21 comments/ 56225 views/ 33 favorites An Instant Family By: BrettJ Michael Curtis was stupefied as he stared at the young blonde who was hugging him tight enough to cut off his air supply. She had tears in her eyes. So did the strapping young man who was standing behind her, standing beside a lovely woman who was an older, yet still beautiful, version of the young blonde. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" Michael asked as the girl squeezed the life out of him. The young man had a huge grin on his face. Only the older woman seemed to have an odd look in her cornflower-blue eyes, a look of sadness. "How was I supposed to tell you?" Angela asked him. "You were gone and we couldn't track you down. You moved around a lot. Daddy even hired a PI and he couldn't find you." "He mustn't have been too good," Michael said as the girl finally released him and stepped back. "I was only in fucking Toronto, not on the moon." "Language please, in front of the kids," Angela said, crossing her arms and staring at him. She had always been mindful of things like that and made him toe the line. "Uh, sorry kids," Michael said to the attractive twins, who were now standing side-by-side. "I guess your old man has a bit of a potty mouth." "That's okay, daddy," Andrea grinned happily. "Mom swears like a longshoreman." Angela rolled her eyes and Michael allowed himself to relax. He was still trying to put all of this together in his mind. He had kids -- not just one, but two -- twins! He had gone from being a bachelor to -- well, that wasn't clear as yet. "So?" He looked at Angela. "So?" Now it was Michael's turn to be exasperated. "I believe I asked you a question last night, young lady. Am I going to get an answer out of you?" Angela's hand flew to her mouth. "You mean that you still want to ...?" "Marry you? Of course I do, I almost wanted to propose the first day I saw you. I told you then and I'll tell you now -- you're the love of my life. You always were and you always will be. I'm back in California to stay and I'm back with you, if you'll have me," he said to her as he held out the box. "Oh, for Christ's sakes mommy, take the ring, I'll finally have a daddy," Michael's oldest child (by seven minutes) said impatiently. "You'll always have a daddy baby, you always would have if I had known you existed," Michael said, giving his son a welcoming hug as well. "I'm just sorry that we lost all of these years." "Mom, are you purposely trying to drive Dad crazy?" Andrew asked his mom. "Say yes already and then we can go out and celebrate." "Oh God, I'm sorry everyone, of course, YES!" Angela laughed happily and let Michael put the ring on her finger. After all the years that had passed, she was finally going to be Angela Curtis and not Angela Duncan. She had waited all of her life for this moment. Her kids embraced them both and she finally realized that she would have to stop thinking of them that way. They were their kids now and she hoped that her beloved Michael would come to accept that blessing in the way that she had. It was almost twenty years to the day when Angela met Michael. She had been dating Shane Connors and she was desperately trying to palm him off on a friend of hers. Annie agreed, but only if Angela agreed to go out with her current boyfriend. "I like Mike, but he isn't right for me," she told Angela. "He will be perfect for you, I guarantee it." She winked at her friend. "He's really good in the sack." "Oh Annie," Angela sighed. "You know that I'm not interested in that." Annie rolled her eyes. How someone as gorgeous as the statuesque, incredibly beautiful Angela could care so little about sex escaped her. Had Angela been willing, Annie would have slept with her. "But okay, I've seen him around school and he's gorgeous. I'll be glad to take him off your hands," she giggled. The four of them went out that Friday night and it proved to be a huge hit. Shane seemed mesmerized by Annie, and she, him. They didn't even join Angela and Michael for the movie. "Do you mind?" Annie asked her. "I think I'm crazy, but Ange, I think I've found the one!" "Don't be silly," Angela told her friend while she gave her okay. "It's way too early for that." She had been 100% wrong about that. A month later, Shane had asked Annie to marry him. They were soon to celebrate their 20th Anniversary. Shane owned a successful auto dealership and Annie worked as a caterer. They had three wonderful children; Angela was godmother to all of them. Annie remained her best friend. She was stunned when Angela called her last week with the news of Michael's return. "GRAB him," Annie laughed. "Hogtie him to the bed if you have to, do NOT let that man get away again. I know you're no shy little virgin anymore." Annie was the only person in the world to whom Angela could confide all of her secrets. Her liberal-minded friend had been a free spirit all of her life and didn't judge. "No, not by a long shot," Angela sighed. "I don't think I'll have to go that far, we haven't missed a night since that first one. Am I being dumb in thinking he's MY special guy and I'm getting a second chance?" "You know what I say about fate, babe," Annie laughed. "Say hi for me and I want all the details next time we get together, promise?" "As if I could keep them from you," Angela laughed as well before hanging up. Her mind flitted back to her second date with Michael. She felt like an idiot, but she was really smitten. No boy had ever made her feel so good or so at ease with herself. He had come to pick her up and insisted on meeting her parents. Her dad liked Michael right away and Tom Duncan almost never liked his daughter's boyfriends. They weren't good enough for "his little girl". This time, he told Michael "You can have an extra hour. I think you'll be good for my baby." Normally, Angela hated being called baby. This time, she gave her father a kiss before they left. For some odd reason, it mattered that she had his blessing. Their date was so casual, but he made her feel like a queen. He smiled and laughed at all of her corny jokes and didn't make fun of her values. He respected the fact that she didn't emphasize sex in a relationship. "I agree with you, friendship first," Michael had told her. "Doesn't mean you don't get one of these," Angela said as she kissed him. She even shocked herself a bit; she never kissed before the third date and not like this. She felt the electricity right down to her toes. It was magical, Angela felt as if she were melting in his arms. When he took her home, she almost floated in through the front door. By their third date, she knew. He took her to a fancy restaurant and she did herself up to the nines. He noticed every small detail and was very complimentary on how sexy she looked in her short, sexy black dress and heels. Her mom had bought her these expensive shoes and Angela had never had occasion to wear them. Michael told her she had the sexiest legs he had ever seen and if he had his way, she'd wear heels for every one of their dates. From that time forward, she did. If it made Michael happy, it made her happy. She knew. She knew a month in and she took action. She had a long and serious talk with Annie first and then, her mom. Both gave their blessing, although Annie was a bit more -- enthusiastic. She called her 20-year old boyfriend and invited him on a date. They went to the beach and she wore a bikini that would have shocked her parents. Even Annie might have been a bit surprised. Angela wanted to make an impression and from the way Michael's eyes followed her every move, she had done so. When they headed back to her car (she had insisted on driving and had picked him up) the eighteen year old beauty surprised him by not taking him home. Instead, she took him to a fancy and expensive hotel. "Babe, I'm not dressed for dinner here," Michael insisted. They'd had lunch at the beach, so dining presented no problem. "Good, because we're not having dinner," she smiled and got out of the car. She opened the passenger door for him and took him inside. She went to the front desk and got a key. By now, Michael understood what was going on. The look on his face was priceless and Angela tried hard not to giggle as she led him towards the elevator. She had arranged everything. "Baby, are you ...?" She put a finger to his lips to silence him. "The surest I've been of anything, sweetheart," she said, using that word for the first time. She had never met someone before him to whom that applied. "There is no one else I would rather be with; you're the most important person in my life." Michael had to restrain himself from jumping with joy and avoiding PDA. He wondered if his gorgeous blonde love knew that every time he saw her, his heart swelled with joy? Or that he hated leaving her at the end of each date and couldn't wait for the next one. The room was a nice size, although quite elegant. Angela's family had money and she had a good-sized bank account. This night had cost her some of that account, but it would be worth it. Her Michael was going to make love to her. They would be each other's first lover and tonight, magic spells would be spun. She kissed his lips and pointed to the bed. She left a slightly-awed Michael sitting there while she went into the bathroom. Her surprises had only begun. Angela was a bit naïve in some regards, so her talk with Annie had been a boon. She and Shane had been hot and heavy since that first night. "Lingerie and heels," Annie had insisted as she took her friend shopping. "If he's a guy with a pulse, he'll flip for black lingerie and stiletto heels. Come to think of it, some of us girls do, too." Angela rolled her eyes. Sometimes, her friend baffled her. Still, the stuff that Annie picked out for her was very sexy. Angela blinked twice when she saw the price tag on the high heels, but Annie insisted. "They're an investment in your future, trust me," she told her friend. That proved to be true when she walked out of the bathroom in an elegant negligee, tiny black thong and those selfsame black stiletto heels. Mike stood up, took her in his arms and she went swimming in a sea of love and desire. The two of them stumbled to the bed and fell over, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Angela pawed at her lover, wanting to see him naked and to feel his manliness against her skin. They fumbled around a bit until he was naked. He himself was in no hurry to get Angela naked. She looked like a goddess to his eyes. She sat astride him and ran her fingers over his totally naked flesh. Some people thought that women were beautiful and men could only be handsome. Not Angela. Her Michael was a dark-haired, beautiful young man. She touched him everywhere, totally unafraid. His -- cock, Annie told her to get used to that word -- jumped. She would soon have that in her mouth. With any other boy, it would have terrified her. Not so with Mike. She wanted his entire essence. She kissed him all over and started to suck his cock. Annie, naughty girl that she was, had given her pointers. She supposed she must be doing okay, because Michael was groaning like his head was about to explode. She wasn't yet sure if she could handle him cumming in her mouth, Annie had warned her about that. She let him cum in her hand. She tried the taste -- it wasn't too bad. Next time, she would swallow. "I've got to ..." Michael said and she nodded. She lifted the negligee from her body and let him stare. He could hardly blink, not believing that she was really here with him. He reached out to touch her and she fell into his arms. They kissed some more and he moved down her body. Angela lifted her hips so that he could remove her thong. She had shaved bare at Annie's suggestion. His lips stroked her mons, she was already wet. When he went down on her pussy, it was now her turn to feel her head might explode. With no prior experience, Michael's mouth was able to bring her to orgasm. They were fated to be together. She stroked and caressed her lover until she got him hard. "Ready?" They both said at the same time and then laughed. She nodded and got on top, another piece of advice from Annie. It hurt as her pussy parted, but not too bad and then, it felt wonderful. Her hymen broke and there were stabs of pain, then nothing but bliss. She made love to her man for as long as she could stand it. He didn't hold out much longer. The sex had been wonderful, but that couldn't be it? No way. She and Michael ordered Room Service, had some food and wine and had another round of sex. Annie had told her about "doggy style" and that was fun. She felt a bit naughtier and this time, she told him to "fuck her". Michael seemed to like hearing his girlfriend talk dirty, so she kept it up. For a reason she didn't understand yet, it made her hotter too. Her second orgasm far exceeded her first. She looked at the clock. It was time to go home, but not before cleaning up. Their first time had been wonderful and she knew all the other times would be just as magical. There weren't to be any other times, not for several years. Two scant days later, Michael showed up at her door. Tom Duncan took one look at the young man he had come to like very much and let him in. He could see that Mike was in a panic and he yelled for Angela to get downstairs quickly. She saw it too and held onto Michael until he stopped shaking. "Baby, tell me please, what's wrong, you're scaring me," she said, almost sobbing herself. "My father, that bastard," Michael said, his face in his hands. Tom usually didn't allow profanity in his home, but he could tell his daughter's boyfriend was really upset, so he let it slide. "He's moving us back to Canada, says he's sick of the United States." Michael's father had been in service of the government and met Michael's mom in Los Angeles. He had never liked the US and had been looking for some time to return to Canada with his wife and son. Now it was the lovely blonde who was in a panic. "What? When?" Angela gasped. Michael looked up, barely able to face her. His heart showed his heartbreak. "Tonight. He didn't want to give me any warning so that I couldn't refuse to go with him. I begged him to let me go and live with my Aunt Sharon so that I could stay here, but he refused. He doesn't trust her and he says if I stay here, I'm all on my own and he won't speak with me again. Oh God, what can I do?" Angela looked up at her father and asked "Daddy?" She hoped her wise father would have an answer, maybe let Michael stay with them. Years later, Tom would admit to making the most foolish decision of his life. "The boy needs to go with his family," he said, trying to stay calm. He was, in truth, enraged with Michael's father, but trying not to make matters worse. "You're both young, you'll move on. If it's meant to be, time will bring you back together." Angela ran upstairs, sobbing uncontrollably. Angela's mother came out to see what was wrong and went upstairs to see to her daughter. Michael left, also in tears. It would be long, horrible years before he saw his Angela again. A month later, her heart still shattered, Angela discovered that she was pregnant. They tried to find Michael, but no one knew exactly where he had gone. His mother's sister didn't know. Angela didn't know what to do. "I'll tell you what you're going to do," Adrienne said to her daughter. "You're going to have your baby. You loved that boy and you'll love his child. Who knows, it might be the only grandbaby I'll ever have. Lord knows, your sister doesn't seem to be in any hurry," she smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Your father and I will help out; we have plenty of room and plenty of money. You can finish your education and get a good job and maybe, in time, Michael will find his way back to you. If not, you're a knockout -- you'll find someone." Angela did as suggested. She got a good education and got a fabulous job with the city. She could provide easily for her kids, which she discovered early on, would be twins. She loved them from the moment she saw them and they wanted for nothing. She doted on them, so did her parents and their loving Aunt Annie. Angela decided that she needed to live life a bit. Her virginity was long gone and when she had a chance, she let her hair down. Her folks loved having the kids, so she went out clubbing a night or two a week with Annie. It proved to be a good idea. Annie was her first experience with another girl. They were a bit tipsy and the men they were with dared them to do it. Angela was unaware that Annie had asked Shane to suggest it, because she really wanted to sleep with her best friend. She thought knowing she had one lover who adored her might bring her out of her shell a bit. Angela really enjoyed kissing another woman. So much, that she almost caused a scene at the club. Shane knew the score. When his lady was going to score with another girl, he made himself scarce. He drove the girls home and then, he and his buddy split. His pal was smart enough to know he might score another date with the luscious blonde if he gave her enough space. "Oh God, it's probably just the wine, but that was fun," Angela remembered thinking as they tumbled into Annie's home. "No way, it wasn't just the wine," Annie smiled as she took off her heels. "I've been trying to tell you for years that you could probably enjoy a girl-on-girl fling if you tried it. So come on, let's go for it. My bedroom is right over there and it'll help sober you up." It did that and much more. Angela learned things about herself. She learned that her feelings for Annie ran much deeper than she had known. She learned that there was nothing wrong with being a bit wild in bed and that a woman in lingerie got her horny. She learned to suck a nice pair of boobies and that a shaved pussy was hot. She became a free-thinking bitch in the course of a few days. On her next outing with Annie, she turned to Shane and said "Annie told me I'm coming home with you tonight. This time, unlike when we were a couple, you're getting in my panties." Then playfully, as Annie had suggested, she lifted her new leather mini. "Oops, my mistake," she giggled. "I'm not wearing any." Shane got the fucking of a lifetime from his girlfriend and Angela that night. He was unaware that his was only the second cock to enter Angela's pussy. She and Annie put on a show in between rounds. A week before their wedding, the best friends repeated the scene. The night before his wedding, Angela was on her hands and knees, being fucked by the groom. Annie had refused to let Shane see her the night before the wedding but had asked her friend to help out. Angela discovered something about herself she had never known -- she liked sex and she liked it a lot. She changed up her wardrobe and went out often. She dated girls and was open with her mom about it, keeping it a secret from her daddy. "If I'd been more like you at your age, I might have tried it," Adrienne surprised her daughter by saying. "Girls are very pretty and we can certainly change it up when we want to." "You're barely 40 mommy, you could still ..." Adrienne laughed. "Oh baby, who'd want an old woman like me? Besides, I couldn't cheat on your daddy." "I recently dated a woman who was only 2 years younger than you, mommy," Angela admitted. "She was hot. Daddy would never find out. I don't know if it's cheating as much as a biological need. Now that I know I like women, I need to sleep with one every so often, to satisfy the urge. Annie and Shane have that kind of arrangement." Angela was thrilled to be able to talk so openly with her mom about the situation. Adrienne nodded and they talked some more about it. Every so often, Angela's thoughts drifted to her Michael. She wondered if he was happy. Had he found anyone? He had not written, he didn't know about his precious children. She hoped he was happy. An Instant Family He wasn't. Michael had found success in life, but not in relationships. He dated a lot, younger women found him appealing. He was rugged and masculine, yet remained a perfect gentleman. He was never demanding and a perfect, giving lover. Yet all of them sensed a melancholy about him. There was a sadness to Michael and only he knew what -- who -- it was. He had never gotten over Angela. He had lost the love of his life. It was his mother who finally talked sense into him. "For God's sakes darling, go back and find that girl. I will never forgive your father for moving us back to Canada, even though I do love Toronto. He had no right to ask that of you, you should have gone to live with my sister. Find Angela and ask her to marry you!" "She's probably met someone and is married, with kids," Michael sighed. His mother shook her head. "Don't ask me how I know, I just know," Sandra told her son. "She isn't. I think you're two lost souls who will find each other again. I tried searching for them, but my sister says they've moved. I wanted to hire a private investigator out of my own money to help, but your father won't hear of it," she fumed. "There are times I wonder why I stay married to that stubborn, pig-headed man!" "Because you love him, simple as that," Michael said. He had forgiven his father long ago when he realized his father had been miserable in the US, so far from his family and friends. Sandra only had her sister, her parents were deceased. Michael's dad came from a family of 5, with 11 cousins as well. His parents were still hale and hearty and he had been alone in the States. "Dad wanted us around family and it's worked -- for you." Michael looked up at his mom. "You're right. I've got money and I can get work in California. I need to at least try to find her. If she's married, maybe then I can move on. If not, I'm moving heaven and earth to win her back." Michael found a job, with the aid of some American friends, in less than a month. He arranged to have his condo packed up and he moved back to California, close to the old neighborhood. A few days after settling in, he was in a Ralphs Supermarket, buying food and he noticed a tall blonde with great legs walking a few steps ahead of him. She was wearing a short skirt and heels and she walked ... ... that walk. He had never forgotten that walk, it was burned indelibly in his brain even after almost twenty years. It had to be her, it HAD to be! He yelled out so she would hear him, not caring if he made a scene. "ANGELA!" She spun around and her hand flew to her mouth. She abandoned her groceries in the middle of the aisle and met him halfway, with Michael spinning her in the air before they kissed with nearly 20 years of missed passion. Both of them were crying and neither one cared. "What are you doing here?" He didn't care if he sounded like a lunatic. "I have spent the last two decades being miserable without you. I came back to find my girl and see if there is any chance she still wants to be my girl! Are you married? Is there a chance?" Angela felt her heart skip a number of beats as she answered. "Darling, I've never married because no one could measure up to you. There is every chance. I have to finish my shopping and go home, but you pick me up here tonight and take me to dinner. I'm going to be the dessert," she winked as she walked away. Michael could see she had changed a bit, but his heart was the lightest it had been in decades. He called his mom and was babbling hysterically until she finally figured it out. Then, both of them were weeping. "You marry that girl as soon as you can arrange it," Sandra told him pointedly. "Don't you dare let her go, you marry her as soon as she says yes and I want lots of grandbabies." Angela was glad her kids were away with friends. She didn't want to spring his kids on Michael right away. How was she going to tell him? How do you tell a man about two grown children he didn't know he had? How do you tell a man -- his kids, your kids -- are your lovers? The twins had always been close. So, when Angela came home early from work one day and caught 18-year old Andrea on her knees, sucking her twin brother's cock, she didn't freak out. She left the room and let them finish. She had experienced a few kinks over the last number of years and they weren't hurting anyone. Both of them had lots of friends and she knew from Andrea that her kids were sexually active. She had insisted they learn a lesson from her and use protection. As much as she loved her kids, she didn't want to be a grandmother herself before 40. They had a serious talk that got a bit unusual after a while. Both of her children admitted they liked older lovers, Andrea more than her brother. She wasn't surprised to find out Andy was bi-sexual, she knew that Andy had talked about it with her Aunt Annie. She was totally blown away when both of her kids confessed that they had fantasized about having sex with her. They hadn't even told each other about that. Angela loved her kids with all of her heart, a product of the love between her and Michael. Why not demonstrate that in the best way possible. "Kids, I love you both and I will make your dreams come true, starting right now," she told them. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her pencil skirt to the floor. Andy loved the view of her mom in lingerie; it was something she and Angela had in common. Andrew thought his mom in silk stockings and 5-inch heels was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Angela linked her arm through those of her children and took them into her bedroom. On clean sheets, she took her son's cock into her mouth and sucked him while her daughter licked her pussy. Whoever had taught the younger blonde had shown her some tricks. Andy was amazing and she was blowing her mom's mind. Her tongue seemed as if it were alive. Andrew's eyes kept rolling around and he felt as if he might wake up any minute in his own bed and it would all be a dream. Of course, he didn't spend a lot of time in his own bed. Several nights a week, when his mom was sleeping soundly or out with his aunt, he would sneak into Andy's room and they would fuck. Until this time with his mom, no lover had matched his sister's sexual intensity. She knew every little spot on his body to get him hot. Andrew was pretty sure it was because he and his older sister were twins and shared a link. Andy teased him and told him it was just because she was a naughty little slut. While Angela had some lovers and some fuckbuddies, she was without a steady at the moment. Sometimes she called Annie and Shane, but they were visiting family in Utah (of all places, no sex there!) Having her son's big cock at her disposal was a godsend. "Fuck mommy, baby," she said to him. "Fuck the hell out of mommy's horny pussy. Andrea, you come to the top of the bed and let mommy taste you. If you're half as good as your brother, you'll be wonderful." That's how it had started. Angela found out her kids were both fantastic lovers. Andrew was a veritable stallion and as kind and considerate a lover as his father had been. Andrea loved sex and loved to dress for it. Even when Andrew had a date, Andy and her mom often slept together. Her daughter seemed to sense when her mom needed her affections. Angela didn't feel at all guilty. She talked it over with Annie, who was astounded that her friend's sexuality had progressed that much. "The pupil becomes the teacher," she laughed. "Hell, you've outdone me. You lucky, lucky bitch, I envy you. They're both good-looking kids, I'd fuck either one of them." "You probably will, eventually," Angela teased. "I'm pretty sure Aunt Annie is on their `to do' list." Angela fretted about her date with her Michael and nearly drove herself crazy. He was to the minute on time and smiled when he saw her. "That is an incredible dress, it's like the one you wore our first date. Those shoes ..." "... are the ones from that night, yes. I've never worn them again; I've kept them in the back of my closet all of this time. I knew, deep down, that you'd be back for me. That we'd find each other again. And we did. Let's have dinner and then go somewhere and remind ourselves why that night was so special." They had a nice meal at a restaurant both of them remembered, the owners were still there. They held hands like newlyweds and Michael remembered his mom's words. He would go to the bank tomorrow. They made love in an elegant hotel on a beautiful, starlit night. Michael was astounded by the completely unrestrained way his beautiful Angela made love to him. She held nothing back. Well, he hadn't expected her to be a nun. He'd been around. Still, it seemed like all of their experience had brought them to this place in time. Like the lessons they had learned in life had enriched their sex as well. In Angela's case, Michael had no idea just how much that was true. After a number of days of waiting, Michael could wait no longer. Angela was changing back into a sexy pair of black leather pants and ankle-high black boots. She could still rock an outfit like that; he wondered where she had gotten it. Before he knew what he was doing, he was on his knees and holding out the box with the ring in it. She gasped as he spilled out his heart. Nothing had changed for him; he loved her still and needed her more. Yet for her, life had changed. He had to know everything; it wouldn't be fair if he didn't. She told him she would need time to think some things over. She called her mother and told her about his proposal. "I'm going to introduce him to the kids tomorrow afternoon and then, if he still wants me -- us -- well, we'll have a wedding to plan," she said to Adrienne, unable to keep a slight quiver out of her voice. Michael walked through the door and was surprised to see two attractive teenagers standing beside the woman he loved. There was no mistaking their relationship to Angela, the daughter was a carbon copy of her mom. She looked so like the Angela he had fallen in love with, except for her eyes. He had seen Andrea's eyes before, but where? Then, it hit him. They were his mother's eyes, his eyes. "Oh-my-GOD!" He said in shock before Andrea threw herself into his arms and hugged him. "Hello, daddy," Andrea had smiled and hugged him again while Angela explained. He wasn't angry. He was thrilled. His kids were a product of the best night of his life. He had regrets about missing so many years, but they would make up for that. "I -- have something to tell you," Angela said. Before she could lose her nerve, she told him all of it, with help from Andrea and silent support from her brother. Michael was stunned. She had changed. The only question remained, could he? He could see it in his daughter's eyes. She had told him she loved older men and had a "daddy" complex. Here he was, her real daddy in the too-solid flesh. Was he strong enough to be a part of this family and accept an Angela who was much different from the one he had known? He realized that we are all the sum of our life experiences and that their kids had probably been a source of great comfort to her over the years. Michael already loved them both unconditionally. He would accept it. He would have to, because no power on earth was moving him from Angela's side, not ever again. Of course, it didn't hurt that his gorgeous new daughter was sporting a little black leather mini and stiletto heels similar to the one her mom had worn. Michael wondered if his fiancé and daughter shared clothes. He reached out and took Andrea's hand. "I love all of you and I'm part of this family," he said, looking at his daughter, his wife-to-be and his son. "You had all better get used to having me around because your daddy isn't going anywhere." Andy was almost giddy with happiness. Still holding her father's hand, she looked at her mom for approval. "Mommy, why don't you fix us some lunch or maybe have a swim?" She winked. "I want to welcome Daddy into the family -- my way," she grinned evilly. She had just bought a frilly new black teddy for a special occasion. She had thought she might wear it for her shared birthday with Andrew, but this occasion was much, much more special. She could feel her father's eyes watching her gently swaying hips as she led him into her bedroom. Andy didn't close the door, why bother? Michael would get used to the open-door policy around here soon enough. Daddy was finally home to stay.