Love Unexpected part 3: Taylor Con

By Invid Fan
©2011

(MF FF Mult cons rom bi het poly 1st preg)

Love Unexpected:
1.Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
2.Incidents of Taylor
3.Taylor Con
4.Ghosts of Fort Niagara
5.Violets Are...

****

	Violet ran around the outside of the house, looking for a Mommy.

	The advantage to being the oldest child was you usually had first crack at telling your side of the story, but it still relied on getting to a parent first. At three and a half, Violet was an old hand at this, but the sheer number of parents she had to take into account was often more than her young mind could deal with. However, having that many people to love you more than made up for it, and more often than not the little girl felt pity for those with just one Mommy.

	Violet rounded a bush, and stopped. This caused her three year old sister Cindy to run into her, and they both tumbled to the ground laughing. A giggling tickle fight broke out, and it wasn’t until she had her sibling pinned to the ground that Violet remembered her quest. She stood, brushing the grass from her shirt and knees, and ran over to Mommy Taylor

	“Mommy! Freddy hit me!” Cindy waddled up next to her, nodding in support of big sister while sucking a thumb. Cindy tended to support both sides in these disputes, as if her brother and sister were in trouble then she herself wasn’t.

	Taylor put the sleeping bag down next to the van, and looked down at her daughters. Both were the splitting image of their mothers. Violet had smooth shiny black hair falling to her shoulders, skin the color of light chocolate, bright brown eyes and a default impish expression. She was growing fast, and while not fat was rather solid. Not so little Cindy. Like Taylor she was as thin as a stick and always seemed to be in danger of blowing away. Her hair was long and brown and her skin was almost pure white, but while Cindy’s eyes were the green of Taylor’s they had the look of her father. They seemed to convey deep thought, although at this point the only thought involved whether to switch to sucking the other thumb.

	“Well, did you hit your brother first?” Taylor put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow at them, trying to act the tough parent. It wasn’t easy. She was the pushover in the family and everyone knew it. 

	Violet considered her answer. Lying was out of the question. You couldn’t lie to a Mommy, nor (shudder) to Daddy! But, not saying something wasn’t the same as lying. What could she say to avoid the question…

	Unfortunately, Cindy hadn’t developed that sense of a moral grey area yet.

	“Violet was hitting Freddy, an’ I was holding him, then he got away and started hitting us!” This got Cindy a mean look from her sister, which she ignored and went back to sucking her thumb.

	“Well,” said Taylor, looking down at the duo, “that seems fair to me.” Just then the two and a half year old in question came running around the house, waving a Nerf bat and yelling. The girls screamed, and ran around the car to get away from the charging sibling. The brown haired tan skinned boy chased them around the van twice, all three laughing, and Taylor flattened herself against the side of the vehicle and watched the battle. She was tempted to join Freddy in the chase.

	The front door opened, and out walked Mommy Anita. She paused on the top of the steps, holding six month old Jaxom in her arms as she took in the scene. The two girls immediately changed course and headed towards her, their screaming laughter increasing. Anita walked down to the sidewalk as the two crashed into her legs, hugging her and giggling. She looked over at Taylor, who laughing had picked up Freddy and was tickling him. The two mother’s eyes met, and for the millionth time in the past three years they were the happiest people in the world. The slightly older Mayan woman then looked down at her clingy daughters.

	“OK, lunch time! Go wash up!” The two yelled in glee and dashed up the stairs into the house. Taylor put Freddy down and he followed them in, yelling for them to wait up. Taylor walked up to Anita and gave her son a quick tickle. Jaxom giggled sleepily, then tried to use Anita’s right breast as a pillow. The mothers again gazed lovingly at each other, and Taylor leaned in for a quick tender kiss. Breaking it off they realized they were a bit too exposed out here in front of the house. Anita sighed, and raised her free hand to caress Taylor’s cheek. 

	“Do you think he’ll be OK?”

	Taylor sighed, copying the gesture.

	“No. But he’s doing it for us. We have to do what we can to help him through this.” She looked around, taking in the warm end of June day The flowers in the garden were a brilliant yellow and red, the two large Maple trees flanking the driveway created a green archway that seemed to separate their little paradise here from the rest of the world. Why did reality keep intruding…

	“Well, he’ll be home soon enough.” Anita handed Jaxom to his birth mother, and the two of them made their way inside. “What will be, will be.”

****

	Fred pulled his car into the driveway, careful not to block the van in. Turning it off, he closed his eyes and leaned back. 

	It was over.

	Ten years, and his teaching career was already over. 

	It was his own fault, naturally, although he couldn’t see how it could have been avoided. Well, he COULD see, but neither option was something he could ever do. One would require living a lie, living in constant fear of discovery, and the other would have meant not having the best family anyone ever had. Giving up your dream career was nothing compared to keeping that.

	The problem naturally was people. More specifically, people who expected teachers to somehow be if not perfect, at least not in any way out of the ordinary or “morally” questionable. The more conservative the school district, the worse this was. In some places nobody openly gay would be allowed in a classroom, others would object to a Muslim or Atheist teaching (although that would never be the official reason for termination). For the small town Western New York district Fred had made his own, having two wives would have been the final straw.

	The news hadn’t made the rounds yet, mostly thanks to him living a half hour away just outside Buffalo. But, after three years word was starting to spread, and a few of his friends had asked some pointed questions. It was time to leave now before this became a public scandal and his lovers were dragged before the spotlight in shame. He could never have lived with having done that to them.

	Fred opened the car door and stepped out, and that must have been the signal because the front door suddenly burst open and out poured four kids and two wives. The three oldest children made the dash in half a second, while Jaxom had to wait until Taylor had descended the concrete steps and deposited him on the grass until he could half stagger, half crawl over to his Daddy. Fred knelt on the grass with Violet, Cindy and Freddy hanging off of him and welcomed Jaxom with a big hug. With a growl he shook himself as he rose, tossing off giggling kids in every direction as he stood up straight holding Jaxom. Anita and Taylor were suddenly there, and the family shared a big hug. A few cars passed by as they stayed like that for a few moments, then Anita shooed everyone inside. The kids ran back in while the adults took their time, Fred flanked by his beautiful companions.

	“Everything go OK?” asked Anita, her eyes searching his face for any sign of worry. It would be just like him to try and hold back.

	“Yeah…” Fred sighed. “I don’t think I’ll really consider this the end until fall comes and I’m not in class. It’s always possible in three months I’ll be in a class room again…” He gave both of them a squeeze. “I just need a vacation.”

	Taylor leaned against her man.

	“Well, you’re in luck…”

****

	The sun had vanished from the sky and the stars were starting to twinkle when the kids were finally put to bed in the tent. Taylor exited the large nylon construction (at three rooms it was bigger than her first apartment), zipped it up, then turned to look towards the fire. They had set up camp in a small clearing on a wooded hill. No water, no electricity… just a few hundred yards of gravel roadway connecting them to the rest of the world. Anita had heard of this place from someone at work and had gotten permission for the weekend. Both of them agreed this was what they needed.

	Fred had set up a double cot up as a lounge chair, complete with raised back, and was sitting in the middle looking up at the stars. The embers from the fire floated up to join them, making new constellations every few seconds. Taylor couldn’t tell what he was thinking, or even if he had any thoughts beyond the beauty of the night. Her eyes picked out Anita emerging from the darkness where the van was parked, probably having put the coolers in it for safe keeping. Anita paused just on the edge of the firelight, taking her own long look at their man. Taylor moved up herself so her wife could see her, and after a moments silent communication they nodded to each other and stripped. Leaving their clothes where they dropped the two made their way to either side of the cot and joined Fred. He was startled when they suddenly appeared next to him, but with a chuckle at their nudity he put an arm around each and drew them against him.

	“Now this,” he said, turning his head to give each woman a brief kiss, “is how camping should be.” They all laughed at that, then Taylor pulled herself partway on top of him and looked into his brown eyes, her green ones sparkling. Her right hand caressed his cheek.

	“I love you, Fred.” She lowered her head and kissed him, tender and yet submissive. As soon as she felt him kissing back, she allowed his lips and tongue to have their way with her. She pulled back, and only partly slid off of him as Anita pulled herself onto his right side. Anita caressed his entire face with both hands, her soul visible in her dark eyes. 

	“I love you.” She leaned down and kissed him, her lips much more sensual and offering teasing hints at what was in store for her lovers later. Anita’s head rose, a brief wet glistening strand connecting their lips before it broke. She felt a hand turning her head, and found herself looking into Taylor’s eyes. The two whispered their love to each other, then kissed. They felt Fred’s hands lightly caress their spines, and each could feel the other shudder. 

	“I don’t think words can describe my love for both of you, and nothing I can do, will ever be enough to show how much you mean to me.” The women broke their kiss, and Taylor began to grab the bottom of his T-shirt. 

	“Then I’ll guess you’ll have to let us show you.”

	Taylor pulled Fred’s shirt off, then began to undo his jeans as Anita moved up offered a breast to him. Fred nibbled and sucked on the dark full breasts before him, causing his wife to close her eyes and moan. He lifted his ass a bit and a moment later Taylor had his pants and underwear off. It wasn’t long before he felt soft licks along the bottom of his cock. Fred redoubled his efforts on the soft mounds, but with a sudden movement Anita sat up and moved to straddle him. Taylor rose and did so as well, and Fred found his hard cock trapped upright between their bodies. His two wives leaned into each other, Taylor’s hands reaching around to cup Anita’s breasts while she pressed her own smaller mounds into her back. With the dying fire behind them, they looked like the magical creatures Fred knew them to be. Slowly, they began to rise and fall as one, fucking him.

	Taylor felt her own needs rising, and she bit her bottom lip. It was time.

	“My loves…”

	Anita turned her head, and Fred reached out to touch her leg. She tried again.

	“My loves… I want another baby…”

	She closed her eyes. Taylor didn’t know how they’d respond. Four children already to take care of, the future uncertain… and Anita unable to have more of her own. That was the worst. Fred Jr’s birth had been hard, and they had decided to never risk Anita like that again. She had been happy when Taylor’s belly swelled with Jaxom, as that had given both two, but now…

	Taylor felt a kiss, and opened her eyes to find Anita had twisted to face her. She brought both hands up to Taylor’s face, wiping away tears the brown haired girl hadn’t even known were there. Taylor also felt Fred’s strong hands caressing her thighs. Looking she saw the love flowing from each of them. 

	“Have our baby,” Anita said, and turning back to face Fred she scooted forward a bit on his tummy. “We’ll both fuck him, and you’ll receive the seed of our husband.” Fred’s hands guided Taylor to rise up, Anita rising too, and then with a shuddering groan Taylor lowered herself onto her stallion’s cock. She could feel it pulse within her, as if it knew she had an egg starting the trip to meet it. She began to rise and fall, and Anita followed her every movement. Fred’s eyes were half closed as he watched both his mates fucking him, the sensations and emotions overwhelming. He moved a hand between Anita’s legs, and she moaned as she found herself impaled on two of his fingers with his thumb rubbing her clit. She had always been the most sensual of the three, and Anita found herself quickly rising to the brink. Taylor lightly biting her neck was the final straw, and she came, hard, soaking Fred’s hand. Only the two hands on her breasts kept her in time with Taylor, and she felt that speed increasing as Taylor started to reach her limit. Anita only half saw the glistening finger Fred was holding up to her, but instinctively she opened her mouth and tasted her juices. She savored the flavor… before meeting her soul mates she had never realized what tastes and smells of a lover could do to her. Now she lived for them. Fred’s hand went over her shoulder, and Taylor sucked the other finger, and just the knowledge that her wife was tasting Anita gave her another small cum.

	Suddenly they felt Fred start to buck hard against them, and all three increased speed. Fred’s hands suddenly clamped onto Taylor’s waist, holding her down, and the feel of his seed coating her sent Taylor into one long orgasm. Her partners could just make out the word “baby!” among her moans and groans. She leaned back, hands grasping her ankles and breasts thrust into the sky, holding that trembling pose for a half minute or so before collapsing. Soon both women were lying half asleep on top of a similarly exhausted Fred. 

	They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Fred suddenly slapped at his arm. He sighed.

	“OK, unless we want to all get eaten in the not so good way, it’s time to go into the tent.”

****

	Cousin Debbie almost burst through the front door of her house as the van came to a stop in her driveway. Fred’s feet had just touched the ground when she was there giving him a big hug. Embarrassed, as he’d never been on hugging terms with the extended family, he hugged her back for a moment then created some space.

	“Hello,” he said, smiling. Laughingly she echoed the greeting, and stepping back they appraised each other. Fred didn’t think he had seen her since the death of his parents a half decade or so ago. He had never been one for visiting cousins or aunts, although he enjoyed the meetings well enough. He wasn’t even sure who everyone was, especially once you got beyond immediate relations. Debbie, though, he knew. She was the daughter of his mom’s sister, and at around 40 maybe 6 years his senior. Whereas at 6 foot he took after his dad’s Polish side, she reflected the English/Scottish/Whatever genetics of generations of New York farm wives. At about 5’ Debbie was taller than her mother, and Taylor for that matter, but she had a solid build and nice curves. And breeding hips, although she’d only popped out two kids.

	“I couldn’t believe it when you called yesterday!” Debbie gushed. “I haven’t seen you in ages!”

	“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just not the family gathering type. But, once Anita found out I had family near where we were camping…”

	It was then that Debbie noticed the clan gathering around her. She raised an eyebrow at Fred, who managed to look like an embarrassed teen despite towering over her. Laughing, Debbie didn’t wait for introductions.

	“Well, hello! I’m Debbie.” Anita stepped forward, while Taylor got the kids into a sort of line.

	“I’m Anita, and this is Taylor.” This got both of them warm hugs. “And these are our kids, Violet, Cindy, Freddy, and Jaxom.” Debbie immediately noticed the lack of any indication of exact relationships, and as the kids mobbed her she gave Fred another raised eyebrow.

	“It’s… complicated.” She nodded, picking Jaxom up.

	“Well, let’s go inside. John and the kids are off at a soccer match and won’t be back for awhile. I have some sandwich fixings and we can have a good talk.”

****

	A half hour later the three oldest kids were deposited in front of ‘The Little Mermaid’, and the four adults and a sleepy Jaxom were sitting at the kitchen table. Debbie was enthralled as Taylor and Anita told her their own fairy tale, of rape, abandonment, hopelessness, then true love and family. Fred stayed out of it, apart from correcting some of the more extreme boasting. He knew when he was outnumbered.

	“So,” Debbie asked, “you go from not seeing anyone, from what your mom would talk about, to a harem!”

	“I’ve offered to get Anita and I silky harem outfits, but he’s said no!” Taylor pouted, and the other two women laughed while Fred just looked up at the heavens.

	“We have a standing rule now not to help beautiful single women,” he said, jokingly. “Too many instantly fall in love with me and it’s getting to be a pain!”

	“Aww….” Both Taylor and Anita leaned over and patted his shoulder in sympathy. Debbie just shook her head.

	“Aunt Shirley would be happy you have such a wonderful family, Fred. Although four kids! I had a hard enough time with two!”

	“Hopefully five,” Taylor added, rubbing her belly. Debbie just looked at her as the others chuckled. 

	“Actually,” Anita said, “that’s one reason, besides obviously wanting to start to get to know our husband’s family, we’re here.” Debbie sat up, interested. Cook tradition was that family was there to help family, so the five years of silence meant nothing. “There’s something coming up at the end of August that we want to go to in Philadelphia. We CAN take the kids, easily, and were planning to, but they’d be bored and we couldn’t do as much. If we had relatives who could look after them for five or so days…”

	“August? Shouldn’t be a problem, I don’t think. I do some babysitting weekdays so they’d have kids to play with, and we can do stuff. What’s in Philadelphia?”

	Fred grinned.

	“The World Science Fiction Convention. Very geeky.” Debbie laughed. Her older brother had read lots of sci-fi, passing the books down to Fred, but she was never into it. “I’ve gone to a few, and they’re s a blast. Once the kids are ten-ish, I’d say they’d have fun. They have kids programs and limited daycare. But for now, not so much.”

	“So, what goes on at one of these?”

	“Oh, tons of stuff. It’s not like the huge Comic Con you may have heard about, as this is mostly about books, but they have lots of scientists and authors talking, panels on how not to get published, art shows… Taylor’s going to set up some of her paintings and we’ll see if we can sell something or make contacts.” Taylor squirmed awkwardly, as she always did when her art was talked about. It was odd, but that always seemed a more personal subject to her than family matters. 

	Debbie took a sip of fresh brewed ice tea, and sat back.

	“Well, you’ll have to get me a stuffed Harry Potter or something.”

****

	There is nothing more frightening than children being left with a stranger for the first time. The crying, the worry… Fred hoped Taylor and Anita were over the worst of it now that they were in Philly. The conversation in the car had been a downward spiral of sadness only stopped when Fred started pumping The Donnas through the speakers. You can’t be sad while listening to The Donnas.

	The convention officially started noon on Wednesday, so the trio drove into Philadelphia early Tuesday morning. Fred dropped the women off at the convention center so they could set up Taylor’s paintings at the art show, then drove to the hotel to park. He was paying for this spot for the whole week, so damn it he was going to use it. It would give him a chance to check in, then test the walk to and from the convention center as well. They had booked late, so were probably a good half hour walk away. Not ideal, but it could have been worse. In Baltimore the hotel had been uphill both ways.

	Fred set off on the walk back, happy. He was at another World Con, this time with those he loved. He had been planning on going to one with Lisa, but… well. That he still thought of Lisa as much as he did surprised Fred. He would have thought, with two current loves, the memory of his beautiful Lisa would have not exactly faded but maybe become something only recalled with specific promptings. But, no. She was still alive in his mind, giving advice and commenting on things. And throwing the occasional willing woman in his path, although luckily that had stopped after Anita. Fred didn’t know if he could handle three.

	He had only walked a couple blocks when Fred suddenly stopped in front of a large window. Well, this solved tons of problems. A 24 hour greasy spoon! He looked in, saw the long counter and rows of booths, then took in the menu posted outside. Perfect. Unhealthy as hell, but here was a good breakfast to start the day and a fallback dinner place if they didn’t find anything else interesting. Fred started walking again, whistling a Black Sabbath tune.

	The street he was on hit a large plaza in front of city hall, and for the fun of it he took a right and wandered over to get a better look. Eh, just your normal city hall. Couldn’t match Buffalo’s art deco penis shaped structure! Swinging left he ambled past a large stone church-like structure… then stopped. Turning, he walked over to the brass plaque on the wall and re-read it. “Masonic Temple Grand Lodge”. Fred backed up a few steps and looked up at the massive grey edifice. He turned and looked at City Hall across the street, then back at the Temple. He started laughing. Now THIS was a secret society!

	A few minutes later he saw Anita and Taylor standing waiting for him. 

	“That didn’t take long. Everything set up to your satisfaction?” Taylor folder her arms and huffed, but Anita just grinned at her wife.

	“No, but it’s the best we can do. If we can keep her from going down there and fiddling every hour we’ll be OK.” Fred raised an eyebrow at the pouting long haired beauty, and she just glared back.

	“It’s my first public showing, OK?!?” she snapped. “I’m nervous!”

	Fred put himself between them and snaked an arm around their narrow waists. 

	“All the more reason to do some sight seeing today while we have the chance.” Without waiting for protest he led them away.

****

	They saw Independence Hall, naturally. Anita, new to the country still, was fascinated. She tried to compare what happened here with the various rebellions and coups in Mexico and just shook her head. Hell, none of those would even make a good musical. They walked out humming ‘Piddle, Twiddle And Resolve’, then after a quick look at the Liberty Bell Fred had them jump on a bus to go to the harbor. There was something that he had been waiting years to see.

	“My god, it’s beautiful…” 

	Anita had never seen anything like it. They stood on the shore next to a… naval work of art. The U.S.S. Olympia. The hull was a bright white, with a red stripe along the water line. The superstructure and masts were a golden tan. The lines were straight and strong, the weapons and ornamentation a mix of 19th and 20th century. A massive gun turret rested on each end of the deck, yet small one barrel turrets stuck out from the sides in odd places. Seeing it made her realize that beauty can be independent of function, and some of her husband’s fascination with weapons of war now made more sense. She turned to look at him, and saw tears starting to flow from his eyes. She took his hand and squeezed it, questioningly.

	“They may scrap it.” Taylor let out a gasp, and looked at him in horror.

	“Why?!?”

	“They let it sit without conserving it, and they’re out of money.” Fred sighed and looked down at them. “It’s the only ship left from the Spanish American War, and the idiots let it rust to nothing.” Raising his gaze again, he tried to drink in every rivet. “Maybe they’ll find a home for it. I hope so. I want nothing more than to have my sons, and grandsons, walk its decks.” Fred laughed. “Maybe the Buffalo Naval Park can get it.”

	Getting a hold of himself, Fred offered an arm to each of his women and led them on board. They wandered from cabin to cabin, and Fred took photos of both them and various interesting features. When they were alone for a moment the girls quickly bared their breasts and posed next to one of the deck turrets. Too bad that photo couldn’t be used for fund raising.

	It was 6 PM before they made it back to the hotel, tired but happy. They stopped by the van and removed their luggage, then headed up into the front lobby to seek out the elevators. As they passed the desk, Anita had an idea and handed her bag to an already over loaded Fred.

	“I’m going to check on good places to eat nearby. I’ll be up in a minute.” Fred good naturally cursed her, and they parted.

	As Anita approached the desk clerk, she noticed a crying woman pleading with him. She had short, curly blond hair, large glasses, and was wearing a dark blue blouse and jeans. She was obviously incredibly upset, and as Anita walked up to the other end of the desk the woman dropped her shoulders in despair, turned, and picked up her two bags. One of them had a small knit blue and white rectangular box clipped to the handle. Focusing on her own task, Anita turned to the obviously relieved clerk and got directions to a couple potential dinner spots a few blocks away. Thanking him, she turned towards the rest of the lobby.

	The woman had seated herself on a couch in the middle of the room. Her face was one of confused frustration. Anita started towards the elevators, but… she looked at the stranger again. There was something about her. Her feet took her towards the blond.

****

	This couldn’t be happening.

	Rachel looked down at the printout for the hundredth time. Tuesday, August 16th. It said so right there, like it had on her computer screen at home and like it did on her iPhone. So why the hell did the hotel say her reservations weren’t till next week?!?  What the hell was she suppose to do?!?!

	Calm down, girl, calm down, she told herself. You can handle this. So all your plans on your first real adventure have fallen apart right from the get go. That’s the fun part of vacations, right? No plan survives contact with the enemy and all that. She was a strong adult.

	So why did she just want to fold up in a ball and cry?

	“Excuse me?”

	Rachel’s head whipped up. Standing before her was a dark haired, curvy Hispanic woman She was wearing red shorts and a halter top that showed off her ample breasts. Rachel had no idea who she was, and she just looked at her for a moment. Dealing with strangers was NOT her strong suit. Nor a suit she even had in the closet, to be honest. The woman smiled, a completely honest smile, and spoke again.

	“I’m sorry to bother you, but I saw you walk away from the hotel desk… is there anything I can do?”

	Rachel must have shown something on her face that told this stranger some of what was going through her mind, as she sat down on the far end of the couch giving Rachel lots of space.

	“Are you going to the World Con?”

	Rachel’s eyes widened.

	“Yes! Yes! It’s my first one! How could you tell?” The woman smiled.

	“The Tardis on your bag was a clue. We’re going too; in fact we checked my friend’s paintings into the art show earlier.” The woman extended a brown hand. “I’m Anita.”

	“Rachel.” Rachel reached over and shook, then retreated back to her side of the couch. Realizing that now they weren’t really strangers, and she did need to talk to SOMEONE, she sighed and looked down into her lap. “They screwed up my room reservations.”

	“They what?” Anita looked shocked, and Rachel picked up and waved the paper printout.

	“All my confirmation’s say I have a room starting today, but their computer says it’s not till next week. And,” she continued, a note of despair returning to her voice, “they have no free rooms. Nobody does. This was the only place in my price range within the city limits…” Her hands started shaking. Next thing she knew the dark stranger was sitting way too close to her and putting her hand on Rachel’s arm. Rachel froze, and sensing she had overstepped herself Anita casually removed it and put both hands in her own lap. She looked at Rachel with concern in her eyes.

	“I’m so sorry…” Rachel mentally yelled at herself. Why was she like that. This person was just trying to be nice. There was no reason to be mad at her. It’s not her fault Rachel was so emotionally and socially screwed up. She took a deep breath.

	“Look… I’m sorry. I’m not at my best at the moment.” She reached out and gently touched Anita’s bare arm, then withdrew her hand back within her personal space. The smile she got back made her blush. Anita cocked her head at her.

	“Have you eaten yet?”

	The change of subject froze Rachel for a moment, then with a slight smile she shook her head no.

	“Well, my friends and I were about to go out and eat once we got the luggage up to the room. They’re probably wondering if I got lost or something. Would you like to join us? It’s easier to think on a fully tummy, and we can consider your options.”

	Rachel bit her bottom lip. Part of her wanted to jump at this offer of friendship, needed to in fact. It had been so long… and part of her was raising reminders of why it had been so long, and urging the walls to go back up. Anita waited patiently for an answer. Then, suddenly, she raised her arm and waved.

	“It’s my friends!”

	Rachel turned, and her heart stopped. Leaving the elevator was a tall brown haired man wearing jeans and a black Weird Al T-shirt. Next to him was a short white waif of a girl with amazing long brown hair, but Rachel hardly noticed that. Her eyes were on the man’s face. Those eyes… 

	Rachel had had crushes. Hundreds. She may have never had a romance, but she was romantic to the core and had pined over many boys who had never even noticed her. Never had they caused this reaction. Her mouth went dry, and to her horror her panties got wet. She felt not just her face, but her entire body turn red in embarrassment. It got even worse when she realized Anita was still siting right next to her and getting an up close view of her. She slowly turned towards her, and saw… understanding and compassion. And a twinkle of humor. Anita stood as the newcomers walked up, and made the introductions.

	“Rachel, this is Fred and Taylor, my friends I was talking about. Fred, this is Rachel. She’s going to the convention, but the hotel fucked up her reservations so she has no where to stay.” Despite her embarrassment Rachel was observant enough to notice the quick look Fred shot his friend, his raised eyebrow answered by smile and a shrug. The brown haired girl looked like she was going to break out laughing. Rachel rose to her feet and shook their hands. Fred’s hands were strong, rough, warm… she never wanted to let go. She imagined that he felt something too when they touched, that there was something in his eyes… Taylor’s grip was light and soft, and she smiled warmly.

	“She hasn’t eaten yet, so I figured the four of us could go somewhere. We can toss her bags in the van for now so she doesn’t have to carry them.” Rachel protested weakly, but the others assured her it wasn’t a problem and soon they were walking down the street in the waning daylight. 

	They were a trio, Rachel quickly realized. An honest to god, three way romance. Like something out of a Heinlein novel. The two women even had wedding rings! Rather than feel jealous that he was already taken, she felt excited. Too much was happening.

	They found themselves at a seafood place, a little high priced but not that bad. Rachel picked something cheap, but seeing that Taylor asked her to pick an appetizer for them to share. 

	“We’re not made of money, but we’re here to have fun.”

	Once the orders were in, they asked about her. There wasn’t much to tell. Rachel was an 18 year old recent high school grad, living at home while planning on attending school at Indiana University for Engineering. She was treating herself to this trip, a reward for nothing in particular but she was sure she deserved one for something. It was her first time out of state, first time flying… lots of firsts so far. She refrained from adding she hoped there’d be some more.

	“But what about you guys,” she asked, not wanting to say all that much about herself. “Where are you from?”

	“Well,” said Fred, taking a sip of Pepsi, “We live outside of Buffalo. I grew up there.” He looked at Anita.

	“I’m from Chichen Itza!” Fred burst out laughing, and Rachel joined when the others did too even if she wasn’t sure of the joke. Wiping her eyes, Taylor added, “I’m from a lake!” Fred doubled his laughter, and pointed a finger at his slight wife.

	“You aquatic tart!”

	Rachel’s eyes widened, and laughing she said, “What, did she throw a sword at you?”

	Fred’s gaze swung over to her, and she could see happy approval in his eyes.

	“Yes! It was the violence inherent in the system!” They both started chanting together, leaving Anita and Taylor to look at each other in wonder.

	“Come see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I’m being repressed!” They broke into laughter, and Rachel found herself leaning back with her eyes closed, unable to remember when she had laughed that hard. All the stress of the day was flowing out of her… hell, it felt like years of loneliness was leaving as well. When she finally sat up and looked at Fred, he just grinned and shook his head at her.

	“We’re going to have these girls so confused if we keep this up. Which I see as a good thing!”

****

	It was 8 PM by the time they left the restaurant. Rachel’s problem had been ignored as she and Fred instead tried to work as many obscure quotes into the conversation as possible. THIS was one reason she had wanted to come here. To find people that understood her. There were none in her home town, and online wasn’t the same. She had worried that she’d end up afraid to talk to anyone, just sitting in the back as she always did, watching. Now here she was, part of a group, and loving it. 

	“Shit!” Taylor suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and swore. “We forgot to call the kids!” She whipped out her cell phone, and dialed. Rachel watched her. They had mentioned kids, but she hadn’t gotten all the details. “Debbie! Hi, it’s Taylor! How are the babies?… Oh, good. Are they awake? Yeah! Put us on speaker phone!” She motioned Anita over, and the two mothers huddled around the phone.

	“Hi kids! We miss you! Did you have fun?”

	They spoke for about five minutes, and Rachel wished she could hear both sides. The kids sounded wonderful. Fred stood next to her, grinning, providing some occasional commentary or explaining a reference to past family history. As things were wrapping up he went over to the phone to say hi and send them off to bed. Taylor promised to call earlier tomorrow, and they hung up.

	The talk of bedtime reminded Rachel that with regard to that issue she was still screwed. 

	“Um, guys?” Her three companions turned to give her their full attention. “Um, I still have no place to stay tonight.” She gave a faint smile, but the good of the past two hours was starting to be undone. Anita stepped forward, and lightly put her hand on Rachel’s shoulder.

	“I have an idea.” Rachel looked down at the slightly shorter woman. “We have two beds in our hotel room, but we’re only going to need one. You can stay with us.”

	Rachel blushed and looked down at her feet.

	“No, I can’t ask that of you guys… thank you, but…”

	“You’re not asking us, we’re asking you. It won’t be any problem, right?” Anita looked at Fred, who was giving her a look Rachel couldn’t interpret. It was almost as if… he was accusing her of having this in mind from the start! Rachel’s fragile social skills were close to the breaking point. This was too much. Too much was going on. She needed to be alone. She heard her name called, and looked over at Fred who had stepped closer but was respecting her personal space.

	“Rachel, it’s OK. You need a place to crash, and you’re more than welcome to stay with us. We’ll respect your privacy, and there will be NO high jinx or fooling around.” He gave first Taylor then Anita a hard stare as he said this, and they seemed to look embarrassed. Looking back at Rachel, he said, “Please… stay with us.”

	Unable to speak, or meet his eyes, Rachel found herself nodding yes. Fred smiled, a smile that did nothing to diminish her emotional turmoil, and he motioned her to walk with them. Her legs started moving, and they quietly made their way back to the hotel.

****

	They got her luggage out of the van and went unnoticed past the desk clerk up to their room. It was your normal two bed hotel room, with a TV. Fred mentioned they had reserved it when the idea had been to bring the kids, otherwise they would have tried for a single queen sized. Rachel placed her luggage down next to the bed closest to the door, and watched awkwardly as the other women took their shoes off and fell onto the other bed, complaining about all the walking their mean husband had made them do. Fred sat down on the edge of the bed next to them, removing his own shoes and socks, and looked over at Rachel.

	“Wimps.” This brought a giggle from her and complaints from the wimps. Feet freed, Fred stood up and dug a small portable DVD player out of his luggage and hooked it up to the TV. “Listen to any iRiffs, Rachel?” She shook her head, never having heard of them. “Well, we’ll change that.” He turned on the TV, grabbed a remote and sat down in the middle of his bed. The other two crawled up on either side of him, and Rachel slowly lay down on her bed facing the TV. The DVD menu came up and she heard a couple introduce themselves as Gary Slasher the serial killer and his wife Erin the zombie, who along with Satan would be mocking the movie Sleepaway Camp. Within five minutes of Fred hitting ‘play’ she had tears of laughter streaming from her eyes, and soon the four of them were calling out their own jokes. Anita broke some cold Pepsi out of a cooler and passed around some chips, and two hours flew by. When it was over, Fred looked over at the clock and yawned.

	“It’s kind of early, but I say we try and get some sleep. Gotta be well rested for a convention!”

	Taylor stood up and stretched, then looking over at Rachel suddenly realized something.

	“Um, Fred, we… none of us brought any pajamas.” Rachel’s eyes got wide, and the blush that had been absent for a few hours returned. Fred gave her an understanding smile, then looked at Taylor.

	“We can wear our underwear, or if either of you didn’t bring any bra’s you can use the shirt I wore today.” He looked over at Rachel,.

	“I… I have a nightgown.”

	“Good.” Fred indicated the bathroom. “You can go first, do your thing and change. If you’d like, I can turn most of the lights off in here.” Rachel blushed even more, then surprised herself by looking into his eyes.

	“No… that’s OK. I… don’t mind if you see.” With that she quickly got up, grabbed the extra large t-shirt she slept in, and fled into the bathroom. Closing the door, she leaned against it and tried to compose herself. She could hear them faintly talking in the other room.

	“Now you two behave. She’s shy, tired, and confused. Give her lots of space.”

	“I like her. I mean, really like her.”

	“Me too. There was something when I first saw her… like we were meant to meet her.”

	“What, you think Lisa is throwing another woman at me? Well, we’ll see. She’s beautiful and geeky, I’ll give you that.”

	Rachel jumped away from the door at that. Fred thought… she was beautiful. She put a hand up and squeezed a breast. Maybe… he wanted to fuck her. Rachel ripped off her clothes, and sat on the toilet with one hand between her legs and the other twisting her right nipple. She frantically rubbed the outside of her pussy, which was becoming like a swamp. Her middle finger went to her clit and it took less than a minute for her body to become stiff with pleasure. Long years of practice doing this with her parents sleeping next door kept her from making a sound. Rachel’s legs were extended towards the door, toes curled, and she imagined the door vanishing and Fred looking at her, seeing her naked and cumming. She came again, her head falling back and eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling. 

	Slowly, she came back down to Earth. She looked down at her body. Her long, smooth limbs, her orange sized breasts, the blond triangle of hair between her legs… No man had ever seen her. Did she want that to change?

	Well… not tonight. She stood, legs unsteady, and started the shower.

****

	Rachel woke in the middle of the night. She had heard… there it was again. There was giggling from the next bed, and the sound of movement. She kept her eyes on the ceiling, wanting to look but years of self enforced prudishness overrode that. She heard a male voice catch, then sigh in pleasure. Very faintly Fred mumbled, “You naughty girl”, followed by a giggle and more movement. Then, silence.

	Rachel fell asleep imagining what may have happened over there, and wishing she had been the one making Fred sigh.

****

	It was 10 AM when Fred led the small band out of the front of the hotel on their march towards the convention. He wore jeans, a Roger Waters ‘The Wall’ tour shirt, and his favorite Buffalo Sabres hat. The last might not be advisable in Philly, but fuck Philly fans. Taylor wore a light red sundress that showed off her white limbs, while Anita wore a Devil’s Panties black baby doll t-shirt and jean shorts that curved and swayed in ways that would make every hetero male and homo female take three or four looks. Rachel had chosen more geeky garb, black jeans that weren’t that form fitting and a black t-shirt with an old school diamond Doctor Who logo on it. Fred approved.

	In fact… Fred approved of all of her. Her curly blond hair, the large glasses… He may have ended up with two goddesses, but this was the type he had tended to be drawn to in high school and college. Apart from the hair color in many ways she was like Lisa. Especially when it came to her mind. Taylor and Anita were smart, but they weren’t… geeky. Or quick with a quote or bad pun. Fred hadn’t known how much he missed that till now.

	He stopped them in front of the 24 hour diner, and Taylor looked at it in horror.

	“Oh, HELL no!”

	Fred and the others laughed, and he patted her head as if she was a dog.

	“Oh hell yes! It’s good, filling food, and we have to start with a hearty brunch. Besides, you could stand to gain 20 pounds or so.” Pouting, she put both her hands on her belly.

	“I’ll be gaining weight soon enough another way!” Rachel looked a little startled at this and started blushing. She blushed at everything, Fred noticed. Once again he vowed to make sure everyone tried not to scare her. Opening the diner door he pushed Taylor in ahead of him, and the waitress seated them at a booth in the back. Picking up the menu he looked it over. They served everything all day, so you could have pancakes at 8 PM or fried shrimp at 8 AM. His eyes quickly found the breakfast specials, and he decided on a platter with heaps of everything. If you’re going to vacation, vacation as he always said. Taylor picked some cereal and fruit, which Fred poo pooed. Anita laughing tried the eggs and sausage, and Rachel getting into the spirit of things picked her own stack of pancakes and bacon. Fred rewarded her with his approval, and she smiled and blushed happily.

	Taylor ended up stealing some bacon from Fred and a sausage from Anita, although the latter put up a good defense of her food. It took a diversion of  “hey, that baby looks like Freddy!” to free up the food. The two women growled at each other, forks at the ready for combat. Fred just looked over at the shyly grinning Rachel and sighed.

	“Kids.”

****

	They took their time walking over to the convention center, wandering around near City Hall for a while. Fred took their pictures with the Masonic temple in the background, just because. They arrived at the large impressive convention center, and entered the lobby. 

	Fred stopped. There it was. Hanging down near the registration tables was an old purple banner with, in large white letters, “World Science Fiction Society” written in four lines. So far as he knew this same banner was hung at every Worldcon, and to him it symbolized that this was the real thing. Other conventions might be bigger, flashier, and nowadays even more important, but nothing else was Worldcon. 

	They got in line to pick up their registrations. Taylor had legally changed her last name to match Fred’s, even though he was legally married to Anita, so all three stood together. Rachel had to pick another line, but they all finished about the same time and headed off to an empty corner and sat on the floor by the wall in a circle to check out their goody bags. Large soft cover convention book, a name tag- Fred quickly attached his to the provided string and hung it around his neck. The others did the same, joking about how well it matched their various outfits. The highlight of the packet however was the pocket schedule. Sure, nowadays they had a PDF version, but for Fred the small spiral bound booklet was much more the thing. He pulled out the pen he had grabbed from a swag table they had passed, and started going through the various panel listings. So much to see… Did he do the review of images from the latest Mars mission, or listen to fantasy authors talk about plots you should never do? Lovecraft in role-playing, or Reality: Fact or Fiction? So many choices!

	Today, being the first day, started late so the first panel wasn’t until 1 PM. Anita and Taylor were comparing notes and trying to find things they both liked, but Fred noticed Rachel just listening and looking down at her booklet nervously. Time to step in.

	“OK, ladies.” All three looked up at him. “It’s time for a plan of action. There are LOTS of things to do here, and there’s no way we’ll all be on the same page for much of it. I say we just each make out our own schedule, and not worry about if we’re the only one that wants to do it. If we meet up in one, great! If not, we have something to talk to the others about. Agreed?” They nodded, with Rachel looking especially relieved. Fred looked down at his picks for the day. “I found something for each of the first three sessions today. How about we take a quick look at the dealer room…” Taylor gave him a pleading gaze. “… or art show, then split up and meet again in the dealer room at 6 PM. Sound good?” Taylor darted her head in and gave him a quick kiss, which drew some amused or jealous looks and the usual blushing from Rachel.

	“Well, let’s go!”

****

	Rachel checked the map again, then the schedule. Room D-8… ah, here it was. “Godzilla vs Gamera: Who’s The Real Big Green Guy?” She was so glad the panel names were written on whiteboards just outside the rooms. She had a terrible phobia of being in the wrong room, but so far it looked like it would be hard to get lost here. Well… at least harder. She was sure she’d somehow manage it at least once by the end of the week.

	She entered the room, which was lightly occupied as of yet. About fifteen rows of chairs were divided by an aisle down the middle, facing a long table at the far end with a white table cloth, microphone, and a half dozen chairs. Rachel looked around for a good place to sit… and saw him. Alone. Fred was sitting about four rows from the back to her right. She had never been alone with him. OK, there were other people in this room, but it would be just him and her and no wives… should she go sit next to him? Could she bring herself to actually do that? In all her teen years she had never ever had the strength to do something like that. But… this was different. He was different. 

	She, maybe, was different.

	“This seat taken?”

	Fred looked up and saw Rachel standing there, smiling nervously, and he broke into a grin. 

	“Have a seat!” She sat down one chair over from him, which he knew for her took quite a bit of nerve. He put down the schedule he had been going over for the tenth time, and was about to say something when he noticed she was trying to get up the courage to speak. He stayed silent, giving her his full attention.

	“I… I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for me. You and the others!” she quickly added, blushing. “I’m not used to anyone taking an interest in me. I… don’t know… well,” she smiled, “I don’t know if I’d know if you were dangerous or trying to take advantage of me or something.”

	Fred smiled, stroking his chin.

	“You know, you’re right. For all you know we could be some evil satanic cult trying to lure you in for fiendish reasons!” Rachel laughed.

	“Yes! Maybe you want me for a virgin sacrifice!”

	Rachel’s eyes suddenly went wide and she tensed up. Why had she said that. Her gaze whipped around to see if anyone had heard. Why had she said that! He’d now know… She felt a hand on her shoulder, a light touch. Looking she saw Fred with an understanding expression on his face. He was turned towards her, and she could tell he was ready to remove his hand the instant she hinted it was too much contact. She could feel her heart beating, and every nerve in her body seemed to be focused on that one point where his fingers met her shirt. This was the point where she should run. She could run, then replay the moment in her fantasies and imagine how it could have been if she had stayed. She could at least have that…

	Rachel reached her left hand up, and taking Fred’s left hand off of her shoulder she brought it down to the chair… still holding it. Her face was burning red, and she brought her other hand over to help with the hand holding, as if one just didn’t have enough experience to do the job well. Fred stayed quiet, waiting. She just squeezed his hand. Fred saw over her shoulder two men he assumed were the panel speakers walk in, so he gently removed his hand then gave both of hers a quick caress. 

	“I do want you. All three of us do. If you want to be wanted. Be warned, we have never had anyone join us casually… and never will.” He turned her attention to the stage. She may have faced it, but for the first half hour her thoughts were elsewhere.

****

	Taylor was walking through the dealer area, thinking. 

	Things weren’t going as planned on this trip. They never did. On the other hand, she’d be a fool not to see the parallels to their Mexico adventures. They just HAPPEN to come upon a young woman in need who finds Fred incredibly handsome, and who Fred is obviously attracted to… it was the “young” part that was bothering Taylor the most if she was going to be honest about it. The girl was eighteen. Eighteen! Was she going to be getting an eighteen year old wife?!?

	There she was again, assuming all these things were already pre-decided. She and Anita had never, seriously, talked about if this relationship was open to having others join them. Oh, sure, there had been joking, such as Fred’s rule which Anita had broken- had she suspected where things would lead when she did that? Taylor thought she had. Anita had sensed a potential wife, and rather than ignore it as Taylor might have (and had, in a couple cases over the years) she had gone over and talked to the girl. 

	The girl… OK, Taylor may have been all of 23 when she had met her love but she had been acting like a slutty high school kid. Rachel was obviously repressed but she was serious and probably more grown up then Taylor. Being a mother didn’t make you an adult, it just means you had sex without protection. 

	Taylor suddenly had a vision of Rachel nude on all fours, her belly swollen, being fucked by Fred as both her and Anita sucked on a breast. She stopped walking in front of a display table and closed her eyes for a second. 

	“You OK?” A woman in a very Wiccan outfit was sitting behind the table and looking at Taylor with concern. Taylor shook her head and looked at her, smiling. The booth sold small pewter dragons and fairies, along with assorted jewelry. 

	“Oh, I’m fine. Just a sudden erotic fantasy. Oh! Fred!” She waved then ran over to her lover, who was standing with Anita and Rachel. 

	The woman watched her as Taylor gave Fred and Anita a big hug. Now SHE had an erotic fantasy for later.

	The four made another circuit of the dealers room, with Fred buying a “What part of ‘Bwahaha haha haha!’ don’t you understand?” t-shirt and Anita picking up some wooden toys. Taylor noticed that Rachel was being quiet, which was normal, but she now and then would reach out and touch Fred. Something had changed. Tonight might bring more changes.

	Taylor insisted they check out the art room again before leaving for dinner. Rachel was fascinated as they slowly walked down the rows of paintings. She had never been the artistic type, but simply loved looking. They had set up four aisles of wooden pegboard cubicles, and each artist could buy one or more walls to put up their wares. Convention goers could either place a bid on a piece, which would go to auction if there were enough bids, or an artist could supply prints to be sold at the print shop. There were some amazing pieces, many having been used as book covers. There was also crap, but, hey, art was in the eye yadda yadda. 

	When they came to Taylor’s section, Rachel looked in awe. It was… incredible. The three walls of the cubical were covered with various sized paintings, mostly of various fantasy themes. Her style was realistic yet with a fluid line that made them come alive. One that jumped out at her was of a nude pregnant woman who obviously Anita… Anita with cat features lounging in front of a Mayan temple. Rachel just looked at Anita, then back at the painting, noticing the size and shape of the painted breasts, the curve of her hips, wondering how the reality compared… she was blushing again. Anita looked at her, a knowing smile on her lips.

	“She’s good, isn’t she.” She pulled Taylor into her arms and gave her a quick, tender kiss. “I don’t know how she talked me into posing, but I’m glad I did. I’ve never looked so beautiful.” Her face suddenly clouded, and in an instant Fred was there to whisper into her ear. She closed her eyes and nodded, then turned and buried her face into his chest. Taylor stood there, letting them have their moment. Noticing Rachel was looking confused and embarrassed, she went next to her and spoke softly.

	“Anita had a hard time giving birth to Freddy. She can’t have any more. Well… we won’t let her.” Taylor put her hands to her belly. Rachel had never really given much thought to children. Oh, she liked them, but never had having babies herself been part of her daydreams. It was then that she noticed that children, or at least motherhood, was a theme of many of Taylor’s paintings. Motherhood and love. 

****

	Dinner was at a steak place near the convention center. It was OK, but not great. Part of that may have been due to the somewhat somber mood. Anita wasn’t her normal cheerful self, which in turn had Fred and Taylor concerned and fussing over her. Watching this, Rachel thought more about what Fred had said. “We have never had anyone join us casually… and never will.” He did not want a casual fling. They wanted… Love. Devotion. Family. Trust. Support. 

	So did she, with all her heart. She wanted to be wanted. Not just by anybody, although given this was the first time anyone had shown her the least interest that was a possibility. She wanted Fred.

	But, to have him… she’d also have to have Taylor. And Anita. Sexually. She wasn’t bi, not that she knew of. She had never seen anyone in the school locker room and had erotic thoughts about them. But, when she looked at these two, these beautiful wives and lovers of her Fred… she did feel something. All of a sudden, she remembered a quote from a story she had found online that had touched her. It had been called “The Siblings”, by Michael K. Smith, and while she had found the idea of incest unpleasant to start with it had been an incredibly romantic tale. At the end the duo had met another woman, and the brother who was narrating the story put it this way:

	  “Their kiss was tender and beautiful and, watching them silently, I discovered a new array of emotions I'd never felt before.  They were so different in so many ways and I wondered if I was the bridge between them. Each was undeniably heterosexual, yet the closeness of their bodies and the fusion of their lips and the writhing of their tongues seemed obvious and entirely natural […]  I understood that this was a first for both of them -- and that what they were sharing didn't extend to other women.  It was unique between themselves.  And I was a part of it, too.”

	She wanted to be part of it.

****

	They were walking four abreast down the street back towards the hotel. It was still somewhat light out, although it would probably be dark by the time they got back. Fred was walking with Taylor on his right, and Rachel to his left with Anita flanking her. Things were more cheerful now, the desert of chocolate cake helping to pick up Anita’s spirits. Taylor was trying, with no success, to try and find some other breakfast place they could go to the next morning among the places they passed, and Fred was enjoying the increasingly desperate quest. All was right in the world.

	He suddenly felt something soft on his left hand. Looking down, he saw Rachel’s hand slowly gripping his. He looked up into her eyes, and saw them full of hope and fear. It was then he noticed that she had also taken Anita’s hand, and Anita was looking across at him with happy wonderment. Fred intertwined his fingers with Rachel’s, and their eyes met. He felt her squeeze his hand.

	“I… I want you.” Rachel swallowed, then rushed to continue before she lost her nerve. “All of you. Forever. But… I’ve never…” 

	Fred raised their joined hands up to her face and extended two fingers to caress her cheek. Her face was red hot. 

	“I’m a firm believer that ‘no means no’, even among lovers.” Her eyes lit up when she realized she was included in that term. “If you join us, we have all the time in the world so there’s no rush in anything.” They stopped, and Taylor moved in front of them taking Fred and Anita’s hands, completing the circle. Fred looked from one to another.

	“Let’s make her first night special.”

****

	Rachel stood in the middle of the hotel room. She was shaking. Never had she dreamed it would be like this, yet this was everything she had ever dreamed of. Fred was standing in front of her. Strong. Handsome. Taylor stood to her right. Petite. Romantic. To her left was Anita. Sexy. Caring. Suddenly Fred stepped closer, and put his right hand up behind her head. Leaning in, he tilted her head and as she closed her eyes…

	They kissed.

	Time stood still. Rachel could feel his tongue lightly lick her lips, and without thinking she opened her mouth and sent her own tongue out after it. She heard Fred groan, and while one hand caressed her hair his other went to her waist and drew her against him. Her own hands went to his body and started exploring- his back, his chest, his ass. One of Fred’s hands dropped from her head to cup one small breast, causing her to gasp, while the other cupped her ass. Fred’s mouth kissed and licked its way down her jaw line to her neck, and one of her hands shot up to hold his head there. 

	Finally, he drew back. She was panting, her heart beating so loud they all had to hear it, and she held Fred’s shoulders so she wouldn’t collapse to the ground. She looked at him in wonder.

	“I love you.”

	He smiled, and raised a hand to caress her cheek. 

	“I love you too.”

	“As do I.”

	Rachel turned and saw Taylor stepping up to her. She raised a hand and drew the younger girl’s head down and kissed her. There was no hesitation on Rachel’s part, as she had feared there’d be. She wanted this. All of this. Taylor’s kiss was different. It was softer, more fleeting. She drew Rachel’s tongue in, making her feel like the male taking his woman. The more aggressive she got, the more she felt Taylor’s excitement grow. Both of Taylor’s hands were caressing her breasts, and Rachel returned the touch. She could feel the rock hard nipples through the shirt, and she wondered what they would taste like. After an eternity she pulled back, and turned to Anita.

	“We all love you, my friend.” Anita drew Rachel against her, squashing her breasts against the younger woman’s, and kissing her with such passion that Rachel could think of nothing besides her soft wet lips. Their tongues did not so much duel as seduce each other, over and over. Finally, Anita released Rachel and turned her to face Fred. 

	Rachel’s body and mind were afire. She wanted this. Oh, god, she wanted this. A fantasy of hers suddenly burst into her mind, and not giving herself time to think she closed her eyes and spoke.

	“Taylor… Anita… strip me.”

	The two looked at each other, lust, love, and amusement in their eyes, then moved to slowly remove her clothing. First the shirt, raised over her head. When it caught on Rachel’s glasses, Taylor took them off the woman and put them safely on the night table. They were mostly for reading, she had said, so wouldn’t be needed. Her skin was a few shades darker then Taylor’s, smooth with a few freckles. Anita dropped to her knees and undid her pants, and as they fell to the floor she had Rachel step out of not just them but her shoes and socks as well. Soon she was just in her bra and panties. Fred was looking at her with naked lust and need, and she shivered. Rachel felt her bra unfasten, and moving her arms she let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were perfect half spheres and firm, and it took all her will power to keep Rachel from reaching up and squeezing them. She thought she could cum from that alone.

	Her panties then fell to the floor. She was bare before HIM. Before THEM. 

	Without saying a word Taylor and Anita turned to Fred and began to remove his clothing. Now Rachel did touch herself, without conscious thought. His bare chest, with strong muscles and a light coating of black hair… his jeans dropped, and she saw the large bulge in his boxers. Her hands squeezed both her breasts, unable to wait. Then he was standing naked before her. His hard cock pointed upward, seeming to pulse. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Pictures and movies, viewed in fear of discovery, couldn’t do this reality justice. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. All three of them were beautiful…

	She felt a light touch on each shoulder, and Taylor whispered for her to back up and lie on the bed. She complied, finding herself in the middle with her head on the pillow. Someone had removed the bedspread, and the soft sheets were cold against her back. She felt a large weight on the bed and suddenly Fred was there, looming over her. He looked down into her eyes, and while his right hand held him up his left caressed her cheek, then move down to her neck as he leaned down and kissed her. 

	Rachel closed her eyes, and focused on each sensation. His kisses became more sensual as his hand moved down her shoulder, his fingers tracing a line around her breasts. She raised up, trying to force him to touch them, and with a laugh he started to spiral his fingers up her right breast till he reached the hard tip, giving it a light pinch that made her groan. Her own hands were caressing any part to him she could reach, not knowing or caring where they were so long as they felt hot flesh. Fred’s body started to shift downward, and his lips kissed and licked their way down her neck, then up her breasts. She was moaning now, all her training to be silent while pleasuring herself at home lost as the pleasure kept mounting. She could feel Fred’s hand move downward through her patch of blond hair, entering her wet inner thighs. She spread her legs, and his finger parted her lips.

	“Ah!”

	Fred raised his head from her breasts, a look of startled understanding as he saw the slight grimace of pain on his lovers face. He looked over at Anita and Taylor, who now naked were sitting on the edge of the other bed.

	“Just be gentle,” Taylor said. Looking back at Rachel’s face he saw her nod.

	“Fuck me. Please. Just… fuck me now!”

	Fred ran his fingers up and down her slit, marveling at how wet she already was, then ran them up to her clit, causing her back to arch up off the mattress. She was ready. He removed his hand, then called over Taylor and Anita. They got up and stood next to the bed, and as Rachel watched in embarrassed horror first Anita then Taylor licked her juices from his fingers. He brought a third glistening finger up to her lips, and she suddenly realized she’d be tasting Anita and Taylor soon and the thought made her pussy spasm. She raised her head and took his finger into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Her lust filled mind now wondered what Fred’s cum tasted like…

	Fred moved is body over hers and between her legs. She spread herself as wide as she could, her breathing seemingly so fast it matched her heart beat. She felt the head of his enormous (to her) cock rubbing through her soaking outer lips, then the tip caught in the opening and Fred paused. He looked into her eyes, and the fact that even then he was willing to stop if she wished it made her heart over flow. She put both hands up to his face.

	“Fuck me, my love…” 

	She suddenly felt Anita and Taylor kneeling on either side of her, and each took a hand and grasped it tightly. Then, Fred thrust.

	It wasn’t as horrible as her mother had tried to make it out to be, but she did cry out. Fred had managed to bury himself all the way in, and he just held himself there as her body trembled around him. Anita and Taylor whispered and cooed at her, their hands lightly caressing her face, breasts, and hair. After a few moments Rachel moved her legs up to cross them behind his ass, and he took this as a sign to slowly start moving. 

	It was unlike anything she had ever felt, or even imagined feeling. Never had even a finger or pencil penetrated Rachel, and now a large hard hot throbbing rod was pumping in and out of her. She freed her hands from the grips of the other women and put them up onto Fred, drawing his face down into a frenzied kiss. She felt soft female hands down where they were joined, and that sent her over the edge. She howled, and she felt herself clamp down on his cock. He kept pumping, despite her body’s best attempt to lock him in place, and she felt herself pulsing around him, each pulse sending a rush of pleasure through her entire body. 

	Fred suddenly froze, and she felt him swell within her and to her wonderment she could feel.. actually feel! his seed burst into her. Her finger nails dug into his back, and she chanted his name over and over. 

	Finally, exhausted, Rachel’s arms and legs relaxed and fell down to the bed, and she just looked up dazed at her lover. Fred slowly pulled out of her, which brought a slight tinge of pain but also a sense of loss and emptiness. He quickly lay down beside her, and pulled her body over against his. His hands gently ran over her back, as she started crying into his chest. 

	“Shhh… it’s OK, my love.” She cried even harder at that, and Anita moved to lay behind her and press herself against Rachel’s back. Taylor joined them, and they lay like that for some time.

****

	Rachel told them her history. Her years of loneliness, the repressive small town life. Her hopes, her dreams. They told her their story, of the chance meetings and growing family. They talked long into the night, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

****

	An hour later Fred rolled an inch to the left and fell off the bed.

****

	The first real morning of the convention, and already it seemed this was how life had always been.

	The four awoke early, and not wanting to miss the first panels doubled up on the showers to save time and water. Rachel found herself soaping up Taylor, who insisted with a grin that every inch of herself be cleaned, including up her ass. Only when Rachel started to move soapy fingers into her nose did Taylor realize two could play at that game. They dressed quickly, although Fred and Rachel had a tough time picking out appropriate convention shirts (much to the amusement of the others). In the end he picked an Usagi Yojimbo shirt, and Rachel went with a black xkcd ‘Maybe if this shirt is witty enough somebody will finally love me’ ensemble. When they had a second, Taylor pulled Rachel aside.

	“You know you’re dressing for him the same way we are, right? There’s more than one way to be sexy.” Rachel nodded, smiling. 

	They hit the diner again, this time with no complaints from Taylor. She upgraded to French toast, eggs and bacon, Anita piled on the waffles and both Taylor and Fred munched down pancakes and home fries. Lunch would be a hit or miss affair, so they stocked up on calories early. They wandered into the convention center a bit before the first panels, so took a look around the message boards.

	Worldcon is, at its heart, a geeky party. It’s not about speakers, or promoting the latest movie or the like. It’s a place where year after year people can come and meet again. In the world pre-internet world, this was where connections were made, friendships renewed, and authors and publishers got together to party and do deals. And the heart of all this was the message boards. Large free standing boards were set up in a hall with the names of everyone registered at the convention. Want to contact them? Put a pin next to their name, and leave a message in their spot in the box. Other boards had ads for all the parties. Oh, the parties. Parties to bribe you to vote for a city to hold a future Worldcon, parties to thank you for voting for them last year, parties for this small publisher or that fan group, parties for transgender vampire Xanth fans… If you were looking for a geeky hookup or just a drinking crowd, you could find something different every night.

	Taylor and Rachel were going over the party listings, laughing. Near them were some other early risers, of both genders, who were trying without success to pretend they weren’t trying to hear if any of the parties caught the attractive female duos interest. Fred stood back, amused. Watching others try and pick up his women was always fun, as nobody ever figured he was involved in any way. He had taken Taylor to a Nightwish concert once at an old theater in Toronto. They had been on the balcony, with Taylor sitting on the floor with her legs dangling over the edge and Fred standing a a step or two away. This high school kid had come up between them, looked down at the waif of a girl, looked around to see if anyone was looking, then eased himself down next to her. Fred waited about five minutes then squatted down and talked to Taylor. The kid must have jumped five feet.

	Rachel came up to Fred, and put her hand on his arm. The smile he gave made her, not so much blush anymore, but reflect his affection back at him. Step by step, she was transforming.

	“Fred, what’s your last name?”

	He was startled for a moment, and then with a laugh realized that naturally that kind of thing hadn’t come up yet. At least they were on a first name basis before sharing bodily fluids.

	“Hunt. Why?”

	“Well… there’s a pin next to a Taylor Hunt on the board.”

	She led a surprised Fred over, and sure enough someone had left a message for Taylor. Given they knew nobody here, this was rather interesting. Fred pulled the pin and went over to find the note. Digging it out, he turned to see Taylor and Anita coming over to see what was up. He held the piece of paper out to her.

	“Someone left you a love note.” Startled, Taylor grabbed it and scanned the lines. Her eyes widened, and trembling she dropped the note. Rachel knelt down to pick it up, while Taylor struggled to speak to her worried mates.

	“It’s… it’s a publisher! They like my paintings! They want to talk about commissioning pictures!” She started hopping up and down, and luckily she kept her long hair loose as if it had been in a braid someone could have gotten seriously hurt. Grinning, Fred took the note from Rachel and gave it a scan. He then cocked an eye at the still dancing Taylor.

	“You know, this is Raymond Feist’s publisher. Maybe you could show him your Carline series…”

	Taylor froze, looked at him, then gave out a loud sound known the world over as “The Fangirl Squeal”.

****

	The question was going to be, what happens next.

	Fred sat off to the side of the largest panel room, waiting for what should be an incredible discussion of upcoming space missions and updates on current ones. However, as he found himself without any of the trio next to him he felt free to think thoughts he otherwise would push out until later.

	What were they going to do.

	The future had been uncertain enough to start with. Anita was the only one with a good steady job, running a downtown hotel. He was unemployed, and his idea of trying his hand at writing seemed more foolish every day. Unless, maybe, if he could do something online that could work the way web comics do, but he doubted an analysis of the Battle of Yorktown would sell may t-shirts. Probably he should try for a local college position, even if it was a community college… but, for now money was a problem. If Taylor, who had been staying home with the kids, could start bringing in even half what his old job had paid they could still be in good shape. Then again, they needed a new house so they could have more room and some privacy. Their family kept growing…

	Which brought him to Rachel. Fred sighed. Rachel… what were they going to do. What did SHE want to do. Well, she said she loved them and wanted to be with them forever. Which, she probably did… but he wasn’t stupid. He had screwed up and gone too fast. This poor girl was latching onto the first people to ever understand her, and not just Taylor and Anita but he himself was encouraging it. He expected that of the impulsive romantic Taylor, but he’s suppose to be the adult here, damn it! You can’t commit to a lifetime relationship within days of meeting someone!

	Yet… it had worked out twice.

	Fred shook his head, noticing that the room was about full and it looked like they were about to begin. The future relationships between him and both Taylor and Anita had been all but settled after an intense short… trial courtship might be one way to put it. Nobody had known that was, in fact, what it was at the time, but when they parted at the end it was with the knowledge of where things were going. There had been a month of dating with Taylor and 5 months of immigration fun with Anita to delay things and give them time to make sure they knew what they really wanted, but… they could have just as easily come home with him that day. Would it be the same with Rachel?

	Did she want to come with them?

****

	That guy kept staring at Rachel.

	She was sitting against the wall outside one of the rooms, waiting for the previous panel to end. She did NOT care about poetry in science fiction. What she DID care about was Greg Bear, and planned on being front row in the panel he was doing with some biologist. She had a battered copy of ‘The Infinity Concerto’ with her, and as she hadn’t seen Bear listed for an autograph session later in the week hoped to get up the nerve to ask him to sign it. And maybe ask why his best work was out of print…

	Out of the corner of her eye she saw the guy sitting against the far wall looking at her again. He looked away quickly as soon as he thought she had noticed, but soon was back at it. Rachel looked down at the pocket schedule and thought. What the hell was going on?

	Wait… was that guy… INTERESTED in her?!?

	The very idea blew her away. She glanced over again. He was cute, sort of. Tall, skinny, with a scruffy goatee. Probably college aged. A COLLEGE guy was into her! A few days ago she wouldn’t have believed it!

	And… a few days ago she wouldn’t have noticed. Thinking, Rachel considered that this was the main point. She hadn’t changed much. Same look, maybe some new self confidence, but over all outwardly she was identical. Thus, it’s possible lots (or at least some) guys had been trying to get her attention and she never picked up on it. After all, nobody wanted her, so why look to see if anybody wanted her? Once she had been isolated she helped raise the walls higher all by herself.

	Which, now that the walls were down, raised the issue… did she want to take a look around before settling with Fred, Taylor and Anita?

	She could talk to this guy. To others. See what people were like. Explore. Date. The world was open to her. Why limit herself now that there were no limits…

	Rachel caught the eye of the staring stranger, and smiling shook her head ‘no’. Looking back down at the schedule, she thought of her new family. She wanted nothing else.

****

	Anita had expected not to like this place. Oh, she had agreed easily enough to the vacation, when Fred had proposed it. He cheerfully did things she wanted, so the return was only right, plus when they were together it didn’t really matter what they were doing. However, she didn’t care for science fiction, or science, and very little fantasy slipped into her reading list. A good mystery or thriller was more her cup of hot chocolate. Originally she was delegated the task of taking care of the kids while Fred and Taylor played at the convention, and she had been looking forward to that. She didn’t get as much alone time with them as Taylor did, although as a result by the fourth day her temper with the little ones might have gotten to the breaking point. Now here she was going to all these talks about subjects she would have said would be incredibly boring or stupid…

	And she was having the time of her life.

	So much of this applied to any type of fiction. The talk on how men write females, and vice-versa, for example had related directly to any number of books she had read and was incredibly interesting. And there was so much humor! Often by the end she was laughing hysterically, about something an hour earlier she had never heard of or considered. If they had the money, she was going to make them come to this every year.

	This current panel was a perfect example. The subject was on how to create magic systems for a fantasy story, and three female authors she had never heard of were up behind the table talking. The first two went on for awhile giving their views, on how you can create the story then come up with the magical rules that let you do what you want to do, or you can create the limits of the magic and let those dictate how the plot played out, etc. While they were saying this the woman at the end, who had a bit too much jewelry for Anita’s taste, seemed to be getting more and more upset. When they turned to her, she had paused, composed herself, and half glared at them.

	“Well, since magic is obviously real I look at the various books on it and pick out the aspect of that system I want to base my story on.”

	Anita settled back in her chair. This was going to be GOOD.

****

	Taylor skipped down the hallway.

	They wanted her to paint for them. They would pay money for something she was doing for the love of it anyways. Oh, sure, they’d want her to paint things that showed, somewhat, what they wanted them to show, but she’d seen enough book covers that had nothing to do with the actual contents to not be too worried about that. Besides, she was more mature now and creating art that followed someone else’s vision didn’t seem as evil as it had in college. 

	Plus, they wanted the rights to use some of her existing paintings that were all her. That right there stroked her ego something fierce.

	Taylor stopped at an intersection, and leaning against the wall removed the water bottle from her waist and took a swig. Fred had been so right to insist they all carry one, as it made this place so much easier to deal with. She shook it, noting that she was down to about two swallows worth. Time to think about refilling it…

	“Taylor?!?!”

	She swung around, startled.

	The apparent speaker was a tall redheaded guy, maybe college aged. He was looking at her with unbelieving wonderment, as if she was a ghost. She cocked her head at him. Didn’t look familiar. Just some guy in kakis and an Eagles shirt with red hair… her eyes widened. Her step brother.

	“Nathan?!”

	The young man in question quickly walked up to Taylor, towering over the slim woman. He had to be a good six inches taller than Fred, and he smiled down at his long lost sibling.

	“Taylor! It’s… it’s you! My God, it’s you!” She stepped back a half pace to give herself some more personal space, and got an uncertain expression on her face.

	“Nathan… what… why are you here?”

	He grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her.

	“Well, I’m in Philly because we moved here a couple years after you left. Specifically, I’m here because I wanted to see what it was like.” His grin got a touch of a harder edge, and he looked her body over, noting the thin strapped sundress and all the exposed skin. “What about you? Are you ‘working’ this convention?”

	Her hand was slapping his face before the sentence was finished. The sound stopped all conversation in the hall, and her face was pure fury.

	“How DARE you!” In that moment she had seem her stepfather in his eyes, and naked fear and anger filled her. His head reeled back, and when he once again turned to her for a moment she saw the confused eyes of the 10 year old she had known and abandoned. Then he smirked down at her and it vanished.

	“Mom said you stripped and ho’d so she kicked you out.”

	Taylor’s eyes narrowed to daggers.

	“I stripped for one summer so I wouldn’t have to take money from that skank or your drunk ass father.” She looked past him, and saw someone taking into a cell phone while looking right at them. “Now, given I think they’re going to believe me in any dispute here being small and helpless, you probably should go.” Taylor waited a second, saw no movement, and glared up at him; glared with all the hate and loathing that had built up in the 10 years after her Daddy died. Ten years that she had put up with that family. Everything she had buried, everything that had made her flee as soon as that college acceptance letter had come. Everything that said if he didn’t move his sorry ass, she was going to rip his fucking face off and use his blood as paint.

	Nathan took a step back, paused to gather himself… then turned and walked away. 

	As soon as he was out of sight, Taylor fell back against the wall and slid down onto the floor. Her vision was blurry, and it took a moment before she realized she was crying. A small crowd came over, and a middle aged woman in a dark blue dress with a dragon pin dropped down to a knee in front of her.

	“Hey… you OK?” 

	Taylor nodded, then turned to struggle with her handbag and brought out a tissue and her phone. Seeing she had someone she could contact, the woman rose and told the others to give her some space. Taylor ignored them, and as soon as she could read the screen through her tears made her call.

	“Fred… where are you… I need you. I’ll be there soon. Wait for me…. no, I’ll come there. Please….” She hung up, and struggled to her feet as she dropped the phone into the bag. The woman was still standing there, and caught Taylor’s arm when she slipped a bit. Once Taylor was up the woman, whoes name tag she could now see said “Betty”, gave her a clean tissue and let her blow her nose.

	“Thank you… Do… do you know where B 5 is?”

	Betty pointed the way and offered to take her, but Taylor declined. She put a hand on the woman’s arm, thanking her, then pushed off of the wall and set off.

****

	All three of them were waiting outside the room for Taylor as she rounded the corner, and they hurried over. Her composure left her again and she broke down, and the three surrounded her like a protective shield and moved her off into a corner away from everyone and sat her down against the wall. Fred sat next to her and pulled her into his lap, and Taylor buried her head into his chest as Rachel and Anita stroked her head and arms and asked what was wrong. It took her awhile to answer.

	“I’ve… I’m being childish,” she said, finally. Fred looked down at his little Taylor, mother of his firstborn, and smiled.

	“Yes. But what’s the problem?” A snorting laugh came through the tears, and Taylor’s fist hit Fred in the chest. He hugged her tight, rocking a bit. He saw someone with a convention badge start to come over, but he shook his head and the guy nodded and moved off. Fred looked down at her again. “Are you ready to talk?”

	It came out slowly, haltingly, with much implied but with no pushing for details she didn’t want to reveal. When her tale was done, Taylor looked around at them. The pure, naked love she felt pouring out of them washed over her. She even felt it from Rachel, and she raised a hand to her new wife’s cheek in wonder, only to have Rachel take it in her own hands and kiss the palm. Anita caressed Taylor’s face.

	“Do you want to go to the hotel?” 

	“No… no.” Taylor gave a small laugh. “If it was next door, maybe, but I don’t want to walk right now. I’ll go to whatever panel Rachel wants to do next.” Rachel smiled at that, and as the doors up and down the hallway swung open announcing the end of that session’s panels she stood and offered her hand to Taylor. 

	“There’s a good one on how to build a laser weapon in your basement in ten minutes.”

****

	Rachel and Taylor entered the hotel room, and shut the door. Taylor tossed her bag onto a chair and plopped onto the nearest bed, kicking her sneakers off then getting rid of the socks. Wiggling her toes, she tried to decide if there was less walking at a convention or in Mexico. She came to the conclusion that if Fred was vacationing, sore feet would be in the forecast. At least this evening she had been able to cut it short a bit. After dinner Fred and Anita had decided to go find the anime screening room set up at a hotel near the convention center and watch a showing of ‘Whisper of the Heart’. 

	Rachel put her own bag of goodies down on the dresser and sorted through it. Where was it… ah. She pulled out a small plastic bag, then looked over at Taylor. 

	“Um… close your eyes.”

	Taylor gave her an inquiring glance, then smiling looked forward and closed her eyes. She heard a rustling, then felt a kiss. She leaned into it, feeling a tongue lightly flick at her lips, then it pulled away and Rachel told her to open her eyes.

	“It’s for you.”

	Rachel held out a small statue, maybe a hands breadth tall. It was a thin nude woman, a water nymph, rising out of a pool of water with an expression of love and joy on her face. Rachel’s own face was one of uncertainty, and she bit her bottom lip as Taylor reached out with shaking hands and took the gift. Taylor looked down in wonder, running her hands over it, noting the long brown hair flowing off the nymph and becoming one with the water. 

	“Oh…” She looked up at Rachel. “Oh, my Love…” Rachel’s eyes widened at that, and tears started to form. She sat down next to Taylor, and after Taylor carefully put her treasure on the nightstand Rachel’s hands reached out and pulled her slight form to her. Rachel’s mouth sought out Taylor’s, kissing and licking its way around her face and neck. Her hands roamed lightly over her bare arms and shoulders, delighting in the smooth skin. A hand rose up to caress that hair, that long flowing hair…

	Rachel pulled back, and taking off her glasses she handed them to Taylor to be placed next to the statue. Once that was done Rachel lay on the bed and pulled Taylor down on top of her. Taylor gave a giggling scream, and Rachel ended up on her back with Taylor straddling her waist. Looking down at the younger girl, Taylor reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress and slowly raised it up over her head, tossing it off to the side. Her small firm breasts beaconed to Rachel, and she reached up and caressed them, causing Taylor to close her eyes and sigh. Rachel took that moment to roll over, flipping a squealing Taylor over onto her back and looming over her. Rachel’s hands held Taylor’s arms over her head, half buried in her hair, and lowering herself Rachel began kissing her neck. With Taylor moaning encouragement, she slowly licked and sucked southward, coming for the first time to another woman’s breast. She kissed her way up it, the salty taste driving her crazy. She went from one to another, nibbling and licking, letting go of Taylor’s arms so she could caress them as well. She felt her hands in her hair, playing with the curls, then… she felt Taylor’s hands slowly, gently, pushing her head downwards.

	She followed their lead.

	Taylor lifted her legs and removed her own panties when Rachel got to them, then spread herself wide for her lover. Rachel looked down at the shaved treasure before her, the delicate pink lips and the moisture between them. She looked up into Taylor’s eyes, and Taylor looked back with love and understanding.

	“You don’t have to if you’re not ready, my love. We have all the time in the world.” Rachel looked down, moved her hands to hold Taylor’s legs wider, and lowered her lips. 

	It was not ambrosia, nor the finest nectar of the gods. But it was the essence of her love and Rachel sought out and drank all she could find. She kissed, nibbled, sucked… lost in a world of erotic senses. When Taylor bucked up and tried to slam her legs closed, Rachel easily held them apart and dove after the new moisture flowing out of her. Finally Taylor begged her to stop, and with a final kiss Rachel crawled up and was practically attacked by Taylor when she got to her face. With a growl Taylor got on top of her and tore off her shirt and bra. Her mouth practically devoured Rachel’s breasts, and when Rachel grabbed her hair to use it like a leash to control her, Taylor look up from her meal with pure lust in her eyes.

	“Oh, gods, yes… use it…”

	Rachel moved Taylor’s head from one breast to the other, then grabbing her hair near the scalp dragged her head downward. Taylor frantically unsnapped her jeans and dragged them and Rachel’s panties off, and looked down at her goal. She ran a hand lightly through the short blonde curls that pointed the way, then lowered her mouth. 

	Taylor had three years experience pleasuring Anita, but every woman is different. She quickly learned that Rachel liked it a little faster, a little harder, with more sucking and less licking, and soon she had the girl screaming her name. She kept at it, until Rachel literally yanked her head away by the hair. The two just looked at each other, panting, exhausted. Rachel pulled Taylor up her body, and she had barely finished licking her face clean before both drifted off to sleep.

****

	The rest of the convention passed without much drama. The four spent their days enjoying Worldcon and the city, and their nights enjoying each other. Saturday evening found them walking around Independence Hall again, taking in the sights one last time. Fred had just posed the three girls for a photo in the fading light when Rachel finally broached the subject that had been hanging over them.

	“Fred… what happens tomorrow?”

	Seeing a bench, he motioned for them all to have a seat. Taylor sat in his lap, with Rachel between him and Anita. He rubbed a hand up and down Taylor’s bare leg, and she snuggled into him while facing Rachel. Fred sighed.

	“Well… we have lots of choices. Some better than others, naturally.” He grinned, and grinning back Rachel began to caress Taylor’s other leg while Anita traced patterns on Rachel’s bare arm.

	“First… will you marry us?”

	Rachel’s eyes shot open. 

	“Yes… oh, Fred, yes…”

	“OK, good. That’s not the actual proposal, by the way, because this is a bit too public for that.” That got a laugh out of everyone, and Rachel blushed for the first time in awhile.

	“So, anyways, with that in mind, our first option is since you have a ticket home, you leave go to school, and we figure out what we’re going to do later.” The thought of home made Rachel uneasy. How was she going to explain all of this! Fred nodded. “We didn’t have to worry about family for these two, but I suspect you’re not going to want to just leave them.” Rachel nodded. “Well, like I said, we can deal with that later.

	“Another option is you call home and say you’ve met some people and will be taking some extra time on this trip. We bring you home with us, you meet the kids, and send you home in time to start school. By the way,” Fred said, in an off handed manner, “The University of Buffalo has a good Engineering department.” Rachel arched an eyebrow.

	“I’ll have to look into it if I have the time.”

	Fred chuckled.

	“Third option is we fake your death, change your name, and just bring you home with us.”

	They all burst out laughing, with Taylor raising her hand to vote for that plan. When they had calm down, Rachel just sat thinking while they watched and waited. Finally, she reached into her bag and pulled out her cellphone.

	“Mom? Hi! Yeah, it’s going great. Having lots of fun! Look, I need to tell you some things. I’ve met these people….”

****

	The van rolled up the driveway, and came to a stop. This was the signal for the front door to burst open and four toddlers to burst out. Fred, Taylor and Anita had barely made it on to the grass when they were gang hugged. Cousin Debbie slowly walked down the steps, holding a tray of lemonade. The kids were all talking at once, trying to tell all the stories about how they weren’t to blame for this or that, wanting to know if there were gifts for them, and if they PLEASE could go home now? Fred, laughing, stood up straight and yelled. 

	“Attention!”

	The kids ran to stand in, if not a line, a small group. Debbie looked at him.

	“You’re kidding.”

	“Works once a month. OK. Kids, we have something important to tell you.”

	The van door opened, and out stepped Rachel. She shyly walked up next to Fred and was quickly flanked by Taylor and Anita. 

	“Violet, Cindy, Freddy, Jaxom… this is your new Mommy Rachel.”

	The kids stood in stunned silence for a moment, then Violet jumped forward and ran to hug Rachel’s legs.

	“A new Mommy!!!!!!!”

	The others quickly followed suit, and Rachel soon found herself mobbed by… her children. She looked down, flooded by the joy that those two words gave her. Taylor leaned into her ear and whispered.

	“Soon you’ll have your own as well.” Blushing, she nodded happily.

	Debbie, taking in the scene, looked over at her younger cousin.

	“So… we need one more cup of lemonade?”

****

Next story: Ghosts of Fort Niagara

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Edited by SciFi Nut

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