me.
   Musing on the irony of life, I went back to holding my darling girl, and
her deep and steady breathing soon lulled me back to sleep.
   I awoke to the smell of coffee, and the sight of Lori stretched out next
to me, her china-white flanks barely covered by one of my shirts, lying on
her side with her head resting on her hand, holding a cup of coffee and
looking at me with her vivid violet eyes.
   "Good morning, Princess," I mumbled, coming awake by degrees, and
drinking in the sight of this dazzler of a girl who had, for some unknown
reason, fallen in love with me, and who was destined to be my wife.  The
shirt she was wearing was open down the front, with only the last two
buttons done up, letting her sexy pink nipples flash in and out of view,
while covering her more private parts.  With the shirt tail just covering
her sexy rump, and her long legs stretched out luxuriantly, she looked
cute, wholesome, and incredibly sexy.
   "Good morning Darling Boy!" she returned with a beautiful white smile,
before sitting up to sit cross-legged on the bed regarding me gravely over
the top of her coffee-cup.
   "This is the day, Davey," she noted, "We get my visa today, that makes
it sort of official.  Are you still sure about me, and what it means to you
to take me on?"
   I sat up to face her, stroking her cheek, before letting my hand drop,
to hold her knees with both hands and slide her closer to me.
   "Never surer, Darling Girl," I stated, before pulling her in for a very
satisfying 'Good Morning' kiss.  Mmmm.  Arabica.  Delicious.
   "I told you last night, all I want is you, for always, you are the one I
want, and I mean to keep you now that I've found you!"
   "You do say the nicest things, Darling Boy," she grinned, "I think I
need to thank you properly!"
   I held up a hand to forestall her.
   "Hold that thought, darling, I need to brush my teeth and have a shower;
after what we were doing last night, I definitely need one, oh dear God,
yes!"
   Lori looked at me with a look of lofty disdain.
   "I had a shower ages ago, I've been up since the crack of dawn, enjoying
the Massachusetts morning sun, while you've been snoring like a hog in a
woodshed."
   She looked so adorable, so breathtakingly sexy, with her open shirt and
long folded legs, her thick mass of loose jet-black ringlets as she said
that, with her glorious eyes fixed on me, that I hurriedly revised my plan
to have a long steamy shower, and decided instead to basically run in, soap
up, and run out again, shaving and brushing my teeth at the same time.
   15 minutes later, clean, refreshed, freshly sanded-off and no longer
smelling like road-kill, I pulled on a bathrobe and wandered in to see my
girl, make sure she was still on the boil, and to check on whether there
was any breakfast.  Lori had called up for a Continental breakfast, one of
my pet hates.  How can a man face the world on a coffee and a brioche roll?
The only possible use for a brioche is to slather it in butter and jam,
then see how far you can throw the bloody thing and make it stick; the
French have a lot to answer for.  Later, when she wasn't looking, I'd order
a BLT, or maybe a turkey salad on Jewish rye, with crispy bacon and honey
mayo, proper man-food!  For now, I settled for a black coffee, extra sugar,
I had a feeling I was going to need my strength.
   Coffee done, I contemplated Lori, a very pleasurable task.  She had
remained on the bed, stretched out again, chatting with me while I had my
coffee, looking almost unbearably sexy, and deliciously edible, and I could
feel my interest starting to show.  She could see my arousal, and stared at
me, a hint of challenge in her dancing eyes, so I accepted, stepping out of
my robe and sliding onto the bed, next to her.
   "So, little girl, what have got on under that shirt?" I asked her.
   "What, under here?" she exclaimed in feigned surprise, "Can't you tell?
Either I'm not the girl I thought I was, or you need to go back to medical
school!  Perhaps you should examine me, Doctor Man!"
   "I am, as always, at your command, Milady," I grinned at her, sliding my
hand inside the open shirt to cup her fabulous breast, gently rubbing a
nipple with my thumb while watching her face.
   "Well, well, look what I found!" I smiled at her, trailing my fingers
across her nipples, sending a thrill through her and making her nipples
dance around captivatingly
   "Umm, that feels nice, keep doing that, Davey, don't stop."
   I had no intention of stopping, so I continued, edging closer to pull
her shirt open further, and ducking my head down to lick small circles
around her other nipple.
   "That feels even better, Davey, you've done this before, haven't you?"
she smiled, her beautiful eyes brightening as I increased the pressure on
her nipples, gently flicking and squeezing one and lapping and sucking at
the other.  Lori sighed and laid back, forcing me to move right up next to
her, and lean over to continue petting her sexy pink bubbies.  Her hand
slid down her flat midriff, and into the buttoned-up portion of the shirt,
to tease and rub around her hooded clitoris.  She smiled dreamily at me,
and pulled my head up with her other hand to plant a 50 kilowatt kiss on my
lips, before arching her back to remind me what I had been doing before she
distracted me so prettily.
   "Don't stop Darling Boy" she murmured, delving further into the recesses
of her shirt, her hand moving under the shirt as she rubbed and teased
herself more vigorously, her arousal becoming more apparent as a pink flush
spread down from her throat and across her breasts.
   I was also becoming more and more aroused, with my hands on this
delectable creature and her tempting nipples.  There is something so
incredibly erotic about a lovely naked girl wearing a man's shirt, so much
more sexually suggestive than if she were completely naked.
   By now, Lori was writhing around gently on the bed, her breathing
deepening as her arousal level climbed, and her free hand drifted to the
back of my head, gently but firmly pressing my mouth against the nipple I
was so avidly licking, sucking and nibbling.  Her other hand worked at her
juncture of her thighs, still hidden from my view by the buttoned portion
of the shirt, rubbing, gliding and flicking herself, controlling her rising
arousal.  Soft murmurs escaped her as she began to approach her orgasm, and
she began to writhe and murmur in time to the rhythmic movements of her
hand as it rubbed and teased her clitoris.
   The end, when it came, was in a series of waves that rolled through her,
making her whole body quiver and shudder with the intensity of her release,
her head thrown back and her eyes half closed as she rode it out, breath
coming in shallow gasps as her face flushed and her grip on the back of my
head tightened, then relaxed as the waves died away.
   "Thank you, Darling Boy!" she said when her breath and senses returned,
smiling shyly at me.
   "Are you sure you still want to keep me, even after what I told you,
what I planned to do you?"
   I held her face between my hands, looking her directly in those glorious
violet eyes.
   "Baby-Girl, I promise faithfully I will always want you, and whatever
you thought you were doing, it was what I wanted, even if I didn't know it
at the time; all that matters to me is that you and I are together, and
we're always going to be together."
   I dug back into our childhood, to our old promise that was sacred,
impossible to break.
   "I swear on Mummy-Bum!"
   Lori pealed with laughter, remembering the times we had used that when
we were young, usually when she'd broken something, then she would get me
to make the oath not to tell mother that it was her, and I had never broken
it, nor had she; now she fully believed I was sincere when I told her I
loved and wanted her.  And I was.
   "Come here David, you darling, lovely man, I have something for you,"
she whispered.
   I, still so very stimulated by what had just passed, moved in close to
her, holding her close as I pecked her lips, her nose, her adorable chin,
between her eyes, fumbling with the last buttons on her shirt, to slide the
shirt back, bringing her beauties fully into the open, gently sliding one
arm under her so I could encircle her waist with my arms, and slowly moving
my hands down to clasp her lovely bum, pulling her tight against me to
share a long, slow kiss with my gorgeous American sister.
   Eventually, Lori broke off our kiss, to kneel up on the bed, her hand
moving to my crotch to fondle and stroke my burgeoning erection, pumping
and squeezing the engorged flesh to stimulate me further, although the
sight of my darling girl, kneeling next to me in the morning summer sun,
wearing nothing but an open shirt, was playing hob with my libido anyway!
She slid the shirt off, at last fully naked, her lovely breasts dancing
slightly with her movement, stirring me even further
   Now she started slowly sliding her thumb across the tip of my penis,
spreading around the bead of lubricant seeping from me, gently catching the
edge of her thumb in the slit, the delicious sensation causing shivers to
radiate around my groin and causing my sphincter to clench in time to her
movements.
   She motioned for me to join her, so, folding my legs under me, I
knelt-up to meet her, my tongue darting out to lick her lips and lick under
her chin as she smiled and tilted her head up.  I reached for her breasts,
but she shook her head, smiling.  "This is for you, Doctor Man", before
dipping her head down, to slide her lips over the shiny purple
mushroom-head of my straining glans.
   My breathing deepened and slowed as the sensations from my cock mounted
up my spine, and my hands moved to her slowly bobbing head as she licked
and curled her tongue around the head of my penis, sucking and teasing,
sliding her tongue inside the slit in the glans, gradually increasing the
suction and rubbing as my own arousal increased.  Her hand continued that
slow, pumping, squeezing motion, as her bobbing head slowed, but the
suction increased, her cheeks hollowing with effort, and now, her free hand
moved to cradle and gently, rhythmically, squeeze and release my scrotum,
in time to the rubbing of her tongue over the head of my penis.  My hips
began to tremble and strain as I fought the urge to hold her head still and
ram my cock into her delightfully warm and talented mouth.
   At last I could take no more.  My breathing rate had increased until I
was almost gasping, hitching for breath as I tried to contain myself, to
hold back, to keep this exquisite torture going for as long as possible,
but Lori obviously felt the glans swell in her mouth, preparing to
ejaculate, and, with a final rasp of her tongue across the swollen tip,
pulled her head away, with me following her up to try and keep myself in
her warm, wet mouth.  This was what she wanted, and as she withdrew my cock
from her mouth, she pumped once, twice three times, hard, in quick
succession, and gave my scrotum a firm squeeze, finally tipping me over the
edge.  Spunk boiled out of my cock to spurt across her beautiful mouth and
neck in long splashes, my over-stimulated senses releasing me from all
restraint.  She continued squeezing and pumping my cock, as more semen shot
out and splattered on her fabulous breasts, to run down in slow
oily-looking rivulets and drip in slow-motion tatters from her erect
nipples.
   Finally dried out, I slumped back down on my haunches, hands behind me
on the bed to support me, waiting for my hammering heart to slow, while
Lori smiled sweetly, enigmatically as she picked up her shirt (my shirt!),
wiping the drips of semen from her face and chin, her breasts, and her
thighs and knees, finally wiping the last drops of seminal fluid off the
end of my oozing penis, and giving me a quick wash with her tongue for good
measure!
   Finally catching my breath, I grinned at her.
   "Catholic School?"
   "Sunday School!" she grinned back.
   "Really, though, how the hell did you learn to do that, Baby-Girl?" I
asked her curiously, and not at all pruriently.  I wasn't interested in
hearing past gory details, neither was I concerned in the slightest, that
was in the past, dead and gone, but I was fascinated to know how my darling
girl had learned to do such amazing things to me.
   She looked at me with her lovely eyes sparkling with sly good humour.
   "David Denham, I will say nothing further except to tell you that it's
safe for you to assume that I did not spend my teenage years bandaging
cuddly bunnies in the forest and singing the 'Hi-Ho' song with friendly
dwarves!  Just be thankful I don't do this for a living!"
   I roared with laughter.  Her vulgar, rude comment had just made my day,
and I pulled her close to me for a thank you kiss and a quick fondle.  God,
she was wonderful!
   "Later," I began, "when I get my strength back, remind me to monkey-fuck
you, I think you deserve that, you tarty little trollop!"
   While I lay back recovering, something occurred to me, something I'd
meant to ask her earlier, and I braced her about it.
   "Darling Girl, one last question; why, when you have a closet full of
clothes over there, as many bathrobes as you can eat, and a credit card
with no sharp edges, do you keep wearing my shirts before I can get to
them?"
   Lori smiled slowly, guiltily at me.
   "Darling Boy, I wear them because they smell like you.  It's weird, I
know, but I have to keep smelling you!"
   I cocked an eyebrow at her.
   "Baby Girl, they've all been washed, fabric-conditioned, thrashed,
concussed, pressed, folded and shoved in a flight bag, all they smell of is
that 'lavender freshness' they advertise so much on TV; besides, all I ever
smell of is Hibiscrub, Lifebuoy or Head & Shoulders, so how can you
possibly tell what I smell like?"
   She shook her head, bottom lip stuck out stubbornly.
   "You're wrong, Doctor David 'Smarty-Arty' Denham, they all smell exactly
like you.  I could find you in a cellar on a dark night with my eyes
closed, just by your smell.  If I thought I could get away with it, I'd
sleep every night in one of your shirts; the smell of you is driving me
wild!"
   I grinned at her expression.
   "Please don't do that Baby Girl, they're from Asser and Turnbull in
Mayfair, if only you knew who I had to sleep with to get them. 
Unbelievably hot as you undoubtedly look dressed in my shirts, I still have
fuck-all clothes here, and I'm rapidly running out of clean shirts, so
please, pick one to sleep in, just let me have some of my clothes to
myself!"
   Something I had once read in a medical journal surfaced; something about
women and enhanced olfactory stimulus and response under certain
conditions, and I thought 'Oh-Ho, verrry interesting, could it be? 
Already?'
   Lori pouted even harder, looking even more adorable.
   "Davey, I love sleeping in your shirts, I love smelling you all night
long, I love being wrapped in your smell, so, no, I'm going to keep wearing
them, all of them, so get used to it!  If you want more shirts, let's go
buy some with that unlimited credit card of yours, but I warn you, I'm
gonna wear them as well!"
   Grinning to myself, hope and expectation flaring in me, I gave in.  How
do you argue with the most beautiful girl in the world?
   After a shower together, where, by mutual consent we kept our hands to
ourselves, we got dressed and once more made our way into town, to collect
Lori's passport, do some shopping, and generally mooch around, seeing what
diversions Boston had to offer.
   When we arrived back at the Consulate, we were ushered into Richard's
office, where, to Lori's surprise and delight, Aunt Sophie was sitting with
him, drinking a cup of tea and looking cool, elegant, and stylish.
   Richard shook my hand, roguishly giving and accepting a hug and kiss
from Lori, and Aunt Sophie also stood, to graciously give me her hand and a
small peck on the cheek, a murmured "David, darling", and a full hug for
her new 'daughter'.
   "Business first old son" said Richard.  "I have here the letter and
Loretta's passport, and a few caveats, as is normal under these
circumstances.  Upon entering the UK, if not before, Loretta has undertaken
to marry you, in any legally recognised and constituted form, within 3
months, or the visa will be revoked and she must return home.  She will be
allowed to work, as I have stated in my letter, under the usual constraints
applied to a United States citizen residing in Great Britain, until such
time as the marriage has been solemnised and registered, at which time all
such constraints shall dissipate.  Furthermore, should you be blessed with
children before the statutory residence period required to qualify for
citizenship has been reached, said children will be citizens of the United
Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, her Colonies and Overseas
Dependant Territories, as well as automatically acquiring full citizenship
and rights of residence in all member states of the European Union.  I have
asked that a confirmation letter be issued by the Home Office in London,
and copied to the UK Borders Agency, so there should be no difficulties
when you arrive.  Do you understand the obligations and requirements you
have undertaken to comply with as the conditions for accepting this visa
for the purpose of entering the United Kingdom in order to contract lawful
marriage and abide in that estate?"
   Lori nodded silently, eyes wide.
   "Then, Miss Loretta Louise Cavenham Keene, Dearest Lori, may I be the
first to congratulate you and welcome you to the United Kingdom, in the
name of Her Britannic Majesty, Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God,
Queen of Great Britain, Her Dominions and Dependent Territories, and Head
of the Commonwealth of Nations."
   (I was aware that this, the whole speech etcetera, wasn't the usual
protocol, or rather it was, but never used, because it was boring and dull,
but Richard was making a production of it for Lori, hoping, I suppose, to
impress her with the nature and history of the country she was hopefully
going to make her home.  I was less than impressed, but then I'm blasé
about Britain's history because I'm from there, and I know what they used
to get up to; I'll elaborate no further, except to say that Britain's
history isn't all about great monarchs ruling in imperial splendour...)
   Lori sat wide eyed, her eyes glittering like violet diamonds, absolutely
still, as the formal speech rolled on, until Uncle Richard stepped around
his desk, offered her his arm, and handed her passport to her as he raised
her up.
   She still said nothing, just looked at him, until I nudged her,
whereupon she once again hugged him, whispering "Thank you, you wonderful
man!" Her eyes brimmed over, and I scrabbled for a handkerchief, feeling a
bit wet-eyed and weak-kneed myself; it was finally real; my girl was coming
home with me to marry me!
   Aunt Sophie hugged Lori again, saying "Come with me dear, let's fix your
makeup, the boys are taking us to lunch, aren't they?" with a meaningful
look over her shoulder.
   Ladies Who Organise, never, ever cross them or get in their way!
   I could only grin and nod foolishly, anticipation tingling in my whole
mid-section.  I didn't want to go to lunch; I wanted to pin my girl to a
bed and nail her backside to it with my cock!
   Richard looked at me in twinkle-eyed amusement.
   "I know that look, y'know, you looked just exactly like your father for
a second there.  Calm down, old son, you have all the time in the world!"
   The ladies came back, and we headed out for lunch at a charming little
French bistro Richard knew.  When we'd finished, Sophie announced she was
taking Lori shopping, politely telling me to get lost; they had
girl-shopping to do, and I'd be in the way.  I asked Lori to get me some
cotton or linen shirts, no man-made fabric, and left them to it while I
strolled with Richard back to the consulate, chatting about life and
family, and then went shopping for a present for my girl.
   3 hours later, I wandered back to the consulate, as agreed, to be met by
Lori, Sophie, and another heap of bags, boxes, and packages.
   Lori showed me the shirts and underwear she had bought me, and I gave
her the present I had bought her, an antique blue-tinged diamond pendant.
   "It goes with your eyes, Kitten!" I told her, while Sophie looked on
approvingly, "and it's also for your wedding day; you know, 'something old,
something new, something borrowed, something blue'."
   I hadn't forgotten Sophie, though.  For her I had bought an exquisite
Art-Deco diamond, emerald and polished jet tiger brooch, the most
sophisticated jewel I could find for such an elegant lady.  Sophie gasped,
her eyes bright, before hugging me, saying "You are so much like your poor,
dear father!  Thank you, David."
   For Richard, I had found a vintage Glashutte chronometer watch, which I
asked Sophie to give him with love from Lori and me.  The ladies had
already been plotting and planning the wedding in England, so, knowing we
would see them again soon enough, we took our leave, bundled all Lori's
purchases into a taxi, and headed back to the hotel.
   Once inside our suite, I tried to at least look at the stuff she had
bought for me, but Lori had other ideas.
   "So, moneybags, again you buy me diamonds, what gives?" she purred
seductively.
   "Well known aphrodisiac, Darling Girl, is it working?" I asked
innocently.
   For answer, she closed in, one hand on my belt while the other began
squeezing and rubbing the bulge in my trousers, her lips drawing closer to
mine.
   "Now that we're almost married, I feel like taking advantage of you,
Darling Boy, any objections?"
   With my hands busily groping and kneading her wonderful bum cheeks,
lifting and separating them, marvelling at the heft and firm springiness,
the perfect globes fitting my hands so well, the pneumatic quality of them
a wonder and a tremendous turn-on, I was in no shape to answer her; my
throat had actually locked with my need for her!
   I shook my head, while I still had coherent thought left, busily sliding
down her panties and pushing my hands up her back under her dress, hoping
to get high enough to unhook her shoulder straps from the inside and yank
her dress off.
   Lori left off groping me for a second, slipping off her dress straps,
and I took hold of the material, sliding the dress down her marvellous body
and onto the floor, with me ogling her soft curves and firm clear skin,
before once again starting my explorations, rubbing, squeezing, touching,
stroking, kissing and nibbling; I was like a starving man at a gourmet
banquet; with so many treats, where do you begin?
   Her hand on my cock was becoming more urgent as I teased and stroked
her, a flush slowly spreading as her arousal grew, and my cock felt like an
iron bar, the tightness in my groin almost unbearable.
   Lori broke away from me to yank my shirt over my head, finally managing
to get my trousers undone, and tugged them down, along with my shorts, for
me to step out of them.  Meanwhile, I had levered off my loafers, to stand
in front of her, as naked as she was, my penis engorged and arching out,
the head fully emerged, purple and glossy, the skin stretched tight.
   Lori took hold of my naked cock, slowly pumping it, her bottom lip
between her teeth, a sure sign she had something planned.  Turning away
from me, she once again backed her beautiful bum against my cock, trapping
it in her bum-cleft, while I reached around her to clasp her marvellous
breasts, squeezing her nipples between my fingers, rubbing and rolling the
rubbery nubs as she reached behind me to link her fingers behind my neck.
   That done, she began that wonderful up...down...up...down motion I found
so irresistible, clenching her firm muscular buttocks around my cock as she
slid up and down.
   Lori knew I adored this, as I got to play with her breasts, kiss and
lick her neck, and she could feel my hardness on her as she masturbated me.
   One of my hands moved away from pinching her nipple, and Lori murmured
in protest, so I moved my arm across both breasts, and Lori started rubbing
both her nipples from side to side on my forearm, stimulating herself.
   My free hand slid down her body, to caress her moist pussy, her clitoris
already engorged and hard, standing proud of its sheath, and I gently
rubbed and twirled it, knowing this was what she liked.  Her breathing
quickened in response, and she began to mutter "yes...yes...do
that...yes..." as I slowly, gently frigged her.
   I started sliding my finger, then two fingers into her tight, moist
vagina, the succulent flesh lubricated by the juices running freely from
her now, and her clitoris was slick with her juices, hard and oily, a sure
sign she was almost there.  I continued to rub and slide into her, Lori
murmuring constantly now as I increased the pressure and speed, and her
breathing escalated, coming in short gasping bursts, her orgasm almost upon
her.
   When she came, it was with a loud groan, trembling against me as the
waves of pleasure pulsed through her, her pussy clamping and releasing
convulsively on my probing fingers, a deep flush spreading up across her
upper torso, her neck, and her face, making her lips, innocent of lipstick,
swell and darken to an almost wine red, beads of perspiration bursting out
on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and the back of her adorable neck,
smelling absolutely heavenly, like spicy candy, tasting tangy and sharp,
making me even harder.
   She sagged, and I eased her to the carpet, following her down, to kneel
behind her as she shook in reaction, her orgasm trailing away.  Eventually
she recovered enough to look over her shoulder at me, a little disoriented,
but smiling and contented.
   "Hello Darling Boy!" she whispered, "That was nice, go to the top of the
class!  And now I have something for you!"
   With that, she straightened out from where she leaned on me, on to her
hands and knees, arching her back to make her magnificent arse tilt
upwards, her open labia and vulva clearly visible as she presented to me.
   "Davey, I want you to double-fuck me, OK?" she grinned, "You said you
were going to monkey-fuck me, now's your chance, Stud-Boy!"
   Shaking with lust, once again in the throes of adrenaline-assault, I
knelt-up straight behind her, my cock pointing at her labia, my target, and
stretched forward, holding her hips to bring her to me.  I was going to
slip it in slowly when I remembered; 'monkey-fuck, eh?'
   I grabbed hold of her sculpted rump, and slid my cock home in one swift
plunge, making her yelp with the force of it, leaning over her and locking
my arms around her midriff to support myself as I pumped my cock in and out
of her as hard and fast as I could, more yelps, sighs, and liquid moans as
I pumped and hammered, until;
   "Now Davey, do it now, do it now!" she groaned.
   Happy to oblige, I disengaged from her, took aim and slowly pushed my
cock into her beautiful, tight, sinewy arse.
   "Oh my GOD...OH MY GOD...OOOHHHMYGGOOOODDD!" she groaned as I revelled
in the feel of her tight rectum sucking and squeezing at me, my already
hyper-stimulated cock feeling twice as big as normal as I pumped and
pounded.  She came almost immediately, sobbing out loud, her anus clamping
down on me as her vagina convulsed, dropping from the all-fours position to
rest her face on the carpet, her arms spread wide.  The angle of
penetration was so acute that the constriction tipped me over, both of us
coming together, me almost silently, gasping and sweating as my heart
hammered, my blood pounded, my cock swelling up and exploding in her as it
jammed tight in her tight rectum, shooting my spunk far up inside her
bowels.  Lori orgasmed again with a gasping, whistling scream, digging her
fingers into the carpet for purchase as the waves of pleasure boiled
through her, her tight rectal tube sucking and rippling along the length of
my cock.
   I continued pumping as my cock continued convulsing, the ripples in her
anus dragging the sensation out, extending the pleasure for me, but at
last, the fires began to burn low, and I reluctantly slid my deflating cock
out of her sexy arse, the pink starfish convulsing and winking at me as
adrenaline raced around her system, sperm dribbling out to trickle down her
thighs as I withdrew.
   I dropped to the floor next to her, fucked-out and ready for some rest,
looking longingly at her beautiful face in repose, her eyes closed, and her
breathing slowing back down to normal.  Her eyes fluttered open, and she
smiled at me.
   "Hello, George of the Jungle!  So that's what you call a monkey-fuck, is
it?  Remind me to try this again sometime soon!"
   I could only grin, still too winded to reply.
   Eventually, we had to get up from the carpet, and staggered to the
shower, trying to revitalise but almost trembling with fatigue, so we
climbed into bed for a nap, as we had reservations for dinner, and I didn't
want to fall asleep face-down in the hors d'oeuvres.
   We awoke together, feeling marvellously rested and refreshed, as though
the sweaty sexual interlude two hours earlier hadn't happened, and spent a
very enjoyable few minutes kissing and cuddling, indulging in some
good-natured groping , fondling, tickling and squeezing, before I grew
silent, trying to frame properly what I wanted to say.
   Lori immediately picked up that something was on my mind, and, concern,
and a little apprehension flickering across her face, asked me what was the
problem.
   "Darling Girl, there's something I want to tell you, and I don't quite
know how to start."
   Immediately, dread and imminent loss flickered in her glorious eyes, as
she started telling herself that this was all a fantasy and I was going to
leave her after all, so I rushed to put her mind at ease.
   "Stop that, now!  This is nothing bad; it's about us, and what it means
to us!  I'm not going anywhere, not without you, you minxy little sexpot,
we're in this for the long-haul now!"
   Lori looked relieved, but now puzzlement was darkening her eyes as she
looked at me quizzically.
   "Baby-Girl, you remember you said you can smell me on my freshly washed
and pressed shirts, when all I can smell is laundry detergent and fabric
conditioner?"
   She nodded, looking mystified
   "Well, I remember reading an article in a medical journal that there is
considerable anecdotal evidence that some women can develop extreme
olfactory hypersensitivity, for a variety of medical reasons, but one of
the most common and well recorded causes...is pregnancy."
   She looked at me blankly for a second, then looked at me closely,
looking for the rejection she feared, to turn away, tears starting in her
beautiful, incredible, startling eyes.
   "Oh Davey, I know what I said and did before, but I don't want to trap
you into anything, I promise you, I just......" she trailed off, probably
because I was grinning like a pumpkin, then pulling her close to kiss her
nose, her eyes, licking her tears away, licking her lips, and finally a
long, satisfying, sloppy kiss.
   Lori pulled away to look into my eyes, her wondrous eyes darker, more
violet than blue, as she collected her thoughts.
   "Does this change things, Davey?  Between us, I mean."
   "In what way, Angel-May?" I retorted, "We want babies, lots of babies,
maybe we caught one already, what could possibly be wrong in that?"
   I was still grinning like an idiot, the prospect of having the family I
wanted, with the girl I loved, was hiking-up my libido several notches and
it showed.
   "You say the nicest things, Darling Boy!" she purred, not slow to note
my arousal, and stroking me as she stroked herself.
   "We have a couple of hours before dinner, Davey, you want to fool around
a little?" she asked, looking most especially appealing.  Her skin was
glowing with health; her eyes were bright and shading to violet, indicating
to me that she was truly in the mood to play; her hair smelled of fresh
peaches and girl, and her scent, that spicy, cotton-candy aroma of hers,
was driving me to distraction.
   I slid down to find her lips, kissing and probing with my tongue, while
my hands explored her body, touching, caressing, pinching lightly and
twirling.  Lori in turn was being no less tactile, rubbing and squeezing my
genitals, scraping her thumb across the tip of my penis, and generally
keying me up, without trying to tip me over the edge.
   By now, she was lying down next to me, and so I moved to kneel between
her thighs, sliding her down the bed until she was lying flat.  She guessed
what I wanted, and stretched out luxuriantly, lifting her pelvis as I
slipped my hands under her buttocks, pulling her even closer to me, as I
stretched out and began exploring her swelling labia with my tongue,
stabbing and lapping, probing the slick, succulent flesh, the taste of her
mingling inextricably with her own scent, at once sweet, salty, tangy and
spicy.  I continued probing and licking, and she began to murmur in
appreciation, small tremors running through her as I lapped against her
clitoris, the bud starting to emerge from its hood and harden as she became
more and more aroused.
   I was becoming inflamed by the smell of her, the taste of her, the
nearness of her, and the pheromones she was releasing were beginning to
again play trills and arpeggio's on my limbic system, where the most
primitive and basic urges live.  I had to have more of her!  I snarled
wordlessly and pulled her even closer, getting back to my knees to pull her
up against my mouth, her head and neck resting on the bed, the rest of her
body pulled in close to me, her shoulders almost lying on my thighs.  I
clamped my arm tightly around her midsection, holding her in to me, with
her pussy pulled up high against my mouth, where I could lap and suck, and
tease, and taste her delicious juices.
   Lori pushed herself even closer in to me, her legs now so bent over her
feet were almost touching the bed behind her, and her anus presented
perfectly for my exploring tongue.
   With quick, flicking movements of my tongue, barely caressing the pink
flesh of her anal entrance, I let her know what my intentions were.
   "You...  dirty....dirty, fucker" she gritted, "yes...do it now, now,
harder...yes...fuck!  harder!" lifting her legs and resting the backs of
her thighs on my shoulders so she was almost upside down, her back to me,
squirming her shoulders so she could hold me to stop herself slipping back
down
   I obliged, pulling her up until her buttocks were almost in my face, her
anus right under my nose, and bored in with my tongue, as deep as I could
reach, rasping and lapping at all of her anal tube that I could reach.  At
the same time, I reached around her thigh to stroke and rub her clitoris,
sliding my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, while the palm of my
hand, lubricated with her free-flowing juices, rubbed inexorably back and
forth over her clitoris.
   There could be only one outcome.
   When her orgasm came, I could feel her muscles thrumming like
high-tension power cables, the tendons in legs taut, and her blood drumming
in my ears as her thighs clamped on either side of my head.  It built in a
series of waves, her gasps getting louder, sharper, less controlled, until
finally she came with a shattering scream, hands digging into my thighs as
a flood of her feminine juices sprayed across my mouth and chin, tangy,
sweet and spicy, a distillation of her own special essence.  Her nails
gripped me painfully as she hung on to her position and rode out the waves
of orgasm pulsing through her, her eyes screwed shut, tears leaking from
under her tight-shut eyelids.
   Eventually, gradually, she came down, sagging against me, limp and
unresisting, her stomach muscles jumping and quivering in reaction and
aftershock, in the throes of 'Le petit mort', her head lolling on the bed,
her face calm, totally at rest.
   At last, she opened her eyes, to see me looking down at her.  She
reached out and stroked my arm.
   "Hello, Doctor Man", she slurred sleepily, a sweet, relaxed smile on her
face.  I was somewhat less than relaxed.  Her juices, the taste, smell and
sight of her, had given me a truly epic hard on, and she noticed it,
reaching down to trail her fingers across the tip, making me jump and
shiver.
   "That didn't do much for you, did it, my poor baby Boy?" she smiled,
"let me make it up to you.  This is all for you, Davey."
   She was wrong about that; I was reared-up, more erect than I had ever
been, my penis bone-hard and inflexible.
   Lori opened her legs, running her fingers up and down her crevice,
lubricating her finger properly with her own juices, and then sliding her
finger into her anus, dipping it in slowly at first, gradually inserting
her finger in as far as it would go, then another finger, working away at
her ring, loosening herself for me.  Sweat began to sheen her forehead, and
I knew she was nearly ready for me.
   "Come here, Lover Boy, I have a present for you!" she husked at me, and
I shuffled forward on my knees, to cover her with my body, seeking out her
lips as I kissed her, this beautiful girl, my lover, my sister, my
soon-to-be wife, and now, maybe, hopefully, the mother of my child.
   I supported myself over her, as she caressed and fondled my thrumming
cock, eyes dancing as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, always a
good sign!
   Lori lifted her pelvis, positioning me, and nodded, my signal to start
pushing slowly into her tight hot pussy, a slow steady press forward until
I was all the way in, then as I kissed my darling girl deeply and
passionately, her breasts pressed against my chest, I began slowly pumping
my cock in long steady strokes.
   I continued to pump and grind into her, she clamping her lips over mine,
and wrapping her arms around my neck to keep me in place as I humped her
pussy for all I was worth, sliding my cock in and out as she flicked her
tongue in and out of my mouth, setting the tempo for me.
   At last, I began to approach my climax; I had been hyper-stimulated by
what had gone before, and the feel of Lori moving underneath me, her
nipples rubbing against my chest like two little thumbs, her mouth and
tongue working on mine, were becoming too much for me, and I began to speed
up.  Lori knew I was getting there, and she wrapped her legs around my
waist to give herself more purchase as she pumped my cock, not trying to
come herself, but making sure I had as good a time as she had.
   When I came, it was like a light snapped on in my head, my body going
rigid as the spunk roared out of me, jetting into her in long, bullet-hard
spurts, Lori climaxing again, her vaginal tube pulsing against my cock,
muscular ripples pumping even more spunk out of my distended cock, her
breathing harsh and shallow into my mouth, her lips still locked onto mine.
   I collapsed, dazed, still embedded to the hilt in her hot, tight pussy,
rolling over to roll her on top of me, kissing and squeezing her to me,
fondling her astonishing bum-cheeks, never wanting to let her go, trembling
and quivering as my adrenaline high slowly dissipated, limbic system still
triggering and re-triggering as her pheromones rocketed around my system,
calm only gradually returning, my breathing and heart-rate slowing back to
normal.
   "Are you done, you sex-obsessed English pervert?" She grinned, eyes
alight with suppressed laughter,
   "Now that you've knocked me up, are you gonna buy me dinner, or do I
have to go back to turning tricks in the lobby?"
   Chuckling at her cheerful vulgarity, and marvelling at her ability to
say just the right thing, I smacked her on her Oh!  so smackable rump.
   "Up you, we are going out; I am taking the most beautiful girl in the
world out to dinner, it's a beautiful night, the restaurant comes highly
recommended, and I feel like showing off my dazzler of a fiancée, the
mother of my baby!"
   Lori's eyes sparkled with unshed tears, as she said with a big smile
"Say that again!"
   "Of course, darling!  My fiancée, and, without a doubt, the most
beautiful expectant mother on the planet.  Our baby is so lucky to be
having you for a mother!"
   Lori dimpled at the compliment, suddenly looking so much younger than
her nearly twenty years, and slowly disengaged herself from the still
semi-rigid cock embedded in her, getting up and preparing to have a shower,
the spunk dribbling down her leg as she stood.
   "Oh!  Eewww!  Gross!" She exclaimed, "How much of this stuff have you
got, anyway?"
   "Dunno," I replied, "I did try an experiment to see how much I could do
in a day, however, so here's a quick note-to-self; don't look in your
purse..."
   Lori laughed out loud.
   "You pig, you gross, disgusting pig, you make all the other gross pigs
look like cuddly bunny rabbits!  I'm going to scrub, now, before I catch
Gross Pig Disease off you!"
   With a sexy flirt of her star-quality rear end, Lori padded over to the
bathroom.
   "I want to shower, alone, understand?  If you come sneaking in, I
promise you, I will shove my foot up your ass, fiancée or no, you got
that?"
   I could see she meant it, and nodded surrender; in any case, I was, for
now, completely drained and deflated.  If I did sneak into the bathroom
now, all I would be good for would be to hand her a towel or applaud.
   I had fallen asleep waiting for her to finish in the bathroom, so I came
awake with a start when something flicked the end of my penis, painfully.
   I looked up to see Lori grinning at me, ready to flick another one
across by best friend if I hadn't awakened.
   "Come on, Jabba the Butt, hands off cock, on with socks, you're taking
me to dinner, get moving!"
   I raised-up, seeing her properly, a sight I never tire of; she had
obviously finished her toilette, she looked serenely beautiful, hair glossy
and skin glowing, and I felt myself twitch involuntarily at the sight of
her.
   "Oho, no you don't!" she exclaimed, "dinner first, I am so looking
forward to it, so get moving, slowcoach!"
   Muttering about domineering women and their compulsive need to bark
orders while scratching their arses and farting, I slid off the bed, and
blearily looked her in the face, still only partially awake.
   "See, there, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she smiled sweetly, and as
I turned away to head to the bathroom, she swatted me, hard, across my bare
backside.
   "Domineering women, yeah?" she grinned and I could only smile
sheepishly.
   (At this point, just let me just correct any misconceptions you may have
about the nature of our relationship.  Lori is not at all submissive or
compliant, nor excessively feminine or inhibited unless she feels like it;
she does what she does because she wants to, and she's quite capable of
kicking me in the balls while punching me in the throat if she felt I
deserved it, knowing since childhood that I was handicapped by nature and
upbringing from whaling her back.)
   Twenty minutes later, power-showered, shaved, brushed and spruced, I
came out and headed for my closet, to try and find something reasonably
dressy to wear, instead of the dockers and (expensive!) linen work shirts I
had brought, remembering that Lori had bought me some clothes.
   Smart girl, she had found a shop selling Pink's shirts, in English
sizes, the little fox logo an instant reminder of home, so she had picked
up an armful in my size, as well as, to my gratified surprise, several
pairs of Farah slacks, the type I wore when I wasn't in scrubs or cargo
pants.
   I also found a box with a ribbon on it, with my name on a card.  Inside
were a set of discreet Union Jack cufflinks, and a thin dress watch,
perhaps because she was embarrassed by the scuffed-up Mickey Mouse watch I
wore.  I wasn't; Charlie gave it to me when I was eight, and I prized it
above all other things (except Lori, of course).
   So, scrubbed-up, dressed in my new clothes, and ready to face the world,
I waited for Lori to emerge from her dressing room.  It was worth it.
   She had on a stunning strapless, skin-tight red satin Bodycon dress,
paired with teetering red stilettos and natural stockings, and she looked
devastating, a 5-alarm call-out if I had ever seen one.
   "Like?" she asked, smiling and posing for me.
   "Like!" I agreed, ready to forego dinner if she gave the slightest hint.
I offered her my arm.  "Shall we go?"
   Lori smiled her sweet smile, lips startlingly red against her fair,
porcelain skin and midnight hair.
   "With pleasure, kind sir," and, taking my arm, we headed down to the
lobby, where we had a car waiting for us.
   "Davey, we won't be alone for dinner, do you mind?" she asked slightly
apprehensively.
   "I'm fine with it if you are" I responded, "who's joining us?"
   "I asked Aunt Sophie to join us, I need to make arrangements....and I
need to talk with her...about the baby" said Lori in a small, worried
voice. I pulled her close to me.
   trying to keep her focussed and upbeat; worrying was definitely not good
for the baby.
   "Don't worry, darling, Sophie is seriously besotted with you, it'll be
fine, you'll see."
   I understood completely what was happening with her though; studying
medicine had given me certain insights, after all.  With Mother gone, who
else was she going to turn to?  She had no living female relatives, and
those female relatives of mine that I knew about, I wouldn't have let
within a mile of my darling girl.  While I knew about the mechanics of the
situation, the emotional side was a closed book to me, but what I did know
from my medical student days was that pregnant women want, and need, other
women around them, preferably close relatives, and definitely not men.
   We arrived at the restaurant to find Sophie and a young Consular
Security officer/driver waiting for us, so we went in to our table, causing
a bit of a flutter among the other patrons; a young man escorting an
elegant older lady, and a stunner in a mini-dress, with a diplomatic car
waiting outside, but Lori was too distracted to notice the attention, a
worrying sign of just how wound-tight she really was.
   After the usual small talk, Sophie thanked us for the invitation,
although admitting she was a little puzzled and mystified as to why it had
come so late in the day.
   Lori apologised for the abrupt invitation, explaining in a low voice
about her possible condition, and her worries, and most of all, what Sophie
and Richard would think of her.  I kept shut and busied myself with an
in-depth, forensic examination of the menu; right now Lori needed a mother,
not a boyfriend.
   Sophie took her hand, smiling sympathetically, in-tune with how worried
Lori was.
   "Nonsense, Dear Girl, with a smasher like you, I'm surprised David here"
(swift kick under the table to drag my attention away from the menu),
"managed to restrain himself at all.  It happens all the time now, it's
more the norm today than the exception, so put it out of your mind!"
   She suddenly grinned, looking 20 years younger and more like Lori's
older sister than my aunt.
   "Besides, I know exactly what you're going through, dear.  Just between
us, I had to practically vault down the aisle to get to the altar before
the baby did!"
   I laughed out loud; Lori looked relieved, eyes bright with unshed tears,
so Sophie took her off to the bathroom.  I wondered idly why women always
go in pairs, did they take notes, or hold up score cards, or perhaps give
running commentaries, blow-by-blow accounts or something.  I was a long way
away, busy with thoughts like this, off in my own world of speculation when
my family returned, Sophie looking severely at me as I returned to planet
reality, saying "Close your mouth dear, you're dribbling!"
   They both looked relaxed and composed again, so I took it arrangements
had been made, connections and lines of communication established, and all
was well, so we settled down to having a nice family dinner.
   Interestingly, during the course of the meal, I discovered that Sophie's
oldest son was named Hugo, and I revealed to Sophie that one of my middle
names was Hugo, which made her a bit misty-eyed.
   "Your dear father was so fond of Richard, but I never knew he named you
after Hugo.  He was Richard's younger brother, he died when they were boys;
he was a year or two younger than your father, I think.  They were all such
close friends, I'm glad David remembered him in you; I know your Uncle
Richard will be pleased.  Dear Sweet David!"
   At last, the evening came to an end, Sophie took to her car, pecking me
and hugging Lori close, telling her not to worry, it's bad for the baby,
and that she would see her in a couple of weeks in England, there was a
wedding to plan!  She wished us safe journey to the UK, and whisked away.
Lori was relaxed now; she had found a mother-figure she could trust.  I
guessed Sophie was going to play a major part of our lives from now on.
   I was decidedly mellowed by the evening; I had just had a good meal, my
girl was the most beautiful woman in the room, and our wedding was
materializing.  I definitely felt like celebrating, and I could tell Lori
felt the same.
   It was with no little sense of anticipation that we headed back to the
hotel.  Whatever Sophie had said to Lori, it seemed to have done the trick;
there was no more trepidation on her part, and she was her normal,
laughing, and cheerfully vulgar self.  I was in stitches on the way home,
her outrageous banter and comments making the driver and I roar with
laughter.
   We got back to our suite, both of us in a high state of excitement. 
Lori had been giving me some decidedly expectant looks and hand squeezes,
and whatever perfume she was wearing had been worth the money, because it
was definitely having the right effect on me; that, and that sex-bomb dress
she was almost wearing, a few dozen square inches of satin fabric wrapped
around her stunning body, causing a ripple of interest from every man
present, and not a few women, and looks of black spite and envy from almost
every other woman.  My girl, even when she wasn't trying, she certainly
knew how to make an entrance!
   We hustled up to the suite with almost indecent haste, lips locking
before the door had even closed, my hands roaming over her lovely firm bum,
smoothing the material of her dress over her lush, tight body to cup and
mould her stunning, gravity-defying breasts.
   I flipped the zip on the dress, and pulled it all the way down, allowing
me to slide it off her, revealing her extreme lack of underwear.  No bra,
of course, but her thong...it was two loops of thin ribbon, no more than
tape, really, with a crotch-piece the size of two silver dollars, just
enough to satisfy any legislation about being indecently dressed in public.
I was astounded, and considerably turned-on, to realise I had been out all
evening with a girl wearing what amounted to a wide belt and a few inches
of ribbon.
   Lori was keeping herself busy.  She had already unbuttoned my shirt and
was tugging it off, while I was undoing my slacks and pushing them off, all
the while our mouths glued together, our tongues fencing as we waltzed and
stumbled to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes, shoes, and underwear.
   As soon as we hit the bed, she slid up against me, holding me tight as I
groped and raided and plundered her stunning backside, clasping those
phenomenal globes in each hand to lift and separate them, pulling them
apart to stretch her anus open enough for my probing fingers.  Lori closed
her eyes, enjoying the sensations, while rubbing, squeezing and jerking my
cock, pulling it in long strokes as the blood rushed in to engorge it,
making it hard and ready.
   I rolled on top of Lori, I wanted to lick and nibble her nipples; they'd
been staring at me all though dinner, and I had been lost in contemplation
of them, causing Sophie to ask me several times if I was feeling alright, I
seemed a little distracted...
   Keeping a firm hold on her gourmet feast of an arse, I slid down to put
my mouth level with her erect nipples, licking, nibbling and sucking them
while still clutching and squeezing her buttocks, working my fingers closer
to her anus.  Lori arched her back to thrust her breasts out even further,
her nipples standing out in even higher relief, rosy pink and rubber-hard.
   Her legs drifted open, her thighs parting, and I slid further down
between them, my elbows on the bed, her beautiful labia within reach of my
probing tongue.  Her spicy, tangy, sweet aroma filled my head, the musk of
her excitement making me feel light-headed and horny in the extreme.
   I began to lap at her labia, sliding my tongue between them, looking for
her clitoris in its little hiding place, but also kissing and nibbling at
her outer lips, before boring in more seriously with my tongue, swirling it
around between her labia minora, her inner lips, lapping at her vulva to
taste her tangy sweetness.  I lapped and swirled, licked and kissed, Lori
arching her back or groaning when I caressed a particularly sensitive area.
   My efforts were making themselves felt.  Lori clamped my head between
her hands, holding me in place, and I could feel her tendons tightening as
her arousal heightened, her thighs flexing as I sucked, licked and groped.
I slid a finger into her anus, making her mew and buck, and pumped it in
time to my licking, something I knew she particularly loved, her head
tossing from side to side, and her breath coming in harsh whistling gasps
as she gritted her teeth.  I continued to suck at her labia, softly grazing
them with my teeth, making her jump and quiver, until I began to rasp her
clitoris, now fully out in the open, with the flat of my tongue, rubbing
and flicking faster and faster, as I sensed her climax approaching, until
with one last convulsive arch of her back, she came, screaming and
shuddering, "Oh GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OOOOHHH...FUCK, OH
FUCK......OOOOOOHHHH FUUUCCCKKK!", in convulsions so strong I was
astonished, but very, very gratified!
   Her tremors died down, and her midriff dropped back onto the bed as her
legs slid back down and apart, her hands dropped away from my head as she
relaxed, completely sated.
   I was still in the enviable position of being between her thighs,
staring at her delectable vulva, enjoying the fabulous scenery, when she
opened her eyes and looked blurrily down at me.
   "Hey Doctor Man!" she whispered.
   "Hey yourself, sister of mine" I whispered back, "Is all to Milady's
satisfaction?"
   A big, sleepy grin fleeted across her face, her white, even teeth
flashing in her lovely smile; right now, she looked like all my birthdays
rolled into one.
   "What about you?" she asked softly, "you got nothing out of that, you
only thought of me, you darling Boy, come here!"
   Her eyes were luminous, glittering, and I wanted to do anything this
marvellous creature asked of me.  I wouldn't say I got nothing out of it; I
was highly stimulated, my cock felt like I could vault across the room on
it, it was pulsing, hard and fully engorged, ready to take on any
challenge!
   "As you command, my Princess" I grinned, and slid up the bed to her. 
"What do you command, speak and it shall be done, for you are my Princess!"
   Lori pulled my head close, and planted a big, wet, very sexy kiss on me,
reaching down to take hold of my thrumming penis, slowly sliding her hand
up and down, testing the length, judging the worth; I just hoped it passed
muster!
   She kissed me again, and again, not letting go of my stiff cock, and
then slid down to place her mouth level with my penis, sliding round some
more so that we were now lying on our sides, opposite way round to each
other, and I realised what she wanted to do for me, as I knew what I wanted
to do for her.  I pulled her on top of me, my hands fondling and parting
her superb buttocks, my tongue licking and rubbing at her engorged vulva,
searching for her clitoris.
   Lori meanwhile was licking the end of my penis, delightful lapping
strokes to the tip and sides, behind the bell-shaped head, and along the
underside, down to my scrotum, to lick around my sac, gently lapping at the
seeds inside, finally sucking first one, then the other, giving me a
delightful sensation as my scrotum tightened and my cock arched out even
harder.  Lori alternately sucked and pulled at my testicles, before
returning to my cock, licking back along the length to the tip.  Now she
swirled her tongue around the very tip, using slow, rasping movements to
stimulate and delight me, running the tip of her tongue into the slit and
wriggling it slightly, sending electric shivers through my groin and
midsection, making my cock leap and twitch involuntarily in her mouth.  She
began a slow, soft suction, long deep strokes, her head bobbing slowly as
she controlled my arousal, her hand grasping my cock tightly in case I
started trying to ram it into her mouth and throat in my excitement.
   I was in a world of my own.  My face was buried in Lori's crotch, my
tongue lapping at her labia, lightly rasping over the exposed tip of her
clitoris, boring in insistently, stabbing into her spongy anus, licking and
parting her labia and inner lips, swirling around in her vagina, and
returning to her clitoris, all the while surrounded by her marvellously
spicy, tangy, sweet scent.  Every time I lightly flicked her little nub,
she started and quivered, and I wanted to taste more of her.  I started
licking her clitoris more seriously, making her squirm and gasp even as she
plated my cock, watching as her nub slowly emerged from its hooded hiding
place, to harden and swell as her arousal ramped up again.
   I gradually slid my thumb into her pussy, pumping slowly, in time with
my laps at her clitoris, finally removing my thumb altogether.  She moaned
at that, but then I slid my lubricated thumb into her anus, making her gasp
and clamp her lips tighter around my cock.  Her clitoris was now fully
engorged, pale and hard, a perfect target for my probing tongue.  Her
juices ran and oozed onto my chin and down my neck, the scent making me
plate her harder with my tongue, with longer, slower strokes, now rasping
firmly and exclusively at her wet, oily clitoris, while my thumb pumped in
and out of her anus.
   The end came suddenly, convulsively.  Lori clamped her mouth down on my
cock as her orgasm ripped though her, her thighs drummed around my ears as
her vulva rippled and trembled, opening and closing like a portal as the
walls pulsed in time to the waves running through her.
   As she began to come down, she sucked harder, gently running her nails
along my straining penis as she pumped in time to her suctioning.  When,
finally, she squeezed my scrotum gently, rhythmically, I could hold back no
longer.
   As I came, Lori deliberately pulled her head away, to spray my spunk
over her face and neck, onto her lips, and into her open mouth, spurt after
spurt, until I had nothing left to ejaculate, and my convulsing cock dry
heaved and twitched until my orgasm had passed.  As I calmed down, she gave
the head a final soft lick and swirl with her tongue, polishing and
cleaning it as, at last, I began to soften.
   Lori scootched around to face me, looking like every man's ultimate
pornographic fantasy, streaks, splatters and long translucent ropes of
sperm criss-crossing her face and dripping from her chin onto her neck and
upper chest.  She gave me a dazzling smile, and a pecked "Thank you,
Darling!" before sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.  I
slumped back, truly buggered, completely shagged-out and unable to think
coherently, except to think muzzily to myself 'Damn, that girl smells
EXACTLY like Christmas!' I never heard her come back in: I was out for the
count.
   I awoke to my two favourite things in the world; the sight of Lori,
naked except for my shirt (again!), and the scent of fresh coffee.  She was
sitting cross-legged next to me, looking gravely at me over the top of her
cup, a long slow smile breaking out when she saw me open my eyes.
   "Hello Sleepy Sam, a very good morning to you!" she grinned, "I thought
you were going to sleep all day!  Daylight's wasting Mister, get up and
have some breakfast, I ordered the full English for you, and may God have
mercy on your arteries, so uppee, uppee, rise and shinee!"
   At last, I thought, no more bloody croissants, followed by another
thought; is that me?  Dear God, it is me, shit, I really need a shower!
   "Can it wait 10 minutes, baby?  I really need to use the shower."
   She dimpled.  "10 minutes, then I'm sending it away, clock's ticking,
stud!"
   Well within the 10 minutes, I was sitting and chatting over a leisurely
breakfast with my beautiful sister/lover/wife-to-be, with no need, for
once, to rush anywhere.  Lori was done with shopping, she had what she
wanted, and it wasn't in her nature to shop pointlessly, so I watched her,
an entertainment I never tired of.
   After a while, she stood up and stretched luxuriously.
   "So Doctor Man, what do you want to do today?"
   My eyes said it all, which Lori picked up immediately, raising one
eyebrow at me archly, a mannerism she had copied, or inherited directly,
from Charlie, a slow grin spreading across her face.
   "You dirty little pervert, down boy!" she giggled, "I meant do some
sightseeing or something!"
   The sights I was seeing were quite enough for me right now, all my
systems jumping to attention as I watched her lovely, toned, phenomenally
pneumatic body ripple and quiver as she stretched.
   "If you want this to go down, you'll have to do something about it!" I
snickered at her, watching her erect nipples dance and jiggle inside her
open shirt.
   "We'll see!" she retorted, walking across the bedroom toward the
bathroom, with me ogling her world-beater of a bum, bobbing around under
the tail of her shirt like two rabbits screwing in a pillowcase.  She
stopped at the bathroom door, looked over her shoulder at me with a tiny
smile, and let her shirt slide off, before undulating through the door
without another backwards glance.
   I know an invitation when I see one, so I hurriedly gulped the rest of
my coffee to fortify myself, dropped my robe and made a beeline for the
bathroom.
   Inside, Lori had stepped into the wet-room, her shape slightly
indistinct in among the steam billowing out of the entrance, but I knew
where she was alright, I could see enough to get me very interested indeed.
   She was busy soaping her marvellous body, her hands cupping her breasts
as she looked over at me, that wicked, lip-biting grin again telling me she
had something on her dirtily inventive mind, and so I stepped up to her,
sliding my hands around her to cup and squeeze her buttocks and pull her
into me, feeling my erect cock lying against her equally firm abdomen.  I
began running my hands up and down, feeling her up from her lumbar dimples
to the tops of her thighs, enjoying immensely the feel of the slippery
flesh, the heft and spring of her cheeks, and the warmth and slipperiness
of the cleft between them.
   Lori, meanwhile, had soaped-up my cock, sliding her hand up and down
from root to apex, her other hand holding the back of my head as we kissed
and licked each other,
   I was definitely feeling the need to progress, and Lori, sensing my
need, pulled me further under the spray, washing the soap off me, and, with
a sweet smile, dropped to her knees, sliding her lovely lips around my
straining penis.  She licked and lapped, rubbing the head with the flat of
her tongue, staring up at me with those enormous blue-violet eyes, then
rapidly sliding the tip into the sensitive slit at the end, making me jump
as the sensation blasted up my spine from my tail-bone in a jolt of
pleasure.
   She continued lapping at the head, engulfing it with her lips, to begin
a slow, suctioning, up-down bobbing.  She looked so hot, so damned sexy
like this, I had difficulty keeping upright, and I knew this was going to
make me blow my top if she didn't stop soon.  I pulled away, raising her to
her feet, answering her inquiring look by turning her to face the wall. 
She knew what I wanted to do, placing her hands flat against the wall,
holding out her gorgeous rump, her labia clearly visible from the rear.  I
slid my hands around her, holding, squeezing and caressing her marvellous
breasts, holding her close to slot my cock into her bum-cleft, the cheeks
clenching rhythmically to massage my cock as I licked and kissed and
nibbled her neck and shoulders, but not hard enough to leave marks; you
don't deface a work of art, a marvel of nature, like that.
   I could have kept this up for ages, the feel of her awesome buttocks
enfolding my cock, her lovely firm breasts and erected nipples a delight to
hold and squeeze, an amazingly erotic and satisfying experience.
   At last, Lori decided she wanted to move it along, reaching behind to
squeeze and fondle my scrotum, before holding my cock firmly and guiding it
to her labia, working the tip of my cock around her entrance, prepping
herself for the invasion to come, and then pushing back against me as I
slowly pushed forward, sliding my cock into her in one long, slow glide,
her breath hissing between her teeth as my cock invaded her pussy.
   I slid one hand from her breast to rub and massage her flat stomach,
intending to caress and touch her, to give her the same pleasure I was
receiving, but got a head shake.
   "Please Davy, sore.  Let me, this is all for you, for last night." She
breathed.  I understood immediately, and clasped hold of her breasts again,
tweaking and twirling her nipples, making her gasp, before moving my hands
down to her hips, marvelling anew at how even the small of her back, arched
inwards to thrust out her buttocks, could be so unbelievably sexy.
   She began pushing back against me as I thrust harder into her, the sound
of my groin slapping against her loud in the shower room.  Her gasps and my
harsh breathing echoed as we speeded up, Lori now making mewing sounds, me
desperately trying not to come yet, I wanted this to go on, for us to meet.
   When Lori's orgasm broke, she leaned back against me, grabbing the back
of my neck, pushing herself into me, as the walls of her pussy squeezed
tight around me, vaginal contractions rippling along the length of my cock.
The combination of constriction and pulsing pushed me over the edge, my
spunk rushing out of me in a muscular contraction almost painful in its
intensity, the tip of my cock almost unbearably sensitised by all that had
gone before.
   I stood behind her, buried to the hilt, and groaned as spurt after
spurt, semen I didn't know I still had in me, pumped out of my twitching
cock and rushed into her fluttering, convulsing pussy.  Finally, I was able
to slump against my darling, her head already leaning on the wall as her
orgasm died away, both of us twitching and trembling in reaction, letting
the hot spray drum over us, calming and re-invigorating both of us after
the shattering sexual escapade we'd just indulged in.
   My cock grew soft and slipped from her, semen trailing out after it to
run down her leg, and I thought again how things had turned out, the irony
that now I was here, doing this with my own half-sister, the love of my
life and hopefully soon-to-be mother of our child, brought together by
shared loss.  We cleaned up, soaped and rinsed off, and dried each other,
me enjoying immensely the opportunity to handle such a feast of softly
pliant, malleable, pneumatic girl-flesh!
   After more coffee, and a leisurely, extended kissing, stroking and
touching session, I remembered I had something to tell her, something I had
meant to tell her earlier, before the sexual shenanigans had so effectively
derailed my train of thought.
   "Lori, we do have somewhere to go today, I forgot to tell you."
   She raised an eyebrow at me again.
   "Really, do tell, Darling Boy!"
   "In amongst all the calls I made yesterday, I had a chat with my old
friend Georgie from Medical School.  His father is a Visiting Professor of
Obstetrics at Brigham & Women's Hospital, and as it's part of Harvard
Medical School, ergo the best, I asked him to have a word with the old boy.
We're going to see him later this morning, if you don't mind; I got a text
confirming the appointment."
   Lori giggled, her finger tracing my jawline as she smiled.
   "David Richard Hugo Denham, how in the hell did you get to be so
organised?  As I remember, mom couldn't get you to clean your room, now
you're organising our lives!  Of course I don't mind, how sweet of you to
think of me!"
   I hugged her close as I grinned happily at her.
   "You're my family, both of you, only the best for my family."
   Lori glowed, her eyes sparkling like miniature violet fireworks.
   "Family, I like that, we're a family!  You and me, and baby makes three!
Have I told you lately that I love you, Darling Boy?"
   "Not in the last few minutes, so you better do it now!" I grinned.
   We ordered a car to take us to the hospital, got dressed, and went down
to the lobby to await our car, and were soon on our way to Longwood.
   The examination was a simple, straightforward thing.  Lori wasn't far
enough gone for a scan to be meaningful, of course, but the other tests
confirmed that she was indeed pregnant.  I was already sure, but it was
nice to have it confirmed by another medical practitioner, especially
someone I knew and trusted, who actually knew what he was talking about.
   Now that her pregnancy was confirmed, I was elated; the news was having
a profoundly aphrodisiac effect on me, and I wanted to get her back to the
hotel to explore her a little bit more.  Lori was also feeling it, I could
sense, but first she wanted to explore Boston a little during the daylight
hours, poke around antique stores and markets, and generally walk me
around, knowing how keyed-up I was.  I could tell she was enjoying my
growing discomfort, her mischievous grin telling me all I needed to know.
All I could think about was humping her, and the more I looked at her, the
more desirable she looked; the more desirable she looked, the more I wanted
to fuck her brains out.  And she kept looking at me with that
lip-between-the-teeth grin, enjoying herself mightily.
   It was all starting to get to me.  We would sit in a pavement cafe,
sipping coffee, other patrons and passers-by staring at this lovely girl
with the film-star looks and killer figure, and I felt exceedingly proud
she was with me, but I also had to almost physically restrain myself from
dragging her into an alley-way for a quickie knee-trembler, staying my hand
with an effort of will, knowing she was planning some new sexual
shenanigans.
   By the time we got back to the hotel, I was almost bent double with the
effort of concealing my unruly erection.  My balls felt like they were
wrapped in baling-wire, and I was almost panting with suppressed lust. 
Lori, of course, was enjoying my discomfort no end.
   We got the door open, and I made a grab for her, but she danced out of
my way, grinning broadly, torturing me with her nearness.
   "Wait here, Davey, I have a little something for you!" she smiled, glee
in her voice as she glided into the bedroom, her arse dancing under her
dress, heating me up even more.
   After what felt like an age, I heard her calling, so made my way in,
expecting something special; it had better be , after the slow build-up
today!
   She was standing, posing, in what looked like a black all-in-one latex
body suit with impossibly high stiletto heels.  I goggled at her; I was
expecting special, this was fucking fantastic!
   "Hi Honey" she purred, "Want to fool around a little?"
   I growled, past words, and moved in for the kill, dropping my clothes as
I stumbled across the room, taking her in my arms, and kissing her as I
groped and squeezed, running my hands over her to find the zipper or
fastenings.
   "There isn't one", she said, smiling sexily at my look of confusion,
"It's a Play-Suit, a new kind of material, body heat seals the seams once
you put it on.  If you want to take it off, you'll have to tear it off!"
   Suited me; I could see every single contour, every muscle, her nipples,
poking out solidly, even her labia, sharply outlined in the skin-tight
material.  The suit looked like PVC or latex, but felt like cloth, and I
found I could get a purchase, but I hesitated, I wanted to drink in the
sight of my sister dressed like this, like a vamp from a video game, her
porcelain skin startlingly white against the shiny black material, her
crimson lipstick a bold slash of colour setting-off her jet black hair,
exactly the same colour and gloss as the suit.  Right there and then her
fuck-factor leaped up several hundred percent; she was fucking awesome, and
she was mine!
   Lori slowly turned for me, displaying her magnificent body, her lovely
springy buttocks, her lumbar dimples, her long, lithe legs, all perfectly
picked-out by the suit.
   At last, I could take no more, and gathering her in my arms, pulled her
onto the bed for some serious kissing and groping.  She didn't resist,
giving me that slow smile that means she's enjoying herself.
   I kissed her once more, then trailed my tongue down her body, flicking
her nipples in turn, making her jump, demonstrating just how skin-tight
that suit really was, to her pussy, where I rubbed and ground my tongue
against her clearly outlined labia, making her gasp and quiver, and start
hunching her groin against my face to intensify the sensation.
   I slid my hands under her buttocks, feeling the firm muscles tense and
relax as I squeezed and massaged, my mouth still working against her cloth
covered vulva.
   Now I turned her over, onto her front, and began kneading and squeezing
her lovely bum, pulling her cheeks apart and stretching the material over
her anus as it gaped and closed under the material, before relaxing my grip
on her cheeks, instead, rubbing her pussy again with one hand, and lightly
rubbing her anus with one finger of my other hand, feather-light touches
that she must have felt as the lightest of touches through the material of
her suit, a mere hint of pressure, on her anus.  Lori writhed and wriggled,
saying "Oh...Oh...harder, please...  harder...oh!"
   In response, I started tracing the outline of her labia with one finger,
running it lightly around the outside of her outlined labia, then along the
clearly defined centre line, making her writhe and try to push back against
my finger, but I just moved my finger as well, keeping the light pressure
the same; she wore this suit to tease me, now she was finding out how to
pay for that!
   "Davey, Honey, please Baby, Darling boy, enough, please...."she gabbled,
making me smile guiltily for torturing her like this; besides, I had had
enough of this suit; hot and sexy as it was, it was like putting a coat of
gloss paint on a diamond.  I wanted to nibble, lick and taste my girl, not
some covering; only an idiot buys a sweet and then eats it with the wrapper
on...
   Pulling a pinch of the fabric up from the middle of the small of her
back, I tried to bite through it, gratified to find it parted easily, like
speaker cloth, tearing enough to get my finger in and rip- upwards, then
downwards, so her lovely back and buttocks were exposed.  Lori gasped in
relief as the air hit her, and her lovely Christmassy, spiced candy aroma
wafted over me, telling me how excited she was by all this foreplay.  She
smelled so good I had to taste her, licking from the nape of her neck to
the cleft of her awesome bum, stroking and smoothing every inch of exposed
skin.  I kept at her, licking ever lower, until my tongue was lapping at
her anus, making her sigh and squirm, her sighs deepening as I slid my
tongue deeper into the little puckered dimple, gently opening it to receive
more and more of my tongue.  But now, I wanted to pay attention to other
parts of my gorgeous sister.
   With my tongue working at her, Lori's feet were drumming on the bed, her
upper torso flat on the bed, her head turned to one side with her eyes
tight shut, holding the bunched sheets tight as she pushed her lovely hot
arse in the air, trying to get my tongue into her pussy.  I decided to
oblige, so I tore the fabric down some more, exposing her beautiful bare
pudenda to my view, the scent of her arousal sweet and powerful in my
nostrils.  Pulling her to her knees, to raise her lovely rump in the air,
her head still resting flat on the bed, and with a smile playing around her
lips, I slid my tongue between her buttocks, flicking the tip gently around
and across her labia, light touches, tasting rather than lapping, before
swirling my tongue on her perineum, making her jump.  I gently pushed the
tip of my tongue into her anus again, flicking her little bud to watch the
puckered entrance contract and relax, and then licked in long strokes along
the centre line of her labia, slowly inserting my tongue between the lips,
to feel the nymphae, her inner lips, guarding the entrance to her vagina.
   So I went, withdrawing and returning, slipping my tongue in and out,
listening to her sighs and whimpers, her low moans and muttered
instructions ..."Slower....more, please....oh yes, like that, Oh....Oh
yes...." until I slid my tongue between her swollen labia, to gently bathe
and lap her clitoris with my tongue.  The little bead of flesh was engorged
and sensitive in the extreme, slick and succulent with her own lubricating
fluids, which were seeping out of her in an almost continuous slow drizzle.
Mindful of her soreness this morning, I refrained from rasping it again;
that was what caused the soreness in the first place.
   I don't know how long we played like that; I was enjoying myself
entirely too much to do anything more than continue, and from the constant
tremors of her hindquarters, and convulsive clutching of the sheets in time
to the rhythmic oscillation of her vulva, she was orgasming almost
continuously.  She tasted delicious, smelled even better, and I didn't know
how to stop, nor did I even want to.
   Eventually, she had had enough, and she rolled to her back, blown and
breathless, flushed, and sweaty.  The bodysuit was still intact at the
front, and she reached up to the neck and tore it down the middle in one
movement, pulling her arms out of the sleeves, and leaving me to pull it
the rest of the way off her, a very pleasurable task!
   "What do you want to do, Baby?" she asked me huskily, for answer I moved
up to hover over her, looking down at her.
   "Oh THAT!" she smiled, as I lowered myself, her hand finding highly my
stimulated cock and directing it into her soaking vulva.  I thrust in and
out in a slow tempo; I was in no rush, I wanted to enjoy this!
   Lori pulled me down to her, and, as before, I slid my hands under her
marvellous body to grab hold of her bum-cheeks and squeeze and pull them in
time to my thrusts.
   I kept this up, prolonging the sensations and feel of my lovely sister,
but she had plans as well.
   "Davey, stop a second, there's something I want you to do..."
   I stopped, withdrawing as she turned over, and slid some pillows under
her midsection, raising her rump in the air.  She looked cheekily over her
shoulder at me and grinned:
   "Fuck my ass, Davey, ream your baby-sister's ass for her, make me come
for you!  It's what you want, it's what I want!"
   As I slid my cock into her willing anus in one thrust, I once again
replayed in my mind that scene from all those years ago, knowing
instinctively that Lori was replaying a similar scene in her own head, one
that she had seen many times.
   The memory, of my mother being fucked like this, while my father sat and
watched, now seen from an adult perspective, and as though it was two
different people than those I had grown up with, excited me, made me hot,
made me want to pump into this girl as Charlie had pumped into my mother. I
pumped and thrust, using all the force I could get in my hips, Lori pushing
back against me, no less wild, moaning, gasping, calling my name as I
squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples against my palms
   Stimulated as I was, the end came quickly, as Lori's rectum constricted
on my cock, her back arching and her mouth opening in a silent scream,
orgasm billowing through her in her highly aroused state.  Our memories of
similar events we had witnessed separately had obviously acted on us both
in the same way, spurring us on.  My penis jerked and twitched, the
pressure of Lori's convulsing rectum too stimulating on my distended cock,
and sperm sprayed out in ropes and spurts, boiling into her hot arse, both
of us gasping and sighing with release.
   At last she slumped down, shattered, and I rested my forehead on her
back, between her softly rounded shoulder blades, my weight still on my
elbows, eyes closed, sweat dripping from my chin and nose onto her clear
skin as I gasped and sobbed for breath, waiting for my trip-hammer
heartbeat to slow, and the thundering of blood in my ears to lessen.
   Lori was the first to recover, raising her head and rubbing my forearm,
signalling me she wanted to turn around.  I levered myself off her, my
penis disengaging from her with almost audible 'pop', and rolled over,
muscles twitching and fluttering as stress reaction set in.
   I looked over at her, lying next to me, serenely beautiful, her sweet,
regular profile completely in keeping with the perfect sculpted roundness
of her figure, and I was content to just look at her; there was so much
good stuff to look at, too!
   She saw me looking at her, and smiled.
   "Hello, Baby-Daddy, fancy meeting you here!"
   Baby-Daddy, I liked the sound of that, I could get used to it!
   "Hello, Baby-Mama!" I retorted, so much in love with this beautiful
girl, my long-lost half sister, who'd refused to speak to me for eight long
years, had hated me for going away, and now, now she was having my baby!  I
lay there for a while, just looking at her, drinking in the sight of her,
inhaling the wonderful smell of her, while she stretched like a cat, toes
pointing and fingers spread wide, a grin on her face as she looked back at
me.
   "If you've finished making sheep's eyes at me, can you decide whether or
not you're going to feed me?"
   I grinned back at her.  "Darling Girl, I would feed you the last sip in
my cup, and the last morsel I possess, though it condemn me to die of
thirst or starve to death, as long as I may look upon you with one last
lingering glance ere death claim me!"
   Lori smiled back sweetly.
   "You are so full of shit.  I want steak, with shrimps, green salad with
baby onions, honey mustard mayo with cream cheese, double-fried French
fries, and chocolate cheesecake, got it, buster?"
   "Of course, my own true love.  Tell me, is this you eating for two, or
am I just now seeing the real you?"
   Lori laughed back, responding in her usual manner.
   "Feed me well, you cheapskate, buy me a big dinner or I'm telling the
Night Manager I'm underage."
   "Just one more thing, baby girl, I'm bursting with curiosity.  Where on
earth did you get that thing?"
   Lori looked at me mischievously, eyes dancing in glee.
   "Hookers 'R' Us, where else?"
   *
   After a long, invigorating and very satisfying shower, we got dressed to
find somewhere interesting to eat.  The hotel recommended several
well-known steak and barbecue restaurants where the food was fresh,
delicious, and genuine, so we picked one and had a car take us there.  Over
a glass of Valpolicella, we began listing what we had to do next, as the
airline tickets were already booked.
   "Now that we're making this list, it's all becoming real!  I'm scared
Davey, what if I don't like it?  What if no-one likes me?  What will your
family say about me?"
   I kissed her, and took her hand, running my thumb over her engagement
ring.
   "Baby-Girl, you'll love it, everyone will love you, and those members of
my family whom I bother with are just like Richard and Sophie, they'll love
you too!  Now stop vapouring, we have a home to find for our baby!"
   Lori dimpled.  "I love it when you say 'Our Baby', you sound just like
an expectant father!"
   When we got back to the suite, we sat down to work out where we went
from here.  I wanted to pack-up everything in the house in Bar Harbor,
containerise it all, and ship it to England, for retrieval once we had a
house to put it in.  The house in Oxfordshire was out of the question; it
may have been a family ancestral home of sorts, but it was also a freezing,
300-year old, semi-derelict crypt that was only held together by the lead
and pigeon-shit on the roof.  I wanted somewhere for our child to grow up
normally, not traumatized; mother once told me that my father's ancestors
only ever built that place out of spite, to punish their descendants in
advance for disowning them, something I was more than ready to believe.
   Lori was highly amused and intrigued at the notion of having an
ancestral home, but I knew better; I'd actually lived there, on and off,
over the last 3 or so years, usually only called back there by the
trustee-appointed caretaker because something had fallen off or fallen
down, and wouldn't wish it on any child of mine.  There's even a family
cemetery, with headstones inscribed with things like "As I Am Now, So Shall
You Be" and other happy little death threats from beyond the grave.  Nice.
If I were ever buried there, I'd have my headstone engraved "I told you I
was sick..." Or maybe "Whatever you do, don't look behind you..."
   We decided that we would use the borrowed flat as our base, and Lori
would house-hunt, with Sophie, no doubt, while I resumed my surgical
residency at the hospital in London.  The house in Bar Harbor held no real
significance to us, we had only lived there for a few weeks, it was not a
family home, so Lori decided that we should sell it rather than rent it
out, and all mother's and Charlie's stuff would be packed and brought to
England so she could have them near her.  There was also the matter of the
Marriage License waiting for us back in Maine.  We decided to get married,
all nice and legal in case the Border Agency numbskulls at Heathrow wanted
to make an issue of Lori's visa, not that I was anticipating that, not with
a letter from the Home Office confirming her status.  But I still wanted to
be sure.
   That settled, I was looking forward to some quality time with my
wife-to-be, and I could tell Lori was thinking the same thing.  She was
looking particularly appealing in her skin-tight leather jeans and cowboy
boots, dressed the way I had first seen her at Des Moines, and I was eager
to see how easily I could peel them off her.  Dinner had re-invigorated me,
and I was ready to resume where we had left off earlier in the evening.  I
had promised myself a special treat; Lori.  She seemed to have the same
plan in mind, because we hardly had time to close the door before we'd
leaped for each other, pulling, groping, kissing and grabbing.
   Lori pushed me into the couch in the sitting room, sitting astride me
and kissing me as she rubbed her pussy up and down on my rapidly inflating
cock, while I fiddled with the button and zipper on her jeans, pulling them
open and pushing them down, so I could get proper purchase on her
magnificent arse, only a miniscule thong between her and commando-hood.  I
left off groping her bum to yank up her top, giving me a full,
uninterrupted view of her superb breasts, the need to suck and play with
her nipples suddenly irresistible.
   I clamped my hands on her bum, pulling her tight into me, bringing her
nipples into range for an all-out lip-assault, something she appreciated,
judging by the gasps this evoked as she rubbed and ground her crotch into
my increasing hardness.  The pressure of her crotch against mine inspired
me to even greater efforts as I licked and suckled her breasts harder and
with more serious intent, almost biting at the stiff, rubbery nubs that
were now the centre of my world.
   Lori was whimpering now, "Harder...harder...yesss...yeeesss...like
that...yes!" almost continually, her words and bucking on my lap spurring
me on, inspiring me, making her writhe as she pumped.
   Suddenly she slid to her feet, pulling her top off over her head in one
move, and sliding those skin-tight jeans down and off, to stand in her
microscopic thong, a pornographic fantasy image come to life, with her
jutting breasts and 1950's movie-goddess looks.  With a quick grin, I
pulled it down and tossed it aside, then pulled my slacks and jockey's down
and over my feet, allowing my cock to spring free as I pulled my shirt off
and threw it after my slacks.  Lori slid back onto my lap, her hand
encircling my cock, to pump and squeeze it as she leaned in to kiss me,
again rubbing her crotch against mine, rubbing her clitoris against my
painfully erect, straining cock.  After a little more rubbing, squeezing,
and sucking my tongue, she decided that she'd had enough foreplay, and
raised herself up on her knees, holding and aiming my cock, then sliding
down slowly, easing my cock into herself, and grinding into me at the
bottom of her stroke, setting her own pace.
   She placed her hands on my shoulders as she pumped on my cock, the
sucking and squeezing sensation as she tensed and relaxed her vaginal
constrictor muscles around my cock were utterly delightful, while the
action of rubbing on me was brushing her clitoris through the tuft of hair
on my lower abdomen, obviously a sensation she found pleasurable; as she
speeded up, her face and neck flushed, and she knotted her fingers behind
my neck, pulling me closer to kiss and play with my lips, nipping, licking,
nibbling, her eyes shut as she entered her own world.
   I was having difficulty keeping from exploding inside her; the sight of
her rising and falling above me like this, the close contact with her
satin-smooth, warm skin, the obvious arousal she was feeling, all combining
to make me very horny.  It was with something like relief that I felt her
begin to speed-up, her orgasm obviously nearing, rubbing and grinding
harder as she built, until, with a loud groan, she began to shudder and
quiver, her vagina pulsing as her orgasm roared through her, picking me up
and making me come with almost painful force, the sperm boiling out of me
and into her in long, satisfying jets, Lori giving an "Oh...Oh...!" as each
jet splashed into her cervix.
   Eventually we both subsided, spent, sweaty, and very satisfied, to slump
down on the couch and lay in perfect contentment, too beat to move, for a
while, anyway...
   When we eventually stirred, Lori wanted to talk about England, what it
was like, what the people were like, all the things about England that
intrigue and baffle Americans, a nation separated from them by a common
language.
   I tried to explain about the difference between the state educational
system and the public schools, such as Harrow, or Eton, or Charterhouse, or
the significantly less famous school I attended, and their reliance on
centuries of tradition and privilege to stay exclusive, but Lori listened
in polite incomprehension, until I gave up, only barely understanding it
myself.  I had attended a public school, but not one of the famous ones,
and had only ever socialised with the boys from those other schools on the
rugby pitch, so the whole privilege thing was a bit of a mystery to me.
   She was also intrigued about the family history, so I whiled-away an
hour or so telling her about some of the more stand-out characters in
almost 600 years of murder, treachery, deceit, double-crossing, piracy,
slave-trading, land-grabbing and mass-murder in the name of the king.  My
ancestors were not nice people, leaders of the royal armies through all the
interminable campaigns against Britain's enemies (everybody), and I hoped
like hell that Lori understood that the family she was marrying into had
spent several hundred years trying to live-down the more extreme antics of
their forebears.
   We fell asleep to the sound of the traffic humming softly below, and
awoke to the bright sunshine of a Massachusetts summer morning.  Now that
we had a plan, Lori was eager to get things moving, so she called Sophie
and asked her to lunch, while I started confirming our flights and
transport arrangements.
   That settled, we turned our attention back to each other.  Lori in the
morning sun was a sight to behold, her skin gleaming marble white, hair
deep, glossy black, eyes like cornflowers, her beautiful face and classic
features irresistible, sexy.  She noticed my attention on her, my close
scrutiny of her every feature, and she blushed as I held my gaze, drinking
in every inch of her magnificent form.
   "What's on your mind, Doctor man?" she smiled.
   I pulled her close, running my hands over her, touching, stroking,
nibbling, licking.  She busied herself with my cock, rearing up in
readiness between us, gently pumping and squeezing the stem, encouraging
the blood flow, making me ready.  I rolled over onto my back, pulling her
on top of me and sliding my hands down to her bum-cheeks, clutching and
squeezing them, marvelling, as always, at how well they fit my hands, all
the while kissing her as hard as I could, with her returning my kisses with
equal passion and determination.  Lori rubbed herself against me, against
my cock trapped between us, the pressure and friction delightful, her eyes
dancing and her slow smile promising, as she slowly ground herself against
me.
   "I don't know what you call this, English-Boy, but where I come from,
this is how you do the Belly-Rub!" she purred at me.
   I grinned and ground back against her, watching her eyes widen as the
base of my cock rubbed against her clitoris.  Her arms slid under me as she
pulled herself tighter to me, all play gone from her eyes as the sensation
of my cock grinding against her clitoris caused little jolts of pleasure to
run through her.  Her head snapped up, and she slid off me, rolling me with
her with her so we ended up on the bed with me now on top of her, my weight
on my forearms, her legs wrapped around me.  Lori reached back down and
took hold of my cock with both hands, pumping it and rubbing herself along
it at the same time with her legs wrapped around my waist for leverage,
using the length of my cock to masturbate herself as she masturbated me.  I
could feel her pussy rubbing against me, the wet heat of her swelling labia
as her pussy was dragged up and down the base of my cock and the feel of
her hard little clitoris as she rubbed it on me.
   She began to speed up, pumping me and rubbing herself, kissing me in a
frenzy of tongues and lips, my own excitement building as the feel of her
juices bathed my cock and scrotum, the scent of her arousal overwhelming me
with its sweet, spicy overtones, and as she finally gave a loud groan and
slumped back, trembling and quivering as her orgasm burst through her, the
sensation of her juices flowing over my cock caused me to lose control,
coming in a surge of spunk spraying over her, spurts hitting her belly,
breasts, one landing on her chin.
   I rolled over, to lie next to her, while Lori smiled, her eyes closed,
and her hand slowly came up to stir the puddle of semen on her stomach,
then dip her finger in her mouth, lick it clean, and look at me.
   "Nice shootin' Tex!" she drawled, "Y'got most of it in the bulls-eye!"
   I started laughing, while Lori giggled and picked up my shirt, using it
to mop herself off (again with the shirt!), before tweaking my penis
gently.
   "Come on you, shower time, we have a brunch date with Aunt Sophie!"
   We met Sophie at the Consulate, and carted her off to the bistro we'd
had lunch in before, where we gave her our travelling plans, plus our
decision to get married now, in Bar Harbor, and then travel to the UK as
husband and wife.  Sophie declared she would come with us to Maine, so with
a quick re-book, it was settled.  Lori was ecstatic; her 'mother' would be
coming to her wedding!
   We flew out the next morning, all three of us, and set about booking a
time at City Hall to get married, while Sophie arranged for shippers and
packers, as only a Lady Who Organises could, and we were married the next
day in a short, solemn courthouse ceremony.  In advance of the packers,
Lori and Sophie began pulling together all the things she treasured most,
for us to take back with us now, while I went and saw a realtor about
selling the house, leaving the details of the law firm in London who would
deal with them.
   When I got back to the house, I walked into a strange tableau; Lori,
sitting and looking very pale, stiff and tense, Sophie standing and looking
at me, stern and forbidding; something was wrong, and it didn't take long
for me to find out what.
   "David," she asked me, "is there something you want to tell me?  About
you and Loretta, I mean?"
   I hedged, wondering where this was going, dreading I already knew.
   "David, I found, quite by accident, I assure you, a photograph album,
pictures of you and your parents.  I browsed through it, quite innocently,
looking at pictures of you, your poor dear father, and your mother at
Denham Hall, all perfectly ordinary.  Upon browsing further, and much to my
surprise, I find a picture of your mother, with, I assume, her new husband,
you, and a little girl; a little girl who looks exactly like Loretta,
exactly like your mother.  My question to you is: How exactly did you meet
Loretta, and what is her actual relationship to you?"
   Oh Jeez.
   I decided that, as she had already worked it out, I may as well tell her
outright.
   "Aunt Sophie, Lori is my half-sister.  I know what we're doing is wrong,
but I love her; she and I are meant to be together!"
   Sophie nodded slowly, looking first at me, then Lori, then back to me.
   "Yes, I daresay.  When were you planning on telling me of this....aspect
of your relationship, pray tell?"
   I gulped, and decided that total honesty was now the only policy.
   "Aunt Sophie, I was hoping it would never come up.  Lori and I have
different fathers, we're only related through Mother, and we're from
different countries....." I trailed off.  Sophie looked at me piercingly
for another few seconds, her face slowly settling in to less stern lines.
   "If you had given me any other answer, I would have given you a ringing
slap for lying to me.  Never do that again, dear; I could always tell when
your father was trying to slip one past me, and I can do it with you as
well!"
   "David, you should have told me instead of trying to deceive me, how do
you know I wouldn't have just kept my mouth shut forever?  You must learn
to trust in your family a little, Richard and I, I mean, and the boys, not
that bunch of dried-up, miserable old harpies Richard spends so much time
and effort avoiding!"
   Lori was relaxing, obviously feeling that a lecture on manners was
probably a good sign, given the circumstances.  Sophie stepped over to her,
to gently brush her cheek.
   "This makes no difference to me, dear; in the grand scheme of things
it's barely a hiccup, but I just wish you'd told me sooner.  If I were you,
I would find somewhere safe, really safe, somewhere the rest of the family
have no access to, and keep all these photographs away, safe and sound. 
Richard won't be told; I doubt he'd care, to be honest; he's absolutely
bewitched by you and wouldn't hear a word said against you; I really do
think he's starting to believe he's your father!"
   "Besides," she smiled, "It's not like this hasn't happened before, you
know.  If we're going to let skeletons out of the closet, they may as well
all dance together!  I'm going to tell you another deep, dark family
secret, it might just illuminate your situation a little better.  David,
dear, Loretta once told me how you were amazed at Richard's resemblance to
your grandfather; that is no coincidence.  Your grandfather had a younger
sister, Louisa, Richard's mother, and she was an absolute corker when she
was young, petite, green-eyed and golden-haired, a famously beautiful young
woman.  When she married Richard's father, she was two months pregnant."
   I was trying to see where this was going, and suddenly a light came on.
   "Are you telling me...?" I began, and Sophie nodded.
   "Louisa was in love with your grandfather, her older brother, and he was
in love with her.  Tragic, I know.  Anyway, she became pregnant.  He
couldn't marry her, of course, and so he arranged her marriage to Richard's
supposed father, to prevent her name being dragged through the mud.  I
understand quite a lot of money changed hands, most of which got drunk by
that dreadful man.  The upshot is, Richard is truly your uncle, your
father's half-brother, not his cousin, although I think they both somehow
knew or suspected; they were so alike in so many ways, more so than cousins
should be, more like brothers would be."
   "That's why your grandfather paid for Richard's education, and made sure
David remained so close to him, close to his older brother.  It must have
been terrible for him, terrible and heartbreaking, to see his oldest son so
often, to look at his face and see his own face there, and never be able to
acknowledge him.  But he gave Richard a good start in life, for which I am
profoundly grateful.  So you see, I do understand, I'm not such a
judgemental old dragon, now, am I?"
   "Aunt Sophie, how do you know this stuff?" I asked with a grin.
   Sophie smiled back.
   "David dear, women do talk you know.  Louisa and I were close, and she
needed someone to know, so she told me.  When your grandfather died, she
was devastated, so much so that she died a few weeks later.  The doctor's
said it was a heart attack, I know it was of a broken heart.  She was a
wonderful lady, and terribly, hopelessly fond of your father; she always
felt she should have been his mother, if fate had been more kind, or
society more forgiving.  She felt her whole life that she'd been robbed of
her true happiness, and spent her life pining for the man she loved but
could never have.  Of course that Grant man knew, and he never missed an
opportunity to throw it back in her face; I suppose that's why he consoled
himself with an endless succession of actresses and housemaids, in between
drinking like a bloody fish!  "
   Lori was in tears as the tragic story unfolded, but Sophie took her
hand, gently stroking her cheek as she dabbed away her tears.
   "That was in the past, dearest girl, you two will never have to go
through anything like that, but I hope it points-up to you that you are not
the first, nor I daresay the last, young people to do this in defiance of
prejudice and law.  What I will say is, my lips are sealed, I will not
reveal this to anyone, and you will not try and deceive me again.  Is that
clear?"
   I grinned, and pulled her in for a hug, startling her for a moment,
before she hugged me back.
   "Beside's dear," she smiled, "I've got a wedding planned in three
months, you both absolutely have to be there!"
   Lori started giggling, joined by me, then finally Sophie, the tension in
the room draining away as we laughed.
   "Another thing, dear, I noticed that your dear mother bore an almost
uncanny resemblance to me; we could almost have been sisters.  Poor David,
he certainly knew the type of girl he wanted, eh?  That is why Lori looks
so much like me; she's a dead-ringer for her mother.  Even Richard noted
the eerie resemblance between Lori and me at the same age!"
   We went out to dinner, the house was in too much disarray for us to even
think of preparing a meal, and after a pleasant meal, with some very good
wines, we all walked back to the house, enjoying the late-evening breeze
off the sea.  The packers were coming in the morning, and Lori and Sophie
were going to supervise them, so we decided on an early night; besides, I
had picked up from Lori that she had something on her mind, so a little bit
of bed-exercise seemed in order.  As we were heading up, Sophie called up
to us.
   "Dears, I'm going for a stroll, I think I'll take in some of the lovely
sea-breeze, I'll be back in an hour!"
   I looked at Lori, she winked back at me, and the penny dropped.  Aha, so
the women in my life were scheming and plotting were they?  I grabbed her,
tickling and pinching, making her shriek and giggle, chasing her into our
bedroom.
   Lori stopped and looked at it for a moment, her eyes a luminous, deep
violet in the dusk, and said, "There it is, the magic bed."
   "What do you mean, sweetheart?" I asked, and she turned to me, arms
going around my neck, to kiss me.
   "That's where you fell in love with me, that's where you asked me to
marry you, that's where I said yes.  It's a magic bed, and it always will
be!"
   I felt an instant surge of love and faith in this girl, a deep belief in
her, and a deep conviction that we were doing the right thing.
   "You forgot one thing, "I chided her, smiling, "that's where we made our
baby!"
   Two big tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, making her look
young, vulnerable, and sweet, and all I wanted to do was hold her forever.
   Lori started kissing me, while I slid my hands up under her sundress,
cupping and kneading her lovely globular buttocks, lifting, weighing and
pulling them apart, making her squirm and rub her mons against my growing
erection as her tongue probed my mouth.
   I stopped groping her long enough to slip the straps off her dress,
letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her tiny panties.  I
ogled her in the dusklight, struggling out of my own clothes while she
posed for me, stripping down in ten seconds flat, and pulling her onto the
bed next to me, my hands slipping up to catch and fondle her breasts,
thumbs flicking over her nipples and making her sigh and catch her lip
between her teeth.  Her hand snaked out to capture my cock, now at full
stretch, and she began pumping and squeezing as we made out.  I slipped my
hand down to her pussy, rubbing one finger along the her labia, feeling her
lubrication start to run freely as I kept my hand pumping between her legs,
rubbing and probing.  Finally, I slid one finger inside her, making her
groan as I rubbed at her clitoris, feeling the little bead start to harden
and swell.  Lori writhed and hunched up against my hand, her own hand
pumping harder, squeezing my cock to get me ready for what was to come
next.
   I slipped my lips over her nipple, teasing, licking and nibbling the
stiff rubbery little nub, making her gasp in time to my flicks with my
tongue, before she let go of my cock to pull me over her.  Her eyes were
fixed on mine as she guided the tip of my cock between her labia, and as I
lowered myself to slowly enter her, she raised her hips, engulfing me and
pulling me in.  We began the slow pumping rhythm that Lori likes to start
with, adjusting to me all over again, my weight, as always, on my elbows,
my lips glued to hers, and my hands slid under her to slide one finger into
her anus as I squeezed and pulled her buttocks in time to my thrusting.
   Lori began to hump faster against me, her arms about my neck pulling me
harder into her, her breath coming in gasps and moans as her climax
approached.  I was lost in a world where only she existed, my whole being
dedicated to loving this girl, and so I thrust and thrust again, my own
orgasm also building.  We kept this increasing tempo, me thrusting and Lori
pumping, until, all at once, it was too late to slow down.  She came with a
loud guttural groan, shuddering and shivering with the intensity of her
climax, her legs locked around my middle as she thrust her pelvis up to
meet me, tipping me over the edge, my orgasm thundering in my ears and
making my eyes bulge with the intensity of my release.
   I pumped jet after jet of my spunk into her hot vagina, her uterine
walls constricting and releasing my cock in a constant sucking sensation,
making my cock spurt until I had nothing left.  Eventually, my heart
stopped trip-hammering as I calmed down.  Lori slid her arms around my
neck, pulling me in for a long, loving kiss.
   "Love you, Doctor Man!" she whispered, before slumping back, utterly
exhausted.
   Just then, the front door opened, and we heard Sophie call out "It's
only me!  Goodnight children, remember, we have an early morning!"
   Lori giggled at that, making me giggle as well.
   Two days later, the house was packed and labelled, and we took Sophie to
the airport for her flight back to Boston, Lori clinging to her, reluctant
to let her go, but Sophie reassured her she would see us within 2 weeks or
less, so with a few sniffles all round, me included, we sent Sophie off.  I
was sorry to see her go; having her around was almost like having Mother
back a I remembered her; I felt a distinct wrench as I watched her board
her flight, and I knew Lori was feeling it even more poignantly than me,
but that would soon pass, and we had our new life ahead of us.
   to be continued....
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