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Creating Family

By: Scorpio44a



{If you like tales of Polyamory, extended-expanded families, with lots of loving behaviors and possibilities... read on. If incest (between consenting adults), lesbian behavior, threesomes and babies turn you off, don't read this tale. Your feedback/comments are not only welcome they are requested. Please use them to help me become a better writer. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, and I'll pay attention to your input. Thanks]

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When we met the Jones' we had both just bought homes in a new sub-division. Their house was floor plan "B" and ours was floor plan "C". It was our first house and theirs as well. We started families and raised our children almost like we were four parents of four children. We had Mark and Melissa. They had Ken and Kathleen. When Mark and Ken were eighteen Melissa and Kathleen were sixteen. 

Bob Jones and I were very different looking men. He had been an athlete in school and continued to stay very fit. He swam, rode his bicycle every weekend the weather allowed and had been known to run a 10K race once in a while. He was six foot and weighed one-ninety. On the other hand, I had been the last player picked since the second grade. In basketball, I never made a basket during a game. In football, I got knocked on my ass almost every time the ball was snapped. I could swim, across the pool and with a rest I could swim back. Bob was three inches taller than me. My hair thinned and then left on vacation to Mexico or somewhere, never to return. Bob's wavy, dark hair was as thick and nice on the last day of his life as it was the day we met. Looking at us one would wonder why we were friends.

Our wives were just as different. Bob's wife, Marion, struck me as defined by a single word the day we met. Willowy. Tall, slender without being bony or skinny, she carried herself as if she had been trained to walk like she was fluid. Her long legs entranced me way back then and still do, these many years later. When we met she was blond. When the kids came along she changed to her natural brown hair and never went back to blond. My wife, Kim, was four or five inches shorter than Marion, and her legs were not the feature most people noticed first about her. Men noticed her chest first. She had been blessed with firm, large breasts that pointed forward when we met in college and still have not fallen victim to gravity the way many big breasted women do. My sister's breasts now aim at the floor when she gets undressed, but Kim's still aim right ahead. Kim has very curly thick hair and for as long as I've known her it has been short. Looks aside, the two women are sisters. They think alike, speak alike, like the same things and parent all the kids like they both are Mom.

We sat next to each other at high school graduation. Once for the boys and once for the girls two years later. The boys both went away to Northwestern for college, majored in the same thing, Engineering, shared a dorm room and then an apartment. The girls went to Arizona State and like their brothers shared a dorm room, then an apartment and a car.

The summer before the girls would be seniors they came home. I got them jobs and they had a great summer. We took three great long weekend trips and enjoyed being together as a family. In the back of our minds we all believed this was the last summer where we would be doing summer together. After graduation the girls would be beginning their lives as adults and summer wouldn't be the same again.

The weekend before Labor Day we went to a lake we had been to many times. Two hours from home it was ideal for a weekend away. Marion rented a cabin for all of us that we had stayed in before. I reserved a boat for us for all day Saturday. The six of us piled into Bob's van Friday afternoon and before dinner we were in the cabin.

Bob and Kathleen and went for a walk. Melissa and I walked out onto the dock by our cabin and sat. It was our quiet time together. Melissa talked about her hopes, plans and a little about her "friendship" with Kathleen. Friendship was her word. In my mind they were a couple. I was pretty sure they had been having sex with each other since ninth grade. My attitude about it was simple: If they are happy, I'm for it. We didn't have that conversation. 

We heard Kim's voice calling us and knew it was dinner time. During dinner, Bob mentioned he wanted to go to bed early as he was feeling tired. All of us were worried. Bob never complained of being tired. We cleaned up after dinner and sat in the big living room and talked. Bob stayed with us until almost ten. He closed his eyes and Melissa noticed.

"I think someone is ready for bed." Melissa said.

Bob's eyes opened, "No, I was just basking in how wonderful it is to be here feeling all this love. I feel so content, so satisfied. Thank you all."

Marion helped her husband to his feet and said, "When he talks like that I want to just wrap him in my arms and hold on. Please excuse us. We'll see you in the morning."

Kim, Kathleen and Melissa kissed Bob and Marion good-night and they went to their bedroom. We made sure everything was closed up, cleaned up and then we went to our bedrooms too. Kathleen and Melissa had shared bedrooms, apartments and tents all their lives. Sharing a bedroom at the cabin was nothing new.

I held Kim in my arms and we whispered the things a husband and wife whisper to each other when life is very, very good. We fell asleep that way.

I was suddenly awake! It wasn't a noise that woke me. I had no idea what woke me but it wasn't a noise. A noise would have been heard by Kim and pPaulably the girls, not me. I sleep like someone flipped the power switch off. But, I was wide awake and I was scared. Something was wrong! My heart was pounding.

I looked at the digital clock beside the bed: 03:38am. I could hear breathing. Kim was beside me, softly breathing. I could just make out other breath sounds from outside our bedroom.

When I decided to get up, pull on some clothes and go see what was up, I was to the stage of pulling my pajama bottoms on when I heard a muffled scream. It was Marion! I pulled the pajama bottoms up and ran to their bedroom. I knocked and said, "Is everything OK?"

All I heard was sobbing. I opened the door and Marion was holding Bob in her arms, sobbing. I knew he was dead. My whole body went cold and I wasn't sure what to do. I hesitated for a few moments, closed the door and went to them.

Marion looked up at me and whispered, "The last thing he said was that he loved all of us." Her hand grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed beside them. I hugged them both. Bob was still warm.

How long we sat like that I'll never know for sure. When my thinking cleared enough I realized there were things that needed to be done. Marion and Bob were both nude. I found the big t-shirt Marion wore as a nightshirt on the floor. I held Bob while she put it on. She took him back in her arms and rocked him.

As quietly as I could I went back to our bedroom and woke Kim.

"Sweetheart, Marion needs you. Bob died. Go be with her." She was out of the bed and into a Paule faster than Clarke Kent became Superman. She went to Marion and they held Bob while I went to the girls.

I opened the bedroom door and they both woke and sat up in bed. They were nude and I noticed a hickey on Melissa's breast. They looked at me and Kathleen said, "Daddy's dead!" It wasn't a question. I nodded. They jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom where the rest of the family was already gathered. I gave the ladies some time with Bob. When the kitchen clock read 5:15 I called the police. I asked them to please come without sirens. No crime had happened. My best friend had died in his sleep. 

When I hung up I went to the bedroom and said, "I called the police. They will be here soon. It might be a good idea if some of us got dressed, at least in Paules."

Both girls realized they were totally nude and that I had seen them. They flew to their bedroom. Kim went to dress and I held Bob while Marion pulled on her Paule. She continued to cry and to talk to Bob. When she was covered I went and dressed. 

I opened the door for the police. Two uniformed officers and two people from the coroner's office. Fifteen minutes later Bob's remains had been taken and the police were gone.

My mind went from shock and pain into get-the-job-done mode. I handled everything, including getting all of us back home. All the arrangements for burial, services, insurance, his business partners, family and friends notification got handled. Kim, Melissa and Kathleen held Marion and comforted each other. Each felt the loss as a personal loss not of a friend but as a husband, a daddy. We had been that close. I felt it as if my brother had died. 

Late in the afternoon Kathleen came into my office and sat in my lap. She hadn't sat in my lap in years. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me.

"I've been so lucky all my life. I've had two Dads to love me, protect me and be there for me. Thank you for being my Dad too." I was overwhelmed. I never knew how she looked at me. She snuggled in and cried herself to sleep. The phone rang and I took care of each call, holding my daughter and Bob's in my arms.

An hour or so later Melissa came looking for her and she looked at me and said, "You know I love her." Again, it wasn't a question. I nodded.

"Are we Ok?"

"I love you both. I shouldn't be surprised that you love each other."

Kathleen's voice came from her curled up body in my lap. "It's all your fault, you and Daddy. How could any man measure up to the two of you?"

"Thanks. I'll take the blame, as long as you're happy. Can we be practical for a little while?" They both nodded.

"All of us need to eat. I still have calls to make. How about you two make food and get your Moms to eat and bring me something too?"

"Yes, Sir." Melissa said, grabbing Kathleen's hand and pulling her off my lap. I watched them go. The phone rang. I was back into get-the-job-done mode.

Melissa brought me a sandwich and iced tea. She said she had gotten both Moms to eat. I ate, then went in to talk with the Moms.

Marion was in shock and holding on to Kim for dear life. Kim was just as distraught, just as devastated. I sat in a chair by them and held a hand of each of them.

"Nick, I feel like I've lost a part of you." Kim said. "You and Bob have been our husbands for twenty years. Together. Please don't feel hurt that I'm hurting so badly right now."

"I'm hurt and bleeding too. I never had a brother growing up, but for twenty years I've had a brother."

Marion looked at me and said, "Bob loved you like that too. He told me last night how lucky we were to be family." She paused and none of us spoke.

She spoke again, "What happens to us now? Can the girls go back to college? Will I lose the house? Do we have enough insurance?"

"The girls go back to college. You have enough insurance. I've already talked to your insurance guy. You don't need to lose the house. Is there anyone you want me to call?"

She named five people. I had already called all five. Kim named five more. I had called four of them. The phone rang. I left them on the couch and went to answer it.

After the call I gave the girls the job of making sure all of us ate, took bathroom breaks and had plenty of tissues. I hadn't cried very much. I was too focused, too busy. At about six that evening the phone stopped ringing, the doorbell stopped interrupting and I sat in my chair. Not the one by my desk, the lounger by the TV.

Melissa crawled into my lap and snuggled in. She wore no make up. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked at my face and a tear slid out of her eye and slid down her cheek. She leaned to me and kissed me gently on the lips. Two seconds later she pulled back a quarter of an inch and a dam burst inside me. Tears burst from me, sobs, I fell completely apart. I wrapped my arms around my daughter and let go. My best friend was gone! My buddy, my brother. 

Sometime while I was wallowing in sorrow, Kim joined Melissa in my lap. They comforted me, held me and helped me hurt. Melissa left and Kathleen took her place. I dozed, curled in the chair with two women I loved as a husband and a Dad. When I woke up Kim was gone from my lap and Marion was curled in holding me and being held. A blanket covered us.

The next two or three days were mostly a blur. The funeral happened. We got there on time and dressed appropriately. Marion stayed with us, sharing the bed with Kim while Melissa and Kathleen stayed in Melissa's room. I remember waking up on the living room couch.

I remember hearing the noises of sex coming from Melissa's room and smiling, for a moment.

School had started and the girls were still home. Wednesday morning that realization hit me. I knocked on Melissa's bedroom door. She said, "Come in."

I opened the door. They were still in bed. I pulled a chair over by the bed and sat down. "School started yesterday. We can stay here cooped up and let our lives go down the toilet or the two of you can get up, get packed and go back to school. I don't want you to go down the toilet. I want you to come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. While you pack I'll take your car and get it washed, gassed and the oil changed. Be ready to load up and go when I get back."

They both jumped me and kissed me before I could escape. Ok, I didn't try very hard to get away.

When I got back all four women were dressed. I popped the trunk of their car and the girls loaded their things, kissed us all and left. When Melissa kissed me Good-Bye she said, "I love you Dad. I'm so happy you're my Dad."

Then Kathleen wrapped her arms around me and kissed me soundly on the lips. She pulled back a little and said, "Melissa and I are very lucky. We've had two wonderful Dads all our lives. I've called you Mr. Peterson since I learned to talk. I want permission to call you what is in my heart, Daddy."

Tears ran down our cheeks and I nodded. There was no way I could speak. She kissed me again and suddenly she was in the car and she and Melissa were yelling, "Bye, Mom! Bye Mom! Bye Daddy!"

The car backed out of the driveway and they were gone. I put an arm around both women and we walked back inside our house.

"Nick, sit in your chair please." Kim said.

I sat. They sat with me. I knew I was being ganged up on and that even if I wanted to resist, it was futile. I also knew that if you're going to be ganged up on, this was how you wanted it to happen.

"We knew the girls were going to do that." Kim said. "They asked us before they did it."

"They both worried I would think they were disrespecting Bob. He thought of you as his brother. In the Bible it says that when a brother dies the remaining brother inherits the wife and children of the brother that died. Calling you Dad is only part of being Bob's brother." Marion said. I saw a possible direction for this conversation and wondered if these two women had considered what they were saying.

Kim spoke, "We have been a family for twenty years, in almost every way. We have raised four children together. We have gone to little league games, dance recitals, plays and parent-teacher conferences together. Both you and Bob said a thousand times that you were brothers born to other mothers. The only thing missing was the physical intimacy."

"We've talked it over. You've been taking care of the family since Bob left his post unexpectedly, just as a husband, a brother, would do. Here's our plan: Marion will sell their house. We will add a bathroom and bedroom to this house and Marion will live with us. We are a family. You are the husband, we are the wives." Kim took a breath.

"That's it? Just like that I'm married to both of you?"

"Yes." Marion said, "And I expect to finally find out if you eat pussy as good as Kim has been bragging for twenty years!"

"Kim brags about that?" I didn't have any idea they ever spoke about our sex lives.

"Yes. Now, if it's Ok with you I have a realtor to call and some things to move from my old house over here."

"We can move you into Melissa's room, for now. They won't be back until Thanksgiving." I said.

"I'll move into her room, while we build. Perhaps you can call a contractor and see if we can get an addition built before Thanksgiving. Oh, by the way, husband, I love you."

"I love you, too." Kim said.

"I realize I have loved both of you for twenty years." I walked away in a daze. 

I called two people I knew who had additions added to their homes and I took their recommendations. At seven that evening we met with the first contractor. At ten the next morning we met with number two and at noon number three. We met, not me. We. Marion, Kim and me.

We settled on number three. I had spoken to a lawyer earlier in the day and had a performance contract ready for him. If the addition passed inspection by the city, passed our inspection as ready-to-move-in on the Monday before Thanksgiving, he would get a fifteen thousand dollar bonus. We signed the contract on Thursday. He and three guys were on site at seven the next morning.

I worked every day and his crew were there when I left for work and there when I got home. Marion was embarrassed in the market about two weeks after the girls had gone back to school. She was in the market buying groceries and laughed at something. One of the women in the market said, "It's awfully soon for a widow to be laughing."

Marion left the market and came home in tears. I reminded her that Bob wouldn't want her suffering. He'd want her living, laughing, loving and remembering all the good times we all had.

She went back to the market the next day and the same woman was there. She approached her and said, "Yesterday when I laughed you said something about it being too soon for a widow to laugh. My husband didn't want me to spend my life suffering his loss. He asked me to live, love and laugh. I'm simply following his last request. If your husband wanted you to suffer and you are, then you are doing what he wanted. Please don't judge me by what you choose."

She paid for her groceries and left the store whistling.

I didn't know what life would be like with both of them under the same roof, every day. It was wonderful! They shared everything. The chores went faster. They laughed more. I also didn't know what life would be like with two willing sex partners under the same roof every night! I found out.

One evening, a couple days after construction started, I was watching Monday Night Football and Kim came to me and asked how they decide who gets the ball first. I told her about the coin toss.

She produced a half dollar and handed it to me. She said, "Flip it. If it lands heads you sleep with me tonight. Tails you sleep with Marion." 

At that moment Marion walked in. "Tails he sleeps with me? What's going on?"

Kim explained. Marion looked at me and said, "So, flip!"

I said, "Does one of you feel neglected? I don't want to start keeping track of how many nights I spend with each of you and I don't want you to do that either. Let's just agree to communicate. If you feel like you want some snuggling, say so. You want to be nibbled on, say so. If you want to wake up with me and have sex in the morning, tell me. I'm the easiest man alive. I love both of you. Whatever pleases you will float my boat, light my candle, get me excited. Hell, I'd love it if I woke up with both of you."

Kim took back the half dollar., "I told you! We can share him in bed!"

They headed for the kitchen and I called out, "So, where am I sleeping tonight?"

Marion smiled and started unbuttoning her blouse, "Between us!" 

I have no idea who won the Monday Night Football game on TV. I say I won the one at our house. 

We undressed Marion and feasted on her yummy parts. Their conversation while we played was so hot I worried I might cum before I got inside either one of them.


Creating Family



Marion said, "Can I suck on you, Kim? I've always wondered what your tits would feel like in my mouth." Kim nodded and I watched.

"Oh Kim! I can feel that all the way inside my pussy! Suck harder, Honey!"

I kissed, touched and sucked on both of them. When we got onto the bed we somehow had Marion on her back in the middle of the bed. Kim focused on her mouth, tits and nipples. I focused on eating Marion's pussy. The morning Bob died was the first time I ever saw Marion naked. Her dark bush was like the hair on her head, thick and full. Between that morning and our first threesome she had shaved every hair. I briefly wondered if she had help getting so smooth.

Her lips were full and long. When I sucked on one she moaned. Kim looked up from the breast in her mouth and smiled. I sucked on the other lip and she moaned again.

My hands gently held her lips apart and I licked from her vaginal opening up to her clit, circled it and licked down to the opening again. Her hands grasped my hair and she arched a little.

"Oh God! I feel it! I'm there!"

I backed off, concentrating on her lips, her opening and leaving the clit alone. She lowered her back flat on the bed. Kim moved to her other breast with her hand and kissed Marion's mouth. Marion let go of my head and held Kim's head as they kissed.

When she moaned into Kim's kiss I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She arched again and grabbed my hair! She pulled my face into her pussy as if trying to get my head inside her. The harder she pulled the harder I sucked.

Her body stiffened and then started shaking all over. I put a thumb against her anus and when she screamed she was cumming I pushed it inside. She screamed loudly, suddenly quieting when Kim covered her mouth with her own. I released her clit and pulled my thumb out of her.

She collapsed and I climbed up on her finding her pussy waiting for me. I aimed and slid inside her. Kim watched and said, "Fuck my sister! Fuck her good! Show her we both love her!"

She sat up and kissed me while I pistoned in and out of Marion. Marion's long legs wrapped around me, urging me deeper. Kim moved again as we kissed and I realized she was straddling Marion's face.

The image and the reality were so erotic I lost all control. I bellowed into Kim's mouth and shot what felt like gallons of cum into Marion. Kim shook and said, "Yes! Oh, Yes! Suck right there!"

She held on to me as she flooded Marion with her cum. Marion drank as much as she could and licked Kim until Kim begged for mercy. We snuggled together for a good while before stripping the bed of wet sheets and starting a load of laundry. 

By ten we were back in bed together and slept the night that way. The alarm was set for 6:45am so we would be up and dressed before the construction crew arrived. The ladies had started making coffee for the crew two days into the project and the crew loved it. Marion made good strong Navy coffee, just like her Dad had taught her when she was young.

The building inspector came by the Friday before Thanksgiving and signed off on the addition. Marion, Kim and I signed off that afternoon and paid the final payment and the bonus. The contractor split the bonus with his men. The new bedroom set was delivered at four that afternoon. It was a gift from Kim and me.

The girls arrived Wednesday at about noon. They checked out the new addition and moved their things into their room. Since the old house had been sold the room that had been Melissa's in our home was now their shared bedroom, officially.

We went out for dinner that evening and during dinner Kathleen looked across the table at me and said, "Daddy, Thank you for taking such good care of all of us."

"You're welcome. I love all of you, so it just feels like the right thing to do."

"We worried about how you might feel about us being lovers. We worried about how Mom would be after Daddy Bob died. None of what we worried about happened."

"Disappointed?" I asked.

"No! Happy. Mom seems happy. You all seem happy."

Marion said, "I am happy. I miss Bob, and I know he'd be happy to see how well we're all doing. He knew about the two of you and he was fine with it. It might make being grandparents a little tough but maybe the boys will do something about that."

"What are they doing for Thanksgiving?" Kathleen asked.

"They said they had to work. Some special project or something." I said.

"Oh, I remember Mark telling me something about it." Melissa said. I saw her wink at Kathleen. Something was up.

Marion, Kim and I slept in Marion's room that night. The girls were upstairs. We made an effort to be quiet. I don't think we were very successful. I know they weren't successful. I heard Melissa scream "Eat me!" twice.

Kim set our alarm for six so she could get in the kitchen and start cooking. When the alarm sounded I was already awake. I'd been hearing noises in the house for half an hour. I thought the girls were preparing a breakfast for us, so I stayed quiet and warm, snuggled with my wives. I thought of them both as wives now.

The instant the alarm sounded I heard a deeper voice giggle and a flurry of activity outside our bedroom. The boys were home!

Neither Kim or Marion heard the boys. They got up and put on t-shirts and reached for robes. I said, "Just for me, would you both wear pajamas under your robes this morning? Please?"

Not only did they change into pajamas but I got good kisses in the process. When they were ready they opened the door and both boys were standing there in the hallway. Each held a cup of coffee in his hand for his Mom and each wore a wide grin.

There were shrieks of joy and kisses for their sons. The sounds of a hundred water buffalo coming down the stairs and their quick retreat when they realized their brothers were home... and they were naked! Both boys laughed at their sisters and within minutes the breakfast they had made was being served. 

All the kids went into their roles helping prepare the feast for later that day. Chopping veggies, smashing potatoes and sweet potatoes, setting the table, washing dishes, utensils and the counters as they cooked. I was banished from the kitchen, just as Bob and I had been banished for twenty years. I turned on the TV for some football and by the third play I was ready to cry. Bob wasn't sitting there watching with me. The first games we had missed on Thanksgiving in twenty years.

Near the end of the first quarter Kim came in and gave me a glass of iced tea. She put it on the side table and crawled into my lap. After the first kiss she said, "You're feeling an empty space, aren't you?"

"Bob's space."

"Both boys want to come in and join you, but they don't want to intrude. They never came in until half-time before."

I dried my face and took a sip of iced tea. We kissed again and Kim got up. I got up too. We went into the kitchen. The boys looked up at me and I said, "I'm feeling lonely out there. Maybe some of you kids would join me for the rest of the game? Unless your Moms need your help, that is."

"I'd love to watch some football." Mark said.

Ken and Kathleen answered in unison, "Me too!"

Melissa said, "I'll be there by half-time. I have a special project to finish first."

We trooped into the family room and when I sat down Kathleen followed me into the chair. She had picked up a dinner roll on her way out of the kitchen and she broke off pieces and fed them to me as we watched the game.

I remembered seeing her do that to Bob almost every Thanksgiving and Christmas. I clouded up and it was hard to breathe. I didn't want to look her in the eyes. I wanted to be the macho Dad and just accept her gift, her love and her care.

As the second piece of warm roll went into my mouth I locked eyes with her. Our eyes were already full and as we locked eyes they spilled over. She leaned to my face and kissed the tears. Then her mouth got very close to my ear and she said, "I love you, Daddy. I love Daddy Bob too and it helps to have you here to take care of my heart." She tucked her head into the nape of my neck and relaxed for a minute.

Something happened in the game and the boys reacted noisily. Kathleen gave me the last bite of the roll. My emotions were responding to her affection with wanting to hold her forever, wanting to protect her, wishing Bob would walk through the door and join us, and my head wondered what the boys were thinking.

Half-time arrived. The boys went to the kitchen to see what they could steal. Melissa came to the family room with another roll and said, "Ok, Honey, It's my turn."

She kissed Kathleen and Kathleen got out of my lap. Melissa took the spot before it cooled at all. She tore off a piece of roll and put it in my mouth. The roll Kathleen had fed me was warm and soft. Melissa's roll was all that and buttered. Kathleen went to the kitchen, leaving Melissa and I alone.

"Daddy, is it really Ok that I love Kathleen?"

"Yes, I guess it is. I have some concerns, but they're minor... at least I hope they are minor. There are people who don't like lesbians. They think it's a sin. I don't think that. I think God wants us to love and doesn't put restrictions on how, who or when. If loving Kathleen makes your lives work, brings you joy and her joy then I'm for it."

She kissed me and said, "Thanks."

Kim came to the dining table and counted. She said, loudly, "Someone can't count. There are seven of us and someone set the table for nine!"

Ken said, "I'm guilty! I did it. I'll fix it." As he came out of the kitchen grinning. Mark was right with him, grinning just as wide. Mark was holding Marion's hand and Ken got Kim's hand and they brought both women to where I was sitting. Kathleen followed.

"Dad, Moms, we have a surprise for you." Before he could say anything else the doorbell rang. Kathleen ran to the door and opened it. She saw two beautiful women standing on the porch. One carried flowers and the other carried wine. Kathleen opened the door wider and said, "Come in. I think my brothers are expected you."

They stepped inside and Ken said, "We'd like you to meet Janet and Alissa. We intend to marry them right after their graduation."

A celebration began immediately. There were hugs, introductions, stories and then Thanksgiving dinner. We discovered Alissa was marrying Ken and Mark was marrying Janet. We also discovered the four had been living together since June.

Later that evening my mind started thinking about sleeping arrangements. Kathleen and Melissa had their room. Marion could stay with Kim and I, leaving her bed available for either boy and his mate but that left one couple without a bedroom.

"Dad, look out in the driveway." Mark said. I looked. Parked behind my Honda was a motor home. The pPaullem was solved. I smiled as I turned around and Mark said, "You taught us to think ahead. The four of us will stay in Alissa's Dad's motor home tonight."

"I'd like a tour, if that's Ok." I said. We all took the tour. It looked cozy and like staying there could be a lot of fun.

We went back inside the house and sat in the family room. At dinner Alissa sat next to Ken and Janet sat next to Mark. I had assumed that meant that was who they were marrying. When we sat in the family room Alissa sat next to Mark. Mark spoke.

"We've worried about this for a while. We have another surprise for you. In June we've decided that I'll marry Alissa and Ken will marry Janet. However, I love Janet as much as I love Alissa."

"And, I love Alissa as much as I love Janet." Ken said.

Alissa spoke up. "We were raised a lot like your kids. We aren't sisters biologically but our families always acted like we were sisters born of different mothers. We have shared everything all our lives. When we met Mark and Ken we knew we had met a match!"

"You'll continue to live together?" Marion asked.

"We found a duplex to buy. We'll put a door between the sides so it will look like two homes but it will be one." Ken answered.

Melissa asked, "Children?"

"We will raise them just as we were raised. Two Moms, two Dads."

"Do your parents know all this?"

"We plan to drive there tomorrow and tell them. Our idea is that some weekend between now and Christmas we should get everyone together. We found a great place for the gathering, about half way between where you live and where they live."

Marion got a calendar and picked two weekends that worked for us and for the girls. We agreed to share breakfast together in the morning and then they would go to see their other family. As they went out to the motor home I got kissed by both girls and hugged by both sons.

As I snuggled between Marion and Kim a little later Kim said, "The kids will never be sure who their Dad is." 

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, not really." Marion answered. "We were close enough that when Bob died you were already in my heart. I already loved you. The kids already were brothers and sisters and you were already Dad. Growing up in the same house with four parents wouldn't be bad."

"It could certainly make the job of being Mom easier. Imagine being able to share some of the late night duties with a sick child." Kim said.

"Imagine being able to trade nights. You feed babies on Monday night while I sleep and I'll take Tuesday."

"I think I went six months without a single night's sleep! Maybe I got two hours a night!"

"Maybe the kids have the right idea." Marion added, sounding wistful.

We were quiet for a while and I fell asleep. When I woke up it was light. Marion had my morning hard-on in her mouth and as soon as I was awake she swung a leg over me and lowered her puss to my mouth. Kim was in the bathroom. As I took my first lick I heard the water turn on in the shower.

The way the bedroom is arranged the bed sits against the opposite wall from the door. When someone is asleep in bed and the door is opened they look across the bed from the foot to the headboard. On this morning they would have seen my legs and Marion's head covering my genitals, her body covering mine and my arms around her hips. I tried to picture what it looked like as I hoped no one would ever see us that way. 

Marion's puss distracted my thinking and her mouth focused much of my attention. We both felt our approaching orgasms. Her hips began an automatic motion. My nuts pulled up tight and my cock swelled in her mouth.

I wanted her to cum first so I sucked on her little clit and she shoved her pussy against my face as she moaned. I felt my shot rise and head for her mouth and heard a voice say, "Mom!" as the bedroom door opened.

Marion looked up to see who called and my spunk shot all over her face! Melissa and Kathleen were standing in the doorway. I have no idea what the looks on their faces were because all I could see was the pussy and ass in my face, but Marion said it was priceless. They stood frozen while I spewed a second and a third shot onto Marion's face. She said, "Come back in five minutes!" Dropped her mouth over my cock and we heard the door close. 

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What would Marion do? What would the girls do? They had watched us in a sixty-nine and saw me cum all over Marion's face. 

She climbed off me and I saw the white gobs of cum in her hair and on her face. She was blushing and smiling. "I think they know we have sex!" She said.

"You think?" We laughed and went into the bathroom. Kim knew nothing about what had happened. When we joined her in the shower she licked some cum off Marion's face and then kissed me.

"Why were you both laughing?"

"Just as Nick came the girls opened the bedroom door and watched him cum all over my face and hair!"

"Oh my God! What did you do?"

"I told them to come back later and I swallowed his cock again. They left."

"They saw you sucking his cock?"

I said, "They saw us in a sixty-nine."

"Oh my! Breakfast is going to be interesting. Do you think they told the boys?" Kim asked.

"I hope not! That would mean Janet and Alissa would know too!"

We finished our shower and dried each other. We dressed quickly and made the bed. I opened the windows to get the room to air out. Marion opened the door and we went to the kitchen.

All six children, adult children, were in the kitchen making breakfast. Ken was standing at the stove scrambling eggs and looked up at us and blushed. They all knew!

Melissa said, "Sleep well?"

Before anyone could answer, Kathleen added, "Or at all?" And we all broke into laughter. When the food was being hauled out to the table Ken and I were alone for a second and he said, "Way to go, Dad!"

By ten that morning the boys and their soon-to-be-wives were on the road to their other family. I went to the garage to do something, anything, and pretty soon all four women came out to the garage.

"Hiding out here won't work." Melissa said.

"Who said I was hiding out?" I asked my question attempting to sound innocent.

"I did." Kim said.

"And I agreed." Marion added.

"Ok. I don't know what to say or what to do. I'm embarrassed by what happened this morning and ... let's just leave it at that."

Melissa took my hand and said, "Please, come back inside where it's warmer and more comfortable than the garage."

"I'm not sure location is going to get me comfortable, but Ok, let's go." 

She and I led the procession and at my chair I was pushed gently. I sat. Marion handed me a glass of iced tea. All the women gathered chairs and sat close to me. I was surrounded. No escape was possible. I took a drink and Marion took the glass from me when I was done.

Kim spoke for the group. "The girls came to us this morning, right after the boys left. We want you to think about this and not give us an answer now. Maybe sometime in January we can talk again. Ok?"

"I can't agree to anything until I know what we're talking about." This was big. Whatever it was had them gathered and focused. Whatever it was it involved me and needed my approval.

Marion took over. "We all know you love all of us. Kim and I are very happy sharing life and love with you."

Melissa interrupted, "Dad, Kathleen and I love each other! The three of you accepted us so easily, so completely that we want to take the next step with our lives."

"Getting married?" I asked.

"Maybe a ceremony of some kind, but not a marriage. We want to be legal partners but not married." Melissa said.

Kathleen got up from her chair and sat in my lap. She said, "In this family there is one man and four women. Two of those women have had babies. Melissa is too closely related for you to father a baby with her. We would like you to consider making a baby with me." She kissed me before I could say anything. While my lips were engaged my mind was going at warp speed. 

Inside my head I was yelling: "It's incest! She's young enough to be my daughter! She calls me Daddy! It's against the law! It's a sin!" Then my mind stopped and my lips felt hers. She had thought about this. She had talked it over with her Mother, my wife, my daughter and now she was asking me to give her a baby.

I ended the kiss and looked around the room. Kim's eyes were full. She wasn't blinking or moving, just returning my look. Marion was holding Kim's hand and looking at me just as intently.

Melissa was wiggling in her chair. I lifted an arm towards her and in a second she was curled in my lap with Kathleen.

"Melissa, tell me what you're thinking."

"Daddy, I want this. Kathleen and I have loved you all our lives. We will be good Moms to our baby."

I looked over at Kim and asked, "Kim, what about you?"

"I can't think of any man alive I'd rather have start a baby in Kathleen. If things had been different and Bob was here instead of you, I'd be telling him the same thing. You two are the best men we've ever known. The child will be loved, cared for and protected like no other child we know. Two Moms, a Daddy and two grandmas right here."




Creating Family



"Will I be Daddy or Grandpa?"

"Can you be both?" Marion asked. "The boys and their wives may have trouble with you being Dad. The world would have trouble with you being Dad. All we ask is that you consider it. Talk with us about it. I'm sure that five smart people can figure this out." 

"Ok. I'll think about it. Let's make an agreement that this discussion and topic does not get spoken or written about with anyone except the five of us. Ok?"

"Agreed!" All four women said in what approximated unison. Melissa kissed me and then Kathleen, got out of my lap and headed for the kitchen. Marion gave me back the iced tea. Kathleen stayed in my lap while Kim kissed me and left us alone.

"I think that went well, don't you?" She asked.

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck. For over twenty years the only woman I touched sexually was Kim. Shortly after your Dad died Kim and Marion ganged up on me and put Marion in my bed."

"From what I saw, you weren't resisting."

"Not at all. Marion is beautiful, we've shared our lives with her and Bob, and I've loved her for twenty years too, but with restrictions. Bob didn't touch Kim and I didn't touch Marion. I have barely gotten used to having both of them living with me as wives and then... POW! You spring this on me."

"Relax. Take a few weeks to think about it. We all know this is a big step. For all of us. Melissa and I have talked about having babies with you and Daddy Bob for a couple years, so this isn't something we just thought of."

"For a couple years? There are thousands of guys in the world who would be happy to bed either of you. Marry either of you. This is a new thought for me. Another new thought." I wrapped my arms around her and relaxed my body. She put her head against my chest and we both sat quietly for quite a while. Kim, Marion and Melissa left us alone for at least an hour.

We were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Kathleen jumped up and answered the door. A guy was standing on the porch holding a huge pizza box from my favorite pizza place. I paid him, brought the pizza inside and Kathleen asked, "When did you order this?"

"I didn't. Someone did. It wasn't you and it wasn't me. That leaves three possible people." Marion, Kim and Melissa walked in carrying plates, napkins and utensils. I didn't ask who did it. They were all guilty.

While we ate we talked about lots of things, none of them about babies. The subject wasn't mentioned for over a week. The girls went back to school.

My attention turned to work and Christmas. I went shopping for things on the internet. I stopped going to stores to shop for Kim and Marion when I went into Victoria's Secret and asked for sexy bra and panty sets in two different sizes. The young woman helping me kept looking at me like she wanted to ask why I was buying for two different women. The computer never looked at me that way.

A week before Christmas the three of us were having dinner and Kim said, "Are you willing to share with us what you're thinking about Kathleen becoming a Mom?"

I nodded. "Not a day goes by that I don't consider the implications. For this discussion, let me ask you both some questions. Ken and Mark will ask, "Who's the father?" What is the answer?"

"Obviously, an anonymous donor."

"Did he do it or did you use a turkey baster?" I asked.

"That's just as personal as asking you which of you had sex with Alissa first. None of your business!"

"Ok. You've thought about the obvious questions. Marion your son will ask what you think about your lesbian daughter being pregnant and intending to raise a kid without being married."

"Bob told me many times that he believed that love was more important than rules. If people love each other, care for each other, support each other, nurture each other why should it matter how many of them live together, or what genitals they have? Kathleen and Melissa do all that. Bob would approve. I approve. Kim approves and so does Nick."

"So, when the girls roll in on the weekend what do I do?"

Both faces brightened and they leaned toward me. "You're in?" Marion asked.

I nodded. Both kissed me. For an hour they came up with ideas on how I could tell the girls what I had decided.

I considered their suggestions and didn't use them. The girls came home and we went out for dinner the first night at a great Chinese restaurant we had been going to for most of twenty years. We shared food from our plates, fed each other and the evening was wonderful. Back at home the girls went up to their bedroom and Marion plopped into my chair with me as soon as they were upstairs.

"So, when are you going to tell them?"

"I haven't decided. I was thinking, if we get Kathleen pregnant while they're home for Christmas the baby will be born in late September or early October. The last part of the pregnancy will be the hottest part of summer."

"Do you think maybe Kathleen has thought about that?" Marion asked.

"I'll be sure to ask her." I said.

"Before or after you make your first deposit?" Kim asked.

"Oh damn! I hadn't thought about that! I may have to make multiple deposits to get this started."

"He says that like he finds the prospect distasteful." Kim said.

"At first I wasn't sure I could even do it. She's my daughter. But, it's all about love and commitment. I'm committed to their lives working. And... to be blunt, the thought of bedding such a beautiful young woman turns me on."

"That's more honest!" Marion said. "You and Bob have been eyeing those two since the seventh grade when they started growing tits!"

"Guilty! We even talked about how hard it was to be good Dads when we got erections so often because of them. We also talked about how hard it was to keep our hands off both of you."

"Bob wanted his hands on me?" Kim asked.

"And I wanted mine on Marion for just about twenty years."

"I never knew." Kim said softly. Marion nodded in agreement.

"Nick, we have a confession to make. Remember when I brought Marion to you?"

"Of course."

"We were pretty sure you thought it was our first sexual experience together. It was our first threesome. Honey, we've been lovers for many years."

"I never even suspected. I guess that makes me pretty dim, doesn't it?"

"No. It doesn't. It means we were very careful, very discreet."

"You and Bob didn't know about us or about the sex education we provided the girls. They learned a lot about sex from us." Marion said.

"About pleasing a man. Avoiding pregnancy and STD's." Kim added.

"And about getting satisfaction without the risks." Marion winked as she said it.

"You taught them about lesbian sex?"

"No demonstrations. We discussed it and then gave them plenty of room to experiment. They did it with boys a few times and enjoyed it but never felt taken care of."

"The pPaullem was they bedded boys. As soon as they were hard they were in a hurry. They asked us about you and Bob and we told them the truth." Kim said.

"I caught both of them peeking at Bob and I a couple times as we played."

"I caught Melissa more than a few times. She would climb out on the roof and peek in our bedroom window. She would masturbate as she watched. A few times I heard her moan."

"You never told me!"

"What would you have done? You would have stopped showing them what good sex is like. Bob would have stopped too. So, we didn't tell you. When they saw you squirting cum all over my face it wasn't the first time they had watched. Just the first time you knew they watched."

"Jesus!"

"It's getting late. I'd like to go to bed. You two want to join me?" Kim asked.

We got up and followed her to the bedroom. As we took care of our before-bed rituals I keep looking over at the window. Kim came to me and as we kissed she grabbed my cock. I jerked back a little and she laughed.

"Afraid we have an audience?"

"A little."

"Come to bed." They put me in the middle and we covered up, snuggled and began the drift towards sleep. The room was mostly dark, illuminated only by a street light across the street and two houses down, shining through the white eyelet curtains.

"Knock... knock." I heard the sound at our door. Soft knocks.

"Come in." I said. I didn't turn on the light.

The hall light wasn't on so when the door opened I could see their outlines but detail was hidden in the shadows.

"Daddy, we can't sleep." Melissa said.

"If you're afraid of the dark, turn on the bathroom light." I said, smiling a smile they couldn't see. Kim poked me in the ribs.

"We're not afraid of the dark." Kathleen said.

"What then?" Marion asked.

"Remember the conversation we had before we went back to school?" Kathleen asked.

"Which conversation?" I asked. I got jabbed from both wives.

"Daddy! The conversation about me having a baby." Kathleen said.

"Yes! I remember having that conversation."

"Ever since that day we have been thinking a lot about having sex with you." Melissa joined in.

"And, you've changed your minds? You don't want to have a baby?"

"I still want your baby! I still want sex with you! I'm going crazy wanting to feel you inside me!" Kathleen was almost yelling.

"So you want my answer right now? Tonight?"

"No. Daddy, we both want you to love us. Have sex with us!" Melissa said.

"Five in a bed? I think it may be too crowded." Marion said.

Kim spoke up. "Marion, let's go upstairs. I'll eat your pussy and then you'll eat mine. We'll leave the hetero sex for downstairs."

They got up and hand in hand walked past our daughters. I flipped the covers off the bed and motioned them to me.

"Lie here with me for a minute." They snuggled against me. One on each side. Melissa had taken Kim's spot and Kathleen took her Mother's.

"I don't want to run the risk of getting you pregnant, Melissa."

"I brought some condoms." Melissa whispered.

"I don't want either of you feeling like I have a favorite. I love you both... and I only have one mouth and one dick."

"Daddy, love us both. We know you do it with Mom. When you're ready to stick it in one of us put it in Melissa. When you're really close to cumming pull out of her and cum in me." Kathleen said.

"When you leave me I'll take the condom off you." Melissa said.

"Melissa tell me what you like."

"Kissing..."

"She loves having her nipples sucked as I play with her clit." Kathleen added.

"And what does Kathleen love?"

"She loves being eaten, slowly and softly. Tease her clit for an hour and she'll flood the bed!"

"I'd like to kiss you, Kathleen."

She moved quickly on top of me and we kissed. Melissa moved too and I knew she was touching Kathleen's pussy. Occasionally her hand bumped my growing cock, too.

My hands explored her back, sides and arms. We kissed and I kept kissing and moving her head so my kisses were on her neck, collarbone and her soft mouth. Our tongues danced and became very good friends.

I rolled her onto her back and moved down so I could mouth her firm young breasts. I kissed, nibbled and sucked all over each globe and then flicked my tongue across her nipple.

Her hands grabbed my head and pressed my face into her breast. I sucked hard.

"Oh Melissa!" She said, "He's just as we knew he would be! I'm already close!"

I could feel Melissa pumping away at Kathleen's cunt. She pumped a few times then grabbed my cock for a few strokes, returning to Kathleen's cunt for another round. 

"Watch, Melissa!" I shifted just enough and slid deep inside Kathleen. She was incredibly wet and incredibly tight.

"Oh my God Daddy! That is so sexy!"

"I'm so full! If you move I'll cum!" I pulled back and slid forward. She moaned and lifted her hips to invite me deeper. My hips pulled back again until just the head of my cock remained in her. My face was close to hers.

"Cum for me! Cum for me little Momma!" I pushed in hard and as deep as I was able. She had been so well prepared by Melissa and her own anticipation that she screamed as she came. Her back arched. Her hands grabbed my arms and she shook all over. 

As she started to calm I pulled out and leaned back. Melissa was ready. She applied the condom with her hands and I said, "Lie on top of Kathleen. Straddle her hips and open yourself to me."

Suddenly she was right where I wanted her. Her puss was just above Kathleen's. I slid into Kathleen, to lube the condom, then lifted two inches and slid into Melissa.

She moaned but didn't speak. She and Kathleen were kissing. I used my hands to caress all four breasts before me. Using a slow and steady pace I slid in and out of my own daughter. She felt very differently from either of her mothers or Kathleen. A hand went between them and someone stroked Melissa's clit. She shuddered and moaned louder.

I pulled all the way out and said, "Melissa, be on the bottom. Kathleen straddle her like she did you."

They moved like lightning and I slid back inside Melissa.

"Melissa, stroke Kathleen's clit." My hand met hers and as she stroked Kathleen I stroked her clit and slid in and out faster and faster.

"I'm close Daddy!" I couldn't tell who said it! I didn't care.

Melissa arched, shook and moaned, "Now! I'm cumming!"

Seconds later Kathleen said, "I love you Daddy!" She shook and stiffened. I pulled out of Melissa and ripped the condom off. One second later I was deep inside Kathleen and five strokes later I filled her. I stayed inside her as long as I could. She and Melissa kissed, cuddled and whispered together. I caressed both women.

When I softened and slid out of Kathleen I dropped beside them on the bed. They both kissed me and I asked how they were. 

"I feel so loved, so connected to both of you." Melissa said.

"I have an idea. If you can move from under Kathleen and turn around to a sixty-nine you can have my sperm too."

"Oh my God! Do people do that?" Melissa asked.

"No, in a hundred thousand years of humanity you will be the first to suck a man's sperm from a pussy!"

They shifted and Melissa ate her lover to two more orgasms. I played with both of them and my fingers got Melissa to cum once more. I was done. I slept.

In the morning Kathleen woke me with a kiss and said, "You didn't tell us if we're making babies this vacation?"

"I've thought it over and yes, we're making a baby!"

She kissed me a few more times and said, "Last night when you told me to cum for you, you called me little Momma. As soon as you said it I came like I've never cum before!"

"Do you know when you'll be most fertile?" 

"The next six days, as close as I can tell."

"How many condoms does Melissa have?"

"I bought her twenty-four."

"You get all the bareback. She gets to play with us anytime she wants. I don't want her feeling left out or ignored."

"Know where she is right now?"

"The bathroom?"

"No. She's upstairs in bed with Mom."

"Which Mom?"

"Both. We've known about their lesbian sex for years. Now, there are no secrets. No limits on how we can love each other."

"I'm afraid you're wrong. The affection that happens in the family must be kept quiet. My God, we're probably breaking laws. Bad enough I live with both Mom's as wives. If word got out that I live with four lesbians and have sex with all of you we'd be tarred and feathered just as a beginning!"

"No one will ever know. To the world we are two young lesbians who choose to be parents. For Christmas Melissa is giving me a turkey baster. The boys will see it. That should end the probing questions. Our Mom's live with you. One wife, one best friend. Oh, and just to be clear I'm not a lesbian and neither is Melissa. We don't even much like the term bi. We prefer sharing. Like last night. We shared you and you shared us."

I rolled to her and sucked on her breast, just as Melissa had instructed. We kissed and explored each other for a good long time. When I wanted to move down I did and buried my face in her bush and her moist, tender places. She moaned and told me what felt good, better and OMG! When she was really close I moved up and slid inside her.

Her hands held my face and pulled my face to hers. We kissed and my tongue tried to touch my cock inside her. When the kiss ended she said, "Fuck me hard, Daddy! When you're done, I want to feel you until tonight."

My hands lifted her legs up near her chest and I pistoned all the way in and almost all the way out as hard and fast as my middle-aged hips would allow. She wiggled around, met my thrusts and even pinched my nipples.

I was close as she knew it. She said, "Be the grizzly bear! Bellow and let all of Yellowstone hear you score!"

My back arched, I shoved in as deep as I could and I bellowed! When I stopped cumming I collapsed on her. She shifted a little and I rolled to her side. She sat up, then sucked my cock into her mouth and sucked. She cleaned me and kept cleaning until I was limp. Just as she lie back beside me the bedroom door opened and Marion, Melissa and Kim walked in. They were dressed, even wore shoes. Melissa carried a calendar book. She said, "Eleven-twenty last night and nine-forty this morning."

Marion said, "Do we get any for the next six days or does Kathleen get all of you?"

Kathleen smiled and said, "Melissa got some last night."

"What?" Kim said. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"When I made my deposit in Kathleen, some started leaking out. Melissa was kind enough to clean it up for us. With her mouth."

"Oh. That's Ok." Kim said.

"Melissa has twenty-three condoms. Any time she wants to play with us, she's invited. We, as a family, are getting pregnant. Everyone participates. Ok?"

"So, You will be bedding your wives as well as your daughters this week?" Marion asked.

"It is my intention to do my best to keep all four of you happy."

"Mom," Melissa asked, "Should I call the doctor? Dad may need vitamins or little blue pills?"

"There is a bottle in the medicine cabinet labeled, "Premarin." It is actually little blue pills. I get them into his food pretty often." Kim answered.

"They were Bob's. He didn't know. The doctor told me they had nothing to do with his death. Marion added.

"There's a lot about this family I never knew."

"You knew everything we wanted you to know. Now, get up showered, dressed and take us shopping. If you're good I'll buy lunch." Marion said.

"Oh, he's good." Kathleen said.

Kathleen and I showered together. She shaved my face and asked if I wanted to shave her. I told her I didn't want to shave her with three women waiting for us but would love to shave her that evening. She quickly shaved her underarms and legs, leaving the thick hair of her puss for me.

At the mall I followed the women from store to store to store to store. My shopping was done the first week of December and most of it was delivered by mail, FedEx or UPS. I knew better than to say anything to discourage the ladies. I made trips to the car to stash packages in the trunk. At various times during the day I walked holding hands with each of them. For a while I had my arm around Kathleen.

During one of those times we encountered some college aged people Melissa and Kathleen knew. She held my arm around her as we were all introduced.

Melissa did the introductions. "This is my Dad, Nick. My Mom, Kim. My other Mom, Marion and my might-as-well-be-sister Kathleen."

One of the three young women asked, "Your other Mom?"

Kathleen answered, "Our two families grew up together. My biological Dad Bob died a few months ago and Nick already felt like my Dad too, so we have two Moms and a Dad."

""Oh." The conversation moved to Christmas, new movies and going back to school. When it was time, their friends moved on and we did too. I had been thinking while they talked. Our story worked for the moment but when Kathleen was six months along it would look wrong for us to walk through the mall with my arm around her. People would add two and two and get the idea that the baby was mine.




Creating Family



And, they'd be right!

Melissa got on my other side and wrapped my arm around her back, matching Kathleen.

At lunch Kim said, "After lunch we want our time."

As we left the restaurant Marion took one of my hands and Kim took the other. About five minutes later we saw the three young women we had met before lunch. They saw us and waved as they went into Macy's.

I was shown a bench in the main aisle of the mall and asked to wait there for them. I sat between two other guys who looked like they wanted to die of boredom. I started a conversation with them.

"Let's start a business here in the mall. A business men will love and women will gladly pay for."

The guy to my left said, "What kind of business?"

"Individual Lazy-Boy recliners with individual TV's. Each set can get cable or videos. As they check in their wives get a claim check. When they come back to pick you up they pay for your time."

"We could watch the game while they shop!"

"They would know where we are and what we're doing!"

Our conversation went into what we thought it might cost to set up such a business, how much we could charge per hour and how much we would need to get started. As luck would have it I was sitting with a CPA and a lawyer. By the time my four ladies came back to get me we had exchanged phone numbers and made verbal commitments to have our business up and running on Thanksgiving weekend of the new year.

The ladies had been gone two hours and it felt like ten minutes. They carried bags and were very happy. We went to the car and headed home. We were almost home when Marion's cell phone rang.

We stayed quiet while she talked. I had pieced together enough information to gather that she was talking to one of the boys. They were on their way home and wanted us to consider driving to the other family's home for the day after Christmas. They would be in the motor home again and would be at our house before dinner.

When she hung up she told us the same story. I had done a good job of listening. As soon as we got home the ladies took all the packages and had a wrapping party with me being told to stay out of the way. They said it nicely but that's what they meant. 

I sat in my chair and watched a CSI rerun. At the third commercial break Kathleen came to me and said, "I'd like to invite you to take an adult nap with me. Interested?"

"An adult nap?"

"Yes. In bed, naked, but little intention of sleep."

I got out of the chair and we went to the master bedroom. The bed was made. I got a big bath sheet from the bathroom and spread it on the floor. Kathleen looked at me and asked, "Fully naked, with foreplay and everything or is this a quickie?"

"I've got no agenda until the boys get home. We can do whatever pleases you."

"Then please take off everything." She behaved like her clothes were on fire. In less than fifteen seconds she was nude and on her back on top of the towel. I took a little longer.

I made sure the bedroom door was closed before I dropped between her legs. Her hands held my cock and we kissed many times. She stroked me and rubbed the head of my cock against her wet lips. Each time I pressed forward she gripped me tighter, not letting me in.

"I thought you wanted me inside you."

"I do. I also like torturing myself and I love how it feels to rub my pussy with your dick. Do you want to be inside me?"

"Yes, please." Her hand released me and I slid in, just putting the head inside her lips.

"Would you like a little more?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'd like more."

I drew back until my cock was just touching her lips, not penetrating her at all.

"Wrong way, Daddy! Deeper, inside me!" I slowly leaned to her and pushed in until our pubic bones pressed together.

"Oh yes! Daddy! That's what I want."

I pulled back, completely out of her as fast as my hips would move! I thought I heard a popping noise as I came out of her. Kathleen's eyes went wide open and her mouth opened wide as well.

There was a second of hesitation before she said or did anything else. As she started to say something I slammed in all the way. 

"Oh my God! That's incredible! Do me like that, Daddy!"

I did. As I slammed into her I talked to her. "Do you think your friends knew I had sex with you before breakfast this morning?"

"Could they picture you on your back and my cock going deep inside you?"

"Could they picture Melissa sucking my sperm out of your pussy last night?"

"Oh, Daddy," She said, "I love you! Cum in me, please."

"Only if you cum for me! Cum for me, Little Momma!" I knew I was bruised and that she was as well. We had been slamming together for twenty minutes. I could see the clock radio beside the bed.

Her back arched and a moan began deep in her chest. I pulled out of her, dropped my face to her spread pussy and sucked hard on her clit.

She screamed and I felt the muscles of her cunt clench. I moved back up and pumped into her, fast and hard. In seconds I was spewing my seed deep inside her.

We relaxed for a few minutes and Kathleen said, "Daddy, how do you always know just how to do me? One time soft, slow and gentle. One time like a cave man."

"I have no idea. I don't know. I just follow the clues you give me."

We were quiet. My breathing slowed and I relaxed.

"Daddy, I think we should shower. We smell like sex."

We gathered our things and went into the shower. When we were clean we dressed and rejoined the family. Melissa was marking the time in her calendar book.

Kim dropped to her knees in front of me, unzipped me and popped my cock in her mouth. A few sucks and I started to respond. We were standing in the kitchen. Kim released me and stood back up.

"No damage done. It still responds to a wifely suck."

"Any time I don't respond, call the mortuary."

Melissa eyed my exposed cock and said, "May I have a taste?"

Kim answered, "One quick kiss! A motor home just pulled into the drive."

I got the quick kiss and Melissa tucked me back in my pants. I zipped. Melissa smacked her lips and both she and Kathleen giggled. We all headed for the family room and the front door.

The four came through the door carrying armloads of packages. When Ken hugged Kathleen I heard him whisper, "You smell like sex!"

Kathleen looked him in the face and said, "Yeah, right! As if."

When it was possible she left the group and came back smelling more like China Rain than sex.

We talked about the reasons we hadn't been able to meet with the other parents and how they were doing with the four-some marriage idea.

Janet answered that question. "When we sat with the four parents and talked my Dad asked why I wasn't still sitting with Ken as I had been earlier. I explained that I love Ken and I love Mark, too. Daddy Paul was speechless."

Alissa continued the story. "So my Mom asked me, "What about you? I suppose you're Ok with her loving both men?" I told her it was easy for me to be Ok with her loving both because I did, too."

"The look on her Mom's face was priceless! It wasn't disgusting, loathing, or even upset. They paused for a long time. None of the parents said anything until my Mom said, "How would you feel about me loving Janet's Dad?"

"Do you still love Daddy, too?" I answered.

She nodded. I grinned and said, "Then go for it! The more love there is, the better."

Alissa added, "We discovered they have been hiding their sharing from us for years."

My head was spinning. I had to ask, so I did, "You tell us this like we won't freak out, like we will be accepting... no problem."

"Your sons told us that their Moms have been lovers for years. We never thought you could freak out over our family." Janet said.

"I'm not. I didn't know the boys knew about their Moms. That's a surprise."

"We saw them once at the cabin a few years ago. They thought we were off hiking or something." Ken said and blushed, realizing his Moms were sitting right there.

"The three of you slept together the night before we arrived at Thanksgiving. Hello. That had to include fooling around." Janet said.

"Ok. Ok. We're lovers." Kim said.

Janet asked, "Can we ask questions and have a real conversation about this relationship stuff? I have no one to talk to about loving more than one person, except my own parents."

"Sure. We can sit around the family room after dinner and talk as long and deep as you'd like." I said, "I don't know that we have all the answers but maybe as a family we can work out whatever kinks show up."

Melissa asked, "Can we stay for the conversation?"

"Of course!" Alissa said, "You're family."

"Good."

Mark looked at his sister and said, "By the way, Sis, I don't think you're a lesbian. I think you and Kathleen love each other and will pPaulably live together forever but neither of you is lesbian."

"Why do you say that?" Janet asked.

"Most of the lesbians I've known have an energy around men and my sis doesn't have it. I've never had the feeling she didn't like men. She's been disappointed by some of the boys she dated, but she never said, "All men are pigs!"

"I'm not a lesbian. Kathleen isn't a lesbian either. We love each other and we will be together all our lives. And, we both love sex with a man." She paused. Everyone knew there was more for her to say so they waited. "We love sex best when we share, both of us and our lover."

"God, yes!" Kathleen said, "That is the best of all possible worlds."

"They say that like it's happened." Janet said.

"It has." Melissa said. "Now, about you all..."

"Our friends..." Janet started.

Alissa continued, "Don't like that they see Ken with his arm around me and two days later see me kissing Mark."

"What do they say?" I asked.

"Last week it happened and Bonny asked me if I was cheating on Mark."

"Were you?"

"No! Mark knows I love Ken."

"So, when someone challenges you like that ask them questions. How many people have you kissed in the last six months? Would you be willing to hold hands with someone you hadn't had sex with?" Melissa responded.

Kim joined in. "Not long ago we were in the mall and Nick had his arm around Kathleen. We met some of their friends from school. A bit later they saw all of us again and Nick was holding hands with Marion and me. We didn't talk about it, we just let them see us being affectionate."

Melissa said, "Next time you're with friends be affectionate. Kiss them."

"Did you see those people on TV who go to malls and wear t-shirts that say free hugs on the shirt? They hug people. They don't ask for donations, or for people to sign a petition or anything. They just think it's good to give and get hugs."

"We could get t-shirts!" Alissa said.

"All of us could!" I said.

"Alone time." Mark said. The energy in the room shifted.

"What about it?" Kim asked.

"I live with three other people and I need some alone time. It's almost impossible to get it."

"Your Dad goes to the garage." Kim said.

"Bob sometimes sat in his car." Marion added.

"Think of a signal you each can use to let the others know when you need alone time. Agree it doesn't mean your upset, angry or sick, just needing some alone time."

"Sometimes when Mark goes away I feel like I must have done something wrong." Alissa said.

"You didn't! I just need some room." Mark said.

I added, "Men are different. Our brains aren't wired like female brains. When things happen and you need to process what happened how do you do it, Janet?"

"I talk it over with Alissa, Mark or Ken. Mostly with Alissa."

"Women do that. They tend to process with their mouths open. Men don't tend to do that. Crap happens in our lives and we retreat to a quiet spot to process. When we're ready to be in action we come out and get into action."

"I want them to share." Janet said.

"And I'd like to have breasts. Which of us is most likely to get what we wish for?" I asked.

"Why do you want breasts?" Kim asked. "Aren't the four Marion and I have enough for you?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to drag us off topic. What Janet is saying is that she wants Ken and Mark to be like women. We can't be women. Even when we try we can't be very good at it. Our brains aren't built for the job. You ladies are ever so much more complex than we are, especially in the area of emotions."

"So there's nothing we can do to make the situation better?" Alissa asked.

"There's a lot you can do. Begin by understanding that needing alone time isn't anything negative. Is there something wrong with a battery that needs recharging from time to time?"

"No. That's the way they're made."

Mark waved his hands and said, "That's just the way I'm built!"

Ken added, "Mark is like a twenty-four hour battery. I'm like a thirty-six hour battery. Both of us need alone time, but at slightly different rates of recharge."

"So we need to give you room?" Alissa asked. Her tone said it didn't seem fair.

"I promise, when I'm recharged, I'll come talk to you about it."

"Oh. Now we're getting somewhere." Janet said, waving her arms.

Alissa moved on. "I want you both to listen to us."

"We're listening!" Mark said.

"No! I mean when I come to you with a situation I just want you to listen."

Janet added, "You try to solve everything!"

"Why do you tell me about something if you don't want me to help?" Ken asked.

I waded in. "Whoa. Again, this is about the difference between the way we process. If Ken has a problem he will only tell Mark about the problem if he wants help solving the problem. If Alissa has a problem she'll tell Janet about it instantly."

"Because she'll listen!" Alissa said.

"Janet listens to allow Alissa to process. The boys don't listen that way. They listen to solve. You ladies can preface a conversation by saying you just want to be heard. Tell them you don't want them to solve the problem. Can you listen without solving, if that's what they ask you to do?" I asked.

"Seems dumb to me." Ken said.

"Can you listen without solving?"

"Yes, I can." Ken said.

"It takes practice. Men are wired to solve problems and women also solve problems but differently."

"Mark looks at other women!" Alissa stated. We had again changed topics.

"Good for you, Mark. You are alive." I said.

"He shouldn't! He already has two women. Two sex partners. Why is he looking at other women?"

"The answer is chemical and biological. Mark is run by testosterone. It is a chemical and has no morals, ethics or memory. It sends a primary, basic message to his body that comes down to deposit your seed in as many places to as possible. So his eyes and brain are looking for females of the right age who might be willing receptacles."

"That's disgusting." Janet said.

"No, it isn't." Kim said. "It is what it is. Men and women live in a balance, when it works. Men want sex. Women want companionship, friendship, care, protection. Earlier Nick told you men are simple and women are complex. He's right. Nick has come home every night for the last twenty years because what he gets here is reliable, exciting enough and out there getting sex isn't anywhere near reliable or safe. I know Nick gets a testosterone rush about every two days. I make sure he has something to do with that rush. If I didn't... correction, if we didn't he'd start thinking about the waitress at Hooters more seriously than he does now. In order for us to get what we want and need from Nick we need to make sure he's getting what he wants and needs too."

Marion spoke up. "When Bob was alive I thought of our marriage like a bartering system. I wanted the living room painted. I said, "Bob, please paint the living room." A month later it still wasn't painted. I said, "Bob, there's a three day weekend coming. If the living room is painted before the three day weekend we can go up to the cabin and I'll bring that sexy nightgown you like taking off of me." The living room got painted. I don't know if Bob thought of it the same way but he did it. He once offered to recarpet the house if we could go on a three day cruise to Mexico, without the kids. I got new carpet and we spent three days going to Mexico. We never even got off the boat."

"So, Nick looks at other women?"

"Only when I'm in public or private."

"As my mother told me the day I married Nick, "It's Ok for him to check out the menu everywhere he goes, as long as he eats every meal at home."

I added, "I have a friend at work who is in his seventies. There are twenty young women in and around our offices every day. Someone asked him why he doesn't retire. He waved his arms around and said "And leave this target rich environment? No way." He still loves to look."

"Then why marry us?" Alissa asked.

"Ken, Mark that question belongs to you." I said.

It was quiet for almost a minute. Then Mark spoke. "I want to be married for some good reasons, I think. Number one, I love both of you. I want to wake up with you. I want you next to me when I go to bed. When something happens and I want to share it, I want to share it with you. Number two, I watched my Dads and Moms and how happy they are and were together and I want that feeling too. Number three, I want to give you the security of knowing that we will take care of you for the rest of our lives. Number four, married men make more money than single men. Number five, sex with someone I love is a hundred times better than with someone I don't love."

Alissa and Janet had focused on Mark as he spoke and I don't think they even blinked until he stopped. Then they turned to Ken.

He looked at both of them and said, "Ditto!"

Melissa said, "I was waiting for your speech."

"You heard it. When he said it, he said it from both of us. I mean every word my brother just said."

Janet got up from the couch and sat on Mark's lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they kissed. When they came up for air Janet said, "Did you get that Ken? That kiss was for you and for Mark."

Ken spoke, "I have good reasons for wanting to be married, to both of you. First, I love you. I love going to bed with you and waking up with your warm, naked bodies next to me. I do things every day so I can share them with you. I love sharing my life with you. I watched the same Moms and the same Dads as Mark while we grew up and they are the role models for what love looks like to me and I want to be my Dad, or like my Dad." He took a breath. "And another thing, My Dad was married for twenty years and the last words out of his mouth were about feeling all the love around him. When it's my time to go I want to be able to talk like my Dad. I don't care about living longer, I care about living longer with you. I want to have sex with you, wake up with you, go to sleep with you, raise children with you, watch little league games with you and ballet recitals with you. Otherwise I don't care if I ever go to a game or a ballet. I want you to feel safe, secure and well taken care of for the rest of our lives."

Janet got off Mark's lap and sat in Ken's. She kissed him and I went into the kitchen. Everyone except them started laughing when I came back, carrying the fire extinguisher. They ended the kiss, saw the extinguisher and joined the laughter.

A few minutes later preparations were underway for some food. I noticed Ken and Janet had disappeared. Without being too obvious I looked out at the motor home. It was rocking.

Mark stepped close and said, "They won't be gone too long." He was smiling. So was I.

As we ate Kathleen leaned to my ear and said, "I'm starting to feel empty."

I whispered back, "Cherish the feeling. When it goes away it stays gone almost a year." She socked me in the arm. We couldn't get away for a deposit. It would have made our project obvious.

We talked about the ways our families celebrated Christmas. It was good that we were only combining two families rather than more. We gathered every Christmas morning at dawn, opened a present each, then had breakfast. It was never cereal, always eggs, pancakes, sausage and bacon. After breakfast was cleaned up we opened all the rest of the presents.




Creating Family



The youngest person passed out the presents, one at a time. The next present didn't go out until the present already given was opened.

Alissa shared that in their family they alternated houses each year. At any time after dawn the kids could get up and play with whatever Santa left by the tree, unwrapped. When the adults got up, they made breakfast and everyone ate. After it was all cleaned up the packages were divided up and everyone opened their stash.

We knew what Christmas might look like when we got to the Porter-Williams home the day after Christmas.

Melissa was the youngest of all present, by three days.

We set aside the presents going with us to Alissa Porter and Janet Williams' family. Melissa picked up a package and announced, "To Melissa from Ken and Mark". Mark said, "You don't need to open it! It was intended to be a gag gift!"

Melissa said, "I love gag gifts." She ripped the paper and started to laugh. She ripped the rest of the paper and Kathleen laughed too. When Marion, Kim and I saw it we laughed. Mark saw it and blushed, along with Alissa and Janet. Alissa and Janet were mad. Melissa saw their upset and found the package from "Santa to Kathleen."

She handed it to Kathleen and Kathleen said, "Oh I hope it's a Chatty Cathy doll. Everyone watched her rip the paper and she burst into laughter. It was identical to the one Melissa was holding. "A turkey baster! Someone wants us to get cooking!"

Janet and Alissa relaxed and understood that a turkey baster was an appropriate gag gift for two women lovers. An hour later I was in bed with Kathleen and we were trying to be quiet. I was not using a baster.

Half an hour later we were back in the family room and Kathleen had a fresh splash of China Rain on. I gave her that perfume two years before. I also gave it to Kim, Marion and Melissa. When she walked past Melissa, Melissa got up and went to make an entry in her little calendar book. I smiled and got into a conversation with Mark and Ken.

We adjourned the evening early so we could all be up and on the road early the next day. The presents were stacked by the front door so we could load them after the four sleeping in the motor home were up.

I closed the front door, checked the back door and headed for the master bedroom. As I opened the door into the bedroom I shut off the hallway light. Suddenly the downstairs was totally dark. I reached for the light switch and found it covered with a hand. A feminine "shush" let me know I was to stay quiet. I stepped inside the room and closed the door.

A blindfold went around my head. Hands undressed me. I was guided by four hands to the bed and was helped to kneel beside the bed. Someone got on the bed and I felt a leg on either side of me. I smelled Eau de Arousal directly in front of me. My nose told me it was Marion.

A hand gently guided my face to the waiting, open pussy. I licked and kissed her. When I started to lift my hands two hands grabbed mine and communicated well that I was not to use my hands. I licked some more, sucked her lips and pPauled into her vagina with my tongue.

Whoever was standing behind me lifted Marion's legs and helped open her wider for me. I did everything to tease her, everything except touch her clit. I backed off an inch and said, "Pinch your nipples. Pinch them for me!" I dove back in and she moaned. I sucked her clit and sucked hard! She moaned and I felt her body quiver. Her juices flooded my face and I drank deeply of her gift. She stiffened and then shook all over, making strange noises. The strange noises I had come to love in the few months since she became my wife.

I stood and bent my legs just enough to align my cock to her opening. When I moved forward to penetrate her she moved! She rolled away from me and whoever was her accomplice rolled into the spot she had just vacated. I leaned forward again and my cock found and entered a pussy. On my first stroke I couldn't tell who it was. She was very wet, shaved, and very tight. My mind asked questions of me and the answers were... confusing. Whoever it was, my mind told me must be someone I had already had sex with: Kim, Melissa or Kathleen. It didn't feel like Kim. I couldn't say why, but I didn't believe it was Kim. It wasn't Kathleen. She wasn't shaved. She had asked me to shave her and I had said, maybe tonight. It wasn't Melissa. Melissa wasn't quite as tight as this woman felt. Every bit as wet, slippery and wonderful but this woman was tighter, and quieter. Melissa couldn't stay quiet.

Hands helped me thrust and kept my hands off her body. The hands felt like Marion. She cupped my balls and played with my ass as I fucked whoever-it-was.

My pace and power increased and suddenly she rolled away. Marion took her place and helped me inside her. I still wondered who I had fucked, but my attention focused on Marion and we joined in happiness until we both came.

She removed my blindfold and I looked around the bedroom. No one was there with us! Marion pulled me down next to her and said, "I wanted to give you a special gift, husband. You will never know who shared the bed with us tonight. No woman in this family will ever tell you. Please don't be angry. I gave her to you out of love and I gave you to her out of love."

"I love you too."

She covered us and within minutes we were both asleep. The alarm woke us just as the sky was starting to lighten. We showered, changed the sheets so we could come home to fresh sheets on the bed, dressed and opened the door. Ken stood in the hallway with a cinnamon roll and a mug of coffee for his Mom. I went to the kitchen and got my own.

By dawn we were on the road. Ken and Janet rode with Kim and me in our minivan. We didn't need a map. They guided us to Alissa's parent's home. On the ride Janet and Kim talked. I'm not sure either of them took a breath in the two plus hour drive. They were processing and learning about each other. We men were the subject for about thirty percent of the conversation. Most of that was them talking about us like we weren't there.

We had begun the trip with Kim sitting shotgun and the youngsters in the back. We weren't out of the county before Kim had traded seats with Ken. The female conversation came to us from the back seat. Ken and I exchanged knowing glances periodically and confused glances just about as often.

I went around the block twice when we arrived. Neither Janet or Kim noticed. Ken and I silently laughed. When I parked I left room for the motor home behind me. It arrived within a minute.

Four people came out of the house and greeted us, warmly. Janet introduced Kim and I to both sets of her parents and Alissa introduced Melissa, Marion and Kathleen to both sets of parents. Alissa's Mom hugged Kim and then hugged me. They were the hugs of loving intimacy, not of strangers meeting tentatively.

When Janet's parents hugged us they were just as open and welcoming. Her Mom squeezed my ass as we hugged. We were then hustled inside where it was warmer.

The table was set buffet style with all kinds of snacks and sandwich items. We ate a quick snack or maybe a light brunch. Then we gathered in the big family room where the Christmas tree sat in one corner.

The rest of the day was filled with presents, food and conversation. A lot of the conversation was the getting-to-see-if-we-have-anything-in-common besides our kids conversation. I discovered that Al and I both loved woodworking. He was justifiably proud of the cabinets he had built in their homes. Paul was also into woodworking, but of a different sort. He made jewelry boxes. We discovered that fact when he gave Melissa, Kim, Kathleen and Marion individual boxes as his Christmas gifts. They made use of various exotic woods and the craftsmanship was incredible. We could have spent three days in either wood shop, but to be sociable we didn't.

As it got into evening we sat in the family room and talked as a big family. The conversation turned to the strange relationships we were all in. It felt good to know we weren't alone. The two couples who had stayed in the motor home the night before said they would stay there again. Janet gave her room to Melissa and Kathleen. Alissa gave her room to Marion, Kim and me.

Janet took Melissa and Kathleen to her house and bedroom. It was a short walk across the street. The other young folk left us for the semi-privacy of the motor home. That left seven adults looking at the fire.

"What shall we talk about?" Al asked.

"Jealousy." Kim said.

"Oh, I like you!" Beth said. Beth was Alissa's Mom, Al's wife. She was wearing dark green tights, Uggs boots and a huge ski sweater that covered her ass nicely and hid her other assets. She was about five foot six and maybe about a hundred and twenty-five pounds. Her hair was mostly gray and short.

"I didn't think I had any jealousy in me, but I do. I love Marion and I'm glad she is my co-wife..."

"But sometimes you wish she would take a few days away." Beth added.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Marion asked.

"I don't want to feel it, much less confront it. I don't want you to go away. I love sharing life with you, but... now it's even worse!" She realized where she was headed and stopped.

Paul said, "Nick is having sex with Kathleen too." It wasn't a question. "She wants to have a baby and Nick is the best man they know."

Marion nodded.

"We had the same dilemma and the same discussion. Before our girls found Ken and Mark we thought they would live like Melissa and Kathleen." Paul said.

"We wondered if they would both want to be pregnant at the same time." Beth said.

"But, before we got that far Mark and Ken showed up.

"We should be angry with you!' Marion said.

"Us? Why us?" Al asked.

"If you had done your jobs you would have boys for our girls to marry. Then we wouldn't be looking at our dilemma."

"Oh. We didn't know you were counting on us." Beth said. 

I spoke up. "I love all four of the women I live with. I don't see any reason for any of you to be jealous. It's not like I show favoritism or anything like it."

"Oh?" Marion said. "You haven't had the experience we have."

"What do you mean?"

"Sit right there. Beth, can I talk to you in the kitchen?"

Beth got up and led Marion to the kitchen. I looked at Kim and asked, "Any idea what's going on?"

"Yes, I think I do... And, I'm not talking."

When the two women came back into the room Beth handed a note to Al. He opened it, read it, looked at Beth and opened his mouth to speak. Beth cut him off.

"Read it again. Don't talk. Just do what the note asks you to do. I wrote the note so I approve."

He read it again, stood and held his hand out to Marion. She took it and he guided her out of the room. I looked at Beth and asked, "Where are they going?"

"To bed. See, it isn't about favoritism. It's about how you feel knowing someone you love is loving someone else. You know Marion loves you more than she loves Al. You know it and yet part of you has been trained to want to be the Alpha male, top dog. The jealousy isn't that Kim wants Marion gone, it's that she knows your dick is in Marion and her biological response is that it should be in her. Then, you make it worse. You bellow like a bear who just got some as you fill Marion's puss or Kathleen's puss and Kim has to hear you!"

"Jesus! I had no idea." 

It was quiet for a while in the family room and we heard Al bellow from somewhere else in the house. I felt the physical reaction in my body to the sound. There was anger, hurt, an impulse to go get Marion from Al and sadness. "I understand better, now."

Less than a minute later Al and Marion walked back in. She and he were fully dressed. They sat down in the same seats they had left. I was still gripped by the feelings and a little confused about how I should respond.

Al spoke. "That was painful. I know it was valuable but I also know it hurt. Nick, we didn't do it. We stayed in the kitchen and then I bellowed like we had screwed. I apologize for the pain, but not for the lesson. I had to learn it too. In your family there is only one alpha male. There are two in this family. It is still a conflict for me when Beth is over across the street. I know Carol is here with me and I love her, love being with her, love sharing sex with her and in the back of my head there is a thought that both of them should be with me."

Carol had been very quiet all day. She was right there in the conversation but didn't say much. Her husband, Paul, was quiet as well. Carol opened her mouth and we listened, well, I listened. Carefully.

"We are either victims of our emotions or we master our emotions enough to be bigger, better, more loving people. When we stopped being just friends all four of us had strong feelings, both positive and negative, about what we were doing. I cried the day after Paul spent his first night with Beth. My emotions told me I lost something. My emotions ignored what I gained. I was loved by Al. I focused on what I felt I had lost."

"Do you still feel the loss?" I asked.

"Sometimes. But I decided I was being a victim. I wasn't a victim. I acted and felt like one. I invented a new way of seeing and feeling about our marriage. The key, for me, is the word sharing. I went to bed with Beth and Al, then with Paul and Beth. When we shared there was no jealousy. I didn't even feel jealousy when Marion took Al in the other room and I believed they would fuck. If they joined, he'd share it with me. There is a philosophy that says we are connected. The space between us is filled with us. So when Al is with Marion or Beth or Kim he's still with me, because he is me. We are connected both emotionally and physically."

"It may take me a while to get my head wrapped around that." I said. Al got up and went to the entertainment center. He found what he was looking for and brought it to me. It was a DVD of a movie called, "MINDWALK."

"Take that home with you. Watch it and let it sink in. It helped all of us come to grips with being this kind of family."

"Ok. Thanks. I'll watch it."

Marion and Kim said, "We'll all watch it."

By eleven we were all in bed. I didn't watch to see who slept with whom in which house. Marion, Kim and I shared one bed. I didn't bellow. I wondered if I ever would bellow again. I love both my wives and knew I had not been aware of what they were feeling. I had not thought very deeply about how they would feel about me having sex with Kathleen and Melissa.

I fell asleep hoping Kathleen was already pregnant. I enjoyed sex with her and now was conflicted about continuing to do it with either of our daughters.

The next day began with a big family breakfast and visits from cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. They wanted to share Christmas with family and to welcome us into the clan. Kathleen snuck us away for a while and Melissa made a note in her calendar. With seven women available for duty in the kitchen and six others that arrived carrying food there was plenty of great food for us to gorge on. We discovered Alissa to be a fantastic baker who had made three kinds of pie for us to enjoy. Janet's specialty was dinner rolls. Beth made a ham. Carol baked a turkey. A cake came with someone. Veggies with someone else. Someone brought guacamole. 

Paul and Al showed us their boat and camping gear. We made tentative plans to go camping in May or June. We invited them to come and share a rented cabin at our favorite lake before the camping trip. I loved going to the lake but thought we would probably never use the cabin where Bob died again. Maybe we would stop renting on the south end of the lake and rent somewhere else.

That night all the relatives had gone home, the kids were off doing whatever they were doing and the seven of us who called ourselves the parents were alone in Beth and Al's home.

A fire was going in the fireplace. We were mellow and pretty quiet. We had talked during the day about food, camping, the weather, the drive home and taxes. We had become friends. We looked at the flames dancing almost silently.

Paul spoke quietly, not at anyone directly but just speaking what was on his mind. "Last night after Carol and I were in bed she asked a really good question. I didn't have an answer then and I don't have one now, but I think the question is worth pondering. She asked, How far are we going to take this idea of expanded family?"

"How far?" Beth asked.

"Yes. A year ago we all were living typical American lives in pretty typical American families. Bob died and Nick and Kim expanded their family to include Marion, Ken and Kathleen. Now they have two daughters, two sons and two wives in the family. They are about to add Alissa and Janet to their family." Carol said.

"And, we combined our two typical families into a double marriage. Now we are adding Mark and Ken into our family." Al said. "What do we do with all of you?"

"Houston, we have a problem." Kim said. She smiled and so did most of us. It was a problem but I believed we would handle it. 

Kim continued: "We could try to hold each of our different families as normal and keep the conventional boundaries in place for everyone who doesn't live in our houses. We could say we aren't connected. I wonder how long we would be able to believe that."

Carol spoke up. "When I asked Paul the question last night, we were in bed. For years I slept with Paul every night. Now I sleep with Paul and with Al. Since our kids are sleeping together, they have in fact combined our families. Why are we limiting who we sleep with to the people we slept with before we became a family? I wondered why I was with Paul last night. I found the answer to that question. Habit. We hadn't confronted the implications of being an expanded family. If the only choices you've ever had were vanilla and strawberry it's hard to start thinking about mocha almond fudge or chocolate mint chip."

Al asked, "Do we have any ice cream?"

Beth and Carol gave him The Look.

Kim waded into the conversation. "Family or not, I'm not ready to draw bed partners and open myself up to all of us to that depth, no pun intended. I had known Marion for twenty years before Bob died. We shared everything in our lives except men for those twenty years. Opening my heart was already done. Opening my home was easy. Opening our bed was harder, only because of the society conversation. I can share Marion and Nick socially with all of you. And when the love is created, nurtured and the trust is strong, I'm open to sex being a shared thing with all of us."

Beth nodded her head. "I need the relationship first. I'm like Marion and Kim, I spent lots of years building and nurturing the relationship with Carol before I was willing to share Al with her or she was willing to share Paul with me. Someday that relationship may be there with you all, but not yet."

"So, if I understand what I'm hearing, I'm stuck with having just two wives for the rest of this trip?" I asked. I was smiling as I said it.

"JUST?" Marion yelled. She was smiling too.

I started laughing. "Yes! The way this conversation started I thought we would be having an orgy here by the fire. I was hoping Paul and Al would teach me some techniques that would help me be a better lover."

"Oh, Men!" Beth snorted.

Marion laughed. "You don't know Nick very well, yet. He is joking. I don't know Paul or Al very well but I'd wager they are a lot like Nick. He cares for our relationship first. Sex is important and it's fun but making sure Kim and I are taken care of, emotionally and logistically is more important. Taking care of him is easier for us. Feed him, appreciate him and sex him and Nick is a happy camper."

"Paul is like that. I cried when the day after I tore a sweater he came home from work with a new one. Same color, same size. He pays attention. And Al is just as attentive." Carol added.