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 Title: Uncomplicated Ch.  03
Summary: An Indecent Proposal.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Chase's eyes were focused on the other side of the glass, his mouth
making an 'O' shape.  His eyebrows were raised as though trying to
communicate.  The bonobo staring back at him was waiting on him to do
something interesting.  He eventually decided the human was boring, and
moved to the other end of the primate house.
   "You've not made any friends today," Molly observed, handing him a
slushie.
   "I don't get it; I'm usually quite charming."
   "Must be a male," she suggested.  Molly took her brother's hand and led
him toward the next exhibit.  They were having a wonderful day together,
spending quality time outside the house, away from their parents' prying
eyes.  It felt like a date.  They had spent the whole day at the zoo
holding hands and flirting like boyfriends and girlfriends do.
   The sun shown down brightly from the cloudless sky.  Molly loved the
sights and sounds and smells of the zoo, ever since she was a little girl.
"My legs are tired," she announced as they passed by a cluster of umbrella
shaded tables.  They picked an empty one and sat down to enjoy their
slushies.  "Do you think Mom and Dad have noticed anything?" she asked,
changing the tone of their conversation back to reality for a moment.
   "I don't know.  We are definitely spending more time together than we
ever had before.  Mom should be happy for us," he mused.  "She told me she
wished you could find a boyfriend like your brother."
   "When did she tell you that?"
   "On our date."
   "Right, your date," Molly remembered.  "So, what exactly did you do on
your 'date?'" she asked, making air-quotes with her fingers.
   "We went out for dinner to Lindy's.  Mom wore the slender black dress
that is Dad's favorite.  She looked like a cougar," he chuckled.
   "Oh, shit, I know that dress!  She wore that on a date with Will and
Sara once.  No woman her age should have the ability to look that fucking
sexy.  Jesus, Chase!  Was she trying to seduce you?"
   "God, she is sexy.  I know she's our mother, but I have to just admit
it. All my friends were right."
   "All your friends are crass dirt bags.  None of them would deserve her,"
she said loftily.
   "True.  So, anyway, while you and Dad were gone, we spent every evening
having dinner together, and every evening the subject of love and romance
came up in one form or another.  That was how I pried their secret life
with Will and Sara out of her.  That was also how the subjects of your love
life and mine came up.  I have to be careful talking frankly with Mom, she
makes it so easy to open up.  You know how she is."
   "Yes," Molly agreed.  "I've told her things that I won't even tell
Tisha. Afterward, I would be like, 'Damn, did I just tell my mom that?'"
   Chase laughed and took another sip of his slushie.  It tasted good on a
warm sunny day.
   "Love was in the air that week, or maybe it was just in my head, but we
had fun pretending we were on a romantic date.  To answer your question,
no, she wasn't trying to seduce me, but she was doing a good job of it
anyway."
   "Chase!  Were you smitten with Mom?"
   "Maybe just a little.  Can you blame me?"
   She understood completely.  She'd seen men charmed by her mother
countless times.  It was just who she was.  She chastened him anyway.  "You
should be ashamed of yourself, eyeing your mother like that!"
   "Right, because being in love with your sister is far more acceptable."
   "Are you in love with me?" she asked sweetly.
   "I think I've made that abundantly clear," he said matter-of-factly,
like a nerd.
   "Tell me," she said, pushing out her lower lip in a Marilyn Monroe pout.
   Chase leaned in and kissed her.  "You ask me if there'll come a time
when I grow tired of you.  Never, my love."
   Molly laughed.  "Stop!  Isn't that a song?  You're such a dork!" He was
unbelievably cute when he was being cheesy.
   Molly knew their relationship was unorthodox, and that was partly why it
was so exciting, but she saw her feelings for Chase as purely natural.  She
didn't want to keep it a secret from their parents any longer.  Two people
that understood love as deeply as their parents did would certainly be able
to accept the beauty of their romantic sibling affection, wouldn't they? 
She desperately wanted them to.  She wanted them to know their love.
   "Let's tell Mom," she said, impulsively.
   "Tell her what, about us?"
   "Yeah.  I think she'll get it."
   "Do you have rocks in your head?  She'll blow a gasket!" Chase was
incredulous.
   "I don't know, Chase.  She has love in her heart; you know that.  I
think she could see past the taboo and the societal inhibitions and see us
for what we are."
   "That's a nice thought," he said condescendingly.
   Molly let out a sigh as Chase's words dragged her back to reality.  Her
thoughts drifted for a moment to the night of love she witnessed between
her parents and the spontaneous lovemaking with Chase that it inspired.  It
was one of the most beautiful and gratifying encounters she'd ever had,
even if it was somewhat deviant.  Seeing her parents make love was an
eye-opening experience.  They had the most loving sex imaginable, and after
watching them, there was no question in her mind they were perfect lovers.
   She understood why they shared their love with others.  It was about
giving love as much as it was taking--partly to satisfy their own carnal
desires, and partly for the gratification of providing someone else a
beautiful loving experience.  Will and Sara were currently the two luckiest
people on earth, she thought.  But they were abusing their love.  They were
no longer worthy of Kathleen and Jon's gift.
   "How do you feel about Mom and Dad's relationship with Will and Sara?"
Molly asked.
   Chase sighed.  "You know what I think?  I think they don't deserve Jon
and Kathleen."
   "I know!" Molly agreed.  "The more details I hear about what Will and
Sara want from them, the less I like it.  I don't want them to be with
anyone that doesn't love them."
   "What can we do?  Tell them to break up?"
   "Pfft," Molly responded haughtily.  "Why not?"
   "Well, it's not exactly out in the open quite yet.  We need to broach
the subject delicately with them.  Let me think about it."
   Chase took Molly's hand again and they walked over to the aquarium
building to cool off for a while.
   ~ ~ ~
   Kathleen busied herself in the kitchen, making dinner.  Her whole family
would be home for dinner tonight.  They hadn't had many family dinners
since Molly and Jon both got back from their trips a couple weeks ago.
   She had been mulling over confronting Molly and Chase about the
underwear she found in their hampers.  She wanted to believe it was just a
coincidence, Chase's boxers being in with Molly's laundry and Molly's
panties in with Chase's.  But they had also been acting strange
lately--strangely friendly.  They seemed to actually want to be in each
other's company.  Today was a perfect example, the two of them spending the
day together at the zoo.
   Kathleen's heart was glad that her kids were getting along and seemed to
actually like each other, but this wasn't the status quo for them.  She
pondered the possibility that they were romantically involved.  It was a
ridiculous notion.  They were close, Kathleen thought, but be reasonable!
They hate as much as they love each other.  They're brother and sister!
   She heard Chase's car pull up in the driveway and the two got out to
come in the house.  "Hi, Mom," greeted Molly.  "Smells good, what's for
dinner?"
   "Potato soup," Kathleen replied.  "Needs to cook for a while.  So, did
you two have fun today?"
   "Yeah," said Chase.  "It's changed a lot since I was there last."
   "You two seem to be getting very close lately.  Aren't you just about
sick of each other?"
   They both shrugged.  "Why would we be sick of each other?" Molly asked,
as if surprised by the question.
   "Oh, I just figured you two would want to spend more time with your
friends, or go out on dates or something," she observed, fishing for some
feedback.
   "No prospects for a date right now," Chase commented.  Molly shook her
head in solidarity.
   "Oh, I can't believe neither of you have any prospects!  Beautiful,
funny, charming kids like you?  C'mon!" Kathleen said with a sly smile. 
"Chase, what about your mystery girl?"
   Chase didn't answer.  Molly was bursting to tell her.  She knew Chase
thought it would be a mistake, but she wanted to believe he was wrong. 
But, she held her tongue.
   "Sit down, you two," Kathleen directed.  They obeyed their mother and
sat next to each other at the kitchen bar.  Kathleen stood on the other
side, as though a prosecutor, and continued her examination.  She looked at
Molly, then back at Chase, waiting for one of them to volunteer some
information.  Neither of them spoke.  She had an ace in the hole, and she
finally pulled it out.
   "Look, I have a question to ask both of you, and I want you to tell me
the truth.  Don't be embarrassed; it's me, okay?  You know you can talk to
me."
   She took a breath.  She had been building the courage to ask this
question for a couple weeks.  "What was the deal with your underwear
exchange?"
   Both her kids got wide eyes at the same time.  They weren't expecting
that.  They looked at each other and burst out laughing.  Kathleen smiled
at them, still waiting on the answer.
   Molly clenched her teeth in an embarrassed smile.  Their mother was hot
on their trail.  The jig was up and it was time to talk.
   "Okay, you need to sit down," Molly advised.  Kathleen grabbed a bar
stool and sat across from them.  Molly's dramatic opening statement had her
worried.  Chase was worried as well, but let his sister continue.
   "Chase and I made a discovery a few weeks ago," Molly began.  "There was
a wonderful secret between us that neither of us completely understood
until we were forced to talk about it."
   "What did you discover?" Kathleen asked, intrigued.
   "That we love each other," Chase chimed in.  His nerves were rattled,
but saying it out loud to his mother was a liberating experience.
   "You love each other," Kathleen repeated.  "That's good.  Siblings are
supposed to love each other."
   "No, Mom.  We love each other," Molly said.
   Kathleen looked at her for a moment.  "As in, love-love?"
   "We're in love," Molly stated simply.
   Kathleen felt her legs get shaky and was glad she had followed Molly's
advice to sit down.
   "Baby, what makes you think that?" she asked, trying not to sound too
condescending.
   "Mom, I know you have an open mind, but you're going to have to open it
up all the way for this." Molly took a deep breath.  "I've dated a lot of
guys.  I've seen some good ones and I've seen some bad ones--mostly bad
ones," she admitted.  "Chase is one of the good ones; you know that.  But
he's even more than that.  He's the most loving, caring, sweetest, kindest,
most beautiful guy I've ever been with."
   "I know that sweetie, but he's your...what do you mean 'been with?'"
Kathleen asked, then immediately regretted posing the question.
   Chase and Molly looked at each other seriously before turning their
gazes back to their mother.
   Kathleen covered her mouth and her eyes grew wide.  "Oh, you're not
saying...you didn't...I...What are you saying?" Kathleen milked out every
last drop of denial she had in her.
   Molly nodded at her mother with a respectfully slight reassuring smile.
"We...did," she said slowly, watching her mother's eyes carefully.
   A long silence followed while Kathleen attempted to re-order her
shuffled deck.  The clues she had noticed here and there were now sharply
contrasted against the now-blurred reality of her family relationships. 
She needed to understand.  She needed to get her head around the events
that led up to this.  She held off judgment for now; she could exert her
authority any time she chose.  Right now she wanted questions answered.
   "You're both so beautiful and bright.  You could have anybody.  Why each
other?"
   "You answered your own question," Chase pointed out.  Molly put her hand
on his to silence him.
   "What he means is, when we think about having anybody, we think about
each other," Molly said.
   "But, how can you be in love?  What secret?"
   Molly explained in detail about receiving the anonymous letter from her
secret admirer, and how it was recently revealed that Chase had written the
letter, not as an admirer, but as an enamored, concerned brother.
   "The real secret, it turns out, is that I really was her secret
admirer," Chase concluded.  "I just didn't realize it at the time."
   "We've always loved each other, Mom.  We just needed the fog to lift in
order to see it.  Sometimes what you really want is right in front of you."
Molly desperately wanted to reach her, but could see by her eyes that
Kathleen wasn't convinced this was real.
   Kathleen grabbed both their hands and brought them together between her
own.  "Listen to me," she began.  "It's good that you love each other. 
Believe me, it warms my heart to know you do.  But you're young; you
have...urges.  It's important not to confuse the sibling affection you have
for each other with the lust induced by raging hormones."
   "Mom," Molly eyed her mother seriously.  "We're both adults.  We know
the difference."
   "I just don't think you have the perspective yet to know what a real
romantic relationship is all about."
   The comment incensed Molly.  If there was one thing she had, it was
perspective.  "Jesus, Mom!  Have you noticed the dickheads I've been out
with?  I was beginning to think that men had no other emotions besides
lust. If it weren't for Chase, I'd still be thinking I was a worthless
slut!"
   Molly took her hand back and wiped her eyes.  Kathleen glanced at Chase.
He looked down at the counter, trying to secretly blink back tears.  It
became apparent that there was something there between them.  She still
didn't fully understand it, but she knew it transcended normal sibling
affection.  Kathleen's head was spinning; she couldn't make sense of it. 
She felt like the more she said, the more she would push her kids away. 
She needed to gain her own perspective.
   She reached out and touched the cheeks of both her kids and brought
their heads to hers.  She kissed Chase on the lips, followed by Molly. 
"You know I love you.  I'll always love you.  We'll talk more."
   Kathleen got up and stirred the soup before she left the kitchen.  Molly
sniffled and looked at Chase.  "Well, that could have gone better," she
said.
   "Be patient.  This was a shock." Chase hoped his mother would somehow be
able to find some kind of acceptance, even if it was a reluctant
acceptance. The thought of creating an emotional distance from his mom was
a pain too overwhelming to think about.
   Jon made it home from work to find Kathleen setting the table for
dinner. "Smells good, honey.  Potato soup?"
   Kathleen nodded, giving him a kiss.  Her greeting kiss was longer than
usual and was followed by a tight hug.  "It's good to see you too, babe,"
he said with a slight laugh in his voice.  "Where are the kids?"
   "Oh, they're around.  Get comfy; it's ready.  Dinner!" she shouted to
the house.
   "Well, what did you two do today?" he asked, looking at Molly as they
sat down.
   "Chase and I went to the zoo."
   "Oh, really?  Was it fun?"
   Molly nodded.
   "You two have been really enjoying each other's company, haven't you?"
   They both nodded.  It was becoming an annoying theme.
   They all dug in, doing much more eating than talking.  The dinner table
was usually a lively place, with stories and opinions flying across the
table almost constantly.  But tonight the family was subdued.  The silence
didn't go unnoticed by Jon.  Something seemed amiss, but he couldn't put
his finger on it.
   "Everything okay?" he asked to nobody in particular.
   Kathleen shot Molly a glance, shaking her head almost imperceptibly,
imploring her not to bring it up.  "Everything's fine, Daddy," Molly said,
obeying her mother and delaying the inevitable confrontation.  "How was
work?"
   "Eh, easy day.  I'll be happy when Joe gets promoted to regional manager
and gets out of my hair." The conversation lingered on Jon's office
politics before Kathleen finally began clearing the table, prompting
everybody to go off to do their evening thing.
   Kathleen was anxious to talk to Jon.  She was feeling very lonely right
now with her new-found knowledge and needed to get this out in the open
with him.  She hoped he wouldn't fly off the handle, but he needed to know.
   The evening was getting late and Molly and Chase had settled into their
rooms for the night.  They had been pushing the envelope lately with their
middle-of-the-night trysts and both of them felt this was a good night to
chill.  Jon was in the master walk-in closet getting changed.  Kathleen
decided it was a good time to talk.
   "So, what's all the silence about?" he asked Kathleen as she came into
the closet.
   Kathleen gave a sigh.  "It's the kids."
   "What about them?"
   "You're not going to believe this," she said, turning around and walking
into the bedroom.  She sat down on the bed as Jon followed her into the
room.  "You're really not going to believe this."
   Jon looked at her expectantly.  "Chase and Molly...have developed..."
she thought about her words.  "...a new relationship."
   "I noticed they've been friendly with each other lately, but--"
   "They're more than just friends," she said cryptically.
   "What does that mean?"
   She paused.  She couldn't' believe they were even having this
conversation.
   "Kathleen?" he implored.
   "They told me they're in love."
   Jon burst out laughing.  Kathleen maintained a hard look until Jon's
laughter faded.
   "What does that mean?" he was serious now.  "In love?  How can they be
in love?"
   "They've had some kind of epiphany and now they can't get enough of each
other."
   "Well, that sounds kind of sweet."
   "You don't understand." Kathleen mustered the courage to drop the bomb.
"They had sex."
   "What?" Jon sat down on the bed next to Kathleen and put his head in his
hands.  "What?" he repeated, without looking up.  "How did this happen?"
   Kathleen shrugged.  "I thought I was in their business enough that I
would know what they were up to.  This came from left field.  Something
about a letter Chase wrote that revealed his true feelings for Molly, and
she fell in love with him," she said, nonchalantly waving her hands in the
air.
   Jon sat quietly for a moment.  "And how long has this been going on?"
   "I don't know for sure--probably a few weeks."
   "Wow.  Right under our noses.  And here I had been happy that they were
getting along so well!"
   "Me too!" Kathleen replied.  "I can't remember the last time Molly was
so contented.  I thought they had both found new relationships they weren't
ready to talk about yet.  I never would have guessed they were with each
other."
   Jon's analytical mind went into high gear, assessing the situation and
weighing the options.  Plan A would be to forbid this relationship from
continuing.  It was wrong, it had no future and they could cause damage to
the whole family.  He nearly resolved right then and there to go down the
hall and bring their lustful young minds to the light of reality.  But, Jon
rarely acted on impulse.
   He considered how Molly would react if they could somehow disallow their
relationship to go on.  She had a bad track record with men, and whenever
her parents tried to intervene, the situation always worsened.  She did
what she pleased in spite of her parents' insistence.  Letting it play out
might be the best solution.  It's not like they were a bad influence on
each other.  Perhaps it would run its course.
   Neither option was particularly enticing to Jon.  He tested the passive
approach with Kathleen.
   "Well, at least Molly's not dating an asshole," he pointed out.
   "Jon!  Your children are engaging in incest!"
   Jon shrugged his shoulders.  "What are we going to do, tell them to
stop?"
   "Well, what else would we do?" she asked, rhetorically in a grumbling
voice.
   "You know what happens when you try to direct Molly's love life. 
Remember that shithead Billy?  She went out with him at least two more
weeks after we forbade her to see him, just for spite.  Lucky she didn't
end up pregnant with a black eye."
   "It's just so wrong, Jon."
   "Well, I can't say I've ever heard of it being a good idea.  But, think
about how Chase treats his girlfriends."
   "He's a good boy.  Oh, Jesus!  I even told him that I wished Molly could
find a boyfriend like him!"
   "Does she deserve a boyfriend like him?" he asked.
   "Of course she does!" Kathleen spouted.  "Wait, what did you just do?"
She felt like Jon coerced her into agreeing with him.
   Jon laughed.  "I'm just saying Molly's done a hell of a lot worse.  My
heart has been broken more times than I can count."
   "You and me both," she agreed.
   "Think of it this way: At the very least, Molly will learn from Chase
how she ought to be treated.  He has love in his heart, Kath.  You know
he'll never hurt his sister."
   "So, you're saying let them be?"
   "I'm saying forcing them apart will force them away from us.  We don't
have to encourage this, but denying them each other could be devastating."
   Kathleen began to weep at the thought.  She wanted them closer, not
further away.  Jon was making sense.  She would have to relent for now or
risk damaging the most important relationships she had.
   Jon kissed her cheek, holding her head in his hand.  Kathleen hugged his
neck, reaching all the way around him to dry her eyes with her fingers. 
Jon went back to the closet to finish getting changed.
   Kathleen lay down on the bed for a while to mull it over.  There was one
thing she had to admit: She had no problem understanding what Molly saw in
Chase.  He was beautiful to the core.  She herself had even admitted to him
that she would be all over him if he wasn't her son.
   She was at least able to find some comfort in the fact that they were
good for each other.  Molly deserved someone who treated her right for a
change.  It would break Kathleen's heart to deny her that.  Molly and Chase
had been there for each other through much heartache.  Their love certainly
had a strong foundation.  She still wasn't able to accept that their
relationship was now romantic, but at least she understood why.
   Her heart compelled her to go talk to her kids some more.  She walked
down to Molly's room and gave a considerate knock before walking in.  Molly
was lying on her bed with her laptop.  "Hi, baby," she greeted her
daughter.
   "Hi," Molly responded, not knowing what her mom was going to do. 
Kathleen sat down on the bed and looked at her daughter.
   "I told your dad."
   Molly looked at her anxious eyes and awaited her sentencing.  "Is he
mad?"
   "Um, well...no, as a matter of fact, he isn't."
   Molly closed her laptop.  Her concerned expression turned to intrigue.
"What did he say?"
   "He said not to force you and Chase apart."
   Relief washed over Molly.  Her dad was the one that understood?  Her
bizarre family continued to amaze her.
   "That doesn't mean he condones what you're doing," she continued,
tempering her good news with reality.  "But we talked it over and decided
that you and Chase are capable of making your own decisions and are
responsible for the consequences."
   It was a left-handed blessing, for sure, but Molly readily accepted it.
She hugged her mom as tight as she could.  "I love you so much, Mom."
   "I love you too, baby, but sometimes you're a trial." Kathleen glanced
at the picture on the dresser mirror that Alicia had drawn.  "Love is not
complicated," she read.  "Is that you?"
   Molly nodded.
   "It's very pretty!  Who drew it?"
   "Alicia."
   "How would she know--"
   "She doesn't," Molly interrupted.  "She just knows I'm dealing with a
complicated love situation."
   Kathleen admired the picture for a moment, her eyes a little misty.
   She looked her beautiful daughter over.  She couldn't understand how she
ever took abuse from any man.  She could wield power with that body, yet
she consistently fell victim to single-minded men.
   "What?" asked Molly, feeling her mother's eyes on her.
   "Oh, just admiring your feminine grace.  You do know you're stunningly
beautiful don't you?"
   "Not as beautiful as you," Molly said, admiringly.
   "Oh, yes you are.  I have to work at it; you're natural.  And you're
smarter, too.  Never underestimate your worth, honey.  Any man is lucky to
have you in his life, even Chase."
   "Okay, Mom." Molly took her earnest compliments with a grain of salt. 
She was her mother, after all.  "I'm the one who's lucky.  Chase
is...amazing."
   "Can I read the letter?" Kathleen was dying to peer into the heart of
her son.
   "Of course!" Molly went over to her dresser.  Rummaging around in the
bottom of a drawer, she finally produced the letter and handed it to her
mom.  Kathleen read it carefully:
   My Dearest Molly,
   Few things in this world are worthy of my constant attention and
unending adoration, and you, my beautiful friend, are at the top of the
list.  Had I known how difficult it would be to approach such an amazing
girl like you, I would never have allowed myself to become smitten with
you. But, alas!  I have.
   You know me.  We see each other frequently.  We talk, we joke, we are
friends.  But, you don't know me like I wish you did.  My feelings for you
run much deeper than just being friends.  You are the first and last thing
I think of every day.  You are the first person I want to tell if something
good happens--or bad.  If you were to have the same feelings for me, my
life would be complete.  But I'm sure you don't.  I don't think it's
because I'm unattractive.  I don't think it's because I'm unintelligent.  I
don't even think it's because you don't find me charming.  The reason you
and I are not madly in love with each other is I'm simply not your type.
   Your boyfriends are sexy, drive cool cars and think you are the hottest
babe they've ever hooked up with.  All good things, right?  But what's
missing, Molly?  Have you ever felt loved?  Have you ever known in your
heart that your needs would be put ahead of his own, because he loves you?
Did you ever believe that someone would want to be with you even if you
weren't heart-meltingly beautiful--even if your breasts weren't those of an
angel, or your beautiful hips didn't form the most graceful feminine curves
ever drawn?
   This is where your boyfriends fall short and I stand tall.  I love you.
I've loved you for nearly as long as I've known you.  I will love you until
I no longer walk this earth.
   So this brings us to the burning question: Why don't I reveal myself to
you?  It's simple.  Telling you these things in person would likely
irreparably damage our relationship.  You would never think the same of me.
Our friendship would dissolve.  We would drift apart.  I can't have that.
   So, what I want for you is the next best thing: I want you to be in love
with somebody who loves you back the same way.  I want you to be with
somebody who knows the real you, and loves you anyway.  You deserve to be
loved, Molly.  I want you to do something for me.  Every new date you find
yourself on, ask yourself this question: Could this guy have written such a
letter to me?  Could he love me that much?  If the answer is 'no,' find
someone else.  Move on, because you will eventually find such a man.  He is
out there.  Settle for nothing less.  And who knows?  If I'm fortunate
enough to be the one you decide is worthy, then we will have both found
unending happiness.
   With sincerest love,
   Your Secret Admirer
   Kathleen dropped her hand to her lap, still clutching the letter, wiping
her eyes with her other hand.  "Oh my God, Molly!  Chase wrote this?"
   Molly nodded, her eyes growing misty just thinking about the words. 
She'd memorized the whole letter.
   "How long has he felt this way about you?"
   "Long time," Molly replied with a shrug.  "You see why I'm hopelessly
attracted to him?"
   Kathleen took her hand.  "I know, baby.  He's a lover at heart."
   "He's a wonderful lover," Molly said, slightly dipping into the topic of
sex.
   Kathleen smiled at her daughter.  She wanted to know what happened
between them, but it was still too awkward.  Still, she couldn't help
asking for a taste.
   "So, is he..." Kathleen began, but ended with an embarrassed smile.
   "Is he what?" Molly prodded, refusing to ease her anxiety.
   "Oh, come on!  You know, is he..." Ashamed, Kathleen felt her face
turning red.
   "Is he good?" Molly finally assisted with a smile.
   Kathleen nodded sheepishly.
   "Mom, he has the power to part the seas.  Sometimes I'm not even myself
when I'm with him."
   "Oh my God," Kathleen said under her breath.  "He sounds like your dad."
   Molly let out an uncontrolled giggle.  She felt like she had a pretty
good grasp on what kind of lover her dad was too, after secretly watching
them make love.  They were lucky women.
   "While we're on the subject of each other's' love lives," said Molly, "
I have something to say to you."
   "Okay?" replied Kathleen, unable to predict where she was going.
   "It's about Will and Sara.  Chase and I had a hunch you and Dad were
closer with them than you let on.  And he said he found out from you that
it's true."
   Kathleen looked down and smiled with embarrassment.  She had wondered
whether Chase would tell Molly about that.  In light of their current
relationship status, how could he not?  She nodded to Molly.
   "Mom, this is none of my business, but I think you could do better than
Will and Sara."
   "Ha!" Kathleen screamed out a solitary laugh.  She was expecting be
chastened by her daughter for her liberal lifestyle, but instead she was
being scrutinized on her choice of partners.
   "Chase told me about the strange sexual favors they want, and how
everything you do with them now is deviant." Molly continued.  "It sounds
to me like you're being used.  You two should be with someone who loves
you--someone worthy of your love."
   "Molly, we've known Will and Sara a long time.  We've gotten to know
their quirks pretty well.  I've come to...expect it, I guess, for lack of a
better word."
   "I'm not judging; it's just an outsider's perspective.  I want you to be
happy."
   "I'll take it into consideration," she said, her embarrassed smile still
plastered on her face.  "I need to go talk to your brother.  Love you."
   "Love you, Mom."
   Kathleen knocked on Chase's door and waited.  She was a little more
apprehensive about barging into his room than she was Molly's.  "Yeah?"
Chase said from within.  Kathleen walked in.  Chase took off the headphones
he was listening to and sat up on the bed.
   Kathleen sat down next to her son and looked at him thoughtfully.  "I've
just had two heavy conversations, and now I'm here to have a third."
   "Oh boy," Chase replied, preparing himself for the cold hand of justice.
   "Look, you two are adults and are responsible for your actions.  I hope
you are considering what this can do to you both emotionally.  Your sister
seems tough, but she's fragile."
   "She's been abused on the inside, Mom.  I know how fragile she is.  It's
partly why I love her so much."
   "She's been so unlucky, Chase.  I worry about her self esteem."
   "I want her heart to be safe, and her self-esteem to be high, but you
and I both know Molly's self esteem hangs by a thread.  She needs loved. 
You know I'll never hurt her."
   Kathleen couldn't counter a single thing he said.  There was almost no
point in even having the conversation; Kathleen knew his heart already. 
There was no need to be concerned whether Chase was aware of the gravity of
their situation.  He had a better grasp on it than any of them.  She felt
herself losing her resolve to impose her will on them.  Perhaps Jon was
right about Chase's ability to nurture their relationship.
   Kathleen marveled at her son's penchant for compassion.  His caring
empathy belied his age.  She knew he was right about Molly and had no doubt
he cared for her deeply.  Kathleen was overcome by a sudden wave of
affection for Chase and hugged him tightly.
   "I love you so much, baby," she whispered in his ear.
   "I'll never love anyone more than I love you and Molly," Chase said to
her.  Kathleen melted in his arms, trying to keep from weeping.  She
thought to herself, if this is what Molly feels like when she's with Chase,
then she's at his mercy.  It was a good thing Chase's heart was pure,
because he had control over hers.
   His mother's slender body felt good pressed against his.  Chase suddenly
felt strangely jealous of Kathleen's relationship with her swinging
partner. He nuzzled her neck with his nose and kissed her under the ear. 
Chase spoke on impulse.  "Mom, I don't want you to see Will anymore."
   Kathleen brought her face to his, touching noses and looking through his
eyes.  She gently nodded her head.  "Okay," she said.
   Chase felt a twinge of guilt for imposing such an intimate request on
her, especially in light of her generous acquiescence of his relationship
with Molly.  He had intended to be a little more subtle about it.  Still,
he felt relief at having said it.
   It was the flutter in Kathleen's heart that led her to oblige Chase's
demand so quickly.  She no longer had a desire to be with Will and Sara. 
Their companionship seemed less meaningful than it once was, as though a
bright light had suddenly swept over a shiny carnival game, revealing the
dingy reality hidden behind the shimmering facade.  Overcome by a
passionate impulse, she tilted her head and gave Chase a tender, long,
loving kiss on the lips--a kiss transcending a mother's normal love for her
son, a kiss that begged to continue, but couldn't.  She touched her
forehead to his and collected her wits.
   "Goodnight, baby," she finally said, weakly.
   "Goodnight, Mom," he replied.  Kathleen walked out of the room and shut
the door.  In the hallway, she stood for a moment, putting her hands on
opposite walls to steady herself.  She concentrated on breathing
rhythmically, keeping her knees directly under her.  She felt lucky to have
made it to the hallway before her legs gave out.  She didn't want Chase to
see the effect he had on her.
   ~ ~ ~
   Molly awoke the next morning with joy in her heart.  Their secret was
out and the world was in fact, still turning.  She could hear her dad in
the kitchen fixing breakfast for himself before he left for work.  There
wasn't much time this morning, but she felt like she needed to acknowledge
his faithful concession of their new-found love.
   She walked down the hall and found her dad standing in the kitchen by
himself, eating toast.  She smiled sheepishly at him in her nightshirt, her
fingertips touching nervously in front of her.  Jon smiled, drooping his
head down toward his plate.  He looked back up at his glowingly beautiful
daughter.  She said nothing as she tentatively approached him and slipped
her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest.  Jon hugged her
back.
   "I'm sorry for making things complicated, Daddy."
   "I love you, pumpkin.  I hope you know what you're doing," he said,
kissing the top of her head.  Her hair smelled clean.
   Molly put a palm on his chest, keeping her ear over his heart.  "I
don't," she said honestly.  "But, it feels right.  I've had a lot of
boyfriends.  Nobody has ever made me feel like Chase does."
   "Molly, your boyfriends have broken my heart more times than I ever
thought it could tolerate."
   "Your heart?" she said with surprise.
   "Of course!  Every time you have a breakup, or get mistreated, or bring
home a new guy I know is bad for you, a little part of me dies."
   Molly hadn't really considered her dad's emotional involvement with her
love life.  He seemed pretty thick-skinned and distant from her affairs. 
She immediately regretted any sleepless nights she had caused him.  "I'm
sorry, Daddy.  I know I've not made the best decisions."
   "There's no need to apologize, honey.  It's not about me.  It's just
that..." Jon's voice trailed off.  Feeling his daughter's soft feminine
figure pressed against his, he couldn't imagine any man ever showing
anything but love and kindness to her.  He swallowed hard, trying to put
out of his mind any thoughts of Molly being mistreated or used.  "I love
you so much," he finally said.
   Molly heard her father's heart beat faster in her ear.  She hugged him
tighter, thinking back a couple weeks ago when she and Chase spied on their
parents making love.  The gentle, loving touch he had shown their mother
with his hands was indicative of the gentle nature of his heart.
   "Run your fingers through my hair?" she asked of him.  She just wanted
to feel his fingers stroke her hair over her ears, just like what her
mother felt that night during an extremely intimate moment.
   Jon eagerly obliged, caressing the side of her head, gently pulling her
hair back, brushing loose strands over her ear, smelling her hair as he did
it.  Molly suddenly felt the comfort and safety that she had experienced as
a young girl, sleeping on her daddy's chest, his hands gently rubbing her
head, her thoughts anywhere other than worrying about boys.  She hadn't
felt that way for a long time, and wondered how she had gotten used to not
being physically close to her dad any more.  She decided she was going to
change that.
   Jon began to lose track of time, standing in that blissful embrace, with
his nineteen-year-old daughter pressed against him.  It felt really good to
be this close to Molly.  He hoped she would continue to want his comfort.
He glanced at the clock and noticed he was late.  "I've got to go,
sweetie."
   "I love you, Daddy."
   "I love you too, pumpkin.  We'll talk more, okay?"
   "I'd like that."
   ~ ~ ~
   Jon sat in his office thinking about what to do for lunch.  It was
looking like another dull meal at his desk from the company cafeteria when
Kathleen called.
   "Hey, hon," she greeted cheerfully.  "Are you free for lunch?"
   "You must have heard my thoughts; I was just wondering what to do."
   "Great, how about Sami's?"
   "See you in fifteen?"
   "Okay."
   The cool morning had not yet given way to the afternoon heat and they
chose a table for two on the patio.  Jon was eager to talk about the kids.
   "Are you still okay with letting this play out?" Jon asked his wife.
   Kathleen nodded.  After talking with both of them last night, she was
sure parental interjection would cause more harm than good.
   "I talked with Molly this morning before I left," he said.  "She's so
beautiful, Kathleen.  My heart is sickened every time I think of the way
she's been denied happiness in love.  She has profoundly changed recently.
I felt closer to her this morning than I have in years."
   "I've noticed it too.  It's good to see her happy." Kathleen understood
well the source of Molly's recent Joy.  She thought of how she felt
whenever she was in an intimate situation with Chase.  The change in her
pulse, the flush feeling, the weak knees.  "Chase has a strong influence on
her," she said.
   "I know; he seems to have a way with women, doesn't he?"
   "You have no idea.  Well, I suppose you have some idea; he inherited it
from you!  He has some kind of gift, Jon," she said with a laugh.  "His
subtle looks and touches have a hypnotizing effect, and he doesn't even
know it.  I get weak knees around him and I'm his mother!"
   Jon laughed.  "Kathleen!  Are you smitten with your own son?"
   Kathleen giggled, a little embarrassed.  "We have two remarkably
attractive kids, Jon.  It's no wonder they can't keep their hands off each
other." Kathleen sat thoughtfully.  "We need to be close to them--even more
than before.  I believe this is going to be healing for Molly, but I think
they are going to need a safety net."
   "I don't know how we can protect them without totally getting up in
their business."
   "You're right," she said with a sigh.  "This is going to be difficult."
   The waiter came to take their lunch orders.  Kathleen had so much on her
mind she could barely think about eating.
   She had avoided talking to Jon last night about their kids' requests
that they break off sexual relations with Will and Sara.  The night had
already been full of emotional discussions and revelation about Chase and
Molly's new relationship, and there simply was no room in her heart to
discuss this too.  But now she was ready to bring it up.  She had felt for
a long time that they needed a change, but maintaining the status quo had
been the easy option for them.  Breaking up was going to hurt.  The two
couples had become close, and remaining friends after ending their sexual
encounters would no doubt be awkward.  The best solution would be just to
not see them anymore.  She desperately wanted to hear what Jon thought.
   "There's something else I wanted to talk with you about," she said,
playing with her fork.  "The kids know about our extramarital
relationships."
   Jon nearly spilled his water down the front of him.  He set the glass
back down carefully and cleared his throat.  "And how do they know about
that?"
   "Well, I told you Chase and I got close when you two were gone.  He had
noticed the signs and he confronted me with it over dinner one night.  I
just couldn't keep it from him."
   Jon laughed, rubbing the wet spot on his shirt.
   "He was really wanting details, Jon.  Like the things we do, and whether
we feel jealous or not."
   "Jealous!  That's funny," he interjected.
   "And I ended up confiding in him some of the stuff that we do, including
the deviant sexual activities that Will and Sara have been wanting.  So, he
told all of this to Molly."
   "Okay, so what do our kids think of us sharing our love?" he asked.
   "Neither of them seem have a problem with the swinging itself, but last
night, both of them individually suggested that we break up with Will and
Sara."
   Jon sat thoughtfully for a moment.  "What do you think?" he asked her.
   "I feel like it's time for a change, but I don't see any way out of it
without some broken hearts."
   "I agree." Jon sighed loudly through his nose.  "There was a time when I
thought we would be with them forever; everything just fit together so well
with them."
   "Yeah, I don't know when things started to turn weird.  We've definitely
gotten ourselves into a rut," she said.
   "Rut is a good word," Jon agreed.  "The excitement has withered away and
I'm often left wondering why we're doing it."
   Kathleen got a tear in her eye, thinking about old times.  "I'm going to
miss them."
   Jon took her hand to comfort her.  "Okay, so I guess we're in agreement
that we need to end it.  How do we do it?"
   "We've got tennis with them this weekend.  Let's talk to them then.  I
think we need to sever social ties with them too, at least for now.  It
just wouldn't be the same." Kathleen squeezed Jon's hand.  "It will be
okay," she said reassuringly.
   A somber mood presided over lunch as they ate quietly.  Before parting
for the afternoon, Kathleen and Jon embraced in the parking lot, their
hearts already breaking at what they had to do.  They were feeling very
close at that moment, if even a little lonely together in their unique
situation.  Relationships with the people they loved most were changing
rapidly.  They were thankful for the one thing constant in their lives
right now, each other.
   ~ ~ ~
   Molly peeked out the window of the laundry room to see Chase working in
the garden.  It hadn't been weeded in a week or so and he was pulling new
sprouts.  She stood for a few minutes, watching his shirtless form bend
over in his athletic shorts and flip-flops, grabbing here and there.  She
leaned into the counter and pressed her lower body onto the edge, gently
stimulating herself.  She had done this before while watching Chase wash
his car, his sexy body sweating in the sun.  But back then she couldn't act
on her feelings and only ended up feeling guilty for looking at her
brother. There was no guilt today, only joy.
   Kathleen returned home from lunch and saw Chase working in the garden.
She sat for a second with the car still running and watched him.  He's such
a good boy, she thought.  She knew he did the unenviable chore of weeding
the garden solely for her.  The more he did, the less she had to.
   Kathleen was still feeling emotional after her lunch with Jon.  She knew
she would find some comfort talking to Chase.  She got out of the car and
walked out to the garden.
   "Baby, I said you didn't have to do that," she called out as she
approached.
   "I know.  I want to."
   Molly watched her mother approach Chase, still peering through the
window.  She saw her reach out her hand and touch his face.
   "Thank you for helping me like this," she said.  I couldn't ask for a
better son."
   "Is Dad mad at Molly and me?"
   "Well, no, surprisingly," she informed.  "In fact, it was his idea to
let you figure this out yourselves."
   "I've already figured it out, Mom.  I love her."
   Kathleen looked at her son, simultaneously afraid and happy her kids
were bringing each other so much joy.  "You know, baby, I have no doubt you
do.  It just scares me."
   "Don't be afraid.  Things will turn out okay," he reassured.  He didn't
really know how, but Chase had a feeling their path led to more happiness.
He didn't want his mother to worry.
   Molly watched out the window at her mother and brother talking
intimately.  Her mom was touching Chase's head, drawing him closer.  They
touched foreheads, still talking.  Chase put his arms around his mom and
rubbed her back.  They finally hugged tightly, with Kathleen's hand on the
back of Chase's head, her face buried in his neck.
   The slight movements of Kathleen's head on Chase's neck correctly gave
the impression to Molly that she was kissing him.  She brought her nose to
his and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.  They looked at each other and
kissed again, this time longer.
   "Oh, my God," Molly said under her breath.  She leaned harder into the
counter.  What she was witnessing was clearly strong physical affection
between her mother and her brother.  With her senses on fire and her heart
racing, Molly waited for their next move while they held each other a while
longer, looking at each other intently, and talking.  At length, Kathleen
gave Chase one more kiss on the lips before she broke their embrace and
headed for the house.
   Molly watched in a daze as Chase resumed pulling weeds.  Hearing her mom
come in through the garage, she finally snapped out of her hypnotic state
and quietly walked out the back door toward the garden.  She grabbed
Chase's hand and quickly pulled him around to the back of the shed next to
the woods, out of the view of the house.
   Molly said nothing as she dropped her shorts and panties to the ground.
She did the same to Chase as she stepped out of her clothes.  She put a
hand on his naked ass and drew his body into her, his flaccid penis
beginning to grow as it rubbed into her pubic hair.  She was overcome by
desire for her beautiful brother, catalyzed by the loving affection her mom
had just shown him.
   Molly lay back on the soft grass, pulling her stunned, naked brother by
the neck on top of her.  He was unaware why the mood had taken Molly right
at this moment, but he wasn't going to deny her what she obviously needed.
He kissed her as he worked his hard cock into her.  Little by little, until
Molly's juices began flowing at full capacity, slickening his member as it
finally achieved penetration of its full length inside Molly's young pussy.
   Molly had never gone from non-arousal to having her swollen womb filled
in so short a time.  It was one of the benefits of being loving
siblings--your lover is always around.  She gazed at his face as he fucked
her smoothly, up on his hands.  Molly lifted her knees up high without
looking away from his blue-gray eyes, making her sexy body as comfortable
as possible for Chase to thrust into.
   Chase loved Molly's spontaneity, even though she made him nervous
sometimes.  The air was dead calm between the shed and the woods and the
sound of his large cock spreading open and sliding through her slick canal
was like music to their ears.  He gazed at the pretty girl lying on the
grass, adoring the humps under her shirt.  He decided not to disturb her
clothing; she was beautiful enough as-is.
   Chase sat back on his knees and continued stroking her, admiring her
pretty vagina in the bright daylight.  Her smallish lips were smooth and
pale peach color, completely hairless, slightly disappearing as they folded
in with each downward thrust.  And each time he withdrew, her tiny, pink
labia minora clung to Chase's thick, glistening tool, beautifully, futilely
struggling to hold him in.
   Molly watched Chase's lustful eyes take their sex in.  She knew her body
did it for him.  It pleased her heart that she could please him.  She
looked down and watched the beautiful penetration with him, his long cock
disappearing into her vagina repeatedly.
   She pulled him down to her, bringing her mouth to his ear.  Molly
wrapped her ankles across Chase's ass and held down, persuading him to slow
the thrusting to a grind.
   "Do you know Mom thinks you're sexy?"
   Chase looked at her with a smile.  He nodded.
   "Do you think she's sexy?"
   Chase put his mouth to Molly's ear.  "Yes," he whispered back.
   "I watched you both through the window.  I know she wants you.  I saw
how she touches you, and the way she looks at you.  She wants to make love
to you, Chase.  Would you make love to her?"
   Chase looked at his sister.  Her expression was soft, benignly
inquisitive.  Where was she going with this?  He hesitated before nodding
slowly.
   "Would you show her what an amazing lover you are?  I bet you would make
her cum like you do me." The thought of Chase being loved by their mother
the same way she was loving him was taking Molly's sexual arousal to new
heights.  It was the oddest fantasy she'd ever had, and probably the most
arousing.
   Molly released his butt with her ankles and grabbed his buns with both
hands, thrusting him in forcefully.  "Fuck me hard," she hissed.
   Chase thrust harder and faster, their bodies slapping in the open air
behind the shed.  Molly uttered a long, sustained moan as Chase's hard dick
kindled the first spark of an orgasm deep inside her.  "Yeeeaaaahhh
harder!"
   She licked her lips and looked straight into his eyes.  "Fuck me like
you would Mom," she said softly.
   Chase looked at her seriously.  What she was saying was startling and
arousing him at the same time.  He wasn't sure what to make of it; it was
fantastically fringe.  He finally let her words take over, increasing his
excitement, allowing him to have a guilt-free experience of exploring the
attraction he felt toward his mother.
   "Fuck me like I'm Mom," she repeated.  "You know you want to.  You love
her, Chase.  She wants you." Her climax was peaking.  "Fuck me, baby!"
   Chase let her aberrant behavior take his arousal over the edge,
thrusting hard to help Molly over the top as well.  Molly calling him
'baby' was all he needed to hear.  Chase came inside his sister, pretending
she was his mother.
   Chase collapsed on her momentarily to gather his wits.  As reality set
in, his mind began to grasp the weirdness of the little game Molly was
playing, her kinky fantasy-by-proxy.  An embarrassed giggle escaped from
the half-naked girl underneath him.  He looked at her with a smile.
   "Did you do it?" she asked, smiling.
   "Did I do what?"
   "Pretend I was Mom!"
   Chase rolled his eyes.  "Yes!  Why did you want that?"
   "Oh my God, I don't know!  I was spying on you two through the window
just before I came out.  She was kissing on you and touching you so
lovingly.  There's so much sexual tension between you two, Chase!  The
fantasy just came up on me in a rush!"
   "Wow, bun!  This is heavy."
   Chase moved to withdraw from Molly's vagina.
   "Nooo!" she protested weakly, grabbing his butt to hold him in.  Chase
put his weight back on his hips, sliding back deep into Molly's slippery
cum-filled pussy.
   "Does it bother you that Mom and I have this tension?" he asked.
   "No.  Well, maybe a little.  But it's an unbelievable turn on!"
   "Why does it turn you on?"
   "It's just the thought of Mom loving you the same way I do!  You making
love to the woman I love most would just reaffirm our affection.  She's not
a threat to our love; she's an enhancement, an enabler even.  Do you know
what I mean?  I felt closer to her just now.  Isn't that weird?"
   "Yes, you're weird."
   Molly grabbed his hips and pushed him out.  Chase rolled over naked onto
the grass.
   "Take it back!" she said, twisting his nipple.
   "Ow!  Okay, I didn't mean it!"
   Molly lay her head on his shoulder for a while.  "I asked Mom to break
up with Will and Sara," she said at length.
   Chase opened his eyes and looked at the sky.  "So did I."
   Molly lifted her head and looked at him with wide eyes.  "Do you think
they will?"
   "I hope so.  I don't even like thinking about them anymore."
   "I know!  After watching the way Dad made love to Mom, I just couldn't
bear the thought of either of them being with somebody that didn't love
them back."
   Chase sat up on his hands.  "I feel the exact same way!" They stared at
each other, for a moment, both in deep thought.  Wheels were turning in
both their heads, but they said nothing more.
   Molly finally got up and slipped her shorts back on.  Chase lay naked on
the grass watching her brush the grass and leaves off her back and shake
out her hair.  She grabbed Chase's one article of clothing and started to
walk around the shed toward the house.
   "Hey!  Where are you going?  You can't keep those!"
   Molly turned around and held the shorts close to her heart, looking at
Chase with puppy dog eyes and sticking out her lower lip in a plead.  She
finally smiled and threw the balled-up clothing at him.  "Get back to work!
Who said you could lie around naked!" she scolded before heading for the
house.
   Chase smiled at his sister's beautiful figure walking away.  Molly was
continually full of surprises, blurring the line between fantasy and
reality.  Although she was unpredictable, he had to admit, she made things
exciting.
   Molly's mind was buzzing with the image of her mother and brother in a
loving embrace, gently kissing, almost precursing more intimate physical
contact.  Considering her relationship with Chase, it should have at least
caused some jealousy in her heart.  But, her heart right now wasn't feeling
jealousy toward her mom.  She didn't have a name for it.  It certainly
wasn't a bad feeling; it was more of an appreciation, a mutual empathy. 
She was sure her mother felt it for her as well.  Chase was clearly a
person to be loved.  Was there any other way to treat him?
   "Where have you been?" Kathleen asked as Molly walked into the kitchen.
   "Oh, outside," she said as nonchalantly as she could.
   "Oh, I couldn't find you."
   "I was out talking to Chase," she said, partially telling the truth.
   "In didn't see either of you out there."
   "He took a break," Molly said vaguely.  "He's been working hard in that
garden this summer, hasn't he?"
   "I know!" Kathleen said with a smile.  "He's such a good boy.  I told
him he didn't have to do that, but he keeps doing it anyway."
   "It's for you.  He does it because he loves you."
   Kathleen smiled.  "I know he does.  But my God, Molly, does he ever love
you!  I don't know what you've done to him, but I've never seen him like
this.  And this is coming from someone who watches his love life like a
hawk."
   Molly kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged her tightly.  "I love
him," Molly said to her mother.  "And I know you love him just as much."
   Kathleen smiled at Molly.  She was pleased to hear Molly acknowledge
their similar affection for Chase.
   "Chase will always have enough love for both of us," Molly said, kissing
her mother once more, this time on the lips.  She left her alone in the
kitchen.
   Kathleen understood at that moment why she had so quickly condoned their
relationship.  She could feel in her heart why Molly was so attracted to
him.  But, Kathleen didn't fully understand what Molly would really mean to
her relationship with Chase.  Nobody did yet.
   ~ ~ ~
   Chase awoke to daylight pouring into his room and footsteps in the hall.
His clock said quarter after eight.  It was an easy Saturday morning; he
wasn't needed at the pool until afternoon.  Molly pushed open his door,
looking not quite awake.  She said nothing as she climbed under the covers
and snuggled up against Chase's bare back, laying her head on half his
pillow.  The comfortable warmth of her brother's bed lulled Molly back to
sleep.  Chase lay for a while, quietly enjoying the touch of Molly's soft
body before he too fell back asleep.
   Neither of them moved for another hour, until they heard their parents
come into the house, back from their tennis date with Will and Sara.  Molly
reached around and took Chase's hand while they listened.  Jon and Kathleen
had been tight-lipped about this date, but the kids had a hunch they were
going to drop the bomb on Will and Sara.
   "What do you think?" Molly whispered to Chase.
   "I can't tell; nobody is talking."
   Activity could be heard, but Jon and Kathleen were silent.  The sound of
keys dropping on the counter, plastic bags rustling, a fridge door closing,
and then it all suddenly stopped.  Chase and Molly listened carefully to
the silence.
   "I know," said Kathleen in a subdued voice.  "I know," she repeated to
Jon's in audible words.  Kathleen sniffled.  Then, more silence.
   Chase looked at Molly for some kind of confirmation.  She just shrugged
her shoulders.
   Household noises finally resumed as Kathleen went about cleaning up the
kitchen and Jon headed out to the garage.  Molly kissed her brother's neck,
smoothing her own hair back over her ear.  She allowed her tongue to taste
his flesh, moistening his skin.  The wet touch of Molly's lips immediately
aroused Chase.  He reached up and caressed her hair while she loved on him.
He wasn't exactly comfortable doing this right now with their parents up
and about in the house, but he didn't have the will to stop her.
   She worked her way around his chin to his mouth and kissed him deeply.
Then, Molly stopped and looked at him with a smile.  She got up and headed
for the door.
   "Tease," Chase said to her back.
   Molly snapped her head around toward him with a grin as she walked out
of the room.
   Jon and Kathleen said very little to their kids all morning.  They
obviously both had their minds on something else.  Chase and Molly each
thought it best not to pursue what was on everybody's mind, and just let
the tension hold tight for now.
   Chase left for the pool shortly after noon.  He would be working to
close today.  Molly spent time in the house, reorganizing her room some and
straightening things in the kitchen, waiting for her mother to say
something about this morning.  Kathleen never moved beyond small talk, and
Molly, while disappointed that she wasn't finding out what she wanted, was
beginning to get a little concerned about her parents' state of mind. 
Still, she didn't press.
   "I've got some errands to run; do you need anything?" Kathleen asked
Molly.
   "Maybe just some more hair bands," she replied, wanting to say at least
something substantive to her mother.
   "Okay.  Have a good afternoon, baby," she said, kissing her daughter in
the cheek.  Kathleen clearly wanted to be alone, otherwise she probably
would have asked Molly to come along on a Saturday afternoon.
   Molly found herself alone in the house.  Jon was outside working in the
shed, busy fixing one of its doors, which was off the hinges and laid out
on sawhorses.  She waited for him to come in, hopefully ready to talk about
what was on his mind, but he didn't.  Molly finished cleaning her room and
decided to just go out and talk to her dad.  Maybe what he needed right now
was some support.
   "Hi, Daddy," she said, walking up to the shed.
   Jon turned around, surprised to see her out there.  "Hi, sweetie.  What
are you doing?"
   "I just wanted to see if you needed anything."
   "I'm good.  I'll be better when I get this door fixed," he said, wiping
the side of his face with his shoulder.
   "How was tennis this morning?"
   Jon sighed.  "Well, we didn't play much tennis," he said quietly,
looking down at the broken door hinge.  He looked up and faked a smile at
Molly.  "I guess you knew about the close relationship your mom and I have
had with Will and Sara?"
   Molly nodded.
   "We ended it today," he said.
   "How did it go?" she asked with a concerned voice.
   Jon said nothing, but looked down, shaking his head.
   "They didn't take it well?" Molly asked.
   Jon shook his head.
   Molly moved closer and took his hand, rubbing the back of it with her
thumb.  "Daddy?  Do you want to talk to me?"
   "I knew it would hurt," he said, choking back tears.  "Sometimes it's
hard to understand how much you love someone until you realize you've hurt
them.  It was completely unexpected.  They were devastated."
   Molly wanted to speak the right comforting words to her father, but the
bitter taste of guilt grated her tongue.  Why had they intruded into their
parents' affairs?  She had no business persuading her mother to
dramatically alter their love life.  The world had four more broken hearts
in it now because of her selfish meddling.
   "I'm so sorry," Molly said as she began to cry, squeezing her dad's
hand. She wanted to comfort him, yet her guilty conscience prevented her
from expressing any further consolation.  In desperation, she pled the case
for the breakup.  "Daddy, they didn't love you back," she said through the
tears.
   Jon instinctively hugged Molly.  He didn't understand her emotional
outpouring, but he needed to comfort her nonetheless.  He felt Molly's
warm, wet face against his own.  Her feminine sweetness drew down his stoic
masculine facade, inducing his own tears to flow.  He held Molly tight,
finally letting a gush of emotion free itself from his manly exterior.  The
release was immediately cleansing to his soul.  He wrapped his arms tighter
around his daughter's midsection.
   "I'm sorry, Daddy," Molly sobbed.  "I asked Mom to break up with them. I
never knew it would be so painful.  I started all this."
   "No, baby, you're right--they didn't love us back." Jon consoled,
allowing the tears to flow.  "This wasn't your fault.  This has been an
overdue change.  We just were afraid to do it until now."
   "I feel like I've really screwed things up for you.  Are you mad at me
for meddling?"
   Jon kissed Molly on the cheek.  "I'm not mad at you, baby."
   They held each other for a few moments, allowing the tears to subside.
Molly's guilt began to ease, thinking about how her father would no longer
be used by some other woman.  She nuzzled into his neck, maintaining their
embrace.  "I'm here for you, Daddy," she finally said, and kissed him
gently on the neck.  "Whatever you need." She kissed him again.
   Jon touched the back of her head in response.  He couldn't recall Molly
ever having kissed him like that before.  She didn't even know why she did
it.  It felt wonderful and taboo at the same time.
   Molly felt herself treading on new territory with her dad.  She had just
done something that obscured the boundary between a daughter expressing
love for her father, and inappropriate behavior.  She wanted to express her
love for him in ways beyond what he expected.  She felt safe in his arms,
like any affection she showed right now would be accepted by her loving
father.
   She inched forward onto the blurry line and rubbed her cheek tenderly on
his face.  The simple loving affection she was showing him belied a deeper
desire in Molly's heart.  She thought again of her father making love to
her mother, caressing her hair lovingly, gazing into her pretty eyes,
absorbing Kathleen's affection.  Molly gently kissed his ear.  She lingered
for a moment before touching her nose to his, their eyes closed.  The
intoxicating mix of unchecked sexual attraction and the insuppressible
comfort of being in the arms of the first man she ever loved was disrupting
rational thought.  Molly permitted unhallowed desires to take over.  She
tilted her head and gave her father a moist kiss on the lips.
   The kiss awakened Jon to the sensual path Molly was leading them down.
The quiet sound of her lips gently smacking in his ear, followed by the
light breathing from her nose had been gently coaxing Jon out of his
comfort zone of decency.  It felt wonderful, but it was also wrong, and he
knew it.  The sensual kiss was the last straw.  The desire to permit the
wicked sweet touch and loving sounds of his beautiful nineteen-year-old
daughter were suddenly trumped by Jon's need for normalcy.  He gently broke
away from her embrace, taking her hands in his.
   The blurred line suddenly refocused and Molly snapped back to reality.
"Oh my God, Daddy!  I don't know what came over me," she exclaimed,
stepping firmly back to the safe side of the line.  The hypnotizing memory
of her parents' lovemaking was having a strong impact on Molly's sense of
acceptable interaction with her family--first her far-out fantasy about
Chase and their mother, now this.  She hoped she wasn't spooking her men.
She felt embarrassed at making such a bold advance on her dad.
   "I know, baby" he said gently.  "It's okay." Jon rubbed the side of his
daughter's arms.  "Do you want to talk?"
   "I just want you to be okay," Molly explained.  "I know there is pain in
your heart right now.  I was trying to make you feel better and I guess I
got carried away."
   "Baby, it...does make me feel better." Jon was being perfectly honest
with her.  "It's not that I don't feel good being intimate with you, it's
just that I'm not comfortable with you kissing me like that."
   "God, I know!" she lamented.  "I'm such an idiot!"
   "No!" Jon implored.  He already felt bad for calling her out on her
risky behavior.  What would have been the harm in loving on each other a
bit?  It didn't matter now; he had already taken his stand.  Now he just
wanted to soften the embarrassment for her.  "I love you, pumpkin.  I love
that you care about me like you do.  You're a wonderful, sweet daughter."
   "Now you're just being a kiss-ass," she kidded with a smile.
   Jon laughed, admiring his daughter's typical practice of killing tension
with a snarky comment.
   "Can we talk about something else?" he asked.
   "What?"
   "Chase?" he prodded.
   Molly let go of his hands and leaned back against the wall.  "Are you
wanting to know why Chase and I are romantically involved?"
   "It's the question of the week," he said, trying not to sound too eager.
   "Daddy, he means the world to me.  I've always loved him.  No guy has
ever treated me the way he does."
   "But, sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl in the world!  You
could have any guy you wanted.  What is it about Chase that beats out other
guys that..."
   "That aren't my brother?" she said, completing his sentence.
   Jon nodded.
   "Because Chase treats me the exact same way you treat Mom."
   Jon took in the comment and tried to respond, but couldn't.  He had no
rebuttal to such a true, concise and irrefutable statement.  Molly
approached her dad again and hugged him, putting her mouth to his ear once
more.  "I'm sorry you're hurting, Daddy," she whispered.  "I know it will
get better." She left him in the shed to finish his work.
   Jon needed to sit down for a moment to reflect on what just happened. 
For a brief moment, he felt an immense sexual attraction to his
nineteen-year-old daughter.  She was kissing him like a lover would.  Her
soft voice, her beautiful feminine breath in his ear, her supple breasts
pressed against him, her sensual touch, all were adding up to what felt
like a seduction.  But, why would Molly do that?  The more important
question was, why did he enjoy it so much?  He was glad he stopped it when
he did.  Jon shook his head hard to slough off the thought, and went back
to work on the door.
   Kathleen arrived home late in the evening.  She had been keeping her
mind busy running errands all afternoon and evening.  She was cordial to
her kids and husband, but didn't have the energy to engage them in her
usual loving way.
   Molly and Chase talked softly as they watched TV in the living room,
waiting for some indication from their mother that she wanted to talk, but
Kathleen went to bed early after kissing them both goodnight.  The night
turned out to be an early one for everybody in the subdued house.  Jon
decided not to tell Kathleen about the excessive affection Molly had shown
him today.  They slept that night with half the width of the king-size bed
between them.
   ~ ~ ~
   The next day yielded little more from Kathleen, who seemed to be a
little depressed.  Chase worked another long day at the pool, sitting high
up in the lifeguard chair, with little else to think about but his mother.
During an afternoon break he texted his sister.  "Has she talked to you
yet?"
   "No," Molly replied.  "I'm worried about her."
   "Me too.  Maybe we need to just confront her."
   "Tonight, then."
   That evening, after dinner, Molly decided to get her mother alone to
talk.  If the situation was reversed, Kathleen would have ferreted out the
source of Molly's depression and resolved it yesterday.  Molly felt it her
duty to give her mother a shoulder to cry on.
   "Mom, come here for a minute," she said from her bedroom when she saw
her mother pass by in the hall.  Kathleen pushed open the door and came in
with eyebrows high to hear what Molly wanted.  Molly patted the bed,
encouraging her to sit next to her.
   Kathleen looked again at Alicia's drawing on the dresser mirror as she
sat down.  Reading the words in her head, she felt a familiar lump return
to her throat.  Molly touched her arm, rubbing gently.
   "I don't want to intrude," Molly began.  "But you've not been yourself
the past couple days."
   Kathleen forced a smile for her daughter.
   "Dad said you broke up with Will and Sara."
   "It didn't go well," Kathleen said.  "I'm sorry I've been so distant;
it's been a hell of a week."
   There was no denying that.  Molly couldn't help but feel responsible for
her stress this week.  She hugged her mom.  Kathleen immediately felt some
of the tension in her body melt away inside Molly's embrace.  Molly could
feel her soften.
   "Talk to me," Molly gently insisted.
   "You know the old saying, 'You don't know what you've got until it's
gone?'"
   Molly took her mother's hand.  "I've felt terrible the past couple days
for encouraging this."
   "Oh, Molly, don't feel--"
   "I'm not saying that because I want you to forgive me.  I've just hated
to see you and Dad in pain.  I believe you did the right thing."
   Chase gave a polite knock before walking in to join the women.  Without
saying anything, he climbed on his knees onto the bed behind his mother and
brushed the hair off her shoulders to give her a rub.  Kathleen felt even
deeper tension liquify and run off her back under the kneading of Chase's
strong hands.  "Ohhhh," Kathleen moaned.  "You are...so...good...Chase!"
   Chase and Molly shot a smile at each other.  They were both relieved to
hear Kathleen beginning to sound like herself again.
   Kathleen marvelled at how much better she felt by her kids' physical
touch.  What healing powers they had as adults!  She wondered why she
hadn't just gone to them immediately for comfort.  She would know better
next time.  She loved her kids in more ways than she could even count.
   "How did you leave it with them?" Molly asked.
   "I doubt we ever see them again," she stated.  Kathleen spoke without
emotion.  She had cried for two days straight.  Now, sitting in the
comfortable company of her kids, being intimately touched by her son, the
ordeal seemed a little less devastating.  "It's been an amazing
relationship, but it has run it's course."
   "What will you and Dad do now?" asked Molly.
   "Jeez, Molly!  Way to get right up in her business!" chastised her
brother.
   "I want to know these things!" Molly retaliated.  "Don't pretend that
you don't."
   Chase got off his knees and lay back on the bed, gently coaxing his
mother to scoot back with him.  Kathleen lay back onto Chase's belly
between his legs and rested her pretty head on his chest.  Chase stroked
her hair back off her forehead.  Molly lay down next to them and watched
Chase play with her hair.
   "It's just that Molly and I feel sort of protective of you and Dad now,"
Chase said.
   "You?" Kathleen said, surprised.  "Want to protect us?"
   "I know it's weird," Molly chimed in.  "But ever since we've known about
your secret love life, we've been uncomfortable with the idea of you being
used for sex."
   "I don't want you to be with anyone who doesn't love you," Chase told
her.
   Molly took Chase's hand in one and Kathleen's in her other.  She lay
comfortably on the bed, holding their hands while Chase continued to caress
his mother's face with his free hand.
   "Well, I don't think you need to worry too much; we won't be with a new
couple for a while, if ever."
   "Why not?" asked Molly.
   "These relationships take time to nurture.  We don't just go jump in bed
with the first hot couple that comes along!"
   "Oh, we just thought you were a slut-couple," Chase said, winking at
Molly.  With a smirk, Kathleen reached back with her free hand and smacked
Chase on top of the head.
   "Ow!  You'll pay for that!" Chase exclaimed, putting Kathleen in a
headlock.  "Molly, the feet!"
   Molly dutifully grabbed her mom's ankle and tickled the sole of her foot
until Kathleen pushed her away with her other leg, laughing uncontrollably.
Kathleen squirmed free of the headlock and got on her knees, facing Chase.
   "I'll make you both a deal," Kathleen declared.  "Your father and I will
promise to keep you in the loop of our love life if you promise to keep us
in yours."
   Molly and Chase smiled at each other.  "Deal!" they said simultaneously.
   Kathleen leaned forward on her knees to give Chase a kiss.  Chase
grabbed her face and held it while he kissed her softly, opening and
closing his mouth one time, exchanging a little wetness.  Kathleen,
reacting without thinking, opened her mouth as well.  Molly smiled
contentedly as she watched her mother be consumed by Chase's charm. 
Kathleen closed her mouth, realizing the inappropriateness of the kiss.  At
last he let go of her face, allowing Kathleen to climb off the bed, her
mind in a haze.  Molly sat up and held her hand while she got to her feet.
   Kathleen wobbled a bit.  "My God, Molly!" Kathleen whispered, beseeching
her daughter's shared affection for Chase.  She couldn't take her eyes off
the floor for fear of losing her balance.
   Molly giggled.  "It gets even better."
   Kathleen covered her mouth in response to such an impudent remark--not
out of embarrassment, but to hide the lustful expression that must have
issued from her face.
   Kathleen came to her senses at the door.  "Love you both; don't forget
where your own rooms are," she said, exerting a little authority as she
left.
   Molly sat back down and looked at Chase with a sly grin.
   "What?" he asked.
   "You mad lover!  I saw that kiss."
   "You said it turns you on," Chase pointed out.
   "It does," Molly replied.  "But you didn't do that for me."
   "God, it feels amazing to do that to her!" Chase exclaimed.
   "I think she likes it too." Molly laid down next to Chase, kissing his
chin before her lips met his.  Chase kissed her exactly how he had just
kissed their mother--softly, with a brief open and close of the mouth.  "I
don't think she would mind if you went a little further," Molly said
between kisses.
   Chase returned his own sly grin.  "What are you suggesting, Molly?"
   Molly shrugged.  The subtle hints and innuendo that were surfacing in
the family's everyday interaction was starting to keep her up at night,
fantasizing.  Was there something to the tension she perceived between the
four of them?  Or was it just in her twisted mind?  She was seriously
considering suggesting to her brother out loud what they had both already
been individually contemplating.  But, she wasn't ready yet.  "I'm not
sure," was all she would allow herself to say.
   Chase had a hunch he and Molly were thinking the same thing.  He decided
not to press; she would talk when she was ready.  He kissed her goodnight
before going to his own room.  He had a long work day tomorrow.
   Molly lay in her bed thinking about her parents' grief with their love
lives.  She hoped it would pass soon.  The sooner they were over it, the
sooner her conscience would be clear.  She felt like her mom was coming
around, but she wasn't sure about her dad.  She hadn't talked to him much
since their emotional conversation yesterday.  She resolved she would try
and talk to him some more tomorrow.
   ~ ~ ~
   To Molly's delight, her dad had taken Monday off and was doing some
light household maintenance today.  Kathleen was busy with laundry.  Molly
found her dad up a ladder, changing a chandelier light bulb in the foyer.
"Hi, Daddy!" Molly said, holding the ladder.
   "Hey, honey.  You're just in time.  Hand me that globe?" Molly grabbed
the glass globe and climbed a couple steps to hand it to Jon's outstretched
hand.  He installed it over the new bulb before climbing back down and
turning on the fixture.  "That's better," he said.
   Jon looked at his beautiful daughter, his mind going immediately to
yesterday when she kissed him.  A part of him wished he hadn't stopped her.
He felt an excitement like none he'd ever experienced.  If Molly was just
any girl, her sexual allure and sensual touch would be enough to pull him
into her.  But, she was his daughter.  And since having his own daughter
was out of the question, her forbidden love was made ever more darkly
tantalizing.  The best thing he could do was just to drop the thoughts
completely and not torture himself, but he couldn't.  He couldn't get the
memory of her lips on his neck out of his mind.
   He thought about what she had said yesterday about Chase.  Jon felt an
ease that he wasn't expecting.  He was suddenly comforted by the knowledge
that it was Chase with whom Molly was romantically involved.  Chase was the
one loving her; not some moronic, abusive douchebag.  He understood
precisely what Chase saw in her.  Molly deserved to be loved by a man who
appreciated her.  Chase loved her.  Chase loved her like he would, Jon
thought.
   Molly saw a faraway look in her dad's eyes.  She took his hand to gently
get his attention.
   "Are you okay, Daddy?"
   "I'm fine, pumpkin.  Are you going to help me?"
   Molly imagined he needed the love and affectionate attention that she so
desperately wanted to give him.  He was asking for her help.  "Yes, Daddy.
Whatever you need."
   "Great!  Grab my drill from the back porch and meet me in your room. 
I'll get the ladder."
   "Oh, okay," she replied, snapping back to reality.  She realized her
mind had only one track lately.
   Jon set the ladder up by Molly's bedroom window and climbed up to
inspect a loose curtain rod.
   Kathleen had been folding laundry in the master closet and had emerged
into the hall to make another trip to the dryer when she heard her husband
and daughter talking in her room.  Eavesdropping was not something Kathleen
ever desired to make a practice of, particularly in the open, communicative
household they kept, but something about the tone of the conversation she
heard in the room gave her pause at the door.
   "Daddy, can I make an observation without being too nosy?" she asked,
handing him the drill.
   "Okay, go ahead."
   "You and Mom haven't been your usual loving selves toward each other. 
Are you two okay?" she asked.
   She was right.  He should have figured Molly would be well tuned in to
her parents' intimacy, being the sensual person that she was.  He thought
about the question.  "We just don't know for sure," he answered.  "Our
relationship will be different now."
   "What do you mean?" she asked.
   He shrugged.  "We've sort of entered a new phase.  We are used to having
Will and Sara in our lives--intertwined in our love.  It's not that they
came between us, but without them we both feel a void.  It will take some
time to adjust to being a little more alone."
   "I hadn't thought of it like that," Molly admitted.
   "Honestly, I think we're happier in love when we're sharing it with
others."
   The very idea that her parents were actually worse off emotionally after
the break up was a shock to Molly.  She had only foreseen the obvious
benefits of getting rid of a needy couple.  Now there was the emotional
aftermath that Jon and Kathleen were going to have to deal with.  Her heart
was aching for them.
   Kathleen got teary eyed hearing Jon sum up the cause of her heartache.
She quietly stood in the hall with her fist pressed against her lips. 
Their new love reality was difficult to ponder.
   Molly said nothing but took her father by the hand.  As he turned to
her, she grabbed the other, interlocking fingers of both pairs of hands. 
She moved close to him and lay her head on his shoulder.  She wanted
desperately to soothe away the anxiety of missing a loving partner.  She
wanted to love on him, to kiss him, to comfort him with her mouth.  She
fought the impulse, still ashamed about what happened yesterday.  "What can
I do to help you feel better?" she asked softly.
   "You're already doing it," he said honestly.  His beautiful daughter
touching him with her body was bringing about the same wonderful illicit
feeling he'd felt yesterday.  His prudential sensibilities were somewhat
diminished today and he permitted himself to lean in to her, causing her
soft breasts to mash into his chest.
   Molly noticed her dad's defenses were more relaxed than they had been
yesterday.  She didn't want to press her luck, but she couldn't resist
giving him another nibble on the neck.  Slowly, tentatively, she kissed him
lightly.  To her elated surprise, he returned the favor, kissing her on the
shoulder, where the wide collar of her shirt was allowing skin to be
exposed.  Feeling her father's lips on a place usually reserved for a
lover's kiss made Molly's heart skip a beat.
   Kathleen was taken aback at the sounds of sweet affection she was
hearing from the room.  She wanted to peek in, but she didn't dare.
   "I'm here for you, Daddy, " Molly whispered tenderly in his ear before
giving him another kiss on tender skin, this time just under his ear and
with an open mouth.  Jon exhaled audibly at feeling the sensual wetness and
she squeezed his hands in response.  Jon kissed her again, this time higher
up on the neck, opening his lips slightly and imparting his own wetness.
   Molly decided the time was now to find out if Jon would accept more
serious advances.  She needed to be physically close to him and to
demonstrate her sincere affection with her lips.  Her apprehension was
dissolved at his tender responses.  If he was going to reject her now, she
would accept it, and she knew her dad wouldn't hold it against her.  She
desperately hoped he would welcome her affection.  She needed to comfort
him.  She needed to love him.  She needed to kiss him.
   Still holding hands, Molly brought her lips to his without warning and
eagerly kissed him.  Jon softly inhaled in surprise at the sudden rapid
progression of their affectionate exchange and accepted Molly's tongue into
his mouth.  The taste of his beautiful daughter was as sweet and appealing
as any kiss he'd ever been given.  He kissed her back just as ardently,
driven by sheer desire, governed by a deep desire to accept the love Molly
proffered.
   Kathleen heard the quiet smacking of lips as the two kissed.  She heard
Jon's breathing grow louder as his nose struggled to get enough oxygen, his
mouth too busy kissing his daughter.  Her teary melancholy mood gave way to
anxious curiosity as she listened to the sounds of the loving exchange. 
Where did this come from?  The whole time she was battling her own lustful
urges with Chase, she hadn't paused to consider that maybe a similar
attraction existed between Jon and Molly.  She couldn't decide if she
should be upset that this was going on behind her back, or be glad that
they were finding comfort with each other.  She had to remind herself that
her little exchanges with Chase were not something that she had yet
confided in Jon.  It wasn't that she was hiding her affection for her son,
it's just that she still didn't quite know what to make of it.  And now she
didn't know what to make of this.
   Jon let go of Molly's hands and gently held her face while he kissed
down to her chin, licking tenderly down her neck.  Her young skin tasted so
good in his mouth.  Finally kissing and loving on the beautiful girl he'd
watched go off with the wrong man countless times was undeniably
satisfying. He kissed her on the mouth again, showing her with his lips and
tongue how much he cared for her.  She would always find protection with
him; he wanted her to know that.
   As he kissed her, delighting in the pleasure of loving on a beautiful
young girl, a twinge of guilt began cast a shadow on Jon's soul.  This was
going beyond taking comfort in his daughter's loving touch.  This was
lustfully reveling in her young body.  He was enjoying it too much.  Using
her sexually was unthinkable.  He needed to think about this turn of events
thoroughly before proceeding.  If he didn't, he would be no better than the
douche bags that had used her in the past.
   He took Molly's hands again and stepped back.  Jon took a deep breath
and gathered his thoughts.  Molly looked at him quizzically.
   "We have to slow down.  I know it feels good, but we shouldn't be doing
this.  We should probably get this curtain fixed," he said to her.  Jon's
heart was beating rapidly, his hands shaking.  He had just forced himself
away from the sweetest, most clandestine initiation of lovemaking he'd ever
experienced.  How was Molly able to break down the barriers so easily?  He
wanted her.  He mustn't give in to his dark desires.  He mustn't fail as a
father.
   "Okay, Daddy," Molly said, a little shocked herself that things had
gotten so hot so quickly.  They didn't talk any more.  Molly helped her dad
take down the curtain and held the ladder while he drilled holes in the
wall to hold the anchors that were now necessary to hold up the curtain
rod. Jon and Molly arranged the curtains again after the rod was securely
in place.  Jon folded up the ladder and grabbed his tools, heading for the
door.
   Kathleen quietly walked back to her room.  She wasn't going to confront
them now.  She needed to think about it for a while.  She wasn't angry with
Molly.  She wasn't even angry with Jon.  But they were definitely going to
need to talk.
   Molly touched his arm.  "Daddy, I'm..." she began.
   "I love you, pumpkin," he said before she could get out what she wanted
to say.  If she was going to express regret, he didn't want to hear it.  He
felt just as guilty.  Jon left the room in a hurry.  Molly sat down on her
bed, thinking about what had just transpired.  She looked at the floor. 
The impressions two pairs of feet facing toward each other could be seen in
the carpet.  She put her bare feet on them and lightly scuffled back and
forth, gently rubbing them away.  She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
   Kathleen continued working on the laundry and finally finished for the
day before starting dinner.  Jon silently peeled the potatoes at the sink.
Kathleen wanted to ask Jon what he was thinking, but the time wasn't
appropriate.  Jon had been very quiet ever since the episode today and she
didn't let on that she knew anything.
   After dinner, Chase and Molly both went to the basement home theater and
put on a movie they'd both seen before.  They watched with the volume low.
   "Mom and Dad are lonely," Molly said after a while.
   Chase looked at her.  He had a line on Kathleen's state of mind, but not
so much Jon's.  "What does Dad think?"
   "He just seems sad.  He's more serious than normal."
   "He's still upset about the breakup, probably," Chase offered.
   "Yes, but it's more than that.  Now he has something on his conscience,
and it's my fault."
   "What?"
   Molly lay back on the armrest of the sofa.  "I kissed him."
   "I take it you mean more than a peck on the lips," Chase surmised.
   "I felt so bad for him!  He was telling me about the breakup and I
wanted to make him feel better.  It was the sweetest thing I could think of
to do.  So I hugged him, and I kissed his neck, and I kissed him on the
mouth.  It was a real kiss."
   Chase looked at Molly, thinking about what this revelation meant. 
"So...What did he do?"
   "He kissed me back.  And then he put a stop to it.  I think I made him
uncomfortable."
   "Imagine that!" Chase said a little snarkily.
   Molly lightly kicked him on the thigh.  "Does it bother you?"
   Chase rolled up onto his knees and crawled over to Molly.  He kissed her
deeply, caressing her tongue lovingly.  Molly grabbed a tuft of hair on the
back of his head while she feverishly returned the affection.  Chase
stopped and touched noses with her.  "No," he answered.
   Chase sat back down on the sofa and Molly scooted over to him, resting
her head on his shoulder and putting her arm around his belly, mindlessly
watching the movie.
   Chase spoke at length.  "What should we do with them?"
   "We should help them.  They need something more than they can give each
other."
   "They need it now more than ever.  I can't stand to see them hurting."
Chase added.
   Molly felt her heart quiver thinking about what could happen with the
four of them.  It was such a golden moment of resolution, she didn't even
want to say it out loud for fear of spoiling it.
   "Do you think they'll accept us?" she asked.
   Footsteps could be heard coming down the basement stairs.  Kathleen was
looking for her kids.
   "Only one way to find out," Chase answered.
   "There you are!" Kathleen said happily.  Chase and Molly separated
enough to invite their mother to sit between them.  She eased into the sofa
and her kids closed back in on her.
   "Oh!  You two feel so good!" She really did feel an emotional high being
in physical contact with her kids.
   "How are you doing, Mom?" asked Chase.
   "I'm okay," she said casually.
   "What about Dad?" he responded.
   Kathleen shrugged dubiously.  "I don't know.  I think he'll be okay. 
Molly apparently lifted his spirits today."
   "Did Dad tell you?" Molly asked, a little surprised at her mother's
candor.
   Kathleen nodded.  "We just now talked." She decided not to mention the
fact that she had heard the whole thing happen from the hall.  It didn't
matter now anyway.
   "You don't seem too upset," Chase observed.
   "Are you upset?" Kathleen asked, turning to her son.
   "No."
   "He was feeling comfort from you, Molly.  You have a healing touch. 
Both of you do."
   Molly was pleased to hear that her affections had the desired effect.
   "But, his conscience got the better of him," Kathleen went on.  "He's
not comfortable with the extreme affection.  It's wrong to be having
feelings like this for your kids."
   "But, what if your kids want you to have those feelings?" Molly asked
innocently.
   "It doesn't ma--" Kathleen began, but was interrupted by Chase.
   He kissed her open mouth without warning in mid-sentence.  Chase didn't
even wait for her to kiss back, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly,
caressing his mother's lips with his own.  Kathleen sat between her
children, stunned, allowing Chase to kiss her deeply as she touched tongues
with him for the first time.  Kissing Chase like this felt like an enormous
gate that had been blocking the path was lifted out of the way.
   Molly watched the exchange in blissful dazed silence as Kathleen
involuntarily grabbed her daughter's wrist, as if grasping for a piece of
the outside world to hold on to before her son's insurmountable gravity
pulled her all the way in.  Molly put her hand on Kathleen's and held it
while she kissed her son.  Chase touched his mother's face and brought his
mouth to her ear.
   "We know you're still hurting and we want to make it better," he said
quietly.  "We want to ease your pain.  Let us love you like you want us
to."
   As Kathleen sat there listening to her son declare their intentions,
calm serenity washed over her.  She was truly at ease with what her son was
suggesting.  She had been melted into submission by Chase's loving lips. 
She felt Molly bring the hand she was still holding to her chest.
   Chase continued his gentle persuasion.  "I want to be with you.  Let me
be with you." He lightly bit her earlobe.  "Let me love you." He was
whispering now.  He kissed her gently on her neck, on her ear, on her face
and back to her lips.  Kathleen lovingly slipped her tongue back into his
mouth.  He tasted perfect, his breath as sweet as honey, his words like
rose petals caressing her ears, his tongue like juicy, tender fruit.  She
was ready let him in--to give herself completely to him, save for one
thing: Jon must consent.  This was the one irrevocable rule they had always
followed.  If all four people were not completely okay with the situation,
the open loving could not exist.  Open communication was the cornerstone of
their marriage.  She wouldn't risk cracking the foundation of their
relationship by hedging that rule.
   Chase continued gently kissing her, alternating between her lips and her
ear.  "Will you let me comfort you?  Will you let me love you?" He
whispered very quietly, almost inaudibly, "Will you let me make love to
you?"
   Kathleen thought she heard him correctly.  She gave him a long pensive
look into his blue-gray eyes before nodding an almost imperceptible 'yes.'
She put her hand on the back of his head, kissing him again.  Molly watched
the whole exchange with breathless attentiveness.  Seeing her mother answer
Chase's prime question in the affirmative filled her heart with nervous
joy.
   Chase found his sister's hand while still kissing his mother and
squeezed it.  They silently rejoiced together at their mother's assent. 
Chase disengaged from his mom's mouth to find Molly's.  They kissed
tenderly in celebration.
   Breaking the kiss allowed the cloud around Kathleen's head to evaporate
somewhat.  She watched her two kids lovingly kiss each other.  It was the
first real display of affection she'd observed between them.  It looked
strange and beautiful at the same time.  "Of course, your dad has to agree
to this," Kathleen reminded them.
   Chase and Molly both looked at their mother and nodded compliantly. 
Kathleen leaned over to Molly and pulled her head into her, nuzzling into
her ear in a show of motherly affection.  "I love you," she said to her
daughter.
   She got up from the sofa and headed upstairs to talk to Jon.  Kathleen
was almost beside herself with impure thoughts of her son.  The indecent
proposal he had just whispered in her ear was on the fringe of lunacy, an
idea borne of the most obscure lustful fantasy, yet her panties were now
wet from the incredible arousal she was enjoying.  How could something so
clandestine feel so warm and beautiful?  So perfect?  Kathleen was beyond
allowing her conscience to step in.  The allure of her sexy son and his
perfect kisses was now conducting her thoughts and actions.
   She found Jon lying in bed reading the paper.  She went to the closet
and stripped her clothes off, throwing them in the hamper.  She ignored her
nightgown and headed back into the bedroom naked.  Jon glanced at her as
she quickly slid under the sheet and snuggled up next to her husband.  She
kissed his shoulder.  It was the first show of affection either of them had
afforded since the breakup with Will and Sara.
   Jon dropped his paper on the floor, ready to respond to Kathleen's
loving advance.  He typically went to bed naked and was ready for Kathleen
when she slipped a leg over him and slid her body sideways until she was on
top of him.  She wanted to talk about the kids, but she wanted him inside
her even more.  Her vagina was swollen and wet and wanting filled.  She put
her knees on the bed and rocked backward, accepting the full eight inches
of Jon's wide cock into her slippery pussy on the initial stroke.
   Jon was surprised and delighted at Kathleen's readiness for sex.  He
loved the nights her pussy was extra wet.  He leaned up and slurped up the
sweet pink nipple of Kathleen's C-cup left breast.  They were smallish for
a C, but looked stunning on Kathleen's slender frame.  He loved her small
tits; they were elegantly perky and matched her personality.  He sucked the
other one with equal attention.
   Kathleen kissed his neck as she rode his cock.  They both had been
incredibly turned on today and both now felt a need for each other.  It was
a wonderful feeling being together again, but they both were having
pleasant thoughts about the time they had spent with their kids today. 
Kathleen decided to bring it up right this moment.  She pushed down until
his cock was buried in her and held it there while she looked him in the
eyes.
   "I just talked to the kids," she whispered.
   Normally, bringing up the kids at such an intimate moment would have
seemed off-the-wall to Jon, but right now he wanted to hear what she had to
say.  "What about?" he asked.
   "We talked about the kisses."
   Jon nodded.
   "They've been seducing us, Jon."
   "I noticed," he said with a smile.
   She stroked a few times on his cock and kissed him.  "They have both
felt guilty for encouraging the break-up.  They feel like loving on us
brings us comfort."
   "Does it you?" he asked.
   Kathleen smiled and nodded.
   Jon smiled back.  "Me too.  Molly has a healing touch, like her mother."
   Kathleen grinned wider at his compliment.  She leaned down and nibbled
his ear while she ground her hips.  "They both do.  They each have a
staggering capacity for love and empathy.  I know exactly why they are in
love with each other.  They're perfect lovers, Jon."
   Jon nodded.  "They probably believe that nobody else is good enough for
them."
   "For now, they may be right," she pointed out.  "They just feel lucky
that they realized their love.  And they have a lot of love to give. 
That's why they've been so friendly with us lately."
   "What are you getting at, exactly?" he asked, suspiciously.
   Kathleen stopped grinding and looked at him seriously.  "Our kids just
made a suggestion to me that we take our relationships with them further."
   Jon looked at her, his eyes growing wider as his brain assembled the
meaning behind that statement.
   "You mean..." he was too embarrassed to even say it.
   Kathleen said it for him.  "They want to be our new love-sharing
couple."
   Jon looked at the ceiling.  "Oh my God," he uttered in disbelief.  "They
want us?"
   Kathleen nodded and waited.
   "Why would they want us?" he asked.
   "Um, well, okay, look at us!" she giggled.
   Jon didn't know why their kids would want someone more than twice their
age, but looking into Kathleen's eyes, he didn't need to ponder that
question long.  He understood the attraction between all four of them on
some primal level.  Nevertheless, it was too far out to even consider.  It
was time to nip this idea in the bud.
   "Jesus, Kathleen!  This is going too far.  This is the most far out idea
I've ever heard of.  It's beyond crazy."
   "I have to admit, it's the strangest thing I've ever considered."
   "You've considered it?" he asked incredulously.  "We can't do this. 
It's completely unacceptable.  I mean, playful kissing and flirting is one
thing, and even that was pushing the boundaries, but this?  This erases the
boundaries completely.  The emotional aftermath of such a thing can't even
be pondered.  You agree, right?" He was steadfast in his resolution.
   Kathleen's shoulders drooped at the rejection.  Her disappointment was
harsh, but brief as she realized the foolishness of the idea.  "No, you're
right," she said.  "It would be make things difficult between us."
   "It would twist our relationships into a complicated emotional pretzel,"
he said, more eloquently.  "It's bad enough that they are doing that with
each other.  We don't need to add fuel to that fire."
   She had no choice but to agree with her husband.  They acted together or
not at all.  There was no gray area with that.  Kathleen rolled off Jon,
pulling off of his waning erection.  The mood had evaporated in the heavy
discussion.  She knew he was right.  She had let Chase's charm and Molly's
soothing touch get the better of her.  They were so beautiful, she thought,
but very dangerous together in the power they held over her.
   "We need to stop with the playful teasing kisses.  It's a dangerous
game. I'm not comfortable with anything other than loving parental contact
from now on," he said.
   "Oh, it's just having fun--"
   "Kathleen!  Look where it led us!  It's time we started acting like
parents again."
   Kathleen relinquished a nod.  That was that.  She got up and went to the
closet to get a nightgown.  She lay back down without speaking and turned
off the light.  The small steps out of the cellar of depression she'd taken
over the last couple days were suddenly negated in one crushing refusal.
   ~ ~ ~
   Molly nervously busied herself the next day with housework.  She and
Chase had each retired to their rooms last night in the hopes of their
parents accepting the idea of sharing their physical love.  She had woken
up several times during the night with it on her mind.  What had come over
her?  Being a shoulder to cry on and a comforting body to love had become a
mission for her.  She knew what she was going to do for her dad.  She knew
her mom would benefit from Chase's loving care.  She had a desire, a need,
a compulsory duty to restore peace to her parents' troubled minds.  She
would make her dad forget Sara.  It would be beautiful!
   Her dad worked late and there was no family dinner.  Kathleen had spent
all evening reorganizing her closet and seemed too distant to bring up the
burning subject.  Molly opened a can of vegetable soup but didn't have much
of an appetite.  She picked at about half a bowl before throwing the rest
out.  She desperately wanted to talk to her mother.
   Late in the evening, she joined her brother on the basement sofa and
watched him play video games.  "Has Mom said anything?" she asked Chase.
   He shook his head.  "She hasn't let on one way or the other.  It's like
we're awaiting a sentencing or something."
   "I know!  The anticipation is killing me!  Are you ready for whatever
they decide?"
   Chase looked at her.  He wasn't sure of his answer.  He would
reluctantly accept a rejection from them.  On the other hand, what if they
said yes?  He knew it would take them to a wonderful place, but had his
relationship with Molly reached firm enough ground to withstand a massive
upheaval?  He hoped so.  He was almost positive it would bring them closer.
Together they were going to help their mother and their father find joy
beyond their wildest dreams.  They had the ability and the desire to give
them unspeakable pleasure.
   "Whatever they decide, we have each other, Bun," he finally stated
noncommittally.
   "That's sweet.  Just cheesy enough to go on a card; do you work for
Hallmark?" she teased.
   Chase smirked.  "Oh, were you being funny just then?"
   Molly scooted closer to her brother so their hips were touching.  She
lay her head back on the sofa, touching his.  "What do you think has gotten
into us?" she asked, staring at the wall.
   Chase stopped playing the game and considered it for a moment.  It was a
simple question with serious connotations.  What were they trying to do? 
Was this to quench their own twisted carnal thirst?  Was this a mercy
mission?  Did they really know what they were doing?  All he was sure of
was it felt right.
   "I don't know why, but I think we were meant to do this for them," he
answered.  He knew it sounded like another cheesy cliché, but he had no
other answer.
   "I think you're right," she agreed, to Chase's surprise.  Molly sat
awhile longer before turning her head to Chase's ear.  "I love you," she
whispered.  With that, she got up and headed for bed.  Chase followed not
long after.
   As Jon slept, Kathleen was contemplating stopping her closet cleaning
for the night and going to bed.  Hearing Chase come up the stairs a few
minutes after Molly, Kathleen decided she'd better break the news to her
kids.  She walked up behind Chase in the hall and took his hand, pulling
him into Molly's bedroom.  Molly was under the covers but hadn't turned off
her light yet.
   Kathleen and Chase sat down on the bed next to Molly, who eyed her
mother expectantly.  Kathleen's face was sober and unemotional.  "Your
father and I talked about what happened last night.  After serious
discussion, we both agree that what has been going on between all of us
needs to stop."
   The words pierced Molly's heart.  The glimmer of hope she had that her
parents would grasp their affectionate offer was fizzling out.  She knew
her parents needed her; why couldn't they see that?  She fought off tears.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Mom."
   Kathleen was doubting her steadfastness in this decision.  Nonetheless,
she needed to hold up the resolution she and her husband had agreed to. 
"I'm sorry," she said.  "I know you want this, but it's wrong on so many
levels."
   "How can it be wrong when it feels so right, Mom?" Molly persisted in
pleading her case.
   "You know it's wrong," Kathleen admonished, making an easy point.
   "You know you want to," Molly countered.
   "It doesn't..." Kathleen stopped abruptly, feeling her emotions getting
ready to take over.  Her stoic face contorted into a grimace as she
relinquished the tears she had been holding in all day.  "It doesn't matter
what I want," she gushed.
   Sensing a gap in his mother's defense, Chase put a comforting arm around
her.  She lay her head on his shoulder.  Chase could either help his mother
defend their resolution, or help his sister whittle away at it.  In the
end, it didn't matter, he thought.  Their dad was behind the final decision
and no amount of convincing Kathleen would change that.  He sat quietly,
rubbing her shoulder.
   Kathleen felt the bittersweet tingle of Chase's loving touch caress her
soul while at the same time prodding her conscience.  She sat on the bed,
motionless, enjoying his touch for several minutes.  She was almost getting
used to feeling the heartache melt away at Chase's touch.
   Molly was further convinced that their parents needed them.  The
evidence was before her; she could see her mother change before her very
eyes, as though a weight was lifted off her shoulders by the gentle touch
of her son.  She got out of bed and knelt down on the floor in front of
them, touching her brother's cheek in one palm and her mom's in the other.
Molly brought them toward her until all their foreheads were touching.  She
kissed Chase wetly on the lips, then her mother in the same manner.  She
wasn't going to allow her mother to relinquish their loving comfort this
time.  She wanted her close.  Close to her.  Close to Chase.  "We're
sleeping in my bed tonight," she instructed.  "It will do you good to be
close to us."
   Kathleen smiled at her daughter.  She almost shook her head "no," but
hesitated.  Spending the night sleeping in physical contact with her kids
was an offer she couldn't refuse.  "Okay, maybe for a little while," she
relented.  With all three of them pretty much in their nightclothes
already, it was just a matter of climbing into bed.  Kathleen lay down in
the middle of the bed, flanked by her two children.  "We haven't done this
in a while," Kathleen observed, harkening back to their younger days, when
she was comforting them.
   Kathleen and Chase shared Molly's large body pillow while she used the
smaller one.  Molly turned off the lamp on the nightstand, and then touched
her mother's face.  She leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.  "I
love you, Mom," she said softly.  Chase did the same thing from the other
side, then continued to gently stroke her face and hair, helping her to
relax completely.
   Kathleen felt the wispy melancholy waves that had plagued her mood for
the last several days evaporate into the air, forced off of her by the
healing warmth of her children.  She secretly found Chase's free hand under
the covers and grasped it tight.  It was the final bit of sexually
overtoned affection she would allow herself to express to him.  Together,
the three of them drifted off to sleep in each others' warm comfort.  It
was the deepest Kathleen had slept in days, a deservedly peaceful slumber.
   Molly startled awake from a fitful dream a couple hours later.  She
looked at her alarm clock.  It was one in the morning.  She looked at her
bedfellows in the dim wash of the nightlight.  Her mother and brother were
snuggled together, deep asleep.  She could tell that under the covers, all
four of their hands were held together in a tight embrace.  The expression
on Kathleen's beautiful face was pleasant, contented.  She admired the two
of them innocently sleeping together, blissfully unaware they were being
watched.
   She didn't watch them long.  Molly slowly, quietly slipped out of the
bed without disturbing the blankets, and stood up, allowing herself to
fully wake up.  She looked back at her mother and brother once more before
quietly opening the door and scuffling out of the bedroom.
   Molly walked down the hall toward her parents' bedroom.  She didn't know
what she was going to do, but she knew she was going into the room.  Her
dad had been sleeping since before everyone else had gone to sleep, and
hadn't yet missed Kathleen in the bed.  It was very dark in the bedroom,
just barely enough light to see her dad's figure lying under the covers. 
She wanted to lie down with him, to feel the comfortable warmth that his
body had imparted to the mattress and blankets.  Tonight she had seen her
mother's reaction to Chase's sweet touch, and she desperately wanted her
dad to feel the same relief from her.  But, she feared another rejection.
He had made it clear that what she wanted was off-limits.  There was
another way.
   Molly pulled her nightshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor,
and then pushed her panties down, letting them fall onto her nightshirt. 
Carefully and quietly, she climbed into bed, scooting her naked body up
next to Jon's, being careful not to wake him.  She could feel with her hips
that he was naked as well.  It was time to show him.
   Molly's heart thumped in her chest as she ducked her head under the
covers, moving slowly down to Jon's midsection.  She lightly kissed his
naked hip before finding his manhood with her mouth.  She slipped his
flaccid penis into her mouth, caressing it with her lips and tongue.  She
held his balls with her hand while she sucked his soft dick, waiting for a
reaction.  Jon continued to sleep, undaunted by Molly's stimulation.
   Molly pushed his cock completely into her mouth, stroking up and down
rapidly, as though trying to make his soft dick cum.  The rapid stimulation
awoke Jon, who gave a sudden, loud inhale at waking up to such a pleasant
surprise.  Molly immediately felt his member begin to grow inside her
mouth. She kept down on it all the way, allowing the head of his penis to
creep toward the back of her mouth and eventually into her throat as Jon
gradually reached a full erection inside her mouth.
   "Oh, Kath," he moaned.  He was surprised at her spontaneity, especially
considering the strain their relationship had been under the last few days,
but he welcomed it.  Molly kept her breathing quiet, so as not to give away
her identity too soon, but continued her oral stimulation on her father's
massive cock.  She could no longer get her lips to the base, it had grown
so large.  She was conscious of her gag response, which would surely give
her voice away.  She stroked it with her hand while she slurped up his
scrotum into her mouth, sucking his balls, one at a time, evoking moans of
pleasure from Jon.
   The act was very satisfying to Molly, her dad was such a willing and
responsive recipient.  She didn't know how long she could stay incognito,
but she wanted this to last as long as possible.  She put his cock back
into her mouth and deep-throated him once again.  Jon was now fully aroused
and anxious to thrust.  He pushed back the covers and got on his elbows so
he could raise his ass off the bed.  He could see Molly's faint silhouette,
but not clear enough to identify her.  He slid his dick in and out of her
slippery throat, deeper than Molly had ever felt.  She nearly gagged on his
length.
   "Oh, God, Kath!" he exclaimed, relishing the tightness of her throat. 
Molly pulled it out before she made any involuntary noises, and licked him
from his balls up the length of his shaft and back down several times.
   She slurped the head back in and caressed it with her tongue.  Jon had
an impulse to touch his gracious benefactor and sat up slightly to feel her
tits.
   Bewilderment settled over Jon as his right hand felt a large breast--a
breast much larger than any he'd felt for several years.  "Kath?" said Jon,
dazed.  Undaunted by the impending disclosure, Molly continued sucking him.
In a panic, Jon twisted around to reach the lamp and turned it on.
   Jon shut his eyes in the harsh light, and fought the sharp, painful
60-watt assault to open them wide enough to identify his aggressor.  Molly
squinted back at him, still incessantly giving him head.
   "Oh, Jesus!" he cried.  Molly didn't stop.  "Jesus, Molly!  What are you
doing?" Jon made an attempt at sitting up, but Molly pressed her weight on
his legs, preventing him from moving easily.  She deep-throated him again,
doing her best to focus his attention on how turned on he was right now. 
"Molly, stop!"
   Molly continued.  She looked back up at him, their eyes adjusting to the
light.  Jon's mouth opened involuntarily at the perfect feeling of his hard
cock sliding in and out of his daughter's throat, her hands lovingly
grasping his sack, her finger dipping way back between his scrotum and his
thigh.
   "This is--" he attempted.  "Molly, this is--" He could say no more.  His
mouth agape, his rock-hard cock inside Molly's mouth, Jon watched his
daughter for a few seconds.  It felt so good!  His conscience battled.  He
needed to stop her, but he couldn't find the willpower.  She was so
beautiful, so sexy, so good at what she was doing.  Molly licked his balls
some more.  His entire cluster was wet with her saliva.  Jon reached down
and pulled her toward him.  She followed his gentle nudge and crawled up to
meet his lips.
   "Molly, Molly, Molly!  We can't do this!"
   Molly ignored his protests and kissed him deeply.  Much to her delight,
he didn't fight her on the kiss.  She slipped her tongue deep into his
mouth before kissing down his chin to his neck.  Jon was still in shock,
but was under the control of his conscience.  He was going to put a stop to
this, but he needed to be gentle with his sweet daughter.
   "Baby, you know we can't go further," he said to her.  "I know you think
you love me this way, but you need to understand that it's not natural," he
said, desperately clinging to the resolution he had declared last night to
Kathleen.
   "I want you, Daddy," she whispered in his ear.  "I know you want me too.
I have a lot of love to give you.  I know you're still hurting.  I want to
make it better for you.  Better for you and mom."
   "I know you mean well, but--"
   "Shhh...You're not going to regret this, I promise.  Let me love you. 
Make love to my young body.  I'm here for you, Daddy." She licked his neck
while she caressed his nipple between her fingers.
   Jon was trying to gather the last remaining strength he had to rebuff
her, but his defenses were crumbling.  She was beautiful.  She was sensual;
she knew just what to say and how to say it.  And she smelled so good!  Her
sweet breath enveloped him as she put her mouth on as much of his neck as
she could, kissing and licking everywhere she could still find dry skin.
   Molly straddled his chest and sat up, grinding her clit on him.  Jon
looked at his beautiful daughter in silence, her large, round tits towering
over him.  He could feel the wetness of her pussy on his skin.  She stepped
over his shoulders on her knees so she was directly over his face.  Jon
could see how swollen her pretty pussy was, her creamy peach-colored labia
inviting him to taste what was between.  Lust took over.  Jon lurched up
and smothered her vagina with his mouth, feeling her clit with the middle
of his tongue, tasting her deep wetness with the tip.
   "Ohhh," Molly exhaled.  The satisfaction of her father finally giving
into his deepest desires was filling Molly with acute joy.  She watched him
lap up her juices, lustily swallowing that first supplementary glob of
clear cream that was accumulating just inside her opening.  Jon let the
warm juice caress his throat.  She tasted as good as she smelled.  He would
permit this carnal indulgence, but no more.
   Molly relaxed her body, sinking down onto Jon's face, smothering him
with her wet female nourishment.  She was surprised at how deftly Jon's
tongue caressed her tender parts.  She had to remind herself what an
experienced lover he was.  With her father finally taking initiative, she
relaxed and began to succumb to his talented lips and tongue.  He used just
the right combination of clitoral stimulation and lingual penetration to
see-saw Molly's arousal to it's maximum height.
   "Oh, God that feels good!" Molly exclaimed.  She was here to cater to
his needs, but she was being serviced beyond what she was expecting.  She
let herself enjoy it.
   Jon eagerly inhaled his daughter's essence with each breath, tasting
her, smelling her, loving her.  He wondered if she'd ever been eaten out
this way, with such empathic skill.  His experience told him what she
wanted, just by how she was reacting to his touch.  He hoped he was giving
her the best cunnilingus she'd ever had.  He was.
   Molly grabbed onto the headboard and thrust back and forth on Jon's
face. She spread her wetness on his nose as it rumbled across her clit
repeatedly.  Jon reached up with both hands and found Molly's tits.  She
let out a moan as her father's strong hands groped her.
   Her tits were so soft and large!  All the women he'd been with for the
past several years had slender, athletic bodies, with smallish, firm
breasts.  Molly's soft, young, comfortable body was a welcome, sexy
contrast.  It was almost alarming how much she was turning him on!
   Molly was ready to offer up her comforting body completely.  She
abruptly disengaged from his face and rolled over onto the bed next to Jon
grabbing him by the upper arm and pulling him onto her as she rolled onto
her back.
   Jon's defenses went back up at this new advance.  Molly was ready for
his resistance, and spread her legs wide under him, her knees up high.
   "Molly--"
   She kissed him feverishly before he could protest.  The time for
resistance was over; she needed him inside her.  She needed to show him
with her swollen pussy how much he meant to her.  She needed him to know
how she could melt away the anxiety, how she could make him forget he ever
missed Sara.  She would be his new supplemental lover.  She was the one,
because she loved him.
   "This is what we both want," she said to his unasked question.  "I want
to be your lover, Daddy.  I'll make you feel whole again.  I want to fill
the void for you.  I want to bring you and Mom close again."
   Jon was hovering over her naked body, his massive erect penis just
inches away from his daughter's awaiting pussy.  She was so beautiful, so
young and supple, so willing to accept him into her.  She was the very
definition of a wildest dream--a dream he had repressed in the desperate
hope of forcing it out of consciousness.  But it could never be completely
beaten down, always lurking just under the facade of decency, ready to take
his thoughts away to an impure place when his moral defenses were weak.
   And, weak he was.  Just the night before he had stood on moral high
ground, declaring himself above such a sexual fray, denying those he loved
most from indulging in the pleasures of the flesh that were being offered
to him right now.  How could he do this?  How could he face Kathleen?
   "I know, Daddy," Molly said softly, reading his thoughts.  "But, you
don't have to worry.  We will all still love you.  Our love can only grow
stronger."
   Molly's sweet voice knocked down another line of defense.  He grew
weaker.  He had been with numerous women in the twenty years he was married
to Kathleen.  Every new couple that he and his wife had partnered up with
always brought a wonderful excitement--a new, strange lover to indulge in,
to mutually benefit, to reciprocate happiness with.  But none came anywhere
close evoking this precious desire like Molly did.
   He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.  "Oh, Daddy!" she said in his
ear.  "Make love to me," she whispered softly.  "I need you inside me."
   Jon settled down on top of her soft body, relaxing the tension.  They
kissed for a while.  It felt good to let go of the inhibitions that had
prevented him from fully enjoying her kisses this week.  She tasted
wonderful, her breath sweet.  She spoke directly to his lips.  "Whatever
happens, you'll always be my daddy," she reassured between kisses.  Jon
relaxed his hips, negating the final line of defense preventing sexual
contact, and lay his body fully onto her.
   Molly exhaled under the extra weight.  She could feel his erect penis
laying in the moist valley of her labia, not yet penetrating.  Her heart
fluttered in her chest.  It was about to happen.  At last her daddy
understood.  At last she would be granted the privilege of comforting his
broken heart.
   Lying in a tight horizontal embrace, kissing her tenderly, gently
caressing her tongue with his, Jon finally acquiesced to the loving comfort
Molly had been so desperately trying to offer him.  For the first time,
everything seemed right.  He withdrew his hips enough to allow the tip of
his penis to touch her swollen entrance.  Quietly, nonchalantly, he slipped
his large cock into his daughter's wet, spread open pussy.  Molly's mouth
opened wide, grunting quietly at the slight discomfort caused by the
massive width she was now accepting.  Jon withdrew after penetrating
half-way and gently thrust in again.  He was used to giving women with
small vaginas a few moments to adjust to his ample girth.  Two or three
more times in slow succession and he was in as far as her young pussy would
allow.
   Molly moaned as the pain turned to pleasure under Jon's gentle, long
thrusts.  "Ohh...Oh my God!  Daddy, you're so...Oh my God!" She could
barely string words together in her blissful state.
   "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, making sure he hadn't inserted too fast.
   "Yes, Daddy.  I'm exquisite!  Are you okay?" she asked with concern in
her voice.  She had led him down this path with blatant coercion.
   "I hope so, baby," he replied, his quivering voice almost crying.  Her
beautiful comfort brought him joy beyond his imagination, almost overtaking
the guilt that would never quite completely disappear.
   "Shh..." she soothed.  "I love you.  I want this."
   "I know.  So do I.  It's just..."
   "Everything's going to be okay.  You'll see." Her eyes were earnest, her
expression placid.  Jon needed to touch her, to caress the beautiful face
that was comforting him.
   He put his elbows above her shoulders on the bed so he could reach her
face.  As he slowly and lovingly thrust up into her young, saturated pussy,
he traced along her forehead with his index finger, plowing stray hairs
back along her hairline.  He traced all the way down over her ears before
going back and doing it again.  He gazed lovingly into his daughter's blue
eyes, all the while stroking her with his full length.
   Molly was immediately reminded of when she watched her dad caress her
mom's face in a similar loving manner.  He was making love to her just like
he did her mom.  Molly smiled at the perfection of the moment.
   Jon attentively watched the subtle changes in his daughter's expression
with each blessed push into her slippery warm pussy.  Her eyebrows would
furrow and then straighten, her mouth involuntarily opening in ecstasy
before she would close it again.  She looked as perfect as she felt.  His
deepest, most lecherous, most hindered fantasy was coming true, made
unobjectionable by the gentle, loving acceptance in Molly's eyes.
   Jon got up on his knees to get a good look at Molly's beautiful body. 
Her soft, young, nipples atop her voluptuous mounds were a beautiful shade
of fleshy pink.  Her cute navel on her slightly humped tummy was the very
definition of sexiness.  The curve of her ass under her spread-open legs
was simply the most gorgeous sight he'd ever beheld.  He ran his fingers
through the pretty tuft of close cut pubic hair above her clean-shaven
labia.  Her body was beautiful and comfortable.  He continued fucking her
as he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, dipping in for some vaginal
wetness and then spreading it around.
   Molly held his balls while he stroked her, lovingly fondling his hanging
manhood, no longer forbidden to touch him in his most private areas.  She
felt liberated as her fingers explored behind his scrotum, along his
perineum, caressing, scratching, rubbing.  She watched his long dick stroke
her wet, quivering pussy.
   They had entered a lovers' trance, drinking in each other's beautiful
sexiness while maintaining constant rhythm.  Jon was a remarkable lover,
knowing just how to touch her.  Molly already knew this, having watched him
make love to her mother, but now that he was inside her, his lovemaking
skills took on a whole new dimension.  Molly was mesmerized by the sight of
his giant fleshy rod thrusting into her tiny young vagina, ever faster,
ever smoother as her feminine wetness saturated his length, dripping down
to his balls.
   The pace picked up even faster now.  Jon put his hands on the bed to
bear most of his weight.  Molly held onto the back of Jon's neck while she
rocked her creamy hips in sync with his thrusting, her round, fleshy tits
bouncing, jiggling rhythmically to their bodies' motion.  Molly began to
nod her head.  "Yes," her eyes said to him, without a sound.
   Still faster he thrust, cued by Molly's nonverbal communication.  Her
brow furrowed, her confused expression belied the ecstasy in her heart. 
Molly continued nodding, gazing into her father's eyes, climax slowly but
ever steadily building.  She felt it in her heart.  She felt it in her
belly.  She felt it between her legs.  She was going to cum for her daddy.
   "Yes, yes!" her eyes silently screamed to him, punctuated by her nods.
She pushed up on one elbow and squeezed his neck with the other arm, half
climbing him as the first waves of her orgasm undulated through her torso,
urged inevitably on by the fullness of the largest cock she'd ever felt.
   Feeling her gush of fluid in concert with her tight pussy clamping down
impossibly tighter on his cock gave Jon the green light to relinquish
control.  His climax built quickly in Molly's tight confines as he pumped
several heavy spurts of thick milk deep into his teenage daughter's vagina.
He continued pumping her long after the ejaculations subsided, not wanting
this beautiful experience to end.  Jon finally collapsed on top of her,
savoring the extreme relief of releasing the tightest sexual tension he'd
ever known.
   Molly kissed his ears and cheeks while their breathing slowly returned
to normal.  Her daddy had finally accepted from her the comfort she needed
to give him.  There was pure joy in her heart!  Jon gave his daughter one
final long, slow kiss before he finally withdrew from her vagina, almost
pushed out by her tight wetness.  The amalgam of their slippery bodily
fluids followed him out.  Molly felt the torrent gushing out of her and ran
to the bathroom to avoid making a complete mess of the bed.
   Molly returned to the bedroom to find her dad sitting on the edge of the
bed.  "Where are the other two?" he asked.  Jon was wondering how they were
able to pull off such a private moment together in a full house.
   "Sleeping in my bed," she replied.
   Jon thought for a moment.  "Did they--"
   "No," she interrupted, sparing him from having to ask.  "I asked them
both to sleep with me in my bed tonight.  They don't know I snuck out."
   "I don't know how I'm going to face your mother."
   Molly stood in front of him and hugged his head into her breasts.  "Can
I be the one to talk to her about this?"
   "I really think I should," he reasoned.
   "Daddy, this was my doing."
   "No, baby.  This was both of us," he reassured, his head still cradled
in her bosom.
   "Then maybe we should both talk to her?" she suggested.
   Jon looked at his beautiful daughter.  She always seemed to be a step
ahead of him.  He didn't reply.
   "I should get back before they wake up," she finally said.
   "I love you, baby."
   "I love you too, Daddy.  Don't worry about Mom.  It's all going to be
fine.  It's all going to be beautiful!"
   Jon admired his daughter's positive enthusiasm and spontaneity, but he
wasn't totally reassured.  Molly slipped her panties back on, followed by
her nightshirt and blew her daddy a kiss as she left the room.
   Chase was spooned up behind his mother with an arm draped over her, both
sound asleep.  Molly quietly got under the covers next to Chase and assumed
the same position behind him.  She carefully put her arm around him,
kissing the back of his neck several times before settling her love-filled
head into the pillow.  Wonderful things awaited her little family.  She
slept the rest of the night contently snuggled up next her brother.
   to be continued....
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Uncomplicated Ch 03