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Legacy of Faith Ch. 01

By: Scorpio44a



Within this story you will find incest, lesbianism, polyamory, and sexual activities described. You will not encounter all of these in every section of the story. This is chapter one.



I need to tell someone. I can't tell my wife, she had a hand in getting the whole thing started. I certainly can't tell my son. My daughter already knows and may have known what was coming before I did. I don't believe one of my friends from being married to Faith for thirty years could keep the secret or approve, so I can't tell them either. So, I've decided to tell you. You can tell all your friends, your spouse, your adult children and none of us will be harmed in any way.

The story begins with my son bringing home a young woman he was getting serious about. They met at college and dated for a year before he brought her home. Mike was a good looking man and I credit the DNA from his mother's side of the family for that. When he started college he stood six foot tall and weighed about one-eighty. His sport of choice was tennis, even though he wasn't good enough to get a scholarship. 

Anyway, he never brought a girl home before and we didn't quite know what to expect or how to act. We needn't have worried. Karen walked through the door and five minutes later she was the daughter we didn't raise. The daughter we did raise, Melissa, became best friends before dinner and by the time Mike had brought her suitcase in Faith, (my wife) had two daughters.

I was a bit Cambriawer to accept her. She spent the first hour in our home in the domain of women: The kitchen. Whenever we had the whole family together for a celebration the kitchen became No-Man's-Land. Not only did they fill the room they were working to make magic and they wanted to talk.

Karen sat next to me at dinner. I discovered that, like me, she had grown up on a farm. Her Dad still had their farm and raised corn, wheat and soybeans. We talked about the difference it makes growing up in the dirt and around animals. Three times during the meal she touched my arm. 

She was careful and considerate, making sure to include everyone in the conversation. Mike sat to her right and she touched him and smiled at him often as we shared the meal.

The next day Mike suggested we bar-b-que and swim. I got some ribs, corn and tomatoes for the bar-b-que while Melissa and Karen made potato salad. As I checked on the ribs Mike and the three women of the family came out of the house headed for the pool. Faith looked good in the suit we bought just before our vacation the summer before, a modest two piece in teal that showed off her wonderful breasts. Melissa wore a new suit. She loved to swim and had a new Speedo on. She's my daughter and I knew I wasn't supposed to get turned on by seeing her in a swimsuit, but... she might as well have been spray painted blue for all the suit hid. It was obvious to me that she either never had pubic hair or had shaved it all off. Karen wore a yellow two piece that was half the size of the one Faith wore. She was tanned and surprisingly built.

When we met she wore a football jersey and jeans. I could not have guessed at the size of her breasts if someone offered me money. In the small yellow bikini her breasts were on display. As she walked past me on her way to our pool I turned and saw her suit was a thong! A sliver of yellow dove between her butt cheeks and disappeared.

When I forced my attention away from her butt I noticed Faith checking me out. I was glad I had on baggy shorts.

When dinner was ready I called everyone out of the pool and to the picnic table. I almost dropped the food when I saw Melissa and Karen walking to the table! They both looked naked! Melissa a blue naked and Karen a yellow naked. I didn't think anyone noticed my hard on but I was extra careful about walking around for the next two hours.

In bed that night Faith squeezed me and said, "Someone got really turned on out by the pool. It's Ok to look. It's Ok to get turned on as long as you bring it to me for the action."

I got all the action a man my age could want that night. Just after lunch the next day Mike and Karen needed to leave to get back to school. Melissa helped her mom around the house after they left. I was cleaning up the deck outside when I heard Melissa laughing. I moved closer to the window and heard her say, "I'm the only one who didn't get laid last night!"

She was holding the sheets off our bed and Mike's. Faith said, "If you want that to change, bring someone home." I wondered when she would. I had suspicions that our daughter was, perhaps, a lesbian. Not that I cared one way or the other, I just wanted her to be happy.

Both Melissa and Karen came home often after that weekend.

In 1988 when Mike and Karen graduated and got jobs they got married. They got jobs about an hour from us and rented an apartment near their jobs. We saw them about once a month after they got settled.

In 1990 Karen announced she was pregnant. Matthew was born in 1991 with a family reception committee waiting for him at the hospital. My wife, daughter and I were there. Karen's parents and two sisters were there as well. Our son, the proud father, was in the delivery room and brought the baby out to introduce us to him shortly after his arrival.

By Christmas '91 our son, Mike, was showing signs of stress we... I hadn't noticed before. Karen was only working part time now that Matt needed her time, attention and focus. Mike talked with me a few times around Christmas about the stress. 

Knowing it would mean a lot to them, we withdrew ten thousand from my retirement account and gave it to them as their Christmas present. It helped. My wife had agreed that was a great thing to do for them and we were not hurt to do it. 

In '93 Mike was promoted to foreman and got a substantial raise in pay. They bought a house and my wife said she heard Karen mention they were thinking about a brother or sister for Matt.

Trouble arrived in '95. Karen announced to the family at Mike's birthday dinner in January that she was pregnant. Matt and Mike were happy and the celebration was genuine. Two months later we got a call in the night that she was in the hospital and had miscarried. A month later she started bleeding again and they found a tumor. By the time her life had been saved it had been decided that she would not ever be pregnant again. The equipment to get pregnant had been removed.

On Christmas day that year, Karen arrived at our home with Matt. Mike wasn't with her. When Matt was occupied with new toys she told us that Mike wasn't coming over until she and Matt had gone home. They were getting a divorce. She didn't go into details with us at that time because she didn't want Matt to hear everything. When Mike arrived an hour after Karen had taken Matt home he told us his side.

His story was that after the surgeries and coming to grips with not being able to ever have another baby Karen had shut down sexually. He said he had been patient and waited months but she made no progress towards being his wife in the nine months since her operations. He said he didn't have a new woman in his life, but that he had found a small apartment and was moving out by the first of the year.

After he left, his sister, Melissa, said, "He's lying. He has someone else." She wouldn't say anything more about it. In January Mike gave me his new address and a few days after that I found out his "roommate", Amy, was an attractive woman three years younger than Karen. We found out because he brought her to his birthday dinner at our house. It was uncomfortable for everyone.

We saw Karen and Matt every other Saturday or Sunday. We saw Mike and Matt one Saturday a month. Sometimes they brought Amy with them but mostly they didn't.

In April of '96 Mike and Amy got married. She was four months pregnant at the wedding. Matt was the Best Man. Amy's Mom gave her away. Her Dad didn't come to the wedding. According to things I head at the reception, her dad was upset that Mike got her pregnant before he'd marry her. Mike looked stressed and uncomfortable at the ceremony and at the short, small reception. 

Karen was struggling financially. Mike wasn't paying her as much as she needed to live on and he made excuses about money all the time. Her part time job didn't pay very well. I added her to our monthly bills and deposited a few hundred to her checking account each month. I did it that way so she wouldn't have to see the check or thank us every month. She thanked us every month anyway.

In June Karen got an increase in her job responsibilities and started looking for someone to pick Matt up from school and watch him until she got home. My wife and I applied for the job. She accepted. So, five days a week we got to spend time with Matt and see Karen for a few minutes.

Karen's parents live over two hundred miles from us and she never explained why she stayed close to us instead of moving closer to them. Rather than look a gift horse in the mouth we were just grateful. Matt was a bright spot in every day and so was Karen.

On July the fifteenth we picked Matt up from summer school and headed for the beach. It was a mostly sunny day, warm and enough clouds we thought two hours of sun would be good for all three of us. Matt had fun in the water. My wife Faith went in with him for a half hour then it was my turn. I loved watching the two of them playing in the waves and laughing. When it was my turn I had just as much fun with Matt as it appeared Faith had been having.

Matt looked back at the beach and said, "Look Grandpa!"

CRISIS

I looked back and thought my heart would stop. A crowd was gathered around Faith. We rushed out of the water and as we approached I heard a siren and saw an emergency vehicle headed across the sand.

Matt and I watched as they worked to save her life. One of the EMT's asked me questions and soon she was in the back of an ambulance and headed for the hospital. We followed in my car. I called Melissa from the car. Her secretary took the message. Matt stopped crying when we got to the hospital. I called Karen and told her Matt was ok and we were at the hospital. She said she'd meet us there. Matt was strong for such a small young boy. He held my hand and said, "We need to be strong now. Grandma needs us to be strong."

We were strong. Faith had a stroke while she lay on the beach. Now, in the hospital, she was having trouble with the left side of her body and trouble talking. Matt held her hand and kept telling her he loved her and that she was "gonna get better." I held her other hand and hoped he was right. All the wires and tubes in her arms and things scared me. Every time a machine beeped I jumped.

I called Mike and told him. Karen walked in half an hour later, with food for her self, Matt and me and flowers for next to Faith's bed. Faith rewarded all of us with a smile. Half an hour later Melissa walked in with sandwiches for us. Mike called at eight to ask how his Mom was doing.

Karen took Matt home just after eight. The nurses shooed Melissa and me out and sent me home soon after. I was back the next morning. Faith's verbal ability was back but she was having lots of muscular problems. She couldn't get her left leg or arm to do exactly what she wanted them to do.

The hospital people talked to us about the next few weeks and they let me take her home. She had appointments at physical therapy three times a week and a neuro appointment every Thursday.

It took two weeks but we got things coordinated and Matt got taken care of as well as Faith. Her walking didn't get much better. With a walker she could get to the bathroom, but her days of being the chief cook and bottle washer were over. She became the supervisor in the kitchen and Matt and I became her hands. 

He was great. He was a real help with the chores and even better at being right beside his Grandma, holding her hand, reminding her to drink water, changing the channel on the TV and telling her all about his days at school.

Karen began spending more and more of her evenings with us. Two weeks before Thanksgiving she sat with us at dinner and said, "I'd like us all to think about something. It might help all of us."

Matt said, "If it helps, I wanna."

Karen went on, "You watch Matt every day. He loves being here and helping. I love being here too, but I worry about stressing you Faith." 

Faith shook her head. She said, "I like having Matt here."

"We spend more time here than at our apartment. Last night I was thinking about it and realized I keep the apartment so Mike can be here whenever he wants, without bumping into us."

I said, "Mike doesn't visit. He calls once a week, on Sunday just before football comes on TV."

Faith said, "Move in."

My mind went speeding through all that would need to happen to make that reality. It was a short list. Clean out the two bedrooms I'd been using for storage and an "office". Buy more groceries. Add a phone line for Karen. Hire someone to move their stuff.

I said, "Good idea! Let's do it!"

"You should think it over. This is a big step. Having the two of us living here will add to the stress."

"And the love." Faith said. Matt and I nodded. We made a list of what needed to happen. I hired the movers and a team to clean up their apartment after they were out. She got new phone service and bought groceries. I changed their address at the school. I got rid of fifteen years of accumulated crap from the two rooms they moved into.

By Sunday after Thanksgiving they were in. Mike had declined the invitation to Thanksgiving Dinner and none of us told him about the move. When he called that Sunday Matt answered the phone. When Mike said "Hello" Matt held the phone out and said, "It's my Dad. Anyone want to talk?"

MIKE

I took the phone. "Hi, Mike."

"What's that attitude all about?" Mike asked.

"What do you think it's about?"

"Someone's been poisoning Matt against me!"

"I don't think so. In fact, I don't think your name has been spoken around here in weeks. We don't even know where you live. When was the last time Matt saw you, face to face?"

"You know I'm really busy."

"Yes. We've been told. Would you like your weekly medical report on Faith?"

"I'd like to know how Mom's doing, yes."

"She walks with a walker. Her speech is as good as it's likely to get. She can and does talk with us every day. Matt takes good care of his grandma. They spend hours together every day. What else do you want to know?"

"What do you, Mom and Matt want for Christmas?"

"You want an honest answer?"

"Yes, of course." He said.

I paused and said, "I'd like you to come home, spend a day making you Mother believe you want to be with her, your son believe you love him and me believe you aren't the self centered ass I think you are right now."

The line was quiet for many seconds, then I heard the click. His answer was loud and clear. I returned the phone to its cradle and turned. Matt, Karen and Faith were standing there.

"What did he say?" Faith asked.

"Nothing. He hung up."

A tear slipped from Faith's eye. Matt saw it and said, "It's Ok, Grandma. We all love you. We're a family." He hugged her. Karen and I joined him and we all hugged. I took them all out to dinner. When we got back to the house Faith was exhausted. I helped her to bed, got her in and kissed her good night. Matt came in and kissed her good night too. The two of them said their nightly prayers together every night since they moved in.

I knew Matt said his prayers with Karen, too. He was a very good boy.

After Faith and Matt were in bed Karen and I watched TV for a while. I muted the commercials and asked, "What would you and Matt like for Christmas?"

She gave me a short list of things for Matt: games, clothes and books. Then she was quiet.

"You haven't said anything about Karen."

"I can't. I don't need anything, really. You take such good care of us, I don't need anything."

"I don't remember asking what you NEED for Christmas. I seem to remember using the word want."

"Please, don't press me on this. There is only one thing I want and I cannot, will not, ask for it."

"Ok. I won't ask. Any ideas about what we can get for Faith?"

"None. Let me ask her when you aren't around, maybe she'll tell me what she'd like."

We finished watching the program and went to our bedrooms. I slid into bed beside Faith and she stirred but didn't wake. I listened to her breathe and fell asleep. I wasn't going to say what I wanted either. I wanted sex.

Faith had invited me inside since her stroke but when we actually attempted it, it created spasms in her legs that scared both of us. Since those three attempts I had resorted to masturbation, sitting in my car in the garage. It was a release, but it wasn't what I wanted. I knew it wasn't what Faith wanted either. 

A week before school let out for Christmas break Karen's parents called and asked if she and Matt could or would come for Christmas. She talked it over with us and said, "Yes." 

Matt was very excited. Karen's parents live out in the country on a farm and he would be able to ride a horse and see pigs, a cow and their three dogs. Faith convinced Karen that we would be great with a quiet Christmas. She gave Karen our digital camera and begged her to take lots of pictures to share with us when they returned.

Karen got off work for the twenty-first through the twenty-seventh. We watched as they packed suitcases and made phone calls home. On the twentieth I drove Karen to work and took Faith with me. On the way home we stopped and had Karen's car serviced. I had them replace two tires in the process.

The next day we kissed them good-bye and watched Karen and Matt drive away.

Transition

That night I ordered dinner delivered and we spent a quiet evening together. By nine Faith was tired and we completed our evening ritual for bedding down. I got Faith into bed and covered.

She looked at me and said, "Come to bed, please."

I stripped down to my boxers and snuggled in with her.

"Matt usually prays with me. Since he isn't here, would you?"

I clasped my hands together with her inside my arms and I prayed out loud for the first time since Faith's stroke.

"God, Nick here. I don't usually talk out loud to you, but this is an occasion. Matt and Karen are with their other family. Thank you for the blessings in my life. Faith is here with me, warm and loving. Matt is a great kid. His Mom is more like our own daughter than a daughter. Every day I thank you that they choose to be with us. I thank them, too. I hope your plan is for us to be together for many years. I hope we can all maintain the health we have and the willingness to do what we can to be happy and healthy. Amen."

Faith had watched my face all the time I prayed. She was quiet for a while after I was done.

Then, she spoke. "God, Thank you for Nick. Thank you for Karen and Matt. Thank you for Melissa. I love them all. Thank you for Mike, too. He is a lesson to me, one I would not have chosen, but hope I am learning from. God, I don't often ask for a blessing. My life is full of blessings. I'm asking for one." She paused, took three long breaths and continued. "God, find a way for Nick to fully love Karen and Karen to love Nick..."

My mind raced. Was she saying, asking for, what I thought she was asking for?

"I know my stroke was and is a lesson for me. It has been hard on all of us. Mike's behavior has been a big part of the lessons, too. Karen needs physical affection. I can feel it from her. I know Nick needs it, too, and not just a place to masturbate. They both need to love each other completely. Find a way, God. I trust you. Amen."

She snuggled in closer to me and whispered, "Please don't talk. Just listen. You'll know what to do when the time comes." 


Legacy of Faith Ch. 01



Five minutes later she was asleep. At four in the morning I was still awake. Karen had lived with us and I had not once thought of her as a realistic sexual partner. I had wondered why Mike left such a beautiful woman, wondered if the story he told about why was truth or fiction. She was always modest around us and around Matt. Faith wanted us to become lovers.

Somehow I did go to sleep. At about eight, Faith woke me getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. She asked for French Toast for breakfast and then for a nice drive north along the coast. It was after ten when we left home. Three and a half hours later we were in Santa Barbara. I drove us out onto the pier and we wrapped in blankets and sat together watching the boats and birds. We stayed for dinner on the pier and then drove less than a mile and stopped at a good hotel for the night.

We snuggled again and shared our prayers again. Faith's was almost a word-for-word repeat of the night before. This time I talked afterwards.

"If I do what you ask, I'll be breaking our vows."

"Vows can be changed. You won't be cheating. I want this for both of you. You both need this."

"What about you? What do you need?"

"Not sex. I haven't lubed in months. I'm not horney. Having you hold me like this is wonderful, and enough."

"I could give you oral. Play down there with my fingers like we used to do."

"I started to masturbate once. As soon as I started getting close my left side started spasms and I almost fell out of bed. No, Thanks."

We talked for an hour or so. The result was that she was Ok with having no sex drive and better than Ok with Karen and I being lovers.

The next day we drove home, Cambriaw and easy. We stopped in Malibu for lunch. We watched people on surfboards with sails for over an hour, then we moved farther south.

When we got home there was a black Dodge pick-up parked out front. I helped Faith into the house and we found Mike sitting in the living room. He looked up and asked, "How long have Matt and Karen been living here?" He asked in a soft voice. I noticed tear tracks on his face. In his hands he held a picture Matt had drawn. 

At the top it said, "Our family". There were drawings of me, Faith, Karen and Matt. Each was labeled: "Grandpa, Grandma, Momma and me."

He put the drawing on the coffee table. I helped Faith to the couch. Mike moved over and she sat beside him.

"I missed you, Mike." She said.

"I've missed you too." He answered. He looked up at me and said, "Last time we talked I was so angry I couldn't speak. First, I was mad at you! But the longer I thought about what you said, the more I knew you were right. I've been an ass, a self-centered ass! I want to fix things, between us and with Karen and Matt."

Faith looked at him and said, "I love you. Always have. As of right now you and I start fresh. No apology needed, no penance either."

I said, "That goes for me, too. There is no way you can atone for the past, so as a gift, we wipe it clean. Starting now!"

The next hour was spent sharing what his life and confusion had been about. His allowing himself to get full of himself and realizing what it had cost him. The talk and emotions wore Faith out. Mike was willing to sit and talk with us for hours but I pointed out that Faith needed rest. He helped her to her feet and gave her a long, gentle hug with many soft, "I love you's whispered. A quick hug with me and he turned to go.

He asked, "Can I come back in the morning and take you to breakfast?"

"You can spend the night, if you'd like." I offered.

"No. I've got a couple things I need to do before breakfast. I'll be here about nine, Ok?"

"Sure" we both said. He hugged us again and left. We went to bed happy. Mike was back and wanted to be. We both slept well.

Morning came, Christmas Eve day, filled with promise. We dressed and waited for Mike. Nine o'clock came and went. At five minutes to ten we heard the doorbell. Faith watched from the couch as I went to the door. A uniformed police officer stood on our porch.

"Are you Mr. Peterson?" he asked. I nodded.

"Is Mike Peterson your son?" I nodded again.

"Sir, he's been in an accident. He's at General Hospital and in surgery right now."

"How bad is he?" Faith called out from the couch.

"I don't know, Missus."

"We'll go to the hospital immediately." I said. "Thank you for telling us what happened and where Mike is."

I gathered Faith's things and we headed for the hospital. Since we didn't know much, we didn't say much.

At the hospital I saw six wheelchairs available so we left Faith's walker in the car and I rolled her into the hospital. We found the waiting area and were told more about what had happened. Mike had been leaving a flower shop when a semi truck slammed into his truck. The driver of the semi didn't stop because he was having a heart attack. The impact knocked Mike out, broke some ribs, punctured a lung and the fire burnt him pretty badly. They expected him to be in surgery for three more hours.

At Faith's request we rolled her to the chapel. I stepped out and called Karen and filled her in on Mike. She cried and then told me she needed to think. She promised to call me back in a few minutes. I called Melissa, Mike's sister, and told her the story too. She screamed and said she was on her way.

I checked on Faith and returned to the hallway to wait for Karen to call.

Another Transition

When my cell rang I suddenly knew what she was going to say. I answered and she said it. "I'm in my car, headed for the hospital. I'm not coming to be supportive of Mike. I'm coming for you and Faith. Matt is staying with my folks."

"Ok. Were on the second floor surgical waiting room or in the chapel."

"Got it! Nick, I love you."

Before I could say anything the line went dead. I stood in the hallway holding the phone to my ear for a long time. She'd never said those words to me before.

Two hours passed. I sat in the chapel with Faith and held her hand as she prayed, meditated, dozed or whatever. My thoughts were about the past, about the accident and about the future. The future was very fuzzy.

A nurse found us and asked us to come back to the waiting room. We went. A doctor met us there a few minutes later. He was in scrubs and had a white coat over the scrubs. He looked tired. As he entered the waiting room I stood. Faith grabbed my hand and held on tightly.

"Mr. and Mrs. Peterson?" We nodded. "There's no easy way to say this and no way to hear it that isn't terrible. Your son was badly damaged in the accident and we did everything we could to save him. However, the damage to his lungs was too severe and he is gone. I'm very sorry."

Faith started to cry and suddenly slumped in the wheelchair. The doctor went into action and very quickly a team was assisting him move her to a room and treatment. After three or four minutes he said, "She's had another stroke. It will be a while until we know how much damage has been done."

I sat in the hallway outside her room as the nurses and doctors did their best for her. I was stunned and in shock. When Karen found me she sat next to me and held my hand. A nurse had helped her find me and had filled her in on everything. When a doctor came out he said, "Mrs. Peterson is awake and can speak. The damage appears to be to just her left side. She's have difficulty moving her arm and cannot sit up without assistance. She wants to see you both. Please, don't stay long. She needs to rest."

We went in. Faith was hooked up to machines and had a hose under her nose. We got close and each kissed her and held her hands.

"Listen to me, both of you." She said, in a whisper. "You'll all need each other more than ever now. The four of you can be a strong family. Karen, I want you to let yourself love Nick. I know you already love him. I also know he loves you. Nick, I love you and know you have devoted your life to loving and taking care of me. Thank you. You have been a wonderful husband and father. Tell Melissa I'm sorry I couldn't wait. Tell her I love her, too, and I understand her loving you. Tell Matt Grandma loves him and my being gone doesn't change that and never will. Hold to each other, be a family, all of you."

Her eyes closed and the lines on the screen by her bed stopped wiggling. A tone sounded, then an alarm. We were moved and a team worked hard to bring her back. They failed. I knew they would fail. She was done. She left.

While Karen and I stumbled through all the paperwork we didn't say anything about what Faith had said at the end. Melissa arrived and we grieved with her. She stayed with us and went home with us. I slept on the couch. I couldn't get into our bed alone.

When I woke up in the morning, Christmas morning, Karen was snuggled against me under a blanket. I was still dressed from the day before and Karen was in sweats. Melissa made breakfast and we three stumbled together through the day. After lunch Melissa headed home with instructions to stay in touch so we could coordinate the two funerals. We talked to Matt on the phone but didn't tell him his Grandma was gone or anything about his Dad. It was Christmas.

I think Karen cooked dinner. I think we ate. I'm not sure. What I am sure of happened three days later, after the funeral. We had one. The memory is fuzzy, but I do remember being at the funeral. Faith and Mike were buried after a single service, in graves next to each other. When I bought the plots years before, I bought four. In our state they allow two burials in each site. I had figured one site for Faith and me, one for Melissa and her husband, one for Mike and his wife and one for our third child and his or her spouse. We never had a third child.

When we got home from the funeral and burials our friends and family gathered for a few hours to eat and grieve with us. Melissa, Karen and I started to come out of the fog by the time people left. We were pretty well cried out, pretty well ready to take a breath and begin letting life go on. The hole left by Faith in my heart would not ever be filled. I knew it. We had enough friends in our age group who had lost spouses, parents and even some children who knew about the empty spots from personal experience.

One or two had said things during the afternoon meant to help me begin to heal. I didn't know if they helped, but I love them for the effort. Melissa supervised the clean up before everyone had gone home, so when we were the three left in the house the house was clean and the fridge full. 

I plopped in the middle of the couch. Melissa sat to my left and held my hand as we just sat. Karen came into the room from one of the bathrooms and looked at us.

"Do I look as tired as that?" She asked.

We looked up at her and said, "Yup." I extended my right arm and she sat next to me. My arm gathered her close and she snuggled against me. 

Minutes later Melissa said, "I think I should quit my job."

I turned and faced her a little more directly and asked, "Why? I thought you liked your job."

"Mom took care of all of us for years. For the last two you've taken care of her. I should be here. I should be taking care of you. It's my job now."

Karen stood up, walked around to stand in front of Melissa. She knelt and took Melissa's free hand in hers.

"I want you to let me do that. I want your permission to live here, raise my son, love and care for Nick for the rest of his life."

"You... love my Dad?"

"Yes."

Melissa held my hand and Karen's for a long time. I waited until I could no longer be quiet.

"Before Faith left she asked us to love each other. She asked me to love Karen and Karen to love me. She also wanted the four of us to be a family. It was her dying wish that we share the love we have for each other."

"Then, I give you permission. You don't need my permission, but you asked for it, so, I give it." She leaned to me and kissed my cheek. She leaned to Karen and kissed her cheek. Then she stood up, saying, "I need to pee."

When the bathroom door closed Karen said, "That was the hardest thing I've ever done."

"I don't love you because Faith asked me to. I don't love you because you need me. I've loved you, by my choice, from the day Mike first brought you home. I love Matt, too." Tears slid down my cheeks and Karen's.

"I loved how you and Faith welcomed me in and loved me. When Mike and I had problems, you didn't take sides you just loved us both."

Melissa came out of the bathroom and said, "How do you love him?"

"What?"

"I've been loving him like a daughter."

Karen hesitated, then said, "I love him as a wife, a partner, a best friend and a lover. Although some of that is still in the future."

"So, you haven't slept together?"

"We have slept here on the couch together, but we haven't had sex. We aren't lovers, yet. We aren't partners yet, either. Nick has been my best friend for a long time. I don't know if I'll ever be his wife in the eyes of the law, but I already am in my own eyes."

Melissa looked at us and said, "We have a big drive ahead in the morning. We need to go get Matt and bring him home. So I recommend the two of you go to bed in Karen's room and I get you up at six. Ok?"

We did just that. In the morning Melissa knocked on the door loudly and announced, "Breakfast will be on the table in ten minutes. Be dressed and ready to go."

We were a couple of minutes late. Not because we were fooling around, we just hadn't been together long enough to be able to move around the bathroom without getting in each other's way. I did see a lot of distractions and scenic delights as we got ready, but I didn't do anything except sight-seeing. 

As we drove to the farm we talked. Our situation was not what everyone around us would call normal. Karen was young enough to be my daughter. I was her son's grandpa. What could we say to Karen's parents and sisters?

Melissa said, "Maybe the thing to do is move."

"Huh?" Karen asked.

"If we move then it isn't as weird. None of the neighbors will know about the past. It's a man with his two daughters and a grandson. Enough people get divorced and move back in with a parent that it won't raise an eyebrow."

"You'd move, too? You'd lose your job." I said.

"No. I'm thinking you three could move to where I live. We can get a house big enough for all of us and I can keep my job. What do you think?"

"I like it." I said. "Living in my house, Faith's house, would be really hard for me and I think it would be hard for Karen to move into Faith's space too."

"It would. When we were in my bed last night I thought about that. I wondered if you were gonna want me to move into her old bedroom."

"No. I'll probably never sleep in there again, ever."

We were quiet for fifty miles or so. Then Melissa said, "If were gonna live together I have to tell you both something. It may change your minds about moving in with me."

Revelation

"What is it?" I asked.

"Dad, I'm living as a lesbian. I've never been really interested in being in a relationship with a man. I've dated men and even slept with a few but... it was so I fit in. Right now I'm not in a relationship, but if the right woman comes along..."

"If the right woman comes along, you'd like to be." I said. She nodded.

"Since we're confessing, I think I should, too." Karen said. "I don't know what Mike told you was the reason for our divorce. I doubt if he told you the truth."

I said, "He told us that because you had your uterus removed you had lost your sex drive and wouldn't have sex with him anymore."

"I thought as much. That lie served him well and preserved his manhood status, too bad it wasn't the truth."

"What was the truth?" Melissa asked.

"After I miscarried twice I had to have a hysterectomy. The hormone therapy did mess with me a lot but not the way Mike described it. After I healed from the surgery we resumed an active sex life. Mike really liked bareback sex. Since I couldn't get pregnant Mike got it in his head that we could be swingers with no threat that I'd have some other man's baby. To keep peace, I agreed to go to a swingers party with him."

"And?" Melissa asked.

"And, at the party there was plenty of wine and music. Everything was social and fun for a while then clothes started coming off and people started doing each other. Mike went to a couch with a woman we knew from our neighborhood and she sucked on him. Another woman came over to me and asked if we could kiss. I didn't know what to do. I'd never kissed a woman before. As I hesitated she kissed me."

"And, you loved it!" Melissa said. She was smiling. Karen kept her eyes on the road and said, "The first time she touched my breasts I came!"

"How far did you go?" Melissa asked.

"When Mike noticed us we were both naked and my face was in her puss. Her hands and face were in mine. He noticed us because I was screaming."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"Right then, nothing. I found out he fucked two other women at the party and he got really drunk and passed out. I got him home and into bed. The next day he didn't talk to me at all. That was a Saturday. On Sunday morning he went to church. When he got home he said we were getting a divorce. He also said I was evil, a slut whore and a lesbian."

Melissa said, "You aren't a lesbian, are you?"

"I think the proper term or label for me would be bi-sexual."

I found myself letting my breath out, noticing for the first time that I had been holding it.

Karen looked away from the road for a couple seconds, into my eyes and said, "I want to have sex with you. Tender loving sex and wild monkey sex, too!"

She looked back at the road and we were quiet for a few miles. 

"Nick, Honey, how would you be if I had sex with Melissa, too?"

A few more miles passed in silence. My mind raced through a hundred thoughts and scenarios. I opened my mouth twice and nothing came out. Then I got it to work and said, "Please get off the highway for a minute."

She took the next possible exit and it put us on a two lane country road miles from any building, any people. She stopped the car. I was sitting in the back seat. I opened the door and got out. As I did I said, "Please, get out."

They both got out. We met on the driver's side. I faced them both. I don't know if it was premeditated or spontaneous but they held hands as they waited for me to speak.

"Karen, I love you. With or without the wedding I will love you for the rest of my life. If you leave me, I will love you. If you stay with me, I will love you." I turned a little and faced Melissa. "Melissa, I have loved you since before you were born. I love you today, tomorrow and for the rest of my life. Whatever label you have isn't important to me. I want you to be happy, to be loved and to be loving. If you love Karen love her completely. Karen, if you love Melissa, love her completely. If you love me, love me completely."

I leaned to Karen and held her face in my hands as I kissed her. My tongue touched her lips and she surrendered herself to me. Her arms went around me and she pressed her body to mine.

When the kiss ended I knew she had felt my erection pressed to her. She smiled at me and turned to Melissa. They kissed and I thought I might need a fire extinguisher. It was a very hot kiss to watch. Both women moaned.

When their kiss ended Melissa turned to face me. She said, "For this crazy marriage to work I have to finish my confession."

"Ok. Confess."

"When I was in seventh grade I saw you and Mom making love. Not only having sex but the way you were with each other every day. It was incredible! None of the boys or men I was ever with were as loving as you. I've lived as a lesbian because I've been so disappointed in the men I've met. I've only loved one man in my life. You."

She held my face in her hands and we kissed. The instant our lips touched I knew it was not a daughter-daddy kiss. It was a woman to man kiss, filled with long hidden thoughts and dreams, promises and hopes. As we kissed Karen pressed against my back, wrapped her arms around both of us. Her left hand found and squeezed my erection. 




Legacy of Faith Ch. 01



A truck drove past us and honked. It shattered the private moment we were having. We got back into the car and headed for Karen's parent's farm.

"I want to be clear and I need to be clear before Matt is in here with us. Karen and I are married, making me both grandpa and dad to Matt. You two are lovers. Melissa and I are..."

"Married." Melissa said. "Dad, I will call you Dad all the rest of your days. Every time you hear it, translate it to husband, lover, Honey, Sweetheart or whatever you'd like. Calling you Dad makes it easier for the world to let us be together. We'll need a four bedroom house. Each of us gets a bedroom. I doubt if all four will be occupied on the same night. I plan to sleep with Karen, to sleep with you and to love both of you. I'm Ok with it always being one on one, but anytime you'd like a threesome, just let me know."

Karen pulled off the highway and three miles later we saw her parent's farm. Matt was sitting on the gatepost, waiting for us. After the appropriate hugs and kisses we drove to the big farmhouse. Karen's Mom was sitting on the porch watching us drive up.

Karen's mom's name is Ann. Dad is Walt. Walt was working somewhere on the farm. As we approached Ann called him on the radio and he headed for the house. We went inside and the women began setting the table for the feast farm people call lunch. Matt and I went back out on the porch and he said, "My Dad's dead, huh?"

"Yes. He and grandma both died the same day."

"Good! That way they can be together in Heaven. I'm glad they could go together. It would be scary to go alone."

He had processed the events and had them come to a satisfactory closure. I knew there would be more conversation later about what happened and why. I let him know we could talk about it any time.

He asked, "When we get home, it'll seem weird without grandma there."

"We've been talking about that. Let's go inside and as we eat we can talk to the whole family about the future."

"Ok. I'm hungry!"

When we got settled at the table, food was passed and we began to eat. I said, "Matt asked about the future. I said we should probably talk about it over lunch. So, here's our thinking, so far. I don't want to live in the house any more. There are too many reminders that Faith filled that house with her love, her care, her essence. I haven't thought about where to move. To be honest I thought I'd be the first to go. So, Melissa thought we could move to Cambria, where she lives. She can keep working where she works, Matt can have the three of us as parents, we can get a big house, with room for all of us. I like the idea. Karen likes the idea."

Walt said, "We kind of thought Karen and Matt would be coming here."

Karen took her Dad's hand and said, "Dad, if I come home here, I go back to being your daughter, your little girl. I need to be an adult. If I move back here you guys become Matt's parents. I've done some reading about family dynamics and as much as we say it wouldn't be that way, it would."

Ann had eyes full of tears as she said, "Cambria is closer than you were. We could come visit easier."

"We can come here more often, too." I said.

"Then, it's settled. I like settled much better than when things are up in the air." Walt said.

Matt asked, "Do I get my own room?" All of us nodded. He asked to be excused. When he got the "Yes" he went out to say good-bye to the animals. We cleaned up the meal and gathered Matt's things for the trip home. As we loaded into the car Walt called me aside and handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Taking Karen in, loving her and Matt is a gift to them and not an obligation. Moving isn't going to be free. We want to participate. Karen is right. If she moved home she'd have to give up part of being an adult. We don't want that. I'm glad she has a good man, you, to watch her be an adult."

"Thank you. Thank you both. The way I see it, we're family and we all participate." I tucked the envelope in my pocket and went back to the car. Karen and Matt were in the back seat. Melissa rode shotgun. I got in the driver's seat and started the car. We all waved and left the farm.

Before I got to the highway Karen said, "Dad gave you an envelope."

"Yup. They want to participate in the move. I'm pretty sure it's a check."

"How much?" Matt asked.

"I don't know. I didn't look."

When we got home I looked. I was glad I was sitting down when I looked. The check was for $100,000. I showed it to Melissa and Karen after Matt was in bed. He didn't need that information. The next morning Melissa drove home. I spent time on the Internet looking at homes in and around Cambria. By the time Melissa got home I had called two realtors and had good conversations about possibilities.

When Matt was getting ready for bed that first night home Karen explained some things to him. I overheard.

"Grandpa can't sleep in his old bedroom any more. He slept in there with grandma for many, many years. Now it makes him sad to go in there."

"I'd let him sleep with me, but my bed's too little."

"I have a big bed." Karen said.

"Then Grandpa should sleep with you."

It was settled. Matt kissed us both good-night and went to sleep.

An hour later we went into Karen's bedroom. I noticed that Karen had moved some of my clothes into her closet and she told me the top two drawers of the chest of drawers were filled with my stuff.

She stood in front of me and moved in just close enough that her breasts touched my chest.

"Could I interest you in helping me undress?"

"Yes. I've thought about undressing you since the first time I saw you in a bathing suit."

"Do you remember the suit?"

"A yellow thong that barely held your breasts in and showed me all your butt."

"And when it got wet?"

"You were naked, yellow naked."

"Good memory. I remember you got hard faster than Mike did. Faith noticed. She thought it was cute."

"How do you know what she thought?"

"Girls talk."

I had unbuttoned her blouse and it opened to reveal a lacy skin colored bra. For nearly thirty years I had contented myself with only touching Faith's "A" cupped breasts. Now Karen stood before me with her much larger breasts covered only in lace.

I reached for her chest. She stopped me. "I'd like to show you the whole outfit before you take it off me."

I dropped to my knees and helped her remove the pants she had worn all day. As they slid to the floor I saw matching skin colored lace panties. She stepped out of the pants and then turned, showing me that the panties were thong panties. She twisted so I could still see her butt and she could see my face and said, "Last time you saw my butt it was Ok to look, but not to touch. It's Ok to touch me now."

My hands seemed to find their way to her cheeks without help from my conscious mind, only my desire. I drew her to me and kissed her on both cheeks. She giggled and asked, "A kiss on both cheeks! Does that make it a French kiss?"

As I stood up I laughed with her. I held her face in my hands and kissed her mouth. Lips parted, our tongues danced together and found joy in the silent dance. Somehow the bra disappeared and my hands found and enjoyed their first encounter with Karen's wonderful breasts. "Oh Nick, I've wanted you to hold me like this."

We had gone into Karen's bedroom at about ten. Standing by the bed, mostly undressed, kissing and exploring each other I happened to notice the clock. It showed 11:43pm. I returned my attention to her. She whispered close to my ear, "I want you inside me... please."

She turned down the covers on the bed and we took our dance horizontal. When my lips touched her nipple she said, "Start softly and then get rougher." Her hands wrapped around my head. The feel of her, responding to my touch, my lips, my tongue was as exciting as anything I had ever experienced. I experienced physical split personality. My lower half wanted to shove inside her and pound hard for the few seconds it might take for me to blow my wad. My head and heart wanted to go slowly, tenderly and take hours to get us both to the orgasms we wanted to share.

I had forgotten, I wasn't in charge.

"Be inside me, Nick. Fill me up! Make me yours!"

She wrapped her legs around my hips and helped me deep inside her. For our first time, we made the wonderful wet noises of joining. She said, "Yes! That's what I've waited for!"

I pulled back, a little. Her feet pressed against my butt and pushed me back inside as deeply as I could go. Again and again we moved together. She pinched my nipples and held my arms as I thrust into her sweet body. Our eyes were locked on each other.

She said, "Oh, Nick! I can feel it coming! Cum with me! Fill me!" I sped up and felt my juices rise as well. We slammed together until her body froze and pressed me as deep as I would go! Spurt after spurt of my stuff shot into her. She moaned from deep inside and I grunted.

Later, she helped me roll to one side while keeping me inside her wetness. We kissed and held each other for a long time. I shrank until I slid out of her. When that happened she immediately went into action. She untangled from my arms and legs and ran to the bathroom. She came back quickly with a warm, wet cloth in her hand and another one pressed to her pussy. 

She cleaned me, first with the cloth and then with her mouth. I pulled her back onto the bed and pulled the cloth from her pussy.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "Our juices will get the bed all wet."

I moved and positioned her puss right over my mouth. "I doubt I will let that happen." I said.

"Oh, my God!" Karen said, as my mouth touched her open puss. She relaxed as the good feelings overwhelmed her thoughts. I loved the taste of her mixed with the taste of me. I held her legs open and feasted on her. 

When I felt her legs begin to quiver I used my tongue to flick gently on her clit. Her hands grabbed my hair and she said, "I'm cumming again!" She tensed and her legs clamped against my head. I did not stop, but continued to push her onward. 

A flood of her sweet nectar tried to drown me and failed. I drank deep of her and savored every drop.

When her spasms subsided I lay next to her and gently held her. I caressed her side and breast. When her eyes opened she looked at me and said, "That was incredible! Incredible!" I smiled. I agreed.

I got off the bed and gathered the sheet and blanket to cover us. Back under the covers we held each other and sleep joined us.

Suddenly the sound of Karen's alarm sounded at we both sat upright in bed. 'Too soon!' my brain screamed. 'Too soon!'

We jumped from bed and raced into the bathroom, together. Karen started the shower and I drained my bladder. We stepped under the water and washed each other, quickly but taking time to enjoy the exercise in intimacy.

We dried each other and moved back into the bedroom for clothes. A few minutes later we were ready to open the door and begin life as husband and wife. Just before I opened the door Karen kissed me and said, "I am your wife. I love you."

"I love you, too." I opened the door and discovered Matt standing in front of us.

He looked at us and asked, "Yesterday, you were my Grandpa. Now, Momma says she's your wife. Does that make you my Dad?"

I looked at Karen and back to Matt. Karen saved me having to answer. She said, "You had a Dad. He died. There is no law that says you can't have a new Dad. Nick can be your Dad or your Grandpa, but he can only be one or the other. Why don't you think about it and tell us at dinner which you choose?"

"I can tell you now! I want you as my Dad." He hugged me and I hugged him. When the hug ended he said, "What's for breakfast?"

"I'll make oatmeal. You go get ready for school." I said. Matt ran to his room.

"Someday he may need some time with a shrink." I said. Karen laughed. We made oatmeal and I took Matt to school. As he got out of the car he said, "See you after school, Dad." As if it was the most normal and natural thing he'd ever said. When I got home I realized I had driven home with a big grin on my face.



Legacy of Faith Ch. 02



We spent almost all of January getting the house ready to sell. In my mind I had begun calling it Faith's House. It seemed to make leaving it easier. We gave all of Faith's clothes and things to Goodwill, as well as some household goods, like our bed. We went to Cambria every weekend. By the end of the month two things were sure: Our house was on the market and we had bid on a house just outside of Cambria. 

Every trip to Cambria had us sharing Melissa's apartment. It saved us money but it made any "extra" activity between either woman and me, impossible. She lived in a one bedroom apartment. Melissa and Karen shared Melissa's bed. Matt slept in a sleeping bag in the living room and I got the couch. Either they didn't play while we were in Cambria or they found a way to be very quiet.

Matt and I watched the realtor pound in the sign in the front yard of Faith's house. "For Sale". It was February first. Open house was scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. The house was ready. 

Matt was excited and a little scared. "I don't have any friends in Cambria." 

Karen asked him how many friends he had on the first day of school when he started kindergarten. He said none. She asked how many he had now. He brightened and said, "Lots! I can make friends in Cambria, too!"

I asked, "How fast can you make friends in Cambria?" Friday evening we drove up and took Melissa to dinner. She was bursting to tell us something.

She made us wait until dinner was over then she said, "I've been promoted! You are looking at the new manager of the winery, retail division." Naturally, we celebrated.

On Saturday morning the realtor called us and said our bid on the house just outside Cambria had been accepted. We spent three hours doing paperwork to get the house into escrow. I think the word escrow really means, "A legal way to cause stress and anxiety over a major purchase." The seller wanted a sixty-day escrow. That suited me fine. It gave us sixty days to sell the old house. We put the money from Karen's family down.

The rest of Saturday was spent out at the house, measuring windows, rooms and making plans. The house had a big kitchen with commercial appliances. The original owner was a chef and had only the best in his kitchen. I wandered around the half acre of land with Matt while the ladies did what they did inside. The owners were there and talked with the ladies as they measured and planned.

When Matt and I came back inside the husband asked Matt if he would go out to the barn with him. Karen said it was Ok and Matt went. The door closed and Karen asked, "Can Matt have a dog?"

"Is there a dog in the barn?" I asked.

"There are six. A momma dog and five pups. Mr. Faruggio wants to give Matt his choice, as a gift."

"What kind of dog?"

"Lab." Mrs. Faruggio answered. I nodded. Karen kissed me and thanked me. Melissa kissed me too.

Mrs. Faruggio said, "We know enough about you folks to feel really good about you living here. Knowing one of our pups will stay too makes me feel good."

We followed Matt and Mr. Faruggio to the barn and met our new dog. He had already been named, by Matt. "Notte" was our new dog.

Mrs. Faruggio asked Matt why he named the dog "Notte." 

"Because Notte means night in Italian!" We all laughed. Notte was black.

When we went back to Melissa's apartment her phone rang just as my cell rang. I answered my cell. It was our realtor at home. Melissa answered her phone and spoke to the realtor's husband. The message was the same. There were three bids on the house. The first bid was at the asking price. An hour later another couple bid fifty thousand over asking. The third bid was a hundred ten thousand over asking price. I said, "Accept the bid that you're sure will be able to qualify and get the money. We need the house to close within sixty days."

The realtor said, "The final bid came with their loan qualifying papers for more than what they offered. They have the loan!"

"Sell! We'll be back Sunday night and can sign everything Monday."

We hung up the phones, shared the details and whooped around the apartment. Instead of the delivered pizza we had planned I took us all out to the Sow's Ear, a celebrated restaurant in town. 

Matt went to the restroom while we were at the Sow's Ear and while he was there we talked. Melissa said, "Karen, I have a favor to ask. I want to take Nick and run away for the rest of the night. You and Matt can have my apartment."

"What do we tell Matt?" Karen asked.

"I have a friend I need to visit. She's very reclusive and only wants Nick and me to visit. We'll be back in the morning."

"Ok. You Ok with the plan, Nick?"

"My imagination has taken off. I don't know, for sure, what this is all about, but I surrendered back near the end of the year, remember?"

Matt came back. Melissa saw him come out of the bathroom and held her cell phone to her ear until he was back. She explained about her friend and asked if I would go with her to visit. I said sure. We took Matt and Karen back to the apartment and got some clothes for Sunday. Melissa picked up a pre-packed suitcase and we were gone.

Melissa's parting words were, "If there's an emergency, we have cell phones. Please, don't have an emergency!"

She drove. Less than ten minutes later we parked at the Fogcatcher Inn. She checked us in to the room she had reserved. No sooner had the door closed than Melissa dropped her suitcase and stepped close to me.

"I probably shouldn't be, but I am scared. I've dreamed about this for years, almost half my life. I want to be perfect for you. I want you to love me."

"Nothing to be scared about. I've loved you since the day your mother said, "My period is late."

"That's not the love I mean. I mean the man-woman love, sex."

"Oh, that!" I smiled at her face, six inches from mine. "Let me be scared for both of us. I've got conversations buzzing around in my head you wouldn't believe."

"Part of me wants to call you Daddy... and part of me wants to call you Nick. What do you want?"

"I want both of us to shut up. We can stand here blabbing all night and never get into that beautiful bed. Turn down the lights, take care of whatever you need to do in the bathroom and then give me my turn. No more talking, Ok?"

She nodded, picked her suitcase up and went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and removed my shoes. I thought back to when she said she saw Faith and I together. Faith never liked being naked. Even when we were going to have sex she didn't like being naked. Her collection of sexy night clothes had included bustiers, corsets, long and short nightgowns, teddies and, of course, bras and panty sets. She liked me being naked, but never her.

Only the small bedside lamp shed any light in the room. It was on a dimmer and I had set it at just enough light to keep from bumping into things. The door to the bathroom opened and Melissa came out, wrapped in a robe from the hotel. I got up, headed for the bathroom and stopped standing in front of her. She held the robe tightly closed.

I kissed her and felt myself melting into her. My urge was to undress there, leaving my ripped off clothes in a pile and take her on the floor. Somehow I resisted the urge. The kiss ended. I did go into the bathroom and closed the door. I showered, shaved and did my nightly ritual. The difference was that this time I did all of it with an erection. When I was ready, I shut off the bathroom light and waited. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I opened the door.

Melissa was on top of the bed, wearing nylons, a bustier and a shiny black thong. She watched me as I walked to her and climbed onto the bed beside her. My first kiss was to her neck. She tilted her head back, allowing me total access to her neck.

My kisses moved all around her neck, up onto her face and found both ear lobes. She moved on the bed and made appreciative noises. When my hand touched her nylon covered thigh she moaned again. Ever so slowly I moved my hand up until it was on bare skin. 

Her response was to open her legs a little. I moved my hand up a little more and my kisses down across her chest, toward her left breast.

Her back arched, ever so slightly. I moved back to her face and our tongues danced. Holding her, touching and kissing her was very much like holding Faith back thirty or so years. Same body, same responses. This was not an exploration of a new lover. This felt like a revisit with a lover I'd loved and known forever.

I knew not to remove the thong. I pulled it to the side and kissed her most intimate places. Her juices flowed and I lapped them greedily. Her hands laced her fingers into my graying hair and drew me even deeper into her wetness.

My hands pulled the cups away from her small breasts and I held her breasts in my hands as I sucked the juices from her pussy.

She quivered and I knew just how close she was to release. I pulled back just far enough that my lips weren't touching her pussy and said, "Cum for me!" Then I sucked on her clit and she came! I drank as much as I could and held on for the ride as her body shook and trembled. She squeaked, screamed, moaned and made other unusual noises that were music to me.

As she started to calm she pulled at me, urging me up between her legs and into her body. Her hands guided me home and we kissed as we joined. It was slow and tender for a long while, building slowly until she pulled her legs up high and thrust back against me, harder and faster. Biology took over and the urge to deposit my seed demanded my cock attempt to deposit sperm onto her ovaries by getting as close as possible when I let them go.

Somewhere in Canada a bull moose probably heard my bellow and heard it as a challenge. I didn't care. Joining with Melissa flooded me with feelings I've loved since the first time I joined with her mother, over thirty years before. I returned to kissing Melissa and stayed inside her as long as I was able.

She rolled me onto my side and snuggled against me. Her hands and mouth played on my chest for a while. My blood pressure returned to normal and I tilted her face and began kissing her, again.

I was close to dozing off when she asked, "Can I talk?"

I nodded. She said, "We didn't use a condom."

My head jerked back and my eyes opened wide. I hadn't given birth control a single thought! The needed secrecy, privacy and plausible story about the three of us being together would be gone if Melissa got pregnant!

She giggled. "Stop worrying. I won't get pregnant. Right about the time that Matt was born I realized that the only man I ever wanted a baby with already had two. When I needed my appendix removed I got the surgeon to tie my tubes at the same time. She thought she understood why and did it. I won't have any babies."

"Everything else functions normally? You don't need hormone therapy?"

"Everything works! No hormone therapy and we can play as often as you want. We just need to make sure Karen gets taken care of too."

"I'm sure that can be pure pleasure for both of us." We held and relaxed together. Then I asked, "So why scare me by saying we didn't use a condom?"

"You were almost asleep. I wanted you awake and with me for a little longer before we sleep. I'm sorry I scared you, but I knew the scare wasn't real."

"You're forgiven." We kissed again and she asked, "Are you really Ok with Karen and I being lovers?"

"Worried I'll be territorial?"

"No, I don't think that's it. Our generation seems to be more tolerant of different attitudes about sex than yours. Neither of us wants you to be uncomfortable, especially around us."

"I've been looking at all my attitudes since Faith told me she wanted all of us to love each other. I was shocked when she said it. I guess I still am. I do love Karen and... I do love you. Given some time, I'm sure the three of us can raise a fine son and be a happy family together."

Melissa slept for a while and I'm sure I did too. It was still dark when my eyes opened again. I was being slowly and gently manipulated towards sexual activity. My hand touched hers as it was wrapped around my shaft, stroking.

"That didn't take long. I wondered how long it might take to wake you."

"Your gentle hand feels really good."

"You don't mind my waking you?" Her strokes became more vigorous.

"Not at all. Enjoy yourself."

She did. She told me how the men she had ever been with had been so focused on "getting off" that they didn't want to do anything that wasn't on the direct track to their orgasm. She had been manipulated towards an orgasm by a man, but he stopped short of getting her there and oral had only happened with me.

I asked about the women she had been with.

"Generally they have been of two types: the rough dyke who wants to play rough and the softer woman who will make foreplay last for hours. There are times when either can be the right choice and times when I need a certain touch to get it right."

"And tonight?"

"You need to ask? I've looked forward to this, just the way it was, ever since I was twelve. I grew up wanting to buy a bustier, just like Mom's. I wanted your hands to pull the cups away from my tits and pinch them. It was heaven, and better, it was real."

"I don't think Faith ever had a bustier just like yours."

"She didn't. She had a black one with pink ribbons on it. She had one that was orange and black that she wore on Halloween with orange stockings and panties and she had a pale pink one she wore with pale pink stockings."

"She had one other one, but she only wore it once. It was a deep purple and the cups detached. It was underwire and the wire poked her and drew blood. Next day it was gone forever."

"I found this in a shop in West Hollywood last time I was in L.A."

"Is this the only thing you bought?" I played with her nipple as she continued to stroke me. I was already plenty hard enough to penetrate her, but that wasn't an urgent goal.

"I may have a few more surprises for you and Karen. Let's get moved in and settled before we explore that, Ok?"

I nodded. She swung around and presented me with her open pussy. "Would you mind? I'd love some more kisses."

"How long do you want me to eat you?"

"Time? I don't have a dental appointment in the morning! Take your time."

"How many times do you want to cum?"

"I've cum two times in one night, once. I was exploring bondage and she teased me for hours. Let's just enjoy each other and not count, Ok?"

My hands held her lips open and I began. Slowly licking the edges of her pussy, savoring the smell and the heat. It wasn't long until a drop of nectar began to lengthen and I caught it with my tongue instead of letting it fall. In that process my tongue touched her opening edge and Melissa said, "Right there, Daddy. Lick me right there."

I wished, in that moment, for a tongue as long as my cock, which was being swallowed by Melissa. She shifted her body a little to facilitate thrusting against my face. I rolled us on our sides and kept licking. Her hands held my ass and I could feel her nose brushing against my pubic hair.

We rolled again and I was on top, thrusting slowly into her throat. I sucked her clit and worked two fingers into her channel. She was getting close. My fingers found her g-spot and rubbed it. She jumped and flooded my hand and face. Orgasm number one.

I didn't withdraw, just held still. After she took three deep breaths my fingers rubbed deep inside her again. She thrust her hips up and screamed! With my seven inches in her mouth and throat the scream wasn't very loud. Sweat beaded all over her body and she shuddered for a long time.

I rolled us again and she lay on top of me. My arms wrapped around her body and held her against me. Somehow we got covered with at least a sheet and we went back to sleep in that position.

Daylight was streaming in through a gap in the curtains when my eyes opened. I could hear the shower running. I joined my daughter under the stream of hot water. We washed and touched for quite a while. We took care of our morning rituals and dressed. Melissa put the bustier back on and said, "When I wear this I feel like you're holding me and I feel Mom approving of us. I like the feeling." 

I was tempted to help her undress and take her back to bed, but didn't. I wasn't worried about this being a one-night-stand. So, I kissed her, groped her a little, and walked hand in hand with her to the car. As Melissa drove I was quiet, thinking about her, Karen, Matt and our new lives.

When we neared her apartment she pulled to the curb. "Having second thoughts?" She asked.

"About loving you? No. I was just thinking about how we have to sort of invent what we're doing. I've never known anyone who lived intimately with two other people. How do we decide things? Am I the male authority figure and you are both my daughters who happen to sleep with me? We need to sit down and really talk. How do we answer the questions that will come up? We are investing the rest of our lives in this and I want both of you and Matt to be happy."

"Ok. Since I have your DNA and since we've already lived together most of my life, I agree, we need to talk. Here's some of my thinking." She took a breath. "The only time I will ever call you Daddy is when we're in bed. The rest of the time you are my husband. Karen is the widow of your son. That explains the name thing. Family decisions are made as a family. If we need a new car, we will talk it through until we have consensus. The division of labor will work out over time."

"I agree with almost everything you've been thinking. The agreement needs to be made with all three of us present, and Matt either at school or asleep. Once we are united, he'll get the dynamic very quickly."

She restarted the car and we went the final block to her apartment. We were met by Matt and Karen on the porch. "How's your friend?" Matt asked.

"Much better!" Melissa answered. I knew that was true. Her friend had received lots of tender and not so tender loving care.

By two in the afternoon we were on the road away from Cambria and headed home. Matt asked questions about raising a dog. Karen gave him some ideas on how he could learn about taking care of the dog. We talked about his responsibilities in keeping his dog healthy, happy and clean.

Another surprise awaited us at home. In our mailbox was a letter from Met-Life Insurance company. It was addressed to Karen. She opened it and discovered that Mike had been insured through his work and they were paying off. They had contacted the insurance for the trucking company as well and had a check for Karen from them.

When she got to the second page, where they listed the amounts of the two checks, Karen collapsed into a chair. Mike's policy paid off two point two million dollars. The trucking company's insurance paid an additional two point five million. Karen could have both checks deposited in her account by bringing the account information to the insurance company offices.

Matt wanted to know what had happened. We told him that his Dad's life insurance money had arrived and it meant "Notte" would get a brand new dog house. He got excited too and naturally had lots of questions about what color, where to put it and could he get other things for "Notte"?

When we got him settled down and back to normal life at home Karen and I talked. We sat at the computer and had pads of paper to scribble on and make notes. We got Melissa on the phone and talked to her.

The life insurance we had on Faith paid off our home and all our bills, buried her and put seventy thousand into my retirement account. Karen had no bills. Her car was eight years old. She had two credit cards that I paid off at the end of each month. Melissa had a good job and was saving or investing over three thousand a month. We were doing Ok without the insurance money. The house we were selling would almost pay for the one we were buying. We knew because we mapped it all out on paper. I scanned the work sheets and emailed them to Melissa as we worked.




Legacy of Faith Ch. 02



Suddenly it hit me. I raised both hands.

Karen said, "Stop Melissa. Nick's got his hands up. What does that mean?"

I answered, "It means this is all wrong. I apologize. Ever since you opened the envelope I've been acting crazy. This money is yours, Karen. The checks are to you. You don't need my input, my thoughts on how and where and why to spend or save or anything. You and Matt can live anywhere, do anything!"

"Nick's right. Karen, you and Matt are rich!" Melissa's voice added.

"No! And, I never want this to come up again. I love you both! I want to live with us as a family, wherever we live. This is our money, family money and if we do this right it's Matt's family's money when we're dead and gone."

My pencil danced on paper. When I looked up I was smiling. "Let's say we actually see just half the money. That's four point seven million in half. That leaves us with two point three five million. If we go to a bank they will give us a good rate on such a big sum. Lets just say five percent. We can have them send us a check for one hundred seventeen thousand a year forever."

"Forever?"

"Yes, because we never actually touch the money. That hundred and seventeen thousand is interest!"

"Oh my God!" Melissa said. "That's almost ten grand a month for doing nothing!"

"And, if we don't spend the money it goes back in and grows more money for us, as interest." Karen said.

We sat stunned for a while. Sanity came to all three of us from Matt. He walked in from his room and said, "I'm hungry."

The reality of day-to-day slammed back into us. Our thoughts kept racing but we cooked dinner, got things ready for school the next day, made shopping lists for the market and by ten Karen was in bed beside me.

"I'm a little worried." She said.

"About?"

"About the article I read once that people who win the lottery are broke within three years. They have no skills at managing big money. I close my eyes and see me in a dress costing five thousand dollars and without enough to buy Matt dinner!"

"Then, we take steps to prevent any of us from going nuts. If we each have a credit card with a limit and to spend more takes a family meeting, that should restrain our impulses."

"How big a limit?"

"Say we get nine thousand a month. We each have a two thousand a month limit. We never go over what's coming in and we each have plenty of spending money."

"Do we give back the hundred thousand my parents gave us?"

"I recommend we don't. They gave it from love, not really from our need. They want to participate and they want to feel included. When the time comes that they need some help, maybe we can take care of them somehow."

Karen shut off the light and turned her attention towards our bodies. Many kisses later she asked, "Is it possible to have multiple orgasms at home or just in a fancy hotel?"

"The answer is really up to you. Let's see if I can talk you into it."

She climbed on top of me and lowered her pussy to my face. Her hand gripped the headboard.

At first lick, I found her very wet and slightly swollen. I was in no hurry. Holding her hips felt wonderful. She wasn't heavy. Looking up at the undersides of her breasts was exciting, even in the dim light of the bedroom.

My mouth varied the stimulation I gave her. Licks, tongue pressure, probing into her vagina and teasing around and on her clit and lips. My lips helped push back the hood from her nub and her reaction was instantaneous, her back arched and she moaned, whispering, "I'll cum for you!"

My hands slid slowly up her sides and cupped her breasts. She pressed her chest against my hands and said, "Squeeze them!"

As I squeezed I sucked on her nub. She sat down on my face covering my nose and mouth with her wet pussy. I felt a bit of panic about dying, but knew I could lift her when I needed air. She shook, trembled and flooded my face with her juices as she came.

Her thighs clamped against my ears. I drank her juices and prayed she would lift up so I could breathe.

She leaned forward and broke the wet seal. I could breathe! She was still shuddering. I helped her lie back onto the bed and I crawled between her legs.

Her eyes looked up at me and she said, "Whatever you want, whenever you want."

"What I want is for you to cum again." I slid my cock along her slit pressing against her lips and clit as I rocked back and forth, staying outside her body.

"Inside me! Oh, Nick! Inside me!"

"Not yet! Wait for it!" Each stroke spread our combined slipperiness all over my cock and her vulva. I pressed harder against her clit. She arched. Her eyes opened wide and I slid inside her all the way!

As her mouth opened to scream I covered it with my hand. It would not be good to have Matt barge in thinking I was killing his mom. My hand muffled the first scream, my mouth covered the second. We stayed coupled for some time, moving ever so slightly and kissing each other.

We needed to change the sheets before we could sleep in the bed. There were three sets in the linen closet. Karen picked one and came back with it.

"We're buying all new linens." She meant it. I didn't argue.

Sheets weren't the only new things we bought. We didn't throw the old things away; we gave them to places where they would be used. Shelters for homeless and battered folk, drug rehab centers, my old computer went to a school. Our new home got new dishes, silver wear, pots and pans that matched, linens, beds, chairs and couches. "Notte" got a dog house made to look like our new house.

Karen decided to replace her car. It had just over two hundred thousand miles on it. She looked for a good place to give it away. She found it. The local high school auto shop teacher had a worthy student of the right age and circumstance. Karen gave the car to the teacher, who had the student overhaul it as his senior project. He did such a good job he was awarded the car at graduation. It looked brand new. Karen bought a two year old SUV. Plenty of room for all of us and Notte.

Karen took care of the inside of the house. Melissa helped with cooking and shopping. Matt and I did the yards and cars.

Just before their spring planting Walt and Ann came to visit. They had a great time. Walt spent time with Matt working with Notte, training him. It bonded the two of them as well. 

At the end of the school year Karen's sisters wanted to visit. She had spoken to and visited with them often since she married Mike, but since he died we hadn't seen them very much. I tried not to have that be about me being in her life. They didn't know how deeply I was in her life.

Karen has two sisters, Erynn and Kate, both older than her. Erynn two years older, Kate four. The three never have been able to go anywhere together without turning heads. One seldom if ever saw three women who looked more like triplets. I would have wagered that all three could wear each other's clothes. Probably could have shared make-up as well.

Erynn taught high school English. Kate taught History at a different high school. As I got to know them I was told they had a habit of calling each other every morning to make sure they didn't wear the same outfits. When they went to district meetings they stayed away from each other and always wore name tags. Over drinks one night Karen shared that once, when they were in high school, Erynn double booked herself on a Friday night. A football game at their school and a church dance in another town. Karen had gone on the dance date and the guy never knew it wasn't Erynn. At the time Erynn was sixteen and Karen was twelve!

That first visit lasted two weeks. It was great. Melissa and I had worried they might figure out what all was going on, but after they left we were pretty sure they didn't have a clue. Karen verified our suspicions.

The night they left the three of us played together in my bedroom. We didn't team up often but certainly enjoyed it when we did. That night I caught something that surprised me. Karen was being eaten by Melissa as I attended to her nipples and she stroked my cock. She softly said, "Oh Erynn, that's so good."

Melissa didn't react. I heard it and it got me thinking. There had not been a single sexual innuendo, joke or inference made while the sisters visited. There was more there in their past than they were telling.

"Earth to Nick! Earth to Nick!" Karen said. My surprise and thoughts had caused a droop in my attention. I returned to the joy at hand and we played to our mutual satisfaction. 

At breakfast the next morning Matt asked if Karen had hurt herself. She said, "No. Why do you ask?"

"You walk funny this morning." None of us laughed until after Matt had left the room. Karen was slightly bruised from the activities the night before.

Living with two wives cannot be called easy. I may need to amend that. Living in California with two women who think, believe and know in their hearts that they are your wives, lovers, partners and co-parents cannot be called easy. Maybe living with more than one wife is easier when there are cultural rules, laws and customs that define "how it should be." I am convinced that whatever the benefits of a society or cultural system that defines "how it should be" also limits artificially in ways we would not like. Working at having them feel wanted, needed, appreciated and loved is a full time job. I used the Internet to buy some books on polyamory, polyfidelity, and to read blogs and sites about loving more than one person at the same time. They helped me think about what we were doing and how to best make it work for us.

We settled into patterns that served us well. Melissa worked at the winery and loved her job. She helped Matt with his math homework and they read books together. Karen took care of the house and most of the cooking. We all helped around the house with taking out the trash, picking up after ourselves and doing whatever Karen asked us to help with. Matt and I did the outside work. We mowed the grass, tended the flower beds and the vegetable garden, kept the cars clean and maintained, and were thinking about painting the barn within the next year or so. I did some consulting using the computer, mostly on projects I had been part of when they were built.

During the school week, Sunday night through Thursday night, we made sure Matt got his homework done and check before dinner. After he was in bed the three of us talked, did projects around the house together or played. Most nights one of them slept with me. About once a week they "slept" together and I slept alone. We never set a pattern that could be charted on a calendar. I had read that in some poly homes the participants have a chart, "Karen on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Melissa on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, Sunday being ladies night". We didn't do that.

In our second year of living together we noticed that both Karen and Melissa were having their periods at the same time. For those four days the "who sleeps with whom" was decided by how each of them felt that night. 

One Saturday morning in our forth year of living near Cambria, Matt and I went to get our haircut. First Saturday of the month. We each sat in a chair in a barbershop we had not been in before and were draped with the cloth to keep hair off our clothes when the barber asked Matt, "Well, who's the guy you brought with you?" Pointing at me.

Matt said, "My Dad, Nick Peterson."

The man looked us over, noting the big gap in age and said, "That must be why you look so much like him."

"Nope. I look like him because when my Mom had me she was married to Dad's son. He died and Mom and I stayed with Nick. Now Nick is Dad."

"Oh." The man said, looking a bit flustered. It took a while for any conversation to resume and when it finally did the subject matter for the day changed and became sports. As Matt and I left the barber said, "Come back any time. You and your new Dad are always welcome."

Back in the car Matt asked, "Did I handle that Ok?"

"You did great. You told the truth."

"On TV they say tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I didn't tell the whole truth."

"Do you know how corn grows?"

"Sure."

"Tell me."

He started and I let him go for a minute. "I think you missed something. How does any one cell in the corn know whether it's gonna be a kernel a husk or a silk?"

"It's built into the DNA."

"You didn't say anything about DNA. Could it be that the words the whole truth really mean everything you need to know right now?"

"I get it! The barber didn't need to know how my first Dad, Mike, died or about Grandma. I told the whole truth he needed to know right then."

"Adults do that often. In the military they say you have the need to know. To drive this car do I need to know what the radiator does?"

"No. I don't know."

"I don't need to know. There are things I need to know. Like, what that pedal does when I push on it."

"It stops the car."

We were quiet until we got home. He looked up at me and said, "I know a lot of things most people don't need to know. Now I know why they don't need to know. Thanks Dad."

That night Karen and I attended a concert. We went to a very nice restaurant before the concert and I happened to see the barber and his wife. I mentioned to Karen that they were there and when we were close enough Karen thanked him for such good cuts.

He introduced us to his wife, "Marsha, this is Nick and his wife Karen. I gave their son Matt a haircut this morning. Remember, he explained how his first Dad died and Nick adopted him."

Karen shook the other woman's hand and corrected the story. "I was married to Nick's son, Mike. About four years after Matt was born Mike died in an accident. We were living with Nick and Faith at the time. Faith died soon after Mike and we all stayed together. Matt decided to call Nick, Dad. He is the man who loves and helps to raise him."

Marsha pulled her hand back and asked, "You live together, but aren't married?"

Karen nodded. "Matt has his own room, Nick has his own bedroom, I have my own bedroom and Melissa has her own bedroom. It isn't a commune."

"Who's Melissa?" The barber asked.

"My new wife." I answered. "When Faith and Mike died we pulled together to stay together. Losing two people in a week devastated us all. We pulled together and held together then and three years ago Melissa and I got married. I think Matt is a good sign we're still doing pretty well."

Marsha moved a little closer. If I was reading her body language correctly she was put off thinking I was sleeping with Karen, but felt good that Karen. Melissa and I were raising Matt. They introduced us to some of their friends and we had a nice evening.

On Monday Karen needed to go to the school for a meeting of a parents and teachers committee. As soon as she walked in, back from the meeting, she called for me. I was at my computer. She told me all about the meeting and what had been said.

Talking with Mr. and Mrs. Cutter (the barber and his wife) had been like putting a story on the evening news. Karen had walked into a discussion about Matt having his first Dad die and how I was a hero for stepping up and taking care of the whole family. The story wasn't just as we had told it, but stories change with the telling. Karen was a star on the committee and they all wanted to meet all of us.

Melissa called as soon as she was off work. "Did you tell someone that Matt's Dad died and you're his new Dad?" She asked as her opening line.

"Not in those words, but yes."

"I had two different customers call and ask me if I was related to you. The first asked, "Melissa, are you living with a man you aren't married to?" When I said "No" she wanted lots of details. I didn't give her any. Seems I had forgotten to tell anyone I was married. Five minutes later the phone rang again and I answered."

"Melissa, your last name is Peterson. There's a man in town named Nick Peterson. Are you two related?" I asked who was calling and why they asked the question. Then I said, "Nick's my husband. We're helping his son's widow raise their son, Matt." 

"She sighed and said, "I'm referring some customers to you. I think what you're doing is so noble." I was so shocked, Nick, I didn't know what happened. I'd have called sooner but I have six new customers and I haven't had a chance to call."

Matt came home from school and reported that his teacher had started treating him differently. Karen asked why and Matt didn't know. He did say she had changed his seat and had given him more help in math. 

That night I got her Mother's wedding rings out and put them on her finger. Karen watched and went to her room and came back with the rings Mike had put on her finger when they married. I put those rings back on her finger and we declared ourselves married.

During Matt's Spring Break his grandparents asked if he could spend the time with them, and bring "Notte". Karen drove our son and his dog to the farm the Friday night that school let out. I planned to grab a bus to their nearest town on Wednesday and ride back with them on Saturday. Melissa was very busy at the winery as manager for both retail sales and wholesale so she stayed home.

We had some quiet and sexy times with the house mostly to ourselves over the weekend and Monday. I gave her two new bustiers and a teddie when she came home from work Friday evening. Even when we weren't actively engaged in sex play that weekend, she wore one of the sexy items. When we went out for dinner Friday night she wore a maroon bustier and a blouse that allowed me to catch glimpses of it during dinner. Tuesday Melissa went to work wearing a black lace teddie under her business clothes. and I started getting ready for my bus ride. The first thing I packed was a present for Karen: two new bra and panty sets.

Sisters

At about noon the phone rang. It was Karen. "Honey," she said, "Don't get on the bus. we need you here today. No one is sick or dying, but this is a family crisis and we need you and Melissa."

After I got a few details I told her I'd talk with Melissa and call her right back. Three minutes later Melissa was on her way home and I was back on the phone. We ate lunch from a drive-thru on the way to the farm.

By the time we arrived I knew the story. I had spoken to Erynn, Kate, Ann and Walt in addition to four or five conversations with Karen. My cell phone bill would be high.

Pieced together it came to me like this. A new superintendent had been hired for the school district where both women taught. In his getting to know the staffs of the various schools he noticed Erynn and Kate. Things progressed and Mr. Superintendent, Mr. married superintendent, made a pass at Erynn after a district meeting.

Someone had seen something, his hand brushing across her butt, and had reported it to the school board. It was reported that he groped Kate! The witness, unnamed, had reported that Kate had been a willing participant in the grope. Things got crazy and as a result both women had been suspended without pay, for the rest of the year. Mr. Superintendent was released from his contract. Erynn and Kate were convinced the district would never give them their jobs back and that even if they did their reputations were ruined.

That was the short version. Add hours of yelling, stomping around the house, threats against a large number of people and four and a half gallons of tears and you've got the whole story. 

After about an hour in the house with all the emotions, Walt and I slipped out and went into town for a beer.

The tavern was noisy when the music didn't play and it was playing. We smiled and Walt said, "At least they ain't yellin at us!"

"When it settles down, I have an idea." I said. We sat on our stools and nursed two beers for almost an hour. A fight started and we decided that was our cue. We found a store and got two more beers and parked about half a mile from the farm.




Legacy of Faith Ch. 02



"I park here when I need to think, not talk so much." Walt said.

We sipped our beers and they were warm before we finished.

"What's that idea?" Walt finally asked.

"I'd bet the district here would give them both excellent letters of reference if they dropped the wrongful termination suit." I said. Typical of every interaction I'd ever had or heard about with Walt there was a pause before he spoke.

"There's no wrongful termination suit." Walt said. I paused as well.

"Tonight. Probably will be on Friday. They'll all come back to work on Monday and find they are in the midst of a firestorm. They'll help Erynn and Kate get good jobs and carry their accrued time as teachers forward to the new jobs, just to get this out of the papers and off TV." (Pause.)

"But... even if that's true, where can they go? They haven't lived over thirty miles from the farm except when they went to college."

"I'm thinking the schools in Cambria would love to have them both." 

After another pause Walt asked: "What if they don't have any openings?"

"Are you always so negative?"

"No." (Pause) "Not always."

"Then suck down the last of the beer and lets go back to the farm." Walt got us breath mints from the glove compartment and we laughed as we ate them. One whiff of the mints and the women would know we'd had a beer or two.

Karen got within five feet of her Dad and announced, "They've had a few beers." We all laughed. Monday morning when the school district office was unlocked they were served. I was already on the phone and easing the way for Erynn and Kate to start teaching either in Cambria or nearby. With their backgrounds and past performance reports it was an easy sell. However, due to contracts and such legal matters they would be prohibited from teaching anywhere until their current contracts expired. They would be paid just as if they were teaching but would not be allowed on a school campus when children were present.

They used the three months well. They started by taking a vacation. Both had wanted to go to Europe, but hadn't gone during their summer breaks because that was when all families took the children. When you spend every working day surrounded with children the thought of being surrounded by more children is not a good selling point. By going in April they saw what they wanted to see, did the things they wanted to do and with smaller crowds.

When they came back they interviewed and were both hired, in different high schools in the same district. The interviews were more form than substance; their contracts were on the desk when the interviews started. They let the leases on their condos end and we moved their things up to our barn while they looked for places to live. I mostly supplied driving skills for the rental trucks. Other than that, I stayed out of the move of their things. Karen had talked to me, making sure I knew what a big psychological thing this move was for her sisters. They had been close, physically and emotionally to their Mom and Dad for their whole lives. Now they were moving over two hundred miles away!

I remembered back to when I left home, at eighteen. I rode a bus from our nearest town in Idaho to Salt Lake City, got on a train and a day and a half later I was in Texas. For the next eight weeks of Air Force Basic Training I only missed my mom's cooking when they served "chipped beef on toast" known accurately as S.O.S. (shit on a shingle.)

Leaving home is different for girls. When I thought about it, Walt and Ann seemed a lot different from my folks. That might have had some influence on why Kate and Erynn stayed so close to the nest so long. The more I got to know Walt and Ann the more I leaned towards that interpretation. Every time I got to their farm Ann seemed to be cooking for twenty people. She made some very delicious meals when I visited. 

As we drove the last truck load of stuff up to our barn, Erynn rode with me. I asked how they all stayed slim and fit with the amount of food Ann cooked. She laughed and said, "Mom cooks food for the people in the local hospice. She has a degree in dietary science and she wants them to eat good healthy food that tastes like homemade. A truck comes by every day and takes the food to the hospice. Ann doesn't get paid for her work, just for the ingredients."

Erynn explained that her mom, Ann, had begun cooking like that when her mom had to go into the hospice. She hated the food and started bringing food for her mom, then her mom and one or two others. Pretty soon the owners wanted to hire her and have her cook there. She wanted to use her own kitchen so they bought a van to transport food and she stays home and cooks.

I was blown away at the way Ann just saw a need and started doing what was needed. I said so.

"You're not the only one. Other families found out what Mom does and they wanted to help. Once a week a fifty pound sack of potatoes shows up on our back porch. I've seen bushel baskets of corn, tomatoes, onions, carrots, and so much fruit we had to can. Mrs. Watkins down the road, called mom one day and said, "Could you have the truck stop here too? I'll have some fresh bread for them."

"That was five years ago." Erynn said, "Now Mrs. Watkins makes bread that coordinates with the meals Mom makes. I love it best when she makes sourdough."

At dinner that night I looked around our table. Faith had always been the prayer in our family. She taught the kids to pray. She said nightly prayers with them every night. She got the meals blessed and all that. When I talked to God it was inside. Private. At dinner that night I thought a prayer of gratitude. Not so much in words, but in being present to as much of the wonder, joy, connectedness and love that was there at the table. 

Forks clinked on plates, people spoke, laughed, breathed and looked at each other. The universe at our table, in our home, was at peace. As my prayer ended I mouthed, but didn't intend to say, "may we stay this way a long time."

Karen was right to my right side and she said, "Amen."

Our eyes met and we were so connected I knew nothing more needed to be said. She got and echoed my prayer.

Matt asked, "Amen, what?"

Erynn asked, "Did someone say Amen?"

"Mom did, just now. She was looking at Dad and said, "Amen." Matt explained.

Kate looked at Karen and at me and said, "Amen."

Kate typically is the quietest of the three sisters. She doesn't waste words. Melissa looked around the table to get a hint at what was being spoken in the unspoken. Matt was just as lost, until I reached to my left and took his hand in mine. He looked into my face and I said, "May we stay this way a long time."

For a young man Matt catches on quickly. He took the hand of Kate in his other hand and said, "Amen." Kate turned to Erynn and they held hands. "Amen." Erynn held Melissa's hand and they said "Amen." Melissa held Karen's hand and before she spoke Karen held mine and we all said, "Amen."

We were still for many seconds, holding hands and feeling something special. To describe what I felt can be done with one word, but then I'll need to spend a long time telling you the meaning of the word. The word? Family.

I've decided not to explain the word, just tell the story. If you want the explanation, ask me later.

Matt, in typical boy fashion, broke the spell by asking, "Is there any dessert?"

I knew there was and I said, "Sometime this evening we need a family meeting. We need everyone together for the meeting. We can do it while we eat dessert or after, in the family room."

Karen asked, "What's the meeting about?"

"The family. If I say more, we're in the meeting."

Matt asked, "I get to be in the meeting? I'm just a kid."

"You are a part of this meeting. It directly and indirectly impacts your life. You have a say." I said.

"Then I vote for doing it now! I don't like waiting." Matt smiled at all of us. We all agreed. The table was cleared and the cobbler served in short order. Everyone took a bite and then looked at me.

"Look around this table. Six people who love each other. We get along, support each other and seem to like being together. As we've gotten to know each other this year those thoughts have gotten stronger for me. Here's what I propose. Instead of Erynn and Kate renting or buying somewhere, we can build here. If you want your own house, we build you a house. A duplex? That could work too. Add two more suites to this house? All of these options are possible. We have enough land and then we can stay a family, just like this."

Suddenly four women were talking at once. Matt looked shocked and focused his attention on his cobbler. I ate mine as well and watched as Matt carefully traded plates with Kate and gleefully finished her cobbler. 

The sound level increased steadily until finally Melissa clapped her hands. Everyone stopped and Melissa said, "Now that we've proved just how far we were from chaos, how about we have a rational discussion. Erynn, you're the oldest female in the family why don't you go first?"

"Speaking for myself, the first thing I thought of was privacy. Then I like quiet. Living with all of you like this, I've already given up both." She paused, held up a hand to make sure whoever was next didn't go, then continued. "It can work, with allowances. I'll need a separate entrance. I'll need soundproofing for my bedroom and office. I like being able to share every day with each of you and need to have my privacy and quiet, too."

I sent Matt to get me a pad of paper and some pencils. I made notes.

Kate spoke next. "I have friends. At school I had friends over a lot. When I was closing up my condo, I needed to collect the keys. When I moved in they gave me two keys. I turned ten back in. I like having friends over and doing stuff."

Matt asked, "What stuff?"

"Yoga, exercise, meditation, studying, talking. That stuff."

"Oh. Ok." Matt responded.

Kate went on. "I have dreamed of a building with a yoga exercise room on the ground floor and my apartment in a loft. Lots of air, light and wood. That dream started way back when we were in college."

Melissa spoke next. "I saw a bigger kitchen, at least three refrigerators and a bigger commercial stove with two ovens. The dining room is fine for us, but when the grandparents come or friends stay for dinner we don't have the room. We've been here less than a year and outgrown the house already."

I asked, "Melissa what about living with all of us?"

"Right off the top of my head, I see a few problems, but there would be problems living alone too. I don't see a deal breaker. I see lots of benefits, too."

"So, you see we need bigger rooms, bigger common rooms." I wrote it down.

We all turned to Karen. She took her time and said, "I'm sure that if this family says it wants to do this, we can do it. When Mike died I said to myself that I was the one responsible for Matt and me. I wouldn't run back to daddy and let him take care of "his little girl" for the rest of his life. Then I took a bigger bite. I accepted being Nick's wife and responsible for him and Matt. He accepted me as a wife, not a daughter. I loved Mike and I have to admit we didn't act like adults. Nick sets the tone for me to act as an adult. He expects it. My thoughts are these: Having all of you around doesn't change that my focus is getting Matt to become a successful adult. With all of us here that job gets easier in many ways and harder in others. It will be a learning process for all of us. I know we can do this, but I'm the only mom in the room. Living with Matt is something for each of you to consider."

I made a few notes and turned to Matt. "Speak up." I said.

"Will there still be room for Notte? Do I get to keep my room? Will I still be in Mr. Garrett's room at school?"

Karen answered, "Notte stays. Your room is your room. We may change the house a little or a lot but we aren't moving. You'll go to the same school. Any other questions?"

"Sometimes I call you Mom and sometimes I call you Momma. I call Nick Dad. What do I call the rest of you?"

The room was quiet until I said, "I think the adults need to sit and think about that question for a while. How about..."

Matt interrupted me, "I can tell you what I want! I want Momma Kate and Momma Erynn and Momma Melissa and Mom. That's what I want!"

I noticed nods all round the table. It was settled. "I love it when things are settled."

The dining room and kitchen got cleaned up and Matt went to bed. He got his goodnight kisses from Momma Kate, Momma Melissa, Momma Erynn and finally from Momma Karen. As she stepped out of the room he looked up at me, winked and said, "Amen."

His eyes closed and I closed the door. Karen took my arm and guided me back to the dining room. All the mommas were seated and waiting. As I sat down Karen asked, "Diet Coke or iced tea?"

"Diet Coke. Thanks." No one spoke until she was back and seated beside me.

Erynn spoke. "Before this goes half an inch farther, we need to have a conversation that Matt doesn't ever need to know about." I smiled.

She continued, "I want privacy because I intend to continue to be sexually active. I will not parade anyone in front of the rest of the family or make a big deal about who I choose to be with. I like quiet because I tend to be quite vocal at certain times and don't want to disturb you or the neighbors."

"If we are a family, who we are with is of concern to each of us. If each of you has three partners a year that could be nine sources of an STD, AIDS or something else that could and would impact all of us. We need to talk about the boundaries for our sexual activities." I said. As I spoke I looked at all four women in turn, not spending any more time with my eyes on any one of them.

Erynn responded, "If I limit myself to females the risk is all but eliminated. I haven't been with a man in years."

"The risk of some STD's is reduced. However, herpes is forever and exists in the lesbian community. We need to protect ourselves as a family and protect each member of the family." I said.

Karen spoke. "As you know, Erynn, I love sex with a woman and with a man. I am more than willing to open myself to a bi relationship, within the family. We can all love each other physically, emotionally and at every level. That opens each of us up to a sexual relationship with four other people. A committed, intimate relationship that's more than just someone to fuck."

"May I speak?" Melissa asked. Erynn nodded. "I have lived as a lesbian for the last few years. I love sex with a woman and I love sex with a man. Not any man, just one. I'll make you a deal. I'll love you as a sister, a co-momma for Matt, a sister lesbian if you'll let me be bi enough to love one man." She pointed at me.

It was obvious Erynn was more used to confronting prejudice from the other side than looking at her own. Karen jumped in. "When Faith was dying she talked with us. In prayer she asked God to help us love each other, Nick and me. Melissa wasn't in the room with us when she talked to us, but my heart tells me she included Melissa in the request that we love each other. I choose to love Nick with all my heart, might, mind, body and soul. I choose to love Melissa with all my heart, might, mind, body and soul. I choose to love each of you just that fully, if we live as a family or we don't!"

Kate had watched and listened. When her mouth opened we all looked at her. "I have a few questions. Since at the moment, everyone doesn't have their own bedroom, who decides who sleeps with whom? Who decides where Nick sleeps or who sleeps with Nick? If I want him in bed with me tonight, how do I make that happen?"

She had gone through being confronted by the concept, the internal conflict over right and wrong and arrived at acceptance. Now she was looking at all the ways to make this work! I was amazed.

Erynn wasn't that quick. She asked, "You're Ok that he's doing your little sister and his own daughter? You're Ok that one night he'll be with you and the next night with someone else?"

"He is. They are. Melissa and Karen are both Ok with it. My getting my panties in a knot won't change reality. I've loved Karen since I was little and had nasty thoughts about both of you while we were growing up. I've bedded a few men over the years and have found pleasure in doing it. As for the daddy-daughter stuff, if Melissa was fifteen I'd call the cops, but she isn't. She's a successful adult with all that goes along with that. She works, pays her bills, doesn't mooch and isn't whoring around. What adults do together is what adults do together and it's Ok with me." She took a breath, "I've wanted people to accept me, just as I am, for years. It goes both ways. If I want acceptance I need to give it. Ok. Karen loves Nick. I accept that and can take the step that says, If Karen loves him, so do I. We must be careful, though. I don't want any part of warping Matt by us living as an alternative family."

"So, If I'm getting you fully, you're in and sex between consenting adults in the family is Ok as long as it is very discrete." I clarified.

"No one in this room is married. Everyone in this room is a legal, sane adult under the law. Everyone in this room has fully participated in sexual activities with other human beings. If that isn't so, we need to know. Given that is who we are, anything agreed on is Ok with me." Erynn said.

Karen said, "In front of Faith I committed my life to Nick. We're married."

"And I to Karen." I said.

"Is it a monogamous marriage? Erynn asked.

Karen looked at Melissa and said, "No. It includes others we love."

Kate added, "Since we cannot all be legally married to Nick, I move that none of us are. That Nick becomes joint legal guardian with Karen of Matt. I also recommend we legally form a business or something that legally binds us together as partners. Each of us holds our own money and buys into the family. Give me a week to do research and I'll come back with a way to do it, legally and protect each of us."

"Everyone in town sees Melissa and I as husband and wife. They see Karen as my son's widow. Soon they'll see both of you as Karen's sisters. We do need to do some legal stuff but I recommend we do it somewhere else, not in Cambria. This is a small town and our family could be a scandal." I said.

"That works. I noticed Melissa and Karen both wear rings. That's easy to explain." Kate said.

"I can have a meeting with professors at Cal Poly. I'm sure they can find us some grad students willing to take designing or redesigning our home as their project and possibly their Masters project. Then we will meet with them and design what works to meet all our needs. That Ok with everyone?" I asked.

Fifteen minutes of hearing from everyone and Kate spoke again. "As I asked a while ago, who decides where Nick sleeps or who sleeps with Nick? If I want him in my bed tonight, how do I make that happen?"

Every eye turned to me. I thought hard about how best to answer. If she had to ask someone it meant that she saw herself as outside, needing permission to do something inside the family. She needed to be inside.

I stood and held out my right hand to Karen. "Karen, will you accept me as your husband and partner in every aspect of this marriage for the rest of our lives together?"

She took my hand and said, "Yes." I held my other hand out to Melissa and asked, "Melissa will you accept Karen and me as your spouses and partners in every aspect of this marriage for the rest of our lives."

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she whispered, "Yes, Nick. I love you both."

Around the room we repeated the questions and answers, adding names at each speaking. When we were all holding hands I said, "We are married. We are family. You may kiss your family." Arms went around bodies and kisses were shared for a long while.




Legacy of Faith Ch. 02



At a quiet moment Kate asked again, "Who decides where Nick sleeps or who sleeps with Nick? If I want him in my bed tonight, how do I make that happen?"

Karen looked at her sister and said, "He's your husband! Ask him."

Kate walked to me and the room got quiet. "Nick, may I sleep in your bed tonight, with you?"

I looked at my watch and said, "It is late. I think we should have another family meeting on Wednesday night. Agreed?" They agreed. I kept Kate's hand in mine and walked to my bedroom. Since the house didn't yet have enough bedrooms, there was sharing all over the house. Matt had the only private room.

As Kate and I entered my bedroom I noticed the digital clock beside the bed. It read 11:18 pm 08 May, the year obstructed by a candle. The candle released a soft fragrance into the room and had been doing so for a long time.

"I wonder where the candle came from?"

Kate wrapped her arms around me and said, "I'll bet your new wife snuck it in here a couple of hours ago." The conversation ended there. There were noises in my bedroom, but it wouldn't be correct to call them conversations. The three sisters may look a lot alike, but I learned pretty quickly how to tell them apart, even in the dark.

For one thing, Kate was smooth, completely smooth. Both Karen and Melissa had pubic hair. Karen trimmed hers so there was a triangle of dark brown short hair above her slit and no hair beside her slit. Melissa had a rim of hair around her slit. It was trimmed close and looked exactly like her mother's pussy had looked for many years. Kate had no hair below the back of her neck. As I explored her that first night we were together I didn't find hair or even stubble. 

"You are smoother than a newborn." I said, as my fingers traced across her skin.

"I hated shaving. Men shave their faces. Women are expected to shave their pits, legs, pubes and pluck hairs from their nipples if they have any. Three years ago I did some work for a man who needed an editor for a book he was writing. I got five grand for the job and spent it all having laser treatments to get rid of all my hair. I hope you like me this way, because the hair won't ever come back."

"I love it! The first benefit I thought of was that I'll never get hair between my teeth." We laughed and she moved to put her puss closer to my mouth.

I accepted the invitation and dove into her sweetness. Her hands gently stroked my penis until it was hard and hot. She said, "I love how hot it's getting. May I suck it?"

"As long as you don't bite, you can do most anything you'd like to it and to any other part of me."

"Can I nibble, just a little?" Even though I couldn't see her face I knew she was smiling a mischievous smile. 

"Nibble away, but please, no blood, no bruises, tonight."

Kate nibbled, kissed and sucked my cock while using her hands to stimulate my balls and surrounding area. I focused my mouth on the area between her lower lips, occasionally brushing across her clit and often delving into her vaginal opening. I was enjoying her taste and feel, without a drive towards her orgasm. It was enough to get to know her and to pleasure her. 

My hands made their way to her back and explored her skin and pressed her torso against mine. When I pushed down on her ass cheeks it pressed her pussy into my mouth and Kate moaned and assisted the thrust. At that moment I sucked on her clit, pulling it from its hood and using my wet tongue to rub it gently.

"Oh my God! Nick! I'm there!" She shook and shook hard! My arms held her in place and my face rubbed her most tender areas. Juices flowed from her and I lapped up as much as I could. When she could bear no more she moved, pulling her puss away from my mouth. "Enough! I'll die if you don't stop!"

We lay holding each other without touching her puss for some time, enough time for her orgasm to subside. My cock was still inside her mouth and still hard. Her tongue slowly licked the length of my shaft a few times before she spoke again.

"Nick, I'd like it if you would fuck me."

"You want to be on top?" I asked.

"Not at first. I want to feel you dominate me, press down on me."

We shifted on the bed until her head was on a pillow and I held her knees in my hands, with my body between her legs aiming my cock into her. She lifted her head in an effort to watch as I entered her.

As my head touched her wetness I asked, "Want me to get a mirror for you?"

She shook her head slowly and said, "Maybe next time." She tilted her hips and I slid inside her.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels so good!" I leaned into her and slowly filled her. Her hands held my arms just above the elbows and she made soft noises of appreciation.

At the moment when my pubic bone pressed against hers I held still. Her eyes locked on mine and Kate said, "This is more than fucking."

"This is consummating our part of the relationship, becoming united physically..."

"Whatever we call it, I love it and want it often." The kissing, thrusting and touching continued and we became one. Eventually, we fell asleep and woke late in the morning.

At breakfast Karen asked Kate, "Sleep well?"

"Well, but not long." Kate answered with a wide smile. 

"If I do some laundry today for you Nick, may have the pleasure of sharing your bed tonight?" Karen asked, grinning.

"Perhaps I should be the one doing the laundry." Kate offered.

"We can wash some sheets together, if you like." Karen said. They agreed and when we had eaten they went off to get started. They both assumed my answer to Karen's question was "Yes." It was.



Legacy of Faith Ch. 03



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Consulting

We met with students from the college and got some preliminary ideas down on paper for the changes we wanted to the house. I was contacted by a client of mine from years before and asked to do a consulting job, in Orlando. By his estimate I would be gone two weeks. I would be housed at a Disney resort and all my expenses paid while I was there. In addition, I would bring home twenty-two thousand dollars.

I took the job. At dinner that night I told the family about the job and the benefits. They had questions. Melissa knew my work history well and none of her questions were about the job. She had spent weeks in Orlando with me when the project was new. Erynn wanted to know all about the job and what I would be doing for two weeks. Kate wanted to know if I had a girl-friend in Orlando. Karen wanted to know if I was going alone.

As soon as she asked that question Kate and Erynn looked at each other, then at Melissa. Melissa quickly said, "I don't want to go. I've spent weeks there while Dad was working. It's fine with me if someone else goes."

Kate asked, "Is it Ok with you, Nick?"

"I'll have a big room and I'm sure you can have a pass to Disney. However, you can't expect that I'll have much playtime. I'm there to work."

"How do we decide who goes?" Erynn asked.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Kate offered.

I looked at Karen and said, "They assume you don't want to go, because Matt is in school. Here's my promise: If Matt gets "A's" and "B's" on his report card for the end of the year, I'll take both of you to Disney World for a week."

"Where is that boy? He's got some studying to do!" Karen said. We all knew he was already doing well at school.

Melissa added, "Karen and Matt get a week at Disney. Erynn or Kate gets two weeks in Orlando. I want something, too." She made whining noises as she said it, but I didn't get the sense that she was actually upset.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want to go somewhere with you and have everyone who sees us think I'm your wife for a whole week!"

"Where?" Kate asked.

"I really don't care very much. Somewhere romantic. An island, Hawaii, Jamaica, or a city I've never been to, like Seattle or Chicago."

I leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Perhaps a cruise ship?"

"Yes!" She screamed and jumped into my lap adding a few well placed kisses for emphasis.

"Where?" Kate asked again.

"On a cruise ship!" Melissa answered.

"Oh my God!" Erynn said, "That's perfect! It doesn't even matter where you go. Just being on a cruise ship will be romantic!"

"Ok. I recommend you look on-line at what's available and we'll book the cruise when I know what my schedule is. I want to leave at least three weeks after the job to be home before any of us travels again."

"We still don't know who's going with you to Orlando." Kate said.

"When do you need to be there?" Melissa asked.

"Monday." I answered. It was Thursday evening when I said it.

Kate said, "We need to decide now! There's lots to do to get ready."

I raised my hand. The room got quiet and I asked, "Karen could you and Melissa handle things here for two weeks?"

"Sure." Karen answered. "We can handle things. We haven't started construction so that isn't an issue and we can handle whatever else happens."

"Then I think both Kate and Erynn should go to Orlando. I'll call and book a room with two king beds." I got more kisses and they ran off to begin getting ready, whatever that meant. Karen stayed with Melissa and I and said, "Now that I think of it, you have a tough job. Tougher than I thought."

"How so?"

"Basically I worry about Matt first and you second. I am concerned with Melissa, Kate and Erynn, but not worried. They've been my sisters forever and so my thinking of them is comfortable and easy. You have each of us as wives. Most men have trouble keeping one woman happy. It would be hard to be married to all of us if we were all alike, but we aren't. You have a tough job."

"Tough and wonderful. I think about your state of mind and your emotional well being almost all the time. It helps that there are four of you. When I'm in Orlando I won't worry about you being alone. You won't be alone. I won't worry about Kate and Erynn being alone in a strange city. They won't be alone. I will worry about one of you feeling left out, neglected, unheard, untouched or hurt. I don't know any of you as well as I knew Faith and she surprised me often."

"So, here's what I think. It's Thursday. You leave on Monday. Tonight you spend with me. Tomorrow night you spend with Melissa. Saturday night with me and Sunday night with Melissa. Who you sleep with in Orlando is not our concern. I can let Kate and Erynn fight over that." Karen had worked it out for equal time for each of them.

"Sounds good to me." I said. "I have prep work to do all day Friday and Saturday I want to take Matt to watch the high school team play baseball. I'm sure any of the mommas would be welcome, but you'll need to ask Matt about that. My intention is to spend some male bonding time with him."

"He's gonna want to go with you to Orlando." Karen said.

"I hope he does. That will give us a lever to get him to work hard for good grades so he can go during the summer."

At dinner that night we talked about my business trip and the other trips. Matt wanted to bargain with us. I proposed a week at Disney World for a report card with all "A's" and "B's". Matt asked if straight "A's" could get him two weeks. Karen suggested that it would take straight "A's" and getting his chores done without any reminders for a month. Matt accepted the terms and the agreement was made. After dinner I had him sit down and write out the agreement and we all signed it.

Matt noticed his Mom moving some clothes into my bedroom as his own bedtime approached. He asked, "Is Dad afraid to sleep alone?"

Karen stopped in the hallway and said, "No. Why do you ask?"

"One of you sleeps with him every night. Momma Erynn and Momma Kate are going with him to Orlando. Is it because he is afraid to sleep alone?"

"No. It's because we love sleeping with him. He's big and warm and snuggles with us."

"How come no one sleeps with me?"

"Do you want someone to sleep with you?" Karen asked.

"No, Mom. My bed's too little to share. But sometime I might want to sleep with someone."

"When you do, ask me first then ask them if you can sleep with them. Ok?"

"Ask you first?"

"Yes. Promise?"

"Ok." He ran outside and left Karen standing in the hallway wondering who he would choose and how soon. While we were at the baseball game Karen talked to Melissa, Kate and Erynn. They agreed that any sleepover would be in pajamas and not on a school night.

Monday morning I loaded three suitcases and a laptop into our SUV and Karen drove us to the airport. We flew a puddle-jumper to Los Angeles and a 757 to Orlando. It was both ladies first time to the East Coast. When we got off the plane and collected our bags they were shocked to be met by a woman holding a sign with my name on it. She showed us to a limo and took us to the Wilderness Lodge and showed us to our one bedroom villa. The King bed got all three suitcases until after the porter left then Erynn and Kate hung all their things in one closet and all mine in the bedroom closet. We ate our first dinner at the Whispering Canyon Restaurant. Both women were shocked and thrilled at the antics of the restaurant staff. At one point they gathered all the young children and gave them hobby horses to ride. They were instructed to ride around the tables while the adults stood and waved their napkins and cheered them on.

A few minutes later some unknowing patron asked a waitress for some catsup. She yelled "Catsup!" and all the waitresses and waiters brought every bottle of catsup to that table. There must have been twenty bottles. Ten minutes later someone else asked for catsup and the people at the table with all the catsup had to deliver all the bottles to the people who had just asked for catsup. I cautioned Kate and Erynn not to ask for catsup. We didn't want or need any, as our food came with BBQ sauce and gravy.

Back in our villa we found a note from my employer letting me know I would be picked up at seven and to please meet my escort in the lobby at that time. We went to bed early. When the alarm went off at six I got up and went into the big bathroom. Kate had shared the bed with me and Erynn slept on the fold out couch. When I got up Erynn joined Kate in the bed. I kissed them both before I left the room. As I walked to the lobby I held the vision of the two naked women in my bed, breasts showing and smiling at me. A great way to begin a work day.

By seven-thirty I was at work, conferring with the people who would be doing the actual work to correct the problem. Mr. Jenkins, the project manager, and I had worked together before so we worked well together and he catered to my wants better than most managers. When I arrived he had a buffet set up at the edge of the room with things I liked and not too many temptations. I had an English muffin with egg and cheese, a small glass of apple juice and half a pear. Most of the others had coffee with their toast of muffin.

We broke for lunch at one, having established a plan of action to solve the problems. Parts were ordered and would be delivered in two days from New York where they were made. During lunch I called Erynn's cell and asked them to meet us at the entrance to Epcot at three. We toured the problem site and then I spent the rest of the day and evening with my ladies.

Mr. Jenkins took a liking to Kate and made a strong pass at her during the tour. She got me aside and asked for my advice. "What so I do? We're not married in his eyes."

"You can say you're flattered that he's interested but you believe in being loyal to the guy you have at home."

"That's the truth. I love him a lot and wouldn't consider playing around with anyone." She talked with Erynn and after she let Mr. Jenkins down softly he hit on Erynn and she told him the same story. A couple of days later he and I were in a pump room together and he asked how and why these two beautiful women were with me and not at home with their men.

"Neither of them had ever been to Orlando. They are family so, I invited them along."

"You're all three in one villa."

"Yes, with a king bed and a sofa bed. All very proper."

That was the last anything was said about our relationship during the trip. The problems got solved, Mr. Jenkins and Disney were happy and I had two days at the end of the trip to enjoy Orlando with Erynn and Kate. We rented a car and drove to the Kennedy Space Center, took the tour and had a great time. We learned a lot about being in public together. If I'd been with either of them but not both it would have been much easier to be physically affectionate. As we were together we didn't kiss or touch too intimately in public. We did walk hand-in-hand-in-hand often. 

Erynn had found a web site for a nudist resort near Orlando. She wanted to go there and see if she liked it. Kate wasn't so sure she wanted to get naked in front of strangers. Her reason made both Erynn and I laugh. "I'm totally bald! I look like a nine year old with tits! People there will think I'm a freak."

If we had more time I'm sure we would have gone to the resort and found other women who were bald. However, we put that visit off until another trip. 

With just four days left in May we flew back home. We were all busy for those four days, getting the plans finalized for the house, booking a cruise, planning the Orlando trip for Karen, Matt and I, and all the normal household things that needed doing.

Sleepover?

On June first Matt surprised us all. Erynn had made a shrimp salad for dinner, with corn on the cob and cornbread. We were eating out at the picnic table in our back yard when Matt turned to Erynn and asked, "Momma Erynn, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Erynn looked at Karen. Karen said, "Matt, you were supposed to talk to me before you asked someone."

"Sorry, Mom. I forgot. Can I ask Momma Erynn?"

"Tonight?" Karen asked.

"Sure. It's not a school night."

It was quiet around the table as each of us retreated into our own thoughts about what he was asking. The next one to speak was me.

"Matt, are you afraid to sleep alone?"

"Dad, I sleep alone all the time. Mom says I'm learning how to me a man. You're a man and you sleep with someone every night."

"Do you have some clean pajamas you can wear?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Then I guess it's up to you and Momma Erynn."

Erynn faced him and said, "There are rules for sleeping with me. No eating in bed. No jumping on the bed. No tickling. No books or toys in the bed."

"Ok. I don't do those things anyway."

"Then it's Ok with me." Matt thanked her and returned his attention to eating his dinner. When it was approaching Matt's normal bedtime he went to his room and did his nightly ritual. When he was clean and in his pajamas he came back to the family room and said, "Are you coming to bed with me now, or later?"

Erynn said, "I'm not quite ready to go yet. Go in to my bed, get in on the side away from the clock and I'll join you in a while."

"Ok!" He kissed all the ladies good-night and hugged me. He left the room nearly bouncing with joy. When he had been gone a few minutes Kate asked, "Which sexy outfit will you wear to bed tonight, sister?"

"Maybe the red teddie that barely covers your nipples?" Melissa asked.

"No! I'll be wearing panties, a bra, some cotton pants and a t-shirt. Matt isn't being corrupted by me."

Karen and I both said, "Thank you."

At breakfast the next morning I asked Matt how he liked sleeping with Momma Erynn.

"She snores. When she rolled over she woke me up."

Erynn and Kate were not in the kitchen when I asked. Karen smiled and turned to face the toaster. Matt added, "She does smell nice. Maybe I should try sleeping with Momma Kate sometime."

The toaster popped and Karen busied herself buttering. After Matt left the kitchen Karen looked at me and asked, "Are we making a mistake here?"

"I don't think so. There are cultures where the whole family sleeps together. Sleeping isn't sex. Matt's almost old enough to be hit by puberty, but it hasn't arrived. His brain and body are a little boy. Respecting limits and teaching about modesty are our job. Some of the limits are about how familiar he can be with his Mommas. We teach about modesty by having limits we all model for him. I don't wander around the house naked and neither does he. None of his Mommas dress provocatively in front of him. I say we're doing well."

Erynn came into the kitchen and sat down for breakfast. Karen gave her some coffee and toast. She said, "Matt learned something last night."

Erynn looked up and said, "What did he learn?"

"You snore and when you roll over it wakes him up." Karen said, smiling at her sister.

I added, "He also learned that you smell good."

"I'll need to thank him for the compliment." Erynn said.

"Did the two of you snuggle?" I asked.

"No. He said it was too hot to touch each other. He stayed almost a foot away from me." Both Karen and I smiled. The sleepover had gone well. At least that's what we thought. Monday afternoon we found out someone didn't think so.

Repercussions

Karen drove to the school to pick Matt up and he didn't come out with the other children. Karen parked and went inside. In the office she was ushered into the Principal's office.

"Mrs. Peterson, I'm afraid some disturbing information has come to us." Mr. Jackson, the Principal said, as he pointed towards a chair for Karen to sit on.

"Is Matt Ok?" Karen asked, remaining standing.

Mr. Jackson didn't get up from his chair. He again pointed to the chair and said, "Please sit down Mrs. Peterson. Matt's health is fine."

Karen sat. "So what's this disturbing information? Can I see Matt?" 

"Matt told one of his classmates that he slept with someone named Erynn last Friday night. Since your name is Karen we found this to be quite disturbing." He had leaned forward and lowered his voice, giving Karen the feeling he had already made up his mind to be disapproving. He also hadn't answered about seeing Matt.

"Do you believe Matt slept with Erynn?" Karen asked.

"One of his classmates says he did and he confirmed the story."

"I asked you if you believe the story, told by a nine year old."

"What exactly did he say to you?"

"He said he slept with Erynn, in her bed."

"Mr. Jackson, I have a tough time believing you. Matt doesn't call her Erynn. So, I'll ask you again, what exactly did Matt tell you?"

"I asked him if he slept in the same bed with Erynn and he said "Yes."

"If you had asked him who he slept with last Friday night he would have given you an answer that might have confused you a little, but may not have had you hold him after school."

"What would he have said?"

"He would have said he slept with Momma Erynn. Erynn is my sister and she lives with us. Had you further asked him how it was sleeping with her he would have told you she snores and woke him up when she turned over."

"If she's his aunt why does he call her Momma?"

"Our family has four women and two men living in the same house. Matt is one of the men. Dad is the other. The women are all sisters. Erynn is the oldest, then Melissa, Kate and me. Matt decided he wanted to call all of us Momma. He looks to all of us as parents."

"So Nick is your husband and Matt's Dad?"

"No and yes. He isn't my husband. I was married to his son and when his son died in an accident he offered to step in and help me raise my son. Matt decided that Nick was his new Dad and he stopped calling Nick Grandpa."

"It sounds strange to me, but I guess it's Ok." Mr. Jackson said.

"So, where are you holding my son?"

"He's with the vice principal in her office."

"May I use your phone?"

"Is it a local call?" He asked.

"I'm calling the police. Is that a local call?" Karen picked up the handset.

The principal asked, "Why are you calling the police?"

"School has been out for an hour. You have detained my son without cause. I asked for him within a minute of coming into your office. I want the police to take a report of your actions. If you ever detain my son again I want evidence it wasn't the first time." She dialed the number for the police.

"This really isn't necessary." Mr. Jackson said. "I was just looking out for your son."

"No, you weren't." Karen said. Then she spoke into the phone. She asked for the police to come to the school where her son was being held by school officials. She said they should come ready to take a child abuse report on the principal of the school. The officer she spoke to asked for some identifying information and said an officer would be at the school in fifteen minutes.

Karen handed the phone back to the principal. He called the district counsel and was told to be quiet and wait for him to arrive. The police arrived first. Two officers in plain clothes. The taller of the two said to Karen, "Where is your son?"

"I really don't know. Mr. Jackson says he's with the vice principal, but I haven't seen him since I left him here at school this morning."

That officer took Karen out of the principal's office and they went to the vp's office. Matt smiled at his Mom and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

The officer answered. "Someone did. I'm here to find out who." He turned to the vp, Mrs. Wilson and asked, "Why are you holding this young man in your office?"




Legacy of Faith Ch. 03



"Mr. Jackson suspects the boy is being abused at home. He asked me to keep him here until he could investigate."

"He used that word, investigate?"

"That's what he said."

"Do you have a copy of the mandated reporting law?"

"Yes."

The officer turned to Matt and said, "Well, I found out who did something wrong. It wasn't you." He looked at Karen and said, "Let me talk to my partner for a minute, please. I'll see if I can sort this all out."

He left the vp's office and was back in ten minutes. He came through the door and said, "Matt, can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Sure." Matt answered.

"Did you sleep alone on Friday night?"

"No, I slept with Momma Erynn."

"Where?"

"In her bed. Mine's too small."

"What was she wearing?"

"Pajamas. Pants and a t-shirt."

"And what were you wearing?"

"My Spiderman pajamas."

"Mrs. Peterson, you can take Matt home. He did nothing wrong. However, if we take a report on this both the principal and vice will have to answer for breaking the law."

"They didn't follow the law about suspected child abuse, did they?"

"No. They screwed up."

Karen took Matt's hand and said, "I'll come to the station tomorrow and sign the complaint. Thank you for helping get this straightened out."

"Oh, it's not straightened out. That will involve lawyers and courts, I'm afraid."

The vp said, "I just did what Mr. Jackson told me to do."

The officer looked at her and asked, "Did you sign the form that has you swear you were trained in the child abuse laws? That form says you knew what you should do and you didn't do it. And, the I-only-did-what-I-was-told defense hasn't worked since the Nazis used it in 1945."

He followed Karen out and down the hallway. Just before they got to the double doors they opened and the school district lawyer walked into the hall. He said, "Just what is going on here?"

Karen said, "It's five-twenty. School was out at three-ten. We are going home. Do we need your permission?"

"No. Are you Mrs. Peterson?"

"Yes." She and Matt walked passed him and out the doors. All the way home Karen talked with Matt, letting him know he hadn't done anything wrong. 

That evening two members of the school board visited us. They called first and came over after we had eaten dinner. They wanted to talk to Karen about what had happened. Instead, they talked to the family, Matt included. From the moment I saw their car park in our driveway until after they were gone a video recording was made of the entire visit.

The two board members were concerned, they said, that they didn't get a clear picture of what happened at school. Karen told Matt that he could tell them what happened. He did. Karen then told them what the principal had done. 

They asked a few questions and then wanted to leave, without any apology for the behavior of the principal or any statement about what they would be doing because of the principal's mistakes. I asked them what they were going to do.

"Well, we will meet with the rest of the board and after our investigation into the situation concludes we'll let you know what is decided."

"When?" Karen asked.

"When?" The board member asked. "When what?"

"When will the board decide?"

"As soon as we have all the facts."

"There's school in the morning. I'm concerned that Mr. Jackson may take some actions against Matt, if he's there tomorrow." Karen said.

"Oh, Matt will be safe tomorrow. Mr. Jackson is a professional. Matt will be safe at school tomorrow." The lady from the school board said.

"Has Mr. Jackson been suspended?" I asked.

"No." She said.

"Allegations have been made that he broke the law, held our son illegally and went against district policy. Now you tell us he'll be at school tomorrow. What has been done to assure the safety of the children for school tomorrow?" Karen asked.

"I'm sure Mr. Jackson knows how to behave at school." The board member said.

"We were all sure he knew how two days ago, too. Then he disregarded the law and district policy and held our son. I cannot allow Matt to attend school tomorrow or any other day until I am assured that he won't be detained illegally again. If Mr. Jackson is there you cannot assure me he will not disregard the law and policies again." Karen was on a roll.

"Keeping Matt home tomorrow is your decision, but I'm sure Mr. Jackson will be on his best behavior and Matt would be safe if he attends school tomorrow."

"You cannot make that promise. You don't know what Mr. Jackson believes about what he did. He may believe he did nothing wrong, in which case he may do it again! No, with him there I cannot trust the school to safeguard our son. He cannot go to school." Karen said.

I nodded. The two Board members looked at each other and didn't say anything. 

I asked, "Since the law requires you to provide our son with an education and requires you to protect him, I would like to know what you will do to provide both those things for Matt tomorrow."

"If you believe Mr. Jackson is a threat to Matt I think maybe the best thing would be for you to keep him home until this is resolved." The lady from the Board said, as she stood. We all stood and thanked them for coming. Before they left I moved the still running video camera. The woman asked, "Our whole visit was taped?"

"No, not taped. Audio and video recorded yes, but not taped." I answered.

"I saw the camera when we first arrived." The man said. "It's time for us to go."

When they were gone I told Matt he could stay up an extra hour if he wanted, since he wasn't going to school in the morning. He stayed up. He didn't ask any of his Mommas if he could sleep with them.

Matt was out of school five days. In those five days word spread around town about Matt sleeping with his aunt, about a family with five adults and a boy child, and about a family with four single women living with a single man.

Thursday of that week I went shopping for the family. As I entered the market I was approached by the manager. We had spoken ten or so times over the five years we had been in town.

"Mr. Peterson, I've heard some disturbing rumors about you and your family. I don't like rumors. Would you mind clearing them up for me?"

"Ask me the questions you want answers for."

"Do you really live with four single women and a fourth grader?"

"Yes, and I don't think that's the question you want an answer for."

"You aren't married to any of them?"

"I'm old enough to be their Dad. I am Matt's grandfather, even though he calls me Dad."

"Isn't it difficult, living with four adult women?"

"Yes, but it has it's benefits too. Each of them is a good cook. I haven't done my own laundry in years. I haven't run the vacuum either. When I need a haircut, one of them reminds me."

"Sounds good."

"There are four days a month when I'd rather be in Oklahoma, but even those four days really aren't that bad. Now, if you would, tell me why it was disturbing to hear that I live with four women and a fourth grader?"

"I have trouble enough keeping one woman happy. I can't imagine keeping four happy!"

"Think of it this way, in your house there are two adults to solve everything, do everything and get ready for everything. In our house there are five adults to solve everything, do everything and get ready for everything. The distribution of labor never puts the burden of everything on any one person. We share the work, the play, the responsibilities and the joys."

"I didn't think of it that way."

"I think about our family a lot. I'm the one who does most of the shopping in here. I don't mind doing it and it frees the one who cooks up to spend more time making great meals for us."

"I also heard that the fourth grader slept with his aunt."

"You ever go camping?" I asked.

"Sure. We went to Carpentaria State Beach last month."

"Sleep in a tent?"

"Sure. We have an eight by eight Coleman."

"How many people sleep in that tent?"

"Four. Our whole family."

"So you slept with your son and your daughter in a small tent?" I asked, using a tone that implied something was bad or wrong about what he had done.

He paused for a few seconds and said, "I see. He didn't sleep with his Aunt. They had a sleep-over. I apologize. When I heard about it I heard it from the gutter part of my mind."

"And, for the record, I think sleeping together in a tent is a wonderful bonding experience for families. Some of the best memories kids take into adulthood are made on family camping trips."

We shook hands and parted, better friends than we had ever been. I finished shopping and headed home.

Matt was sitting on the porch waiting for me when I arrived.

"Dad, can we talk?" He asked as I got out of the SUV. I handed him a bag of groceries and I picked up the other one.

"Sure. Talk away." We took the groceries inside and he asked, "Did I do something weird when I had a sleepover with Momma Erynn?"

"Weird? No, I don't think so. You think maybe because other people didn't understand what happened that you must be weird?"

"Mr. Jackson acted like I did something bad. He wouldn't tell me what I did that was bad, but he acted like our whole family was bad."

"Matt, Mr. Jackson heard that you and Momma Erynn slept together. But he didn't understand what that meant. When he hears that two people sleep together he thinks that means they..." I paused, looking for a way to say what was so to a ten year old. He helped.

"He thought I had sex with Momma Erynn?" His eyes were wide open and he was shocked.

I nodded.

"That's crazy! I'm just a kid."

"There are adults who have sex with kids. It's wrong. It's against the law. And, some adults can't say those words even when they are talking about sex with their spouse. They say "We slept together" instead of saying "we had sex."

"Why do people do that?"

"They were taught to be embarrassed about lots of things. You know that women have periods, don't you?" I asked it as a question, knowing he knew.

"Sure. Momma Melissa had me read that book about puberty."

"Well there are lots of women who have been taught never to say, "I'm having my period." They say other things as code for having their period."

"Like what?"

"They say, "Grandma came for a visit" or "I've got the curse."

"But Grandma didn't come for a visit?"

"No. It's a way for them to say it without actually saying it."

"But, if I don't know the code, I won't understand."

"That's why in our family we don't use code. When one of your Mommas is having a period she says, "I'm having my period."

"Mr. Jackson should learn a lesson from us."

"Yup. And maybe he has." We got all the groceries put away and headed back outside. Once we were outside I headed for the barn. Matt followed. He stayed quiet until we were inside the barn.

"When my mommas sleep with you, do you have sex with them?"

I reminded myself, 'he's only ten.'

"Are there things that are private and things that are public?"

"Yeah. Private are things like secrets. Public means anyone can know."

"Have you ever seen me kiss any of your mommas?"

"Sure, lots of times."

"Are those kisses public or private?"

"Public! You did it in front of me."

"Have you ever seen me have sex with anyone?"

"No. So, it must be private."

"So if I answer your question I'd have to open the privacy between me and your mommas to do it. I'd have to turn something private into something public. Would you want me to keep private things private or make them public?"

"Keep them private. But, I hope you do."

"You hope I do what?"

"I hope you have sex with my mommas."

"Why do you hope that?" I sat on a bale of hay, waiting for the answer.

"Because I heard on the radio that people need sex when they're old."

"Oh." About that moment Notte ran into the barn. He came to us with his whole body language asking Matt to play. Matt accepted the invitation and they left me in the barn.

When Karen rang the triangle for dinner I watched Matt and Notte head for the house. I followed. I could see the various cars parked beside the house. Everyone was home.

As we ate Matt leaned to Momma Karen and asked, "Can I ask to sleep with someone tonight?"

"Sure." Karen said, "Who would you like to sleep with?"

"Kate."

"Ok. You can ask her." We had all heard the exchange and looked at Kate. She was eating slowly.

"Momma Kate, would it be Ok if I slept with you tonight?"

"You have clean pj's?" She asked.

"Two pairs."

"You remember the rules from when you slept with Momma Erynn."

"No food in bed, no jumping and no tickling." He paused, looked at me and added, "And, no sex!"

I was glad I hadn't been taking a drink at that moment. I would have sprayed everyone if I had been. I said, "Matt and I had been talking about why Mr. Jackson and others got confused when he said he slept with Momma Erynn. Now he knows he's asking for a sleepover."

Kate spoke up, "Well then, I agree to the rules. Let's meet in my bedroom at nine o'clock. Which pj's will you wear?"

"I have Spiderman and John Cena. You can pick."

"John Cena? Is he that wrestler?"

Matt grinned and waved his hand in front of his face, "You can't see me! Yup, that's him."

"I pick Spiderman."

"Ok." He faced Momma Karen and asked, "May I be excused?" Karen nodded and as he picked up his plate Kate asked, "Would you like to do some yoga tonight? I usually do about half an hour yoga before bedtime. It helps me sleep."

"Ok. I don't know how, but you can teach me, Ok?"

"Then meet me at my room at eight o'clock. You can shower and put on your Spiderman pj's after we do yoga."

"Ok." He went into the kitchen.

Preparations

Melissa said, "Six days!" I knew exactly what she was talking about. We had tickets to be aboard a cruise ship leaving in six days. Actually, we left in six days and the cruise left from Fort Lauderdale Florida in seven.

"What happens in six days?" I asked.

"We're leaving on vacation!"

Matt ran back into the room and asked, "Can I go out and play with Notte until it's dark?"

Momma Karen nodded. Three seconds later we heard the back door.

"Who's going on vacation?" I asked.

"I'm going on vacation with my husband! You!"

"Oh, that vacation. I don't know. Maybe the weather won't be so good. We could drive up to San Francisco and spend a couple of days, instead."

"It's gonna be great weather! Fort Lauderdale will be eighty-one the day we arrive. Every day will be in the eighties and the nights in the low seventies."

Karen started to laugh. "He may be your Dad, but I think I know him better than you do. He's already packed! He's as excited as you are about the trip! He checks the weather forecasts every day, too!"

I smiled. "Ok, Ok. I'll stop teasing. I am excited. However, I need to talk with all of you about Matt. Instantly I had their undivided attention. I told them about the conversation Matt and I had in the barn. Karen's reaction was to tear up, not cry exactly, but her eyes did mist heavily.

She said, "I was hoping he'd wait another year before his head noticed sex."

"At least he's with us where he'll get good information instead of myths and magic." I said.

"Or outright lies." Erynn added. We all nodded.

Melissa and I spent some time talking about the trip. I asked her to go to a store and get something for me for our trip. I told her she could do it after work the next day, if that worked for her. She picked up her keys and purse and said, "Now is better. I'll be back in a flash." I got a kiss and she was gone. I looked out the window and when her car was out of sight I went to the back porch and rang the triangle.

Two minutes later everyone was in the living room. Erynn asked, "So, what's up?"

"I have a request. The request begins with a call for privacy. No one can say anything to Melissa about this. If she hears of it, the surprise is gone. Ok?"

Each person agreed to keep it a secret.

We had a discussion, more for Matt than the rest of us, but it made him feel included, about the difference between a wedding and a commitment ceremony. I added some details. At the ceremony I proposed we would all participate, all commit our lives together as a family like we already had done, with one new wrinkle. At this ceremony we would all get rings to wear. All of us, including Matt.

They loved the idea. I let them know that when we left for Fort Lauderdale, their flight left two hours later on a different airline. We would meet at the hotel and the ceremony would be that very evening. Then when Melissa and I left on the cruise she would be wearing a ring and so would all of us. The rest of the family would fly back home on Monday. They talked about how they could all get packed and ready to go without Melissa knowing. I let Matt know I'd take care of getting someone to watch Notte.

We all heard Melissa's car stop outside and the family scattered.

Kate and Matt did yoga for half an hour, did their individual rituals and came to tell me good night at five minutes before nine. Kate was in cut off sweats, a t-shirt that had been mine and I could tell she was wearing a jogbra. Matt was in Spiderman pj's. I got a kiss from both and they were gone.

A few minutes later Karen walked in wearing another t-shirt that had once been mine. It was the only thing she had on. "Nick, may I sleep with you tonight?"

"Do you know the rules?" I asked, mimicking the questions at dinner.

"No food in bed. No tickling, no jumping on the bed, no screaming, no bellowing and lots of sex!"

"This is not a sleepover! Yes, you may share my bed with me tonight."

We left the living room and headed for my bedroom. When we got inside I noticed that someone had been in there already. The night before there had been navy blue sheets on my bed. When we entered the room I noticed the sheets were forest green. A candle was burning, dispensing a wonderful vanilla fragrance into the room. 

Karen tossed the t-shirt onto a chair and helped me undress. We showered and shaved, before drying each other and heading back into the bedroom. As I sat on the bed we heard a knock on the door. I was about to stand when Karen said, "Who is it?"

"Kate." Said her voice from the hallway.

"Come in." Karen said.

The door opened and Erynn walked in. She was wrapped in a towel fresh from her shower. "I don't want to sleep alone." She stepped two steps closer and said, "I don't want to sleep at all. I need some lovin!"

"Tell us what you want." Karen said.

"No, tell us what you need." I corrected.

"I need to be dominated, treated like the slut I am. Please don't be soft and gentle with me. If I wake up in the morning with a bruise or three and I can still feel what you did to me that will be perfect." She dropped the towel to the floor and knelt on it. The pose of a submissive.

I got up from the bed and opened a drawer of my chest of drawers. I removed a ball gag from the drawer and handed it to Karen. "Gag her. It will help keep her from waking the house."

Karen examined the ball gag and looked from it to me, then at Erynn. She lifted the gag and tried it on. The ball was large enough that it was difficult for her to get it in her mouth, but she got it in. With some effort she got it back out and turned to Erynn.

"Open wide, slut!" She said to her sister. Erynn opened wide and Karen worked the blue ball into her mouth and tightened the strap around the back of her head. I handed Erynn a red cat toy ball. It had a small bell inside it so if she dropped it a noise would be made.

"That is your safe word. Drop it and the game stops. Understand?" I asked. She nodded.

"Close your eyes, please." I said. She closed them. From the same drawer I retrieved a roll of special tape. It sticks well but when removed doesn't take hair or skin with it. I tore off a six inch piece and put it over Erynn's eyes.




Legacy of Faith Ch. 03



"Karen, do you know that your sister loves to have her nipples twisted?" I asked.

"No. I didn't know that." Karen answered, moving closer.

"Ask her. She'll nod her head to tell you she loves it."

"Sister, do you love having your nipples twisted?"

Erynn shook her head from side to side. I slapped her right breast. She jumped.

"Sister, do you love having your nipples twisted?" Karen asked again.

She shook her head "No" again. I slapped each breast in turn, harder. She jumped and bent slightly forward. The yelp she made was barely heard through the ball gag.

"Sister, do you love having your nipples twisted?" Karen asked again. Erynn was nodding before Karen had finished the question. Karen used the thumb and first finger of her hands to grasp both of Erynn's nipples and slowly twist. When Erynn took in a deep breath through her nose we knew the twist was hurting. Karen stopped twisting farther, holding the beginning of pain for Erynn.

"That feels so good, doesn't it?" I asked. Erynn moaned and nodded. Karen and I knew well that Erynn could orgasm from having her nipples abused. Yes, it hurt, but it also took her to a pleasure she couldn't get to without the pain.

From the drawer I took two blue clothespins. There were different color clothespins in the drawer, each color telling me how strong the spring was in each. Blue were the second lightest grip. I had drilled a hole in the end of the pins, farthest from where they would attach to someone. The hole allowed me to attach other things to the clothespin. 

Karen waited until I was ready then let go of Erynn's left nipple. Erynn's reaction was to take another deep breath as her blood rushed back into her blueberry sized nipple. As she did I attached the clothespin to her areola, right next to her nipple. We repeated the process to her other nipple.

We let her stand still for a minute, getting used to the pain level and giving her time to wonder what was next.

Karen got down on her knees and made Erynn spread her legs. She prompted the move by slapping the inside of Erynn's thighs until they were as spread as Karen wanted them. I knelt and pushed a finger up into Erynn's vagina. All the way in and slowly all the way out. When only the tip of my finger was touching her lips I shoved into her hard and fast for ten strokes.

Karen grabbed my wrist and I stopped. She held up two fingers. I put two fingers together and shoved into Erynn with those two fingers. Every time I hit bottom Karen gently slapped the clothespins on her sister's tits.

Erynn was moaning and bending forward at each slap. Karen showed me three fingers and I worked three fingers into Erynn. After one stroke Karen showed me four fingers.

When I pushed four fingers into Erynn up to my knuckles she bucked and screamed into the ball gag. She trembled and nearly lost her balance. Karen slapped the pins hard enough for them to come off and fall to the floor. Erynn started to collapse and we caught her, while I was able to keep all four fingers buried in her pussy.

We worked together and lowered Erynn onto her back on the bed. Karen helped me pull my hand out of Erynn and as soon as it was out Karen attached her mouth over the wet gash that was her sister's pussy. Erynn issued another muffled scream and thrashed on the bed. Karen pushed her to two more orgasms and then stopped.

We cleaned Erynn up, dried her with a dry towel and removed the tape from her eyes. She kept them closed. I unbuckled the ball gag and slowly worked it out of her mouth. Karen took it from me and washed it in the bathroom sink while I snuggled next to Erynn. 

As I lay next to Erynn and slowly stuck a single finger into her pussy she spread her legs a little and opened her eyes. Her head turned a little and she looked at me.

"Am I a freak?" She asked.

"Not in my world. Maybe somewhere, but not here."

"I love feeling what I feel when I have surrendered like that. I've tried all my life to get there without the pain, without the surrender, and I haven't made it. Not once."

Karen snuggled in on the other side of Erynn. They kissed. The roughness was over. The kiss was tender and soft. Karen caressed her sister's breasts and Erynn moaned and thanked her for loving her.

Karen whispered, "We are so lucky. Where else could we find a man like Nick? He not only loves us, he loves us just the way we need to be loved."

In moments we were asleep. As I let go and drifted I thought about how Karen had come to me to be loved and had loved her sister enough to focus on her instead of herself. 

I fell asleep knowing I was the lucky one.