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The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 01

By: Scorpio44a



This is the beginning of a spin off from an earlier series of mine, "It Started in the Rain". If you're adventurous and haven't read "It Started in the Rain" you can read this first and see if the family makes sense. This story will contain some unusual elements so if you are looking for a vanilla sex story this isn't the story for you. If group sex goes against your grain, skip this story. If intersex is a synonym for freak, sinful or makes you want to puke, skip this story. There will be coitus, oral sex, anal sex, DP and lots of laughter. If you don't like those things, read something else. If the idea of polyamorus relationships turns you off, go read something else. All that said, it is my sincere hope you enjoy the story, vote and comment (privately or publicly).

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Friday Night

We were on our fifth date when we went to the pier for dinner. There's a nice restaurant out at the end of the pier. If you get there before the sun goes down you can watch the sun sink into the Pacific. I'd met Sandy in a bookstore in the Marina shopping center three weeks before that fifth date. She was looking for a specific book and the only copy in the store was in my hands. We talked, she got the book and we shared a beverage afterwards. On the short trip to the Juice Bar Sandy had been wearing rollerblades and she fell. Skinned her knee. I happened to have a first-aid kit in my car. I bandaged her knee and got a really good look at her legs.

Our second date was a hike in the Santa Monica Mountains. We got so intimate that date that she held my hand as we walked. We didn't get a bit closer, physically, on our third or forth dates. I did carry a first-aid kit with us. We laughed about it and didn't need to use it. Something about the way Sandy thought, spoke and behaved while we were together had me staying around and wanting more time with her.

As we walked out onto the pier to start our fifth date I mentally reviewed our time together. I had learned that Sandy worked with children who were having trouble learning to speak correctly. She loved her work. She was twenty-eight. I'm six foot tall and she is just a couple of inches shorter. She wore her dark brown hair in a pony tail. When the light was just right some red highlights showed. As far as I could tell her body was toned and slender, small boobs and slender hips. She didn't dress to draw attention to herself at all. She willingly shared about her work, her education and about Nebraska where she had grown up. She said nothing about past boyfriends, ex-husbands or girl friends.

She held my hand as we walked and watched the people on the pier. It felt really good. Comfortable. She said, "Can we get a private table? I want to have an important conversation with you and I don't want to share it with anyone else."

We went inside the restaurant and I asked the hostess if it were possible to get a private table. She pointed to a table tucked into a small alcove, five feet from any other table. I nodded and she led us to it. We ordered and were served our salads and drinks in less than two minutes.

After two bites I looked at Sandy and said, "If we eat the salads slowly they won't bring dinner for a while. Or we can eat the salads and then have the conversation after our meals are delivered. Which?"

"I'd like to wait until we have our dinners." She said. The salads were good and our dinners came quickly after the salads were gone.

When we were left alone she spoke. "Nick, Let me begin by saying I'm paying for this meal. You've been wonderful to me and with me from the moment we met and I appreciate it."

"You don't need to pay for dinner..."

Her hand came up like a teacher motioning for a child to stop. "Yes, I do. This may be our last date, and I don't want to have it end with you paying the bill."

"Ok. If that's how you want things, I surrender." I raised my hands in the armed robbery response called surrender.

"Thank you." Sandy said, her face serious. I put my hands down.

"Why is this our last date?" I asked.

"I said it may be our last date. That will be up to you after you have heard what I have to say."

"Ok." I put my fork down and my hands in my lap.

"So far you've treated me perfectly. You haven't groped me, felt my butt or even made a determined move to kiss me. All the men I've ever dated were in a hurry. I appreciate that you aren't, even though it made me wonder why you didn't... haven't tried to kiss me."

"I can tell you, if you want to know."

"I do." Her eyes locked onto mine.

"There's an energy that shows up between two people when the kiss is wanted on both sides. I wait for that energy. I want to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you after I bandaged your knee. I haven't felt the energy from you."

"You haven't felt it, because I'm afraid. Let me do this my way, please."

I nodded. I even took a bite of my dinner.

"On our second date I felt that energy from you and I almost ran away. In my history the first kiss creates a crisis and I wasn't ready for the crisis." She paused and I knew enough to stay still. She took a deep breath and continued, "Have you studied biology?"

"In both high school and college."

"So if I ask if you know what intersex is, you know?"

"Not sure. Is that like hermaphrodite?"

"Terms change, but yes sort of. There are a very small number of people born with both male and female sexual characteristics. Some have a testicle and an ovary. Some have the external genitals of a female and the internal organs of a male. The variations are quite varied. I am one of those people. Does that freak you out?"

"A little. I won't jump up and run screaming down the pier, but I want to know more."

"Ok. Yes, I have a penis and a vagina and both function in their own way, but not perfectly. My breasts are mine, not silicone. My birth certificate says I'm female. I use the women's bathroom and I have peed on the side of a tree."

"Your plumbing is the last concern that jumps to my mind. I want to know how it was growing up. Do you have brothers and sisters? What happened when you had gym class?"

She talked about the traumas of people labeling her a freak and making fun of her. She talked about going away to college and being attracted to someone who then spread the word about the strange freak. She changed colleges and stopped dating. Since college she had limited her dating to casual dates that didn't lead towards contact and she limited them to two dates. I noted that this was our fifth date.

"Why are we on a fifth date?" I asked.

"The only answer I have is that you feel different. I'm terrified, but even that is different. I've been terrified of being discovered and labeled a freak every time I've been attracted to someone. I'm not afraid of you blabbing to the world about me. I'm terrified it's a deal breaker. I like you a lot and I know that we're at the place where I want to give in to that energy I feel inside and that I feel from you." She took a breath. Her eyes held tears as they locked onto mine. They were asking the question she wanted an answer to and she was afraid of the answer.

I needed time to think, so I took a bite and chewed. When I looked back up at her she hadn't moved. Her eyes still searched my face for signals, answers.

"Sandy, if it's Ok with you, let's not order dessert. Let's take a long walk back to my car and a drive to either a nice hotel or my apartment. I was starting to think you were never going to want a kiss... or more. I'm scared, but not so scared I'll run away. When we walk back to the car I have something important to tell you, too."

She looked away from me and caught the eye of a waiter. Her hand made the sign for "check" and then she smiled at me. "I'm not hungry for fish any more." She said.

Two minutes later we stepped outside and turned toward the parking lot. She took my hand. Two or three steps later I let go of her hand and put my arm around her. She put her arm around me and squeezed once.

Half way to my car I said, "Now that I know about your plumbing, do you feel you are a woman or a man, most of the time?"

"Well over ninety-five percent of the time I feel like a woman. When I get turned on and lubricate I also get hard. I want to be fucked and I want to be forceful and fuck someone with my dick. The rest of the time, I'm a woman."

"We need to stop on the way wherever we're going."

"Where?"

"A market. A drug store. A mini mart. I need some lube. Otherwise I'm afraid you'll rip me up."

She turned us to face each other and we kissed. For the first time in my life I felt someone else's cock pressing against mine in a kiss. The kiss broke when a passing couple said, "Get a room! You could get arrested out here." We laughed and resumed our walk back to the car.

"You had something you wanted to tell me." Sandy said. She was beaming. We were walking a bit faster.

"I'll tell you at the car."

Amazing how fast people can walk when they really want to get somewhere. At the car I unlocked the doors and opened hers. She put her arms around my neck and said, "Ok. Tell me."

"I love you. I'm committed to doing what needs to be done, so this works for us." We kissed and I felt her pressing her cock against me as well as mine pressing against her. It was more than a kiss. It was minutes of them. Then she broke the lip lock and said, "We'd better go. I almost came in that last kiss. I don't want to cum in my clothes."

We got in and drove south on PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). Less than a mile later Sandy pointed at a hotel. I pulled into their curved entry area and we went in to register. The young man behind the counter asked. "Do you have a reservation?" I said no and he looked for an available room. Then he said, "We have a deluxe King room. It has a view of the pier. I also have a few suites available."

We took the deluxe King. I asked for their gift shop and he pointed the way. I gave Sandy a key card and I held on to the other one. She went with me to the gift shop. She found what we needed. Condoms and lube. I paid and we headed for the elevators.

As we went up to the eighth floor she said, "I've never been in a hotel for sex before."

"That make's it a first for both of us."

"You've never been in a hotel for sex either?"

"Not like this. Actually, not with the intent of having sex. We were on a trip."

The doors opened and we walked down the hallway to our room holding hands. I had tucked our purchases in my pocket. Sandy said, "Good thing we're not trying to hide what we're up to. We check in with no luggage, buy condoms and lube and immediately head for our room. The desk clerk and the gift shop girl both know what we're here for."

"They think they know." I slid the key card in the door and it clicked. I opened the door and held it for Sandy. She walked in and I followed. We stopped four feet from the big King-sized bed. The sound of the loud latch on the door swinging closed and latched was the jolt that seemed to be saying, "This is for real!" For a long minute we stood silently looking at the bed.

Sandy finally squeezed my hand and said, "Maybe we should start somewhere else."

"Yeah," I agreed. She let go of my hand and turned on the TV. She surfed through the channels and found some music channels. On the screen it showed the name of the song and the singer, under the heading, "Love Songs." She adjusted the volume so the music was soft. 

She turned, faced me and said, "Dance?"

We lifted our arms and embraced. In the small space in our room, we danced. She was warm in my arms. Slender. Her hair smelled of lemons and flowers. More than halfway through the song we moved closer and I felt her breasts against my chest. The song ended and we didn't stop dancing, holding to each other, swaying.

As the next song began Sandy looked up at me, just about an inch. When she did our lips touched and a fire started. Suddenly the urge to go slowly, carefully, testing our reactions to each evolution in our being together, was gone. The gentle press of lips progresses to tongue dancing, to kisses spreading from our mouths to faces, necks, and farther down onto our chests.

Sandy wasn't the aggressor. Nor was she the surrendered recipient of my affection. We were equally and joyfully giving to each other. Kiss for kiss. Touch for touch. Then, I had a thought. I was about to help her undress in the most direct way that came to mind. As my hands held fabric on either side of her blouse I realized she needed to wear that blouse when we left the hotel the next morning. My thought turned into an action. Instead of ripping her clothes off, I slowly unbuttoned and helped her get undressed. As each item came off I hung them over a nearby chair.

We were slowly getting undressed, kissing and touching the skin as it got uncovered. When I unzipped her skirt I was standing there with my pants down around my ankles. I started to laugh.

"What's funny?" Sandy asked.

"Confucius say, Woman run faster with dress up than man with pants down." 

We laughed a little and she said, "Then step out of your pants. I want to be caught."

As I stepped out of my shoes and pants I released her skirt and it fell to the floor at her feet. What she had for underwear wasn't what I expected. It was a girdle-like thing that firmly trapped her cock against her body. A vertical bulge showed the size and intention of the cock trapped within.

Sandy said, "When I dress like I did tonight I have to wear something or my hard-on would show."

"Can I help free you?" Before she could answer I dropped to my knees and grabbed the upper edge of the girdle. Her hands braced themselves by holding onto my shoulders. I had to work to get the strong elastic to release her. I was able to uncover her an inch at a time. When her cock was partially exposed I grabbed two hands-full of girdle and pulled down hard! Suddenly she was free and the girdle was at her knees.

I looked. My face was inches from her cock. It almost slapped me when I pulled the girdle down. Unlike on me the two bodyguards in a bag were almost not there. She had a scrotum and it had something in it, but not much.

"I'm so scared I think I need to pee." Sandy said.

"Don't!" I said. I looked up at her face and said, "If you really need to go, I'll either go with you or wait here."

"You'd do that?"

I pulled off my briefs and took her hand. We walked into the bathroom and stood side by side at the toilet. My stream released first. We both watched and then her stream released. Sandy was to my left. I held my cock with my right hand and used my left to reach behind Sandy and rest my hand on her ass.

"This is strange." She said.

"I agree."

Our water supplies ran out. Sandy reached and ripped off two squares of toilet paper, dabbed the end of her penis and dropped the squares in the bowl. I shook mine twice and let it go. She might have a cock, but she was definitely a girl.

I led her out of the bathroom and we reinstated our dancing embrace. Only now we were both nude. I wondered how many men in the world were dancing cock to cock and chest to breasts at that moment. I stopped wondering as our kisses became more impassioned. Her hands held my cock, stroking slowly.

"Nick, I've never had sex with a man before. I'm not a virgin, technically, but I've never had a penis inside my vagina before. How do we do it?"

"Do you have a clit?"

"Nope. According to my doctor I would either get a dick or a clit. If I got a clit I probably wouldn't get nuts and I'd pee like most girls."

"So oral sex for you is a blow job?"

"Yup. I like giving oral sex to girls. I think I'd like fucking them too, but I'm more attracted to you than any girl I've ever fancied."

"This is so weird." I said as I leaned her back onto the bed. She didn't clamp her legs together, but she didn't open them wide either.

I put myself next to her, positioned so my face was next to her breast. I kissed it a few times as my hand played around her cock and balls. I had seen guys in high school jerk each other off, but I'd never done it. It felt strange to be holding a cock that wasn't mine.

Sandy's hands guided me lower. I kissed a trail down her side to her pubic area. I had no experience with fellatio and until Sandy never believed I'd be willing. Sandy was important to me. I told myself she had the biggest clit on the planet. I opened wide and slowly slid her giant clit into my mouth. For a while I kept telling myself it was her clit. Holding her tits in my hands and hearing her feminine voice making appreciative noises helped.

Her hands held my head, urging me to make the moves she liked. We figured out how deep she could penetrate before I gagged and once we had that established she never pushed deeper. The sounds Sandy made were indescribable. They communicated better than words the message I wanted to hear, 'she liked what I was doing.'

I tasted her precum and my brain let me know that was a good sign. I realized I wanted her to cum in my mouth! When I realized it I almost freaked, until I remembered I always love it when a woman I'm with cums and I get to taste it. I make it mean that I am pleasing her and she feels safe enough to let go and enjoy us being together.

It may not be true for everyone's thought process, but it works for me.

Her cock was hot in my mouth and swelling. My hands left her breast and found her inner thighs, pushing her legs wider apart. Then as I sucked on her clit my hands slid together and I found her pussy. She was swollen and slightly wet. I traced her inner and outer lips and then my fingertip circled the opening into her vagina.

That did it for her. Her clit pulsed and shot some spunk into my mouth. I'd seen porn where it looked like the guy shot three or four ounces of spunk on someone. This was more like the shot from someone who has already cum twice. I caught all of it in my mouth and then swallowed. I'd once had a girl friend who would let me cum in her mouth but instantly spit it out. She said it tasted "nasty."

I liked the taste of Sandy. 

I moved up on top of her and moved close enough that kissing would be possible. My hard cock rested close to, but not in, her vagina. I asked, "How do you feel about kissing a mouth that just had you in it?"

"If I just sucked you off, would you kiss me?"

"Damn right I will!"

She drew my face to hers and we kissed. In the second kiss she let go of my face and used her hands to encourage me inside her smoldering pussy. I was two inches or so inside when I realized we hadn't used a condom. 

I started to pull back and her heels dug into my ass, pushing me deeper inside. She said, "You are the first man to ever be inside my pussy. I can't get pregnant. Please stay inside me and love me."

She no longer needed her heels to keep me inside.

For as long as I could prolong our connection we moved in a dance of stimulation, exploration and joy. At some point I realized she was hard again and it was pressed between us. Something about this unusual connection, or us, had this be more than sex, more than a man and a woman joining for the first time.

When my high peaked and I flooded her inside I pushed in deep and I kissed her. As I pulled back from the kiss I saw tears on Sandy's face. My first thought was that I hurt her.

"Sandy, Did I hurt you?"

She smiled and said, "I cry like a girl. I'm very happy. These are happy tears. Now, if it's possible can we roll over so I'm on top? You're getting heavy." 

We stayed connected and Sandy ended up sitting on my hips with her giant clit lying on my lower belly. She slowly leaned forward and when she kissed me my shrinking cock slipped out of her.

"We need a shower and maybe to change the sheets." I said.

"Later. Right now I want this time being held, enjoying having you hold me, enjoying being held. Ok?"


The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 01



"Yeah, I know. It's a girl thing." I smiled and we kissed again. Moments later I was asleep.

Saturday Morning

When I woke up she wasn't in bed. Someone had turned daylight on. Fortunately our room faced the Pacific Ocean and the sun came up in the east, behind us. Daylight arrived but not right in my face. I looked around and saw Sandy come out of the bathroom. I instantly knew it would strike me as strange every time I saw her naked, and that I liked how she looked.

When she saw I was awake she stopped and looked at me. Her eyes were searching for something. I hoped it was something good and I hoped she found it.

She looked longer than was comfortable for me and then she asked, "Last night was a lot about touch. From my side I thought it went extremely well. This part is about seeing me nude in the light of day. I can't read your reaction."

"I'll tell you what I think. I need to be brutally honest with you. You need more of a tan. If we're going to the Hawaiian islands together you'll burn to a crisp pale as you are."

She came to me and we kissed and wrestled on the king-sized bed as we laughed and touched. All that led to more sexual exploration. We cleaned up when that session was done and showered together. We got very clean and then it took both of us to get her back inside the girdle. I made a mental note to carry baby powder with us forever more.

We hadn't used the condoms and only a small amount of the lube. I carried the remainder in my pocket. We drove towards Sandy's apartment and before we got there she said, "I'd like you to stay with me for the rest of the weekend. Can you do that?"

"I want to say yes. I have neither my computer or calendar with me. If we can stop by my place I can answer Yes. If I have something scheduled, I'll call and cancel."

"Let's go!" We went. In my apartment I checked my schedule and I had only a note, "Haven't seen Lee in seven weeks." No appointment needed to see him. No need to call. Folded my laptop and we were ready to go. I looked up and Sandy wasn't in the room. 

I found her in the bedroom packing clothes for me. A suit, two sets of casual clothes, my dop kit, two pair of shoes and she was looking in my closet to see if she missed anything. I looked in the suitcase and said, "Socks and underwear." I opened a drawer and got three pair of socks and three pair of underwear.

As I closed the suitcase I said, "Really that's more than enough clothes for the weekend."

"I want you around after the weekend's over. If you agree, leave some or all of this with me. If you want to bring it all home with you, I'll be disappointed but I'll understand. I know I'm a lot to understand and be with."

I picked up the suitcase, took her hand and we headed for the car. One block later she said, "We need food. Otherwise we might have to dress and go out before Monday."

The market I go to was on our way. As we shopped we talked about brands we like and dislike, foods we like and dislike, times we like to eat, etc. In the market we bumped into a friend of mine, Bonnie. I introduced Bonnie and Sandy and Bonnie gave both of us a big warm hug. When we talked she asked if I had been up to see Lee.

""I was up almost two months ago. It was so good to see him happy again."

"Was anyone there when you went up?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes. Megan was there and so was Brian. I was surprised to see Brian. I thought he lived in some other country."

"He went back to Costa Rica yesterday." Bonnie said. "Go up and visit. I know he'd love to meet Sandy."

She kissed us both and left us.

Sandy asked, "Who's Lee?"

I stopped. I looked at her and said, "That's not an easy question. Can the answer wait until we've taken these groceries to your place?"

"I guess." I paid for the food and we went to her apartment. We got things put away and didn't hurry. There were lots of kisses and touches as we played in the kitchen. When we were done I headed for the door.

"Are we going somewhere?" Sandy asked.

"As I recall you asked, "Who's Lee?" Come with me for the answer, please."

"I don't need to meet him. I'm just getting to know you."

"If you want to know and understand me, you need to meet Lee. Anytime after the first ten minutes I will bring you home if that's what you want."

"You're just going to show up? Shouldn't you call first?"

"I'll call." I could tell she was outside her comfort zone too far. The call would be a way of helping her be calm.

I dialed and someone answered. Someone female. I said, "Hi. This is Nick Peterson. Lee there?" She said, "Sure" and I heard her call out Lee's name and the word phone.

He came on the line and I said, "Lee, it's Nick. I have someone with me that I want and need for you to meet."

"Then why aren't you on your way up here?"

"She thought you might be doing something private and not want visitors."

"I understand. Is this serious?" Lee asked. I heard volumes in his question.

"As a heart attack, only better."

"Let her have the phone, would you?" 

I handed her the phone. She said, "Hello?"

I heard Lee say, "Nick is one of my best friends. He never needs to call before he visits. When you get in his car look in the box between the two front seats. Somewhere near the bottom you'll find a keychain. One key, a short chain and a heart. It's the key to this house." He paused for five seconds and asked, "Do you like Chinese food?"

"Yes."

"Give the phone back to Nick, please and please come up now. Ok?"

"Ok." She handed me the phone.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Stop at Lee's Chinese. He'll have some food for you to bring to us. Don't pay him."

"Ok." The line went dead.

On the way to the car I said, "We'll stop at Lee's favorite Chinese restaurant to pick up food. He and the owner are really good friends."

"Ok. I wondered why he asked if I like Chinese food."

When I stopped in front of Lee's Chinese Food Sandy asked, "Does Lee own this restaurant?"

"The answer to that is yes and no. Long story cut short is that when Lee brought or found a way to bring his friend out of South East Asia he changed his name to Lee out of gratitude. Both men are Lee. Mr. Lee owns the restaurant. His son and daughter are also named Lee." We went inside and the younger Mr. Lee was waiting for us. He gave me one grocery sized bag of food. I handed him two twenties and he said he was not allowed to let me pay.

"It's a donation to your college fund. One for you, one for your sister." I said. He pocketed the money and thanked us.

"He's not allowed to let you pay?" Sandy said as we got into the car.

Lee and Mr. Lee were in South East Asia years ago. None of us know the whole story but they claim that they owe each other forever for what happened there. Lee helped Mr. Lee get to the US and Mr. Lee won't let any of us pay for food."

Sandy was quiet most of the way to Malibu. I almost turned off PCH towards Lee's old house when I remembered they had moved to bigger quarters up in Malibu. When we turned inland from PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) Sandy asked, "Are you and Lee related?"

"Not the way most families are related. He's not my Dad, my uncle or anything like that. I met him at the beach years ago. He was helping a couple kids learn how to surf and another kid nearby flipped off his board and landed wrong. It broke something and we all heard the bone snap. Lee and I took care of the boy while the two kids with Lee went for help. We've been close ever since."

There were two cars parked in front of the house. They were parked facing out at the street and both had the required U.S. Navy access stickers on the front bumpers. As we got out I could tell Sandy was nervous. I held her, kissed her and said, "Relax. He may not be my uncle or my Dad but I trust him completely. I love you and he will love you too."

It was as if I could hear her thinking, "But he doesn't know I have a dick!"

I said, "He wouldn't care if you had two dicks."

Sandy didn't laugh. I propelled us to the door, turned the knob and walked in. We turned to the right from the entryway into the kitchen-family room. One end of the big table was set for six people. Farther into the family room I saw Lee, Connie, Megan and Kat. The core of the family, almost. Pam was probably on duty as a nurse on the Navy base at Point Mugu.

They all stood and welcomed us with hugs and kisses all around. Lee was his gracious self and had Sandy sit at the end of the table where she could be closest to everyone. Kat served the food from the paper containers and the getting-to-know-you started as we ate.

Kat asked, "So how did you meet?" She looked at me as she asked.

Before I could answer Lee said, "I'd rather hear Sandy's version, if that's Ok. The few words she's said sounded so good I want more."

I waved to Sandy, surrendering the floor. She blushed at little and said, "We met in a bookstore. I was looking for a book that had been recommended to me and Nick was standing in the aisle holding it in his hands. It was kind of embarrassing. It was the only copy they had. I asked him if he was going to buy it and he said he was. I said I'd ask if they could order a copy for me and he said he'd give it to me as a gift."

Kat smiled and touched my hand. Sandy went on, "I said I could buy my own. I didn't want to start something with a man I didn't know with him thinking for less than ten dollars he'd have the upper hand on me."

Connie said, "That you-owe-me attitude has always bugged me, too."

"He handed me the book and said, "Ok. Here's the book. I know you'll love it. I've given copies of it away at least five times. Since you won't let me give it to you, maybe you'll buy me a beverage?" It totally blew me away! He was giving me the upper hand! I think I stammered and acted weird, but I bought the book and we got drinks at the juice bar next door to the bookstore. On the way to the juice bar I fell and skinned my knee. Nick got his first-aid kit from his car and bandaged my knee. We talked for a while and he asked me out. I said yes."

Lee asked, "What was the name of the book?"

"Stranger in a Strange Land, by..."

Everyone at the table said, "Robert A. Heinlein."

Sandy looked surprised and asked, "You're all familiar with the book?"

Connie answered, "I think everyone in the family is familiar with the book. Many of the ideas in RAH's books are living here with us."

"Rah?" Sandy asked.

"RAH is short for Robert A. Heinlein. They are his initials. I'm sorry. I use short-speak sometimes."

"No apology needed. "Stranger in a Strange Land" is the first of his books I've ever read. I have mostly avoided science fiction my whole life. I got the idea it was written by and for boys. RAH is changing my mind."

Sandy had relaxed. The conversation had turned away from her. Lee brought it back.

"Sandy, when you read about Michael's family what did you think of it?"

"I wondered if people could learn to live and love like that. I thought it would be great to have the love and support that a big family, a family of ... of intention could give and receive."

"That is the intention of this family." Kat said. "Except we don't intend to die like Michael did."

Sandy looked at each of us without speaking. Then she asked, "Have I just been recruited into a cult?"

"Yes!" Lee answered. "If I said no you wouldn't believe me. So by some definition of the word cult, we are one. But we're so poorly organized that as a cult meant to make someone rich or give them power we're a failure. If my memory serves me, cult means a religious group, an idolization of someone or some thing, a system of supernatural beliefs or an elite group. We aren't even an elite group. Membership is easy. No application to fill out, no dues to pay."

"So how does someone get in?"

"Say you're in." Connie said. "That's the easy part. Something gets us to the place in our lives where the idea of loving freely makes more sense to us than any of the other ways of living. We say, Ok, I'm going to love. Then the tough part shows up. Living it. In theory loving people is easy. But loving the asshole who cuts in front of you on the freeway and then slows down is the tough part. We all aim at loving him and not being him and we support each other in that effort."

"Speaking of support, would you pass me the rice please?" Kat asked.

Sandy said, "I want in and I'm afraid."

"Of?" Lee asked.

"I may be the person who cut you off on the freeway."

Connie said, "Because you have a tattoo on your back of the Grateful Dead? You've done drugs, been a hooker?"

"No. I'm not what I appear to be."

Kat looked at me and asked, "Do you love her?"

"Yes! I love her and want her next to me, with me, for the rest of my life."

Kat turned to Sandy and said, "If he can love you I can too. In fact I decided to love you when Nick called an hour ago. I didn't need to meet you, hug you know what color your eyes were. All I wanted to know was what Nick said."

Megan had been quiet for a long time. She spoke up. "There are a lot of things going on in this family that most people would be freaked out about. You know Lee is my Dad, right?" Sandy nodded.

"I love him. I started loving him as his daughter when I was a baby. As I grew and compared him to the boys and men I knew, they fell short. Five years after Mom died I stopped pretending and told Dad I loved him, as a woman can love a man. I love him now as a woman loves a man, as a daughter loves her Daddy and loving him has helped me to love Connie, Kat, Nick and every other member of the family."

"I hate to be crude, but are you saying you have sex with him?"

"Yes. Sex can be an expression of love, affection and connection. In the family we share that expression freely." Megan looked directly into Sandy's eyes as she spoke.

"I'm done." Sandy said. "I want this, more than I can explain but..."

I spoke, "But you've spent your entire life afraid that when people found out about you they would scream and run away. Afraid that you didn't belong. That may well be true in Nebraska, Florida, Japan or anywhere except in this family. I know who you are and I love you. Close your eyes and remember how close we've been in the last couple of days."

I waited a few seconds and said, "If you choose, I'll take you home and we can make plans together. Move in, share our lives and love. I'll offer you the chance to come here and be with the family often. The choice will always be yours. Marry me, live with me, I love you either way. Marry the family and you get all of us. Kat will be your sister, co-wife and aunt as will Connie, Bonnie, Rina, Pam and Megan. Lee will be your husband, uncle, brother, protector and so will Brian, Pete, Abe and a few others."

"What about you? Will you be my husband?"

"Husband, best friend, lover, brother, whatever word or label you want. My goal is to have your life be better every day with me in it than it ever was before we met."

Sandy said, "I believe you." Tears ran down her cheeks and fell to her chest. "I accept, I think. Your reaction to finding out the truth about me will decide if I can stay."

I wondered what she would do. She stood up and stepped back from the table. She said, "Six people in my life have seen me naked; My Mom, my Dad when I was really young, my doctor, two guys I dated in college and Nick. By the time I was five my Dad ran away. He couldn't stand to look at me."

She pulled the shirt up and off her slender frame. Her light blue bra gently held her breasts. Megan stood and her shirt came up and off. Her beautiful breasts were bare. Connie and Kat stood and bared their chests too. Connie said, "My right breast is bigger than the left. I always thought I was deformed."

Sandy released her bra and it fell to the floor. She started work at the button and zipper of her skirt. I stood and pulled my shirt off. Lee followed my lead. He said, "I don't have much hair. As a teen I thought you had to have lots of hair to be a real man. I wore t-shirts even when I went swimming."

Sandy dropped the skirt and Connie said, "Oh Honey, isn't that uncomfortable?"

"I'm used to it." Sandy said. "If I don't wear it someone might see that I have a penis."

"Can I help you get out of that thing?" Megan asked. Her tone showed she was not at all put off by Sandy having a penis, it was the girdle she didn't like.

"You don't understand!" Sandy said. "I've got a penis and tits! I've got a penis and a pussy! I'm a freak!" Her voice was almost a scream. She was nearly in panic mode.

I dropped my pants and briefs. All eyes went to my semi-hard penis. I said, "I'm a freak. My fiancé has a bigger dick than I do."

Sandy couldn't stop herself she started laughing. Connie and Megan went to Sandy and started working at getting her free of the girdle. Kat stepped in front of Sandy and held her face in her hands and they kissed. When the kiss ended the three cocks in the room were hard. Megan looked up at Sandy and asked, "Can I suck you, please?"

Sandy nodded a little and watched as Megan slowly and sensually took her cock into her mouth. Kat came to Lee and dropped to her knees and sucked him in. Connie asked me, "May I suck you, please?"

I looked at Sandy and she said, "It's all in the family."

Connie sucked and after a few minutes Connie released me and stood up. She stepped to Megan and moved her off Sandy's cock. "I want a turn." Connie said.

Megan moved to Lee and displaced Kat on his cock. Kat came to me. Sandy watched and felt and the look on her face said she was in awe. The sounds of three couples slurping and moaning filled the dining area.

I kept wondering how Sandy was doing, in her head. I was enjoying Kat's ministering to me but I was really worried about Sandy. I glanced at Lee and he winked at me. His hands helped Megan back off his cock and Lee walked to Sandy.

He straddled Connie and kissed Sandy's mouth. When the kiss ended he said, "Sandy, I love you. May I suck your cock?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

Connie moved out of the way and Lee kissed his way down Sandy's body to her cock and swallowed most of it. He sucked and stroked Sandy until she cried out and shot her load into his mouth. His hands held her hips to steady her. When she was wilting Lee stood up and kissed her again. That was the moment when I realized I had cum when Sandy did. Kat swallowed everything I gave her and stood up for a kiss. 

It wasn't hurried. When it ended I felt someone else touching me. It was Sandy. We embraced from toes to nose and we kissed. Our cocks touched and she said, "If we can get you hard again, would you fuck me, please?"

"We?" I asked. Her lips touched mine as another mouth swallowed my cock and began convincing my anatomy to give the lady what she wanted. 

It didn't take long. Sandy was really hot and anxious for me as someone had been at each of her breasts while we kissed. Whoever sucked me alternated between sucking me and sucking Sandy.

When I was hard enough to penetrate her, Kat cleared a space on the table and Sandy put herself on the table, on her back. Kat dove in and used lots of saliva to lubricate Sandy's pussy. When I wasn't willing to wait any longer I tapped Kat on the shoulder and asked, "May I cut in?"

Kat moved and I moved in. I stroked into Sandy and we began. I watched as we mated and the sight was erotic and the emotions in the room were like we were in a pool, swimming in the love. The affection. The acceptance. I closed my eyes and heard Sandy moan.

When I looked Lee was sucking on one of Sandy's tits and Connie was at the other one.

Sandy said, "Cum in me, Nick! Cum in me!"

I felt my ass being probed and a finger pushed inside. The tide rose and all the sperm I had rushed out of me and into Sandy. I did my bellowing moose imitation and almost collapsed. Hands helped me stay standing.




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I backed away from Sandy and Megan knelt at her and cleaned up the spunk I had deposited.

We left everything in the dining area alone and moved to the shower. In the old house four was about the limit for the master bath shower. The new house had an outdoor shower big enough for a dozen people easily. Hot water, soap and willing hands make group showers addictive.

I soaped both Sandy and I up and then hugged her, sliding as much skin to skin as we could. Near her ear I asked, "How are you doing?"

"I have died and gone to heaven. I'm not a freak! For the first time in my life I feel like I belong somewhere."

Lee stepped behind Sandy and wrapped us in his arms. "Your back needed more suds." He said.

Soon we were all in a hug and slithering against our bodies to share the soap. We shared kisses all around and rinsed. Just outside the shower area was a locker full of towels. We dried each other and went back inside.

As we cleaned up dinner and collected our clothes off the floor Connie asked, "Are you spending the night?"

"Is there room?" Sandy asked.

"Six people in only three beds last night. We have two kings and four queen-sized beds. Do you want to stay or go back to Nick's?"

Sandy looked at me and her eyes asked what I wanted. They also told me what she wanted.

"We're going to my place tonight. I think a little quiet time to process is called for. Lee went away for a minute and came back with something in his hand. He said, "Every member of the family has one of these. It's a key to this house. You live here." He put it in her hand and kissed her.

We dressed, without the girdle, and got kisses and hugs all around. In the car, I made it down hill to almost PCH before Sandy said, "Pull over." I did. I turned to face her and she said, "We're married. I married into the family tonight and we consummated the marriage in the family dining room."

I nodded and asked, "So am I moving into your place or are you moving into mine?"

"Oh my God! I haven't even told my Mom I've met you!"

I got my cell out of my pocket and handed it to Sandy. She hesitated, then dialed.

When she spoke I heard her little girl voice. "Momma? It's Sandy."

"I'm fine. Momma where are you?"

"Sitting in the kitchen or standing?"

"Good. You won't fall down. Momma I've met a man."

"Momma, he knows and Momma he loves me."

"Momma, his name is Nick and we've been dating a while."

"Long enough Mom. I'm going to hand him the phone in a minute and he's going to give you an address to write down. It's our address. We're moving in together, tonight. I'll change my address at work on Monday."

There was a long pause and Sandy asked, "You have paper and pen Mom?"

She handed the phone to me saying, "Mom this is Nick. Nick this is my Mom, Crystal."

I put the phone to my ear and said, "Surprise!"

"Are you sure about this?" She asked. I determined to remember her first words to me forever.

"I'm sure. Ready for our address?"

"Ok." I gave it to her and had her repeat it back to me. I gave her my phone numbers at home and work. She said, "Thank you."

I asked, "Anything you want to ask me?"

"Lots of things. How old are you? Have you ever been married? Do you want kids? What kind of husband will you be?"

"I'm twenty-nine. Never married before. I don't think having Sandy pregnant is possible or desired. If the decision to have and raise kids gets made, we can adopt. My intent is to be the best husband to Sandy that she could ever want. Ask her in a year how I'm doing, then in ten years ask again."

"You said never married before."

"We're married. We haven't told the state of California yet, but as far as I'm concerned Sandy is my wife, you are my might-as-well-be-mother."

What are your plans for next weekend?" Momma asked.

"Go to bed early Friday night. Stay in bed until almost noon on Saturday. Clean and handle errands Saturday afternoon. Go out somewhere special Saturday night. Stay in bed late on Sunday. That sort of weekend. Want to come help us get settled in?"

"I do! But, I don't want to meddle."

"What's wrong with you? You've protected and cared for Sandy her whole life and now you want to back off? Let's make a deal: You offer to meddle anytime you want and we'll feel free to turn you down any time."

"Ok! I'll make flight plans and call you back."

"Come any time on the weekend and make return flight plans for Monday noon at the latest."

I handed the phone back to Sandy. She said, "Yes, Momma, I'm sure." A few seconds later she hung up.

"She's in shock." Sandy said as she wrapped my right arm with hers. She looked across at my face and said, "I think maybe I'm in shock, too."

"What time do you get off work on Monday?" I asked.

"Four-thirty." I could tell her mind raced ahead in our conversation and she took over. "On my way home I'll buy some boxes and tape. We'll pack every night after work and have me moved before Momma arrives."

"No. If we do that we'll both be exhausted when she gets here." Sandy had my phone in her hand. I said, "Hit one on the speed dial."

She looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. She dialed.

When someone answered Sandy said, "My Momma is coming next weekend. I need to be moved before she arrives. Can we get some help?"

"Thank you, Kat. Here's my address." She gave it. They talked logistics and agreed on ten a.m. the next morning. Our Sunday was filled. Sandy smiled a smug kind of smile when she hung up.

I asked, "What's the smile about?"

"How many times in your life have you been able to ask a friend for help?"

"I can't remember a time when I couldn't."

"Other than Momma, I've never been close enough to anyone to ask. I just spoke to Kat and she said she'd get the boxes and tape from their garage and she'd call some family to help us."

"You better brace yourself. You don't know what's about to happen."

"Brace myself?"

"You met a little fraction of the family. Connie, Megan or Lee will call one or two people. Those one or two will call three or four. At ten tomorrow morning there could be twenty or thirty people at your apartment!"

"You can't be serious!"

"Twenty people, two trucks, enough food and drink for Mardi Gras. You'll be moved in, unpacked and having lunch by three tomorrow."

"We made a mistake! I can't ask twenty people to work like that!"

I smiled, "You didn't. You invited them to contribute to us, get to meet and know you and throw a party in two locations. I'll set an alarm when we get home. I'd wager there will be at least four people at our place by eight in the morning."

"Why at our apartment?"

"They will be cooking and preparing our place for everything you have. Our place will be cleaned within an inch of it's life and the unpacking will begin the instant things arrive."

"Does this happen often?"

"Every time we can work and play together, we do. It's family."

"I almost wish Momma was here to watch."

As soon as we were home Sandy started a load of wash. The girdle went in. I saw her toss it in and said, "Honey, wear one tomorrow if you want, but around family it isn't necessary. We'll all love you hard or soft."

"I may not be comfortable with it on but I won't be comfortable without it, either."

I drew a map of our apartment and numbered the rooms. On my computer I copied the map and gave one to Sandy and posted the other one on the wall inside of the front door. Even with the door open the map was visible.

"We can label boxes with the room number and the people here will know where stuff goes." Sandy said. I nodded.

"I'm tired. Let's do everything else tomorrow." I said.

I set the alarm for seven and we stripped and got into bed. We spooned together with my right arm over her torso and my right hand cupping her breast. I kissed the back of her neck. She said, "I don't understand. My breast is a little tender."

"Get used to that feeling." I whispered. Anything that was said or done between that moment and when the alarm sounded I know nothing about. I was asleep.

When the alarm sounded I opened an eye and rolled toward the alarm. Sandy was quicker. She went over my slowly turning body and hit the button. She was on top of me, all warm and I started having arousing sexual thoughts. Our arousal was evident. I reached for Sandy's cock. She stopped my hand.

She kissed me and then said, "Everybody's different. I look like I have a dick, but I don't have all the maleness that goes with it. Your dick and mine get hard almost every morning. The maleness in you sees it hard and looks for a place to put it. I don't have enough maleness to generate that thought. My brain knows I'm hard and knows it will shrink if I pee, so I get out of bed and pee."

"Wow! Ok, I see we could have a dilemma."

"Unless we communicate, we will have one. You want sex. I want to pee. That's a dilemma if we leave it there. If I go pee and come back and fuck your brains out, no more dilemma. I'd like that. Would you like that?"

I opened my arms and threw back the covers from us. Sandy bounced from bed and into the bathroom. I heard her stream and when it ended she stayed in the bathroom another few seconds before jumping on top of me. She straddled my hips and positioned my morning wood at her entrance. I wondered momentarily about needing lube, but as she invaginated me I knew she had lubed while she was in the bathroom or her natural lube had prepared her for morning fun. 

Our fuck was a morning gift to me. She looked at my face to see if I was enjoying it. She said, "This is all new for me. Somehow it feels like you're in deeper. What do I do?"

"Anything you want. I love how it feels to be inside you just like this. You can go fast or slow, shallow strokes or deep every time."

She lifted herself until only the head of my cock was inside her, then dropped down and fully engulfed me. Slowly up and suddenly down. Slowly up and suddenly down. Her cock slapped my belly each time she dropped down.

I held her breasts and toyed with her nipples as she rode me. This ride was not going to last long at all.

"You're getting close?" She asked. I felt the surge towards orgasm inside me and somehow she felt it too.

"Yes, I'm getting close. Thank you!"

Sandy increased her pace and rode me hard and fast. My hips bucked upwards every time she dropped down into me and my hands helped slammed her down onto my cock.

Once again I did my bellowing moose imitation and stiffened as I shot my load into Sandy.

She dropped her body onto mine and we kissed. And kissed again. She whispered, "I like waking up with you. I like how we say good morning."

"It was really easy to get addicted to waking up with you. I want to do it every morning from now on."

"I think some mornings you'd like to wake up with Megan, too."

"I think you're right. Maybe we should trade in this queen-sized bed for a king so three in a bed would give each of us more room."

"I won't be enough?" I felt her energy shift.

"Your training just jumped up. You and I were trained to believe that we should only love one person. Lee loves you. You are welcome in his bed. Connie loves you and you are welcome in bed with her, Megan, Pam, Kat..."

"I'm sorry. That was a temporary brain fart. I wasn't actually thinking. I reacted."

"Not a problem. You communicated. If you'd held that in it could cause problems."

Sandy looked at the clock and said, "We need to get dressed. If you're right people will be here in fifteen minutes."

We got up. After a quick shower I helped Sandy get her girdle on and we continued dressing. When we were dressed except for shirts Sandy said she would start coffee. She went to the kitchen bare from the waist up and started a big pot of coffee.

When she came out of the kitchen she looked at the front door and saw three people she had never seen before smiling back at her. She squealed, covered her breasts and ran for the bedroom. The front door opened and a voice called out, "Nick, it's your Mother. Do you have a girl in your room?" All three people laughed.

Sandy had run to my arms when she squealed. I held her as our family found us. I said, "Sandy I want you to meet some of your family."

"I can't," she said. "I'm too embarrassed. They saw my tits!"

Both women pulled their shirts off and bared their chests as they stepped closer to us. I turned Sandy and said, "These tits belong to Helen. These bigger tits belong to Francine. The shy guy who kept his shirt on, is Paul."

Sandy blushed and said, "I'm sorry. Until I met Nick I hid myself a lot." She didn't let go of the hug with me.

Helen stepped to us and joined in the hug. She pressed her naked chest against both Sandy and I, kissed me good morning and then kissed Sandy. Francine joined the hug on Sandy's other side and the good morning and kisses were repeated. Paul waited about three feet away from us.

I looked at him and he said, "I think it would be safe if I hugged ya'll but I had a cold a few days ago, and I'd rather be safe for now. May I have a rain check?"

I nodded. Helen and Francine said, "Sure." Sandy didn't say anything, she just smiled at him. All of us got dressed and went to the kitchen. We poured coffee and talked about what the plan for the day entailed. They liked Sandy and she warmed to them. She volunteered about her Momma coming next weekend and a little about her background. Paul watched the clock and when it was time he shooed us out and sent us to Sandy's apartment.

As we arrived I saw two trucks and a group of about a dozen people standing near Sandy's front door. When I looked at Sandy I saw a little fear in her eyes. As I shut off the engine Lee opened Sandy's door.

"Good Morning, Sweetheart." He said as he gathered her in his arms. She relaxed a little and said, "Nick said there would be lots of people."

Lee kept his arm around her. She got her keys out and Lee tossed them to me. I opened the apartment and ushered everyone inside. As they entered I asked them to find a place to sit and we would talk a little before we went to work.

Lee made sure Sandy and he were the last one's inside. I showed everyone the map of our new place. I said, "As you pack boxes put a number on the box to tell Helen, Francine and Paul where the stuff in the box goes. It'll make their job so much easier."

Lee said, "There are enough boxes on the gray truck to move my house. So go get some boxes for the room you choose to load and the full boxes will go on the blue truck. This isn't work. We're here to welcome Sandy and love her into her new home with Nick. Let's have some fun!"

Suddenly everyone was in motion. Lee spoke softly to Sandy, "Show me where the coffee is and I'll make some. You don't pack boxes. There are things you want and things that now become trash. So wander and point out what doesn't go. After everything that goes is out, we'll get all the trash out and clean up. Ok?"

Connie went to each room and gave someone in the room a marker to label the boxes. When the first flat boxes came through the front door it was five minutes after ten. At ten minutes after someone asked Sandy if they could turn on the stereo. A minute later a mixed CD of exercise music was playing. The first cut was "Jump" by the Pointer Sisters. 

I made sure to find and hug Sandy every fifteen minutes. The first three times I found her she was almost in overwhelm. I held her and she relaxed, then went back to work.

The blue truck left at eleven. Most of Sandy's stuff was on it. The bathroom team, bedroom team and half the living room team left when the truck left. They would join Helen, Francine and Paul in putting things away. I called Helen's cell and told her the truck just left. She asked when the rest of us would be leaving.

"If we keep playing this good music I see us done just before noon. About all that's left is tossing trash and cleaning."

"Ok! Be hungry! Thank you." She hung up. I knew her thank you was more than the thank you from people on the street. In our family "Thank You" is a prayer of gratitude, addressed to everyone, much like the word Namaste is an acknowledgement of the divine in me recognizes the divine in you. We have "Thank You" mean, "I see you" as family, as divine, as linked to me forever.

I knew I needed to talk to Sandy about that, and the sooner the better.

The apartment manager came by at eleven-fifty. He walked through and asked Sandy if she would wait there for ten minutes. She said yes and ten minutes later he gave her a check, returning her deposit and a receipt showing their business agreement was satisfactorily concluded. She handed him the keys and we were gone. The trunk of my car held the cleaning supplies.

The door closed and my cell rang. I started the car and handed Sandy the phone. She answered, "Nick's phone."

"We just left. We're done here and already on the road."

"I don't think I need to ask, but I will, Nick are you hungry?"

She held the phone near my mouth and I asked, "Is that a sex question?"

We laughed and I knew the folk in our apartment were having lunch. Twenty minutes later we walked into an apartment I hardly recognized. My dining table and the kitchen counters were covered in food. The floor was full of boxes and people. It was noisy.

I put my arm around Sandy and we kissed. She said, "Thank you for the kiss. Drop by anytime for more. If it was to help me stay calm, I'm fine. These aren't strangers anymore. I'm safe."

A young woman I didn't remember from Sandy's apartment stood up and the guy sitting beside her looked concerned. She came across the living room to us and said, "I had to work this morning." She pointed at Mark, the guy she'd been sitting with, "He's my new boy-friend. I'm Beth. He invited me to a party here this afternoon. Are you new to this, whatever it is, too?"

Sandy pulled her closer and into our hug as she said, "I'm new. Let me see if I can tell you what I know. All these people call this, being a family. Not a family like we grew up in, but an intentional family. Their intention is to love me and have me experience being unconditionally loved. Their intention and mine is to love you and have you feel that love every moment you're with us."

I added, "And soon to have that experience of being loved to extend into your life so far that you can feel it even when you're alone."

"Oh." The look on her face showed she was struggling with what she just heard.

Sandy said, "Beth, don't try to eat this whole meal in one bite. You'll choke. How long have you and Mark been dating?"

"A month."

"Every weekend for a month?"

"Every Saturday."

"I can tell you something that your heart already knows and I'm starting to understand at a deeper level. Mark loves you. Your happiness is more important to Mark than his own wants."

Tears streamed down Beth's face. She didn't say anything. I said, "Welcome to the party. We're going to get everything put away, dance a little, sing a little and be together a lot. There will be lots of hugs, kisses and touching. You are welcome to participate as freely as you're comfortable. Please don't feel like you need to accept a hug or anything you don't want. Stay close to Mark or join a team in any room."

I faced everyone else and said, "Finish your lunches and let's party!" Connie came to us and handed Sandy and me plates of food. I turned on my stereo and started some Cajun music. Within five minutes Sandy and I were the only one's eating. Everyone else was unpacking boxes. As soon as we were finished eating we wandered room to room answering questions. "Where do you want this?" "You have four of these, where do you want the extras?" "Are you sure this goes in this room?"

Before three all the boxes were flat and back in the gray truck. The dumpster out back was loaded with trash. Our apartment was clean and ready for us to live in. Sandy grabbed Lee and I and pulled us into the bathroom and closed the door. She said, "We should really do something to thank everyone. What can we do?"




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Lee answered, "Show up when they need you. Get to know them as individuals, as couples, as family you want in your life. I know Nick loves to bar-b-que. Invite some people over for bar-b-que. Ask lots of questions of Nick. And, Thank You." He kissed Sandy and reinforced his love for her in the kiss.

When we came out people were getting ready to depart. Six of seven women wanted to use the bathroom before they left. We stood by the front door and thanked each person personally before they left. I was surprised at how many names Sandy already had memorized.

We sat on the couch in the living room and after a minute Sandy said, "It's too quiet."

"You liked all the noise of having all those people here, talking and singing?"

"Not at first. I think my Mom and Dad wanted a lot of kids, but they started with me. Dad ran away and Mom never remarried. I grew up afraid to be close to people. I think this was the biggest social gathering I've ever been a part of. I didn't go to social things in school. Today I discovered I could be with all of you and not be as afraid."

"Not as afraid? There is still some fear?"

"Of course. There were almost thirty people around today. The six who were at Lee's are the only one's who know my secret. Kat wasn't here today. Other than the three who know, everyone else I'm still a little afraid of."

"Not afraid of me are you?"

"No. A little worried about Beth. I saw how she looked at you."

"I noticed that look too. The old me would have wondered which of you I'd choose. I caught that thought and realized, I love you both. You have nothing to fear from Beth, Connie, Megan or anyone."

"Megan is a beautiful woman."

"Yes, she is. I choose you... and her. We've already shared joining with her. Do you feel less loved?"

"No. I feel more loved than ever."

"Then why are we still dressed? Oops! I know why. Paul pointed it out to me while he was unpacking. He pointed at the windows in here and asked, "You like being watched by the neighbors?"

We had curtains but during the day I could see the fronts of other apartments through the thin curtains and I knew at night people outside could see in.

Sandy said, "We should get some better curtains."

We measured windows and talked about colors then we went to Bed, Bath & Beyond and got what we needed. Sandy was incredible. She picked things and filled a cart so quickly I was amazed. Some people I've known would wrestle over the choices for days before settling on something. Sandy knew what she wanted, she quickly found it, and we got it.

By midnight we had new curtains up. Sandy worked in the living room and I did our bedroom. When she finished the living room she had me come and check it out. She had installed curtains with roll-up blinds behind the curtains. What I had never seen before was how she installed the blinds. I'd always seen them at the top of the window and when you wanted to block the view you pulled the blind all the way down. Sandy had installed the roll at the bottom!

"I want to block the view in, not the light in." She pulled the string and the blind rose from the roll towards the top of the window. She had used longer strings and a metal screw eye at the top. When the blind covered the lower half of the window she said, "Go outside and see if you can see in. Ok?"

I went out and looked. I couldn't see in. When I opened the door to come back in Sandy was standing in the middle of the living room with her shirt and bra off. She was grinning, proud of herself. I gave her a hug, a few kisses, a fondle or two and told her how proud I was of her creative thinking.

She didn't put either the bra or shirt back on. She helped me off with my shirt and I knew the project was over for the night. We didn't set the alarm.




Thanks for reading this story. Chapter Two will be posted before July First 2010. Please vote and send me an email or a comment. I am interested in your thoughts unless they are simply attacks about something I warned you about before you started reading the story. If you simply don't believe a woman could ever be born with both types of plumbing, you don't need to tell me. That's your world and you're welcome to it. You just read a fictional story.



The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 02



Warning: There is violence in this chapter. It is not as graphic as most cop shows on TV, but it is violence. If you're not willing to have violence in a story you read, don't read this chapter.

Sunday Morning

Suddenly I was sitting upright in bed, eyes wide open and wide awake. The phone rang. I had no memory of a prior ring, but assumed one had happened and it was what had woke me. I picked up the phone and said, "This is Nick."

"This is Lee. Good Morning!"

"Ok. For the moment I'll take your word for the good part. I've only been awake for ten seconds."

"Did you wake up alone in bed?"

"No. Did you?"

"No. That hasn't happened in over a year. If you wake up in bed with someone you love, doesn't that, by definition, make it a Good Morning?"

"Yes! Good Morning Lee." Up until that moment Sandy had not moved. She tossed back covers, sat up and said, "Tell Lee I love him, please."

"The naked woman next to me says to tell you she loves you."

"Is that Sandy or another of your harem?"

"I do not have a harem. If anyone I know does, it would be you."

"How many women does it take before the term harem applies?" Lee asked.

I heard a female voice at Lee's end of our connection call out, "Whatever the number is, you've got it!" We laughed.

"Ok, we've established it's a Good Morning. To what do I owe the pleasure of talking to you this morning?"

"I'm inviting you to the house. Busy members of my harem who were not here when the rest of us met Sandy would like to meet her. They will be here today and tomorrow and since I assume you both work tomorrow, please come today."

"Shall we stop at Mr. Lee's Chinese Magic factory?"

"No. In about an hour I will be lighting the Weber and have already started a dozen chicken breasts marinating. Megan is chopping veggies and Pam is cleaning the pool."

"A dozen? You, Megan, Pam, Sandy and me. That's five people."

"It's Sunday." Even though I was on the phone, I nodded. Some habits die hard.

"Then is a dozen enough?"

"There are more defrosting in the fridge. If we need them they can be prepped pretty quickly." Lee said.

I held the phone out to Sandy, saying, "Here Honey, talk to Lee about today. I need to pee."

She took the phone and said, "Go for me too, Ok?" Then, into the phone she said, "Hi Honey! Can I be in your harem too?"

When I came back Sandy was off the phone and getting out of bed. She said, "Please tell me more about Pam and who is Corine?"

As we talked we got dressed to go to Lee's. Sandy put on culottes and a tank top with an unbuttoned shirt over the top. No bra and no girdle. She looked in the mirror when she was dressed and asked, "Should I wear more?"

"No. You look great!" I knew the odds were good we'd end up naked before dark and either in the pool or in each other. We stopped at our front door and looked at our apartment. I said, "I really like this apartment, now. You?"

"I will be proud to show it to Momma. I love it!" We kissed and went out the door.

When we parked at Lee's there were two cars parked outside. I figured Lee's van and maybe one or two others were in the garage. No one was in the house. We heard noises from the back yard and followed the noises. We found some family in the pool, some in the hot tub and three sitting at a big round picnic table. 

Lee was at the table with Pam and Corine. They motioned to us and we joined them. Introductions were made and Sandy seemed comfortable. Both Pam and Corine spent time really getting to know Sandy. Lee and I listened and participated when appropriate. The energy was accepting and inquisitive so Sandy relaxed more and more and shared with them.

We were visited by others that Sandy had already met as the day progressed. Snacks were brought from the kitchen. The conversation got pretty deep at times since neither Pam or Corine would ever encounter anyone like Sandy in the military. I thought about going swimming or hanging out in the hot tub a couple of times but decided not to. I was learning a lot about the woman I had married.

Her life had been quite sheltered. Her Dad's reaction to her had left scars on her. Not physical but emotional scars. When your own Dad has trouble being around you, refuses to touch you and refers to you as "it", it is going to leave scars.

Momma did her best, but she was freaked too and at a loss as to how to help her daughter. When puberty arrived both Momma and Sandy were terrified. Her penis grew and hard-on's became a problem. As all boys know, they happen without reason and can be quite embarrassing. For a girl it would be a hundred times more embarrassing. Momma's solution was a girdle. It all but solved the problem. Unfortunately, by the time Momma thought of a girdle the secret was out. 

Sandy told the story of being in sixth grade, wearing pants to school and made to stand in line to get into the cafeteria. She got an erection and two other girls saw the bulge in her pants. One squealed and made a big deal of pointing at Sandy's bulge. Sandy freaked and ran all the way home.

Calls were made from the school and conferences held about "the problem." The school board got into the problem concerned with putting Sandy in the right place in their system and with protecting themselves from law suits. Sandy never took a gym class, never saw other girls in the locker room or had the conversations with other girls about puberty, growing up, and sex that happen around the locker room. All the information Sandy had was from her Momma, who was pretty ignorant, herself.

I was getting hungry for some real food, not snacks when Pam said, "Sandy, are you comfortable enough with us to let us see?"

"Out here?" Sandy asked, looking around. In the hot tub she saw Megan and one other woman. In the pool Paul was talking with Mike and Mike's wife Carol, both in their thirties. Everyone else who had been there when we arrived had left or was inside the house.

Pam said, "We can go inside, if you'd be more comfortable."

Sandy thought for a few moments and said, "Either this will work or it won't. I can't spend the rest of my life being afraid of everyone." She stood and walked first to the hot tub and then to the edge of the pool. She asked everyone to come to the picnic table. I thought I knew what she was up to and I thought she was incredibly brave, given her history.

When everyone was gathered she said, "I have a secret. I hate my secret and the only thing I can do to stop hating it is for it not to be a secret. Everything I know about this family tells me I'm safe here and I can tell my secret. I can tell my secret and still be safe."

Paul said, "Whatever it is, we love you and you're safe." The others nodded. Megan stood beside Sandy and put her arm around her. I got up and took her other side. Sandy held on to both of us.

"There's a saying that says you can't tell a book by its cover. I think it means that you can't tell what the inside of the book is all about just by looking at the cover. That's me. I look like a girl. I have longer hair than most men, except rock singers and wrestlers. I have tits and they are mine." She got some smiles for that statement. "But, I'm not the kind of girl Megan is, or Corine, Pam, Connie or any of you. The easiest way to tell you what I'm talking about is to show you how I'm different." She lifted her shirt off and set it aside. Her tank top followed. Megan took off her bikini top. I took off my shirt.

Lee stood up and took off his shirt. Pam took of her shirt and bra. Corine followed the lead. Pretty soon all of us were bare to the waist. My arm was around Sandy and I could feel her trembling. She loosened her belt and unbuttoned the button at her waist. Her culottes fell to the ground and she was bare. I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them too. I was partially erect. Sandy wasn't.

Megan dropped her bikini bottoms to the deck. No one else moved for almost half a minute. Pam was the first to move. She came from behind the picnic table and stripped out of her pants and panties as she came. When she got to us she hugged Sandy in a full body hug. I heard her whisper, "Thank you. Bless you. I love you. You may well be the bravest woman I know."

Sandy was still trembling as the hug with Pam ended. She looked at the faces of those around her, looking for the rejection, fear and judgment she had seen most of her life from those who didn't understand or accept her. Those looks weren't there. There were questions, asked from love and wanting to know her better. There were those who wanted a closer look and after a while people moved back to the things they were doing earlier.

Sandy started to redress and Megan asked, "Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?"

"You mean gone swimming naked? No!"

"It feels so much better than being in the water in wet clothes. Try it!" Megan dove in. When she came up she waved at Sandy to join her. She looked at me and I smiled, then dove in myself.

When I surfaced I felt the splash of Sandy diving in. A few seconds later she joined us in water deep enough that we could stand. She said, "That was incredible! I felt all those little bubbles all over! Why do people ever wear bathing suits?"

"Most people around here don't." Megan answered.

We swam around and visited the others in the pool. When we talked with Paul he said, "I used to dream of what it would be like to have breasts. I thought I'd spend the whole day playing with them. I guess it's a guy thing."

Sandy responded, "It must be the thing about the fascination with what you don't have. My breasts are there twenty-four-seven. Touching them myself isn't as pleasurable as when Nick touches them, or Megan..."

"I get it," Paul said, "I enjoy touching myself, but it's so much better when someone else strokes me."

Lee was out on the deck and caught my eye. He motioned for us to join him. We excused ourselves from Paul and Carol and climbed out of the water. Carol hadn't said a word since the unveiling. Lee gave us towels and led us into the house.

"Sandy, I want to bring you up to speed on something that's happening here. You can decide how you want to play it, but before you can decide you need to know." He sat us in the living room and said, "Because Pam, Corine and Kat are Navy nurses we've gotten to know some of the patients in their care. Being in the hospital all the time isn't the best place for every kind of healing. We have room and we have the pool, hot tub and good food so we invite some of the patients to come and hang out with us from time to time."

"And a new one is coming today." Sandy said.

"Yes. He was injured in the war and was sent to Mugu to heal and do rehab. His body is about as healed as it will ever be, but he has some trouble seeing himself as Ok."

"What happened?" Sandy asked.

"A roadside bomb killed four of his unit and took half his leg off. Some of the bomb also left him with a couple nasty scars on his right side."

"How can we help?" I asked.

"I don't know. I haven't met him yet. Kat is on her way home from the base and she's bringing him with her. What I do know is he's twenty-two and was engaged before the bomb. She ended the engagement when she found out his leg had been amputated."

"Coming here is to give him back some feelings of self worth and maybe even some loving." Sandy said.

"Yes. The feeling of acceptance and affection seem to have great healing power." Lee said.

She looked at me and said, "I don't thing we should be here. Sounds like his head is crazy enough without seeing a girl like me. Maybe in three or four days we can come back and help, but right now I think he doesn't need the added pressure of someone way outside his life experience."

"I think his healing will be helped by you, but not at the beginning. In a few days having a conversation or two with you about being different just may really be helpful to him." I said.

Lee stood and said, "Thank you both for understanding and wanting to help. I expect Kat to be here in about an hour."

We gathered clothes and said our good-byes without hurrying. We dressed inside the house after showering in the big outside shower. Paul, Mike, Carol and Pam joined us in the shower and we all got very clean while we laughed, touched each other and shared lots of kisses. On our way to my car we met Kat and a young man on crutches. I went back and opened the front door for him. Sandy met him and apologized for being on our way out when he arrived. Then she kissed him on the cheek and he blushed. We left.

In the car on the way back down to PCH Sandy said, "Nice looking kid."

"He may be only twenty-two but kid is not a word he'd like."

"Correction: Nice looking man." Sandy said, lowering her voice for the word man.

We were quiet for a few miles and I said, "You were brave today. I felt proud of you."

"I couldn't have been that brave if you weren't there. Having Megan, Pam and Lee be so supportive really helped too." She put her hand on my thigh.

I put my hand on her thigh and slid it up inside the leg of her culottes. When I reached her clit she moaned and shifted just enough to give me more room to play. I stroked her slowly and because there wasn't much room the strokes were short.

"I'll give you three days to stop that."

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll give you three more days. It feels so good!"

"When we get home we can get rid of the culottes and things and get serious."

Sandy was quiet and I assumed she was just enjoying the feeling of being stroked. I was wrong.

"Lee loves us both."

"Yes. Lee loves us both. By extension and for their own reasons, so do all the rest of the family."

"That's a lot for me to wrap my head around."

"You don't need to wrap your head around it. When we get home you can wrap your mouth around my cock instead. You know the people who have physically connected with you have accepted you, just the way you are. Over time, the rest will accept you, too." 

"I don't want to go home just yet. I'd like to go for a walk at the beach, have dinner somewhere and then go home." Sandy said, squeezing my thigh.

"I know a nice place to do that." I said. We stopped and parked south of the pier in Santa Monica. We walked, held hands, talked and kissed a few times as we continued south from where we parked. We ended up walking along the boardwalk in Venice Beach where we stopped, had dinner and people watched. A couple of hours passed and Sandy said, "I have an idea. Let's go back home, get naked and do something deep and meaningful to each other."

I parked in our parking place behind Sandy's car and we quickly walked to our front door. A package sat in front of the door. It was addressed to "Nick & the Freak." Before I could move or cover the address label, Sandy saw it.

Tears started flowing and all thoughts of a sexual play-date disappeared. I picked up the box and carried it to a table near the pool. I slit the tape with my Swiss Army knife and carefully opened the flaps. I saw a folded sheet of paper on top, a note from the sender. We read it together: "You and the Freak are not welcome here or anywhere! God does not like freaks and Sandy is a freak! Satan sent you here to draw us away from God. Sandy is not human! You both will die if you stay in town!"

Wrapped in bubble wrap beneath the note was a crucifix. Neither of us touched anything inside the box except the note. We talked about calling the police. The threat was serious and even though we had no way of knowing how serious, it was serious enough to warrant our being careful.

Sandy cried and I held her. I wanted to hurt whoever had planted the package and threat. When we both had calmed down some, I called the police. I said, "My lady and I have received a death threat. I think the threat is serious."

I was transferred to a detective and half an hour later four officers were in our apartment. Two detectives in suits and two others with CSI kits and plenty of bags. The detectives interviewed us and the CSI people examined the note, the box and the bubble wrapped crucifix. They found prints on the note and the crucifix.

In the questioning the detectives, Martin Wallace and Bethany Carter, wanted to know why the sender would think Sandy was a freak. Sandy answered, "I have an abnormally large clitoris."

Detective Wallace asked, "So large that someone may have seen it?" It was clear he thought abnormally large meant less than an inch.

Sandy answered, "Someone may have seen it. It is that big. Other than that I have no features that are different from Detective Carter or any other woman. She's a woman and so am I."

"Ok. If the prints are in the system we will find the person who sent the threat." Detective Wallace said. Detective Carter asked if we had a firearm. I told her I had a Glock 9mm and a permit. She said, "If it were me, I'd clean it and have it nearby, but don't say I told you to do that."

Wallace asked if we were willing to go to court to help prosecute whoever sent the threat. Sandy said, "Let's catch them first, then see how things play out."

The planned evening festivities were no longer possible. Something altered the mood. We closed all the curtains and drapes. Sandy locked our doors. We talked softly and called Lee to let him know what was up. At about eleven we went to bed, wearing clothes. Neither of us felt like getting naked was a good idea. Sandy wore shorts and a t-shirt. I wore boxers and a t-shirt. The Glock went on the shelf just under the top of my nightstand, loaded and ready. My training and experience in the military had honed my skills at weapon care. I had been on a base pistol team and had been in combat in the Middle East and was not afraid to use the weapon. Sandy saw it and asked about my background and skill when I tucked the Glock in the nightstand.

Our lights were off and we were in bed. We were both wide awake. Something was telling me that the threat was about to be more than a threat. I realized that anyone coming to do us harm would see all the lights off and think we were in bed. I whispered, "Sandy, as quietly as you can, pull on some long pants and meet me in the living room."

She started moving. When she was up I stuffed a few things under the covers to make it look like two people were in the bed. I dressed too and we made our way into the living room. Before I left the bedroom I unscrewed the bulb in the ceiling fixture and unplugged the three lamps. I put a hard backed chair in a corner of the living room where we could sit and not be seen by someone coming into the apartment. Sandy took three pillows and put them beside the chair and sat on them wrapped in a blanket. It made her a very small target. 

With the curtains drawn almost no light came in from the outside. I lowered one blind, allowing the top of one window to be exposed and light from a street light to slightly illuminate the wall where the door to our bedroom stood. I joined Sandy in the corner where she held my hand and we waited. I sat in the chair with a chambered round in the Glock resting on a pillow on my lap. My hand gripped the Glock, ready for an intruder.

I was starting to think we were wasting our time when I heard someone or something moving outside. I heard scratching at the doorknob on our front door. Sandy squeezed my hand tighter. I moved her hand to my ankle. I was likely to need my hand.

The door latch clicked and I knew the lock had been picked. I could see the door opening very slowly. A head poked through when the door was open about a foot and the dark figure never looked in our direction. He entered wearing all black including a baseball cap and holding a revolver in his left hand. He stepped carefully, focused on each footfall and headed for the doorway to our bedroom.

I slowly put my hand over Sandy's mouth, signaling her that she must stay quiet. When I took my hand away I glanced at her face and saw her put both hands over her mouth. My eyes quickly refocused on the intruder. In the doorway to our bedroom he stopped, facing into our bedroom. I saw his arm come up and we saw and heard the flash of four shots fired into our bed. Sandy saw and heard the shots. I only heard. I knew the flash would hurt my night vision so I closed my eyes after the first shot. I waited an extra couple of seconds after the forth shot before I opened my eyes. I could see the intruder.




The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 02



He waited four or five seconds for his eyes to recover some of their night vision and then he turned to leave. The Glock was pointed at him, centered on his chest, slightly to the right of center. My right, his left, right over his heart.

The revolver had come down from firing position. He took a step and caught movement out of the corner of his eye. His head turned in our direction, the revolver began it's upswing to firing position and I squeezed off three very quick rounds. He landed on his back in the doorway to our bedroom. I knew he was dead. I knew I was bleeding. Sandy had dug her fingernails into my ankle when he fired his weapon into our bedroom and again when I fired. I kept my eyes on the man on the floor as I reached down and helped Sandy to let go of my ankle.

I whispered, "He's dead." Sandy burst into tears and jumped into my lap. I held her with my left arm and hand while keeping watch over the body on the floor. She calmed down after a couple minutes and said, "Are we going to call 9-1-1?"

I nodded. She got up with me and we found the phone. I dialed 9-1-1. I said, "A man broke into our apartment and shot at us. He's dead." I gave the address and told them there was no hurry. They still arrived with lights flashing and in record time. We hadn't touched anything except the phone since the incident. Our door was still partially open. We were back in the corner.

Detective Wallace was third through the door. The first two were heavily armed officers who saw us within two seconds. I had my hands up and the Glock resting on the pillow. Without moving I told them how to get the lights on and surrendered my weapon. 

When the lights came on Wallace said, "We identified the prints. They belong to Carol Ellis. Now let's see who this is. The Medical Examiner reached under the body and obtained the wallet. He announced, "Carol Wllis, married, born in 1979."

Sandy gasped and said, "We met her at Lee's." I nodded.

An officer came in and spoke to detective Wallace, "We found a car outside with the engine running. It's registered to a Michael Ellis." He gave the address. Wallace took the paper from the officer and said, "I have some sad news for him."

We convinced the officers to shut off the spinning lights. Hundreds of pictures were taken and our statements recorded. When the body was taken and a crew was doing clean-up a police lieutenant and detective Wallace told us it was a clean shooting. We were in danger and there was plenty of proof that she intended to kill us both. The medical examiner asked if I had been in the military. I said yes. He shook his head.

"There are three entry wounds in a grouping about an inch and a quarter around and a huge hole in her back. You shoot well." He turned and walked away.

Monday

We sat on the couch and covered with a blanket. Sandy was curled up on my lap. The sky outside was getting lighter and I knew neither of us was going to work that day. I looked at my watch and it showed 4:18am.

Before Sandy dropped off into an exhausted sleep she asked, "Why did she hate us that much?"

I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer.

I woke with a start, jumping to my feet, my hand reaching around for the Glock. I'd heard a noise. Sandy was on the floor where she fell when I jumped up. When I was aware of seeing, I was on my feet and searching the room. When my eyes focused on the person opening the door I saw Megan was standing in the doorway. My heart rate started back towards normal. Megan stepped inside, followed by Connie.

"I sent Lee and Pam to Mike. He didn't know what Carol planned to do. She left him asleep in bed. She left a note, in case she didn't come back."

Sandy hugged both women and asked, "Why?"

"The note says she'd been feeling strange about how un-Christian our family is for months and guilty for all the sex and all the intimacy we share. Seeing Sandy proved to her that we are satanic and she could only think of one thing to do. Kill you both. Her note said she believed she and Mike could go back to their church and be forgiven their sins once you were gone." Connie said.

Sandy was crying as she spoke. "Maybe I am a freak. Maybe I should have stayed alone and hidden." 

"No." I said. "You aren't the way you are by choice any more than any of us is as tall as we are by choice. You are just the way God intended you to be, if you believe in God getting personally involved in such details. You are 100% normal and natural, for you. Carol had some screwed up thinking given to her by some screwed up Christian ministers and parents, is my bet."

"Being around me is dangerous."

"It's also exciting and wonderful. Remember I said I love you?"

Sandy nodded.

"I didn't say I love you till it gets strange or dangerous. I love you. My job as husband is to protect you, nurture you, share life with you. This is just part of my job as your husband."

Connie called our jobs and told them we wouldn't be at work. My boss said he had already been visited by detectives Wallace and Carter. He said to take three days off, with pay. Sandy's boss freaked out and wanted to scream. Connie calmed her down and just when she was calmed down Wallace and Carter showed up at Sandy's job. Connie hung up.

Megan had stripped what was left of the linens off the bed and remade it. The CSI people had taken the four slugs from the mattress, the mattress cover, sheets, pillows and blankets. When it again looked like our bedroom she gathered us and put us in bed. Connie got in with us and Megan said she would "stand the first watch." She had learned the lingo from the Navy and Marine folk she'd been hanging out with. I didn't believe we needed any more protection, but it felt safer knowing she was in the living room.

That afternoon detective Carter came by and recommended we move out for a few days, until the investigation concluded with the finding that she acted completely alone. We went to Lee's.

We met the new Marine after we had moved some things into a spare bedroom. We knew who he was from the nametag on a bedroom door: Alex Posen. We found him on a couch in the living room, sitting across from Megan. He appeared to be in a trance. Megan was wearing a Chinese sheath dress, high collar, form fitting down to six inches above her knees and slit on one side up to mid-hip. The dress was an emerald green brocade with golden dragons appearing to guard her body.

We sat near them both and talked for a while. I pushed the conversation to Alex's Marine Corps career. He had been in the Corps for four years, two of those stationed in the Middle East. He had been deployed as a spotter when the roadside bomb took out most of his squad and sent most of him home.

Sandy quizzed him about being a Marine and about his family. She and Megan drew him out about life before the Marines and how he felt about being a Marine. He choked up when he talked about having to leave the Corps. He had intended to be a career Marine. He got choked up again when he thought and spoke about not knowing what a one-legged ex-Marine could do.

Sandy said, "One step at a time. Let's get you healed up before we climb Everest, Ok?"

"I don't think I'll be climbing any mountains." The pain of saying it was evident in his voice.

"Maybe we can start closer to home, say Mount Wilson. It's an hour or so from here. I've always wanted to be able to say I climbed a mountain." Megan said.

Sandy chimed in, "Can I go too? I'll need to get into shape to do it."

Alex looked at both women like they were nuts. He said, "No one climbs mountains on crutches. It will take months before I can wear prosthetics and even walk well. Climbing is nuts!"

Lee came in at that moment and said, "He's right. He'll never climb a mountain. It's possible for someone to do it with a prosthetic leg. It may even be possible for someone on crutches, but it would be really hard work and possibly even painful. Let's set a more doable goal. How about the goal of walking for a mile at the beach?"

Alex looked at Lee, then at Megan, me and Sandy. He said, "You're trying reverse psychology on me. You think you can trick me by telling me I can't do it!"

Lee asked, "How far have you walked since you arrived?"

"I went to my room, put things away. Then I went to the kitchen and had dinner. I guess I've made five or six trips from my room to the head, the kitchen and this couch."

"Months ago a young sailor came here while his room was being painted. A roadside bomb got him, too. Like you he arrived on crutches. He had been told he was being discharged from the Navy when he was healed. The day he left here he told the Navy he wanted back in the SEALS. Seven months of hard work and he was back in the SEALS. If things go as planned he will be back from wherever he is in two more months and he's going into business with my son, Brian."

Megan added, "His girl back home dropped him when she heard he got hurt."

I looked at Alex's face and said, "But that doesn't apply to you. The stories aren't at all the same or even close. He was Navy. You were a Marine. The last time I saw him he had just finished swimming a hundred and seventy laps of Lee's pool."

"No disrespect meant, Sir, but you don't understand." Alex's face showed he was being tolerant of someone who just couldn't understand.

Sandy asked, "Maybe you can explain it to me and I will try my best to understand?"

"Ok! I lost half my leg doing my job in Afghanistan. I can't be a Marine with half a leg! All I've ever wanted to be was a Marine. In less than ninety days I'll be a civilian! A civilian with no job skills, no job, one leg, no home, no woman and damn little money!"

Megan asked, "You mean there are no Marines with prosthetic legs?"

"I never heard of it."

"Let's find out." I said.

"How?"

"I have a friend in the Navy. I'm sure that if there is a Marine wearing a prosthetic leg my friends can find them."

He sat a little straighter. "Ok. Let's find out."

Lee and I went to the computer and Lee sent an email to Abe, Captain Abraham Evans, commanding officer of the medical facility at Mugu. He told about the conversation we had with Alex and asked for help.

When we returned the ladies had gotten Alex into the kitchen and he was chopping veggies for a salad. Sandy and Megan were talking about Megan's last boy friend. I got another knife and a cutting board and started cutting fruit.

Megan said, "He was a lot of fun to be with when we first started dating. We went to Disneyland, dancing, restaurants and did some hiking. He treated me pretty well, but like I was made of glass."

Sandy asked, "Like glass? Oh, you mean like you might break or something?"

"Yeah. Our first hike was less than a mile! When we went dancing he'd want to sit and rest after two fast songs. When I asked about it he said he didn't want to work me too hard."

"Did he get the message?"

"Slowly. When we went hiking the third or forth time I planned the day and took him to Cogswell Dam."

"Where's that?" I asked.

"Up highway 39 into the Angeles Forest and then it's a seven mile uphill hike from the road. The fastest I've ever done it is two hours and twenty minutes. Dad used to take us camping up near the dam on Memorial Day weekend every year. That was an adventure! From the dam there's a creek that flows next to the road. One year the creek washed out parts of the road and we had to bolder hop up the stream for seven miles, in the dark! It took us five hours that night. My feet were bruised on the bottom for weeks!"

"How long did it take you when you took Pete?" I asked. I remembered Pete. He was Megan's last boy friend before she and Lee became lovers.

"Three hours. I hiked his ass off. When we got to the damn I surprised him even more."

"How?" Sandy asked.

"I usually hike with a jog bra and a light over-shirt and shorts. By the time we got to the dam it was nearing ninety degrees so I peeled off the over-shirt and then the jog bra so I could use cool water to rinse off and get cool."

"He hadn't seen your chest before?" I asked.

"Not anywhere except in a bedroom. I figured it was Ok. There weren't any people around at all. In three hours we hadn't seen or heard anyone."

"What did he do?" Sandy asked.

"He acted like the police were going to arrest me for indecent exposure or something. He asked me to cover myself. He looked away and even stepped away some yards from me."

Alex said, "There was something wrong with him."

"Maybe he was brought up in a culture where the only time you should ever see breasts is after you get married." I said. "That's pretty much how I was raised."

"I saw my first breasts when I was thirteen." Alex said, blushing.

"A girl bared herself to you when you were thirteen?"

"No. I climbed up and looked through the windows of the girl's gym at school." He was still blushing, proudly.

I said, "Maybe Pete had peeked at breasts before, but Megan was right out in the sunshine bare to the waist. She knew he was looking and wanted him to look. That's different than peeking."

Sandy asked, "Alex, has it been a long time since a woman showed you her breasts, on purpose, wanting you to look?"

He nodded. I would have bet his reality was that no woman had ever bared her breasts for him.

Sandy smiled and winked at Megan. Then she said, "Then you get to choose. You can pick me or Megan and whoever you pick will remove her shirt and bra for you. We will finish making dinner and eat with our tits right out there for your viewing pleasure."

"You're kidding!" His face was like the kid who just found out he got the bike he wanted for Christmas.

"Nope! So who do you choose?"

He looked from one chest to the other and said, "Megan."

"Oh good!" Megan said, "I hoped he'd pick me. Bras are uncomfortable." She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She hung it on the back of the chair Alex was sitting on, which got her very close to him and he got a close look at her lace covered breasts. She reached up to unhook her front closure bra and stopped. She grabbed Alex's hands and said, "Want to help me here? It hooks in the front. Squeeze my boobs together and it will come apart pretty easily."

Alex hesitated and then did as she instructed. A few seconds effort and the bra came apart. Alex was holding the lace against Megan's chest and when he pulled his hands back a bit the cups came with his hands. Megan's breasts were bare. She thanked him, removed the bra completely and hung it on the chair behind Alex.

She rubbed her breasts and said, "Damn, that feels so much better." She resumed making a salad as Alex's eyes followed her every move.

"Megan, I think you have two of the most beautiful breasts I've ever had the pleasure of seeing, holding, tasting and enjoying." I said.

Alex looked at me and said, "I thought you were with Sandy."

"I am. Sandy's breasts are incredible! Megan and I have been friends for years longer than I've known Sandy. I appreciate both women for who they are, not just how they look... and, for how they each look."

Sandy unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her bra wasn't lace but a nylon mesh cup design that allowed her nipples not only to be seen but to push the fabric so they showed as erect through the blouse as well as the bra. I hadn't seen it on her before.

She looked at me and said, "I wore it for you. Now, I'm going to take it off for Alex."

Her hands went behind her back and the bra fell forward. Alex was in shock. I lifted my t-shirt up and off. I said, "You're right, Megan it feels better being bare!"

Alex looked at each of us in turn and said, "I'll stay dressed. I have scars and they're ugly."

"Ok." Megan said. She waited a few seconds and said, "Do you like seeing us this way?"

Alex smiled and nodded. I said, "Maybe after dinner we can go swimming?"

Alex immediately said, "I don't have a swimsuit."

"Lee has a few for visitors. We'll get you one that will fit you."

I caught the panic in Sandy's eyes and said, "I have asked Sandy to wear bottoms. I love the tan lines she gets when her tits are brown and her butt is white."

Alex said, "I like tan lines, too."

Lee and Connie joined us. They saw the state of undress Sandy, Megan and I were in and stripped down too. Alex was treated to the sight of three beautiful women. When Connie stripped she went all the way. From the look on Alex's face he'd never seen a bald pussy before. She noticed him doing more than glancing at her.

She said, "Alex, It's Ok to look. I used to have a pretty significant bush but when I discovered how much I love having my pussy eaten I knew I wanted it smooth... for whoever was invited for dessert!"

Alex looked shocked, again. I thought about saying something, but didn't. Lee did. "Things around here are not a lot like where you grew up, are they?"

"Nope. I'm still not sure why I'm here. I am sure I don't know how to act."

"No one at home would come to dinner naked?"

"No. I've never seen my Mom or my sisters naked. And. If I did they wouldn't explain why they shaved!"

"Have you ever heard someone at home get upset and yell obscenities at another member of the family?"

"Yeah. Almost everyone gets angry sometimes and calls each other a bitch or an asshole."

"Which do you think causes more damage to the relationships between people, seeing them naked or having them use obscenities against each other?"

"Obscenities."

"We agree. Violence is seldom the way to solve things or make things better between people. Last night Sandy and Nick were attacked and had to protect themselves. Someone wanted them dead and the right course of action was to stop them. It's one of the rare occasions when violence is called for. Using obscene labels because someone borrowed your shirt is violence, verbal violence, and it does damage to the relationship."

"So when you get angry you don't yell obscenities?"

"Not at someone. If I get angry at a driver on the freeway I redirect that energy into something that makes me smile or laugh."

"Like what?"

"Like when someone cut Lee of on the freeway last week." Connie said. "We were on our way to LAX and he cut in front of us and stepped on the brakes. Lee went around him and when we were alongside him, Lee honked. The guy looked over and Lee blew him a kiss!"

Lee added, "The look on his face was priceless! We laughed all the way to LAX."

"I'll bet he expected the single finger salute!" Alex said.

"My way's more fun."

We nodded.

Alex was quiet for a time, focused on eating. He looked up and saw Lee touching Connie's nipple.

"I'd never see that at home, either."

"Why? Don't you think your Dad touches his wife's nipples?" Lee asked.

"Not at the dinner table!"

"Meals can be fun." Connie said. She dipped a finger in the guacamole and spread it on Lee's nipple. Then she bent and licked it off his nipple. Lee moaned and dipped his finger in the guacamole. Connie twisted in her chair, aiming a breast towards Lee. Megan was to her other side and dipped a finger in the guacamole and dabbed it on Connie's other nipple.

Both smiled and took Connie's nipples in their mouths. Connie closed her eyes and moaned as she held their heads to her breasts. When she released them she took another finger of the green stuff and asked Alex, "Right or left? I want you to know guacamole is better on a nipple than on chips or enchiladas."

He hesitated and I said, "Let me have right and Alex can have left."

Connie put a generous dollop one each nipple, walked to stand between us and used her hands to guide our mouths where she wanted them to go. I sucked and used my tongue to enjoy the guacamole and her nipple. She pressed my face into her breast and moaned. When she released us both I looked and Sandy was standing beside me with guacamole on both nipples. Both were hard. Connie moved and Sandy took her place between us. Alex didn't hesitate.




The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 02



We enjoyed Sandy and the guacamole for a while. I made believe there was a lingering taste of the green on her nipple long after it was actually gone.

Finally Sandy said, "Please stop! That's so hot!" We stopped.

She resumed her seat and said, "Nick, please stand up."

I stood. Sandy unbuttoned my shorts and helped them fall to the floor. My erection popped free and was captured by her hand. Her other hand grabbed the bowl of guacamole and brought it close to my cock. She released my cock and used two fingers to gather guacamole and spread it all over my cock. She looked up at me and asked, "I seem to have made a little mess. May I clean up the mess? Please?"

I nodded and Sandy opened her mouth and swallowed me completely. She made appreciative noises as she cleaned all the sauce off my member. For most of the time I was focused on watching her. When I looked up I was surprised to see Megan kneeling beside Alex, spreading guacamole on his erection and Connie sucking on Lee. I noticed the bowl of guacamole was empty.

Sandy kept cleaning until she felt me swell and unload my cream into her mouth. She swallowed and cleaned me some more. I heard Alex grunt and saw his hands holding Megan's head in place as he unloaded. Lee leaned back and said, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

We all laughed and dinner was over.

After the kitchen and dishes were cleaned up Sandy and I stayed up for a while watching a movie on HBO. Alex started the movie with us but Connie came to him and wordlessly invited him to stop watching. She led him down the hall to his bedroom and closed the door once they were inside. Lee came out of his office and found Megan in the kitchen. They walked past us and into the master bedroom, hand in hand.

As soon as they were gone I stood up, shut off the TV and helped Sandy stand. We kissed and I whispered, "I want to go to bed. I want for us to fuck each other, enjoy each other and fall asleep touching." She reached down and grabbed my cock, then whispered, "Does that mean I get your ass?"

"You can have mine. I'll have yours and or your pussy."

I led and just when I opened our bedroom door I heard Alex make the unmistakable noise of a man cumming. We stepped inside and closed the door. Very quickly we were both nude and hard. I pushed her onto the bed and bent to her "clit" swallowing all of it and feeling it grow in my mouth.

Sandy leaned to the nightstand and got a tube of lube. When she was hard I stood up and said, "How do you want me?"

"On your back, right where I am." She rolled over and got off the bed. I put my back on the bed, my ass and legs off the bed. I lifted my legs and as I spread them Sandy lubed my ass. The lube was cold. She worked a finger inside me, twisting and probing inside me. She bent closer and sucked my cock as she pushed a second finger inside. The sensations were new and wild.

And, then there were three fingers inside my anus. I pulled on my knees and spread my legs wider. She pulled her fingers out suddenly and replaced them with her huge "clit". She pushed in completely on the first stroke. I'd never felt so full in my life! I looked at her face and said, "I love how it feels to be fucked by you. I surrender."

Her first three or four strokes were slow and deep and then she started speeding up. She stroked my cock with her right hand in time with her thrusts into my backside. I reached to her chest and pinched her entire breast. 

She started shaking all over, her strokes became erratic and her eyes closed. I thrust up to meet her inward thrusts and I said, "Cum in me, Sandy! Fuck your man! Give it all to me!"

She stiffened and I felt something happening in my ass. I visualized her cum squirting inside my ass and the feeling being her hot cum. My hand covered hers on my cock and we held still for a while. She slowly backed out of me and ran to the bathroom. Seconds later she was back and cleaning us both with towels. 

She didn't speak or even make eye contact. She made a second trip to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet cloth to clean us both and a dry towel for the final drying.

I pulled her down on top o me and held her close. She still hadn't made eye contact. I whispered, "Talk to me, wife."

She sobbed instead. I held on and knew that what we had done was new for her, too. New to think about, new feelings, new visuals and new emotions too, I guessed. I waited.

When she stopped crying I still waited. I knew she'd talk when she was ready.

"You love me." She whispered.

I nodded.

"I've never felt so free as I am right now. When we said we'd do each other I made it mean that if you did me first that you really didn't want me to do you. But, you wanted me to do you! Have you been done like that before?"

"No. Most women don't have a big enough clit to fuck with it. I'm just lucky."

"Will you ever want to do it again?" She was still not looking at me and still whispering.

"How soon can we get you hard again?"

She sobbed again and held on tight. She said, "Some feelings I'm not used to came over me when I penetrated you. I felt powerful and ... and dominating. Holding you and forcing myself inside you! Maybe I was generating testosterone or something. Is that a feeling men have?" 

"Sounds a lot like how I feel when I penetrate you. Powerful, strong, dominating and protective. Quite different than the feeling you have when I'm pushing into you, isn't it?"

"Different... and I like it, either way."

Her foot bumped into the puncture wounds on my ankle. I jumped a little. She said, "I'm sorry. I was really scared."

"I was scared too. You did great! You never actually fell apart."

"Yes, I did. I held it together until you were asleep. Then I held onto Connie and sobbed myself to sleep."

I stayed quiet for a time. Finally, I whispered, "Tonight you can just relax and sleep. We're both safe."

I'm not sure she heard me. I think she was already asleep.

Tuesday

Part of the day was relaxing. Connie and Lee made French Toast for breakfast. While we ate Lee brought the answering email from Abe. He read it to all of us as we ate. It said the Corps policy was to discharge all amputees. It also said there were a few exceptions to the policy, men who had petitioned to regain their status and resume active duty and had rehabbed themselves into condition to do exactly that. They could petition to stay on active duty during rehab and needed to test within a year. One shot. Fail and you're a civilian the next day.

I watched Alex's face as he listened. I couldn't read him. As Lee read he looked like a man one second and a kid the next. After a pause when Lee was done Sandy asked, "Alex, what did you hear?"

He looked up at Sandy and said, "It is possible. If I work hard enough I can do it."

I asked, "When are your ninety days up?"

"Fifty-seven days."

"Then tomorrow we drive back to Mugu and you can start the paperwork to petition, if that's what you want to do." Lee said. "Navy paperwork moves slowly. If staying in is what you want, you need to get started."

"It isn't even noon. Couldn't we go now?" I could read his voice and his face at that moment. He had decided.

"Finish your breakfast. Get dressed and I'll meet you at the van." Lee said, smiling.

The little bit of French Toast on his plate suddenly disappeared and he took his plate to the sink, hopping on his only foot. He said, "Thanks for the French Toast. The only way it could have been better would have been with guacamole." We all laughed at the reference to the play at dinner the night before. He washed the plate and hopped out of the kitchen.

Lee called Abe and told him to prepare for the arrival of the Marines. Sandy and I decided to ride along. We weren't supposed to go home until detective Wallace said it was safe and he hadn't called. We finished dressing and met Alex and Lee at the van. Alex sat shotgun and Sandy sat with me behind Alex and Lee.

We had been on the road less than five minutes when we saw a Navy uniform carrying a duffel bag headed north along PCH. Lee pulled over. I opened the sliding door and asked, "Want a lift?"

"First I need to know, is Point Mugu this way?"

"Yes. In fact that's where we're going. I have a parking sticker on the front bumper, if you want to check." Lee said.

Alex said, "They're taking me back to the doctor. Climb in."

They talked about the Navy, Marines and where they had been stationed. Alex told him about the fight to stay in and the guy said he'd help any way he could. He said he'd be at Mugu for a year.

When we got to the gate the Marine on duty stopped us. The guard got ID from all of us and had the passenger get out there. He needed to walk onto the base and to his new assignment. When I pulled into the parking spot by the clinic Abe was waiting. Alex was in civilian clothes so he didn't salute, but he did stiffen when Abe looked at him. He used crutches to move himself to the clinic doors.

As Abe followed he said, "Come back for him on Friday afternoon. Ok?"

Lee said, "Aye, Aye", smiled broadly and started to get into the van. 

Abe said, "If you leave without saying anything to a Commander and two lieutenants there will be repercussions!" He opened the clinic doors and all three starched white uniforms came out. They moved quickly into the van and Pam said, "We have a whole hour for lunch! Let's go!" 

We went. Fifteen minutes to the nearest Red Lobster and we were quickly seated and eating. I drove from the base. Lee sat in the back, Sandy in shotgun and the three starched white uniforms were all over Lee. On the way back to base Corine somehow got access to Lee's tool and had him plunged into her fitting. I drove slowly for the last half mile, hoping they would conclude the maintenance operation before the guard at the gate saw them. Corine had three napkins stuffed into her panties, her white pantyhose pulled up and her dress restored to ship shape as I pulled up to the gate. The Marine smiled as he snapped a crisp salute. 

Five minutes later it was Lee, Sandy and I headed south on PCH. We were near the Sea Lion Inn when my cell rang. The ID said, "LAPD". I answered. It was Wallace. "You can go home. She hadn't spoken to anyone. Her husband asked me to tell you that her funeral is Friday at Forest Lawn in Burbank."

I thanked him and hung up. "Lee do you know Mike's phone number?"

"Gonna call him?" Sandy asked.

"Yes. I need to call him."

Lee punched in the number on his phone and handed it to me. Mike answered on the third ring. I said, "Mike, it's Nick. I'm sorry."

He said, "You did what needed to be done. Carol was... well she was Carol. At least she didn't suffer or have to go to prison."

"Detective Wallace told me the funeral is Friday. Do you want us there?"

"Everyone we knew has been told she died of heart failure and it was sudden. I expect three or four people from her work, two or three from mine and her parents and sisters. I'd feel better if some of our family was there too."

"How many would you like?" I asked.

"A dozen or so. I don't want to overwhelm Carol's family with our lifestyle."

"I'll pass the word." We talked about how he was doing and what support he wanted or needed. He kept saying he was Ok, that he was getting on, day by day. When we got off the phone I said, "We need to hold Mike. He says he's Ok, but he's falling apart."

Lee took back his phone and called three different people. He explained the situation and that Mike needed family support. His wife had suddenly died. When he hung up he said, "Dinners and companionship are on their way. He will be held and comforted as much as he can be between now and the funeral. Rina is going to him now and she'll call me later with details."

He talked with Sandy about how the family rallied when family members were in need. When we got back to the house there were eight or ten extra people in the house. Connie was organizing the food, companionship and care for Mike. Sandy wanted to help. Connie looked at her for three seconds and turned a big part of the scheduling over. Sandy was busy the rest of the day and into the night. I brought her food and she kept working. At ten o'clock she stood up and said, "I think it's handled."

She took two steps toward me and screamed! "Momma's coming on Friday!" She whirled back to the desk and picked up the phone. Seconds later she said, "Momma? Have you packed?"

"Good! We have a funeral to attend on Friday. A good friend died suddenly and the funeral is Friday. If you bring a dress I'd like you to go with us. Her husband will see it as family support if you attend."

Two minutes later she hung up the phone. "Did I just lie to Momma?"

"I didn't hear a lie. An omission of details, but not a lie. Is she bringing a dress?"

"Yes. Her flight arrives at ten after nine in the morning."

Sandy was exhausted. We stayed at Lee's one more night. We kissed and fell asleep.

Wednesday

After another great breakfast we drove home by way of LAX. Connie had a flight to Sydney and she would be gone eight days. She looked good in her uniform and talked about being a flight attendant as we drove south on the 405 freeway. Sandy was interested in what Connie did but not the kind of interested that would have her go looking to become a flight attendant.

We dropped her at Ops and both got great kisses before she went inside. As we left LAX Sandy said, "I think knowing Lee is so well cared for makes traveling easier for Connie."

"Lee knows Connie is well cared for too. When they first became friends, years ago, Lee visited Australia and made some great friends. They are family and when Connie flies to Sydney she stays with them instead of in a hotel."

"Have they ever come here?" Sandy asked.

"Not that I know of."

"We could invite them. After all, they are family."

"When Connie gets back we can discuss it with her. I think it's a great idea."

We opened all the windows and doors when we got home. The smell of cleaning chemicals was still pretty strong in the apartment. We were inside for less than five minutes when Sandy said, "I need to go shopping." She was standing in the living room looking at the spot where Carol had died.

"What do we need?" I asked.

"A rug." I took her hand and led her to the front door. I asked, "Do you want ne to go with you or are you Ok alone?"

"I'll go alone. Is there anything else we need?"

I couldn't think of anything so we kissed and she left. I made some phone calls and read some emails. Sandy had been gone almost an hour when the phone rang. It was Sandy's Mom, Crystal.

She began, "Is Sandy there?"

"No. She's shopping. Can I help?"

"Actually, it's you I want to talk to. Are you busy?"

"Reading emails is not high on my priority list. Let's talk."

"You really love her?"

"She's wonderful! Yes, I love her. My whole family loves her. Relax."

"Forgive me. Even her own father ran away from her. It's hard to get that she found one man to love her and now you say your whole family loves her?"

"Yes. They love her, accept her and know about her. Can I warn you about something?"

"What?"

"They will love you, too. They helped us move in together and unpack all the boxes so when you arrive our place is all ready for Momma to see us living and loving together."

"I'll believe it when I see it. Are we really going to a funeral on Friday?"

"As soon as you arrive we'll have you change into your dress and go to the funeral with us. You'll meet Mike, the husband of the lady who died and other members of the family."

"This Mike, he knows Sandy is different?"

"Yes, and he's Ok that she's the way she is. You'll see."

"Can I get personal with you?" Momma asked.

"Ask anything. I think you're only this concerned because you've worried about Sandy her entire life. You've been the one who loved her and now you're having trouble believing someone else loves her too. Ask."

"Are you gay?"

"No. Your daughter is female. I'm male. We have sex and it is good for both of us. I'm not gay and neither is Sandy. More than that I won't say. If you want details I'm afraid that's too much to ask."

"Ok. I'll know how good it is when I see you together."

"Yes, I think you will."

The call ended and I hoped she felt a little better. I went back to reading and answering emails. Detective Carter called and asked how we were doing. She knew that often after a shooting there were nightmares, anxiety attacks and lots of fear. I told her that Sandy was a little clingy and a little scared but that having family around and spending a few nights away had helped. She wanted to know how I was doing. I said, "Better than I thought I'd be. It wasn't the first time I shot to kill and this time I was able to focus on taking care of Sandy so it didn't bother me as much and as long."

"I'm surprised. Most officers I've know who've needed to use deadly force have been traumatized for weeks and sometimes years afterwards."

"Maybe they didn't have the support network we have. We are blessed with a big family close at hand who has been right there for all of us."

"That's the same thing Mike said to me."

"Same family. Mike is part of our family."

"You're kidding!"

"No. Mike and Carol are part of our family. On Friday we'll all be at the funeral. Not the whole family, but enough of us. The non-family members who will be there have been told Carol died of heart failure and it was sudden."

"It more than failed! Three 9 millimeter slugs through the heart does qualify as sudden heart failure."

"All of us would appreciate it if that fact was not public knowledge. All the people who need to know, know. The rest are better served to know she died suddenly. They get to keep thinking of Carol as Mike's loving wife and partner. Ok?"

"Perhaps we should stay away?"

"If anyone asks why you're there, tell them you know Sandy and I and we asked you to come. Problem solved."

"We may be busy, but if we can we'll stop by."

"Please don't come in a black and white."

"No. If we come it'll be in a plain brown wrapper."

I thanked her and was about done when she asked, "Sometime I'd like to know more about this family. I've never heard of someone being invited to the funeral of the person he shot. Especially when they are in the same family."

"Ok. Give us a few days for things to settle down, Sandy's Momma to return home, the funeral to be over and we'll have you over for dinner."

"That would be great." The call ended. I smiled, thinking about how she would take to the kind of support the family offered. I thought she'd like the Navy contingent of the family.

Sandy came home and put the rug down in the doorway between the living room and our bedroom. She lit three scented candles and the smell of lavender replaced the smell of cleaning chemicals.

Sandy connected with the volunteers working with Mike and she talked with Rina. She hadn't met Rina but they bonded over the phone and focused on caring for Mike. When they got off the phone Sandy came and talked to me.

"I just talked to Rina. She said that Francine spent last night with Mike. Francine made dinner for him and helped him start sorting through her things. They decided to box all her things and donate them to a women's shelter. When it got late Francine decided to stay. She held him all night."

"Francine has been in the family just about a year. She was a friend of Connie's before she got back together with Lee."

"Not everyone would be willing to be as vulnerable as she was."

"I think almost anyone in the family would be. Lee once said that people in the family have hearts that seem to open in a different way than most people's hearts. I think he was right."

"I agree. As Rina told me the story I was feeling like I wanted to go over there and be with Mike."




The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 02



"I've had the same thought and I've thought I must be crazy to even think of it. I killed the woman Mike loves. She had no chance."

"She tried to kill us! If we had been in that bed we'd be dead! She'd be in prison and Mike's life would have been tormented the rest of his days."

"That's all thinking from our logical minds. Emotionally, I killed his wife. He wasn't here. He kissed her good-night and went to sleep. The next thing he knows is his wife is dead in our living room and I pulled the trigger."

"He found the note from her. I'm so grateful she wrote the note. We both want to do something. I feel helpless, knowing he's over at his place in pain and we're here."

"You still have the phone list Connie gave you?"

"Of course. Want it?"

"Yup. I want to call Francine. She can tell us how Mike is doing."

I called her, punched the button for our speaker phone and she told us about spending the time with Mike. She said, "When I arrived all I knew was that Carol had died of a heart attack. When Mike and I started packing her stuff he held up some of her bras and asked, "Do you think Sandy would wear these?" There were nice, but of all the women in the family, why ask about you? I asked why you and he looked at me for a long time before he answered. He said Carol had tried to kill both of you and died trying. He thought offering you her things would help him say he was sorry." She paused and cried. Then she continued, "He still wants to offer the things to you. He feels responsible for what she tried to do. He told me he's glad she died, rather than go to trial and then prison. He misses her so much he bursts into tears whenever something reminds him that she's gone."

Someone knocked on her door so she needed to go. She promised to call back. Ten minutes late she called again.

"It was late and Mike was exhausted. I walked him into their bedroom and he sobbed. It broke my heart. He stood there, looking at their bed and sobbed. I held him or I think he would have fallen to the floor. He said he couldn't bare the thought of being in their bed alone for the rest of his life."

"So you went to bed with him?" I asked.

"I did. We held on to each other all night. I think it helped. He seemed much better in the morning. Beth came at nine-thirty in the morning and I cried all the way home. I hate my life! I live alone and I hate sleeping alone, being alone, crying alone!"

Sandy spoke up, "Francine, Do you have the keychain Lee gave you?"

"Yes, but I can't go there, I'm a mess."

"Bring it here. We don't care how you dress or if your hair is done. Bring the clothes you will wear to the funeral. Come now, Ok?"

"You mean it?"

"Just get ready. We'll come get you. That way you have a ride and don't have to drive anywhere."

"You're sure?"

"Get ready. We'll be there in fifteen minutes or so."

"Ok." Her voice sounded like a little girl's voice. Sandy hit the "end" button and we both stood up. As we walked to the car Sandy said, "This is the right action. I can feel it."

"With very little training you are becoming an incredible sister, aunt, cousin and maybe even Mother to the family."

"Thank you." Fifteen minutes later I stopped at the curb in front of Francine's apartment building. Just inside the gate we saw Francine holding a suitcase and a hanging garment bag. Sandy opened the car's back door and helped Francine get her stuff and herself inside.

I turned and said, "Francine, we're taking you home. When Lee gave you a key he told you that the house was yours, too. Sandy is handing you a key to our apartment. That means our house is your house, the food in the kitchen is yours, you can watch our TV, sleep in our bed, wear Sandy's clothes or mine if you want."

Sandy added, "You never need to be alone, ever."

"Did you ever live alone?" Francine asked.

"I left home at eighteen and lived alone until my fifth date with Nick. That was less than a month ago."

I stayed quiet. I was the driver. This was the time for these new sisters to bond. At a corner I looked over and saw they were holding hands. I wondered if we would be needing a bigger apartment.

We stopped on the way home and picked up Chinese food from Mr. Lee's. I gave money to the scholarship fund and we raced home. I spread a beach blanket on the floor and we sat cross legged on the blanket and ate Chinese food from the cartons. Of course we stripped before we sat.

Francine looked as we ate. She had a full brown bush, thick dark hair so thick I couldn't see he slit at all. Both Sandy and I were closely trimmed. When the eating was almost finished, because we were almost out of food, Francine asked, "Can you fuck with that? Oh God, do I say that out loud?"

Sandy smiled and said, "I can. Nick thinks I have the world's biggest clitoris. My doctor says I have a penis and a vagina. You can think of it either way."

"Is that why you always lived alone?"

"Yes. Every time someone discovered my secret I was labeled a freak and either they made fun of me or they were afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"I've spent my whole life praying for a body like yours. You're beautiful."

"A lot of good it's done me. I was taken as a bimbo all through school. In college when they posted grades I heard people say things like, "She fucked the professor to get that grade." Every promotion I get prompts rumors that my tits got promoted."

I said, "It's getting late. Let's go to bed and continue the discovery phase of love in the bedroom."

We cleaned up dinner, folded the beach blanket and deposited our clothes in the hamper. Sandy turned on the shower and when the temperature was good we guided Francine in with us. It was crowded but I think that helped to make Francine feel a part of us rather than a guest. We washed Francine first, with me washing her front and Sandy her back. Then we turned her and washed her again. Francine and Sandy traded places and we washed Sandy the same way we washed Francine. When Francine was faced with washing Sandy's front she paid particular attention to her breasts. A minute later she paid great attention to Sandy's clit and when it got hard Francine started to move on to Sandy's legs.

Sandy said, "You missed a spot."

"Where?"

"You didn't wash my pussy." She lifted her leg and put Francine's soapy hand on her pussy.

"Oh my God, You weren't kidding! You have both!"

Sandy helped Francine explore her and got her to insert a finger inside the first pussy Francine had ever touched.

"Pump into me," Sandy begged. Francine did and her eyes got big as she watched Sandy's cock grow and point at her. Sandy held Francine's head and said, "If you suck me I'll cum for you."

Francine opened her mouth and sucked the head of Sandy's cock into her mouth. She worked the head with her mouth and tongue as she pumped two fingers in and out of Sandy's cunt. Sandy moaned and held Francine's hair. Carefully I slid down in the shower and buried my face into Francine's pussy from behind. I held her hips with my hands and pushed my tongue deep into her. She moaned and squeaked as I touched her clit.

"Nick, fuck my sister as she sucks me. Please. We want to cum."

I stood back up and positioned my cock at her entrance. As I pushed inside her I reached the water control and shut it off. She didn't pay any attention to the water. The three of us fucked, joined, enjoyed and communicated our love for as long as we could. Sandy was the first to cum. She moaned and it transformed into a scream as she shook and quivered.

That set Francine off and she clamped down on my cock inside her cunt. I could feel her muscles clamp and release repeatedly. That did it for me. I pushed deep inside her and felt my load pulse into her. At that precise moment I thought of birth control!

I panicked and started to pull out. She backed up until my ass hit the shower wall, which shoved me in deeper. My cock didn't care about anything except filling Francine. Francine said, "Stay in me! Fill me till it drips out!"

Sandy leaned over Francine's back and we kissed. Francine reswallowed Sandy's "clit" and I thought of the triangle we formed. The thought passed and the feelings lingered.

Sandy reached back and turned the water back on. We rinsed and were about to get out when Sandy said, "We didn't wash Nick." The both washed my back, turned me and both washed my front. Then they shared sucking me and got a smaller but every bit as intended load of my stuff. It fit in Sandy's mouth and then she kissed Francine and shared.

We rinsed and dried each other. We got in bed and spooned with Francine in the middle.

Sandy was behind Francine and when we settled down Francine said, "I can feel Sandy's tits on my back and her "clit" in the crack of my ass. I have my arm over Nick's side and I have his soft cock in my hand. A girl could get to really enjoy sleeping like this."

Sandy said, "Tomorrow night you can hold my "clit" or my tit and feel Nick's hairy chest and his cock coming at you from behind."

"What about Friday night?" Francine asked.

Sandy almost shouted, "Friday night my Momma will be here!"

I said, "Momma knows nothing about how we live and love. By Friday night she'll have an inkling. If it feels right, I'll sleep in the middle. If it doesn't, maybe I'll be on the couch."

"I should go home." Francine said.

"Not alone. I don't think you should ever be alone again unless you want to be." I said.

"We'll see. Right now I want to fall asleep feeling this loved, this cared for." Francine said, squeezed my cock and fell asleep.

Thursday

I got a call from work and they needed me for the day. Francine and Sandy promised to stay together for the day and I went to work. As I closed the door I saw then standing in the living room, nude in an embrace with a hand at each other's genitals. I really wanted to stay and play.

While I was gone they dressed and drove to Mike's. Bonnie was there. She stayed for about an hour and when Sandy and Francine said they'd stay, she went home. Mike was coming back to the living. He showed Sandy the boxes of clothes and offered them to her. Sandy said she had so many clothes already that she'd never get around to wearing them. Then she remembered the idea of giving them to a women's shelter and she acted like she just thought of it.

Mike was thrilled. They loaded the boxes in Mike's truck and took them to a shelter Mike knew of. His sister had been in that very shelter five years before. When they got back to Mike's Francine asked Mike if he would like to take an adult nap.

"How is an adult nap different from a regular nap? Mike asked.

"In an adult nap you get undressed and get in bed, no sleeping allowed until both people have cum."

"I like that! But, what about Sandy? Will you feel left out?"

"You can nap together and I'll be fine or we can all nap together and that will be fine too."

"Nick's Ok with that?" Mike asked.

"It's family, remember?"

"I wasn't sure if I was still in the family."

"Are you still breathing?" Francine asked.

Mike nodded. Francine started undressing.

Mike started undressing too and said, "Sandy, unwrap that body for us, would you? I saw you at Lee's and got hard instantly. I want a closer look."

Then he stopped looking and focused on Francine's body. They embraced from face to toes and kissed deeply. Francine's hands held his cock and stroked him slowly, with intent. Sandy undressed and stood behind Francine. When she felt Sandy she bent a little forward and offered her ass to Sandy.

Seconds later Francine felt Sandy penetrate her pussy and felt Mike's cock pressing against her from the front.

Sandy, lie down on the floor, please." Francine said. Sandy did as she was asked. Francine lowered herself onto Sandy and held her legs wide. "Mike, can you get in with Sandy? I want to feel both of you in me, if we can."

Mike knelt between both sets of legs and positioned his hard cock at Francine's entrance, blocked by Sandy's "clit". He pushed and Sandy held Francine's hips. Francine coached him. "Push Mike. Feel how wet and tight the two of us are for you."

Sandy looked over Francine's shoulder and locked eyes with Mike. "Mike, fuck us both. I can feel your hard cock and so does Francine. Push hard, we both want you inside us."

Mike's face turned red and his hands grabbed Sandy's forearms. He grunted and suddenly he was inside Francine, rubbing along Sandy's shaft. He thrust deep and fast, slamming into both women. They didn't last long. Francine screamed when she felt both cocks unload. Mike grunted and stiffened and Sandy wondered if she would die.

When Mike came he collapsed. His two hundred pounds were on top of Francine's hundred-forty. She was having trouble breathing. Seconds passed and panic was beginning to set in on Sandy when Mike rolled away. When he popped out of Francine the double load of cream flooded out.

Francine and Sandy started to laugh. Mike said, "What's so funny?"

"This isn't a cream pie, it's a flood!" Sandy said.

Mike looked own at where the two women met and saw the river of cream. On impulse he dropped face first into the river saying, "I'll save you!" 

Sandy and Francine laughed as Mike ate all the river he could gather. Francine came one more time as Mike ate them both. Sandy rolled Francine off her and the three rested for a while.

Finally Francine said, "We need to get up. Nap time is over. We need to get clean, change the sheets on the bed, call Nick and tell him where we are, and think about dinner."

The three went into action. Sandy called me and I drove to Mike's. We had dinner together and they told me all about the adult nap. At nine Andrea arrived. Andrea was an accountant who lived in the San Fernando Valley with her husband Jose and their two teen daughters. She had not met Sandy but knew of her. She and Jose had been family since 2001, when Bonnie brought them to the beach to meet Lee. At nine-thirty Sandy and I kissed our way out of Mike's home and headed home for the night. Andrea was getting undressed as we left.

Friday

My eyes opened at six-fifty-two. I know that because when they opened the first thing I saw was the clock. Then I became aware of two other things. Number one, I needed to pee in the next few seconds or I was about to wet the bed for the first time since I was a Cub Scout and number Two, Sandy wasn't in bed.

I ran to the bathroom and shook the dew off the Lilly, as my Dad often said. I don't think my Dad actually could tell the difference between a Lilly and a rose but someone taught him to say shake the dew off the Lilly and he liked saying it.

I called out as my stream ran, "Sandy! You Ok?"

She raced in and took over the aiming duties as she said, "I'm fine. I've been up almost an hour and doing little things to handle my nervousness."

My stream stopped and she dabbed a couple squares of toilet paper on the end of my penis. I asked, "What things?"

She led me into the kitchen. Every cupboard door was open and most of the drawers too. She had reorganized the kitchen! The dishwasher was going and I could tell that all the pots and pans had already been washed, dried and put in their new homes. I said, "Wow! I like what you've done. Will you label the doors so I can find things?"

Her face brightened and she said, "I will! I wondered how we would ever learn the new placement and you took one look and knew! Nick, you're great!"

I didn't have the heart to tell her I had been kidding about the labels.

She sent me to the showers and she made breakfast burritos. Eggs, sausage, potatoes, chunky salsa, cheese and guacamole wrapped in a flour tortilla was my breakfast. Everything a healthy young man would want for breakfast, served my a beautiful naked woman who was so kind she even helped me eat it.

As we dressed I thought about going to the airport. It usually took about twenty minutes to drive there. Momma's plane was scheduled to land at ten minutes to nine. Allowing half an hour for deplaning and baggage claim she would then need to be met by us at nine-twenty five or so. Allowing for anxiety we needed to leave the apartment by eight-forty. As I tied my shoes I looked at the clock and read 8:24am.

Sandy was in the living room, pacing. I said, "Let's go." Sandy had the door open and her sweet butt headed to the car before I finished saying it. At the car I checked to make sure we had room in the trunk for suitcases. We got in and Sandy looked around to help me back out of our parking space.

I started to get the idea she was nervous.

I silently counted how many times Sandy checked her watch on the twenty-two minute ride to LAX. Thirty times. I started getting nervous watching Sandy being nervous. As I rounded the turn and began the turn to drive along the pick-up lane Sandy's cell rang. She hit "speaker" and said, "Momma?"

"I'm waiting at the curb under a sign that says Delta. I'm in a dark gray dress."

"You already changed?" Sandy asked.

"The stewardess was so sweet. She let me change just before we landed."

I saw a woman in a dark gray dress standing at the curb ahead. I said, "Lift your right hand, please."

The woman I was looking at raised her hand. I beeped twice and they saw each other as I pulled next to her at the curb. Sandy got out, hugged her Momma as I opened the door to the back seat and the trunk. They both got in the back and I put Momma's single bag in the trunk. When I got in the car they were hugging again. I didn't talk.

A cop said, "Move it along." I nodded and pulled into traffic. Neither woman spoke to me until I was back on Century boulevard. Then Momma said, "You handled that traffic very well. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Welcome to Los Angeles."

"I'm glad to be here. I must tell you Sandy looks happier than I've ever seen her."

"I think I must look like that too. I know I am happier than I've ever been."

"Can I ask questions about the woman who died?"

Sandy answered, "Sure."

"How long have you been friends?"

"Not long at all." I said.

Sandy added, "She's a member of our family. A friend of Nick's started gathering people who didn't live near their families, wanted more support and the feeling of family than they had. As the group grew they started calling themselves a family."

"But you aren't related to the woman who died?"

"Not legally." I said.

"But we are all related by heart and intention. Momma when Nick and I decided to move in together and make this a relationship more than a friendship I made a phone call to Lee. He's the head of the family, sort of. The next day there were people at Nick's house getting it ready for my things. There were twenty or more people at my place to pack everything, throw away the trash and clean the place so I could move out. They brought boxes, tape, trucks, music and food. The entire move didn't cost us anything! That's what we call family."

"I like it! So, the woman was part of the family?"

"Yes. She and Mike had been in the family less than a year. She was a part of the moving crew that helped me move. She and her husband Mike."

"No wonder you want to be at the funeral. Now I understand."

I added, "The service won't last long. Mike decided not to have a traditional funeral, so we'll gather at the graveside and a few people will speak. He decided not to have a minister speak, just family and friends."

Sandy asked about the current events at home and Momma gave her the news. When we got to the cemetery I parked behind Lee's van. Megan was dressed in a deep Navy blue dress and was handing out small cards as people arrived. As we approached she said, "Mike and Lee are inviting people to our house after the service."

She didn't offer a card. I said, "The cards are maps to the house?" 

Megan nodded. "I'm giving them to people who don't have a key."




The Cover Is Not the Story Ch. 02



I nodded and said, "I want you to meet Sandy's Mom. Crystal, this is Megan. Megan, this is Crystal." Megan handed me the stack of cards, greeted Crystal and gave her a hug. When I gave the cards back to Megan she said, "We had them put thirty chairs out. I don't know if that will be enough."

It was exactly enough. At the appointed time Mike got up from his chair and stood at the small podium near the south end of the casket. There were fifteen chairs on the east side of the casket and fifteen chairs to the west. All the chairs except the one Mike had been in were full.

Mike said, "Thank each of you for being here today. Since Carol died suddenly I have found myself spending many hours thinking about her, our beliefs, our training and what I think about her death specifically and death generally."

He paused. He didn't have note cards or a script. He was speaking from his heart.

""I believe in love. Carol and I talked a lot in the last year about love. She believed in God. The God she believed in looks like a man, answers prayers and has high expectations of his children. I guess now she has found out if that God is the one she met when she died. If he is I hope he forgives her for the last moments of her life. I have."

Tears flowed down his cheeks and he looked at me, Sandy and then at Lee. His eyes then focused on the wooden casket in front of him. We were both raised in God fearing Christian communities and trained to believe that certain things were true. When we met people in the family our thinking changed. The measuring stick for right and wrong changed. Over the last year we dropped a lot of the beliefs we used to accept without question. I found out that some of those beliefs die harder than others. Carol had trouble accepting the belief that Love was more important than the rules. She went along with me and she participated actively in the family, while holding a belief that we were breaking the rules and needed to repent."

Mike paused and blew his nose. He spoke again, "Most of you were told that Carol died because her heart suddenly stopped. That is the truth. What you were not told was why her heart suddenly stopped. Carol waited until I was asleep, left our bed, dressed and took my revolver from the closet." Some people gasped, making up the end of the story before he told it. "She wrote me a note, took her car and drove to an apartment across town, somehow got the door open, went inside and tried to kill the two people who live there! She believed that the only way God would forgive us for the life we were living, and the way the family was corrupting us was to kill those two people! Her heart suddenly stopped because the man of that house protected his wife and himself and put three bullets through her heart!"

He paused again while the audience sat stunned. When he spoke again his voice was softer and loving. "I was hurt that she didn't talk it over with me, that she took such dramatic and powerful action on her own. Then I realized that she did what she did because her training was stronger than what had happened to her over the last year in the family. She was not trained in love. She tried to kill two people so she could follow the rules as she understood them. I am grateful to the man who shot and killed the woman I love. He saved her from spending the rest of her life in prison. He protected himself and one of the women he loves. If her God forgives her and welcomes her into the Heaven she believes in, I am grateful. Her stone will read, "Carol Miller, 1982 -- 2010, I loved her."

"Lee has been kind enough to offer to host at the family home. If you need directions please see Megan for a map. Food will be served. All of you are welcome. Thank you."

Every member of the family echoed his "Thank you." We stood and the service was over. I was grateful that he didn't say who killed Carol. As others did, I went to Mike and hugged him. The hug was manly, strong and Mike only sobbed once. As we stepped back I said, "See you at the house, brother."

Sandy hugged him too and introduced her Momma to him. The thirty people slowly wandered to their cars and headed wherever they decided to go.

In our car it was quiet almost all the way out of the cemetery, then Crystal said, "She tried to kill you."

Sandy had held herself in check well to that moment. She burst into tears and sobbed into her hands. I pulled over and said, "Yes. We didn't say anything because we had no idea how the service would be done. Mike asked us to be there. He wanted and needed our support."

"His wife tried to kill you both!" I heard the anger in her voice.

"She didn't hurt either of us. It cost her, her life. It cost Mike his wife. We can't do anything about Carol. We can take care of helping Mike heal. In our minds that helps us heal too, helps us grow and be better lovers."

Sandy looked at her Momma and said, "Mike was right. She was trained to see me as a freak, something that didn't even have the right to live! Nick protected me! Protected us! In the family every time we say "Thank you" it's an expression of gratitude, a blessing given and accepted. Mike said "Thank you" to all of us. I say it to Nick every day. I say it to Mike, Lee, Megan and every other member of the family. I love them all."

"I can't wait to meet these people." Momma said. I put the car in Drive and we went to Malibu. There were lots of cars and when we found a spot to leave the car it wasn't too far from the house. I spotted three vehicles with stickers from Mugu as we walked.

Sandy saw them too and said, "Some of the family are in the Navy, stationed at Point Mugu, just up the coast from here. I see some cars from there."

"Some good looking sailors?" Momma asked.

"And some good looking nurses, too." Sandy answered.

The front doors were open. We walked in and were greeted with hugs and kisses. Momma was included both before introductions and again afterwards. When we made it into the living room/family room/great room and the throng of people Momma stopped. It was sudden enough that I saw it as shock. I stopped too and Sandy held her mother's arm. We heard her say, "Abraham Evans."

I looked and across the room I saw Abe talking to Corine. Both were in their whites. Before Sandy or I said anything he looked up and his eyes locked on Crystal. The look on his face was shock and joy. He excused himself from Corine and set course for us.

Crystal shook loose of Sandy and set course for the Captain. People moved out of the way. Sandy and I stood and watched as they met in the middle of the room. Abe took Momma in his arms, picked her off the floor and embraced her completely. Their faces met and the kisses began.

He turned around three times slowly as they kissed. I could hear Momma's giggle even through the kisses. A circle developed around them as conversations stopped and people stared.

Abe sat Crystal down and their lips finally parted. I heard him ask, "Crystal, are you married?"

She laughed, shook her head and said, "No!"

He laughed and asked, "Do you want to be?"

She kept laughing and said, "Depends who's askin."

"I am. If you'll have me, I want to marry you. I've wanted to marry you since we were in high school!"

Crystal asked loudly as she looked around, "Is there a minister here?"

Lee answered, "I think that would be a yes."

The room erupted in laughter, cheers and celebration. Within half an hour the date was set for one month later, the place was set, and a guest list was being compiled. Hours later over dinner we found out about Abe and Crystal. Crystal had been pretty popular in high school and Abe was pretty shy. She liked him and he was too shy to pursue. He left for college right after graduation and she moved to Illinois to go to a different college. The next time they saw each other was at a reunion. Crystal was married and Abe was finishing med school. He hadn't known she was married and asked her to marry him as they danced their first and last dance at the reunion. She cried as he asked and confessed that if he had asked a year earlier she would have said yes.

I did the math and that reunion was the year Sandy was born. I kept my mouth shut.

Crystal told her part of the story and Abe kissed Sandy, acknowledging her as Crystal's daughter. The noise level had come down quite a ways and many of the people who had been at the funeral had gone home. I sat holding Sandy's hand until I felt almost pushed to say something.

I opened my mouth and said, "As long as we're having a wedding, and as long as if Sandy and I were getting married we'd invite the same people or almost all the same people... why not make it a double wedding?"

The two second pause almost caused a heart attack. I suddenly had the thought, 'what if Sandy doesn't want a wedding?'

Sandy and Crystal flew into each other's arms squealing and both talking at once. Abe looked at me and said, "I think they like the idea."

I said, "It'll be a strange wedding. Abe's the only one who can wear white!"

We all laughed. Some time later Lee said, "It's almost eleven. I have a recommendation. I don't think it's a good idea for Abe to drive back to the base tonight. He can have the blue bedroom. I don't think it's a good idea for Nick and Sandy to drive home either. They can have the green bedroom. Crystal, that leaves you with a choice. You can have the peach bedroom, you can share the master bedroom with whoever's in there or..."

Abe said, "Or, you can see if you like the blue bedroom."

Crystal stood up and said, "I've waited almost thirty-two years for the chance to go to bed with a sailor. When my chance finally gets here my daughter is here, watching!"

Sandy covered her eyes with her hands. Crystal grabbed Abe's hand and Lee pointed the way to the bedrooms. The rest of us laughed as the two raced out of the room. Alex had been sitting slightly to the side of the conversation and he said, "I was afraid you were going to give my room away."

Lee said, "I wouldn't do that. I might send someone in to share it with you."

"Sir, I have two requests. It be a she and she's not a nurse."

Megan said, "Oh! Send me Daddy! Send me."

"Go!" Lee said.

Alex stood up and hopped down the hall holding Megan's hand. Even from behind I could tell he was grinning widely.

I was still smiling when the door closed to our bedroom and we started getting undressed. It didn't take long. No girdle to contend with. I was a little surprised, but figured Sandy didn't expect to get turned on at a funeral. As she stepped away from the closet we heard a knock on the door.

Sandy said, "Come in." All Sandy had on were nylons and her shoes. The door opened and Corine stood there, smiling.

"I rode down here with Captain Evans. Kat and Pam went back to the base. I..."

Sandy interrupted her, "You want a place to sleep or a place to play? Either way, come on in." Corine came in and closed the door. I was near the closet so I handed her a hanger. She handed it back, removed the dress and then took the hanger. Like many men I'd wondered what nurses wore under all the starch and white. I began to harden as I watched her undress. She wore lots of white lace under the starch. Nylons, not pantyhose and a cute lace garter belt with no panties.

Sandy grabbed my swelling cock and said, "You thinking about using that to fill someone up?"

"I don't want to force anyone, but if there were a volunteer I could gladly use that to fill a vacancy."

"What if we both volunteer?" Corine asked.

"Then I'd do my best to fill both vacancies."

As I held Sandy's legs spread wide and pushed into her vagina we heard a Navy Captain bellow from down the hall. I pushed all the way in and Sandy called out loudly, "Thank you! Thank you!"