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True

By: jp36515



I was 18 and very, very shy around almost any female except for my relatives. I was also very horny and desperate to experience sex but I had no idea how to even ask a girl out without it being very awkward. I know that my mother noticed and tried to help me out as far as a mother could.

"Steven, why don't you ask Judith out? She comes over all the time to borrow things that I don't think that she or her mother needs. I think that she just wants you to ask her out."

"Mom, I don't think so" But I smiled and imagined what it'd be like to go out with Judy. But I knew that I'd get all tongue tied and wouldn't begin to ask her out. "She's just too beautiful and I don't even know how to ask her.

"Steven, I think that you're handsome, maybe a little shy and you just need practice to see that there's nothing to it. Why don't you practice asking me out?"

"Oh sure Mom, why don't we go make out in the living room before Dad gets home?"

"Steven! Listen to me, I'm not talking about making out, I'm talking about learning how to be at ease with someone that you want to be with. You've got to start somewhere if you want to get to know her."

"Mom, ok; what do I say? How do I ask her out? 

Well we went on from that start to me asking Mom if she'd like to go out for dinner and a movie. I was talking to Mom but imagining that it was Judy that I was talking to. But at some point in the conversation I started imagining that Mom might actually like to go out with me. We started having this fun chit chat just like she was my date; she laughed when I said something and looked me in the eyes in a way that just moved me to want to look back only at her. Our pretending of my asking her out was amazing and fun and exciting. 

Dad came home and the four of us had dinner and we all chipped in and got the kitchen cleaned up. Afterwards, he and I talked about a few things that I cannot even remember and then Mom told him that I was going to ask Judith out tomorrow. That was pretty embarrassing but then she told him that I'd been practicing with her and was now great at starting a conversation and small talk and then asking about going out. Dad laughed at that and said that Mom did make things easy and that I was lucky to have her be my guide. 

Normally, I'd be really mad and very embarrassed that she'd told Dad about her helping me and that I needed her help. But I felt a different kind of closeness to her and it didn't seem to be such a big deal. In fact, I was sort of proud of the way that we had talked and that I had kept a good conversation going. She certainly seemed proud of me and proud of herself for getting me a little further along the road to independence.

That night, several hours after we all had gone to bed, I couldn't sleep. So I went over to my parent's door, knocked and asked if I could talk to Mom. She said that she'd be right out. She came out wearing a big bulky robe and was tying the sash as she came into the hallway. Dad asked what was wrong and Mom told him that everything was fine and that she'd talk to me and would be back soon.

I whispered: "Mom, I need to ask you something very private and you have to promise not to tell anyone. Can we go downstairs away from where everyone else is before I talk to you?

"Stevee, is there something wrong" She always called me Stevee when she was worried about something."

"No, I just want to talk to you alone. It won't take long Mom."

So we went downstairs and I asked her to sit on the couch. I sat on the coffee table right across from the couch. The coffee table and couch were pretty close to each other so our knees were almost touching. 

"Mom, I want to ask you something and please don't be upset with me."

"Stevee, tell me what's wrong"

"Mom, there's nothing wrong, I just don't know what to do in case something happens between Judy and me. You know, uh...."

"What do you mean something happens? If what you mean is what I think you mean, well then let nature take it course. But make sure that you're careful and you use protection. You're too young to start having children and she's too young to have children.

With that she reached across to me to hug me to her, "Come here Stevee". I had to lean forward and sort of fell onto her. We stayed like that for a minute or so with my head turned sideways across her chest, my knees on the floor in front of her with one knee between her knees. I could smell her perfume and could feel her heart beating. I was hugging her about as tight as I could. She was ruffling my hair and sort of rocking side to side like she used to do when I was very young.

Mom grabbed my head and turned me so that I was looking right at her, "Stevee, are you feeling better now?"

I was feeling pretty amazing things right then; love for my Mom, the feeling of being so close to her, my chin being right near her breasts. I remember that I had an erection at that point.

"I feel wonderful Mom."

There was a long pause here and then I risked everything and took the plunge.

"Mom, can I have a practice kiss with you? I've never kissed..."

"Stevee! What in the world are you talking about?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything. I just was wondering what it would be like to kiss and I don't want to mess it up with Judy."

I was now supporting my upper half with my hands on either side of her. Although we were not touching anymore, we were still quite close. Mom was looking me right in the eyes with what I think was a questioning and unsettled look.

"Steven, do you know anything about kissing? Have you ever kissed anyone?"

"Mom, I've never kissed anyone before but I've read about it. I read that you can actually touch tongues with the person that you kiss but I don't understand how to do that. It sort of seems like an odd thing to do." 

"It not odd at all Steven. In fact, if you kiss with someone that knows how and that you care about, it's an amazing and moving experience. Listen Steven, Let me go to sleep now and I'll think about this. Don't worry about your father, I'll not tell him anything about this. We will talk about this again."

With that, she made to stand up so she and I stood up together. I don't think that she had any understand of my state at that time so she gave me a big hug. I felt my erection touch her; I don't know where it touched her but I cannot imagine that she didn't feel it, even with the terrycloth robe. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and headed upstairs to bed.

Of course, I couldn't sleep before I took care of my erection.

To be continued.

True



It was starting again. I could feel it. 

The wall in front of me was plain and grey, the paint cracked and peeling at the edges, stenciled with the accumulative drunken scribbling of the past five years. It was probably filthy. Disgusting. I didn't care. I placed my hand on it, fingers spreading, tendons standing, stretching my skin as I dug my carefully trimmed nails into the concrete. My other hand followed. Then my forehead, as I leant forward and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hoped some idiot hadn't written on the wall tonight. That would be one hell of an icing, to walk out of here with 'fuck you' written backwards on my forehead. 

Slowly, I felt the heat coil and roll inside me, a familiar flame that made my skin burn. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. As much as I hated it, dreaded it; as much as I wanted it to go away, it wasn't. Not yet. 

I rolled my head, tilting my face sideways, feeling my brows furrow and my neck crack. I tried to hold it in. Hold it back. As if sensing my reluctance, the heat suddenly ran up my body, and I bit back a groan as my nipples tightened. Wetness pooled between my legs. Even without a mirror, I knew the back of my neck was flushed, hot, and I felt a sudden, unbearable need to feel someone sinking his teeth into my shoulder. 

The muscles on my belly constricted suddenly, and my fingers twitched as I resisted the urge to reach down and touch myself. Stop it. There was a dim, fleeting glimmer of logic, far at the back of my brain. Don't. Don't do it. Get a hold of yourself. 

As I thought the words, the heat suddenly intensified inside me, making me gasp. My knees threatened to buckle, and I clung to the wall with trembling fingers. A soft whimper escaped my lips as the curling desire in my stomach suddenly twisted, fell past some invisible threshold and became desperate, burning need. It wasn't pleasant anymore. I turned my head again, panting, feeling my nipples harden, my skin flush. The urge to touch myself became painful; the need to have something inside me, something, anything that might ease the ache. It took all the sanity I had left, to keep clinging to the wall and not reach down and just fuck myself until I came. My fingers tightened. The clawing arousal rolled through me for minutes, seconds, making me want to moan and whimper and beg. Fuck…fuck, fuck, oh God, I need…

Just as I was about to give in…it receded. Painfully slowly. The heat swirled, and settled in the pit of my belly. Simmering, wanting, waiting. 

I stumbled against the wall, breathing short and shallow. The sudden loss of tension made me feel weak. I could feel it settling across my skin, making me itch, making me anxious. Keeping my eyes closed, I pushed away from the wall on shaky arms. 

It was happening again. It always started the same way, with that flash of hot, hot heat, that sudden burning, that desperate throbbing between my thighs. Now it had settled, like it always did, pooling at the pit of my stomach, a simmering desire that made it impossible to think of anything but how achingly empty I felt.

I stood for a minute, wanting to wipe away the slick wetness between my legs, but I knew better. If I started touching myself, I wouldn't be able to stop. Putting both hands on my face, I brushed my hair back – a harsh, frustrated gesture. My skin was damp with sweat, and I closed my eyes as I reached back to feel the heat at the back of my neck, dragging my nails across my shoulders, trying to ease the clawing tension there. My pulse jumped, and I pulled my hands away, leaving red-hot scratches so deep they almost bled. It wasn't enough. It never was. 

Eventually I let myself out of the stall. I wondered belatedly how long I'd been in there. Ten minutes? An hour? I had no idea. I made my way over to the sink, turning the water on cold and splashing my face, my neck. It helped ease the burning, a little. I ran my fingers through my hair again, finally looking up into the small, cracked mirror. My eyes stared back at me, slumberous and glazed, dark with arousal. They swirled like molten amber, the pupils too wide, shifting from dark to light and then dark again, in time with the swirling heat inside me. My skin was flushed, feverish. With my disheveled hair, it made me look wanton. Almost debauched. I closed my eyes, and shuddered.

There was a knock at the door. "Jess? You okay in there?" 

My head snapped up. His voice was concerned, deep and a little rough, but most importantly, male. It made desire curl involuntarily in my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Yeah," I said. My voice came out husky, and I had to clear my throat. "Yeah, I'll be right out." 

He fell silent, and I heard his footsteps as he walked away, the sound of him disappearing into the pounding music from the bar. I gripped the sink with both hands, hanging my head. God, I should never have come tonight. It was fucking stupid. I should have known it was going to happen soon; I had known, I'd noticed all the signs. The clawing tension. How sensitive my skin felt. How my eyes kept being drawn to every man I met. And most of all, fuck, most of all the constant arousal, the perpetual need. God knows I couldn't even remember how many times I'd masturbated over the past few days. 

Clenching my jaw, I pushed away from the sink, and straightened. It was doing no good, standing here. I had to leave. Had to, before it got any worse. Because it would. Now that it was starting, it would get worse fast, and I couldn't let that happen here. I steeled myself, and made my way out the door. 

Derek was waiting for me behind the bar. I tried to slip past him, but somehow he noticed. "Hey, you okay?" He made his was over, and I bit back a groan. 

I made myself stop for a minute, lowering my gaze to the floor. Whatever was in my eyes right now, he didn't need to see it. I tried not to breathe as he came near. "Yeah, I'm…not feeling too good. Flu or something. I'm going to head off. If that's okay." 

In the back of my mind I realized I was talking too fast, edgy and anxious, practically slurring my words together. I didn't care. I needed to get out of there. My hands twitched as I brought them up to rub at my arms, then dropped them again. I couldn't stop fidgeting. 

I felt him stepping closer, and instinctively backed away. Still, that tiny maneuvering of our bodies caused his scent to hit my nose, and I tried not to moan. God, he smelled good. Like some strange, rugged mix of cologne and cigarettes and maleness. My breath hitched as my mouth went dry. I put my hands behind my back, so I wouldn't be tempted to touch him. To run my fingers down his arms, and press my breasts against his chest, and – stop it. 

He'd noticed me backing away, and stopped. For a moment he seemed to hesitate. "Are you sure you're okay? You were in there a while." 

At least he was a man. The fact provided some relief. True, he was tall, and dark, and built, and so fucking hot in that T-shirt I'd been staring at all night – but he was a man. A human. The wolf wasn't interested in him. That was possibly my only salvation, with him standing this close. 

Suddenly I realized I'd been silent too long. He's asking you something. "Yeah. I think…I'm feeling kind of dizzy, I think maybe I'm…coming down with something. I'm going to go home. Is that okay?" I tacked on the question as an afterthought, remembering belatedly that it was something I should ask. It didn't really matter, though. If I couldn't leave right now, right this minute, he could damn well fire me. 

He paused again. "Sure, Jess," he said slowly, still sounding worried, and if there had been room in my head for anything besides arousal, I might have felt bad. "Do you want me to take you home?" 

God, he was sweet. The human remembered that, even as the wolf rumbled in annoyance. She wanted to be out of here, and he was wasting her time. "No. No, I'll be fine." 

I let him walk me to the door, simply because I couldn't spare the breath to tell him not to. I felt him, his bare skin inches away, his scent floating hazily around my head, making it hard to think, and it took all the self-control I had not to reach out and run my fingers over his skin. I stopped at the door, turning a little to face him. "Thanks, Derek. I'll…give you a call, if-"

"Don't worry about it," he said easily. His voice was low and rugged. God, I'd always loved his voice. "Let me know you got home okay, alright?" He put a hand on my back. 

The heat from his fingers rolled over my skin, catching me off-guard. I gasped. My body reacted instantly to his touch, muscles tightening, skin tingling. Unable to stop myself, I lifted my eyes to him, meeting his gaze. I saw the worry in his eyes transform into shock at what he saw there.

Slowly, with inhuman effort, I took a step back from him. It was like stepping away from a magnet. "Good night, Derek," I said. My voice was low and husky, and as much as I wanted to cringe at it, at how it sounded, I didn't. 

He nodded numbly, saying nothing, and I tore my eyes from his and turned away, not waiting for an answer. I forced my feet forward, one after another, walking away from him. Trying to keep a steady pace. My fingers trembled, and my breath shook. My legs itched to break into a run, but I tamped down the urge. I wasn't sure they wouldn't have gone running back to him. 

Fighting the instinct inside, I walked away.



True



"...and in a moment, you'll wake, knowing everything I say to be absolutely true. One...two...three...and wake."

Julie blinked her eyes rapidly as she managed to take her attention off of the candle. "What did..." Suddenly, the events of the last twenty-five minutes sank in. "You hypnotized me!" she said, her tone awash with shock and fear.

Dave chuckled. "No I didn't."

Julie looked at the candle again, now just a little embarrassed. "You didn't? But I remember, we were complaining about the service in this place..." She looked around the crowded restaurant, still not seeing a waiter anywhere. "And you...you said you had a way to make the time pass quicker, and you had me look at the candle, and then you started talking..." She thought she remembered him saying something about going into hypnosis, then. But she knew he hadn't hypnotized her. So what had happened?

Dave shook his head and looked at her with a sympathetic expression. "I don't know what you're thinking, Julie, but none of that happened. We've just been having a quiet conversation. No hypnosis, no staring at the candle, none of it."

Julie blushed a little. Great, she thought. This is our first date, and Dave's going to think I'm a complete nutcase. "Sorry, I just...I guess I zoned out a bit, daydreamed a little."

Dave smiled. "Don't worry, Julie. I'm sure you're just very interested in hypnosis. You found out I'm a hypnotist, and it made you wonder what it was like to go into trance. It's OK. As soon as I mention it, people can't stop thinking about what it would be like to go under for me, and I'm sure you're no exception. You're just a very good subject who just doesn't have the courage to ask to be hypnotized."

Julie wanted to ask how he knew, but she stilled her tongue. She didn't want him to think she was obsessed with hypnosis or anything. "So, um...what were we talking about, then? Before I, um, zoned out." Zoned out wishing you would hypnotize me, but not quite having the guts to ask.

"We were talking about this restaurant," Dave said. "I actually picked it because of the lousy service, you know. The waiters usually take a half-hour to get around to taking your order, and I thought we could use that time to get to know each other better. The food is worth the wait, by the way."

Julie's stomach rumbled. "Good, I'm starving. So let's see, other than your..." She imagined for a moment drifting off into Dave's eyes, listening to his soft voice, but...no. He probably had women asking to be hypnotized all the time. It would be rude. "Other than your job, what can you tell me about yourself?"

Dave shrugged. "Well, it won't shock you to know that I really enjoy dominating women in the bedroom."

Julie nodded. "OK," she said matter-of-factly. "You mean like whips, chains, all that sort of thing?"

"Some of that, yes," Dave said. "But it's really obedience that turns me on. Seeing a woman get submissive, pliant, and ready to obey...you have to admit, the thought of being a slave kind of gets you hot."

Julie shifted in her chair, just a little. "Well, I mean..." She tried to think of a way to describe her feelings on the subject. "Yeah, a little. In the abstract. But y'know, just as a fantasy. It's not something I could ever see myself doing." Hypnosis, on the other hand, she could definitely see herself doing. Perhaps Dave would offer to hypnotize her later.

"Oh," Dave said, just a touch of disappointment in his voice. "Well, you might change your mind about that, I suppose. So now you tell me what you like to do in the bedroom. I think we know each other well enough by now to share our sexual fantasies without being ashamed."

Julie's eyes glinted a little wickedly. "I really like getting foot massages," she said. "There's just something about a guy rubbing my feet that gets me turned on."

"Oh, that's not surprising at all," Dave replied. "It's because of the pressure points. There are all sorts of pressure points in the human foot that do different things. Here, go ahead and put your foot in my lap, and I'll show you."

Her curiosity aroused, Julie kicked off one shoe and slid her leg up under the table so that it rested gently in Dave's lap. "What sort of 'pressure points'?" she asked.

"Well, this pressure point here, for example," he said, pressing a spot on the sole of her foot, "makes you hear a bell ringing."

Julie's eyes widened. "That is so weird!" she said. "How does it work?"

"I don't know, it's something about the nervous system. But it does explain why you get turned on by foot massages. They're probably touching here." He gently rubbed at her arches. "Every time someone touches here, you get a little more turned on."

Julie started to respond, but he was rubbing that spot, and suddenly, she was having just a little trouble remembering what she was going to say. She felt a sudden sticky dampness between her thighs. "I...oooh..."

The waiter picked that moment to arrive. "Bonjour," he said. "And what will you be having tonight?"

"I think we'll both have the coq au vin," Dave said, removing his hands from Julie's foot. She put it back on the floor, allowing Dave to order while she tried her best to recover her composure. Those little touches had gotten her much more than a little worked up. She wished she could calm down, just a little. Perhaps if Dave hypnotized her? No! she thought. She was not going to embarrass herself by begging to be hypnotized on the first date.

The waiter departed. "This really is an excellent restaurant," Dave said, "very elegant. They don't even let the women wear panties here."

Julie blushed, mortified. "They don't?"

"Nope. Sometimes the waiters spot-check, and if you're wearing panties, they throw you out."

"Dave," Julie said quietly, hoping nobody overheard, "I'm wearing panties. I'm sorry, if I'd have known, I'd never have worn them, but--"

"It's alright," Dave said. "I'm sure if you just slip off to the restroom and take them off, nobody will notice."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Julie practically ran to the ladies' room and stepped into a stall. Thankfully, she'd decided to wear stockings, so it was the work of a moment to hitch up her skirt and pull her panties off. Stuffing them into her purse, she returned to the table. "No harm, no foul," she said with a relaxed grin.

"Better hand them to me," Dave said, "just to be on the safe side. They might check your purse, but they wouldn't check my pocket."

"Good thinking!" Julie responded, handing him her panties. "Sorry, they're a little damp. From, you know, when..."

Dave nodded. "When you were thinking about slavery. It turned you on a lot. It's OK, Julie. I understand."

Julie couldn't quite meet his eyes. "Sorry. I just...yes, it turns me on, but I just don't feel comfortable doing it."

Dave patted her hand. "That's alright, Julie. You might not be comfortable with slavery yet, but you're comfortable with me, and I'm enjoying the evening a lot anyway."

Julie sighed happily. "Me too, Dave. I've never met anyone I felt this comfortable around. Normally, most of the guys I meet through a dating service are only interested in sex. They see my picture, and they're like, 'Oh, big titties, she must put out!'"

"Well, you'll be happy to hear that I think your tits are magnificent." Julie smiled at the compliment. "But really, I was more interested in your personality. You described yourself as attentive, imaginative, focused...I read your profile and I knew you were going to be very easy to hypnotize. You're very suggestible, Julie, you know that?"

Julie nodded. "I am," she said, a little apologetically. "I suppose that's why I always act so stubborn around guys who want sex, because I'm fighting the tendency to do what they say."

"And of course, you're turned on by the thought of doing what other people tell you. It's that whole 'slavery' thing again. You just can't seem to get away from the idea, can you?"

"No, but I..." She blushed. "I'm sorry, it just...it's not what I want to do, Dave."

"In that case, don't have any of the coq au vin." Julie looked around, but the waiter hadn't arrived yet. "It's a well-known fact that French cuisine makes a woman submissive and horny. Every bite you take is going to make you want to be a slave more and more."

Julie breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks for warning me!" she said. "I'm so hungry, I probably would have tucked right in if you hadn't said anything."

Just then the waiter returned. "Coq au vin for the gentleman and the lady," he said, setting down their dishes and departing.

Dave took a bite of his chicken. "Mmm," he said. "Excellent stuff. Tastes great, and the smell...it's utterly irresistible. Makes you so hungry, you can't stop yourself from eating."

Julie's hand twitched towards her fork. "But..." she said. "But if I eat it, I'll..." She sat on her hands, trying not to think about the bewitching smell of the dish in front of her. "I'll become horny and submissive," she said in a tiny voice.

"I know," Dave said sympathetically. "It's quite a dilemma. You're absolutely starving, and the food smells so good, and it'll be the best thing you've ever tasted...but with every bite, you get hornier and more submissive. I wish there was something I could do about it."

You could hypnotize me, Julie thought, but she couldn't quite bring herself to say it. Instead, she just struggled with her own hunger. Dave wasn't helping, as he tucked into his own coq au vin with obvious pleasure, seemingly oblivious to her own pangs of hunger. Every second felt like an hour, just staring at him eat, wanting so badly to taste the food that smelled so delicious, needing it...she leaned closer and closer to her own plate, and it wasn't until she realized she was about to start eating the chicken right off the plate like a dog that she pulled her hands out from under her legs.

Just one bite won't hurt, she told herself, licking a tiny bit of drool away from the corner of her mouth. She cut off a tiny piece and lifted it to her lips.

It tasted like heaven. She'd already eaten half the chicken before she even realized what was happening, and by then, her pussy was soupy with arousal. She wanted to submit so badly, now, wanted to just give in and be a good, pliant, obedient girl and do whatever she was told. Every bite brought pictures to her mind, pictures of her getting spanked, of her tied to the bed, of her big titties being pinched and rubbed by a strong, powerful Master who would know what to do with a slutty little girl like her.

But she couldn't, she knew that. She didn't believe that one person should be a slave to another. As much as she wanted it, as much as it turned her on, as badly as she needed to submit right now, she valued her independence too highly for that. She vaguely remembered telling Dave that during the conversation they'd had while she was daydreaming about being hypnotized, but it was hard to think through this fog of lust.

"Dave," she said, her voice quivering with need. "I ate all the chicken."

"I noticed." He was just about done with his own food. He'd started in on it a lot earlier than she had, but she'd practically wolfed down the dish while he ate slowly.

"Dave," and her lips practically ached to call him 'Master', "is...is there anything you can do to help me?" Like hypnosis. Please, just hypnotize me. She wasn't sure now if she wanted him to hypnotize her to help calm her down, or just because the thought of her staring blankly into his eyes, obeying all his commands seemed so hot, so sexy now. She was too fucking horny to think about it.

"Well, I think there's some stuff back at my place that can help," he said. "Would you like to come back to my place?"

Julie nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak. Dave left some money on the table, and they hurried to his car. Julie tried not to notice that her juices were slowly trickling down her leg, dampening her stockings as they left.

Dave drove. Julie was shivering with lust and arousal, and didn't trust herself to follow in her own car. "I have to warn you," he said as they drove, "I won't be able to get rid of your need to submit. It's too deeply ingrained now, you know that deep down you're just a slutty little slavegirl who needs a Master. All I can do is help you come to terms with that." Julie didn't answer, she was too busy pinching her own nipples through the fabric of her shirt. But she took in every word he said. She was just lucky she had him here to help her through this.

When they got inside, he took her into the bedroom. "Just wait here a moment," he said. "I'll be right back. I'd tell you not to take your clothes off, but, well...you won't be able to stop yourself anyway." With that, he left the room. Julie sat on the bed, shivering with lust. The skirt came off quickly, just the work of a few seconds. She managed to leave the blouse on for a minute or two, but it soon followed. The bra would have gone right after that, but she got distracted by the feel of her own breasts, and so it took almost five minutes to peel it off. She was proud of the willpower she showed by leaving the garter belt and stockings on, though. Dave would be pleased, she knew it.

Dave returned, holding a tube of lubricant and a short, slender phallic object with a flared base. "Found it!" he said. "The problem is that you're afraid to tell me what you really want, Julie. You're holding back your ability to truly submit, your desire to really be a slave, because you're afraid to be honest with me about your needs. Lucky for you, there's a way to fix that." He patted the bed. "Here, lie face down."

Julie did as she was told (and that felt so fucking good, she tried not to admit it but it made her weak in the knees with desire.) "You see," Dave said, "there are pressure points in your anus, too, just like in your feet." He got up, and went over to a chest of drawers. "These pressure points will release your inhibitions and help you to speak honestly." He opened up the drawers and pulled out several lengths of rope. "This butt plug can stimulate those pressure points, and the deeper I insert it, the greater the stimulation and the more you'll need to tell me what you really want. You'll fight it at first, of course. You'll be scared to tell me what you want me to do to you. But you won't be able to fight it forever. The deeper it goes, the more powerful the need to tell the truth." He returned to the bed, and taking one of her hands gently but firmly, he carefully tied it to the bedposts. "The ropes are just to keep you from hurting yourself, of course."

Julie gratefully stretched out her remaining limbs while he tied them down. She was so glad Dave was helping her like this, any other man (Master) would probably have forgotten to tie her down and let her arms and legs just flail around wildly. "Are you ready?" Dave asked, drizzling lubricant onto her anus and onto the dildo.

Julie nodded. "Yes, Master," she said. She realized she'd slipped up for a moment, there, but hopefully Dave hadn't noticed.

"Alright, Julie," he said, pressing the tip of the butt plug up against her ass. "What is it that you want?"

"I just want..." She felt the plug begin to slide into her ass, but she tried to think, tried to remember just why she hadn't wanted to submit to Dave. "I want to be an equal, not just a fucktoy, I want..." She let out a low moan as the butt plug slid deeper in, Dave's hand gently holding her hips, preventing her from bucking up against it. He controlled it, he controlled the pleasure she was getting from it. "I wwwawant...oh, I want to cum, god I'm so horny, it's so hard to think..."

He controlled the pleasure, he controlled her pleasure, it just kept going in deeper, filling her ass, feeling so good now... "I want to submit to you so bad, feels so sexy and good and hot but I'm fighting it because I shouldn't want that, I shouldn't but I do, I want it so fucking much and it makes me so hot that I don't want to keep fighting it, and..." He controlled her pleasure. He controlled her. She grunted now, rubbing her groin up against the bedclothes, knowing they were getting soaked with her juices, but not caring as the flared base of the dildo pressed against her ass cheeks, her ass feeling so deliciously full now, "and I won't be able to fight it if you hypnotize me, I want that, oh god i want You to hypnotize me so much, i want You to hypnotize me and enslave me and break my will, please, please hypnotize me..."

Dave caressed her buttocks possessively. "That's right, Julie. It took a long time to realize that, but now you understand it all and you know it's true. You don't want to fight it anymore. You want to be a slave."

"...i want to be a slave, please..." He was wiggling the butt plug, just a tiny bit now, each little motion setting off shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

"And all that's necessary for you to become one is one last step, one last thing that will turn you into my pliant, willing, blank, hypnotized slavegirl. You need to sleep for me again."

"...yes, i need to sleep for You again..."

Dave snapped his fingers. "Remember the candle, Julie."

Julie remembered the candle, and slept.

THE END



True Act of Mercy



18-year-old Kelly, was a gorgeous young woman, blonde-haired with supermodel looks. Her athletic body would make any man look twice with nice sized amazingly perky breasts that have large upturned puffy nipples. Her long legs, flat stomach, tight arse, a smile that could light up a room and seductive eyes Kelly could make any man her. Kelly was little miss perfect never did anything wrong. Once a week Kelly would visit her grandfather Jack in his nursing home. Jack was a bald 80 years old, a rather handsome but increasingly frail man. Jack was constantly harassing the female staff and complaining he hadn't known the company of a woman in nearly 25 years. One stormy afternoon, Kelly visited Jack she had just come from school and was wet from the storm her thin white cotton blouse clung to her body like a second skin and her lacy white bra was clearly visible.

Jack lived in a private unit and was visited twice a day by a nurse who just left as Kelly arrived. The other half of Kelly's uniform was a short tartan skirt that barley covered her tight cotton panties and sandals it too was soaked. Jack liked the seeing his grand daughter but seeing her like this he enjoyed a lot more. For the last several months, he had been finding himself fantasising about her more and more. Kelly too had felt sorry for Jack who had dementia and often forgot who he was or who he was talking to. Kelly was the only family that put up with him. The thing that annoyed Kelly's mother/ Jack's daughter was he confused things badly and often talked about sleeping with whores while he was in the navy. Once even confusing his daughter for a girl he knew in Fiji asking her if it was still the same price for a blowjob.

Kelly had a mischievous naughty streak that few realised. She had planned to take advantage of Jack, needing money for new clothes that her mother wouldn't buy her. Jack gave Kelly some money for the clothes earlier in the week but it wasn't enough so Kelly decided to hatch plan B. Nervous but excited Kelly planned to take advantage of Jack muddled mind and pretend to be one of the hookers he knew next time him he got confused. Knowing her wet blouse would probably trigger an episode Kelly timed her arrival for after the nurse left for the final time that day. Everything began as planned with Jack confusing her with some whore.

Kelly said "Hey, sailor tell me what you want and I'll tell you how much."

"Alright, Candy I'm up for something special tonight. How about you ride me with no rubber." Jack said

Kelly first time felt strange about all this said " That's special $100 will do it up front."

Jack returned "Hey we do the same deal as always, I give you the money when I've finished."

Suddenly Kelly realised this was serious she couldn't get the money off him and then bring him back to reality before having sex with him. She had two choices end it now or go through with it neither was what Kelly had in mind. Kelly's desperation for the money finally overcomes her dilemma and said, "Alright, sailor let's do it. Get out of those clothes." As she led him to the bedroom.

Jack was now very much lost in his fantasy world stripping off before reaching the bed excitedly commenting " Bonus a strip tease!"

"mm what a handsome big dick you have," Kelly responded with what she imagined a hooker would say. Quickly stripping Kelly hoped to get this over with as quickly as possible. It would not be her first time but she wasn't the most experience.

"Aren't you going to blow me first to get it nice and slick so it will slide into your hot tight pussy?" Jack pointed out.

Taking a deep breath and realising she was totally naked Kelly thought this was the decisive moment. Kneeling between her grandfather legs Kelly sighed and took his impressive old but hard cock between her soft lips and slowly began to suck him off making sure she lubes him up with spit. Satisfied it was time she carefully straddled Jack positioning his cock at the opening of her now very wet pussy and slowly impaled herself grinding her neatly trimmed soft blonde pubic patch down hard onto his grey wiry pubic hair. She could feel him deep inside her as she tried to milk him of his baby juice. She began softly moaning, "Oh fuck me yes that's it."

As he thrust up meeting his grand daughters hot box he grunted, "Yes oh yes!"

Kelly's orgasm approached she made a mistake saying, " Oh Grandad I'm cumming, yes oh pop yes!"

With an explosion of sexual pleasure and shock Jack yelled, "Shit Kelly."

Collapsing from her own strong orgasm Kelly didn't realise Jack had been jolted from his fantasy world continuing the act saying "That was so good sailor but now you pay."

"Kelly get off me what do you think your doing... why! What! KELLY!" Jack screamed.

"Oh! Shit Pop!" Kelly realising she had been caught before going on, "I'm sorry pop I needed the money."

"I would have given it to you why this?" Jack said

"I guess I secretly wanted to like a fantasy but the money gave me an excuse I'm such a Slut don't tell mom." Kelly cried

Jack recomposing himself, "I'm not going to tell anyone but next time you want anything lets talk about it first maybe we could work out something less Bizarre! This time we will write off as an act of mercy."

"Thanks Pop but..." Kelly said.

"But what I'll give you the money and stop being so hard on yourself." Jack said,

"It's just well I feel guilt because I enjoyed being a whore."

"I didn't think well I should have guessed to screw that well you must have really enjoyed it. You really are a top self screw..." Jack confessed, "But, don't worry about it I always reckoned you are supposed to enjoy it and anyone who says different is doing it wrong."

"Thanks Pop." A relieved Kelly said.

Kelly quickly dressed and got her money, leaving wondering what her next act of mercy would be.



True and Eternal Pt. 01



Well here I go in another field. 

Again I would like to thank my editor jacuzzigal for the great help she gave me.

Now story has three parts. I will warn you now...ALL the sex is in this one. If that's all you want, read this and then skip the next two installments.

But I hope everyone enjoys the story.

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"Oh and my sister is coming over in about an hour so go get ready."

That's what started it all. After a long list of jobs that my wife of the last 4 years gave me, she told me her sister was coming over. Now don't get me wrong, I've always thought the world of Amanda. Even though she is totally unlike my wife.

Well let me back up. My name is Alex Brooks. At the time of this story, I was reaching the--ahem--ripe old age of 27. Now I'm not a movie star or anything, but I have been told I am reasonably good looking. I'm around 6' tall and kept myself to a 'fighting fit' of 200 pounds. I was beginning to see where the family history of a receding hairline was kicking in, and where the family spare tire was trying to take hold. Needed to go to the gym more.

Now my wife, Andy, didn't have that problem. At 5'11" and a crisp ... well I like to keep breathing so lets not talk about weight. Let's just say that to me, she was better looking then those swimsuit models. Add in her long, light brown hair and blue eyes, and no man with hormones could help from talking a second look. 

We met right as I was leaving college. She was an incoming college senior and was working part time in a realtor's office. I was trying to apply for a job and she told me that they were not hiring. Then she told me that she was expecting to be picked up at 8 sharp.

"Excuse me?" I was a bit baffled to say the least, having just met this girl, and, well honestly, I was distracted by her cleavage.

"You heard me, 8pm tonight and don't skimp on where you take me. You are making your first impression," she replied while handing me a paper with her phone and address. Well a year later I was waiting at the altar for her. I never even had a chance.

That's when I met Amanda. She was a sophomore in the same college that Andy was in but was only going to make their parents happy--she always wanted to be a stay at home mom. Now Amanda is around 5'6", and has the puppy dog eyes that can melt an iceberg. Add in her infectious laugh, a trim body matched against Andy's athletic one, and--the one feature they share--a set of c cup breasts, and you have a marvelous woman.

How do I know her breast size? I'll get to that.

That's also where I met her then future and now in reality husband, Thomas. That bastard. Oh yeah I owe him. He 'gave' me a job, and now has invested in the finance company I now run. But that doesn't mean I have to like the condescending bastard. Always talking down to everyone. If you listen to him for long enough you think that he taught Christ how to raise the dead.

The fact that he lords over me that it's 'his' connections that keep my business afloat, and that 'he' is the one who made everything that I have possible--well, you can get my opinion of him.

Not to mention the way he treated Amanda, like some sort of ...well...trophy. Thing is, she honestly loved the fat, balding bastard.

And wherever she went, he went "to keep an eye on her, Alex. Can't be too careful. Wives are just whores who haven't slept around yet." Her only reprieve is an occasional visit to Andy. And half the time he comes with her here as well. See, I have satellite TV with the sports package. He has never gotten anything past basic cable. "Too expensive," says the millionaire.

Now my Saturday was shot. I was hoping to do some chores, watch the game, have a good dinner and maybe break a headboard or two with the wife. Now he'd be here, eating my food. Telling me how HE would have cooked it. Insisting we watch HIS alma mater play. And to beat it all, I'd be so pissed off; I wouldn't feel frisky when they left. Another sexless night--all thanks to mys.

What a time to lose my voodoo doll of him.

With a sigh, I turned to Andy. "Honey do they have to come over? I was really looking forward to it being just the two of--"

"Oh he's not coming. Just Amanda. He got tickets to see his team play this weekend and didn't want her around so she's staying the night with us."

Ever swing at the ball, connect, and watch it just fly to catcher and see him pick it off like it was nothing?

"Oh great." Then something struck me. "You said 'get ready'--for what?"

"I want you to get Amanda pregnant," Andy said, then turned and picked up the laundry she was separating and took the load downstairs.

I think I was trying to find the hidden cameras.

Chasing after her down the stairs, I caught her as she opened the basement door.

"Whoa, now, wait one minute. What? You want me to knock you sister up? Is this a joke?"

"No. Look, Amanda and Thomas have been 'trying' for a while but he has no idea how to treat a woman in bed, and wipe that look off your face, mister. She tells me everything. He honestly only wants sex when there isn't anything better on TV."

As she was speaking I could hear the fucker in my head, "Don't get them used to it buddy boy. Hell if you do and you get tired or have to work late one night, they'll run off and fuck around on you. Women can't be trusted out you know. Hormones." Dumb fuck.

"But..." I followed her down." Why me? And how long have you been planning this?"

"She's been telling me about her problems for a while now. I thought it was a logical choice. It took a while to convince her but I brought her around, don't worry."

"Don't worry? You're asking me to cheat on you with your own sister and make a baby with her!"

"It's not cheating ... Jesus you men sometimes. And I don't want you to make a baby."

"That's what it sounds like to me!"

"I want you to make at least five."

Ok now I knew that I was in the Twilight Zone. Here's my lovely bride, the woman I love more than anything in the world telling me not only to sleep with her sister but to breed with her like rabbits.

"Andy, I will not have an affair on yo--"

Her slap stopped the little speech I had quickly mentally written. My mind went completely blank.

"Don't you ever even think of calling this an affair. She wants kids and that bastard won't give them to her. So I am giving you to her. If you want in THESE pants you will get into hers. Ok?"

I stood there stunned, not believing she had just hit me! I mean she actually hit me. She usually just bowled me over when we argued but what was this? I knew she was tough in an argument but she'd never actually hit me?

"Look I thought this up, ok? This is not a trick; I really want you to get her pregnant. In fact after you start her family I was thinking that we might start on our own."

Now this got me interested, not for the idea of sleeping with Amanda, but I have wanted to have kids with Andy since the honeymoon, and now she was saying she was ready.

"But I don't know that I can," I protested. She lifted that hand again, so quickly I tried to explain, "I mean, I will be thinking of you. I love you. I don't want to injure that in any way. Won't you get jealous?"

She lowered her hand, thank god, and looked at me like she hasn't thought of that. Just as I thought I'd dodged the bullet, her eyes lit up.

"I know. I will be there every time you two do it to show you that I am not jealous."

"Ah."

"Not a threesome, so get that out of your head. She's my sister. No, while you two are doing the horizontal lambada, I will sit at the dresser and watch. Just to prove that I am serious. And look this isn't a trick. If you want I can draw up a little contract between the two of us and say that I am letting you do it. Just so you don't think I am trying to get you to sleep with her for a divorce."

Did I happen to mention that she was a paralegal?

"You know I never even thought of that. You're confusing me with Thomas."

"Oh I'm sorry honey, I know you are such a better person than him." She cooed as she took me in her arms. "But she wants babies, and he doesn't seem that interested. And I guess she could go out and have an affair but she wants them all to be truly brothers and sisters, all from the same man. And I can't think of a better person to father them than you. So ...will you...please?"

Looking into those eyes I knew what my answer would be, but I tried to get one more thing.

"Ok." Andy squealed until I held up my hand, "BUT you have to stop the birth control pills right now."

"Already done. I've been off them for about three weeks now. I really am ready to have kids with you."

GREAT!! But I had to try for one more. "AND we will have sex, today. In front of her." She started to protest but I stopped her, "So she knows that we are one and are truly in love. So you can show me that you are not jealous and I can show you how much I love you."

Tears swelled up in her eyes as she gripped me around my waist. Damn this girl is strong.

"Oh I love you! Ok, but you better be ready, mister. You have to satisfy two women today!" she let me go, breathe man breathe, and ran up the stairs, "Get ready, Hon!"

Now how do you get ready to seduce your sister?

Chapter 2

The doorbell rang as I sat on the couch wondering if I took some happy pills and didn't know it.

My lovely wife of four years just made me a deal: we would start having children if I would get her younger sister pregnant too.

Now most men would be like "oh hell yeah!" But me? Well I love my wife. And I really don't want to mess that up. She's... well for the lack of a better term, the love of my life. My true love.

This had to be a joke. That's it, a practical joke. Ha ha Andy, good one...jeez, and I almost fell for it.

I knew that she had arrived; Andy and Amanda were at the door chatting away like hens. I just hoped that Amanda's husband wasn't coming. Now that would be a real joke to pull on me.

I got up as they came into the room. Then I noticed three things.

One, Andy was holding a suitcase. A full one. Oh God, Amanda IS coming over to stay, I thought.

Two, Amanda was not dressed in the clothes she normally wears. Normally she's wearing baggy jeans and shirts. Her husband wants her to keep covered up so others will not hit on her. "A woman can't resist a strange cock, Alex!" the fucking bastard always says.

Now, she was wearing a short blue summer dress. I had never noticed her legs before. Shorter than Andy's, but they were muscular. Very nice.

Wait, you are married Alex! I reminded myself.

Third, I notice her chest...well not exactly the breasts. She seemed to be having a hard time breathing when she entered the room, taking long, slow breaths. Her ample bosom made the dress move in very arousing..

She's your sister you bastard!

I looked up into her eyes and saw... fear? Hope? Nervousness? 

Desire?

We stood there for several seconds, just looking at each other. Then I remembered to breathe. Andy broke us out of our reverie.

"Hey you, two give each other a hug!"

Neither of us knew what to do or say...so we approached each other and hugged. Nothing sexual, just a simple hug betweens.

"That's better but you two better warm up to each other quickly if you expect to be able to perform between the sheets later!" Andy chirped as she left the room. Neither of us moved. I was stunned.

This wasn't a joke.

Then I noticed that Amanda was trembling.

"Ah...hey. What have you been up to? Ah...seen any good movies lately?"

What DO you say in times like these?

She looked me in the eyes and I could see the fear and ... well something else there too. She started to mist up. 

"Don't cry Amanda," I said, starting to wipe her eyes with one hand. "I know Andy gets these strange ideas but if we talk to her we can--"

"You don't want to make babies with me?"

Well that was a stunner.

"No it's not that, Aman--"

"I told her you wouldn't do it. I'm too ugly for you to want to sleep with. I'm not good enough to have children." She tried to pull away from me but...something made me stop her.

"No, no, Amanda, you are very attractive. Gorgeous! I'm just married to Andy! If I wasn't I would be," warning claxons were going off in my head but I ignored them. 

What has that bastard told this little gal? "I would be all over you."

She peered deep into my eyes. Like she was trying to read my soul. 

"But I am not attractive. If I was then," she wiped a tear from her eye, "then my husband would want me. He'd give me a child!" She started to break down.

"No, no don't think that," I said, not knowing what to do. So I did what all men do when a woman cries: I pulled her close and held her.

Trying to reassure her, I kept telling her that she was beautiful and sexy. I must have been getting through to her, because her sobs slowed down and eventually stopped.

But I was getting through to me too. Telling her how her eyes glowed. How great her legs were. How trim and sexy her body was. 

All the while holding this body next to mine. Without even thinking about it, my hands started to caress her back.

She pulled away ever so slightly and we looked at each other. I started to tell her that I really meant what I was saying, but I felt her slowly grinding into my rising erection.

I was speechless. And in heaven. Here was this ...amazingly beautiful gal, and I could see that the fear in her is gone. And I knew that I was the reason that she wasn't afraid anymore.

Kind of gives you a rush.

I tried to say something. I don't even know what but I tried, only to have her pull my head down to her and her raise her lips to mine.

That kiss could have stopped my heart and then restarted it. Her lips, oh so soft. Their heat ever so tantalizing. Her taste... amazing. Slightest hind of strawberry. Then we opened our lips to let each other explore our mouths. Slowly we kissed, each drinking of the other's emotions.

I continued to kiss her. My hands slowly made their way across her back and her sides. With minds of their own, they explored the edges of her body as her hands explored mine. Her perfume, nice lavender, slowly penetrated my senses...then, I got a whiff of vanilla.

Vanilla? Oh God ANDY!

I broke our kiss to see my lovely wife behind her sister. 

Were those tears in her eyes? Oh God what have I done?

"Don't stop." Almost a whisper, it came from Amanda. 

"No honey, please don't stop," Andy agreed. "I didn't think you two would get together this ... fast... keep going, love." Andy stepped forward and stunned me with a kiss, and then she pushed us closer together.

My mind reeled. My wife WANTS me to sleep with another woman? What was going on?

Amanda cut any real thought off as she wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged me in for another long kiss. As we kissed I could feel something happening to Amanda's clothes. I opened my eyes to see Andy trying to undress her.

With a sigh, I realized that this wasn't a dream, nightmare, or hallucination. Then Amanda's words floated into my head. It was then that I made up my mind. I broke the kiss.

"No."

Both girls started to protest but I stopped them.

"I mean. I should be doing that, Andy. And not here...in the bedroom."

The smile that crossed Andy's face could only be called divine. Amanda turned to her as if to ask a question but my goddess just embraced her. Andy took Amanda's hand and led her to the guest room. Amanda's other hand slipped into mine and I got led away as well.

Once in the guest room, I told Andy to take a seat.

"Part of the deal that we made, Amanda, is that I have to watch you two make love. And it will be making love not that animal rutting that your so called husband does," she explained to her confused sister.

As Andy sat down, I came up behind Amanda, wrapping my arms around her. She tensed up slightly, but as I began to kiss her neck she relaxed. She began to melt into me as I slowly rubbed my hands over her. I felt her tight stomach under the cool, silky dress.

She works out, I thought. It's strange what you think when you are about to have sex with your sister in front of your wife.

I slowly moved up to her chest. I could feel her breasts, soft and sexy. I had to remind myself to go slow. She wasn't used to this kind of love. Was this love?

But I had to fight every instinct I had to keep from ripping that dress off and taking her right there.

I started to massage her breasts through the dress, but soon realize that Andy had gotten the dress more unzipped then I had thought. I gathered the material in my hands with care, and then pulled her dress down, reveling her chest. The dress fell to the floor.

I let my fingers dance their way back up her to her warm breasts. As I did so she turned her head and began to kiss me along the face and neck. Our lips touched as she turned into me, wrapping her arms around my head. 

I looked up at Andy, never breaking my kisses with Amanda, wondering what she was doing. What must she be thinking?

To my surprise, she had a look of amazement on her face. She had pulled her feet under her and was almost glowing in joy watching us. We made eye contact and she mouthed, "I love you" to me.

I was about to return the remark, breaking the kiss, when Amanda pulled my shirt up and started to kiss my chest. I finished taking the shirt off then helped her as she messed with my belt and pants. Soon I was in nothing but my boxers. She started to go for them but I assaulted her face with kisses slowly pushing her hands away. 

I walked, leading her, following up each step she took with another flurry of lights kisses, until she bumped up against the bed. I took her in my arms and lowered the both of us onto the bed. I started to kiss her neck, then around the base of the neck and her chest, eventually even lower. I made my way to her breasts and had to stop for just a second to marvel at them.

Milky white with large dark areola, they literally stood out from her. I resisted the temptation to just suck the large nipples into my mouth. I had to slowly kiss between her breasts, letting her soft skin brush against my lips. My hands caressed her chest, on the sides and around her waist. I could almost hear her heartbeat as I made my way to her left breast. There I slowly sank my lips around her nipple, sucking it fully into my mouth.

She arched her back and moaned an animalistic growl. I stayed there, taking her in, her sweetness, and her warmth. All the while, my tongue played around her nipple as I lightly bit it. I moved from that breast to the other, duplicating my performance, while my hands slowly slipped down her sides and back up again. 

I left her breasts reluctantly but kissed my way down her stomach to her bellybutton. Kissing it deeply, I made her giggle.

"That tickles! Don't stop!"

Laughing I continued to make my way to her panties. White. Plain white. With a chuckle, I kissed her between the legs.

"What are you--" she started to ask, but Andy interrupted.

"He's going to make love to you with his mouth Hon. You'll love it. He's amazing!"

Feeling a boost of confidence at my wife's praise mixed with an awkward feeling knowing she was not only there but commenting, I carried on.

Slowly I kissed my way to the delicate skin on her thighs. I have always loved to kiss a woman there. The skin is like fine silk and with Amanda it was no different. 

I moved from one leg to the next, lightly caressing the skin with my mouth. I knew that I was having an effect due to the slight gasps and moans that began to leave Amanda. Andy loved this but I was sure that Amanda was even more sensitive on her thighs than her sister.

I moved my way in to her covered sex, the musk of her growing lust filling my nose. I looked at her panties and they were soaked clean through. Andy was usually moist too, but I was either better than I thought or Amanda was about to burst as is. I moved in, tasting her sweet nectar as I rub my hands down her and under her behind.




True and Eternal Pt. 01



I sucked at her through her panties while I grasped at their waistband. Slowly I started to pull them down, inch-by-inch revealing her to me. I gasped when her bush came out from under them and I saw she was completely unshaven. I hadn't seen that since early college. Andy had always kept a landing strip, as had most girls I had dated. Some were even bald. I was caught completely unawares.

She lifted herself up allowing me to finish removing her panties. Setting them aside, I moved in for the kill. I flicked my tongue across the mound of her sex, and was rewarded with a sudden gasp from her. I could feel her hands in my hair as I kissed her lips. When I parted them and kissed her deeper, she gripped my hair like a vice dragging me in deeper. I wanted to make it slow, to show her love and pleasure, but I guess the jackass had never done this and she was overwhelmed.

So, I did what any man would do. I gave her all that I had. Licking, caressing and sucking, I played with her innermost places with my tongue, lips and mouth. I would be lying if I said wasn't enjoying it myself. And I think my low moans just added to her pleasure.

Soon her breathing started to come in rapid gasps and her body started to jerk with my administrations. A wail escaped from her as she drove herself into my face, her entire body rigid. 

And her ejaculation! Andy usually came. If Andy gave me a gush of her liquid, then Amanda was a flood. Greedily, I drank from her. Her sweet substance filled me like no other, even Andy, had before.

I knew that this could be trouble.

As she came down from her orgasm, I untangled myself from her and rose up off the bed. Glancing at Andy, I could the utter amazement on her face. 

"And I thought you treated ME nice," she said, "Don't stop now. This is better than HBO."

With a sigh I took off my boxers and started to climb back onto the bed. I started kissing Amanda right above her feet and slowly climbed my way up her, leaving a trail of kisses along her body as I went. As I reached her face, our eyes connected. Gone was the shy, scared young woman. Now I had a passionate and lusty vixen who, well, who wanted me!

That look could be addicting.

Plans revolved around in my head as she lightly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss, her tongue darting in and out, lapping up her own juices from my mouth. 

Do we make out some more?

Do I play with her breasts?

Do I--a hand around my cock stopped those thoughts. And since Amanda's were on my back, I knew whose hand it was.

"It's time," Andy whispered in my ear, as she guided me into her sister. I broke the kiss to look at Andy as she sat on the edge of the bed. Our eyes meet as I entered Amanda. Never once did she stop smiling or betray any hint of jealousy.

Two things came to mind. Andy was serious. We were changing the nature of our relationship permanently and she was ok with it. I still didn't know if I was, but she was.

That and BY GOD Amanda was tight. I would have thought that all the lubrication she had given herself would have loosened her up but I guess that her husband didn't act on her enough to fully stretch her out. Achingly, I pressed myself into her. When I had bottomed out I began the slow process of moving out then back in. 

Gradually I built up a pace, never once breaking eye contact with Andy. I decided to watch her the entire time, to try to let her know with my eyes that I loved her, but Amanda took my head in her hands, turned it to her and kissed me deeply.

Our bodies tightened around each other as thoughts of Andy, Amanda, anything left my mind. All there was in the universe was the passion I felt right then. The passion created when two lovers and their bodies tried passionately to create a new life. Amanda wrapped her legs around me. Her body was soft against mine, so unlike Andy's, which was tone and defined.

We built a rhythm, pressing against each other and retreating before merging again. All the while, our mouths explored each other. 

Time ceased to move, as all I could think about was her flesh against mine, her taste in my mouth, her perfume in my nostrils, the feel of me in her. We finally broke our kiss and stared each other in the eyes. Soon I could tell by her pants that she had climaxed, and then I watched as she gasped out when another hit her. She gave a long exhale of warm moist breath as she went rigid, her body attempting to grip me like a vice.

And that look. When she had an orgasm she became divine. A passionate lust that just begged me to continue, pleaded with me give her another one. My only goal became to send her totally over the edge. To make her body go rigid and tight around mine as I continued to make love to her. Passion overcame reason; pleasure overcame love, as we continued on our path.

We continued to kiss lovers kisses as her hands continued to massage my back. We merged as the only thing that mattered was pleasing each other. She started to encourage me vocally, telling me over and over again how good it felt and how much she was enjoying our sex.

"Yes this is amazing, you are so soft and wonderful," I mumbled to her in her near before nibbling on it. I continued to kiss her on the face and neck as she did the same for me.

Then my body finally started to give. I felt a boiling in my loins, the feeling that a dam was beginning to burst. With a roar, I announced the torrent of my seed that unleashed in my sister. One from her answered my cry quickly.

In a moment, we both relaxed and regained our senses and breath. Reluctantly I rolled off of her. And right into Andy. NO Andy! I had forgotten about her!

Fear gripped my very soul. What must she be thinking? Is she angry, are we over? Is she going to hit me again?

"Honey that was wonderful. You were so kind and loving to her! I can't wait for my turn. But it looks like you two need a rest." Andy leaned over and pulled her sister into me, Amanda cuddling up around me. I could do nothing but return the hug. Andy gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You two rest here and relax while I get dinner. And remember after we eat, then it's MY turn!" With that she bounded out of the room.

We laid there for a while before she kissed me on the cheek, then took my face in her hands and placed a kiss on my lips.

'That was wonderful. I almost hope that I didn't get pregnant this time so we can do it again soon."

"I think Andy wants us to continue this all weekend," I said, and a gleam entered Amanda's eyes.

"I knew I loved her." She played her fingers across my chest for a few seconds then, "What do you want to name our child?"

"Ah shouldn't you and--n"

"No I will pick the names, he won't get a chance. And even though we can never tell anyone I want you to help me name them. You will be their real daddy."

I didn't know it then but right then something started to stir in my soul.

"Ah well...if it is a boy I would like to name in Michael after my father. A girl, hum, what about Lisa? I have a cousin Lisa and she's a blast." 

"Ok Lisa and Michael, check! Guess we will have to do this for all five of them."

"You really want five?"

"Yes I have always wanted a large family. And with you fathering both my children and Andy's then they will have a really large one. She wants what? Three?"

"I think two but three wouldn't be bad. I just want a family. Now it looks like I will get one, a very large and ... strange one."

We laughed over that for a bit then talked some more about names. I think we came up with possibilities for them all that night.

We got up and redressed. Then went to eat dinner.

Dinner was fun. We talked about the news and some new movies we wanted to see. The sisters even told me a story I hadn't heard about when they went to band camp together. Amanda was relating when Andy had lost her top in the swimming pool when she accidentally hit her glass of grape juice over onto Andy.

"Oh God, I am sorry."

"No don't worry, I'll just change, might even take a quick shower. You two got me worked up." 

Amanda and I finished cleaning up the mess while Andy went to our bedroom and soon I heard the sounds of the shower going. A flash of memory of her in the shower, her body covered in suds, caused a rise in my jeans.

Usually I am reserved about things, trying to not make mistakes. But today I had something else, sort of like being drunk but with out the alcohol. I grabbed Amanda's hand and drug her to the master bedroom.

"What are you doing?" I placed her in a seat and stopped her from asking any more questions with a kiss.

I stripped and then entered the bathroom. The radio was playing lightly as I entered. Andy liked to hear music as she washed. I turned her music off.

"What?" she exclaimed pulling the curtain back, but I pounced on her. Our lips met as I pressed her back into the shower. My hands began to roam over her soapy body as the water played around me.

"Not here," she gasped. "In the bed, so she can watch."

"I can't wait, Andy, " I replied, my hard-on painfully pressed between us.

"Please, now." 

Reluctantly I turned off the shower and exited. But before I could get the towel, Andy was on me. Her tongue invaded my mouth. She shoved me back into the doorway. Then she dropped to her knees and without ceremony took me in her mouth.

I leaned back against the doorframe as she moved on my manhood. I just sat back and enjoyed the feel of her moist mouth sliding down my cock. The teasing that her tongue did. 

Soon it became too much for me. I wanted to fuck my wife.

I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her off my cock. And up into the air. I told you I tried to work out.

"What?" she started to exclaim before I slammed her onto the bed. With a giggle she positioned herself and lifted her legs into the air.

"Come get me!"

Oh I did. I leapt onto the bed and with one lust-filled gasp, plunged into her. She placed her legs around my shoulders as we kissed. I didn't even think of love, both of us knew this position, we could go long and hard with it.

And having had sex not two hours or so before helped me as well.

I kept plunging into Andy, the differences between the two sisters just making me even hornier. Amanda was warm to the touch while Andy was literally burning up, even after being wet from the shower. Andy moved her hands over my body as I went; she aggressively explored every crevice she could find, refusing to stop, refusing to relax. Our eyes made contact and I was caught up in the pure passionate lust that she had for me. Not a desire, not a need but pure bestial lust that threatened to devour me whole and want even more.

I couldn't believe it. Here I was, fucking the hell out of my wife. Her groans and gasps filling our house and I wanted to screw her even more! The longer I went the more I lusted for her. We were not like lovers; we were animals and loving every second of it. Her nails bit into the flesh of my chest as pleasure began to overcome her.

Soon she arched her back and screamed, dropping her legs from me as her orgasm hit. Her vaginal walls grabbed hold of me, threatening to not ever let go. But I just kept going. I could not get enough of her. I saw in her face joy, passion and lust. I looked into her eyes, the hunger I found there matched my own. The way her body glowed from her orgasm just made me even love her more.

We had always been passionate. But tonight, tonight we were like we were when we were dating and couldn't get enough of each other. I loved it. And when she looked at me I knew she loved it too.

"My turn."

With that she pushed me over onto my back and then mounted me.

"I love you, Alex Brooks!" she shouted as she lowered herself onto me. Then she began to grind herself into me. She knew how to please me from here and I knew that she loved to see me while she did so. Her wonderful pussy griped me with practiced ease. 

I began to grind back against her. Our passion created a rhythm all of its own. My hands grasped her nipples, tweaking them and twisting them. Andy began to growl at the pleasure that I was giving her. Soon another wave of pleasure hit her, and again her body threatened to cut me off. But she didn't stop; she barely even paused. 

I could see it in her eyes. She wanted me to know that she loved me. That she still loved me and wanted me. Her soft hair fell into my face; I could smell her perfume and the shampoo she used. Her nails continued to do their damage as she gripped my arms hard enough to break the skin.

I pulled her down to me and took one of her breasts in my mouth, tasting the soapy residue that was there. Soon her words started to penetrate my mind.

"Give me a baby Alex. Put our child in me." What man could resist his lovely wife when she commands this? For the second time that day I could feel my balls contract. I grabbed her hair and forced our mouths together as my body convulsed, spraying my love into her. She yelled into my mouth as another wave crashed over her. 

Slowly we sank back into the bed, curled up in each other and feeling our love. Her body milked me for all I was worth as we lay there. We held each other, murmuring out confessions of our love.

Slowly we noticed the Amanda was in the room, her eyes wide as she watched us. When she saw that we were done she came up and placed a blanket over us.

"You two rest. I'll clean up."

So I fell asleep with the love of my life holding me. Never once did I think that things would turn out in my life as they had... or how they would.

Chapter 3

I hate to tell you, but I didn't get either my wife or her sister pregnant that weekend. But that didn't stop us from trying, or me from calling in sick on Monday due to a "strained back."

These girls were going to kill me.

Now, I had very naively believed that Amanda and I would just get together when we knew she was ovulating. But it seems that Andy and Amanda had gotten together that Sunday and decided that we shouldn't take any chances.

That meant that I should provide my services at least two or three times a week to each sister.

Remember what I said about killing me?

Andy and I had sex whenever we could. And I do mean whenever. Nights, mornings, after we vacuumed the carpets. I will never forget when she showed up at my work one day.

"Hey what are you doing here?"

"Being horny. Close the door and fuck me."

My secretary, God bless her 60-year-old heart, just got up from her desk and closed and locked my door.

Then afterwards she ordered me a new desk, something a bit sturdier and a little higher.

I gave her a raise the next day.

As for Amanda, she became creative with her reasons to see her sister. And if her husband ever called to check up on her, Andy would be right there to run interference until she could catch her breath and talk to the putz.

Andy stayed with us and watched every 'performance' that we put on until one Saturday, about a month after we began our unique relationship.

On the few days that Amanda stayed with us, we had gotten into the habit of sleeping together, Andy on a day couch in the same room. I woke up on one Sunday and rolled over almost overtop of her.

Now I have to admit that rolling onto a very attractive gal when you awake is one of the best things that a man can ever experience.

I didn't even think about it as I started to kiss her. Eventually she woke up, and she was all ready to go. When we finished making tender love, and were kissing and cuddling, Andy came through the door to wake us.

That's when all three of us realized that Amanda and I had just had sex for the first time without her present.

"Oh my!" This was all that Andy could say. Fearing that our marriage might be going down the drain, I had broken the agreement that we had given, I rose up off the bed and tried to apologize.

"Andy, I'm sorry I didn't know that you weren't here and--"

Slap. I never knew that Andy could move that fast. And she was getting stronger, probably from our work out sessions.

Nonetheless, this was becoming a bad habit. I could not believe she would actually hit me! Every time I tried to voice my opinion on our 'arrangement' my face stung.

"Listen up! You are a good man. I knew what I was doing when I started this! I love you and always will. You are the only man for me so you just stop apologizing for doing what I asked when you show my sister love. That jerk she is married to won't do it but you can and do."

All this time Amanda sat back and watched us with those puppy eyes of hers. She always reminded me of a little child watching her parents fight.

Ironic huh?

To make a long story short, we dropped that 'Andy must watch every time we have sex' rule.

That opened up the sex life between Amanda and me. My clothes started to fit looser around this time. At first I thought it was all the activity that I was doing. So I countered with protein shakes and what not.

Then a buddy at the gym told me how I was 'ripping' up. That's bodybuilder jargon for getting really defined. I also started to notice that my shirts got tighter.

Seems that I was hitting the gym harder. Both girls noticed too. Andy would smile and tell me it was about time I hit the gym as much as her. Amanda, now for her I was becoming a personal playground to explore. She loved my new muscles and increased stamina. At times she would make me sit and talk to her for hours without my shirt on, and sometimes completely nude. And of course she returned the favor. I learned to love our talks.

Those weren't the only changes that I was going through. While I ran my company, I was a pretty hands-off manager, usually letting my employees do their own thing without me watching over them. But around this time that I began to really pay attention to the details of the business. Because of this, I caught one employee over charging a client and another flat-out embezzling from me.

Well I helped the law with both and even reimbursed the one client. That was when my business began to take off. It was strange. The more challenges that came my way, the more aggressive I got. I took things head on and won almost every time. I stopped relying on Thomas's friends and contacts and actually made some of my own. It would eventually take over a year but I was able to financially get out from under the bastard's thumb.

Around the three-month mark of 'Operation Knock-up The Family', Amanda announced that she was pregnant. She made sure to sleep with her husband after she knew so that he would think it was his. 

The same day that they came over to tell us the good news, Andy told us she was with child as well!

Turned out that I must have gotten them both around the same time because they were both due in the same week.

This is when I really noticed the differences between Amanda's spouse and myself.

Andy and I were going to the pregnancy classes together. Picking out stuff for the baby's room together. I even put up the first sonogram of our son on my office wall.

My son. I was really going to be a father! I could not get that thought out my head.

That's why I could not for the life of me understand Thomas. He thought that Amanda was carrying his child. But he did not want her going to the classes; thank goodness her parents intervened on that.

He said--and I am not joking here--"Women have been having babies for centuries without classes. Why should I pay to have her learn what should come naturally?"

So after the five of us ganged up on him he relented, but only after I offered to pay for them. I know it was risky and might have seemed suspicious, but she was carrying my child. A little girl in fact.

Then after getting me to pay for the classes, he still didn't want to go because it "cut into his personal time." Translation: the time he spent doing 'guy' things to prove that he wasn't whipped.




True and Eternal Pt. 01



Well hell, her dad and I ended up splitting going with her to those classes. Looking back I should have known there was something developing when the ladies in the class would tell me I was a very attentive husband and commended Amanda on her choice in men.

That was uncomfortable then but later, well...

Thomas also thought others things were beneath him or were "women's work." Like shopping for clothes or preparing the nursery. I volunteered for those duties too. With all this double duty, I ended up being really tired at night, and, after Andy's hormones got finished with me, near dead. And if I happened to have gotten some time alone with Amanda that day as well I was two stages past death.

They might not look that much alike but they ARE sisters! Biology does not lie.

The main upside of all of this was I got to really know Amanda. I found out that she liked to fish, a hobby we both loved. Strawberry was her favorite flavor of ice cream. We both hated 'Old Yeller', but had a thing for the old Benjie movies. Things like that.

I really enjoyed my time with her. The way she smiled and laughed at my lame jokes. More than once on one of these day 'dates', a waiter or maybe even an old couple, would comment on how happy we were together. 

I even took her to my work place--she WAS my sister--to show her around. 

Funny thing, except for my secretary, who had met my wife, most people called her Andy and thought SHE was my wife. Andy had never shown too much interest in the daily grind of my job but Amanda made me feel like she was hanging on every one of my words. Then we had a client come in raving over one little problem or another and I just calmly handled the problem. Didn't want to upset Amanda with this fool. Afterwards she told me how proud for me she was.

I made her proud. I didn't know it till then but I wanted to do that. I wanted, no needed, her to be proud of me. And to hear her say that just made everything ok. I could feel myself swelling with pride.

And you know the strangest thing? No jealousy. Nada. I was sure that one or the other of the girls would have some feelings over all of this. I waited for the day when Andy would blow up or Amanda would run of in tears. The only thing I can think of is that they talked it out. They always seemed to be talking about everything. Must be a girl thing.

I asked Amanda one time about it, I wasn't going to ask Andy, my dental insurance couldn't take it.

"Alex, I know we should have these feelings but you know, I'm really happy for the two of you. And Andy likes what we share. We can't explain it except that you're a special man."

What can I say?

Then, one June day at a barbeque at our house, everything came to a head. 

Both girls were eight months along. Andy was just a ball of energy. She worried the heck out me, how she waddled here and there entertaining guests. Amanda, though, was looking worse for the wear. Think little lady, big assed kid.

And the jerk wouldn't let her sit still. He was either parading her around to his friends (whom I sure didn't invite) or was having her get him a refill on his food or beer.

After he had her get up and retrieve his umpteenth beer I had to say something.

"Thomas, why don't you let me got your beer?" Or get it yourself, I thought.

"You don't understand, do you? If she thinks that she can get out of being my wife and treating me with the respect that I deserve just because she is caring my child, then she will try to get away with everything. Heck, just last week she was whining about being tired when I asked what she made me for dinner. All she has to do is some light cleaning. Nothing hard."

"Man she is pregnant! She's carrying around a life within her!"

"So? Doesn't mean she gets a day off. I'm going to have a child too and you don't see me slacking off do you?"

I almost killed him right then. But visions of my wife and Amanda both having to live life without me stopped that.

Thomas got up to talk to one of his old college buddies, and I took that chance to leave. I entered the house and soon saw Amanda resting in the kitchen. When she saw me she gave a weak smile.

"It's ok, he's just been under pressure."

"Pressure? No he's a jerk." Something started to stir in me. "Come here."

Taking her hand, I led her to the stairs to the basement. I picked her up and carried her down the steps, glad for my increasing workouts. Once down there I put her down and led her to the laundry room.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You have to leave him. He's a jerk, he doesn't care about you, and he is just a self absorbed fool who needed to have his mother kick his ass while growing up."

"Alex, we have gone over this. I can't. It would kill my parents if I got a divorce. And he will go after you if he knew. I can't let that happen. I lo--"

I took her face in my hands and stopped her with a kiss. I was planning on continuing to argue with her but, after our mouths touched, I couldn't.

The stirring inside me continue. Our tongues intertwined and we started to caress each other. I was happy to just stand there, her face in my hands, our bodies next to each other, but Amanda had other ideas.

I could feel her hands at my belt and zipper, desperately working to free me from my pants. I wasn't even thinking when I helped her. After my pants and shirts were down I lifted her up and placed her on the laundry table.

I could feel my cock harden as I slid her panties off of her. She was already moist with anticipation. 

"Amanda I have to have you."

"Yes Alex. Take me. I lo--"

"Hush honey," I said as I slid inside of her. I raised her legs up and held them by the knees. Slowly I found a rhythm. 

"Oh Amanda. What is he thinking? You are so wonderful. And fun. And sexy," I increased my pace.

"You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met." Her groans and grunts of pleasure began to increase.

"I can't believe that you let me be with you." Passion started to boil with in me. "You let me give you our child." I felt a boiling in my balls. "If I was him I would never stop loving you." Did I just say that? "I would fuck you all day and make love to you all night."

I slammed into her harder. The room started to fill with the sounds of our passion.

"Doesn't he know? Doesn't he care? I know I care Amanda." I could feel myself going over the edge. I knew she was too but she had stopped groaning. Was she listening to me?

"I know who you are. I know ... I know ... I know that I love you."

I came inside of her. I could feel her body shaking from her orgasm. As I panted from our actions I let go of her legs and removed myself from her. Shaking, she rose up and wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh Alex I love you too." Amanda kissed me. "You are so wonderful" She looked to our side. "Andy!"

I whipped my head around to see my wife standing at the bottom of the stairs. Even from where I was I could see the tears in her eyes.

I had messed up. I was just to be a sperm donor and now I had fallen in love with Amanda. And she loved me. 

Time to face the music, I thought.

"Andy, I never meant for this to happen. But I love Amanda and that will never change. I'm sor--"

Andy stepped forward and slapped me. I don't think she saw my eyes after she did.

"Now you listen here! I knew that you two would fall in love. I set this up. I am not mad. Or hurt. I love you! I will always love you. You are a special person--both of you are--and I am willing to share my husband with my sister. But I am getting tired of you apologizing all the time!"

She reached back to hit me again, but this time I caught her arm as it went to strike.

"THAT IS ENOUGH! You hit me one more time Andy and I swear to God and on my grandmother's grave we will be over so fast the ink will stain the judge's desk! You will not hit me or any one else again! I will not stand for this abuse! I am your husband! The man you are supposed to love and cherish--not some punching bag!"

Neither woman moved. Something seemed to change in Andy's eyes.

"Alex I'm--"

"I'm not finished! I love you but I love her too and if you continue this I will leave you and take not only our child but also Amanda with me. Damn your husband Amanda. I love you! There I finally said it and I mean it! Now you have to decide where we stand right now Andy or I swear to God--"

"Alex honey ... I'm sorry." That was the first time I had ever heard her say that. She continued, her voice beginning to crack. "I should have never done that. I just... no there is no excuse. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to feel guilty. I was trying to express that you shouldn't apologize but I should have never done that. I wanted this to be special for you, for her, for us! And I knew what would happen. I knew you two would fall in love, yes it scare me but I knew that I could handle it and so could you if you tried! I was just so used to pushing you around that I didn't." Tears fell from her eyes. "Oh Alex I love you and I will never do that again. You have changed these last few months. I knew Amanda would do that. But I didn't know how much more you would become."

"You have seemed to be more confident, Alex," Amanda added in. "I hope that I had something to do with that."

Had I changed? Thinking on it, I knew I had. Had Amanda done this? I knew that too. The way she gave her unconditional support. I knew that Andy loved me but she was too independent at times to back me up. She liked to lead. She was always in control. But now? Now I was taking control. The world seemed to shift around me. Andy was my partner in life. My ally. She matched me mentally, intellectually emotionally, physically. But Amanda was my support. When I was weak Andy would tell me how to fix it, but Amanda would just hold me up, giving me the strength I needed to do what Andy said.

I looked at Andy and my anger slide away. I loved this woman; she was my true love. And I knew we had just reached a new height in our relationship.

"Alex give her another chance," Amanda pleaded holding onto my arm. "She has always been bossy. She was just making up for not being the boy Daddy always wanted. But she loves you. She tells me all the time how great of a lover, a provider, a partner and a friend you are. And she rants on how great of a father you will be."

"But I now realize what I never thought of. I always ran all over you, Alex," Andy confessed. Her hands gripped my shirt. I could hear the terror in her voice. "I lost sight of the most important thing. How great of a man you are. I promise I will never do that again. Please forgive me!"

With a sigh I took her into my arms. "Only if you forgive me for never giving you a reason to think of it." I looked her in the eyes. "And if you realize you have to share me. I can't leave Amanda." I could see Amanda smile out of the corner of my eye." You are my one and only true love. But she," I turned to Amanda and held out my arm, inviting her to hold me, "You are my eternal love Amanda. I can never let you go."

They both held me and for the first time in my life I felt overwhelmed by love, both my own and that from those who loved me.

At that perfect moment I didn't know and didn't care what the future held for me or for all of us. But I knew we would face it always together.



True and Eternal Pt. 02



Ok here we go. 

Again and always I will thank jacuzzigal for all the help she gives me and for her eternal patience with a dumb writer like me.

And a warning no sex in here.

Enjoy!

*

"But I knew we would face it always together," I said. I tore my eyes from Lisa's face and looked to her mother, Amanda. This was our last chance.

Twelve, almost thirteen, she was falling in with the wrong crowd. Getting into fights. There was even rumors that she was sexually active.

And I knew whom to blame. Father. I was going to end up killing the sonofabitch. He never showed her enough love. She was trying to get the attention she needed. So in council together, Amanda, Andy and I decided to tell her the truth. Maybe if she knows that I am her dad then we can win her back, we thought. So I told our tale.

(I left out the graphic sex, you perverts; I was trying to help her, not scar her for life.)

"What are you saying? That you had an affair with my mother? That you are my biological father?" I could tell that Lisa thought we were lying.

"Lisa Hon," Andy broke in, "It was never an affair. It still isn't. And yes it's still going on. Alex fathered not only you but your three siblings...and the baby that your mother is now carrying too."

Well, I wish that Andy or Amanda had told ME that before we came in here.

I sat back on the coach in my home office as Andy pulled out a stack of folders and continued.

"Here look for yourself. We had DNA tests done every time. And not just on Amanda's children but mine as well. You are my husband's daughter." She motioned to our eldest son, Michael. "You two are not just cousins but brother and sister."

Michael. No one could ever read him. Right now he was leaning back in my chair, just taking it all in. What did he think? Did he feel betrayed? Hurt? I knew I had to talk to him but Lisa was the worry right now.

"Baby," it felt so good to finally be able to call her that, "I know that you are going through a bad time. But we had to let you know that you have a real parent, not just that bastard 'Father' of yours."

"Alex--" Amanda started but I cut her off.

"What? Look what he has done to her! You should have left him long ago. But I let you talk me into letting you stay. But he's killing her! His is supposed to be her Daddy not 'Father'," I spit the words out. "Even the Hayes's adopted kids call Eddie Daddy. 'But I must be respected!' Fuck him! And fuck his perfectionist bastard opinions and his entire fucken life. You should have let me go when I wanted to beat him into a pulp after the recital Andy, that would have fixed all of this."

"Recital?" Lisa's question stopped my rant.

"Remember when you were 5, honey?" responded Andy. "Your first piano recital?"

"Yes. Father said that he was wasting money on me because I couldn't get the piece right." Lisa looked at me, and then her eyes went wide. I guess my anger was coming to the front.

"Get the piece right? Get the piece right! YOU WERE FIVE! God who cares if you are a concerto at five! I didn't! All I cared about was how proud I was of you!"

"You were proud of me?" This girl could keep me in line, my rants cut off with just a whisper of her sweet innocent voice. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the sisters give each other a knowing look, but I had to press on with Lisa. I had to let her know.

Grabbing her hands in mine I looked Lisa directly in the eyes, hoping my joy and pride would be evident.

"Oh yes baby! You were just five but you took that stage! When I watch the DVD I have of it I just well up! Here is my daughter. She just marches up on that stage and announces--no DECLARES--what piece she is going to play. You owned that stage! You were so confident and commanding!"

"They never sold DVD's of that concert Dad," Michael broke in. His voice calm and cool. He's going to be a lawyer, if his baseball dreams don't pan out.

"Alex hired several videographers to record it Michael." Amanda said. "Just like he does for your games, and Lisa's"

"You recorded my softball games?" There was something in Lisa's voice. I hoped that it was some joy, but I couldn't tell.

"Oh yes he did, and he had started to record your basketball games too. He collects all the trophies and little prizes from all his children," Andy responded, waving at my treasure wall full of the achievements of Michael and his 'full' sister Kathy.

"Nothing of mine is up there." She was still fighting us. She knew that the papers said what we said they did. She was my child.

"Alex, open the safe" Andy said. She looked at me. I could see that she thought we had her.

I went to one shelf and moved it back, revealing a wall safe. A converted gun safe, I kept my 'treasured' items in there.

I opened it and took out one neatly packed crate of stuff. I came back to the sofa and sat next to Lisa. Then I started to pull out what was inside.

"I have copies of all your report cards. And that award letter you got in the first grade for that drawing you did. And here are the DVDs of your sports games and your recitals and--"

"What's this?" Lisa asked, holding up softball in a protective case.

"Your first homerun, Lisa. We were there. Remember? After you all left, and after I calmed Alex down from wanted to kill Thomas over the chewing out he gave you for 'losing' his ball, we went back to the field. Alex searched there all night until he found it off the left side."

"It wasn't a homerun, just a miscall in a game," piped up Michael. Yeah, he'll be a high-class lawyer, I thought.

"Hey, she ran the bases and got the score. That's all that I cared about!" I chuckled, remembering that night. "I remember you, Andy, explaining to that cop that I was going to find my kid's first homerun ball if it was 3am or raining or what."

"No that wasn't a rain, it was a deluge! But you still searched. And you found it. You were so happy! And Lisa you DO have a place on the wall. Notice how there are some strange gaps in the awards? Look." Andy took the ball from Lisa's hands and placed it among Michael's awards. It filled the hole perfectly.

"Alex has always kept a place here for you, Lane, Kelly and the rest."

"But why would you do that? I don't deserve that! I'm not that go--"

"No you are! You are MY CHILD! I love you. I helped conceive you! I was there in the room as your mother gave birth! Your 'Father"," hate and spit filled my mouth at the word, "was too busy with a golf game. I was at the game too but I left to be there. I have always and will always be there for you."

"You, you're my father?" Tears began to form in her eyes.

"No, Lisa," answered Andy. I noticed that she and Amanda were holding hands; we could all feel that this was it.

"He not 'Father', he's your--" started Amanda, but Lisa shocked us all.

"Daddy?"

The tears flowed from me. I gripped my little girl and held on for dear life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I love you daddy." She couldn't stop, and I didn't want her to as we clung at each other. Soon I could feel the tearful embraces of Andy and Amanda. 

We had won. She was back. And I was never going to let her go again. She needed my love and she would always get it.

A clearing of the throat brought us all back to reality.

"Well this is interesting," Michael said. Oh no, I thought, here it comes. It was risky bringing him in here, but I felt if Lisa was to know then I owed it to him to tell him as well.

"Mom you say you started all of this? Oh your own?"

Andy nodded; she knew that he could break us all. I could tell her heart was breaking.

"And Dad, you love Mom still?"

"With all my heart, son. I just love your aunt too."

"And me?"

"Oh I have always loved you! Ever since I found out you were growing in your mother I have loved you. You are my child too, and that in and of itself makes you special to me."

"Ok then," he shifted in the chair. "Mom you are going to be at that trial Monday, right?"

Confused, Andy answered, "Yes. But what does this have to do--"

"Well Dad is going to be in business meetings all day so I guess Moms here will have to pick me up from school after third period."

Moms? Where did that come from? What was happening?

"What do you mean, son?" I asked.

"Well Robert Keller has been telling everyone in gym class about his exploits with Lisa here and well," he looked at me and smiled an evil grin, "No one talks about my sister like that."

Laughing, I rushed from our little group and embraced my son. I could see Lisa staring at us as we laughed and hugged. I reached out my arm and she came running to us. Michael and I both embraced her.

"Hello Sis!" Michael gasped.

"Hello Bro!" Such a simple exchange, but I could tell by the sounds of their voices and the tears in their eyes that the love was there. I wrapped my arms around my eldest and asked God for his help.

Then a gasp came from Amanda.

Turning to her I could see part her at what she was looking at. Three sets of eyes were in the crack of the door.

No, I told them to go to bed. This was supposed to be a sleepover for them. They couldn't handle this, they were too young! This was hard enough for Andy, Amanda and I to handle. Michael and Lisa were going to have a time dealing with all of this. And now the young ones?

Then a war hoop came from Lane as he charged into the room straight at me. Kelly and Kathy stood at the door in their nightgowns; their mouths open in a gasp.

"Daddy!" Well, no one ever said Lane was reserved, I thought. He leapt into my arms and started to kiss me. "I knew it! I knew it!" he shouted to Michael.

"Knew what, squirt?" They had always been playful with each other.

"That you are my brother!"

"That means--" Kathy looked at Kelly.

"That we're--", Kelly responded, born on the same day and with in an hour of each other they were my 'twins'. And as they grew up they had become best friends. And now they know that they were--

"SISTERS!!!" Ever have two hyper eight year olds go nuts in your house? Welcome to my world.

They hugged each other and then tackled their aunts. We all hugged and told each other that we loved each and every one of us.

Everyone got quiet when Amanda and I proclaimed our love and kissed. Kathy and Michael looked to their mother. Andy smiled and reached for me when my kiss with her sister broke and kissed me too.

"Well I think it worked out!" Andy was always so good at stating the obvious.

"Well I would have done better without Amanda's little surprise," I winked at her. "But yeah, we did good."

I ruffled Lisa's hair; she was smiling at me like a little child. I had gotten through.

"Ah Alex. I have a surprise too," Andy said.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant." Everyone was stunned "I thought that since Amanda and I had such luck getting pregnant together and since both of my babies were born around hers that I would have my last when she did."

I knew that she was looking at me trying to see if I was mad. But I couldn't be mad. I was going to be a daddy again. Twice! I went to Andy and held her. Amanda soon joined in on our hug.

Then the strangest and most wonderful thing happened. My kids hugged all three of us. There I was, surrounded by those I loved and love me.

Everything was all right. Everything will be good. Tomorrow we would have to sit them all down and set up the rules but for now.

For now all was good.

Chapter 5

The squeal of the brakes echoed down the suburbs.

"Got out of the way you damn mutt!" Terror was gripping me. Making me reckless.

Just a little while ago, I was at work, finishing up some things, when I got a call on my cell. I didn't want to answer but when I saw the number, I knew something was wrong.

It was Amanda's home number.

"Hello?"

"Daddy? Please, you have to get here." It was Lane. Amanda's eldest son and my third born.

"Lane what are you doing? You can't be calling me and talking to me like--"

"Daddy please--" There was a crash in the background and then I could hear the phone being dropped. I could hear screaming and yelling in the background but I couldn't make anything out.

After trying to get Lane on the phone for a second I hung up the cell and ran out. Just before the stray had ran across the road in a sorry attempt to commit suicide by my Maybach Exelero, I had called Andy and told her to wake up Michael and get over to Amanda's place.

I gunned the engine and raced to Amanda's. I didn't try to find a parking space or even turn the car off, I just ran over some of Thomas's cheap lawn ornaments and took it out of gear before I raced out to the front door

Lane opened the door as I bounded up the steps. Even in the dark I could see the tears that stained his cheeks. 

"Daddy, he's scaring us. Mommy and Father have been fighting for so long! And Lisa is in there now. Please do something!"

I was about to say something when a loud crash stopped me. Lane got out of my way and went to the stairs. As I passed him, I could see Kathy, Mel, and even little Evan huddled and watching me. I could see the fear and worry in their eyes. 

Later, I would blame it all on the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins, to the worry and fear that had taken hold. But right then, all I could do was remember back to when I was a child of around ten at my grandparents. I was trying to leave the house behind one of my cousins and he slammed the door, not knowing I was there. I had a glass in my hand and the door knocked it out of my grip. I have always remembered watching it slowly fall to the ground then shatter. It was like one of those old slow motion flicks. I didn't know then that it took just a fraction of a second to fall, because it seemed to take a lifetime.

I was experiencing that again as I came around the corner to the room. 

Step. I saw Amanda lying on the floor. The side of her face was battered.

Step. I could feel the rage build in me. I could see the left side of her face; her eye was already blackening. A blue discoloration was forming on her cheek. My mind went blazing hot with rage as I saw a trickle of blood coming from her mouth.

You know, there are times when you think to yourself: "This is it, this is as bad or as mad or as horrible as it gets". Then God himself takes it up on himself to prove you wrong. This was one of those times.

Step. I rounded the corner into Thomas's study, just in time to see Lisa's head snap back as he backhanded her.

Everything went red.

The next thing that I was actually aware of was Michael and Andy dragging me off of Thomas.

Man, someone did a number on him. His face was busted, both eyes were blackening and he was bleeding from his mouth and nose. I even think a tooth was missing. 

It was then that I realized that "someone" was me. I could hear a crunching of glass and I looked down. I had just stepped on the remains of his whiskey glass. I must have broken it as well. Regaining my senses I looked around the room. A hurricane had hit it. The desk was over turned, his chair smashed. The oak bookcase had been busted, it's contents fallen into the floor. Michael moved the remains of a computer screen and sat up one of the few remaining chairs up and tried to get me into it.

"No." Andy looked at me, I couldn't tell if she was still ill from the flu or she was this pale from fear. I had never exploded like that before.

I have never had a reason before.

I took a breath and slowly exhaled it. I was trying to decide what to do. Then Thomas spoke.

"What, what the hell are you doing you stupid fuc--", his words were slurred; he had been drinking. Then again as I looked back at him, he might be slurring because of his injuries.

"You get the hell out of here you wimp before I kick your ass. I need to teach that bitch not to back talk me. Uppity little cunt! I could have pulled out."

Well that made it easy on me. I looked back at everyone that I cared about. Amanda and Lisa were holding each other on the floor. Andy was watching me, her hand clutching at her stomach. I knew she was sick and in pain but I couldn't deal with that at the moment. Mentally I made a note to make her go to the doctor first thing tomorrow.

And Michael, reliable Michael, he was waiting for me.

"Michael, get your brothers and sisters together, pack some clothes for them and get them out to your mother's van."

"Ah Dad," he said tentatively. I could see it in his face. I had just broken the first rule. I didn't care.

"Michael, I don't care. Get Lane to help you." I turned to my wife, "Andy can you help Amanda pack? She is leaving and staying with us."

Andy just nodded. Grimacing with pain--yes we are going to the doctor tomorrow, damn the costs--she went to Amanda and helped her up. I went to Lisa and helped her.

"But. . .but, Alex?" Amanda stammered. But this was over. After getting Lisa to her feet, I went to Amanda, cupping her face in my hands. Then I really broke every rule.

I kissed her on the lips. I could taste her blood, I could feel her tremble, but I could also tell that my kiss was calming her down.

"What the--" Thomas was catching up. He tried to rise but quickly lost his footing and fell. I had done a job on him. I knew that there would be legal problems but right then I did not care.

"Shut up." I was almost surprised when I said that. Until that point, no matter what I achieve personally, I had been passive around him. No more. Both of us knew things had changed. He was sobering up quickly and I wanted everyone out of here before he was. I wanted time with him alone.

I turned to Lisa. "Lisa honey, are you hurt bad?" I could see a bruise on her cheek. "Let Daddy kiss that, I will make it all better baby."

I kissed my little girl on the cheek, and when I broke the kiss and looked at her I could see that she was no longer afraid.

"Lisa, get some things together for yourself, then help your brother with the kids ok?"

She just nodded at me. I let her pass me and watched as her and Michael left. Michael gave me one last worried glace back before he left but a nod from me seemed to give him courage. Amanda and Andy followed not long after.

"What the hell? Brother? He's her cousin you stupid--", I guess he still didn't get it. I turned to him and let him in on the secret in no uncertain terms.

"I have been sleeping with your wife for about 15 years now, you pathetic worm." 

It took a second but I could tell it eventually got there.

"You sonofabitch, I knew you were just a fucken gigolo. You ain't taken my kids though." He tried to stand. "Those bastards are--"

I shoved him back down. "You want another beating? Those kids are mine. Every one of them. I even have the DNA proof. The eldest three know this. I think the other two do too, they just don't know how to tell me. Or you."

"You, you cuckolded me?" His face was going pale.

"No, ironically no. You know, I didn't know what that word meant until last year? Lisa found it in her sexuality class in school. Came to me to ask if that was what I was doing." I kneeled down and looked at Thomas. "But you see, to cuckold a husband, he has to be a LOVING husband. You can't cuckold an adulterer. Or a man with just a trophy wife. Or an abuser."

"I never--"

I slapped him hard across the face.

"Shut up. Do I think you were sleeping around? Nah you're not that good. You would have to brag about it, shmuck. But did you ever really care about Amanda? Seems you just wanted a little hottie to show off to your friends." I leaned forward to him, my voice becoming low and conspirical in tone.

"Did you know most of them tried to get her into their bed? It didn't matter if it was before Lisa's birth, or during the time she was showing with Mel or now. Hell, you know those two assholes you golf with? Eric and Lance? They have a bet going on who will get to fuck her first. They even tried to get me in on it. Little did they know that I had made love to her that morning. That night as we laid in each other's arms, I told her about their bet and we laughed for a long, long time. She even told me that I should take them up on it cause she could use some spending cash."




True and Eternal Pt. 02



I laughed as I saw his little self-made world go crashing in on him. 

"No one likes you, man. Most are either using you to rip you off and make you feel that you got them or they are trying to get into Amanda's pants. Little do they know, she's all mine."

Well that did something to him. For a second I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Then that old fire came back into his eyes.

"Andy is going to rip you in half."

"Oh dear Jesus man! Who do you think got us together? But you know what?" I knew that I was going to be cruel but he deserved it. "I found out my wife is a bit of a voyeur. You know those times you take business trips to Vegas for the strippers? Or you go to your cabin in Canada; the one Amanda's never been to because you don't want her expecting you to take her there? I loved those nights. Andy and I load up our kids and come over here. They all play for a while then we put them to bed."

I smiled at him evilly before continuing, "Then Amanda and I would go to your bedroom. She would dress in something very sexy for me." I could see the confusion in his eyes.

"Oh you know. Those things you told her she looked like a slut in? Things she tried to seduce you in? Well she would get me every time. My favorite is this little black and gold number she has. Makes a bear out of me every time."

He started to shake. 

"Then almost every time, as I would suck on her breasts, sometimes when I eat at her lovely pussy, and even sometimes when she gave me a long slow blowjob, I would look up and see my wife, Andy, watching us. Enraptured even. Oh and we would put on a show for her. Filling the room full of moans and groans and proclamations of our love for each other. Then the next morning Andy would do the same for me and to me. She'd be all wired to the hilt and ready to go."

I stood up and walked around the room.

"Thank you for putting the children's rooms on the other side of this house by the way. I know you didn't want to hear them, and it just let us go wild. Like we did this summer while you where away on your 'sabbatical.'" I let the sarcasm venomously drip from me.

"Except this time we sent all the kids to their grandparents. Then we left for a vacation for just the three of us. Jamaica man. It was the best. Fun in the sun during the day, karaoke at night, wild sex at late night. I think our neighbors loved to just hear us. Loved to hear me make passionate love to my wife and yours. We even got applauded on the last night."

"And to think that your paranoid ass never called her while you were gone. And you never even thought twice when she told you her tan came from working in the yard. Guess you never checked to see that it was a fully body tan. Did you think that you had that jewel cowed by your 'manhood'?" A smirked while I let out that comment. I was beginning to enjoy this. Nineteen years of this bastard and now I can tell him. 

Was I sleeping with Amanda to get back at him? I asked myself right then. Then I thought of her and my heart swelled. No. I loved her with all that I was. I knew that. I felt like I had passed a test. Passed with flying colors.

"You got her to say she loved you?" His voice was hesitant now.

"Got her to? You bastard, she does love me." I could see this little man crumble. "And I love her. There is no way out of that. We have been in love for years."

I sat down in the chair Michael had set out for me and looked at Thomas. Gone was his swagger. Gone was the macho man that I had known. Gone was also my anger. Now I just had pity.

"And you know what? I have you to thank for this love." He jerked his head to me. "If you had just loved her. Told her that you wanted, needed, HAD to have her in your life she would have never left. If you had showered her with love, heck if you had bought roses on Valentines Day, she would have melted in your arms. But no."

He backed up till his back was against the wall. He didn't want to hear this but I couldn't stop. It was something he had to hear.

"You had to be some fucken show off. Be some macho man. I thought it was because you were a jerk. But you're not a jerk. You're a scared little child. You act this way because you are afraid that if you let her in, let her see that you are not in control that she'll leave you. Well you were in control. I was the one who had fears, I am the one who worried and fret. And at the end of tonight, I will leave with her. I will be with the woma...no the WOMEN I love and my children. And you will be here all alone. In control of nothing but this empty house."

Michael came to the doorway and told me they were ready to go. I got up and rushed everyone out of the house.

When we got to my home, I ushered everyone into putting their stuff up. Then I put everyone in the living room and told the little ones the secret of Andy, Amanda and I. I know they were too young but they would never really have to know keeping the secret. Well Mel seemed to understand. Her little five-year-old mind grasping that I was her father and she could call me "Daddy," at least in this house. Evan and Amber didn't seem to pay too much attention but then again what do you expect from two year olds?

Then I told them that they were not going back. But they were going to live here with me, Andy and Amanda. One very large and happy family. The older ones got a kick out of this. Kelly and Kathy starting right in on how to change 'their' room to fit them. Michael started to ask about moving into the attic to have a room of his own. Adding in that Lisa could have his then.

"Later. Tonight we need to sleep. I have to prepare some things before I tuck you all in ok? Now run along."

They all reluctantly went off to the rooms.

"He's going to be a lawyer, you know Andy."

"Yeah. Are you sure about this?"

I looked at Amanda, then back at Andy. 

"Yes. And tonight I want us all to start anew. Tonight we sleep in the same bed. I love you both and want to be with you both."

Both girls got up and hugged me. Then Andy took Amanda's hand and started to lead her off.

"What are you doing?" I had to ask.

"Going to get pictures of this, of what he did. I might want to catch Lisa too. What about you?"

"After Thomas gets over his shock, I can guess at what tricks he will try to pull. I have to get some things ready financially to block him off."

With that we went our separate ways, Andy to 'her' office and me to mine. I got several papers ready and booted up the computer to check the records before I called some people.

My private line started to ring but I didn't feel like talking to any one, so I let the machine get it.

After the beep, I froze when I heard Thomas's voice.

"Alex I don't know if you are there or not. If you are don't. . . don't pick up." I could hear that he was on his cell phone. The radio playing made me think he was in his car.

"Alex, you, you were right. I never thought I could get Amanda to even like me, much less love me. And when she agreed to marry me, I thought I had to be a real man and not give in. I thought," I could hear a horn blare by, "I thought that I could make her stay by holding on, by not giving her anything that would give her a chance, or a dream.

"I was wrong.

"Oh God, how wrong I was. I sat there as you told me everything and I realized that I knew. I knew that I had lost her. I knew that her face never lit up when I came in. She didn't bound to me any more. But when you came over, she was alive. She was the girl I fell for."

A screech of tires then another car horn. I sat there transfixed.

"I should have, I should have told her. I should have let her know that I loved her. Then I could still, but I didn't, I--"

I could hear him crying.

"They are great kids Alex. I should have told them. I just couldn't let go of my control. I had to have it or I thought everyone would see. That everyone would see that it was all a sham.

"Alex, don't, don't tell her that I called you. I never deserved her. I never, I never gave us a chance. My pride and fear got in the way. I don't deserve her pity or even her tears now. She will be happy with you. I know you will make her happy.

"It's over for me now Alex. Take care of her. Take care of them all."

I could hear the engine of his car rev up, then the squeal of tires. I knew where he was. On the outlying roads of town. Windy and twisted, they where a pain to drive when you are clearly thinking. But beaten, emotionally ripped apart and drunk?

I reached for the phone. To pick it up and talk some sense into him, but then I could hear the sounds of twisting metal. I sat there listening for a sound, any sound. But I knew that there wouldn't be one. I turned the machine off.

"Honey, were you talking to someone?"

Amanda was in the doorway to my office. Andy had bandaged up her face some. We would have to go to the hospital in the morning for her too.

"No babe, no one. Go to bed I will be right there."

"Ok don't be late." She turned to leave then looked back over her shoulder.

"I love you Alex."

"I love you too, Amanda."

I watched her leave the room and waited for her to go down the hall. I then hit delete. There were some things she didn't have to know.



True and Eternal Pt. 03



Last chapters. Hope you have enjoyed the show.

Thank you jacuzzigal for your help with this story. I have loved working with you so far!

No sex in this either.

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The wind blows, scattering the fallen leaves of fall. A solitary set of boots make their way to the until then forbidden area.

Ah Hello, I know I haven't been by since, well since then. I'm sorry. I just couldn't. I know I should have. I disappointed you. I failed. I—

The figure turns and starts to leave, then stops and steels himself. Slowly he returns.

Damn, I told myself that I could do this. I just. I just miss you so much Andy. I know what the doctors say. But I can't help but think that if I had made you go to the doctors sooner. If I had insisted on the tests sooner, that maybe we could have caught this.

The wind blows again; the cold bite of the changing season threatens to chill him.

You would think that now, with all those treatments and chemicals and fancy gizmos that we have that we could have stopped it. Ovarian Cancer. You know Andy, Amanda and I have joined a support group for survivors or it. It's really helped but I can still feel the hole in my soul that was made when I lost you. Amanda helps but she feels it too.

I make sure that she gets tested regularly. The kids also get regular check ups. Paranoid I know but I can't go though this again. Not now.

He takes a deep intake of breath to gather himself.

Well enough about me. 

The kids. Well Michael, as I guess you know, you would be watching, his baseball dreams went up in smoke. One bad play and a torn shoulder and he's out. But he's doing his best. He graduates this spring from college. Then it's on to law school. I told you he was going to be a lawyer.

He's met a nice girl. Weirded me out when I first met her. Pink hair and all but she's nice. She has good parents too. They came down over the summer. I've even got a business deal or two going on with the father. Amanda thinks her mother is a riot. 

Lisa, well did you know there is a professional softball team? Well there is and they are scouting her. But she wants to try for the Olympics. I say go for it no matter what. Guess I will have to get the expanded cable package to see my little girl play in the big leagues.

Lane is doing well. Studying some biological computer thing at MIT. Kelly and Kathy graduate from high school this year. I never had to worry about boys with Lisa after our talk all those years ago. But those two? Lord they are the twin terrors on male physiology. Amanda and I keep a good eye on them, don't you worry.

Mel is doing well in school. Did you know there was a shooting team on the campus? I didn't either. Well she made the team, came in third last year at the nationals. I think she wants to join the military then become a cop. I still remember when all she wanted was to play with her Barbies.

They grow up too fast.

Evan scared the crap out of me last week. He's 'decided' that he's gay. He's not even in high school yet and he's talking about boyfriends. Wow.

Amber thinks it's just a phase he's going through. Then again I have caught her talking with the Looney gal in private too many times to not have my suspicions about her too. Then again I caught her kissing the little Hayes boy too.

What a wonderful mess. I wish you where here to tell me what to do.

Drops fall to the leaves. He wipes his eyes.

Ah well, Amanda is good. So are your parents.

You know you scared the hell out of me with them. I can still remember it. You hadn't been, hadn't been gone for long. We gathered in the lawyer's office; Amanda, your folks and I, just as you requested. None of us had any idea of what was going on. Then she put the video in.

I also joined you when I saw you again. Then I noticed you were talking. Telling us that this was your will and yada and yada. Then you said that you knew that you said you would never ask me to do anything again. But you had one more request.

You wanted me to marry Amanda.

Everyone was shocked. Then as we all started to recover you dropped the big one.

"Alex, your kids need to have your name. If you marry Amanda, and I know you want to, you two have been in love for years, then you could adopt them and they can change their names to the ones they should have. Then they CAN call you 'Daddy' like they should."

I understood what you were telling me. Then I remembered that your mom and dad were sitting to my left.

"Mom, Dad. Alex has been having relations with Amada for years now. With my blessing. Hey I shared all my toys with her growing up, might as well share my biggest toy."

You never really had the best sense of humor.

"All of her kids are his. He fathered them. And I knew. He never cheated on me. Please I know this is something that you were not expecting but I wanted this for us then and I want this now. They all need you and your support."

I sat there through the rest. The legal voodoo that you had to do and plans that you had for some things. All the time I wanted to know what they were thinking. It was like that first day, all those years ago, when I was first with Amanda. Wondering if I had lost you. Then you finished and the lawyer left to give us some time.

I sat there waiting for all hell to break loose then your mom spoke up.

"They're not Thomas's kids?"

Amanda told her that they were not and they were mine. Your dad surprised me.

"Thank Gwad!" Love that man's accent.

They were actually happy that we had done this. Well not really happy. They hated that man too. They wanted Amanda to have an affair, dreamed it even. They couldn't bear to think that their grandkids were from that man.

So we all left there and I gathered everyone around at the house and asked the kids if they would like for us to do what you wanted.

It was like that surprise birthday party we gave you for your thirty-fifth. Pandemonium. Amanda and I got married in a small civil ceremony at the courthouse. I had Michael stand for me and Lisa stood by her mother.

Right after that we all went and got the kids' last names changed. The next few days must have been hell on teachers. All of a sudden you had this Brady Bunch on steroids running around. Everyone was so happy to finally be able to call each other brother and sister in public. 

I have heard that there was some strangeness at school. People were wondering about the sudden marriage. But Michael told everyone that it was your last wish. For Amanda and I to be happy. Lisa and him said that they handled it.

But I really don't know how it all went. Amanda and I went on a honeymoon. 

But we didn't enjoy it too much. We missed you too much. It was one of the most joyous times of my life and I was in so much pain, Andy. So was Amanda.

We miss you. I know that she comes here every few days. I wished I had her strength. I just couldn't do it. But I will now. I miss our talks. I need them. I promise I will come back and talk to you.

He looks up and sees someone in the distance waiting.

I have to go now, Andy. The kids are waiting for me. But I'll be back soon.

He bends down and kisses the cold stone. Tears fall. His voice becomes a whisper.

I love you Andy. We will be together again. We have to be. I can't go on forever with out you. Never forget that you are my true love.

He stands and leaves. The figure waiting on him wraps her arms around him when he reaches her. They walk off arm in arm. The wind continues to blow, recovering the small tombstone.





True Baseball Love



I love my son. I'm glad to know I was able to raise him with a good head on his shoulders. I have taken care of him on my own since he was fourteen, when me and my husband divorced. He has always been as much of a support for me as I have been for him. That's why it didn't surprise me when he gave me opening game tickets for the Cubs game for an early birthday gift. He was graduating in two months, heading off to college - Berkley! I couldn't believe it - it should be me getting him something nice for graduation but he had it in his heart to think of me first. 

"Two tickets mom, you and me. I figure this might be the last time we can make it to opening day. California is too far away to pop in for a weekday game." 

I gave him a big hug. I was a huge Cubs fan, despite the pains it brought with it. I made it a tradition to take Jeff to Opening day since he started Little League, but we couldn't make it in the last few years, I was saving up for his education. 

"How did you get these?" 

"You know me. I just went up to the ticket window yesterday and looked cute. Turns out they had accidentally forgot to sell two tickets behind the dugout." 

"Lucky," I said with a laugh. 

I picked up Jeff from school around noon to yank him out for his "doctor's appointment." We drove to the park and found a spot on Clark St, then began the trek to the ballpark. There's no better place to spend an afternoon than Wrigley. We passed the bars that line the neighborhood, we picked up a few souvenirs from the street vendors and entered the ballpark. Inside the park it's a social event. Some will spend the game walking around the concourse drinking beer as they walk from left field to right enjoying the view the park has to offer of beautiful Chicago. You find your seat and don't know the people sitting next to you, but by the end of the game it feels as if they're your old friends from high school, even if they happen to be Cardinals or Yankees fans. 

We found our seats behind the dugout. Jeff got great seats, only about 30 rows from where all my favorite players sit. We sat down next to a couple in their eighties with their "This is our year" poster. How all of us wished it were so. We shall see how it goes. Everyone starts with the same record on opening day. 

"True fans, huh" I said trying to start up some chitchat with the couple. "I'm Sandy and this is Jeff." 

"Oh yeah true fans. I'm Janice," the woman offered. "Me and Bob here have been coming to games together for 65 years. He proposed to me here. No championship that year, but we haven't been jinxed, he's still the love of my life, more today than ever before." 

That was very sweet to hear. I had thought I had found that true love with my husband, but I was mistaken. I was uncertain if Id be able to find that special someone after all at my age, but I've learned to let life take me where it leads me and to not worry. 

"So, how about you two?" Janice continued with our conversation. 

I think she was asking about how long the two of us had been together. I didn't know who it was a better compliment to, my son who definitely looked very mature and grown for his age or me who she mistook for a twenty year old, bless her heart. I held in my instinctual laugh when she asked. 

"Well, actually, this is my son. He got me these tickets as a birthday gift. He'll be headed off to college. We're spending the quality time together before he completely grows up on me." 

"Oh, excuse me. You looked much younger. So headed off to college, Jeff? You must already be accepted, willing to cut school to go to a game. There are a lot of kids here probably doing the same thing. So were are you headed?" 

As Jeff chatted up his plans with Janice and Bob, I took a look around the park. A red line train was arriving into the station just next to the park. A swarm of blue covered fans came off the train trying to make it the game on time. I looked up about home plate to take a look at the press boxes. No more Harry, but I caught a glimpse of Ronny. Opening day was the best. Janice had been right, there were other students who seemed to be cutting class to catch the game. A small group of girls were looking for their seats down our aisle, in front of our row. One of the girls in front was on a cell phone, two followed her giggling like crazy and a fourth trailing behind with a smile was taking in the sites like me. They took seats two rows in front of us and a couple of seats to the left. I watched them file in to their seats. Its fun watching the mini waves occur as everyone has to stand up to let people get to their seats in the middle. I couldn't help but watch the last girl trail behind her friends pulling out her own cell phone now to take a picture of the centerfield scoreboard. I saw as she sat, her cute butt taking its place in her seat and I saw her thong appear above her jeans. Too cold for a thong and low riders I thought. Chicago in April wasn't exactly summer weather. Ten minutes in this weather, and I could already feel the goosebumps on my arms from the breeze and my nipples were harder than normal. 

I returned to the conversation with Bob and Janice. Jeff had finished up relaying his plans for Berkley to them and had gone into discussing the great Cubs teams of the past. I joined in as the pregame activities ended on the field. It was nice to see the team for the year lined up on the base path. I hope for great things from them this year. A one-two- three top half of the inning. A great start. Our half on the inning brought good things: leadoff walk, single to left field, sacrifice bunt along the first base line moved runners to second and third, cleanup hitter hit a double to the gap, two runs scored! (Everyone was out of their seats. I was clapping, and I gave Jeff the always important high five to keep the inning alive. I saw that girl also jump out of her seat, I noticed now that the thong was green), pop up, infield fly rule, batter out, single to right, man on second hustled home, another run in! (Again the park was out of its seats. The girl I had been studying was jumping up and down, her long black hair swaying across her back, the girls with her let out a group cheer) on a three-two count the seventh batter of the inning hit a home run, a two run shot! (Out of our seats again, hopefully scoring runs like this will be a theme for the season. As we all sat back down, again that green triangle stared back at me. Who knows what that cold air on the ass might feel like, I had a sweatshirt over my Cubs T and I could tell my nipples were still rock hard) the next batter up drew a walk before our pitcher was called out on strikes. What an inning! 

Despite our early success, our offense dropped and there was little excitement in the game. I was disappointed I had gotten accustomed to standing up and cheering (and leering). I took time during innings to talk to Jeff. 

"So other than your graduation party is there anything else you wanted?" 

"No, unless you've changed your answer for that stripper idea?" 

I let out a laugh. "I told you Ill get you a stripper for when you turn 50. Then, if your wife doesn't mind, and if you don't mind if your 72 year old mother attends." 

"Haha, yea, that's okay. No the party is all I want. I would like a soft pretzel though. You could get that for me, huh?" 

"I thought today was my gift? The ticket was it, I have to pay for food?" I teased. 

I gave Jeff some money and he got up and left down the aisle to go downstairs to a booth to get food. I leaned over to Janice. "He's a great kid. I'm gonna miss him." 

"A good mother always does" was her only reply. 

My mind drifted to the great memories. I don't know why me and my ex had stopped after one child. I'm not sorry we did. I don't think anyone better could have come out of me. As I daydreamed, I saw the green thong appear again, as the girl who belonged to it got up. She looked down at her friends and said something and got out to leave. I hope everything was okay and she wasn't going home. Who leaves the home opener early? A smile came over my face when she turned around. She had a pretty face. She tossed her hair back as she prepared to climb over people again to get out of the row. She looked away from the field while she hurdled over people's feet and her eyes fell on mine. I gave her a smile. She gave me this funny look that said "How stupid do I look climbing over people?" I gave her a sympathetic but playful and smiling look back. She then disappeared as she passed my row, but that didn't stop me from stealing a look at her profile as she passed by. She was no less than 5'9", that long black hair laying across her shoulder and a blue shirt that clung to her nicely, showing off a perfectly flawless outline of her body. My thoughts drifted to things that made me smile some more. I moistened my lips with my tongue and turned my attention back to the game. Top of the seventh. After escaping a scare, we got out of the inning unharmed. 

I stood up with everyone else getting ready for the seventh inning stretch. I turned to look up at the booth to see who was singing today. As I turned one way to look up at the booth, I was tapped on the other shoulder. I turned around and Jeff was standing there with person I had been admiring this afternoon. 

"Mom, this is Kate. She's in my Spanish class. I ran into her at the concession stand." 

"Hi, I'm Sandy. Nice to meet you." I said, shaking her hand. 

"Thought I'd introduce you, I've invited her to my graduation party, so you'll probably see her again but thought I'd introduce you since we ran into each other." 

"Do you have a seat nearby?" I pretended to not know. Oh that was you I saw earlier? She didn't mention it. I wasn't going to tell anyone that not only did I know where her seat was, but I could pick her ass out of a line-up. 

"Yeah nearby, I'm here with some friends from my church's teen club." 

"Okay, well swing by after the game, we were gonna go out to eat for my birthday." 

"No that's okay, I have to get home after this, pretend like I was actually in school today." 

"Well, it was nice meeting you then. I hope to see you again at the party." 

"I wouldn't miss it." She said as we shook hands again and left, giving apologetic looks to the fans behind us who didn't like us standing and chatting after the stretch ended and the Cubs came to the plate to continue the inning. I followed her again as she climbed over to her seat and swung her ass to sit down. I don't remember much of what happened on the field after that. I was just mesmerized by her hair. Now that she knew that Jeff and I were behind us, she would turn her head and smile when the team did something good. 

I had a big grin on my face as Jeff and I left the park. Cubs got the win 7-2. I lost track as I tried to follow Kate out to see which way she went. Jeff and I went out for a late lunch after the game alone then. 

"So you never actually gave me a number, how many people am I supposed to be expecting at this party I'm throwing?" 

"Including all the strippers?" 

"That number better be the same number as when you exclude the strippers!" 

"Haha, then the number is zero!" Jeff said as I gave him a playful push as we left the restaurant. 

"You, me, Kate and who?" I asked 

"Probably, twenty people in all. The people I like most at school. It should be a fun group." 

"Fun? I thought I was throwing the party." 

We both let out a laugh. 

"I thought Kate was cute." I stated, not so much as a suggestion to Jeff but as a refreshment to myself in case I had somehow forgotten. 

"She's the shy quiet type. But she's really cool and fun when you get to know her. That's why I invited her. She needs to come out of her shell before she goes to college." 

"Where she headed to college?" 

"Loyola." 

"Staying within the city huh? I wish someone I knew would have done that," I said as I gave Jeff a poke as we pulled up to our house. 

The weekend after Jeff graduated, I threw him his party. He wasn't kidding, twenty of his closest friends showed up. Good thing I had bought enough hamburger meat to feed them all. I started to grill the first few outside while the first group showed up. Kate was among that group. Jeff met them at the door at they hung out in the living room. I walked in with a couple of drinks. 

"Hi guys, I'm gonna start grilling up some burgers. Let me know when you want them." 

I went outside to get the grill started and came back in to prepare the meat, and roll them into some patties. Kate walked into the kitchen. 

"Thanks for the drinks, Ms. Johnson." 

"Your welcome. Did you guys need some more?" 

"Yeah, the next group showed up, I was going to grab them something." 

I moved to start to grab some more drinks from the fridge. "No that's okay, Sandy, Ill get it, your hands are full." She moved behind me to get around the counter to reach the fridge. She had to scoot behind me in the tight kitchen and her hip rubbed up against my ass. 

"Thanks Kate." I said, forgetting that I was thanking her for serving the new guests drinks. 

Finally the rest of the kids showed up, and the first burgers were served. Kate came back into the kitchen tossing out her plate and some emptied drink cans. "You need any help making the rest of the burgers?" 

"Sure," I said, torn between needing the help but not wanting her to miss on socializing at the party. 

She seemed to understand my hesitation, "Its no problem. Jeff started up a movie in there so we could watch something while everyone ate." 

She began to help me grill the burgers and take them out to those who still needed their firsts, or seconds, or thirds...those high school boys. 

"So I heard you're headed to Loyola." 

"Yeah, I like Chicago, didn't want to leave." 

"Your folks glad to see you staying in the city?" 

"Yeah, although I don't think I am at all excited about that. I'm going to live in the dorms I don't want to live at home. A terrible way to spend college." 

"That's a good choice. College is such a fun time, its good to learn to live on your own. I'm sad to see Jeff go to California, but he's a good kid, hell do well on his own." 

We finished serving all the guests. As people finished eating and the movie ended, I entered the living room to make an announcement. 

"Thanks everyone for coming. I know a lot of you are also graduating with Jeff. Congratulations to all of you." Cheers went up as they were excited that 4 years of high school were over and college awaited. "Now I know Jeff you didn't want anything as a graduation gift. But, your grandfather helped out and we decided to get you a car! Now you guys all go out and do something. Celebrate." 

Jeff gave me a kiss on the cheek as I headed out of the living room. As I left I heard someone shout "Paintball!" It was a long day. I was hoping they decided to take the party to someplace bigger. I needed a nap. So in case they didn't head out I grabbed some fruit from the bowl I had put out for the kids and headed to the basement. We had a couch down there with a TV. I put in a movie to doze off to. 

I could hear upstairs some people dashing out the front door and others banging dishes in the kitchen. I closed my eyes but couldn't quite drift off into any stage of sleep. About an hour into the movie, I heard the door to the basement open. Kate came wandering down. 

"Sorry, am I disturbing you?" 

"No honey, its fine. Got bored upstairs?" 

"Yeah some people are headed home, the rest are going out to pay paintball. I don't really like paintball, but I'm not ready to go home. Mind if I relax with you for a bit. I'll even help you clean up later if you want." 

"Your always welcome." I straightened up on the couch freeing a spot next to me for her to sit down. 

Kate sat down next to me. "That was nice of you to get Jeff a car. You really love him." 

"Yeah I do." 

"I wish I had that strong of a love in my life." 

"I'm sure your parents love you just the same." 

"It's not that. I find it hard to date. Even if people get past my shyness, I really don't have anything going for me." 

"You can't mean that?" 

"I have no breasts!" Kate blurted out. "Who would want someone like me? I won't find anyone in college." 

I sat silently for a second. "Your very attractive. If you think large breasts are the only thing that'll attract men and make you happy you'll be miserable forever. All it takes is one person who will love you the way you are, who makes you the happiest person in the world, who makes you smile just thinking about them, and who will love you from now till the end of eternity." 

It was Kate's turn to sit silently and absorb everything I had said. "Was your husband that person for you?" 

"Until he cheated on me I thought so. Honesty was the only thing I asked of him in our relationship and that was broken." 

"Well, I think that you'll find your someone someday too. Those special people always turn up unexpectedly." Kate then looked into my eyes. It was a soft look. I couldn't determine what was going through her mind. She had some beautiful brown eyes. Those eyes penetrated my very being. All I could think about were her eyes, that silky long black hair, a green thong that covered a great ass and despite what she thought about her breasts, her body was perfect. She didn't know it but anyone would have been happy to be with her. My thoughts drifted again to places that had me licking my lips. 

"Is this Garden State? I love this movie." Kate then slouched in her seat. She quickly laid her head in my lap and curled her legs up on the couch as she lay on her side. "Mind if I watch the rest with you?" 

"Always welcome." 

She spent the rest of the movie in that position, her head resting on my thighs, her head shifting only now and then. I felt aroused by the situation. I began to run my fingers through her hair while watching the movie. I don't know if this was the action of a motherly relationship or something I would do with my lover in my lap. When the movie ended, Kate got up and asked if I needed her help in cleaning up. I told her I would get to it later, and that she could head off. 

"Thanks for having us over for the party." Kate leaned over and gave me a hug and then walked off. As she walked up the basement stairs, I watched from the couch that same view that had me mesmerized at the ballpark. I couldn't explain the wetness gathering between my legs now. I laid down on the couch. I unbuttoned my jeans and undid the zipper. I lifted up my panties and slid my right hand underneath. I was soaked! I used my whole palm and ran it over my hot sex. I inserted a finger into my pussy. As I inserted my finger, it made a squish sound, I've never been this wet before. I fingered my pussy with two fingers slowly. With my left hand I lifted up my shirt. I began to pinch my already hard nipples. My legs began writhing. I arched my back as the pinching of my nipples had a wild affect on me. I was so close to coming. I removed the fingers from my pussy and just began rubbing my clit. I used my index finger to run circular patterns around my clit and twisted my nipples to the same effect. A climax hit me like I had been electrocuted while standing in a puddle of water. I almost fell off the couch as I shook, feeling my pussy spasm and my hair stand up on end all over my body. I continued rubbing my clit and I came again, my convulsions lasting longer than the first. I ran my hand back over the mouth of my pussy and my whole hand got soaked. I was so warm. I brought my hand up and rubbed my juices into the skin of my breasts, continuing to play with my sensitive nipples. I had two of the best orgasms of my life. I was worried about the effect that Kate seemed to have on me. Who knows how she saw me. If I was just another parental figure for her to talk to, I couldn't misuse that. I have always known that I liked women. But I loved my husband and was faithful to him up until he cheated on me. I thought about being honest with Kate and let her know how she made me feel, but that might make her completely move into shyness, refusing to ever look for that person she deserves.