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Disclaimer

For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you!� For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector... you have been warned.� The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.

ETIENNE:� DREAMING OF THINGS TO COME

Part I, Chapter One

Lorne Williams studied the activity around him with care, noting the security people for the visiting VIPs were obvious.� As general manager of one of the largest research centers in the country, Lorne was used to VIPs coming and going.� Still, today was different.

His boss, Geoff Levin, MD, Ph.D., was bringing Carlton Pharmaceuticals' board of directors in to show off their multi-billion-dollar investment.� Shaking his head at the type of ass-kissing Dr. Levin was apparently doing, Lorne stepped back into his office, which overlooked the reception area on one side and the area known as Lab One.� He studied his handsome face in the in full length mirror behind the door as he closed it and noticed a new gray hair nestled among the waves of black.

At 40 years old, he was not only the youngest man in his position; he was the only Black in Carlton's upper management.� As he contemplated the reason for the errant hair, the phone rang.� Crossing to his desk, he picked up the handset, surprised to hear the voice of his 16-year-old daughter, Etienne.

"Eti, what's going on?" he asked.� "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yes," she answered.� "I just wanted you to know I'm home from school and to ask you about dinner."

Lorne could picture his little girl, all smiles and becoming quite a pretty young lady.� Ever since his wife, Eleanor, died, his work and Etienne was all that mattered to him.

"Sure, honey," he finally said.� "At home or would you like to have a date with a tired, old doctor?"

She giggled, but said, "Tired, huh?� Dinner at home will be fine, then.� I'll start on the salad and I'll see you later."

He smiled at the thought of Eti bustling around the kitchen.� Since they did not require his presence at the meeting being held in Lab One, he buzzed his secretary and told her he was leaving for the day.� He also let her know if Levin needed him, they could reach him at home.

The ride home was quicker than usual; before long, he was turning onto the main drive of Cascade Falls, a quiet upper-middle class housing development.� He remembered the day the house was completed and the joy on Ellie's face when he finally showed it to her.� Keeping the house a secret was difficult while they were building it, but somehow he managed to hide the construction costs from the household budget program.

Closing the garage door behind him, Lorne entered the house and looked around, a feeling of pride swelling inside him.� He remembered his poor roots and marveled from time to time how hard work could pay off.

Turning into the kitchen, he saw Etienne hard at work slicing tomatoes for the salad and humming a tune he couldn't recognize.� He could smell steaks broiling and he was slightly embarrassed when his stomach growled, a reminder that he had missed lunch due to the project startup procedure.

At 16, Etienne had large, firm breasts and her mother's full lips.� Her wide hazel-brown eyes stood out against her light brown skin, framed by her long, jet-black hair.� How much she resembles her mother, he thought as he cleared his throat.� Etienne turned at the sound and when she saw her father, the smile spread quickly across her face.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so you have time to get cleaned up before we eat."

Hmm.� Bossy, too - just like her mother.

Part I, Chapter Two

All during dinner, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Etienne, surprised to feel his cock beginning to grow hard.� It served to remind him he didn't really have time for sex since Ellie died - between his job and raising Etienne, where could time be found?� More, he realized his erection was growing larger the more he looked at Eti.� Her voice brought him back to the present.

"...And I got an A on my science test."� Her voice trailed off as she noticed the odd look on her father's face.� "Dad?� What's wrong?"

Without saying anything, Lorne stood suddenly, forgetting his now raging hard on.� Etienne's eyes grew large at the sight of the huge bulge in her father's pants, her young pussy instantly getting hot and wet.

A friend at school, Cindy Harrison, had once bragged her father spent a lot of time between her legs.� Of course, Eti didn't believe her one bit.� One night during a slumber party, however, she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and, on the way there, she heard the sounds of someone moaning softly.

Following the sounds to the den, she noticed the door was opened slightly and peeked in - and saw Cindy being fucked with gusto by her father.� Eti was both shocked and fascinated by the scene before her.� Cindy's face was twisted with the effort of containing her father's ramming cock inside her young, tight pussy.� Having never seen a man's penis before, the sight of it awed her as Mr. Harrison continued his plunging in and out of Cindy with deep, swift strokes lifting her off the edge of the desk.

Flushed with excitement, Eti slowly backed away from the lurid scene, very much aware of an ache that suddenly appeared between her own legs.� She hurried off to the bathroom and back to her sleeping bag and, after a while, she was fast asleep.� Nevertheless, her dreams were of large, hard dicks.

Her mind snapped back to the present.� Her father was saying, "...so, I'll just go to bed.� Don't forget your homework and remember to put the dishes away."

Etienne just nodded and watched her father walk away, the residue of emotions still fresh in her mind.� She completed her after-dinner chores mechanically and soon found herself at her desk, trying to focus on her notes for the upcoming algebra test.� She found her concentration wasn't complete, the algebraic symbols momentarily losing their meaning.

Eti was frustrated and she was very much aware of the source of the frustration.� Sighing, she crossed the room to her bed, stretched out and let her thoughts take control.

Eti's mind opened to the scene of her father getting up from the table, the bulge in his pants clearly defined.� Just the thought of the sight set her blood on fire.� No matter how hard she tried to clear her mind, the picture hovered there.

It bothered her to the point where, even wrapped in the comfort of her bed, she couldn't get comfortable.� Her hand slipped under her shirt and she absently toyed with a nipple.� With her other hand, she undid her jeans, her fingers entwining the lush forest of hair.� She often felt embarrassed at the crop of dark, curly hair framing her mound.� She let her finger slide further down and she began to rub her clit, another prominent feature she often wished she didn't have - but it didn't matter right now.

She continued to massage her now-erect nipples with one hand, the other rubbing her clit with greater urgency, her pleasure increasing.� Etienne stopped long enough to wriggle out of her restricting jeans, letting her spread her long legs wider.

The improved access to her wetness was just what the doctor ordered, as she left her nipples to spread herself wider, slipping two fingers inside.� She imagined the huge imprint in her father's pants was inside her instead of her fingers, a thought which increased the heat inside her.

Mouth open, eyes slightly closed, Etienne worked her young pussy feverishly as her climax built.� She saw in her mind her father's ass rising and falling rhythmically as he fucked her until, finally, she exploded.� She gasped as the sensation hit her hard, causing her to tremble with the release.

Etienne found this was what she needed, as she curled up feeling warm and, at least, momentarily sated, she drifted off.

*�� *�� *

Lorne stepped back, closing the door just as quietly as he had opened it.� He had gone to Eti's room to apologize for not being very social at dinner.� As he was about to knock on the door, Lorne heard the sounds of Eti's labored breathing and wondered if she was crying because of his rude behavior.

Turning the knob gently, he looked in and saw his daughter fingering herself, lost in her own pleasure.� The sight of his little girl's fingers sliding effortlessly in and out of her love nest cause him to have an immediate erection.� Butterflies appeared in his stomach and his knees felt weak as he wondered what she was imagining.� His own thoughts were running rampant as he watched her, noticing how large her clit was as she rubbed it furiously, reminding him again how much Etienne reminded him of her mother.

Lorne watched as Eti climaxed, her young body trembling with such energy, her breasts shaking with each wave rushing through her.� As she was curling up, he silently closed the door and stood there, shaking.� He went back to his own bedroom, his thoughts wild and what he just witnessed.� Realizing his own need for release, he quickly undressed, his cock springing free from restraint.

His hand found his erection instantly and began the slow massaging action to which he'd become accustomed to.� Eti, naked and open, flashed in his mind as he stroked his cock, wondering what it would be like to take her like the woman she was quickly becoming.� The thought shamed him and inflamed his passion that much more as his strokes were getting longer and faster.

Lorne threw his head back and let out a long moan as he felt the beginnings of his own orgasm.� With the picture of Eti's clit in his mind, he came, the long white spurts crossing the room and landing on the carpeting.� He continued to stroke his spasming manhood, thinking it's been too long, much too long.

Lorne walked to his bathroom to get a towel and began cleaning up.� He felt the heat of shame intermixed with the flush of release on his face as he knelt to remove the now-cooling sperm from the rug.� He started the shower, feeling the sudden need to be clean.

The water stung him but relaxed him as its heat penetrated his tense muscles.� Reaching for the soap, he reflected on his feelings about Etienne.� Surprised he was even capable of thinking about Eti in sexual terms; the taboos of his youth instantly took their place in his mind, screaming their warning of wrongness.

However wrong, Lorne couldn't deny his thoughts were somewhat exciting.� Hell, who was he fooling?� Just the thought of sliding his cock into his "little girl" was such a rush he felt both excited and ashamed simultaneously.� He was becoming confused, his thoughts warring with his feelings.� He remembered how embarrassed he felt whenever Ellie asked him to change Eti as a baby.� Obviously, he'd seen more than his share of pussy, but this was somehow different.� He would complete the task, always coming away from it a little shaken and never really knowing why.

Turning off the shower, he began the task of drying himself while trying to clear the jumble of thoughts in his head.� Lorne knew he should focus on his work; he was sure after today's presentation, the secret project in Lab One would require some reworking, especially after Levin got through fucking up things.

Shaking his head at the workload he was sure to face in the morning, he killed the lights and left the bathroom - and found Eti standing in the bedroom doorway.

Mouth open, Lorne was surprised because it wasn't like Eti to just come into his room without announcing herself first.� In fact, he was so shocked at seeing her there, he completely forgot the fact he hadn't covered himself!� Wrapping the towel around himself and regaining some measure of composure, he crossed to his dressing table and began combing his damp hair.

"So," he began.� "What brings you here at this late hour?"

"I think we need to talk about something," she answered.

"Okay.� Sit and tell me what's on your mind, Peaches."

Etienne grinned at the use of her nickname.� He only called her that when he wanted to lighten what may be a serious conversation.

Without preambles, Eti said, "You were watching me, weren't you?"

Lorne flinched; he didn't think she had heard the door close.

"Uh, well, not really," he finally answered.� "I came to apologize and when you didn't answer my knock, I thought something may have been wrong."

"So you stuck your head in?" she asked.

Lorne nodded, clearly embarrassed.

"I didn't hear you knock, but I thought I heard the door close."

"Well, I thought I had been quiet about it."

They sat silently for a few moments.� Eti had her fears confirmed and Lorne, well, he felt like Peeping Tom.� Eti then made the biggest decision of her young life.� Clearing her throat, she said, "I guess, then, my watching you evened up the score."� She waited for the shit to hit the proverbial fan.

Lorne closed his eyes, a silent "oh, shit" escaping his lips - and his face felt incredibly hot.� "You saw that, huh?"

Eti nodded and sat back to wait for the angry outburst.

Lorne just sat there, looking for all the worlds like a condemned man.� He couldn't think straight and he really needed to think clearly to deal with this situation.� His daughter, however, was a little short on patience; she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.� She was wondering what sort of punishment he'd give her when he said, "So. How do we deal with this?"

Not being exactly what she expected to hear, Eti blinked, not knowing how to answer.� Her mind was racing; she knew how she'd like to deal with it.� The sight of her father standing in the middle of the room, stroking his large, hard dick was still fresh in her mind.� It was everything she dreamed it could be and, oh, how she wanted it.

Upon realizing she had heard the door close, Eti sat immediately, knowing it could have only been one person there.� "He saw you," her mind screamed, and she was scared.� "Still," her mind whispered, "isn't it what you wanted all along?"

Eti tried to shake the whispers out of her head, all the time knowing it was the truth.� She had decided to go to him and tell him.� When she got to his room, she noticed the door was ajar, so she peeked in.� Just in time to see her father furiously jerking his cock, his hand a blur.

Eti stood transfixed in the doorway as Lorne continued the rapid movement.� Suddenly, she saw him stiffen, his hand now moving as if he'd lost all rhythm and stifled a gasp when she saw the first long spurt of semen exploding from the swollen head of his dick.� Spurt after spurt shot from his heaving manhood as she heard her father gasp.� Even from where she was standing, she could hear his load as it hit the carpeted floor.

As Lorne moved to the bathroom, Eti realized she had actually stepped into the room.� Fear glued her where she stood as he came out of the bathroom with a towel.� Eti knew had he just knelt where he stood, she would be caught.� However, Lorne turned his back to the doorway, cleaned up his spent seed, and returned to the bathroom.

When Eti heard the shower running, she moved to escape - and found she couldn't, for some reason.� Her knees were weak and shaking as she grabbed the door's edge for support.� She had no idea how long she stood there with her mind swimming but, as she regained her composure, her father had stepped back into the bedroom proper.

"Shit," she thought.� "I never heard the water stop!"� She was caught, like an insect in amber.� Etienne snapped back to the here and now, noticing her father's concerned look.

"Is there something wrong, Peaches?" he asked.� "I asked you a question and you were a million miles away."

"I'm okay." She responded.� Eti was aware of a whole squadron of butterflies who suddenly appeared in her stomach.

"Well?" asked her father, his concern deepening.

"Now is our chance!" her mind whispered.� "It's now or never!"

Clearing her throat, she said, "What I want to do about this is, um..."

"Go ahead, say it!"� The voice continued to tease her.

"I want to fuck you!" she blurted out finally.� One part of her mind was totally shocked at her outburst while the part of her, the one consumed with lust for this man, was very much pleased.

Lorne, too, was of two minds, one part stunned at his daughter's words, one part thinking that it wouldn't be a bad idea.� Where was the moisture in his mouth?� His mouth was so dry!� He blinked, as if it would instantly solve the problem.

"Uh, Eti," he began.� "Do you know what you're saying?"� Inwardly, he hoped she did.�� Under his towel, he could feel his cock beginning to stir in anticipation.

Eti, for her part, was doing some thinking of her own.� Gathering her resolve, she moved toward the bed where her father was sitting.� "That's it!� Go get it.� You know you want it and so does he!"

She approached her father, her fear slipping away at every step.� She stood before him and looked into his eyes and saw his want and his morality clashing inside him.� Etienne made up her mind, knowing somehow she couldn't walk away now.

Part I, Chapter Three

In the mysterious way only women seem to know about, Etienne pulled the oversized T-shirt she had been wearing over her head in one continuous motion, revealing her young body.� Her large breasts were considered a curse for her - but now she was hoping her father would like them.

"Yes, I know exactly what I am saying," she finally answered.

Lorne was frozen in place at the sight of his little girl's well-developed body.� He drank in her large breasts in a glance, his eyes moving down to her flat belly and stopping at the tufts of dark hair covering her mound.� He could even see the head of her unusually large clit, thinking her mother's hadn't been so pronounced.

"This is...� Peaches, this is wrong," he croaked.

Eti remained silent as she stepped closer to Lorne.� Now mere inches away, she reached down and, in one deft movement, stripped him of his towel, exposing his now raging erection.� She marveled at how large and thick it looked close up.� She watched it throb with every beat of his racing heart.

Lorne tried to stand but Etienne was standing too close to him.� His eyes frantically searched for the swiped towel, hoping to covering his embarrassment, but it was on the other side of the room.

"No, Peaches; we can't..." his protest sounding weak in his ears.

"We can, dear father.� And we will."� With those words, Etienne knelt before him until his cock was in her face.� She reached up and tried to encircle it with her hand, but it was too large for her small hand.

Lorne struggled to free himself as he watched her head dip to capture the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Yes, oh, yes!" the voice in her head screamed as she covered the plum-shaped cock head, her tongue fluttering across the slitted opening.� She had always dreamed of doing this, often practicing with lollipops and bananas in her room.� Ah, but this was the real thing, not a piece of candy or fruit.

Growing bolder, she let her mouth slide further down his shaft slowly.� She gagged slightly as the head of his massive cock reached the back of her throat.� Backing off, the feeling quickly disappeared.

Lorne could only watch with a mixture of horror and pleasure, as his baby, his little darling, began to suck him, her head bobbing gently.� He could tell this was new for her, but he didn't care.� This was so very wrong and felt so very good!

Lorne's excitement rushed through him as her inexperienced mouth worked on him.� She looked up at him and the sight of his hard blackness penetrating her mouth was too much for him.� He was coming and he tried to move her head.

Eti could feel the tremors in his cock.� As she looked up at him, the tremors got stronger and she could feel his hand trying to move her off her captured prize.� "He's going to come," the voice in her head said.� She held her position despite his efforts to steal her treat from her.

Lorne struggled against his daughter.� He couldn't believe that he couldn't free himself until finally, Lorne realized he didn't want to be freed.� He relaxed a little and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips.� His hips began to fuck her hot, moist mouth with short, gentle strokes.

Eti's mouth strained to hold his thrusting meat.� Her jaws were beginning to ache, but she was determined to have this.� With both hand around his thick shaft, she slid them up the shaft, feeling the bunched skin against her widely spread lips.

Lorne was bucking out of control, his legs moving as if they had a mind of their own, his head violently moving back and forth as Eti sucked and jerked his dick.� He stiffened as he started coming, the intensity almost causing him to pass out.

"Oh, yes!" he breathed as his balls emptied their load into her mouth.

Eti wasn't prepared for the copious volume of liquid lust pouring from the slit of his cock.� When her father's body went stiff, she instinctively moved her mouth back to cover only the bulbous head of his cock.� She could feel each spurt on her tongue, hot and salty.� He was coming so much it started leaking through the seal of her lips, trailing down her chin and neck.

As he softened, Etienne lifted her head, licking his seed from her lips and looked at her father, now sprawled across the bed, trembling as if he were cold.� Climbing on the bed next to him, she could see the beads of perspiration on his forehead and upper lip.� His eyes opened and, after a few seconds, they focused on her.

She smiled at him, feeling good and very wicked.� Lorne blinked several times, clearing his vision until he could only see one Eti instead of two.

He started to speak, but Eti silenced him with a kiss, her tongue snaking between his lips in an instant.� His mouth softened beneath hers as he returned the kiss, tentatively at first, but with increasing desire.� Lorne could taste his sperm on her lips as their tongues battled against each other.� The depth of her own passion was quickly overcoming Eti as her father rolled her over onto her back, their lips still locked tightly together.

Lorne was in command now, and he planned on taking full advantage of it.� Breaking the kiss, he ran his tongue down the side of her face to the spot behind her ear, stopping along the way to nibble at her earlobe.� Eti's arms wrapped around his neck as he nuzzled her neck, licking and sucking her sweet flesh gently.� He was mumbling incoherently as he worked his way to her breasts, so full and soft.

Capturing a nipple between his lips, he sucked at it while his fingers sought and found her incredibly large clit.� He grabbed it between two fingers and began to jerk her clit, surprised at how much it felt like a cock.

Her hips rose to meet his probing fingers, waves of ecstasy flowing over her as he sucked each of her nipples in turn, his tongue tracing crazy patterns over them.

Lorne was growing impatient; he had to taste her!� With some reluctance, he abandoned her more than ample breasts.� Spreading her legs, he opened his beautiful flower, exposing her wetness.� He could easily see her young cunt lips were spread slightly and her clit, so large and full, easily stuck out a good inch or two from her juicy lips.

Eti could feel her father's breath on her pussy as drew closer.� Her eyes closed and she tried to relax as much as she could.� His tongue touched her clit and it was if something electrical had landed there.

With a near savage grunt, Lorne dove into his daughter's cunt, licking and sucking her young pussy like a starving man.� He barely noticed that Eti had spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her blossoming womanhood.� He sucked her clit, thinking this is what it must feel like to suck a cock, as his tongue raced around the head of her clit, feeling it grow harder between his lips.

Lorne ran his tongue into her virgin cunt, sliding between the gaping flesh.� He probed deep into her, tasting the clean fresh taste of her sex.

Eti thrashed uncontrollably on the bed as her father ate her.� Her hand reached out and found his cock, now hard again, and moved herself so that she could suck him.� Feeling her mouth on him again filled Lorne with more energy and he doubled his efforts, sucking her clit furiously as she fucked his face.

The new lovers ate each other like this for some time, each savoring the new but wrong feelings of what they were doing.

Etienne experienced an orgasm so intense that she felt as if she couldn't breathe.� She released his straining cock from her mouth as she thrust her hips against his face, riding out her orgasm.

Lorne was surprised as Eti came, a hot rush of liquid so strong and so unexpected it got up his nose, stopping his breathing and stinging his nostrils.� Despite this, he continued to suck her clit, feeling it quivering in his mouth.

He moved quickly to position himself between her open legs.� What he wanted to do was to rush in strongly; however, Etienne was still a virgin, so he had to be careful not to rip her open.

Sensing his hesitation, Eti looked up at him, her eyes wild with lust.� "DO IT!" she screamed.� "DO IT NOW!"

The harshness of her words shook him and, without a further thought, plunged into his daughter's unproven flesh.� He felt his cock spread her wide and deep, until he pressed against her maidenhead.� Without hesitation, he thrust forward savagely, passing through her cherry easily until he was deep inside her.

Eti grunted with the force of his entry, the sharp pain blazing through her as she lost her cherry.� The pain was intense, but subsided as quickly as it had appeared.� She felt her father's hand cradle her ass, lifting her slightly as the last couple of inches of hard maleness slid into her.� She felt stuffed, never imagining that it could feel this good.

Lorne fucked slowly at first, giving his Peaches time to adjust.� He looked into her eyes and, as they met, he knew that this was what he'd always wanted.

"You okay?" he asked.

Eti smiled back at him and nodded, her deepest desire becoming a reality.

He returned her nod and began to fuck her with gusto.� All he wanted to do was to please her as he drove his hardness into her.� Lorne looked down and could see his thickness as it withdrew, covered with her juices and, to his shock, a little blood.� His stroke faltered, guilt plainly written across his face.

"Don't worry, Dad," she said, reading his expression.� "I'm fine.� Just fuck me, please!"

Shaking his head, he resumed his movement inside her, his own passion now growing with leaps and bounds.� Gone were any feelings of guilt; all he knew was Eti felt good under him.

Eti wrapped her legs around her father as best she could, holding on to him tightly as he fucked her, her breasts shaking everywhere with the force of his thrusts inside her.� He filled her totally and completely, to the point where it was both painful and pleasurable.� Their grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room, their sweat mingling with the other juices as Lorne rode his little girl hard.� His lips found hers and they shared a deep kiss, tongue flitting here and there.� The sounds of breathing were heavy in each other's ears as they continued to kiss.

Eti whispered in her father's ear, "Fuck me, Daddy.� Fuck your little girl!"

Lorne really didn't need encouragement, but he aimed to please her.� Taking a deep breath, he cut loose on her, his hips moving swiftly, their bodies impacting at their junction of love.

His strokes quickened and Eti could feel his cock swell inside her, stretching her beyond her limits while feeling the first spurt of his sperm splash her insides.� It was so hot it triggered her own release.

A growl started in Lorne's throat as he pumped his seed into her, his hips losing their once steady rhythm.� Eti could feel his excess escape her stretched cunt, dribbling down the crack of her ass.

"Yes, damn it, yes!" she shouted as she felt the last spurt come from his cock.

Lorne was growing soft inside her.� Spent and sated, he leaned forward to kiss her hungrily.� "I love you, Peaches," he said, feeling very warm and rather fuzzy.

"I love you, too, Daddy." She answered sleepily.� "Thank you."

Exhausted and pleased, the new lovers slept.

Part I, Chapter Four

Lorne was dreaming.� He was holding his dear Ellie in his arms, feeling warm and content knowing she was there with him.� He smiled as he felt Ellie snuggle up to him, feeling her warm breath against his shoulder.� Lorne turned his head and opened his eyes - and looked into Etienne's sleeping face!

Coming fully awake, Lorne slowly disengaged himself from the sleeping form next to him and got out of the bed.� It took him a few moments to remember why Eti was here and, when he did finally remember, a wave of anguish flowed over him.

"You did it, you really did it, didn't you," a little voice in his head asked.

He trembled at the thought of what had happened here last night.� He took a few steps backwards, as if trying to remove himself from the scene of the crime.� His thoughts were now chaotic, the implications clear in his mind as he realized he'd done the unthinkable, committed the ultimate sin.

As he backed up, he bumped into the chair next to his dressing table, knocking it over.� It thumped to the floor, the sound partially muffled by the thick carpeting.� It was enough to awaken Etienne.

Eti sat up slowly and stretched, her movements almost catlike in nature.� She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around the room.� When she spotted Lorne, a smile spread across her face.� However, Eti's smile quickly disappeared when she saw the frightened look on his face, feeling his fear as clearly as if it were her own.

Failing to stand the chair upright, Lorne sat on the floor, feeling sick of mind and body.� He saw Eti looking at him, concern etched on her face.� Swallowing hard, he finally spoke.

"Morning, Peaches," he began.� "Sorry about the noise."

"Forget that," Eti answered.� "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?� Nothing.� What makes you think there's something wrong?" he lied.

Eti, to her credit, saw right through his deception.

"You look like you saw the proverbial ghost," she observed.� "Don't tell me you're feeling bad about last night.� Please don't tell me that."

The guilty look on his face told her this was exactly what he was feeling.� Climbing out of the bed, she went to him.

Lorne had to notice how her breasts bounced with each step she took, her lithe muscles rippling slightly.� She sat next to him and he moved away from her without thinking about it, his fear increasing.� Eti reached for him, causing him to flinch.� Frowning, she grabbed his arm and, somehow, managed to pull him to her.

Lorne refused to meet her eyes, his shame blanketing him like a shroud.� Etienne took his face in both hands and forced his head around.

"Look at me!" she demanded, gripping his face tighter when he tried to turn away.� "Look at me, damn you!"

Slowly, he turned his head at the force of her words.� He could see the anger flashing in her eyes, but made himself look at his flesh and blood.

"You think you defiled me, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Well, you didn't.� You did what we both wanted."

Part of Lorne's mind had to admit that he had wanted her.

Eti continued.� "I've always wondered what it was like to be with you, always wondered why Mother was always so happy with you.� Now, I finally know."

The mention of her mother ran through him like an electric shock.� It never occurred to him Eti may have overheard their lovemaking sessions.� He sat up straighter, his resolve returning.� "So, you were listening in on us, were you?"

Seeing he had come back from whatever Hell he had sent himself, Eti smiled.� "Well, it wasn't like you two were the most quiet of people," she retorted playfully.

Lorne smiled despite himself, remembering Ellie's passionate moans.� "Yeah, keeping quiet wasn't one of our main concerns.� Peaches... ," he began.

Eti cut him off.� "There's no need to apologize.� I wanted it just as much as you did.� Now, come here."� Eti reached down and found his manhood and began to bring it to full arousal.� Lorne relaxed as his daughter stroked him.� Turning his head slightly, he sucked at the closest nipple to him, feeling it grow instantly erect between his lips.

At his touch, a moan slipped from her and she increased her hand movements, alternating her grip, giving Lorne new sensations.� Freeing her nipple from his hungry mouth, she went to work on his stiff member, engulfing the now enormous head.

He sighed, and lay back to enjoy the attention Eti was paying to him.� With her newfound skills, she sucked him with confidence, relishing the feel and taste of him.� Feeling a little left out, he slid down and positioned her over his mouth and lowered her to his lips, feeling her swelling clit enter his mouth.� Eti moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending a curious feeling through him.

Their bodies slick with the sweat of their efforts, father and daughter enjoyed each other, both lost in the indescribable pleasure.� Their love was taboo, but neither really cared, for this moment was theirs, for now and forever.

Part I, Chapter Five

Lorne was ecstatic, his pleasure beyond words.� He could feel Eti's pending orgasm as she moved against his eager tongue and lips, grinding her large clit against his chin while his masterful tongue plunged in and out of her, lapping up her musky juices.

As her father ate her, Eti tried to swallow more of his burgeoning tool, but found that, for now, she couldn't quite manage it.� So, working as best she could, she increased her efforts, licking up and down the shaft of the large, veined monster in her hands.� Her tongue moved back to the mushroom-shaped head, lapping up the large dewdrop that had appeared there.� It was like nectar to her.

All she ever really wanted.

Sitting up, Etienne screwed her overheated flesh into her father's mouth, using his massive erection to balance herself.� She could feel her clit, hard and throbbing, sliding quickly between his lips, teasing his tongue with fleeting touches.

This was quickly becoming too much for her; Lorne could feel her miniature cock stiffen then jerk spasmodically as she came, her hot fluids literally flowing from her, drowning him.� Above him, Eti shrieked as the waves of pleasure swept over her repeatedly, each jolt causing her to shake violently.

Suddenly weak from the intensity of cumming, Eti rolled off Lorne's soaked face, shivering as if cold.� Before she could recover, her father rolled her over onto her stomach and, raising her ass, entered her in one swift, deft movement.� Eti nearly passed out from being filled with so much so fast.

Lorne wasn't really concerned; all he could concentrate on was the joyous feeling of Eti's pussy stretched around his thickness. �"So hot, so wet," his lust-crazed brain said to him.� He fucked his darling Peaches with long, fast strokes, pulling all the way out until only the thick head remained inside her.� He grunted with pleasure as he plunged deeply into her, the force of his reentry shoving her forward on the floor.

Etienne was drunk with pleasure, feeling her father moving inside her.� The pain wasn't as bad as last night and, it seemed she was actually getting used to his gigantic love muscle.� She could hear her father groan as he fucked her, delighted he was enjoying her so much.

Lorne reached around and under Eti until he could finger her clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes.� Eti responded by shoving her ass back against him harder, the duality of sensations bringing her closer.� Lorne quickened his pace, his own need for release growing more intense.

Releasing her clit, Lorne grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her further.� He looked down and watched as he buried himself deeply into her, her lips spread wide.� With one movement of his hips, he watched as the last inch or two disappeared inside her and he felt his cock-head bump into the opening of her womb.

Eti gasped as he hit the bottom of her.� She could have never imagined feeling so full; it was if he had somehow bypassed the confining walls of her cunt and had entered her stomach.

Being this deep triggered her released and she cried out before she even realized it, her young cunt clutching his invading tool tightly.� Lorne, upon feeling himself squeezed so tightly, felt his cock swell inside her, and held on for dear life as he emptied himself into her in great heaves.� He shook uncontrollably as he continued to come, his eyes rolling back into his head.� His mouth, although open, issued a silent scream of pleasure as she bucked under him.

Spent, he fell on top of her as she collapsed under both his weight and the intensity of her own release.� Mindful of the difference in their weights, Lorne somehow managed to prop himself up on his elbows, while the last precious drops of his seed emptied into her.

Unable to maintain his position, Lorne skillfully rolled off Etienne and lay beside her panting and smiling.� "What a way to start my day," she finally said.

Lorne could only smile and nod in agreement, wistfully hoping the day could continue like this but knowing that he'd better be getting on his way to the lab and Eti off to school.

Sitting up, he playfully slapped her bottom, noticing the way it jiggled for a few seconds.� "Okay," he said.� "It's off to the lab for me and school for you, so let's hit it."

Eti groaned in fake displeasure, but moved to comply with his wishes.� "Oh, okay," she complained.� "I'm going.� Will you drop me off at school?"

As he moved off to shower, Lorne said, "Of course I will, Peaches.� I'll be ready in a few minutes, so you'd better hurry."

After showering and dressing, Lorne dropped Eti off at school.� Giving her a peck on the cheek, he drove off, heading for his office, whistling happily.

Part I, Chapter Six

Lorne was in great spirits when he arrived at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.� He strolled past the receptionist and noticed, for the first time, how lovely she was.� The woman was surprised when Lorne spoke to her, her eyes momentarily going wide.

"Good morning, Dr. Williams," she said after recovering.� "Dr. Levin wants to see you in Lab One when possible."� She handed him the written note left by Geoff.

"Okay, fine." He said after confirming the verbal message.� "Call Dr. Levin and tell him I'll be there just as soon as I hang up my coat."

She nodded and he headed off in the direction of his office, silently wondering what Geoff could possibly want.� Entering his office, he tossed his jacket on a visitor's chair and crossed to the window which overlooked Lab One.� From there, he could see Levin frantically waving his hands in the air and pointing at the genetic splicer.� Frowning, Lorne realized he'd better get down there before Geoff had a stroke, while wondering what could have possibly gone wrong.

Lorne had to pass through a pretty sophisticated bio-filtering system that scanned him for any contaminants on his person and removed them.� Although the scanning beam was harmless to the person being scanned, Lorne had discovered that the beam caused a tickling sensation on his skin.

The scan completed and a green light went on, signaling that he could now enter the sterile Lab One environment.� The inner lab door opened and Lorne went into the lab proper.� Finding Geoff Levin wasn't hard - all he had to do was listen.

"... oh sure, the sub-processing routine worked fine, but the phased links failed to pass along the genetic code of the sample for slicing!"

Coming up along a side of him, Lorne smiled in an attempt to disarm the angry doctor.� "Geoff, what is the problem?" he began.

"Problem?" Levin sputtered.� "My problem is your pet gene splicer isn't getting the information properly from the digital sub-processors, that's what my problem is!"

Lorne looked at Gene Edwards, the team member who designed the digital interface between the sub-processors and the splicer.

"Gene?" he asked.

"Well," the bearded cyberneticist started, "the sub-processor was working at analyzing the genetic structure of the sample in the splicer and before the analysis was completed, the splicer just started doing its thing."

Lorne nodded and asked, "Your analysis of the problem?"

"A simple matter of one module being out of alignment," came the answer.� "Once the safety monitors detected the error, the process stopped and the self-diagnostics reported the misalignment, just as designed."

Lorne thought Gene sounded a bit huffy, but he really didn't blame him.� Levin was a topnotch administrator but he really didn't know how things worked as well as he should have.� "Was the module replaced?" Lorne asked.

"Yes and once we replaced it, the system recycled itself.� The process completed itself, again as programmed.� Total downtime was five minutes."� Gene looked in Levin's direction as he spoke, the pride clearing showing in his voice.

After a moment, Lorne nodded and spoke.

"I see.� Thanks, Gene."

Before Levin could say a word, Lorne grabbed him by the arm and steered him toward the room's exit.� "A word with you, Geoff?" he said, dragging the sputtering man behind him.

Once back in his office, Lorne spoke.

"Now.� Just what in the hell are you trying to do to my people?� Gene Edwards is one of the top cyberneticists in the country.� I don't know what you said to him, but we need him here with us, not running off to Petrie Chemicals."

As he sat behind his desk, Lorne fumed.� Levin was a good man, but prone to panic.� Like himself, Geoff Levin was a widower trying to raise a daughter of his own.

"You know that the board was in here yesterday to see the results of the project.� While showing the splicer, the damned thing went berserk!� I had to do some fast talking to convince the board that everything was under control!"

Levin waited for Lorne to respond, watching the man for reactions.� Levin knew the board of directors hadn't really noticed the processor failure, but he figured acting like a lunatic kept the staff on its toes.

Lorne turned and started his computer, noticing the correct startup sequence.� After entering his password, he got to his mailbox, looking for some word from the board members on yesterday's demo.

Geoff gave Lorne an impatient look.� "Well?� What are you doing?" he said, pointing at the monitor.

Lorne simply held up a finger as he scanned the notice concerning the demo.� He saw the board had overwhelmingly supported the program and was pushing toward Phase II completion.� Turning back to Levin, he smiled broadly.

"Geoff," he began.� "You are full of shit.� The board approved Phase II; why were you jumping on my people?"

Levin produced his own smile, saying "Just doing my job.� Listen, I'm having a party tonight and you're invited.� Oh, bring Eti with you; she can keep my Kymber company while us old folks pat each other on the back."

As both stood and shook hands, Levin added, "Oh.� The party starts at eight.� Be there or be square."� With a wave, Geoff left.

Lorne sat back in his chair, feeling totally pleased with himself.� He and his team had worked for six long years and it finally paid off.� Reaching for his phone, he called home to leave Eti a message on the answering machine, telling her about the invitation and asking her to call.� That done, Lorne Williams, MD, Ph.D., settled in for a good day's work.

Part I, Chapter Seven

Eti saw the message light flashing when she came into the house.� Crossing to the phone, she rewound the machine and listened to her father's message.� She frowned at word of the party invitation because she had a different kind of party in mind.� Yet any chance to see Kymber Levin again would be worth the aggravation.

The message ended and Eti went to prepare for the party.� While looking in her closet for something appropriate to wear, her mind reviewed her relationship with Geoff Levin's daughter.

Both went to the same school and Kymber was older by only a few months.� Of course, their fathers were both widowers and they worked for the same company.� Importantly, though, they shared the same secret desires.� Except, of course, Eti had realized most of hers.

She had a few hours to go before having to get ready, so she settled into her homework, completing her tasks with her usual precision.� She sat at her desk and, after a moment of thought, reached for her phone and called Kymber.� Kymber Levin answered on the second ring.

"Hello, Levin residence."

Eti smiled, thinking of how snotty Kymber sounded whenever she answered the phone.� She knew, however, that Kymber was anything but snotty.

"Hi, Kymmie, it's Eti!"

"Eti!" Kymber exclaimed.� "You coming tonight?"

"That's why I called," Eti answered.� She could envision Kymber's smile matching her own.� "Kymmie, we have to talk," Eti said, all business now.

"Hmm.� This sounds quite serious," Kymber replied.

"It is, believe me."

Kymber looked at the phone, a frown creasing her usually smooth forehead.� She and Etienne were the very best of friends so Kymber knew if Eti said it was serious, it really was.� "Okay," she finally said.� "When you get here, we'll go to my room and talk."

"That's fine," Eti responded.� "I'll see you then."

Etienne hung up after saying goodbye and stretched out on her bed, thinking about the last conversation they had.� Well, maybe it really wasn't talking, but they said some things, either way.

Closing her eyes, she could still feel Kymber's tongue on her clit and how thrilling and scary the experience was.

They were studying together and had been at it for hours.� Kymber had decided they'd been working too hard and deserved a break.� After a raid on the Levin refrigerator for munchies and cold drinks, they returned to the room and fell into the usual talk into which young women get.

Eti remembered prattling about something when she happened to notice Kymber looking at her.� She felt a chill rush through her because she noticed that Kymber's gaze was a bit more intense than just a casual look.

She had asked Kymber if there was anything wrong, but she never answered.� Instead, Kymber crossed the short distance between them, never taking her eyes off Eti, until they were practically nose to nose.� Eti swallowed nervously and tried to speak - but discovered her mouth as dry as she could ever remember.

Kymber continued her silence, gazing into Eti's eyes.� Eti found that she couldn't look away.� For what seemed to last an eternity, Eti's hazel eyes and Kymber's green eyes were locked together.

Without warning, Kymber leaned forward until their lips met.� Eti's mouth opened slightly in surprise, allowing Kymber's tongue to slip in.� Kymber held Etienne's head in place as she kissed her deeply.� Eti found herself returning the kiss, something which really shocked her.� Without thinking, her arms gathered Kymber closer, feeling a hot rush flowing through her.

Eti felt herself being gently pushed backward, until she was lying down, their soulful kiss uninterrupted.� Kymber was kissing her face and ears and, with her weight pressing down on her, Eti was helpless.� She could feel Kymber's hand massaging her breast and, strangely, it felt good.� Scary, but good.

Again their eyes locked, allowing Eti to read...� something.� She wasn't quite sure what she saw in her friend's emerald eyes.� While Etienne was occupied with studying Kymber's eyes, the other young woman had succeeded in removing Eti blouse and bra, plus her own!

Kymber had lowered her mouth to Eti's nipple, sucking gently.� All Eti could do was to hold on, not really understanding what was happening to her, but knowing what was going to happen.� She also thought she should stop her friend, while also knowing she would let things play out.

Eti heard the zipper of her jeans being released and felt the coolness of the room's air on her now-naked skin.� Kymber continued her assault on Eti's body.� She felt light kisses on her stomach, the girl's tongue tracing lazy patterns here and there, sending shivers the entire length of Eti's body.

Somehow, Kymber managed to wriggle out of her own jeans without stopping her steady advance.� Eti, looking through partially closed eyes, could see one silken globe of the other girl's firm ass as she turned herself.� Eti felt her legs being parted and lifted slightly, the cool air between her hot legs somehow increasing her excitement.� She felt Kymber's breath on her sex, warm and moist thinking this couldn't be happening.

And knew it was happening as she felt the first flick of Kymber's tongue on her clit.� A moan escaped Eti's lips as the fluttering tongue explored her secrets.� She could hear Kymber's moans of delight as she tasted her victim, muttering something about it being so big and so hard.

Kymber began to suck Eti's engorged clit, her tongue moving crazily over the sensitive head, driving Eti insane with pleasures before which she'd never known.� Eti could feel something happening within her, a building of feelings that were now screaming for release.� To her horror/pleasure, Eti could feel her hips moving in rhythm to Kymber's licking and sucking.

To make things even more bizarre, Kymber was straddling her face, exposing her curly, musky dampness.� Eti felt a sense of panic as Kymber lowered herself onto Eti's mouth.� Instinctively, Eti opened her mouth, allowing Kymber's clit to slide between her parted lips.� Eti sampled the taste of her friend.� Sharp and tangy, but not in the least unpleasant.� Curiously, she noticed how hot it was between Kymber's legs.

The two young women lay in the 69 position, hips pumping, moans filling the room.� Not being able to withstand the mounting pressure, Eti came first.� The impact sent the young woman trembling out of control.� Eti reached down and held Kymber's face tightly to her pussy, practically fucking the other girl's face.

It quickly became too much for Kymber as she came, bringing a muffled scream from her.� Kymber instantly drenched Eti's face in a hot fluid that flowed in unbelievably long spurts.� She didn't have time to wonder what it was, as the hot, sweet tasting juice filled her mouth to overflowing.� She felt Kymber slip her thumb inside Eti's own juicy snatch - stopping at her maidenhead - which started her coming again, her own hot juices shooting into Kymber's willing mouth.

Eti lay on her bed, still remembering how delicious it felt.� She recalled the look on Kymber's face when they finally separated.� Kymber's face was slick with Eti's juices and the young woman was flushed with pleasure.� For a long minute, neither woman spoke.� Finally, Kymber broke the silence, apologizing repeatedly.

Kymber had explained that she had always wanted to make love to Eti and apologized again.� It surprised Eti to see tears in Kymber's eyes and, if she felt any anger toward her friend, sympathy quickly replaced it.

It took a while for Eti to convince her friend that everything was okay, but she managed to let her know that it was all right.� Eti had to admit she had enjoyed herself, more than she would have expected.� She told Kymber this, making the young woman stop crying and relax.

Part I, Chapter Eight

The sound of the front door closing startled Etienne from her memories and hearing her father's footsteps.� She glanced at the clock, realizing angrily she'd foolishly wasted precious preparation time with her lewd memories.� She hurriedly shed her clothing and raced for the shower, calling out to her father she'd be ready in twenty minutes.

Lorne raised an eyebrow as he heard the shower start, wondering what Eti could have possibly been doing that she was just getting showered.� "Honey," he called.� "You'd better make it fast; we roll out of here in a half an hour!"

Eti hurried out of the shower, toweling off as quickly as possible.� She went to her closet and pulled out the first dress she saw, a low-cut, celery green item that left much to the imagination.� She knew her father would probably give her some static about the dress, but she'd worry about it later.

Ten minutes later, she stood in the foyer, waiting for her father.� As Lorne came down the steps, Eti noticed how handsome he was in a dark blue suit.� Lorne noticed the dress Eti was wearing, thinking it revealed too much of her body.� However, they were running late and knew there was no time to change.

They filled the drive to the Levin's home with small talk about how each other's day went.� As he drove, Lorne had to notice how Eti's hemline allowed a good view of her shapely thighs.� Smiling to himself, Lorne was thinking about the lovely treasure rested between those thighs.� Well, at least he thought he was smiling to himself because he noticed his daughter looking at him with a questioning look.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Huh?� Oh, nothing, nothing at all.� I was just thinking about something pleasant."

Having said that, he fell silent, leaving Eti wondering what could be so pleasant to have him smiling in such a manner.� She could remember times when he wouldn't smile and, when he did, it never reached his eyes.� This smile, however, was genuine and although she didn't know why, she was glad he could find something to smile about.

They finally arrived at Geoff's home.� Upon finding a place to park, Lorne escorted Eti inside.� The first thing Eti noticed was there were adults everywhere, remembering her father never did mention what kind of party to which they were going.� A frown crossed her features and it didn't escape Lorne's scrutiny.

"I know you didn't expect this kind of party," he began.� "Still, I figured it would give you and Kymber a chance to do some catching up.� It's been a long time since you last saw each other."

Upon hearing her friend's name, she brightened.� "I'll try to find her.� You really don't mind, do you?" she asked.

Lorne shooed her away with a wave.� "Go on, find Kymber and have a good time.� When I'm ready to leave, I'll let you know."� With a bright smile, Eti set off in search of Kymber.

Kymber Levin was in her room, pouting.� She hated it when her father held these ass-kissing parties because none of the other stuffed shirts thought to bring their kids with them.� She shook her head in frustration, her long, dark red mane flowing like blood before settling back into place.

Kymber jumped up and paced around the room knowing that before long, her father would be pounding on the door to drag her out to meet his coworkers and other people with whom she'd rather have nothing to do.� Kymber stopped in front of her dressing table and her frustration grew, realizing she hadn't even finished dressing for this joke.� Before she could cross to her closet, she heard a knock on the door.

"Probably some schmuck who can't find the fucking bathroom," she fumed.� Crossing the room swiftly, she yanked the door open, not caring she only wore her bra and panties.� "This should give them something to talk about!"

The door opened to reveal Eti Williams and Kymber's foul mood immediately vanished.� "Eti!" she cried.� "You made it!� Come in!"

Eti was a bit confused at her friend's exuberant welcome, but stepped inside so Kymber could close the door.� Without breaking her stride, Kymber grabbed her by the hand and pulled her over to the bed, where she sat.� After a moment, Eti sat beside her.

"So," Kymber began.� "What was so important?"

Etienne hesitated for a moment, not sure if she could trust the red-haired, green-eyed woman sitting next to her.� She looked up into Kymber's eyes and saw concern in them instead of curiosity.� Taking a deep breath, she told her what took place between her and Lorne, not leaving out any detail.

Kymber sat and listened as patiently as she could.� Eti could see Kymber was dying to flood her with questions and appreciated Kymber's attention while she told it like it was.

Finally, her tale told, she sat back and waited for Kymber's response.� Kymber surprised Eti with her response; instead of the verbal outburst she expected, she saw a tear flowing down her cheek.

Kymber said, after wiping her face, "Oh, my.� I am so happy for you!"

Not exactly the response Eti expected.� Still, she felt buoyed by her friend's acceptance of her situation.

Kymber took Eti's hands and held them, squeezing gently.� Kymber was alive with energy - as they held hands, Kymber was bouncing on the bed until the whole thing was shaking.

"Kymber!" Eti exclaimed, looking at the bed.

Kymber flushed bright red with embarrassment and settled her bouncing down to a manageable quiver.

"I don't know what else to say," Kymber said, her eyes sparkling.

"Just tell me you understand," Eti responded.� Kymber could only nod and, before the silence could grow any further, Kymber spoke.� "Well!� What shall we do?� It looks like the grownups will be at it for a while."

Etienne knew what she wanted to do, but wasn't sure how to go about it.� Suddenly, it came to her:� Why not give Kymber a taste of her own medicine?� Since they were still holding hands, Eti used it to her advantage.� With a gentle but sudden motion, she drew Kymber into her embrace and kissed her, surprising the supple redhead.

Before Kymber could respond, Eti reached around and unfastened the other girl's bra, freeing her ample breasts.� The bra went sailing across the room as Eti's hand began to massage her friend's breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, now growing hard.

Kymber gasped at Eti's touch, sending a shiver through her.� Before she could offer any resistance - not that she was going to resist to begin with, Kymber felt Eti's mouth close on one erect nipple, her tongue circling the hot flesh there.

The two women stopped long enough for Eti to undress and, as she did, Kymber watched in appreciation.� When she finished undressing, Eti pushed her friend onto her back muttering, "What's good for the goose..."

Kymber relaxed, offering herself to her sexy friend.� "Take me," she whispered.� Eti complied.� Lying next to Kymber, she again lowered her mouth to a nipple, sucking eagerly, while allowing her free hand to find it's way between the young woman's thighs.� Kymber's legs parted wide, allowing easy access to her treasures.� Eti's fingers found Kymber's clit and she began to stroke it.� She dipped a finger into the young woman to moisten her fingertip and continued her assault.

Kymber's back arched at the contact and another moan escaped her lips.� She thought, "She's not holding back... "

Unable to stay patient, Eti abandoned Kymber's breasts and she buried her head between the hot woman's legs, lapping at her cunt hungrily.

Kymber went wild, unable to contain herself.� She raised her legs higher and held Eti's head to her hot lushness, feeling Eti's tongue and lips work at her.� "For someone who only did this once," she thought, "she's driving me crazy!"

Eti ate her friend, allowing all the scents and other sensations to carry her away.� Lovingly, she licked her, feeling Kymber's passion increase with every touch.� She felt Kymber tremble, which only encouraged Eti into a higher level of activity.� She inserted two fingers into the girl's sopping wet cunt and another finger found its way into the girl's tight back hole, going in up to the second knuckle.

The combined sensations were too much for Kymber and she exploded, a near silent cry escaping her parted lips.� She panted heavily as wave after wave washed over her.� Eti, for her part, was very busy trying to keep up with the hot, gushing liquid pouring into her face and mouth.� The two horny women positioned themselves so that each could enjoy the other.� Eti came almost immediately as Kymber sucked her large clit hard, flicking her tongue over it rapidly. They continued to love each other, oblivious to everything, caring about nothing.

Part I, Chapter Nine

Most of the party guests had gone, leaving Lorne and Geoff pretty much alone.

"Hey, Lorne, thanks for coming. �You were just as big a part of this as I was."

Lorne waved off the accolades and said, "Hey, I'm just glad I could be a part of all of this."

The two men fell silent and, comically, did an identical thing:� They were looking for their respective daughters.� Practically speaking simultaneously, both asked, "Have you seen..."� Realizing their gaff, they grinned foolishly for a moment.

Geoff said, "They're probably still in Kymber's room, running off at the mouth.� You know how women are.� Come on, I'll show you where they are."

They set off toward Kymber's room, going over some highlights of the party.� Reaching the room, Geoff was about to knock on the door - and hesitated.

Lorne, became immediately concerned, asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I think.� I don't hear them in there; maybe they're out by the pool."

Quietly, Geoff turned the door knob.� The door was unlocked and opened silently.� Both fathers craned their heads so they could discreetly look into the room, shocked at what they saw.

Lorne saw his little Eti with her head buried between Kymber's long legs.� His mouth opened at the sight and he could hear Kymber's astonished father breathe, "What the hell... ?"� Both men stepped into the room, and closed the door; neither young woman appearing to hear the slight sound the catch made.

Lorne spared a glance at Geoff, expecting to see anger and/or disgust on his face.� Instead, the spectacle before him transfixed Geoff.� Lorne couldn't help noticing he wasn't the only one paying attention. �Geoff had a very noticeable bulge in his pants; not that he could blame him because what he was seeing turned him on as well.

Lorne decided.� Without looking at the other man, he began to undress, removing his clothes as quietly as he could.� As much as he respected Geoff and Kymber, his lust was overpowering.� Totally naked, he started toward the bed, stopping only to look back at Geoff with a questioning look.� Geoff took one look at the young women on the bed, looked at the naked Lorne Williams, and hurriedly stripped, almost falling over in his haste.

Now naked the men approached the bed; when they were within reach of either woman, Lorne broke the silence.� "May we join you?"

The results were electric!� Both women sat up, their eyes wild with lust.

"D-d-dad!" they stuttered in unison.

Without an answer, Lorne replaced Kymber between Eti's legs and began to eat the young vixen with gusto.� Lorne replaced whatever shame he may have felt with lust and desire.� Geoff Levin was frozen in place, his alcohol induced haze not allowing his brain to believe what his eyes were seeing.� Here before him lay his daughter, her nude body glistening with a coat of perspiration.� Their eyes met and the elder Levin refused to believe what he saw in Kymber's eyes.

Lust.� Pure, unbridled lust.� He was aware of his own passion growing stronger within him as he watched his co-worker indulge in the pleasures the young Etienne had to offer.� The sights and sounds astonished him.� He would have never thought something like this could be happening, here in his own home!

Gathering his resolve, he stepped forward to stop the action - and was stopped dead in his tracks as Kymber's hot mouth wrapped itself around his swollen member.� Then again, whatever he was going to do, it could wait.� It had been a very long time. . .

Closing his eyes and bending his knees slightly, the elder Levin groaned loudly as the young woman's tongue flicked across the tip of his cock.� As she pleasured him, Geoff couldn't help thinking where his daughter had learned such a thing, not to mention who had taught her.� He'd have to talk to her about this later, but for now, he didn't care.

Kymber took him deep into her mouth, sending a shiver through him that buckled his knees.� "You'd better lie down, Dad," said Kymber with a smile.

Geoff looked around the spacious bed for somewhere to stretch out.� However, Lorne and Eti were involved in an energetic sixty-nine, the younger woman's head bobbing with a quick, but steady rhythm.� He stretched out next to Eti and Lorne in a position which would allow him to watch the young woman work on her father.

His own daughter had other ideas, swinging herself on top of him, matching the position of the couple next to them.� Without hesitation, Kymber lowered her moist thatch of red hair to his mouth.� Geoff didn't need any further encouragement as he began to lick the tangy juices he found there.

The four lovers continued this way, lost in the depths of their own private passions.� Years of experience, however, began to take their toll on the young women as the two fathers plied every skill they possessed, causing the young women to lose their concentration.� Both were caught up in their own intense orgasms brought on by the masterful tongues invading their bodies.

Without warning, the women traded places.� Geoff suddenly found his head surrounded by a pair of lovely dark thighs, facing an even darker mound of hair, along with the biggest clit he'd ever seen.� As Eti lowered her hot slit, it surprised Geoff to feel her clit slide between his lips.� As he sucked on the delicious morsel, he couldn't keep from feeling like he was sucking a man's cock.

With the change of partners, the action continued.� Lorne's tongue was a flurry of activity, going from Kymber's soaking wet pussy to her puckered ass.� He did this so quickly the hot redhead couldn't keep up with the different sensations as she sucked at the huge black meat deep in her throat.

Kymber had always heard stories about Black men being well-endowed - and here was the living proof.� She had trouble closing her hand around the hot, thick meat as she worked the large, bulbous head between her lips.� Kymber could even feel the man's pulse coming from the distended veins that ran the length of his member.

The room filled with the sounds of sucking and slurping, experience took its toll on youthful enthusiasm again.� Eti sat straight up on Geoff's face, grinding her hips furiously as she rode out yet another intense orgasm.� Leaning forward, she embraced her soul sister and their lips met as the two women were subjected to wave after wave of pleasure.

Exhausted, they rolled off the men, trying to catch their breath.� Fat chance.� Before they could utter a word of protest, each woman suddenly found their legs in the air as the men slid between them, Lorne with Kymber, Geoff with Eti.

Kymber gasped as Lorne slid into her, feeling the huge thickness of the man spreading her wider than ever before.� She felt a momentary pang of jealousy as she looked at her dearest friend, who was handling Geoff's entry with relative ease.� Kymber had never felt so full before - but then again, she'd never had a fully grown man before.� The boys she had experimented with were not even close in matching this man's skill and size.

With a grunt, Lorne filled the girl with his cock and, after giving her a few seconds to adjust to his invasion, began to fuck her slowly with deep, even strokes.� He smiled as he heard Eti cry out, thinking his old buddy was really giving it to his daughter.� All things being fair, he should at least return the favor, right?� He increased his movement inside the dazzling red-haired beauty, causing her emerald green eyes to widen in surprise.

Geoff was sure he was in heaven as he fucked the young Black woman furiously, consumed in his fiery lust.� Eti's cunt clung to his cock tightly, bringing him closer to his own orgasm.� Eti could feel the man's cock tremble inside her and, with great concentration, clamped her pussy around the invading cock meat.� Geoff rewarded Eti by releasing his seed, the hot splashes coating her insides.� She looked up at the coming man, his face coming close to matching the deep red color of his hair as he emptied himself into her.

Lorne could hear the two lovers next to him and doubled his efforts inside Kymber.� The inexperienced young woman was beyond doing anything except holding on to him tightly as he assaulted her once tight love hole.� Kymber was beginning to wonder just how long this man could keep up this pace, when she felt him swelling inside her, stretching her overfilled cunt even further.

"He's coming," she thought and braced herself.

With a loud grunt, Lorne thrust deeply inside Kymber, meeting the entrance of her womb as his thick cock exploded inside her with surprising force.� Jet after jet of the hot sticky fluid flowed into her, so much she could feel it running down the crack of her ass.

He continued to come as Lorne continued to fuck her deeply, his cock still rock hard in spite of just coming.� Kymber cried out, begging him to stop, but Lorne was beyond stopping.� The events of the evening had awakened something in him and Lorne was determined to see it through to the very end.

Geoff watched with amazement as he watched the other man's huge cock sliding in and out of his daughter.� Eti had come to Kymber's side, whispering words of encouragement to her friend while massaging her breasts.� The man's ass, rising and falling hypnotized Geoff, the muscles taut as cables.� Without even thinking about it, he positioned himself behind Lorne.� When his ass came up on a stroke, he grabbed the man's hips and with a motion that surprised everyone, slid into the Black man's ass, taking advantage of the slick juices covering his own maleness.

With a grunt, Geoff buried himself quickly into Lorne, causing the younger man to come again.� Kymber was spent and completely worn out as Eti helped the poor young woman from under her father and sat back to watch the scene unfold.

Geoff fucked Lorne like a maniac, ramming his cock rapidly into the man's ass.� Reaching around his victim, he grabbed the younger man's cock - and was shocked to find it was still very much erect.� He stroked Lorne's meat as he fucked him and, after a few more strokes, emptied his swollen balls into the man's ass.

Rolling off Lorne, Geoff prepared himself for what he knew must happen next.� He didn't have to wait long, as he felt his ass being lifted by two powerful hands.� After a moment of probing, Lorne entered the man, looking forward to exacting a type of revenge on his boss and long time friend.� Lorne rode him hard, his face contorted with the effort.� Geoff cried out in a rare mix of pain and pleasure as the large cock buried itself deeper into his body, wondering if he had made a mistake in being so bold.

The long evening and multiple ejaculations had taken its toll on Lorne.� As much as he would have liked to continue fucking his boss' ass, he couldn't hold back any longer.� Quickening his pace, he reamed the man until he exploded deep inside him.� Feeling Lorne's release inside him, Geoff also came, his seed splashing against the other man's stomach.

Slowly, Lorne pulled out and rolled onto his back, totally exhausted.� The two women, recovering from the surprising event which had just taken place, snuggled into the arms of their respective fathers.

Eti was sure this wouldn't be the last time the four of them would be together like this.� With sleepy eyes, she looked at her friend, who was already asleep in her father's arms and, with a smile, settled in to dream of more fun to come.

ETIENNE:� DISCOVERY

Part II, Chapter One

"What are you thinking about?"

Lorne Williams turned away from the curtain of rain splattering against the window.� "Oh, hi, Peaches.� I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular."

Etienne joined him at the window as a brilliant flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a bass rumble of thunder.� "Really?� I'm surprised.� You've been standing there for the last ten minutes."

"Just appreciating the beauty and raw power of Nature, dear."

"Uh huh.� I suppose you expect me to believe this."

Lorne placed his arm around her shoulders.� With a smile he said, "It would help."

"I'm sure it would.� Now, you gonna tell me what's on your mind?"

Lorne remained silent, unsure if he should risk mentioning the thoughts which had plagued him over the last couple of months.

Eti took a long look at her father's face.� She was, of course, very much aware there was something very important on his mind and had finally decided to approach him.� Seeing he wasn't going to volunteer, Eti changed her tack.

"I'm trying to remember something."� Lorne looked in her direction, his eyebrows arched questioningly.� "I remember someone telling me a long time ago it helps to talk about the things which bother you."

"What makes you think something's bothering me?"

"To begin with, you've barely said more than 'hi' to me over the last two months.� You've been sitting around the house doing nothing.� To top it off, you've this lost look about you, like you're not sure which way up is."

Inwardly, Lorne winced - he had hoped Eti hadn't noticed.� Wanting to end this conversation, he decided to take the offensive.� "Seems to me you've got it all figured.� Tell you what - you tell me what's wrong and I'll either agree or disagree.� Deal?"� Satisfied, he leaned against the window sill.

Eti, however, was ready for this bit of evasive action.� "I think this has something to do with the party at Kymber's house."

As if scripted, a gigantic bolt of lightning tore across the sky, creating a stroboscopic effect as Lorne's smug look fell onto the floor and shattered into a million pieces.

"I thought so."� Nodding to herself, Eti went into the kitchen. �After a few seconds, Lorne followed.

"Okay, okay.� I admit it's been on my mind."� Lorne sat at the table, propping his head up on his forearms.

Etienne placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him before taking a seat.� After taking a sip of her herbal tea, she looked at her troubled father.

"I thought we had gotten past the moral difficulties after the first time."

"Me, too - it was the party which had me rethinking things."

"Which part in particular?� Me and Kymmie? �Or was it me and Geoff?"

"The whole night served to put things in a different light for me."

Etienne nodded and said, "It did for me as well.� How does the party relate to us?"

"Us?� I don't understand."

"We've made love three times, Dad.� The last time was at the party."

The elder Williams answered with silence.� Secretly, he had hoped this topic wouldn't surface.� Eti, however, wasn't going to be put off so easily.� "Well?"

"Well, what?� What do you want me to say?"

"You could begin by telling me why."

"It's a lot easier said than done, Peaches."

"Try.� I think you owe me on this.� You make me feel like you don't love me."

"Come with me."� Lorne got up from the table and went to the living room.� Sitting on the love seat, he patted the empty space next to him.

"Okay," he said as Etienne settled down next to him.� "You wanted to know why, so here it is.� It's not as if I don't love you; I love you more than ever before.� Not a night goes by where I'm not thinking about having you next to me."

Eti opened her mouth to speak, only to be stopped by an upraised hand.� "Please let me finish.� I'll answer your questions later."

"Despite my feelings and, yes, my desire for you, I had to think about your future.� You deserve a chance to meet someone your own age, someone who shares your interests.� So, I decided to fade into the background, figuring you'd lose interest and strike out on your own."

"I see.� Did it ever occur to you that I wouldn't want anyone else?"

"Honestly?� No, it didn't."

"How could you decide like this without asking me?"

"Etienne, I'm your father.� It's my job to decide your life."

"Maybe, but it is my life, Dad!� Don't I have a say in it?"

"Yes, you do.� I just thought..."

Eti moved closer.� "Well, you thought wrong.� What I want is you - it's all I ever wanted since our very first time."

"What about that boy - what's his name?"

Etienne looked puzzled for a moment.� "Who?� Darryl?"

"Yeah, that's his name.� I thought you two had something going on."

"Darryl's a good friend, Dad.� Don't get me wrong - he'd take me to bed in a flat, skinny second if I were to give him a chance.� However, I had to ask myself something."

"What?"

"If he'd be what I want in a lover.� Experience does count in this, you know."

Lorne nodded, remembering his youthful difficulties with various young women.� "The boy has to learn somehow!� If women never give him the chance, he'll never learn."

"True enough.� However, you should know just how much women hate being disappointed when making love."

He did, indeed.� "So you're saying given the choice, you prefer experience."

"Quite so, dear father.� You not only bring years of experience to the bed, but another important ingredient - love.� Darryl doesn't love me even if he thinks he does. �Before you say it, I know he could learn to love me, but I want love now, not somewhere down the road."

"There are older men."� Lorne knew he was fishing as he said this.

"You're right, there are.� I decided after the party I'd rather deal with the devil I know rather than the one I don't."

"Are you calling me a devil, young lady?"

"I'm calling you the man I love and the only man I want.� Now, if you happen to be a devil, then so much the better."

Lorne was deep in thought for several minutes as he ran options through his mind.� One prominent though was his happiness in finding out Eti still wanted him.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Eti?"

"Make love to me?� Right here, right now?� I need you..."

Part II, Chapter Two

Until now, making love was the last thing on his mind.� Upon hearing Etienne's plea, his desire for this lovely creature filled and energized him.� Blood rushed to fill his member quickly, leaving him feeling a little lightheaded.

Without a word, he slid off the love seat into a kneeling position in front of Eti and undid her pants.� Etienne raised herself slightly and Lorne removed both pants and panties with one movement.� Gently but with mounting urgency, he slipped her pants over her ankles and tossed them aside.

Eti felt a slight chill as goose bumps appeared on her exposed flesh, unsure if it was because of the coolness of the room or her own anticipation.� Sliding down until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the cushion, she draped her legs over his shoulders to allow him access to her flesh.

Lorne made himself comfortable between her legs and drew closer to her essence, feeling her heat, noticing the young woman was already moist.� Taking a deep breath, he drew his tongue across the hood of her clitoris.

Etienne gasped as his tongue rasped across the swelling bud of flesh.� Her body stiffened and arched in response - but only for a moment before she melted against his touch.� Slowly, she moved against the invading wedge of wet muscle as it traveled the length of her slit, which was growing wetter by the second.� She sighed as the tip of Lorne's tongue parted her soaked inner lips and lodged itself in her vaginal opening.

As Lorne worked his tongue into her, he could feel a trickle of juice escape her hot, musky flesh.� Stiffening his tongue, he plunged deeper into her until he could feel the ridges of her canal.� He licked the smooth contours for a moment before returning his attention to her erect clitoris, which had come out of its fleshy hiding place.� A low growl flowed from him as his lips captured the spongy head before sliding down the thick shaft.� He pursed his lips and sucked hard, exulting in the feel of her erect member throbbing in his mouth.� Lorne backed off a bit and ran his tongue along the underside of his daughter's oversized clit, causing her to buck harder against his face.

He was conscious of his own hardness, straining against the fabric of his clothing.� Rising to a kneeling position, Lorne unfastened his pants, tugging his underwear down just enough to free his turgid member.� It sprang from its confinement and seemed to grow larger.

Dimly aware of her father's movement, Eti was lost in a sea of lust.� She moved hard against his mouth as his tongue worked its magic on her.� As it flicked from one sensitive spot to another, she tried to get it to stay in one place - without success.� The fleshy invader just wouldn't be denied as it continued to bring her closer to climax.� Opening her eyes to slits, she could see her father's head moving frantically between her legs, sucking her for all he was worth.� Something shifted inside her as Etienne felt the downward rush which only meant one thing.

Lorne could feel the change in Eti's passion.� The once-steady thrusts against his face were quickly falling off-pace, her hips bucking wildly against him.� He latched onto her clitoris one more time, sucking it hard and running his tongue around the head as fast as he could.� Eti's clit jerked strongly in the grip of his mouth and lips; Eti froze in mid-thrust as Lorne gave the head one slow lick, then another, allowing the tip of his tongue to just lay across her swollen member.� The first spurt of juice came hard and fast.� Her body relaxed only for a split second before the next jet flowed from her. Orgasmic bliss caught Eti in its grip as her orgasm pounded into her relentlessly.

Lorne raised his head from the soaking wetness of her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.� He took in the view of his daughter as the last wave of pleasure washed over her.� Without hesitation, he positioned the thick knob of his cock against her opening, not wanting to give her a chance to recover.� He thrust into her, splitting her open along the length of his shaft until he was buried inside her.

Eti's eyes flew open at the sudden penetration, her mouth forming an "O" which matched the surprised look on her face as her father's thick tool impaled her fully and easily.� She could hear his grunt of pleasure as he tried to get every inch inside her.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried.

"Hmm?"

"I love you so much!� God, I've missed this."

Lorne leaned forward and sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, and Eti fell silent.� He withdrew until just the head remained inside her gripping flesh and fucked her slowly, feeling her muscles' attempt to draw him deeper.

Etienne's face was a mask of frustration.� "Stop teasing me, Daddy," she protested.� "Please don't tease me.� I want to feel you deep inside, so damn bad!"� Lorne gave a little smile at her bit of vulgarity and continued his slow, maddening pace - but allowing more of himself to slide into her sweet confines.

"YES!" she cried.� "Give it to me, you bastard!"� Lorne's smile widened as another inch or so made its way into her.� Etienne's fingers dug painfully into his shoulder as he moved inside her with the same slow pace.

"Ooohh!" she hissed.� "More!� Give me more, damn you!"� Lorne was clearly enjoying his daughter's plight.� He allowed her legs to drop down until her knees were in the crook of his elbows, reaching under her with both hands.� Lorne put one hand under her quivering backside and the other in the middle of her back.� Bracing himself, Lorne stood and lifted her in one motion, causing his full length to drive into her.� Eti wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, unable and unwilling to resist.� Spreading his feet into a wider stance, Lorne grabbed two hands full of her firm bottom and began sliding her along the full length of his cock, pounding his steely flesh into her with hard, fast strokes.

"Oh, fuck me, Daddy!" Eti cried as another orgasm punched through her.� Each downward thrust caused her breasts to jiggle crazily as held onto him for dear life.� "Now!� Fill me with your love!� I need it, NOW!"

Eti could feel her father's cock grow thicker inside her as he used shorter, faster strokes to trigger his own release.

The tight feeling in his sac was tremendous as Lorne crossed over the threshold, sending his creamy offering deep inside his loving daughter.� "Ugh!� Yes, yes, yes!", he cried, feeling his knees buckle.� He quickly - but carefully - lowered their joined bodies to the floor, fucking into her hard, his prick still emptying itself into her.� With his lust fully in control, he withdrew from her overworked slit and turned her onto her stomach, only to ram into her again.

Etienne gasped as her father's hardness reentered her steamy vagina, spreading her wide.� She raised her ass slightly and he penetrated her deeper. ��Strangely, she was appreciative yet amazed at his stamina as she felt the knob of his still-erect member crash into her womb.

"Oh, Peaches," he said, feeling his thickness invade her again.� "Oh, how I've needed this."� Lorne couldn't get enough of her sweet, delicious body as he plowed into her with long strokes.� Getting to his knees and using them to spread her legs further apart, Lorne looked between them, utterly fascinated at the sight of his cock literally turning her pussy inside-out at every stroke.� He pulled back and watched as the swollen knob of his penis appeared.� He let it rest there for a moment before sending it again into her depths.� Buried deep within her, he reached around and under her, his fingers finding her clitoris.� Grasping it between thumb and forefinger, he began a frenzied jerking motion that made Etienne's back arch.

"NO!" she screamed as the dual sensations raced through her.� Eti tried to escape the onslaught only to find herself unable to move.� It didn't take long before another mind-numbing climax jolted her.� She felt his pace slow as he released his grip on her tender clit, wondering if the pleasure would ever stop and praying it didn't.

With his hands covered in their gooey fluids, Lorne placed a thumb at the tight entrance to her anus, massaging the enticing opening gently - before plunging it into her.� Lorne felt her collapse under him but held Eti firmly in place with his free arm around her waist.

Having two orifices filled simultaneously was too much for Eti as her orgasm took hold of her.� As Lorne's thumb reamed her, his cock began to swell inside her again.� She could feel the tremors racing along the veined monster inside her as he exploded inside her.� Lorne fell forward, consumed by the pleasure/pain of his climax.� His thumb popped out of her bottom wetly as he braced himself on shaky arms, continuing to empty his love into her.

Etienne felt his softening maleness as it slid from her, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.� If she had any negative thoughts about his love and desire for her, this act of love sent such thoughts to an early grave.

Lorne was coming down from the orgasmic high on which he'd been.� He trembled slightly as his sore muscles began protesting at being so badly abused.� "That's okay - nothing a hot shower can't handle," he though.� Looking to his left, he spotted Eti's prone form on the thick carpeting.

"Peaches?"

A light snore answered him, so he reached over and shook her.� "Peaches, come on.� Let's go to bed."

Etienne groaned at the interruption in her moment of afterglow.� "Do I have to?"

"Yes, unless you like sleeping on the floor."� Lorne offered a hand to the slowly rising Etienne, who used it to pull herself upright.

Holding hands, the two climbed the stairs.� Reaching the top, Eti started to turn right toward her room, only to be jerked to a stop.� "Where are you going?" her father asked.

"To my room, where else would I be going?"

"I thought you'd, well, sleep with me tonight.� That's if you don't mind."

Etienne gave her father a loving, if sleepy, smile.� "Sure, why not?"

Returning her smile, Lorne said, "I figured if we're going to be full time lovers, we may as well sleep in the same bed."� Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, they entered the bedroom, the door closing with a click.

Part II, Chapter Three

Eti squirmed in her seat, still a little sore from the previous evening's activity.� "I suppose it's something I'll have to get used to," she thought.� At the front of the room, the physics teacher was saying something about the upcoming commencement ceremonies, now only two weeks away.

"I'm glad we're finally getting out of here," a voice whispered in her ear.� Startled, Etienne turned toward the source and found herself looking into Darryl Hill's black eyes.� Darryl's complexion was darker than her own; along with the short-cropped black hair, his eyes appeared not to have pupils.

"What?� Oh, I'm sorry, Darryl - I wasn't paying attention."

"Nothing new about that - you hardly ever pay attention to me."

Eti ignored the sarcastic remark.� "You know that's not true."

The bell rang, signaling the change in classes.� Eti tried to lose herself in the bustling throng, hoping to avoid continuing the discussion with Darryl.� He was attractive enough, but...

"Hey!� Wait up!"

Darryl caught up with her, saying, "Look, I'm sorry for the crack I made in there.� You do pay attention to me, even if it's just friendly."

Etienne didn't miss the hidden remark in that statement.� "We're friends, Darryl; why shouldn't it be friendly?"

"I think you know what I mean, Eti.� I'd like to get to know you better."

Etienne stopped and turned to face him.� "Darryl, damn, I like you, but it just isn't possible."

Darryl looked crestfallen.� "There's someone else."

"You could say that.� Sorry."

The young man wasn't to be put off so easily.� "What would it take to convince you to leave him?"

Eti had to stifle a laugh.� "More than you could ever imagine, I'm afraid.� Look, Darryl, I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but I'm pretty happy with the way things are in my life right now.� I'm sure you understand."

"Yeah, I understand," he said, clearly not understanding.� "Well, you can't blame a guy for trying!� See ya around, okay?"

"Okay.� Darryl?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for understanding.� You're a good friend."

His ego a bit bruised, Darryl nodded and headed for class.� Eti watched him round the corner before entering the classroom, feeling guilty over rejecting his advances.

*�� *�� *

"How was school today?"� Lorne posed the usual question while checking on the bread baking in the oven.

"Oh, about the same as usual.� Graduation is in two weeks and we're just trying to tie up the loose ends."

Something about her answer made Lorne turn and look at Eti.� "Is there something wrong?"

"Wrong?� What could be wrong?"� Eti continued setting the table, almost knocking over a glass of water.

"You seem distracted.� I trust your grades are okay?"

"They couldn't be better!� Well, the "B" I got in calculus could have been better, but I'm happy with it."

"Then what's the problem, Peaches?"

Eti sat at the table.� "I had a little run-in with Darryl Hill today.� He likes me."

"I see.� Anything you want to talk about?"

"He wants me to leave the guy I'm seeing now and start a relationship with him."� Etienne looked up at her father, a glint of amusement in her hazel eyes.

"Does he, now?� What did you tell him?"

"Told him I'm happy with my life right now."

"Why so glum, then?"

"Darryl's cute and I really do like him.� He just seems so...� childish."

Alarms started flashing in Lorne's mind.� "Childish, eh?� As compared to what?"

The young woman blinked in momentary confusion.� "Well, compared to you."

"Do you think that's fair?� You're not giving the boy a chance to prove himself."

In his heart, however, Lorne was hoping Darryl would continue to fail in his attempts to win Eti's heart - a thought which surprised him.

"You're right.� It probably isn't fair to him.� You told me a long time ago once I decided, I should stick to it.� I've decided you are all I need."

"I can truly appreciate it.� What if you're wrong?"

"If I'm wrong, then it's something I'll have to live with - and I would have learned some thing."� Eti locked her gaze onto her father's handsome face.� "Are you suggesting I give Darryl a chance to make me happy?"

"I'm suggesting you should think over all the options, that's all.� What you do about it is entirely up to you, dear.� Let's eat."

Dinner progressed at an unusually slow and quiet pace.� During the meal, Lorne stole glances in Eti's direction, watching the battle being waged inside her.� It tore him, too, in some places; Lorne didn't want to lose her, but he did not want to hinder her search for happiness.

*�� *�� *

Eti stepped into the shower and tried to relax as the hot needles of water first stung, then soothed her tense muscles.� Hair, once carefully styled earlier in the day, became limp strands of ebony as she immersed herself in the refreshing stream.� She sighed as the wet warmth found its way to every part of her body, all the while thinking how unfair life could be.

Reaching for the soap, she quickly worked up lather while wishing she could wash away her confusion this easily.� Leaning against the wall, Etienne allowed herself to relax even further, her hands absently massaging her breasts, her nipples instantly responding to her touch.� As the water streamed along the shape of her body, Eti tried to conjure Darryl's image in her mind, imagining his hands on her breasts, his lips on hers.

She allowed a hand to part her inner folds to massage the ache running along the hardening shaft of her clit, the image in her mind becoming vivid.� Oh, yes, she could easily imagine Darryl doing this to her, melting the core of her being.� Again, in her mind, Darryl broke the kiss and she opened her eyes to look at him.

Eti found her father looking back at her.� The daydream dissolved, leaving reality - and some rapidly cooling water - in its place.� Etienne knew what she had to do.� Without bothering to dry off, Eti quickly left her bedroom, a trail of damp footprints in her wake.� Reaching her father's room, she looked in and found him sitting on the bed reading.

Lorne looked up from the sheaf of papers, surprised to find a very damp - and very perturbed - Etienne standing not two feet away.� Keeping his surprise hidden behind a mask of calm, Lorne spoke.

"No towel in your bathroom?", nodding at the droplets of water glistening on her belly.

Eti instinctively looked at herself a moment of confusion crossing her face before her head snapped up, resuming her piercing gaze.� "I was just in the shower."

Lorne felt a bubble of laughter welling inside him.� "So I see."

Etienne ignored the remark and continued.� "I was daydreaming about Darryl.� In my daydream, he was touching and kissing me.� When I opened my eyes, it wasn't Darryl - it was you."

"So?" Lorne prompted when his daughter fell silent.

Eti sat next to him on the bed, placing her damp head on his shoulder.� "I realized it's you I really want.� Darryl's probably a great guy - but I'm just not interested."

As Eti snuggled against him, Lorne knew one of his fears was coming to the front.� One thing he had considered a problem (of sorts) was spoiling his daughter with his love and affection.� For him, the intimacy found in a relationship was an old hat, not so for his young daughter.

Eti looked up at her father, noticing his silence.� "Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Is something wrong?� You seem a little distant."

"Just thinking, Peaches."

"Good things, I hope," she replied, her hand finding his dormant maleness and began to awaken it.

At her touch, Lorne shifted his position to allow her better access.� Over the last few months, he had been lying to himself, knowing he needed to love Etienne in every way possible - and denying it at every turn.� As she massaged him to full erection, he knew further denial and resistance would be useless.

"Lie back, man of mine," Eti whispered.� Obediently, Lorne stretched out on the bed while Eti freed his cock, feeling the softness of her hand against his hot flesh.

"So proud and majestic," she said.� Etienne held her father's maleness in her fist, drawing the silky skin up over the bulbous head and releasing it.� Smoothly, Eti lowered her mouth to him and licked her tongue across the head, collecting the drop of clear dew which had appeared there.

Lorne groaned softly as Eti's tongue roamed lazily along the veined shaft of his manhood, shivering as she found yet another sensitive spot.� With each stroke of her hand, his resistance melted away; with each touch of her tongue, his love for her grew.

Eti took half his length into her mouth easily, savoring the salty taste and feeling the tremors along the shaft.� She allowed herself an inward smile.� It wouldn't take long to get her loving father to fountain his seed.� Eti let her teeth scrape along his quivering tool teasingly and was rewarded with a strained gasp.� Taking a deep breath, she began to work his cock in earnest, increasing her speed and pressure on him.� Eti caught by him surprise, feeling his cock swell suddenly.

Lorne felt the swelling and the gut-wrenching feeling of impending ejaculation simultaneously.� He wanted to explode in Eti's mouth and, while, he didn't, wanting the insane feeling to last forever.� Lorne's breath came in great gulps as he tried to ward off the inevitable - and failed.

Etienne moaned as the first flows of his seed poured into her mouth, warm and musky.� She swallowed quickly to make room for the next spurt, finding herself unable to keep up.� So she allowed her mouth to fill with the slick fluid, consuming it at her leisure as Lorne gave in to his orgasm.

Lorne was barely aware of Eti removing her mouth from him, raising his head enough to see her while mounting his semi-erect tool.� His initial orgasm left him feeling strangely weak and helpless and he could only watch as the knob of his maleness disappeared into the folds of her slit, followed by the full length of his shaft.

"Ahhh," Eti moaned.� Now fully seated on him, she paused for a moment feeling the tingle of excitement flow through her at being filled with him - though he has not as hard as he was a moment ago.� "However," she thought, "that will soon change!"� Bracing herself with her arms against his chest, she settled into a rhythm allowing her to slide along his cock, now slick with her own juices - but not allowing it to fall from the grasping muscles of her vagina.

"Oh, you feel so good inside me," she said, picking up speed.� Infused with passion, Eti felt the heat at her center like a glowing coal.� "Feels...� so...� good," she grunted, punctuating each word with hard, downward thrusts of her pelvis.� Eti could feel him stiffening inside her, spreading her walls with his thickness.� Her hips undulating with snakelike smoothness, she availed herself of his manhood, delighting in the pleasure of pleasing him.� Eti could feel Lorne trying to replace her motion with one of his own and she looked down at him.

"Oh, no, my love!� Just be still and let me love you.� I need this so much!" Her voice trailed off as an orgasm spread through her, leaving a gentle comfort in its wake.� It also left her wanting more of the elusive feeling.� Etienne continued to ride him as tiny ripples of pleasure continued to flow through her, the precursors of an orgasm to end all orgasms.

It hit her like a punch, stopping her dead in her tracks.� Lorne could feel the tremendous ripples that ran along her inner muscles.� Hot liquid splashed at the junction of their bodies as her pussy clamped down on him.� "NO!� I'm not ready!" she screamed, much too late.� It consumed her easily, leaving no nerve untouched until, spent, she collapsed onto him, still trembling in the aftermath.� When she felt Lorne's arms surround her, Eti knew she had taken on too much.

Lorne lifted and turned Eti easily.� With her legs wrapped high around his waist, he began to move inside her.� The incredible slickness of her sheath made his passage into her center easy and effortless.� His cock felt as if it were six inches in diameter and harder than granite as he plunged into her deeply.

"My turn now, darling," he said.� Lorne penetrated her deeply again as the pressure wave built inside him, burning him with its intensity as he spilled his love into her.

"Oh!� Yes!"� Eti cried out as Lorne filled her, Passion's fire searing her nerve endings.� Again pushed over the precipice, her orgasm flowed over her relentlessly, electrifying her very soul.� Locked together, father and daughter moved along the same path, each lost in their separate feelings.� Yet, both knew their joining wasn't limited to just the physical.� Lorne could sense Etienne's joy, sharp and fresh in his mind as if it were his own.� It washed over and soothed him, carrying away any doubts he had about the rightness or wrongness of their love.� Oh, yes, he could love her fully and in every way possible.

Lorne withdrew from her slowly, relishing the feeling.� Etienne reached up and touched his face with a hand which trembled slightly.� "I love you, Dad."

"I love you, too, Peaches," he replied as his daughter snuggled close to him.� Instantly, Etienne was happily asleep - and snoring lightly.� Lorne allowed himself a wry grin while feeling very good about himself and their relationship.

Part II, Chapter Four

Graduation day.� Eti paced the living room nervously while an amused Lorne looked on.� "Will you sit for a moment?� You're starting to make me tired!"

Eti came to a halt and looked at her father.� "I'm sorry, Dad.� I don't know why I'm so edgy.� It's just another day."

"Well, you don't graduate from high school every day, but I know what you mean."� Lorne smiled.� "Hell, I was so nervous the day I graduated I forgot to put a belt on.� Never noticed it until they called my name."

"What happened?"

"I got up and started across the stage, feeling the butterflies in my stomach and knowing your grandparents were out there in the audience watching me.� As the principal handed me my diploma, my pants fell down!"

Eti smothered a laugh.� "You must have been terribly embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?� An understatement, my dear; believe me.� They still talk about it at the class reunions."

Lorne looked at his watch.� "Okay, Peaches - time to go!"

*�� *�� *

"...really going to miss those guys," Eti was saying as she climbed out of the car.

"Well, you'll see them again at the first class reunion," Lorne replied as he looked up the street.

Etienne noticed it and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Huh?� Oh, nothing.� Come on, I've got something for you."

"I hope it isn't a party - I thought we agreed not to have one!"

"No, not a party, but it's important.� Come on!"� Lorne opened the door for Eti stopping only to take another look up and down the street before following.

Once inside, he led Eti to the patio and handed her a small package.� "Here you go - the first present."

Etienne felt her eyes fill with tears.� "You didn't have to get me anything!", she said, fumbling at the wrapping paper.� Seeing her difficulty, Lorne took it from her and exposed the long, black velvet case.� Eti opened the lid, revealing a gold tennis bracelet, encrusted with diamonds and emeralds.� Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed.� "I've always wanted one!"

"I remembered," Lorne replied, feeling a lump in his throat.� "Here, let me put it on," fastening the bracelet around her wrist.� "Now for gift number two."� Reaching into another pocket, he produced another wrapped box.

"What's this?"

Lorne flashed her a smug look.� "Open it and find out."

Eti was puzzled, wondering what it could be.� She made quick work of the wrapping paper and opened the box.� Her puzzled look deepened.

"A nameplate?� I don't get it."

"Keep looking; there's something else there."

Eti removed the nameplate and found a square of plastic which not only had her name on it,� but also included a picture of her.� "This is an ID card from Carlton... "� Realization dawned on her.� "You got me a job!� But, how..."

"Getting you the job was easy - getting the picture wasn't.� You start in three weeks for the systems administration department.� You'll have to work hard, but I know you can handle it."

Eti hugged her father, the tears freely flowing down her cheeks.� "I don't know how to thank you for all of this."

"Hey, what are fathers for?" Lorne was saying just as the doorbell rang.� "I'll get it."

As Lorne went to answer the door, Eti felt so much love for him as the sun reflected its light off the polished gold bracelet.� Hearing her father's footsteps, she looked up.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"Just a delivery.� You wanna see what came?"

Hand in hand, the two walked around the outside of the house. �As they rounded the last corner, Eti stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the sight of the new car parked in the driveway.

"I figured since you have a new job, you needed a new car to get you there."

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Etienne grimaced as Lorne drove into her, the pleasure/pain sweeping through her.� Her hands were claws on his back, raising little welts.� In a distant corner of her mind, she somehow knew no other man could ever make her feel this way.� It felt so right, yet deliciously sinful!� The young woman allowed herself to be turned into yet another position and felt the stabbing pressure of Lorne's entrance.� She sighed as the thick shaft spread her wide, her juices easing its passage into her nether regions.

"You okay, babe?"

"Mm, oh, yes.� Perfect."

Satisfied, Lorne resumed his thrusts inside her.� He loved the way her vagina clung to him, feeling the coarseness of her pubic hairs as they scraped along the exposed portions of his penis.� Lorne lifted her legs higher and plunged deeper into her warmth, feeling a trickle of juice splashing against his sac as she came again.� Lorne could feel the tightness in him and his brow furrowed in concentration as his increased his speed inside her, hammering at her sex.

"Ooh, yes!� You're getting harder inside me.� Fill me, lover!� Give it to me!"

He gave one last, deep thrust into his daughter, crying out as his seed flowed into her.� Smooth strokes became jerky ones as he emptied his love into her in long, hot spurts that sent chills through him that ran from head to toe.

Spent and softening inside her, Lorne arranged their bodies for comfort as Eti showered him with soft kisses, still grinding her sex against him.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Eti?"

"I love you.� You make me feel so alive when we make love like this."

Lorne felt a warm glow spread through him at her words.� "I love you too, Peaches," he answered, holding her closer.� "Are you happy?"

"Am I?!� I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.� There aren't any words to describe it."

Lorne tilted his head back and looked into her hazel eyes and saw the truth of her words.� "I know what you mean.� I never thought I'd be happy again.� You've changed all of that."� He laughed.� "You've changed me."

Eti cuddled against him as his now cooling sperm continued to seep from her.� "Changed you?� How?"

Lorne's smile widened.� "If someone had told me six months ago that I'd be lying here feeling wonderful after making love to you, I would have throttled them."� He shrugged.� "Nevertheless, here I am.� I do know one thing, though."

"What's that?"

"If I didn't love you, none of this would have ever happened."

"You have any regrets?"

"Regrets?� Only that I didn't to this before now!� You've made me realize I had been neglecting your needs and my own."

"You just didn't do this for my sake?" she asked.

"Hell, no!� Well, maybe. . .� I guess something inside me knew I'd been without love and happiness for so long.� It wasn't until after the party I had to confess that I missed not having someone to love." �He frowned.� "That didn't come out right, did it?"

Eti laughed softly.� "Don't worry.� I know what you meant.� However, I did notice something."

"What might that be?"

"You were having the time of your life."� Unbidden, a burst of laughter escaped from Etienne.

"What's so funny?"

"You should have seen the look on your face when Geoff..."

Lorne felt the burn of embarrassment flood his face, thankful for his dark coloring and the dim light in the room.� "Oh, that."

"I didn't know you were that kinky."

"I'm not!" he protested.� "I was just as surprised as you were!� Although, I have to admit it felt pretty good."� Lorne sat up.

"Hey!� What about you!� You and Kymber looked pretty cozy when we came in."

It was Eti's turn to be thankful for the low light.� "Ah, well..." she started, realizing she didn't have an answer for him.

"I thought so.� You think I'm kinky. . ."� Lorne feigned being indignant.� "The pot calls the kettle black."

Silence enveloped them as they took stock of the events which had brought them to this point.� Lorne felt better about things now that he'd accepted this new way of life.� His fears of somehow stifling Eti were unfounded, another thing his mind could put to rest.

Etienne knew she had no regrets, echoing her father's sentiment that this should have happened way before it did.� "Still," she thought, "Things happen when they're supposed to."� Through incest, Eti had learned of the strength and depths of her own ability to love and be loved.� Before all of this, the man lying next to her was just her father.� Now, she realized, he was much more than that.� Knowing she was only seeing the tip of the iceberg that was her father, she felt great comfort in knowing there was more to learn.

As sleep claimed her, Eti knew life was good, and getting better.

ETIENNE:� THE BEST OF EVERYTHING

Part III, Chapter One

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.� One moment, fullness, the next, emptiness.� Etienne Williams experienced all these sensations as the hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.� She held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.� Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Eti sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.� The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation through her to be added to those already present.� The young woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts.� Eti lifted her shapely legs higher, to give the man greater access to her sweltering sex.� "Soon," she thought.� "It's got to be soon!" as her senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar tingling.� A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase twofold.� Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick tool grew larger inside her.� Her own sex was already contracting sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth hardness inside her.� A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her, causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat.� Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.� Then she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her.� Etienne floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.� The frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if electrocuted.

Eti could hear low keening - hers? - as she flooded the man's shaft with her own love offering, her overheated sex clamping down on him repeatedly.� Another contraction, another splash of juices to mix with his as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling.� The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

"You know, " she said, her voice cracking slightly, "You should really think about bottling this.� We would be rich beyond our dreams!"� The man propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her smiling face.

Laughing, he replied� "There wouldn't be much to sell - you'd buy it all up for yourself."

"That's true," she admitted, settling into the warm, fuzzy feeling, all that remained of her orgasm.� Eti could feel the man's now-soft cock fall out of her, releasing a slow tricking of semen that flowed from her gaping vagina, following the crack of her firm bottom.

With a deft movement, Lorne Williams flipped over onto his back beside his daughter.� "I don't know about you, but I could use something to eat."

Eti slapped her father playfully.� "Like you haven't had enough to eat already!"� She sat up, causing her full breasts to stand out, the nipples still hard.� She turned and looked lovingly at her father as he stretched, his dormant maleness lying across the crease where leg met the abdomen.

"Come on, lazy one," she said with mock sternest.� "We have to get cleaned up.� Kymber's flight will be arriving soon."� Lorne watched appreciatively as Eti went to the bathroom to start the shower.� He delighted in seeing the very shapely curves of her body and wondered, for the millionth time, how he could be so lucky to have a daughter like her.� Hearing the running water, he got up with reluctance, not wanting the moment to end.

Etienne was already in the shower, the hot, soapy water flowing over her medium brown skin.� As he joined her, Lorne again took stock of his Nubian goddess, noting how a trail of bubbles curled under one breast and traveled down her side to the swell of her hips.� Lorne could feel himself becoming aroused again as Etienne turned to soap his chest.

Feeling his returning erection against her tummy, Eti looked down.� "Oh, no!� We don't have time for this, my friend!" she said to his maleness as Lorne grew longer and harder. She looked back at her father, grinning.

"I can't help it if he likes you," Lorne complained half heartedly while reaching for the soap. �The slippery bar to fell from its holder, clunking loudly against the tub before coming to rest behind Eti.

"I got it," she said.� As she turned and bent over to retrieve the errant soap, she realized her mistake.� Before she could stand, she felt the bulbous head of his cock split her still-swollen labia.� A gasp escaped her lips as Lorne plunged half his length into her, spreading her wide again.� Instinct caused her to push back against his advance, again filling her.

"We...� don't...� have...� time..." she said as Lorne worked himself into her, holding her hips steady.� That warm, golden feeling she'd come to love over the last three years replaced any further protests.

The water stung Lorne's chest and splashed onto Eti's upturned bottom, washing away the last of the soap.� He spread her cheeks, allowing him to view his thickness as he plunged into his daughter.� He marveled at the contrast of their skin color, Lorne being darker than his 19-year-old partner.� Lorne was deep into the sensations offered by the young woman's body, thrusting easily into her sex when the water suddenly turned cold, shocking him into ejaculating.� The warmth of Eti's love sheath, and the brisk cold of the water battled for supremacy as he emptied himself into her.

Holding on to the towel bar, Eti could feel her father inside her, giving her the sweetest of feelings, when the water went cold.� The sudden change in temperature caused her slippery nest to contract hard around him, the splashing sounds of her release getting lost in the sounds of running water.� She pushed back hard against him, grinding her hips in time with his thrusts, as he released his seed into her.

As the water grew colder, causing her to shiver, Eti leaned forward and shut off the water, Lorne's half-erect cock slipping out of her, still spasming.� She turned at looked at the handsome, Black scientist.� "You're insatiable and I love you!� I hope we're not late."

Lorne leaned forward and placed his mouth on hers, cutting off any further comments.� Breaking the deep kiss, Lorne said, "Me, too, but it was worth it!"

Lorne and Etienne stepped from the shower into the relative warmth of the bathroom and dried each other off.� Eti's nipples continued to stand out as Lorne dried her breasts and worked his way down.� She stood contentedly, feeling his strong hands against her as he dried her.� One hand spent a little extra time at the triangle of black hair nestled between her legs, while the other probed its way into the crevice of her firm bottom.� She trembled slightly as the towel brushed across her puckered back hole, adding to the delicious feelings already present.

Grabbing her towel, she returned the favor with an appreciative smile on her lovely features.� Her hazel brown eyes, feasted upon her father's muscular chest, idly noting that even at 43, he was in remarkable shape.� She made her way down his flat stomach to his maleness, again dormant and gently dried his testes, feeling their weight in her hands.� Lust tempted Eti to give the large, mushroom-shaped head of his cock a suck but knew she wouldn't stop there - and they had a plane to meet.

Part III, Chapter Two

Sighing, she stood and followed her father out of the bathroom.� "I'll be ready in 15 minutes, Dad," she called to him.� Lorne nodded in reply, searching his closet for something to wear.� As she padded down the hallway to her own room, she remembered the reason which had brought her to his room in the first place.� She had something to tell him, something very important - but Eti had forgotten it in a sweet rush of passion.� Not that it was unwelcome, she thought with a smile - her father was a fantastic lover.� For the last three years, she'd known no one else but him.� She had no regrets at all, only pure love for him.

Standing naked before the full length mirror, she admired her shapely body, noting her large, pendulous breasts and how the dark circles of her areola stood out against the smooth, mocha skin surrounding it.� Slightly erect, her nipples stood out proudly and she ran a finger lightly across one, finding it still very much sensitive.� She continued to examine her body, her eyes coming to rest on her flat tummy.� Eti replaced the smile on her face momentarily with a slight frown, stark reality replacing the cozy, loving feelings.� How was she going to tell her father, her lover, that she was pregnant?

When Eti's period failed to show up as scheduled, she wasn't worried at first; being a day late wasn't unusual for her.� She religiously took her birth control pills and any thoughts of becoming pregnant didn't concern her.� However, after a week had gone by, she began to worry and had stopped at a drug store on the way home from work and picked up a pregnancy test kit.� Etienne had placed the kit on her dressing table, debating whether to use it.

"Maybe I just miscalculated," she thought, glancing up at the calendar adorning one wall.� One date stood out, enclosed in a bold, red circle, an apt reminder of when she was to begin her cycle.� Chasing away her indecisive thoughts, she'd grabbed the kit and headed for the bathroom.� After following the instructions, she waited.

The bright blue indicator that greeted her minutes later sent mixed emotions flowing through her.� "I'm pregnant!" part of her rejoiced.� The more skeptical side of her asked, "How?� We didn't miss a pill!"� The cool, logical side of her provided the obvious answer - her pills failed to do their appointed task.

Eti blinked, bringing her back from her memories.� She sighed, a mixture of happiness and uneasiness coursing along her nervous system.� After coming to terms with her condition, she had gone to tell her father, well, he was going to be a father.� The soon-to-be mother laughed at the silliness that thought invoked, as she remembered going into his room and shaking him awake.� She had been prepared to tell him - but her father had other ideas.� As he pleasured her, all thoughts of talking to him had left, replaced by the delicious feelings he always brought out in her.� Eti smiled again and hurried to get dressed, finally deciding to tell him on the way to the airport.

Part III, Chapter Three

Kymber Levin sat looking out the tiny window of the jet as it prepared to land, thinking of how good it would be to see Lorne and Eti Williams again.� She hadn't seen them since her father's funeral, having left immediately afterwards to live with her aunt in Seattle.� Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the horrible nightmare.� The phone call from the police.� A voice informing her of the accident, a head on collision.� Her frantic call to Lorne Williams, the only person she could think of to call and the ride to the hospital.

Then there was the disorienting feeling as the doctor told her the bad news.� She had fainted, barely hearing her words, "I'm so very sorry, Ms. Levin.� We did all we could."

The bump of the giant jetliner landing shook Kymber out of her painful memories as the attendants reminded everyone to stay seated.� Wiping her eyes, she gathered her things and exited the plane into the terminal, searching for a familiar face in the sea of humanity.

*�� *�� *

Lorne drove to the airport quickly but carefully, chiding himself on making love to Eti again, knowing they'd be late.� If he hadn't learned anything over the last three years, it was resisting her charm was something at which he wasn't very good.� After arriving at the airport and parking the car, Eti and Lorne headed toward the arrival gate as fast as the growing throng would allow.� Etienne spotted Kymber first and called out to her long time friend.� "Kymber!� Over here!" called Eti, waving her hands.

Kymber Levin turned toward the sound of her name.� Upon seeing Eti and Lorne, she waved back and went to meet them.

Etienne greeted her long time friend with a hug pausing only to plant a kiss on her cheek.� "It's good to have you back, " she said while holding the beautiful redhead at arms length.

"It's good to be back," she admitted.� Kymber turned to embrace Lorne.

"It's good to see you, too, Lorne!"

Lorne gave the lithe woman a hug that was more friendly than fatherly.� Although he had worked with her late father, his knowledge of her was more than just a casual one.� As they went to the baggage area, Lorne smiled at his memories of Kymber Levin.� The aftermath of the now-legendary party had changed their lives forever, establishing an intimacy before which he'd never experienced.

Admittedly, he missed his friend and colleague, but the satisfaction of knowing Kymber would be very well taken care of replaced his feelings of loss.� Absently taking the bags off the conveyor, the sound of Eti's melodious voice interrupted Lorne's thoughts.

"We've got the spare room all set up for you," she was saying.� "You won't have to worry about a thing."

Lorne smiled at his daughter's enthusiasm and knew her joy matched his own.� Geoff had left Kymber very well provided for, so money wasn't a problem.� According to the letter he'd received two weeks earlier, Kymber wasn't happy in Seattle and had asked Lorne if she could move in with them.� "You and Eti are the only family I need right now," her words had said.� He replied to her, telling her they would be pleased to have her and, after clearing it with her aunt, they made the move.

They filled the trip home with innocent chatter as the two young women brought each other up to date.� Sparing a glance at Etienne, he thought he noticed something different about her but could not put his finger on it.� Eti, turned almost completely in her seat and facing Kymber, didn't notice his furtive looks.� He dismissed the thought, concentrating on his driving.

Minutes later, he pulled into the driveway.� Eti and Kymber headed toward the house, leaving him to tackle the luggage.� Hands on his hips, he cleared his voice and called out to them.� "Excuse me!� Ladies?"

The two women stopped in mid conversation and looked back at him.� Lorne noticed with some amusement both had identical confused looks on their faces.

"These bags aren't going to move by themselves," he admonished.� Mumbling apologies, they came back to take some smaller bags as Lorne wrestled with the largest ones.� Once inside, he gratefully let the heavy items drop and turned to his charges.

"Eti, show Kymber her room; I'll bring the bags up in a moment," he said while crossing to the answering machine.� After listening to the message, he went to the bottom of the stairs.

"Eti?� Kymber?" he called, opening the door.� "I've got to go to the office for a little while.� Don't wait for me to have dinner."� He barely heard the response as the door closed behind him.

*� *� *

Hearing the car start and drive away, Etienne turned to Kymber, beaming.� "Let's get you settled in first - then we can talk," she said.� Kymber agreed; she had a million questions to ask Eti.� The two women busied themselves with storing Kymber's belongings, limiting their conversation to things like the color of a dress while exchanging opinions on the latest styles.� An hour later, everything was in place and Kymber flopped down across the bed.� Between the long flight and getting the room set up, Kymber was exhausted.� However, it didn't curb her curiosity.

"So, are you and your father still, uh, you know?" she asked.

Etienne looked into Kymber's emerald green eyes as she spoke.� "Yes, we're still lovers.� He's just so good for me that I don't bother with the other men."

"Why not?"

"What could they offer me that he can't?� I mean, look around you.� I have the best of everything!"

Kymber had to agree with this.� This wasn't the same house they had lived in for many years; Lorne, having assumed her father's position, had decided that they needed a home that matched their new status.� If the rest of the house is as beautiful as this room, she thought, it must really be something.� She was drawn back to Eti, who was still talking.

"I have a job and love and happiness in my life.� Daddy is so attentive and not just in bed."� Eti's look of contentment spoke volumes.� "We go places and do things we never had time to do before.� Why waste my time on some inexperienced guy, never knowing if I can love or trust him?� No, all we need is each other."� Eti reached down and touched her friend's hand.

"Oh, and you, if you're willing."

Surprise took Kymber aback momentarily, not completely understanding what Eti was saying.� Eti saw the confusion written across her friend's creamy complexion and offered an explanation.

"Daddy and I talked about this last week.� Let's face it.� You aren't exactly strangers to each other."

Kymber nodded, understanding the reference.

Etienne continued.� "I guess what I'm trying to say is we love you very much and, speaking for both of us, we'd be happy if you'd join our little family."

This was more than the young woman could have ever hoped for!� She could feel the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.� "I don't know what to say. . .," she stammered.

Eti sat next to Kymber and held her.� "Just say� yes'," she said, lifting Kymber's chin and kissing her gently.

Kymber returned the kiss, her tongue darting into the other woman's inviting mouth.� A new feeling of fresh excitement replaced her fatigue as she allowed herself to be pressed onto the bed.� Their kisses became more intense as their hands started to explore each other's bodies.

"I've missed you," murmured Eti, her hands deftly unbuttoning Kymber's blouse to expose her firm, full breasts.� Kymber could only lay back as Eti undid the lacy material of her bra, freeing the twin globes of flesh, her nipples hardening as the cool air of the room brushed across them - only to be replaced by the warm wetness of Eti's mouth.� Kymber gasped as the other woman's tongue flicked across the turgid button of flesh.

Eti relished the feel of Kymber's nipple between her lips, savoring the salty taste of the other woman's skin, feeling her own passions stirring as she immersed herself in the sweet flesh.

The two women paused just long enough to completely shed their restrictive clothing.� Once naked, Eti gathered Kymber into her arms, nibbling on the hot redhead's delicately shaped earlobe.� As Eti's warm, moist breath sent more chills through her, Kymber busied herself with teasing Eti's large nipples until they were both quite erect and begging for more attention.

The afternoon sunlight bathed the two lovers with its warmth as the room quickly filled with the sounds of their passion.� Kymber positioned her bottom over Etienne's open mouth feeling a sharp thrill coursing through her as she felt the first probing of the other's tongue.� Eti lapped at the swelling pussy lips, her tongue parting the shock of red pubic hair covering Kymber's hidden entrance to flick teasingly across the sensitive clitoral bud, causing Kymber's knees to buckle slightly.� Giving in to the sensations offered by her lifelong friend, Kymber lowered her own mouth to Eti's dark bush to capture the large clitoris protruding prominently from between the shrouded cunt lips, feeling her own excitement increase as she captured it, feeling it grow harder as her tongue flew over the exposed head.

They sucked at each other with urgency as each remembered the little things which� pleased the other.� As Eti buried her tongue deeply into the gyrating flesh above her, she reached around and slowly inserted her slender finger into Kymber's ass while filling her dripping pussy with her thumb, smiling inwardly as she felt her friend's twin orifices spasm at the sudden invasion, causing the lust-filled woman to gasp.

Kymber ground her overheated sex onto Eti face as she went careening into her first orgasm, drenching the other woman's face with hot liquid.� "Oh, yes!� Yes!", she cried out as Eti's busy fingers coaxed another nerve shattering wave of pleasure out of her.� "Oh, take it, take it all!"

Etienne paused for a moment to catch her breath, giving Kymber the opening she was looking for to return the favor as she recaptured Eti's clit, sucking on it hard.� Her head moved furiously as she licked and nibbled at Eti's steaming flesh, causing the darker woman's hips to buck uncontrollably.

"This...� is...� oh, my...� so...� oh, good!" stammered Eti as Kymber brought her to the brink and shoved her over, the intense waves of pleasure crashing over her repeatedly.� As Eti gushed stream after stream of love juice, Kymber quickly inserted two fingers inside the orgasming woman, plunging them in and out of her just as fast as she could.� Etienne rewarded Kymber with another shower of juices, feeling them flow hotly over her hand.

Kymber rolled off an exhausted Eti, who was still trembling slightly in the aftershocks of orgasm and lay next to her, stopping along the way to suck a nipple between her lips and causing another bout of trembling.� Kymber leaned over and kissed Eti deeply.

"You don't know how much I've missed you," she whispered to Eti, who was smiling even as she drifted off to sleep.� Finding herself just as drained, Kymber snuggled up next to Etienne, thinking "It's good to be home. . . "

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It was late when Lorne returned home.� Upon entering the house, he immediately noticed how quiet it was.� Concerned, he went looking for his daughter and friend.� After checking the pool and kitchen, he went upstairs to Etienne's room - and found it empty.� The scientist scratched his head, wondering where they could have gone, since Eti's car was still in the garage.� On a hunch, he went to Kymber's room.� Peeking into the open doorway, the sight of the two naked, sleeping women greeted him.

Obviously, they had found something to do while he was gone.� Lorne found it exciting seeing them entwined together, feeling his cock begin to stir.� Sighing, he covered the sleeping beauties and left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Part III, Chapter Four

Eti woke up finding herself unable to move.� Only partially aware of her surroundings, she tried to move the weight pressing against her, a moment of panic running through her as the weight shifted against her.� Cautiously, she opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming into the room and her panic deepened.

"Where am I?" she asked herself.� "This isn't my room..."� Realization dawned on her and she looked to her right and saw Kymber dozing peacefully, her arms draped across Eti's mid-section.� The panic subsided as she recalled the events of - last night?� Clearing the last dregs of sleep from her brain, she gingerly moved Kymber's arm, causing her to stir slightly and rose from the bed to look at the clock.

"Ten in the morning," she mumbled to herself as she stretched.� "Good thing today's Saturday."� Now fully awake, Eti went to awaken her friend.� "Hey," she called gently, not wanting to startle her.� "Time to get up, lazy."� No response came from the prone beauty, so she shook her.� "Kymber?"

Kymber greeted her with a muffled grunt, so she shook her harder.� "Kymber!� Wake up!"� This time, she could hear the young woman mutter, "Yeah, yeah.� I'm up."� Satisfied, Eti left her friend's side and looked around the room, spotting the remaining unpacked baggage.� As Eti padded to the bathroom, she could hear Kymber sitting up.

"Ooh, what time is it?" asked the groggy redhead as she stood, her legs not quite ready to hold her.� "Did we sleep all night?"

"Looks like it," Eti called out over the sound of running water.� "Come on, let's get cleaned up and tell Dad the good news!"

Kymber's reflection in the mirror frowned back at her.� "News?� What... oh.� THAT news.� Eti?"

"Huh?" came the reply.

"Thanks for caring."

As Kymber entered the bathroom, Eti playfully threw a towel at her.� "We figured that, well, after all that's happened, you should be happy again."� She looked into Kymber emerald green eyes.� "Besides, we love you, Kymmie.� Now, into the shower with you!� I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes."

Watching the lithe Black woman leave the room, she couldn't shake the sudden feeling there was something different about Etienne.� Not being able to put her finger on it, she shrugged and stepped into the shower.

Part III, Chapter Five

Lorne looked up from his newspaper as Kymber and Eti bounded down the stairs.� "Well, it's about time," he said.� "I was beginning to think you two would sleep the day away.� There's coffee in the kitchen if you want it."

"Later, Dad," replied Eti.� "Kymmie said yes!"� Lorne looked from Eti, who was all smile, to Kymber who looked embarrassed but positive.

Putting the paper down, he folded his hands before speaking.� "We thought about this for a long time, Kym.� It was obvious to me just how close the two of you are.� I know how important you are to her."� Clearing his throat nervously, he continued.

"And, uh, there were my own feelings to think of."

Lorne remembered the night of the party and the months which followed, privately relishing the other time he had made love to the redheaded bombshell.

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Kymber had come by looking for Etienne one evening, a week following the now-infamous party.� Lorne remembered the mixed feelings of embarrassment and excitement as he told the incredibly beautiful young woman that Eti wasn't home.

"I don't know when she'll be back," he had said.� "Do you want to wait for her?" he added hopefully, remembering his first experience with this lovely creature.

Kymber was nervous.� "I suppose I can wait for a little while," she said, painfully aware of the feelings this man instilled in her.

The two of them sat across from each other, neither wanting to be the first to speak.� Finally, Lorne spoke.

"Well!� I haven't seen you since the party."

This caused the young woman to look up sharply, her embarrassment showing clearly as the blush spread quickly across her face.

"Ah, well, yeah.� Dr. Williams... ," she stuttered.

"Lorne, please."

"Okay, uh, Lorne.� That was really some party huh?"� Kymber was dying to tell him why she was really there.

Clearing his throat and looking around the room, Lorne nervously replied, "Sure was.� How have you been since I last saw you?"� He winced slightly, remembering the last time he saw her, he was fucking her.� Hoping to clean up his gaff, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, Kymber."

"That's all right, Doctor - uh, Lorne."� With an easiness she didn't feel, she climbed out on a metaphorical limb.� "You were really something."

Clearly flustered, Lorne said.� "Uh, yeah.� Thanks."

The room grew quiet again - you could feel the tension in the air as they tried to avoid looking at each other.

"Lorne?"

"Yes?"

"I didn't actually come over to see Eti."

"Really?� Why are you here?"

"I, um, came to see you."

Lorne shifted uncomfortably in his chair and tried to hide the erection making a tent in his pants.� The thought of making love to this young beauty again was more than he could have hoped for.� He smiled back at Kymber.

"Do I have to ask why?", he quipped, hoping they were sharing the same thoughts.

Kymber glanced back at him, her embarrassment causing her to turn a deeper shade of red.� Although he had shifted his position in the chair, she could still see the huge bulge of his erection straining against his clothing.� The damp heat between her legs made her squirm uncomfortably.

"This is stupid," Lorne thought and came to a decision.� Standing, he held out his hand to Kymber.� "I don't think we need to say anymore, do we?"

Excited further by the huskiness of his voice, Kymber shook her head and, taking his hand, allowed Lorne to lead her upstairs.� As she entered the bedroom behind him, she thought "I can't believe I'm doing this!"� Lorne interrupted any further thoughts as the handsome Black doctor's lips closed on hers, his tongue probing her mouth gently, but with an urgency which wouldn't be denied.� She inhaled his scent deeply, feeling the heat building inside her, clinging to him tightly as his lips caressed her neck.

Kymber felt herself lifted by strong arms as Lorne carried her to the bed.� He stood over her for a moment, his coffee-black eyes locked onto hers as he began to undress her.� Kymber tingled in anticipation as he removed her blouse and bra, massaging the firm flesh with his hands, before peeling away her skirt.� Clad only in sea-green silk panties, she watched as Lorne removed his shirt, absently licking her lips at the sight of his hairless chest.

Lorne undressed quickly, glad to have his swollen manhood finally free from its cloth prison, eased himself into Kymber's open arms.� Their lips met again, turning up the heat another notch.� Moving down her body, he flicked his tongue across each nipple in turn, causing the fleshy buttons to grow harder, before continuing down across her flat stomach.� Kymber's breathing was becoming faster as she felt his tongue slip under the waistband of her panties.� She reached down to remove them; Lorne stopped her.

"No, don't," he whispered, pressing her back gently.� He could feel the heat of her sex through the flimsy material as he nuzzled her mound, rubbing his face against the spreading patch of wetness there.� Her scent was musky and intoxicating as he exposed the tangle of flaming red hair, snaking his tongue between the puffy lips.� Kymber spread her long legs wider, giving him greater access to her center as he lapped the tangy, salty dewdrops from her, increasing the flames of passion which were threatening to consume her.

With a smooth motion, Lorne turned himself.� Placing one hand under her bottom and lifting her, he removed the thin material surrounding her sex.� He lifted her to his mouth and drank deeply of her essence, his tongue covering every square inch of her overheated flesh.� She began thrusting her hips against his hot mouth as he sucked her enlarged, clitoris, running his tongue in quick circles around the sensitive head.� Kymber was breathing harder and faster as he fucked his tongue inside her, feeling his invading flesh spreading her with its passage before returning to savage her clit.

As Lorne drove a pair of crossed fingers into her steaming cave, Kymber reached up, filling her hand with his throbbing erection.� She pulled the head toward her waiting mouth using her tongue to wipe the large, crystal-clear dewdrop from the slit of his cock before clamping her mouth around the bulbous head.� Lorne gasped at the new sensation and doubled his efforts, feeling the delicious heat and wetness of her mouth.

Kymber sucked on the spongy head of his shaft, enjoying the feel of it.� Working her way down the thick shaft, her tongue traced along the large veins that ran the full length of him, cupping sac feeling the delightful heaviness there.� She could feel his tongue and fingers working in concert to push her over the edge.� As she came, she ground herself against him, riding out the pleasure wave he masterfully created within her.

Lorne was having his own problems.� Between Kymber's twitching spurting love center and the maddening ache in his balls, he was beyond reason.� He slowly wiped the back of his hand across his face, wet with her copious flow and positioned himself at her entrance.

"Yes, yes!" she cried.� "Give it to me!"� She punctuated her demands by jerking her hips upwards to meet his thick shaft, giving a squeal of delight as his cock knob split her sex.� Lorne groaned in ecstasy as he slid deep into her until he felt the entrance to her womb.� Once fully impaled, he stopped, savoring the delicious tightness that surrounded him.� He could feel the tremors that ran through the stretched inner walls against his hot shaft.� Kymber's wide green eyes were wild with lust as she dug her fingers into his back.

"No!� No!� Don't stop now!" she moaned feverishly.� "Finish it...� finish me!"

Lorne withdrew until just the head remained inside her before plunging deep inside her.� Feeling crazed with lust, he filled her tightness repeatedly with long strokes that slurped obscenely with their combined juices.� He could feel Kymber bucking under him wildly as she succumbed to her second orgasm, her eyes screwed tightly shut against the onslaught of pleasure.� Unable to withstand the incredible pressure building inside his seed-filled sac, he rammed into her yielding flesh as his cock swelled inside her.

A brilliant flash of white light flashed behind his eyes as he erupted inside her, spilling his seed into her in great spurts.� Each pulse sent an intense current of pleasure through him, overloading his tortured senses as he emptied his love into Kymber. . .

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"...glad that you both feel this way.� I know I'll be very happy here." Kymber's words snapped Lorne out of his daydream.� Etienne was looking at him closely, having noticed the glazed look that fell over him a moment ago.� "What was he thinking about?" she wondered.

"Yes, well, welcome to the family!", he managed to say, his voice a little thick.� "Okay!� If there's nothing else, I've got some work to do.� I'll see you two later."

Lorne Williams left the room - a bit too quick, thought Eti.� Turning to her "sister," she asked.� "What do you want to do after we eat?", watching until she heard the patio door slide closed.� Before Kymber could answer, Eti silenced her with a finger across her lips.

"There's something we have to discuss," she whispered.

Part III, Chapter Six

"You're what!"� Kymber sat in the chair so hard her teeth clicked.� "Pregnant?� How..."� Realizing the silliness of her question, Kymber shook her head.� "Does your father know?"

Etienne had been smiling - right until that question.� Sighing, she sat on the edge of her bed.� "No," she replied.� "I haven't told him yet."� Kymber could see that Eti was having trouble deciding how and when she was going to tell her father that, well, he was going to be a father.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Oh, I don't know!� I don't know how he's going to react and, frankly, I'm afraid."

Kymber moved to sit next to her.� "Listen.� You want me to tell him?", she asked, knowing Eti would prefer to tell him herself - but also letting Eti know she didn't have to face the announcement alone.

Eti smiled.� "No - but thanks anyway.� Hey, I appreciate the offer, though."

"How far along are you?"

"As close as I can figure it, two months.� I've got an appointment to see Dr. Edwards on Tuesday and I suppose she'll tell me all the details then."

"Oh, Eti!� I'm so happy for you!"� Kymber said as she leaned over to hug the new mother-to-be.

Sighing, Etienne said, "Now the only thing I have to do is tell Dad."� Without warning, Eti began to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing!"� More giggles.� "I'm having my father's baby.� Does this mean I'm giving birth to my own brother or sister - and is he a father and grandfather, too?"� Peals of laughter erupted from Etienne and, after thinking about it, Kymber joined in the laughter.

"So, - a giggle - are you going to tell him?"

Etienne wiped the tears from her eyes.� "After dinner," she sniffed.� Regaining their composure, the two women looked at each other.� And burst out laughing...

Part III, Chapter Seven

In the yard, Lorne had just finished mowing the lawn when he heard the hysterical laughter flowing from Etienne's room.� Puzzled, he wondered what they'd found so funny - and gave up after a few moments.� He shook his head, thinking no matter how old they got, girls would always be girls.

Putting the mower away, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of lemonade, the tangy sweetness sending a rush of coolness through him as he drained and refilled the glass.� He sat at the table and pondered the situation.

On one side there's Etienne.� Though they'd been lovers for three years, it never failed to amaze him at how natural and right it felt, especially since she resembled her mother in so many ways.� It had taken him a while to get used to their incestuous relationship but he managed, remembering Eti's words to him.

"Dad, I know I could never replace Mom.� I know how much she meant to you.� Nevertheless, we have each other now and, since we have this love, things could never be wrong."

On the other side, there's Kymber.� He knew that she'd need all the love and support she could get now that Geoff was gone.� Lewdly, he thought that having two hot and desirable women around would be fun.� Just the mere thought of doing both of them had his cock stirring.

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They filled dinner with the usual small talk found at most tables - except the topics were quite different.� Kymber, having spent the afternoon unpacking and putting away stuff, was regaling Etienne with her version of the second time she and Lorne had made love.� Lorne was doing his best ostrich impression as Eti looked at him with astonishment written on her lovely visage.

"Dad," she said with mock sternness.� "You never told me about you and Kymber.� You dirty old man!"� Eti got up, taking empty plates to the sink.� "Hmpf.� Let you out of my sight for one moment and what happens?"� Kymber was doing her best not to add to Lorne's plight by laughing.

"And you, young lady," Eti said, waggling a finger at her friend.� "Once wasn't enough for you, eh?� I just don't know what to do with you!"

Lorne couldn't resist.� "You didn't say that last night, now did you?"� Kymber blushed - a dark crimson - and Eti was speechless.� "Hm," he chuckled, "Obviously not."� He ducked as a dish towel went sailing over his head and beat a hasty retreat to the living room with Eti and Kymber hot on his heels. Lorne came to an abrupt stop and threw up his hands.� "I surrender!"

Eti and Kymber took seats on the plush sofa while Lorne made himself comfortable in his favorite chair.� "So, ladies!� What's on the agenda for this evening?� Anyone up for a movie?"

The two young women exchanged looks.� "Well?" asked Kymber.� "What are you waiting for?"� Eti remained silent.

Lorne looked from one to the other before asking, "What's going on?"� In the silence which followed, he watched as Kymber was gesturing frantically in Eti's direction while the latter really looked as if she'd rather be somewhere else.

A hint of sternness crept into his voice.� "Okay, out with it.� Is there something I should know?"

"I'll say," Kymber mysteriously replied.

Etienne finally spoke.� "Dad, there's something I have to tell you."� Lorne crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.

"Dad, do you love me?"

"Of course, Peaches.� Why do you ask?"� Lorne was beginning to get the feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.

"I just wanted to know.� That's all."� Kymber rolled her eyes to look at the ceiling.

"Now, why don't I believe you?"

Kymber jumped in.� "You want me to tell him?"� Etienne shook her head vigorously.

"Tell me what?", asked Lorne, his confusion growing.

Etienne looked directly at her father.� "She wants to know if I want her to tell you... that I'm pregnant."

As if he didn't hear her, he said, "You're what?"

"Pregnant."� Eti slid closer to Kymber, who put an arm around her.

Realization hit Lorne like the proverbial ton of bricks.� "Pregnant.� Pregnant!? Oh, Lord..."

Kymber was smiling.� "Isn't it wonderful?"

Clearly rocked by this announcement, Lorne stood and began pacing the spacious room.� His emotions were running wild, sending him careening from one extreme to another at the speed of thought.

"Pregnant," he repeated absently.� He looked up.� "But, how..., I mean, your pills..."

"They didn't work," Eti supplied, her worried expression speaking volumes.

Lorne sat on the arm of the chair, his face reflecting the shock of Eti's announcement.� "I don't know what to say," he said with great uncertainty.� "I'm not sure how I feel right now," he confessed.� "This is a great moment, but..."� He turned to face his daughter.� "Honey, are you sure?"

Eti, regaining her composure, nodded.� "Yes, I'm sure.� I've got an appointment with Dr. Edwards.� I hope you're not angry with me."

"Angry?� No, Peaches!� I'm not angry.� I'm just... surprised!"� Lorne crossed to where Eti and Kymber were sitting.� Kneeling, he held Eti's hands, feeling them tremble.� "However, I can't think about that right now.� There are more important matters to discuss."

"Like how I'm going to explain being pregnant to everyone, right?"� As far as anyone knew, Eti wasn't seeing anyone socially.

"Making sure that we have a healthy baby, too."� Both Kymber and Eti nodded at this.� As a geneticist, Lorne was all too aware of the possibility of genetic defects occurring.� Over the last year, Lorne had done as much research as he could on the subject of incest.� One thing he learned was incestual pregnancies did not always produce genetic monstrosities.� He even found an incest help line on the Internet and finding their advice and support more than helpful, corresponded with them frequently to gain useful information which eventually helped them become the loving family they were now.

Kymber spoke.� "Well!� Now that it's out in the open, what can I do to help?"

Both Lorne and Etienne smiled at Kymber.� "For a start, " Eti began, "You can go with me to the doctor's office - then we can go shopping!"� As the ladies discussed their plans, Lorne stood and looked around the room, thinking of how pleasant having a baby in the house again would be.

"This calls for a celebration," he declared.� "Where should we go and what should we do?"

Part III, Chapter Eight

Etienne felt vulnerable as the speculum invaded her, wincing at the discomfort as it opened her for inspection.

"Okay, that part's done," came Dr. Edwards' voice.� "You can relax for a moment."

"You know, I really hate this," Eti said, her voice tight.� She tried to adjust her position in the stirrups to make herself as comfortable as possible.

"I know you do, dear.� Now be still.� I'll be done in a moment."� Donning a pair of gloves, Dr. Edwards began her internal exam.� After what was an eternity, Eti felt the hand withdraw, followed by the sound of gloves coming off.� She was relieved when Dr. Edwards removed the speculum, leaving her strangely empty and a bit queasy.

"Well, there's no doubt that you're going to have a baby.� Congratulations are in order.� Everything looks and feels fine."

Struggling to sit up, Etienne asked "How far along am I?"

"Oh, I'd say about three months, give or take a day or two.� We'll know more when the rest of the tests come back.� We should schedule you for an ultrasound in another few weeks."

Eti listened to the doctor's voice as she dressed while thinking there was a lot to remember when you're pregnant - appointments, vitamins, diet, exercise, the delivery date, things to do before and after...� The list was growing every day!

The doctor continued.� "You've been pretty lucky not having morning sickness, so I won't have to prescribe anything for nausea.� Are there any other questions?"

"No, I think you've answered most of them.� See you in a couple of weeks!"

After dropping Kymber off at home, Eti drove to the lab.� She couldn't help thinking about how her life was changing.� Already, she could feel the changes her body was undergoing; her breasts were fuller, heavier and much more sensitive than usual.� She thought having her father or Kymber sucking on her nipples would be quite an experience.� Eti absently patted her stomach as if confirming the presence of the bulge growing there.

She remembered the doctor's words about how her moods may rapidly change from one moment to the next because of the hormonal changes taking place inside her.� While sitting at a traffic light, she closed her eyes and could somehow sense the child growing in her womb.

As she pulled into the lab's parking complex, Etienne reminded herself that she'd have to put in for maternity leave and to leave a message with Kathy in human relations.� She allowed herself a wry grin, thinking to have a baby sure meant filing out a lot of forms!� Stepping off the elevator, Kymber and the other women she worked with greeted Eti - and the looks on their faces told her a certain green-eyed redhead had let the cat out of the bag.

As they gathered around Eti to offer their congratulations, she gave Kymber a withering stare.� Kymber smiled and shrugged.� "Sorry, Eti - I just couldn't keep it to myself!"� When everyone returned to their tasks, Eti motioned Kymber into an empty office.

"Kymmie," she began, "I'm not mad - it's just that I don't want to have to answer a lot of questions about, ahem, who the father is, if you know what I mean."� Etienne could tell by Kymber's shocked expression she hadn't thought about that.

"Oh, no!� I just forgot!"

Before the emerald-eyed beauty could start kicking herself, Eti said, "Hey!� Don't do this to yourself - no harm, no foul, okay?"� She gave her friend a quick hug.� "We'll talk about it on the way home."

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Eti was relaxing in the passenger seat as Kymber navigated through the rush hour traffic.� The reception at the office and plans for a baby shower had prompted many questions about the father of the baby.� Eti had done her best to deflect most of the questions, telling her coworkers his identity wasn't important.� Eti knew her evasiveness would spark many a rumor and, eventually, her father would hear of them.

Eti sighed, knowing her father would be concerned about these rumors - but she thought it could work to their advantage.� The people at the lab would be so busy trying to identify the mystery father that no one would suspect Lorne.

Kymber broke through her thinking.� "Eti, I'm really sorry about this.� You know I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, I know.� We have to be careful; if anyone were to find out, my God, there would be more trouble than we could ever deal with."� Kymber nodded somberly, lapsing into silence.

Secretly, she envied Etienne's condition; she had tried getting pregnant by her father - but the accident had made sure it would never happen.� Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about the last time they had made love.� Kymber had recognized how the party had changed her life.� There was the love growing inside her for Lorne Williams; the handsome Black man had awakened something within her.� Thus, Kymber had planned her visit to see him.� She had left Lorne feeling more in love with him, her craving for him momentarily sated.

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Alone in her room, she undressed and stretched out across the bed, concentrating on the feeling deep inside her, warm like a banked coal.� Her fingers went to her mound and spread her ample lips there.� A delicious tingle fluttered through her as her fingers touched the still-sensitive bud of her clitoris.� As she was about to explore further, she heard a tap at her door.� "Hi, Dad," she called out.

Geoff Levin stuck his head in.� "Hi, Kymmie - I thought I heard you come in."� Entering the room, noticing her state of undress.� "Am I interrupting something?"� Taking in her firm young body caused a stirring inside him.

"No, Dad," she answered.� "I was just laying here thinking."

"About what, Princess?"

"Lorne Williams.� I just came from his house."

"Really?� How's Eti?"

"I don't know; she wasn't there."

"Then, why..."� Geoff began, feeling a brief pang of jealousy.

"I think you know why," was the shameless reply.

"I see."� Despite his calm statement, a seed of hot passion was growing inside him as he thought about his friend and his daughter.

Kymber propped herself up on her elbows, hearing the tone of his voice.� "Oh, Daddy, please don't be upset."

"I thought that, well, after the party we, um..."

"Daddy, I love you and we've been having some great fun together, but I love him, too."

Geoff sighed as he sat next to his flame-haired daughter.� "I think I understand.� Was it worth it?"

"Daddy, he was magnificent!"� Tactfully, she added.� "He makes me feel the same way you do!"� It hadn't been hard to figure out the older Levin's feelings were stinging.� Her words worked as Geoff relaxed.� "Oh, come here!" she said, opening her arms.

Geoff fell into her warm embrace and they kissed.� He reached between them and began kneading the creamy, fleshy globes of her breasts, running his thumbs across the stiffening buds of her nipples.

"Ooooh that feels good," the younger Levin cooed, feeling the warmth spreading through her.� Her own hand had found the growing bulge in his pants and she gave it a loving squeeze.� Geoff raised himself slightly to help Kymber undo his pants, never taking his mouth from the nipple he was teasing with his teeth.

"Ah, there it is!" she exclaimed as her father's erection popped free, the head red and angry-looking as it continued to fill with his hot blood.� Geoff let out a groan of displeasure as Kymber sat up, her nipple falling from between his lips.� Bending her head to his phallus, Kymber noted while not as thick and long as Lorne's, it was just as beautiful.� She lowered her mouth to him, her tongue flicking around the knob and feeling him throb in her hand.

"Oh, baby," he moaned as she slipped more of his cock into her luscious, wet mouth.� Opening his eyes slightly, he took in the sight of Kymber's head bobbing.� As she sucked him, Kymber's thick red hair moved like flowing lava.� Her lips formed a tight seal which sent wave after wave of pleasure through him.� He reached out and grabbed her leg, signaling to her allow him some fun.

Kymber complied, lowering her now-drenched pussy onto his face.� She was still tender from her session with Lorne and it just added to her excitement.� Even the light touches of his breath were enough to drive her insane.� Geoff nuzzled his face into her hot sex, tasting the juices flowing from her.� He could taste the remnants of Lorne's seed and it excited him further as he drove his tongue into the flesh of his flesh, causing her to grind her bottom against his face.

Father and daughter sucked and licked at each other, both lost in their private pleasure.� Geoff had found Kymber's erect clit, idly thinking how small it was compared to Etienne Williams'.� He could see it protruding from its sheath, pulsing with every beat of her heart and went back to sucking it.� Gently at first, then with great urgency, he tongued her love button.� Kymber gasped at the sudden attack and lifted her mouth from him, rocking her firm ass against him while holding on to his erect member.

"Yes, yes," she hissed.� "Suck me!"� Geoff responded by increasing his speed and inserting a finger into his daughter's pussy.� "Ooh, Daddy, I'm gonna do it!"� Geoff braced himself, feeling her canal contracting against his finger.� "NO!" she screamed as her orgasm claimed her, the juice flowing from her.� She collapsed, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock against her cheek.� "Don't stop, don't stopdon'tstopdon't..."�

She lapsed into silence as the second wave flowed over her.� Geoff face was wet and abraded from the thick growth of auburn as she ground her sex into his face, cutting off his breathing for a moment.� A moment of delicious panic hit him as the young beauty continued to ride his mouth, her words inaudible with his head trapped firmly between her legs.

Realizing his plight, Kymber reluctantly removed her steaming pussy from his face.� "Sorry," she muttered as she positioned herself over his rod.� Geoff was gasping for breath as, in one swift movement, his daughter impaled herself on his maleness.

"Your turn," she said, smiling evilly.� Without giving him a chance to recover, she began riding his stiff pole, slamming down on it until their pubic bones ground together.� "Oh, yeah," she sighed, as she leaned forward to allow her father to fill her hot flesh.� The feeling of being spread open delighted her as she listened to the wet sounds their bodies were making.

"Come on, give it to me," she said.� "Give me your sperm, Daddy."

Geoff was doing his best to hold back, never wanting the moment to end.� However, she was too hot and wet, clenching her vaginal muscles against his thickness and Geoff knew he'd be unable to hold back the tide.

"Fill me with it - come on - cream me!"� Her pleas were becoming more strident as she pounded her bottom against him, her breasts jiggling crazily.

Geoff could feel his sac tighten, an almost painful sensation.� His cock grew thick inside her and the first spurts of his love began to jet from him.� "Yes!" Kymber squealed as she felt the hot sticky fluid coat her insides.� Geoff grimaced as his cock continued to pulse inside her - he had never experienced such an intense orgasm before.

Without warning, Kymber rose from him and plunged her mouth over his still-spasming tool, catching the last few spurts of cream on her tongue.� She savored the saltiness of his essence as she swallowed the pearly fluid.

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"You missed the turn."

"Huh?"� Etienne's voice had startled Kymber.� "I did what?"

She turned to find Etienne staring at her, a whimsical look on her face.� "The turn into the development.� You missed it."

"Oh, hell," she said, the embarrassment causing her to blush.� She pulled over, looked around, and made an U-turn.� "I don't know what I was thinking about," she said, more to herself than to her passenger.

Eti was smiling broadly.� "I don't know either, but it had to be something.� Are you okay?"

Her blush deepened.� "Yeah, I'm okay."� Kymber drove up the driveway in silence.� She pulled into the garage and killed the engine.

Lorne entered the garage.� "Is everything okay?" he asked.� "I saw you drive by and wondered if anything was wrong."

Eti was laughing.� "I think somebody was a million miles away, thinking nasty thoughts.� You should have seen her nipples!� They were about to tear a hole in her blouse!"

Kymber flashed Eti a "later for you" look.� "They were not!" she protested.

Lorne looked at both women, scratching his head.� "Come on inside - dinner's ready."� The two lovlies followed him, giggling.

After dinner, Lorne listening patiently as Etienne told him of her visit with Dr. Edwards.� "That's good news," he said.� "Did she ask about whom the father is?"� Concern etched his dark features.

"Not really," Eti answered.� "She was more concerned with making sure everything was fine."

As the two talked and made plans for the new arrival, Kymber was beginning to hatch a plan of her own.

Part III, Chapter Nine

Kymber gasped in delight as the thick, unyielding tool penetrated her deeply.� She looked up into the brown eyes of her lover and smiled appreciatively.� "Oh, this is too much," she said as Lorne slid deeper into her steaming snatch.� Beside her, Etienne watched intently as her father pleasured the sensuous redhead.� She sighed with contentment, feeling her father's seed trickling from her.� He had, moments earlier, taken her from behind, bringing her quickly to orgasm while flooding her with his thick, gooey spunk.� Being seven months pregnant and not wanting to do any damage, Eti found she really enjoyed being loved in this position.

Now sated, she watched as her father's thick cock was pounding Kymber.� Eti leaned over and captured a nipple, causing Kymber to moan loudly and feeling Kymber's body rocked each time Lorne thrust into her.� Kymber was thinking she'd never been loved so much in her life as the grunting, sweating man filled her pussy, spreading her wide.� An orgasm shot through her, taking her completely by surprise.� Her mouth opened, only to be filled with Eti's tongue.

As they kissed, Kymber reached out and touched the swollen curves of Eti's stomach, thinking of how sexy it felt.� Etienne broke the kiss, feeling the warm touch of Kymber's hand.� Rising, she dangled her milk-filled breast before the emerald-eyed beauty, offering her open lips a nipple.� Kymber lifted her head to it and sucked into her mouth - and was rewarded with a splash of milk, which she drank greedily.� Etienne moaned lowly as Kymber suckled her, feeling warm and loved.� She freed her nipple, hearing Kymber's groan of protest and changed her position.

Eti offered Kymber a view of her distended belly as the mother-to-be lowered her freshly fucked pussy onto her mouth.� Kymber lapped at the sperm that was still leaking from the gaping pink slash before sucking that large and lovely clit into her mouth.� Eti cooed with contentment, leaning forward to plant a wet kiss on her father's lips as he worked inside Kymber.

The three lovers moved together, filling the room with the sounds of their passion.� Eti's orgasm crashed into her senses, causing her hot juices to splash against the energetic mouth under her.� Again sated, she rolled carefully off Kymber's juice-drenched face and knelt to kiss the glistening droplets from her flushed cheeks.

Lorne's senses were near an overload at the sight before him.� He continued to plow into Kymber's snatch with stuttering strokes as he approached the climax.� He let out a groan as he felt his cock swell inside the tight, hot woman, his seed spilling into her copiously.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as jet after jet of pearly spunk flowed from him, painting Kymber vaginal walls with love.� Feeling the spasming maleness inside her, Kymber clamped down on his tool with her vaginal muscles - as Eti suggested - wringing another cry of pleasure from Lorne, who was beginning to grow soft inside her.

Drained, Lorne withdrew and flopped down between the two women.� "I am truly blessed," he said as they snuggled next to him.� Exhausted, Lorne and Eti drifted off into a blissful sleep, but Kymber remained awake, nestled in the comforting embrace of Lorne's arm.

"This should do it," she thought, feeling Lorne's seed trickling from her.� For a moment, she felt guilty; she had deliberately stopped taking her birth control pills some time ago, finally succumbing to the twinge of jealousy she experienced whenever she looked at Etienne.� Guilt was joined by its cousin, Selfishness, causing Kymber to shiver slightly.� She wanted to share in the obvious joy Etienne was experiencing in her pregnancy.

Not that Lorne was focusing solely on his pregnant daughter; he would consistently shower both of them with equal attention and love.� Kymber wanted to show her love in another way, however.� So far, Lorne had given her more than she could ever hope for:� love, security, tenderness and, oh, yes, plenty of hot, delicious sex.� Now she wanted to give him something in return.

She looked across the expanse of Lorne's chest to her friend, sister, and lover.� Kymber had at first been reluctant to reveal her plan to Etienne, fearing that the other would react badly.� It surprised Kymber when Eti agreed that it would be the perfect gift for Kymber to give him.

"It would make you happier, wouldn't it?" Eti had asked while secretly wondering what had taken Kymber so long in deciding to have her father's baby.

"I look at you every day, see your happiness, and want it for myself, too."� Kymber looked into her friend's hazel eyes.� "If I'm being selfish, I'm sorry."� She shook her head, causing her thick red mane to cascade across her shoulders.

Eti had reached out and toyed with the flame-red ringlets.� "No, Kymmie, I don't think you're being selfish.� You love him just as much as I do."

Lorne's gentle snoring brought Kymber to the here and now.� Silently, she prayed that after all the times they'd made love, this would be the time which would allow her to present the man she loved with the fruits of her womb.� She remembered her frustration as month after month, her cycle would start, signaling that her efforts had, so far, failed.� Eti and Kymber planned this night of love, both women knowing that Kymber next cycle was due to begin within the next couple of days.� Kymber drifted off to sleep, her last thought being one of hope for the future.

Part III, Chapter Ten

"Hurry up, will you?", said Eti, going into Kymber's bathroom. �Kymber was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking sad as she held the tray of the home test.� Immediately, Etienne's heart fell.� They had both been certain Kymber had conceived, especially since Kymber was now a week late.

"Oh, babe," she said as she eased her bulky form next to Kymber.� "I'm sorry.� This is two months in a row!"

Kymber looked up, locking her jade-hewed gaze onto Eti's.� The lovely redhead broke into a wide smile.� "You may be sorry, but I'm not!" she said, triumph clearly in her voice as she held up the results.� Bright blue.� Pregnant.

"You tricked me!", Eti scolded, playfully punching Kymber in the arm.

Kymber stood, placing the test on the sink, turning to help Eti stand.� "Come on, chubby, let's go tell him the good news!"

"Chubby?� Who are you calling chubby?" asked Etienne.� She knew that her time was coming soon as she looked in the mirror as she passed.� Her breasts were so full and heavy, as was her belly.� For months, she'd felt the baby moving around inside her, not knowing if it was a boy or girl.� Dr. Edwards had offered to tell her, of course, but she had declined, not really wanting to know until she delivered.

So far, there were no signs of any abnormalities, something that had concerned all three of them.� During one examination, Eti had aroused Dr. Edwards' suspicions with her nervousness.

"Why are you so concerned?� I've told you that everything is going well," the woman had asked her.� Realizing her mistake, Eti had explained that the baby's father was diabetic and she was naturally concerned if it was causing any problems for the baby.� The doctor looked back at her skeptically but said nothing.

Lorne had just come in.� Wearily, he tossed his jacket on the back of the chair.� "Hi, everyone!" he called out.� Kymber was watching Eti descend the staircase, making sure she didn't fall when she stopped abruptly, a look of utter surprise crossing her features.

"Uh, oh."� Eti's voice was tight with pain.� "Something's happening!"� Kymber and Lorne ran to her as she gingerly sat.� Another contraction hit her, feeling like someone had taken her insides and twisted them.� "It's time."

Kymber and Lorne looked at each other for a long moment, before erupting into a flurry of activity.

"Kymber, go up and grab her bag - then call Dr. Edwards!" Lorne instructed as he ran toward the garage.

"Right!� On my way!", she responded stepping carefully around Eti before bolting up the stairs, returning with the overnight bag.

Eti was trying to stand.� "Oh, no, you don't!", cried Kymber, grabbing her friend's arm and guiding her to the chair.� "Try to relax - and don't forget to breathe!"� She dialed Dr. Edwards' number.� "Hello?� Yes.� Dr. Edwards please; it's an emergency!"� As she waited for the doctor to come on line, Kymber patted her foot impatiently.

"Hello, Dr. Edwards?� This is Kymber Levin, a friend of Etienne Williams.� Huh?� Yes, she's having contractions. . . hold on."� She covered the mouthpiece and asked Eti, "How far apart?"� Pain cut Eti's reply short as another contraction wracked her body.� Gasping for breath, Eti held up five fingers.

"About five minutes apart!" she said.� "Okay..., okay...,� right.� We're on our way!"� Kymber was hanging up the phone as Lorne burst through the front door.

"The car's out front!� What did the doctor say?"� Lorne was excited, breathing hard.

"She'll meet us at the hospital," answered Kymber, all thoughts of telling Lorne her news temporarily forgotten.� After retrieving Etienne's bag from her room, they managed to get Eti into the car, having to stop every couple of steps as another white-hot bolt of pain made its presence felt.� Finally, they got underway for the hospital.� Kymber drove while Lorne tried to comfort Eti.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried.� "It hurts so badly!"� Lorne was helpless, not really knowing what to say.

"Hang in there, Peaches," looking out the windshield.� "Kymber will have us there in a couple of minutes."

Etienne smiled weakly at her father and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.� Bravely, she said, "Hey, stop worrying.� You'll do just fine!"

That got a wry smile from Lorne.� "I'm proud of you and I love you very much," he said.� He felt the car suddenly decelerate.� Looking up, he saw that they were at the hospital; Kymber had already shut off the engine and was heading for the entrance, waving frantically at someone wearing a white coat.

As Lorne began the arduous task of helping Eti from the car, he could see Kymber pointing in his direction and the white-coat's reaction, grabbing a nearby wheelchair and running toward them.

"Help is on the way, Peaches," he said, stepping aside for the orderly.� A pair of nurses had arrived with Kymber and immediately took charge of the situation.� Placing a groaning Eti into the chair, the orderly and one nurse hustled her off, while the remaining nurse sidled up to him.

"Are you the father?"� Taking him by the arm, the nurse continued.� "We have to get some information while we get things ready."

Lorne nodded numbly, not noticing the warning look Kymber was giving him, as the nurse guided him through the maze of curious onlookers.

Kymber followed, wanting to get to Lorne before he said something that would get him into trouble, catching up with him as he sat at the nurse's station answering questions.� She skidded to a halt just as the nurse was again asking, "You're the father, right?"� Lorne's mouth opened to speak and Kymber jabbed him in the back with a finger, her eyes flashing.� Confused, Lorne looked at Kymber then back at the nurse, realization dawning on him.

"Well, I'm her father," he finally said, stressing the 'her' in his answer.� The nurse, not understanding what was going on, shrugged before returning to filling out the form.

"Okay.� We can get the rest of this later; right now, we need to get you scrubbed and into a gown."� As he was whisked away, Lorne looked back at Kymber helplessly.

Part III, Chapter Eleven

Eti looked around the cold, sterile room, watching the busy, yet controlled activity taking place around her.� She was tired with the effort of breathing and dealing with the pain which stabbed at her with increased frequency.

"Hi, there!� How are we doing?"� Eti turned her head slowly, looking up at the masked face of Dr. Edwards.

"You're just a tad bit early, but that's okay.� Now, I want you to relax as much as you can - we've got some work ahead of us."

Eti closed her eyes, feeling a little more confident knowing that the doctor was there.� She grimaced, feeling unusually full.� Another intense pain ripped through her, causing her breath to catch in her chest.� Simultaneously, she was dimly aware of an incredible wet feeling that suddenly appeared between her legs.

"Water's broken," a disembodied voice was saying.

Etienne was scared, feeling alone and helpless.� She could feel the tears beginning to gather in her eyes when a strong hand took hers.� Blinking away the blinding fluids, she looked up into her father's eyes.� Although the mask hid his lower face, she could tell he was smiling.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"So far, so good."� Eti knew that she could really relax now - the man she loved was with her.� "You look like a doctor."

Lorne laughed softly.� "I am a doctor, remember?"� Eti grinned sheepishly despite the now constant contractions.� "That's okay - you've got enough to worry about.� Just relax."� Lorne said as they motioned him to one side as they continued to get Etienne ready.

"Oh, God!"� Eti screamed, the pain causing her to grip her father's hand with an incredible strength, so tight Lorne winced with his own pain.� Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Lorne heard Dr. Edwards' calm voice announce to the room they were ready to begin.

"Okay, Etienne.� I know you want to push and I know it really hurts.� However, you can't push yet, understand?"

Eti nodded.� A contraction, more intense pain, followed by a split second of labored breathing...

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Kymber paced the waiting room for what might be the millionth time.� Glancing at the clock, she realized only twenty minutes had gone by since their arrival.� Many things were running around in her mind, concern for Eti being the foremost.� Then there was a spot reserved for Lorne, who was probably at his wit's end - it had been a very long time since he had attended a delivery.� Finally, she had to think, in a little over eight months from now, she would be in Etienne's place.

A frown crossed her face as she thought for the first time if she could be brave enough to endure the pain; most of all, she had her initial thoughts about whether or not she really had what it took to be a mother.� Taking another glance at the clock, she dismissed the negative thoughts, knowing that Eti would need all the positive support she could get.

Part III, Chapter Twelve

Perspiration ran freely down Etienne's face as she fought against the pain of childbirth.� Through the haze of agony draped over her, she was dimly aware of the voice around her:� Her father offering words of encouragement along with the maddening instructions to breathe - he should try breathing under these conditions!� Also in the background was Dr. Edwards' voice, sounding for all the worlds like a play-by-play announcer as she called out Eti's progress to anyone who cared to listen.

"She's crowning," an unseen voice said as Eti struggled to catch her breath.� She was so tired, so very tired.� For the last hundred years, she'd been pushing and breathing, wishing that whatever was going to happen would hurry up.

"Okay, Eti, Lorne - this is it!", came Dr. Edwards' calm voice.� "Give it all you've got and...� PUSH!"

Taking what felt to be her last deep breath, she pushed, the effort contorting her face.

"OH, DAMN!" she screamed as the baby's passing stretched her beyond anything she'd ever experienced.� The curtain of darkness, once only hovering above her, was beginning to fall upon her.

"Good!� Good!" exclaimed Dr. Edwards.� "The head is clear, here come the shoulders...� That's it!"

Just on the verge of passing out, Eti was aware of a great feeling of emptiness as she heard the first cries of her child - and another sound she couldn't identify.� Opening her eyes, she tried to look around but found she couldn't focus on anything.

"Clamp."� A sound of metal hitting rubber, following by a clicking sound.� "Metzenbaum's."

Tears of exhaustion flowed freely from her as Dr. Edwards came into her view.� "Congratulations, Eti!� It's a girl!", handing the blanket-wrapped newborn into her arms.� Etienne looked into the tiny face as the tears continued to fall.

"Dad, look!", she called.� "She's beautiful!"� Looking up and to her right for her father, she saw that he wasn't there!� She felt a pang of disappointment.� Surely, he couldn't have left!� Her voice was dry and crackling as she asked the room in general, "Where's my father?"

A nurse came and took the baby from her.� "Oh, he'll be okay.� He just fainted.� Men!"

Having removed the afterbirth and cleaned her up, they were rolling Eti to the recovery room.� As the stretcher was passing through the door, Eti caught a glance of her daughter being whisked away in a bassinet - and her father sitting in a chair holding his head, while a green-garbed person waved something under his nose.

*�� *�� *

Lorne had gotten over his initial worry and nervousness as he coached his laboring daughter through the delivery.� The two of them had gotten into a pattern:� When Eti had to push, Lorne would call out words of encouragement; when she relaxed, he would talk her through her breathing.� Upon hearing the announcement of the head appearing, he looked up at the mirror suspended over the table - just in time to see the baby emerge, all red and covered with goo.� Between the sight of his child being born and Eti's cry of pain, it was too much for him.� The room suddenly tilted 90 degrees and he was having one hell of a time trying to breathe.� Alarmed, he tried to stand...

And found himself looking up at a sea of green-masked faces.� "What happened," he thought?� "Why am I lying on the floor?"� Confused, he allowed himself to be helped off the floor and seated on a stool.� His head hurt and he felt weird.� He was aware of a snapping sound, followed by an eye-watering, breath-stopping smell as someone passed an ammonia capsule under his nose.� Someone grabbed his hands as he tried to ward off the hideous, acrid smell as his mind snapped back into focus.

"Dr. Williams?� How do you feel?"

Blinking back the ammonia-induced tears, he said, "I'm okay, I think."� Experimentally, he took in a deep breath of the chilled air in the room, noting how sweet it tasted.� "Yeah, I'm fine now.� Where's my daughter?"

Since he was okay, the nurse tossed the spent capsule into a trash bin.� "Your daughter and granddaughter are both fine.� They're both in recovery.� You can see them in about 20 minutes." His legs still a little wobbly, Lorne headed into the scrub room, where a nurse helped him out of his sweat stained gown, cap and mask.

*�� *�� *

"Kymber!"

At the sound of her name, Kymber looked up and saw Lorne crossing the room toward her.� As he came closer, she could see that his face was ashen and he was walking with a little difficulty.

"Are you all right?", she asked.

"Huh?� Oh, yeah, I'm okay."

Kymber bit back her impatience as Lorne eased himself next to her.� "Well?"

Lorne looked at her, giving her a tired smile.� "It's a girl.� Mother and child are doing quite well.� They tell me we can see them in a little while."

"Oh!� I'm so happy!"� As she reached over to hug Lorne, her nose wrinkled.� "Ugh!� What's that smell?"

Lorne sniffed and replied, "Ammonia.� Seems like I fainted."� Kymber suppressed a giggle.� "Come on, let's go see the new mommy!"

Part III, Chapter Thirteen

Etienne was sleeping when they entered the room.� Not wanting to disturb her, they crossed to the large window that overlooked the nursery adjoining the room.� Wrapped in lightweight - yet warm - pink blankets, the recently born little girl dozed, her face alternating between tiny smiles and frowning.

Lorne took note of the coal-black thatch of hair atop her delicate features, bringing back memories of the first time he'd seen Etienne.� Kymber had been peeking around him to look at her "baby sister," when she tapped Lorne on the arm.

"Look," she said, pointing at a little card taped at the foot of the bassinet.

Lorne blinked back a sudden rush of tears as he read the name scrawled on the card:� 'Eleanor Darien Williams'.� Apparently, Etienne had named the baby before falling asleep - and had named her new daughter after her late mother.� He swallowed hard, trying to displace the lump which had appeared there.

Quietly, Kymber asked, "It was your wife's name, wasn't it?"� Lorne could only nod as he wrapped an arm around her.� Lost in their own thoughts, they stood silently.

A rustle caught Lorne's attention and he turned, finding Etienne awake and yawning.� He went to her side, noting that she still looked tired and worn and seeing a peaceful glow in her face.

"You've seen her?", she asked, stifling another yawn.� "I named her after Mom - I hope you don't mind."� Lorne hugged her, feeling a tear trickle down his cheek.

"She's beautiful and, no, I don't mind at all.� You did well and I'm so proud of you."� Kymber joined father and daughter, taking her place in the joyful embrace and planting a loving kiss on Eti's cheek.

"She's going to break some hearts, that's for sure," she said.� A playful glint flashing in her eyes, she said "It's a good thing she doesn't look like her father!", causing Lorne to shoot her a warning glance.

Extricating herself from their embrace, Eti stretched.� Now fully awake, she turned to look at Kymber.� "Did you tell him?"

Kymber sat up, suddenly quiet as she looked at her hands.� "No."

"Why not?"

Avoiding Eti's intense stare, Kymber looked out the window at the lazily floating clouds.� "Well, there were other important things to deal with, you know."

During this exchange, Lorne looked from one woman to the other.� "Tell me what?", he asked.� Exhausted from his ordeal in the delivery room and still weak from having passed out, Lorne really wasn't in the mood for cryptic conversation.

Eti gave Kymber a taste of her own medicine.� "You gonna tell him or should I?", clearly enjoying her friend's discomfort.

Kymber knew when to give up.� She stood and walked around the bed to where Lorne was sitting.� Taking his hand as she sat beside him, she locked her green eyes on his chocolate-brown ones.� "Like Eti says, I have something to tell you."

"What!?", he said, barely able to contain his frustration.

Kymber flinched at the sharp tone, but didn't take her eyes from his.� "Well, it's just, um..." Her hesitancy made Lorne stand.

"Will someone tell me what's going on here," he exclaimed?

Eti was grinning from ear to ear.

"What's so funny?"

Gathering her courage, Kymber finally ended the mystery.� "You're gonna have to go through this again," she blurted.

For a moment which seemed frozen in time, Lorne wore a blank look of not understanding.� Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened slightly.� "Again?� You mean... ," Lorne sat in the chair next to the bed.

"Yep, I'm pregnant."� Kymber waited for something to happen.� She turned to look at Etienne, who was drifting off to sleep again.� "I think he's..." she began, but a loud thump interrupted her before she could finish, startling Eti awake.

"What the hell?" they asked together, looking down at the prone form of Lorne Williams.

"He fainted.� Again."� Etienne reached for the call button and pressed it.� Kymber rolled her eyes.� "I guess he couldn't handle any more good news," she said, smiling.

As the nurse who'd arrived at Eti's summons attended to Lorne, Kymber looked at Eti and said, "Things are going to get interesting around the house now..."

Part III, Chapter Fourteen

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.� One moment, fullness, the next, emptiness.� Ellie Williams experienced all these sensations as the hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.� She held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.� Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing, adding their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Ellie sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.� The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation through her to be added to those already present.� The woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

She could feel him growing thicker, his strokes coming harder and faster and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her release claimed her, flooding his tool with her sweet juices.� The man's face was drenched with a sweat as his own orgasm caught up with him, growling low in his throat as spurt after spurt of semen flowed into the warm dampness of her body.

Ellie could feel him soften just a bit as he continued to move against her body, his strokes not as urgent now.� Breathing a sigh of contentment, she wrapped her arms around his strong upper body, hugging him close as they basked in the afterglow of sex.

"Ellie?� Devon?� Where are you?"

Another sigh, this one filled with a tinge of frustration.� "I guess we'd better answer her, huh?", she asked her lover as he rolled from her.

"Yeah - you know how your mother gets when she thinks we're ignoring her."� The man rose from the bed, giving Ellie a good look at his body.� She smiled in appreciation at the firm buttocks that flowed into his strong legs.� As he stepped into a pair of cutoff jeans, she got a glimpse of his manhood, still semi-erect and glistening with their combined juices.

"Come on, El!" her half-brother Devon said.� "We'd better not keep her waiting."

"Oh, all right," she said grumpily.� As she was getting dressed, Ellie heard a knock on the door.

"Ellie, are you and Devon in there?"

"Yeah, Mom," she answered, tying the shirttails of her shirt into a loose knot that left her trim stomach exposed.� "Come on in."

Etienne stepped through the doorway and took in the scene before her.� "I hope I didn't interrupt anything," she said while taking note of the rumpled bedding.� Ellie's embarrassed look told her she had.

Devon walked out of the small bathroom that connected his room with Ellie's.� "Hi, Mom," he said.� He walked over to her and wrapped strong arms around her while placing a wet kiss on her mouth.� Eti felt a surge of excitement swiftly arc through her as his tongue flicked quickly into her mouth.

"What's up?"

Shaking off the warm feeling the embrace imparted to her, she straightened her blouse before saying, "Your father and mother," nodding at Devon, "Will be here shortly and I thought you'd like to welcome them home - with your clothes on."

The two teenagers looked back at her with almost identical guilty looks.� Ellie, fair-skinned like Etienne, cast hazel-colored eyes at her mother while Devon, lighter than Ellie but darker than Kymber, looked around the room, the unusual brown/green color of his eyes giving him a haunting look.� Both children bore characteristics from their shared father as suggested by their high cheekbones.

Devon shook his head of reddish-brown hair.� "It's Ellie's fault," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

"Me?," exclaimed his half-sister, turning her head so fast that her long black hair wrapped itself around her mouth.� Removing the ebony strands from her mouth, she said, "How did it get to be my fault?"

"You looked so good.� I just had to have you!"� Ellie rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Okay kids, play nice," Etienne said, cutting off any further "protests."� She turned at the sound of the front door opening.� "They're here!� Okay, let's go!"

As the trio descended the stairs, Lorne and Kymber were coming through the door, their hands full of luggage.� Devon skipped around the two women to help his parents.� "Here, let me get that, Dad," taking the larger of the bags.� Once inside, the elder Williams gratefully plopped into his favorite chair.� Kymber joined him, sitting on one arm of the chair while Eti occupied the other.� As he wrapped an arm around each woman, he took stock of his life right now.

At his right sat his daughter and mother of their daughter - Lorne had to smile every time these thoughts entered his mind because you could go crazy trying to keep straight.� At his left sat the mother of his only son and, for the last year, his wife.� Sure, there was a major difference in their ages; he was now 59 and Kymber 35 - but what did it matter when you loved each other?

He had been hesitant about marrying Kymber - after all, they had been in their current relationship for years without being married and it hadn't affected their happiness, so he didn't see any reason to change things.� Kymber had been just as happy.� Etienne, on the other hand, felt it necessary, if for no other reason than to maintain a presence of moral "rightness" to the outside world.

Lorne looked at his two children making themselves comfortable on the sofa.� Since being born, Ellie and Devon had known nothing but love.� Under the careful guidance of the trio of parents, they quickly and easily accepted the incestuous nature of their family life.

"Especially Ellie," Lorne thought to himself as he remembered Ellie's surprising impatience in wanting to get her hands - and mouth - on her brother.� Devon, on the other hand, was like most boys in his early years, having a great disdain for the opposite sex.� As he remembered a particular incident involving the siblings, he laughed out loud, drawing confused looks from his assembled family.

"What's so funny?", asked Ellie, noting that her father happened to be looking at her when he started laughing.

"Oh, nothing," he said.� "I was just thinking about the time you took advantage of Devon."

The object of their discussion blushed as everyone else remembered that historic moment.

Part III, Chapter Fifteen

Ellie had been feeling pretty uncomfortable the last couple of hours.� For reasons she didn't understand, she was having a hard time concentrating on her homework and an even harder time sitting still, both unusual for her.� The answer to the simple math problem continued to evade her, increasing her frustration.� Tossing her pencil aside, she crossed the room to look out of her window.

As she contemplated the clouds in the late Saturday afternoon skies, she heard a noise coming from the bathroom she shared with her brother.� Grateful for the distraction, she went to the bathroom and stuck her head through the door.

Her 13-year-old brother Devon was peeling off his dirt-covered jersey, revealing his slim, muscular body.� Though she was older by nine months, you couldn't tell by looking at him.� His involvement in sports, particularly soccer, was doing a great job of toning and firming his body.

"Hi, Dev," she called out.� "How was the game?"

Devon tossed the jersey into the hamper and answered, "Not bad, El.� We lost three to two, but it was a good game."

He began to pull off the equally dirty shorts and socks, stopping to start the water running in the shower.� He turned and looked at his sister.� "What have you been up to?", not in the least bit self-conscious about standing in front of his sister clad only in an athletic supporter which, Ellie noted, didn't do much to hide the impressive bulge of his still-developing maleness.

"Not much, just trying to get my homework done."

"I know; I've still got mine to do," he said stepping into the shower.� They talked while he showered, stopping only to hand him the shampoo, As she passed the bottle through the slit in the curtain, she got a good look at his body.� The sight of the rivulets of water flowing off his young frame increased her discomfort by a factor of two.� She felt a heat building inside her, accompanied by a spreading dampness between her shapely legs.

"So this is what it feels like to be horny!" she thought, remembering a conversation she had with her mother and aunt.� Ellie was so caught up in this revelation that she never heard the water shut off.

"El?"

The sound of his voice startled her.� "Huh?"

"I said, hand me a towel, will you?", he repeated, stepping from the shower.

Ellie couldn't take her eyes off his delicious-looking body.� Reaching behind her, she grabbed a blue towel, embroidered with a stylized "W" - and knocked over the container of shampoo, its contents dripping from the dislodged cap.

Slightly annoyed, Devon took the towel from her.� "What's with you?� You're suddenly very clumsy."

Ellie ignored the jibe and tried to focus her attention on cleaning up the spilled liquid.� Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped up the thick, pearly liquid.� Looking up to deposit the tissue in the wastebasket, she noticed the sensual way Devon dried himself...

Ellie blinked.� Sensual?� Where did that come from?� The heat inside her had reached inferno proportions.� She was also aware of her skin tingling and, of course, the ever present wetness between her legs.

Devon finished drying himself and looked toward his sister, wondering if something was wrong. �Normally graceful, she was having a hard time standing up normally graceful, it seemed to him.� Shrugging, he placed the towel around his neck and padded off into his room.� Forgetting his comb, he came to an abrupt halt.

Ellie walked right into him!

"Hey!" he said, spinning around to face his sister.� About to ask what her problem was, he stopped and took a closer look at his sibling.� Ellie was staring at him, her eyes glazed.� To his untrained eyes, she looked feverish - maybe she was sick or something?

"Did you want something, Sis?" he offered helpfully, not even realizing that he'd just opened a door for her.

Ellie was dimly aware of his question, her eyes focused on the fleshy tube of flesh which hung between his legs.� Absently, she licked her lips as the strange new feelings invaded every pore of her being.� Somewhere deep inside, a door opened; visions of untold pleasures tugged at her, their siren song beckoning her to pass through.� Without a moment of hesitation, she entered.

"Sis?"� Devon was really beginning to get worried.� He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders and saw she was shivering.� He gently cupped her face in his hands and looked into her hazel eyes.� Although a light sheen of perspiration covered her skin, she felt cool to his touch.� Confused, he said, "I'd better call Mom - she'll know what to do!"

As he turned to pick up the phone, Ellie stopped him, grabbing his hands with a grip that surprised him.� "Devon, you don't have to call anyone; I think this is something you can take care of."

Startled by the suddenly sultry voice, he took a nervous step backwards as a voice inside him told him that something was about to happen.� As he retreated, he tripped over the cleated shoe he had discarded a few minutes ago.� He fell.� Ellie, still holding his hand, fell with him and brother and sister ended in a heap on the deep pile of the carpet.

Devon hit the floor hard; his sister's weight driving the air out of him as she landed on top of him, the room spinning crazily as he tried to catch his breath.� When opened his eyes, it surprised him to find himself nose-to-nose with his sister, who was examining him closely.

"W-what are you... ?", he stammered as Ellie cut off his sentence, placing her hot mouth on his.� His lips parted in surprise, allowing her tongue to snake between them.� Devon was aware of the sounds of heaving breathing, mixed with a scent he didn't recognize.

Just a little past forever, Ellie broke the kiss, her passion now coursing through her unimpeded.� She sat astride him, grinding her hips against the bulge of manhood to relieve the insistent itch between her legs.� She looked into her brother's eyes and saw the mixed fear and excitement in them as she slid her hands over his smooth chest.

Devon took that moment to collect his thoughts.� His own body tingled in response to Ellie's touch, feeling the hard, hot shaft of flesh rubbing against the rough material of Ellie's shorts.� He tried to sit up, only to have Ellie push him back down.� As Ellie leaned forward, her breasts pressing into him, he could feel the heat of her body.� Devon heard his hot sister moan as she ran her tongue under his jaw line, pausing at the spot just behind his left ear.

Although their father told him this time would come, nothing he had learned prepared him for the intoxicating sensations he was feeling.

Ellie's kisses on his neck and ears were tentative; she knew what to do, having learned from her mother and aunt, but knowing and doing is two different things.� As her passion grew, she found it harder to concentrate on those things the older women had shown, finally letting instinct take over.� Her tongue left a wet trail down the right side of his neck until she reached his nipple, which she teased by flicking her tongue over the sensitive surface.� She felt her young brother shiver and it encouraged her.� Breathing heavily, she kissed her way down his flat tummy until his erection, bobbing wildly with every heartbeat, tapped her gently under her chin.

"Ellie, no..." Devon's protests were weak.

"Shhh," she whispered, taking his cock gently in her hands.� Ellie examined the beautifully shaped knob as it sat atop the moderately-thick shaft, smiling when a large, clear drop of dew appeared at the tiny slit.� Slowly, she extended her tongue and allowed the droplet slide onto it.

Devon felt paralyzed as he watched his sister's tongue disappear into her mouth as she tasted him, her eyes closing.� His once-dormant passion was now alive, growing with each passing second.

"Mmmmm," Ellie moaned before drawing her hand upwards along the silky smooth staff.� Another drop appeared - and quickly disappeared as she lowered her mouth onto him.� Too much too fast, she gagged for a moment and backed off until just the head remained.� Ellie's tongue gained a mind of its own as it swirled around the ridges of the darkening head.

Brightly colored lights exploded in Devon's head as his sister suckled him.� "Ah, ah," he moaned as Ellie's head bobbed over him.� His eyes flew open as he became aware of a powerful sensation that seemed to originate from his toes.� Dimly, he knew it was related to the feeling he'd experience when he masturbated - but this was 100 times stronger.� A heartbeat - and the sun exploded into a nova inside his head.

Ellie was in heaven, gobbling her brother's shaft with increasing confidence, when she felt him stiffen and swell.� His body, which had been thrashing wildly, went completely rigid.� She heard his breath catch sharply - then Devon filled her mouth with a warm, sticky syrup.� Reflex made her jerk her head back as the last spurts of his seed flowed from him, collecting in a creamy pool.

Devon was drowning in an ocean of intense feelings.� He lifted his head in time to see Ellie's tongue licking the last drops of goo from full lips.

"I... don't...� feel so good."� Devon was a jumble of conflicting nerve impulses as he tried to speak.� His throat was horribly dry and there was something wrong with his vision.� As he tried to collect himself, he saw twin sisters removing their last piece of clothing.

As Ellie's bra joined the rest of her clothing, she noted that her baby brother was still quite hard and moved to position her virgin pussy above the instrument of her deflowering.� She shivered in anticipation, remembering the warnings given to her by her mother.� "It will hurt at first," a voice whispered, "but it will pass."� She grabbed the sperm-slick shaft and rubbed it experimentally along her slit.� As the head passed across her clit, a wondrous� sensation flowed through her, making her knees buckle slightly.� Using her free hand to steady herself, Ellie rubbed the knob of his cock over her clit again, relishing the chills the action sent through her.

As his cock-head passed through the soft, dark strands of her pussy, the sensation sent electric shocks through him, causing him to arch his back.� Another pass and his hips left the floor on their own accord...

...and the knob of his sex disappeared inside Ellie, stopping at her maidenhead.� Ellie felt weak at that initial contact.� Gathering her courage, she took a deep breath and sat hard on her brother's cock.� A white-hot bolt of exquisite pain exploded through her as her hymen tore, followed by the soothing warmth as her brother's rod imbedded itself inside her.

"Oh, God!", she cried as the warmth spread throughout her overheated flesh, causing her nipples to get harder.

Devon felt the incredible tightness of his sister's sheath, knowing all the lessons he learned were becoming real.� Between the oral loving and rupturing Ellie's cherry, his cock was very sensitive - a little too sensitive, he learned as the tingling feeling returned.� His sac tightened in preparation to unload its precious cargo.

Ellie could feel his rod growing larger inside her and, rocking her backside slightly, she felt his seed splash inside her, luxuriating in the hot stickiness of it as it coated her.� She sighed in contentment; Ellie knowing she could now recognize being horny and, just as important, what to do about it!� She leaned forward and planted wet, loving kisses on Devon's lips.

"You okay?" she asked, with genuine concern.� Devon nodded, still feeling the mind-numbing after effects of orgasm.

"Well, now!� What do we have here?"

Still joined and leaking steamy juices, brother and sister turned toward the new voice - and found their parents standing just inside the room with looks of amusement and love on their collective faces.

Lorne looked at the two young lovers before turning his attention to Eti and Kymber.� "Looks like someone couldn't wait until we had our little talk this evening, eh?"

Ellie climbed off Devon's prone form, his member exiting her with an obscene sucking sound before coming to rest against his stomach.� Surprisingly, there wasn't a trace of the blood her mother told her might be present.� She reached down, offering Devon her hand and helped him stand before crossing to the still-smiling adults.

"How long were you standing there?", she asked.

Eti looked at her daughter and found it hard to hide the smile threatening to take over her features.� "Long enough," she said.

"We saw everything after he spilled into your mouth," added Kymber. "Impressive."

Devon came out of the bathroom after cleansing himself of the fruits of their love.� "I suppose you were going to tell us not to, ah, explore the possibilities with each other."

"On the contrary, son," responded Lorne.� "We were going to ask why you hadn't and remind you there's no shame in expressing your love for each other in this manner."� He chuckled.� "But it looks like you figured that one out already!"

Ellie returned from cleaning up just in time to hear her father's last words.� "So, it really is okay?", she asked hopefully.

Kymber took up the question.� "Sure it is honey!� In fact, since you've gotten this far, things will be much better!"

Parents and children stood looking at each other before coming together for a big, love-filled hug.

Part III, Chapter Sixteen

Devon stretched out across the bed, lost in thought.� He pondered how his life had changed, especially since coming to terms with the incestuous relationship he shared with the rest of his family.

Not that he thought there was anything wrong with the way they were living, mind you.� Compared to the way some of his friends at school lived, he had it made.� His parents were understanding, supportive and loving.� Sure, they had their moments - what family with teenagers didn't?� However, he had learned the love they shared with each other made those situations far and few between.

Devon thought about his relationship with Ellie, whom he saw as more than just his sister - they'd always been friends and were energetic lovers.� A smile spread across his face as he thought about all the times they had made love.

He more than understood the relationship between Lorne, Kymber and Etienne; again, he saw nothing wrong with the situation, being taught that love is love.� Nodding to himself, he remembered his aunt telling him it made sense:� those people closest to them should love people as completely as possible - and that it shouldn't have limitations placed on it.

There was something on his mind, though.� For the last year or so, he had been dying to put all the theories he'd learned over the years to the test.� Not being as outgoing as his sister, Devon often balked at approaching his mother and/or aunt and asking to make love with them - and it wasn't because they would reject him.

What concerned the young man was his feeling of not being equal to the task when it came down to making love with the older women.� He frowned, knowing that it didn't matter if he were good or not; just being able to show his love for them was proof enough.� "What am I afraid of?" he asked himself.� "Man.� You couldn't have it any better than this!"

Thinking that perhaps he should ask Ellie's advice on this one, he crossed the room to their shared bathroom.� Since he didn't want to be disturbed, the door on his side was closed.� Opening the door, he stepped through the threshold.

Still lost in thought, he entered Ellie's room.� Upon hearing a giggle he looked up, stopping dead in his tracks, discovering Ellie wasn't alone.

"Mmmm," moaned the sexy voice that belonged to Ellie.� "Harder, do it harder!"

Devon's eyes looked toward his sister and saw the dreamy look in her eyes as her tongue moved sensuously across her lips.� One hand was busy kneading a bare breast, while the other was entangled in a thatch of familiar red hair.� He stood transfixed as his mother, positioned between Ellie's upraised legs, slowly lapped at the younger woman's pussy.

Not wanting to intrude, he turned to leave - and stopped.� He returned his gaze to the scene before him, noting how inviting Kymber's upturned bottom looked.� With her legs spread slightly, he could see the folds of her femininity, the flame red hairs obviously damp with moisture.� Devon's cock, which had been stirring since first entering the room, was now at full attention, throbbing against his body.

Devon's heart froze in his chest as Ellie opened one hazel eye and spotted him.� She smiled at him and, upon freeing a hand from her aunt's auburn tresses, pointed at the upturned globes of his mother's ass.� Then she placed a finger against her lips, the sign he should be quiet.

Now completely thawed, Dev's heart began pounding in his chest - talk about getting what you asked for!� He removed his shirt, feeling his nipples harden in the air-conditioned room.� Next, he stepped from the restricting material of his shorts, his manhood springing free.� Ellie moaned at the sight while giving him the 'OK' sign before pointing toward the juicy offering.

Her back turned to the approaching youth, Kymber was unaware of what was about to happen, completely focused on Ellie's clitoris and inner labia, on which she lavished wet kisses.� She loved the musky, salty taste of her young niece as flicked her tongue hard against the sensitive bud of her clit.� The heat of her own sex was intense, needing some attention and she arched her back and spread her legs wider, causing her enticing bottom to raise higher, exposing more of her juicy interior.

Kymber was concentrating hard on keeping up with the youngster's squirming bottom as a spray of love juices splashed onto her tongue, never realizing things were about to get much more interesting!

The redheaded beauty gasped as she felt a moist tongue penetrate her sex, plunging easily into her well-lubricated slit.� Startled, she instinctively tried to rise - only to be held in place by Ellie who had timed Devon's approach - trapping Kymber's head between her silky thighs.

As Devon's tongue explored his mother's pink sheath, he savored the surprisingly sweet taste of her flesh, sucking on the delicate inner lips.� Using his hands to spread Kymber's buttocks, he exposed more of the flame-encased oyster of her pussy, sliding his tongue from the quivering entrance to the tip of her blood-engorged clit and back.� He repeated the stroke and was encouraged to feel his mother wiggle her lovely bottom against his face.

With a lusty moan, he captured her clit and sucked as if his life depended on it.� Kymber thrashed against the onslaught, her face smashing into Ellie's mound - which caused the young woman to fall into another orgasm, coating Kymber's face with woman stuff.

Exhausted, Ellie managed to slide from under the groaning adult.� Kymber tried again to escape, but Ellie grabbed her arms and held them.� Despite this, the feverish redhead managed to twist slightly, making Devon lose his grip on her clit.� With a grunt, he took her legs and crossed them.� With a gentle tug, he caused his mother to turn over onto her back.

Ellie, seeing the maneuver, released Kymber's arms just long enough for the woman to be turned before taking possession of them again.� "Do her," she hissed.� "Love her till she can't stand any more!"� Without releasing her grip, she positioned herself so that she could take advantage of their "prisoner," sucking a hard nipple into her mouth.

The many sensations assaulted Kymber.� While Ellie trapped her hands, Devon held her legs open with his strong hands, and Ellie lay across her sweating body, sucking and licking her breasts and nipples.� She didn't know who was between her legs, destroying her sanity.� An orgasm sneaked up on her, adding its ferocious effects to the others, sending her crashing into the wave.� In rapid succession, she experienced two more orgasms, each stronger that the other.

"Oh, God," she hissed.� "More!� More!"

Devon was beyond hearing, beyond understanding.� His lust was in total control, driving him to eat at her flesh.� His tongue flicked down to the tight buttonhole of her ass.� As he flicked it across the wrinkled surface of her backdoor, he used the tip of his nose to keep her on the edge.� Devon teased his sexy mother for a few moments more, unable to deny his own release any longer.

Kymber was lost in the throes of passion when she felt the tongue withdraw.� The ripping sensation of a hard, thick penis penetrating her dripping folds quickly replaced any disappointment she felt.� As the invading cock embedded itself into her, she immediately knew the identity of her 'assailant'.� Opening her eyes, she looked backwards into Devon's face.� Pleasure filled it with lust and contorted with exertion as he plunged into her with deep, fast strokes.

"Devon, honey," she panted.� "Slowly!"

"Don't listen to her, Dev," laughed Ellie.� "Give it to her good!"

Devon lifted his mother's legs higher, settling into a good rhythm, rocking her body with each savage thrust.

"Yes!� That's it, baby brother!" shouted a gleeful Ellie as she fingered herself.� "Do her!� Do her!"

Kymber shook under the sexual onslaught as her son drove into her.� A part of her mind calmly noticed his cock was just as thick as his father's, if not as long.� However, Devon had the advantage of being years younger.� What he lacked in experience, Devon made up with enthusiasm.� Kymber shoved the moment of introspection into a mental corner, having it replaced with the beginnings of an orgasmic wave front.� The wave crested and slammed into her, coruscating along her nervous system, spreading like a wildfire.

Devon felt his mother's sheath contract around him as she burned in the climatic fires he'd generated in her.� He wallowed in the luxurious feel of her body and knew that his love for her was now complete and fulfilling.� Devon had been doing all he could to hold back his own orgasm, wanting the moment to go on forever.� His relative lack of experience, combine with the almost indescribable feel of being deep inside his own mother, was enough to send him over the edge.� Hot blood filled and stretched his cock, making a snug seal against the velvety walls of Kymber's vagina as he spilled into her.

"Aaaahhh!"� Devon's body shook with the effort of filling his mother with love.

Kymber felt the first spurts splash hot against the entrance of her womb.� "Oh, yes!� YES!� Fill me, Devon!� Fill me with your love, baby!"

Devon collapsed onto the hot softness of his mother's body as the final spurts of semen flowed into her.� Kymber wrapped her arms around her son and kissed him.� Ellie joined the spent lovers.

"Wow, Dev," she said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.� "That was really something!"� Weakly, Devon smiled at Ellie.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," he began.� "But, Mom, when I saw you and El like that, I just had to jump in!"

Running her fingers through his damp hair, Kymber returned his smile.� "That's okay, hon.� It was about time you and I got together!"

Kymber lay between Devon and Ellie, feeling the love flowing between them.� Not only did she feel closer to them physically but, like Devon, she felt complete emotionally.� As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what would happen if the whole family joined the party...

Part III, Chapter Seventeen

"What are you thinking about, Dad?"

Lorne looked up at Etienne's voice as she curled up next to him on the sofa.� "Oh, hi, Peaches."� He shifted his position, allowing Eti to put her head in his lap.� "I wasn't thinking about anything really important.� I was just wondering where the family is going."

Eti looked up at him.� "Going?� I don't understand."

Lorne ran a finger gently along the ridge of Etienne's nose.� "Our future.� Where do we go from here?"

Eti was thoughtful.� "We've known love and togetherness for years now.� The children couldn't be any more happy.� I'm happy and so are you and Kymber.� What more can there be?"

Lorne nodded in agreement.� "That's just what I was wondering myself."� He looked out the large plate glass window, watching as Ellie and Devon played in the pool.� Glancing a bit to his right, Kymber was sunning herself, her red hair standing out against the deep tan on which she'd been working.� Even from where he sat, Lorne could see the strands of silver which were beginning to appear.

"We've done all right for ourselves, haven't we?"

Eti opened one eye at his question.� "We have, indeed."� Turning to face him, she asked, "Dad, what are you worried about?"

"Devon and Eleanor.� What effect has our lifestyle had on them?"

"I've never seen a brother and sister so close.� They're lovers and, more important, they're great friends."

"This is true," Lorne allowed.

"So, what's the problem?"

"Well, they're growing up.� Soon, they will have to think about finding their own paths."

"Ah, I see.� You're wondering if they'll keep up the family tradition'!"

"Yes!� That's it!"

"Dad, if you know that the children will have to find their own way in life, then you also know it will be their choice."

Of course, Lorne was all too aware of this.� "We've learned if you're going to love one another, there should be no barriers.� We've eliminated guilt from their lives.� No, misconceptions, no lies - just love."

"Don't you think they know that?"� Etienne looked at the scene taking place in the yard.� Stretched out on a chaise, Ellie was applying sun screen to Devon's back as he talked to his mother.� She waved to Devon to get his attention.� When he looked up, she pointed at Kymber.� Devon reached over and tapped his mother on the leg and pointed toward the house.� Kymber followed his finger and Eti waved for her to come in.

"What's up?" she asked as she closed the sliding door.

"Somebody's worried about the kids," Eti replied, jerking a thumb in Lorne's direction.

"Again?� Honey, I though we talked about this last night?"

Etienne looked at her father, surprised.� "You did?"� Lorne's only answer was a shrug.

Eti got up and went to the patio door.� "Dev?� El?� Would you please come in for a moment?"

The two teenagers exchanged glances.� "Sure, Mom," answered Ellie.� Once inside, Eti gestured for them to join the adults in the family room.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Devon.

Without preamble, Eti said "Your father is concerned about your futures."� Ellie and Devon both looked at Lorne, who just threw up his hands.

"This isn't a big deal!" he protested.� "I was just thinking!"

"So, what is he worried about?"

Eti brought the siblings up to speed with Kymber filling in the blanks.� Brother and sister sat thinking for a long moment before speaking.� Devon let Ellie speak first.

"I can understand why you're worried, Dad.� I think I speak for both of us when I say we won't forget the lessons you've taught us."

Devon nodded.� "If all we've ever learned was how important love is in a family, would it be wrong of us not to pass along this knowledge?"

"In order for you to share your knowledge, you have to have someone to share it with!� You two spend more time with each other than you do with anyone else!"� Lorne felt a bit exasperated.� Eti placed a hand on his shoulder tenderly.

"True," answered Devon.� "Ellie and I love each other!� Why does that surprise you?"

Ellie took up the challenge.� "Isn't this what you and Mom and Kymber has been telling us all these years?� For us to love each other?"

Kymber spoke.� "That much is true; I guess your father didn't figure on you two choosing not to have boyfriends and girlfriends."

Devon laughed and reached over to hug his sister.� "Mom, there isn't anyone else I'd rather be with than El.� We understand each other, especially when one of us isn't feeling well."

Ellie returned the hug with equal affection.� "As a lover, no one understands my needs better than Dev.� Oh, and you, Dad."

Lorne waved off the explanation.� "I knew what you meant, dear.� I just wanted to be sure you were still happy with things, that's all."

Kymber stood and stretched.� "Well, we've settled this.� Now, how about we get changed and go out to dinner?� My treat!"

As everyone got up, Devon and Ellie pulled Etienne over to one side.� Lorne noticed they were excited about something, although he couldn't hear the whispered conversation.� As he locked the patio door, he heard Eti say, "Really?� Hey, Kymmie - you gotta hear this!"� Lorne returned to the family room in time to see Ellie hand something to Kymber.� Kymber stared at the object in her hand before looking at Devon and Ellie in turn.

"Come on, break it up!" Lorne said while clapping his hands.� "Go get changed and let's eat - I'm starving!"

"Be ready in a minute, Dad."� Devon turned and ascended the staircase, with Ellie right behind him playfully grabbing at his backside.

Kymber handed him the object and headed for the stairs.� "What's this?" he asked.� Eti made a beeline for the front door.

From the top of the stairs, Kymber said, "Ellie's pregnancy test results."

Lorne felt a peculiar chill flow through him as he turned the bit of plastic over.� Bright blue.

Out of sight in the upper hallway, Ellie looked at Kymber.� "Do you think he looked at it?"� The trio heard a muffled thump.� Kymber peered down the stairs and spotted the prone form of her husband.

"Yeah, he saw it all right!"� She turned to her son.� "Congratulations, Dev."

ETIENNE:� LEARNING TO LOVE

Part IV, Chapter One

Devon Williams paced the room like a caged animal, deep in thought, waiting for his parents to return from their outing.� He stopped and looked out the window as if searching for the answer to some unknown question before continuing his frenetic motion.

His sister, Ellie, watched from her place on the sofa, her hands absently rubbing the round swelling in her abdomen.� "I don't know what you're worried about," she said.� "Dad is reasonable and he shouldn't find your proposal unusual."

Devon stopped his pacing to look at his pregnant sister, feeling first the love he had for her before experiencing a moment of frustration.� "Yeah, I know.� I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to approach it with him."

Ellie's eyes rolled heavenward as she shook her head.� "Just tell him what's on your mind, silly!� That's the easiest way to go about it."

"Hah!� Easy for you to say."� The young man continued pacing the room.

Ellie continued to watch her brother and father of her child prowl the room for a few more minutes before getting up to intercept him, grunting with the effort.� At seven months, moving around had taken on a different meaning.� As she stood, the baby shifted position and spent a few queasy moments getting comfortable.� She caught up to him and took his hand.

"Dev?"

"Ellie?"

"I can think of something you can do more productively than walking a hole in the carpet."

Smiling, Devon said, "I'm sure you can!� What's on your horny mind this time?"

Returning his smile with one of her own, Ellie placed his hand on her breast, filled with milk for their unborn child.� "What's on my mind is lust, my dear brother.� I'm not one to complain, but you've been shirking your duties here lately."

Devon looked into Ellie's expectant face then looked down at her stomach.� Ellie followed his glance.

"Oh, don't let that stop you!� I suppose you're thinking loving me will harm the little one?"� Devon nodded.

"Well, don't.� He or she is quite safe, more than I can say for you."� Ellie reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock stirring.� Before he could utter a word in protest, Ellie covered his mouth with hers, forcing her tongue into his mouth.� Reflex took over as Devon responded to the kiss, returning it with equal passion.

"Wanna go upstairs?" he asked as their lips parted.

"No.� Take me right here, right now!"� Ellie began unfastening his pants as Devon nibbled at her neck and ears.� "Ooh, now you're getting the right idea!"

Devon grunted a reply as he stepped out of his pants, nearly losing his balance as Ellie tugged at his briefs, finally freeing his swelling member.� Ellie stepped back from their embrace and removed her own constricting clothing as Devon removed his T-shirt, adding it to the pile at their feet.

Gingerly, Ellie knelt before Devon and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, making her brother sway slightly.� "Mm, tasty," she cooed as she took him into her mouth and sucked gently on the tip.� Filling both hands with his firm buttocks, she tongued the crown with quick, teasing movements, losing herself in the pleasure.

Devon rocked slightly as Ellie filled her mouth with more of his rigid shaft, his knees buckling as the pleasure intensified.� Her mouth as warm and moist against him as she licked his sac, sucking each testicle gently into her mouth and covering them generously with saliva.� "I could just eat you alive," she said, looking up at his ecstasy-filled face while stroking him with her hand.

Devon knelt in front of her and kissed her deeply, relishing his salty taste on her lips before lowering his head to a swollen nipple.� His tongue teased the erect flesh, drawing lazy circles around the darkened areola while his hand cupped the fleshy pendant of breast.� Capturing the nipple, he sucked hard, greedily slurping down his reward of warm milk.

"Ow!� Not so hard!" Ellie protested.� She cradled his head and held him close as he suckled her, feeling strangely content and more excited.

"Sorry," he whispered.� "It just tastes so damn good."� He repeated his attack on her other nipple, lest it started to feel neglected.� The warm milk splashing into his mouth heightened his arousal while reminding him of the time he spent at his mother's breast.� With his thirst slaked, he eased his sister onto her back, now in search of something more potent to partake of.

Ellie spread her legs - not an easy task - to allow her brother access to her damp center, catching the musky, heady scent of her sex.� As Devon mouth met her swollen labia, she couldn't keep from thinking of the thrills he was about to give her.� If Devon had one strong suit, other than his incredible stamina, it was his ability to knock her senseless with his mouth and tongue on her pussy.� He just seemed to know every nook and cranny and every ultra-sensitive spot.� She shuddered, feeling the rasp of his tongue against her inner lips, probing her defenses momentarily before stiffening and plunging into her inner folds.

Devon placed his hands under Ellie, lifting her to his mouth.� As his tongue penetrated her, he could feel the slick juices smearing themselves against his face.� He probed her deeply and slowly, enjoying the sensory show of taste, feel, and smell.� Hot and pungent, he tasted her sex, feeling the tremors which ran against his invading tongue.

Ellie experienced a moment of disappointment as his tongue exited her sheath, but not for long.� She inhaled sharply as he sucked her clitoris into his eager mouth.� "Oh, baby!� Yes!� Ooh, I just love it!"� Ellie moved against him as he lapped her juices, knowing he wouldn't stop until...

The orgasmic tide swept over her without the usual warnings.� One moment she was warm and content, working her heated love furiously to keep up with his blistering pace.� The next moment found her suddenly caught in an explosion of ecstatic bliss.� Ellie squirted jet after jet of tangy fluid into his mouth as she thrust savagely against his face.

Devon bore the orgasmic onslaught as he fought to keep up with the stinging jets of love juices, now spilling from his mouth and flowing down his already slick chin.� Giving his sister a few more licks for good measure, he rose and turned the helpless woman onto her knees.� Before using his own knees as a wedge to spread her, Devon reached over and grabbed a handful of discarded clothing and placed them under her swollen belly.� That done, he impaled her onto his turgid shaft with one long, slow, careful thrust.� Feeling Ellie's puffy inner sheath close around his prick, he sighed.� "Oh, this feels so good."

Ellie could only respond with a moan as her brother penetrated her deeply, adding to the full feeling already present.� With her head propped on her arms, she gave in to his urgent thrusts, each rocking her.� She loved the way he spread her sex wide, loved the feel of the ridges of veins which ran along the moderately thick shaft of his penis.� Ellie felt the knob of his cock bump against her womb carefully.� It wasn't painful - Devon knew better than to allow himself to get carried away.� It only served to remind her that his pleasure was hers - and oh, how he was pleasing her!

Devon could feel his cock growing larger inside Ellie, knowing it wouldn't be long before he released his own love into her.� "Oh, shit," he exclaimed, his eyes growing wide with wonder as he ejaculated, pumping his white stickiness into her steamy center.� The initial shock wave slammed into him as his hips ground into her.

"Umm, that's right my love.� I want it all!"� Ellie felt him flooding her with his love and flexed her inner muscles to milk out every drop.� Exhausted, Devon withdrew from Ellie's fleshy prison, feeling the pain/pleasure as her walls scraped along the now-tender shaft of his maleness.� He helped his sister turn onto her side before sitting next to her.

"You know, Sis, you were right.� That was much more fun than pacing and worrying."

"Worrying about what?" came a new voice.� As Ellie propped herself on one elbow, Devon turned toward the sound.

Seated on the sofa, Lorne looked at his children, barely able to hide his amusement.� Seated at either side of him, Etienne and Kymber had matched looks of happiness.� Devon stood and crossed the short distance between his other family members.

"Dad, Mom.� Aunt Eti.� It's good to have you home."

Bending to kiss his mother and aunt,� both women could savor the taste of lust still on his lips.� He knelt before his father, acknowledging him with a solemn nod of his head.� After a moment, Ellie joined him.

Lorne felt strangely king-like at this display of fealty; his queens' at his side while the prince and princess supplicated themselves before him.� "I trust all is well," he said, shaking off the odd feeling.� "At least, it looked like everything is still working."

Both offspring blushed.� "As usual, it was Ellie's fault," Devon responded.

Ellie took the bait.� "It's always my fault!� I can't help it if he's good at what he does!"

Eti and Kymber looked at each other, their smiles widening.� "They do look quite good together, don't they?" quipped Kymber.

"They do seem to, ah, fit each other perfectly," added Etienne.

Lorne laughed.� "They do at that!"� He playfully tapped Devon on the jaw.� "A chip off the old block, I think."

Both Ellie and Devon basked in the love their parents had for them.� Ellie poked Devon with an elbow.� "Now is a good time."

"It is not!", Devon protested.� "It can wait.� They just got in."

Lorne looked from one to the other.� "What is it a good time for and why can it wait?� You know the rules, kids; if there's something that has to be discussed, there's no time like now to do it."

When Devon hesitated, Ellie poked him harder.� Devon winced.� "Okay, okay!� Stop poking me!"

"Dad, I need to talk to you about something."� Looking at his sister, aunt and mother, he added, "Alone, if possible."

"We've never had any secrets between us, son," Lorne said with a small frown.

"Oh, I don't have anything to hide, but, shit, it's sort of a 'guy' thing."

Kymber and Etienne stood, going over to Ellie to help her stand.� "Okay, guys, we can take a hint.� Come on, El, let's get this mess cleaned up and go do our 'woman' thing and leave the men-folk to their business!"

Both men looked at the departing women, shaking their heads in unison.� "I don't know about them sometime," remarked Devon.

"Me either," added his father.� Looking back at his son, he asked, "Would you like to talk here or somewhere else?"

Devon looked around the room before saying, "Can we talk in your study?"

"Sure.� You wanna put something on?"

"No.� Besides, they took my clothes with them."

Shrugging, Lorne rose and led his son to the study.� As they entered the room, Devon took a moment to examine the added-on room's furnishings, noting how they reflected his father's tastes.� Lorne motioned to the small sofa and they sat.

"So!� What's on your mind, son?"

Devon thought for a moment before answering.� "You know I have nothing but love and respect for you, right?"

Lorne nodded in agreement, but didn't rush the younger man.

"Then you also know I fully support the way we live our lives together."� Another nod.

"In that case, would you mind answering a question for me?"

"Not at all," Lorne answered, wondering where this conversation was headed.

"You've said we should - and could - openly show our love for each other.� There's no bad feeling between us if I'm making love to Mom or Etienne or even El."

"This is true.� What's your question?"

Devon shifted nervously against the leather-covered mini-sofa.� "My question is, well, why haven't you and I done the same for each other?"

Startled, Lorne's mouth opened as if to answer, only to be cut off by Devon's upraised hand.

"I've wanted to make love with you for a very long time and I was wondering if there was some reason we haven't."

Lorne sat in stunned silence, his head swimming.� The question hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him with a numb feeling.� "I... I never thought. . ."

Devon cast an apologetic look in Lorne's direction.� "Dad, don't let it bother you too much; there was no way for you to know.� I've been debating it for a long time and, finally, I've gotten around to asking."

He swallowed before adding, "I don't expect anything to come of this, but I had to ask."

Finished, Devon sat back and enjoyed the feeling of relief washing over him.� In posing the question to his sire, a great weight had been lifted from him.

Lorne looked at his son, taking note of the calm etched on his face, wishing he felt what Devon was feeling.� Finally, he found his voice.

"Son, I have to be honest with you.� It never crossed my mind.� We've always said things should happen on their own and, damn, up till now, it's never happened."

"Doesn't mean I never wanted it to happen."

"True enough.� Clearly, you have me at a disadvantage."

"I know; I should have made my feelings known before now and I accept responsibility for not doing so."

"Dev, it's not about� accepting responsibility!� It's about being happy with each other!� To tell the truth, I'm flattered to know you have these feelings for me."

Devon visibly relaxed and looked into his father's eyes.� In them, he saw nothing but love and honesty.� "Can I offer more explanation?"

"Please," Lorne urged, now becoming intrigued.

"Remember, oh, a few weeks ago, when you and Mom were in the pool?� Well, I was in my room listening to music when I saw you two going at it."

Lorne felt a flush of excitement as he recalled the day.� He had taken Kymber right there in the pool, the sun-warmed waters adding myriad sensations to a particularly lust-filled moment.

Since he remembered, Devon continued.� "When you climbed out of the pool, I got a good look at you and knew I had to have you."� A small chuckle, followed by, "Seeing you naked and still a little hard got me really excited, so much I had to, ahem, take matters into my own hand."

"When Mom got out and started sucking you, I was wondering what it would feel like to have you in my mouth."� Devon's voice took on a dreamlike quality.� "Years of frustration came to the front as she did you and I watched, doing myself.� I was so hot watching you two together - you guys always did excite me - and I decided to say something about it."

It did not surprise Lorne to know Devon watched them while they made love.� Wasn't the first time nor likely to be the last.� He was surprised, however, to learn he was the object of Devon's love.

"Still, Dad, you gotta know I haven't given up on Mom and the others.� I might be hornier than the average son, but I'm not crazy!"

Lorne felt a strange combination of excitement, pride, and embarrassment.� His mind flashed back to the night of the party and he remembered feeling Geoff's steely member invading his then-virgin backside.� In retrospect, he supposed it wasn't all that bad, but alcohol and lust always produced some interesting results.

Looking back at his naked son, he had to notice the younger man's cock resting in the crease created by the joining of thigh and abdomen, covered by the dried secretions left behind from his romp with Ellie.

"Son, I don't know what to say," he finally said.� "I more than appreciate your interest and I have to admit it could be interesting."

Devon relaxed, his fear of being rejected passing over him.� "I'm glad you understand, Dad.� Like I said, you've taught us to love each other without exception and, well, I feel our time has come."

Lorne took a deep breath and knew the truth of Devon's words.� "Yes, you're quite right.� As a family, we have to experience love totally or not at all."� In his mind, a switch tripped over, completing a connection and he knew what he had to do.� Reaching across the short distance between them, Lorne took Devon's hand.� "Stand up."

Devon rose and Lorne guided him until the younger man faced him.� As Lorne drew his son closer, he felt a tingle of excitement at crossing another checkpoint in his life.� His eyes took in the sight of Devon's maleness, watching it stir as it filled with blood.� Without a second thought, he took the rounded knob of Devon's cock between his lips.

In truth, Lorne had never done this before and the tactile sensations at this first contact assaulted his senses.� Tangy with dried juices and silky smooth despite the rapid hardening taking place, Lorne took more of his son's flesh into his mouth, twirling his tongue along the shaft.

Devon sighed as more of his cock disappeared into his father's mouth.� It felt so right, so complete.� He reached down and gently caressed his father's face, feeling the bulge in his cheeks.

Lorne experienced a moment of panic as the swollen head of Devon's shaft made its way into his throat, causing him to gag.� He backed off and the choking feeling vanished, allowing him to lavish much needed attention to the bulbous head and thick shaft.� He sucked noisily, getting into the passion of the moment.� Withdrawing until only the head remained, Lorne sucked hard on the spongy flesh and ran his tongue along the underside of the crown.

Devon shuddered and his knees buckled slightly.� He felt strong hands on his buttocks supporting him.� His cock was still a bit tender; the pain and pleasure changing places from one moment to the next.� This was everything he had ever hoped for...

Lost in the new sensations, Lorne grew bolder, taking Devon's pulsing member deep into his throat.� He ignored his gag reflex as his nose nestled against the curly pubic hairs of Devon's pelvis.� His hands gently massaged the tight sac of the younger man's testes and he wondered why he'd never done this before!� His own cock strained against his body as he repeated the motion, savoring the delicious feel which pleased something deep inside him.

It wasn't long before Devon's shaft grew thicker, the ripples running along the shaft signaling his impending release of sperm.� "Oh, Dad, yes.� I'm gonna do it!� I'm gonna..."

Lorne wisely withdrew back to the head of Devon's cock as the first spurts of cream flowed into his mouth.� Devon's body convulsed as he pumped love into his mouth, thick and hot.� The salty taste surprised him - but he drank from Devon's fountain just the same until Lorne consumed the last drop.

Lorne sat back, breathing hard, his mind was a swirling mass of emotions.� "Wow," he thought.� "That was really something!"� Devon was down on one knee trying to shake the fuzzy feeling from his head left by his orgasm.� Lorne smiled as the young man's body continued to tremble as the intense feeling ran its course.� The elder Williams felt the soothing peace mixed in with his own need for release.

"Not bad for a rookie, huh?"

Devon raised his head and tried to focus his eyes on the smiling face in front of him.� "I'll say!� That was. . .� wow!"� Devon's words trailed off as a stray convulsion ripped through his body, leaving him feeling lightheaded.� Still feeling a bit dizzy, he knelt before Lorne and released the turgid flesh trapped inside.� Free of the confining material, Lorne's cock sprang forward, a long strand of clear lubricant landing against Devon's cheek.

"Now, it's your turn," he murmured, closing his hand around the hot flesh and pumping it.� "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time..."� Devon flicked out his tongue, letting it wrap around Lorne's cock.� For Devon, this was more than just an opportunity to satisfy his bisexual cravings.� It was a chance for him to give thanks to the man responsible for his existence.� He wanted to taste the seed which gave him life.

Lorne watched in fascination as his son's pink tongue made its way down his engorged shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva.� He felt a hot, enticing queasiness as Devon lavished attention to his scrotum, sucking each of the large, almond-shaped testicles into his mouth before slowly making his way to the mushroom-shaped crown - which he promptly made disappear between surprisingly sensual lips.

"How much like his mother he looks," Lorne thought idly, watching the thick shaft vanish between pouting lips.� Feeling the full heat of his passion, Lorne thrust gently into his son's mouth, delighting in the feel of Devon's quivering, raspy tongue as it touched him.� Reaching down, Lorne entwined his fingers in Devon's moderately long hair as the young man pleasured him.

Filled with his father's cock, Devon grunted with the effort of keeping a steady rhythm.� "He's so big," he thought, again trying to swallow the older man whole.

"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," came a soft voice.� "Just let it slide into your mouth, honey - don't fight it."

Lorne opened an eye and found Kymber sitting on the arm of the sofa, an aura of love surrounding her.� She smiled at her husband.� "I was wondering what was taking so long."

Lorne could only mumble a reply as Devon heeded his mother's advice.� In the space of a single breath, he could feel Devon's nose nestled against the base of his cock.

Kymber left her perch on the sofa and knelt beside her son.� "That's it, baby.� Suck him good!� Show him how much you want this, how much you love him."� She ran her hands along his perspiring body, letting her nails trail along the exposed skin of his back.� Devon was awash with passion, all of his senses under assault.� Encouraged by his mother's gentle urging, he increased his sucking motion.

Lorne felt an odd separation; one part of him was close to orgasm, not caring about anything except reaching the summit.� Another part watched impassively as Kymber leaned forward and whispered something into her son's ear.� Lorne saw the boy nod - and his eyes went wide as a stiff finger penetrated his backside.� The sudden invasion caught Lorne completely off guard; the slowly approaching wave suddenly increased speed and crashed into him -- hard.

Devon felt the war of contractions in his father's body.� The tight ring of muscle clamped down on his finger as the first spurts of creamy seed splashed into and filled his hungry mouth.� Devon tried to capture as much of the sweet reward as possible, but found the love too much for him to keep up with as little rivers of love seeped from the tight seal his mouth made on the jerking manhood.

Lorne's hands clutched the cushions as wave after wave of intense pleasure cycled through every pore in his body while Devon's finger, feeling like a hot poker, probed his bottom.� He gasped as his son consumed the final dregs of his ejaculate and his cock, softening, lay throbbing against his belly.� Gingerly, Lorne removed himself from the invading finger, while feeling the blood pounding in every part of his body.

"You've done this before, haven't you?", Lorne asked, his composure finally returning.� Devon looked up at him with... admiration?� Lorne wasn't sure what he saw in that fleeting moment and, frankly, he didn't care right now.

"First time for me, too," came the quiet reply.� "You okay?"

Lorne took in a deep breath.� "I'm fine, son.� Thank you."

"No, my father, thank you!� You've made my life complete and I love you for it."� Devon leaned forward and placed his head in his father's lap, stopping along the way to plant a wet kiss on the now-soft instrument of pleasure.

Kymber knelt between the exhausted men.� "You really look good together.� Lorne?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you know how much he loves you?"

"If I didn't know before, I know now."� Lorne sat quietly, his mind taking in the recent events.

"How was it for you?"

"Giving or receiving?"

"Take your pick; I'd like to hear both sides."

As Lorne prepared to share his feelings with Kymber, they were joined by Etienne.

"I feel like I missed something," she said sitting next to Kymber.

"Lorne was about to tell me his feelings about Devon, weren't you honey?"

Nodding, Lorne spoke.� "It was so different!� Before I even realized it, I had him in my mouth."

Eti flashed Kymber a questioning look.� Kymber shook her head and placed a slim finger to her lips.

"I found myself thinking about a couple of things.� One, I couldn't believe I was doing this.� As I sucked more of him, it started to feel. . . good."

Eti looked at her father, with love in her eyes.� "It's hard to describe, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is.� Feeling him in my mouth and hearing his moans of pleasure electrified me, filled me with so much desire to continue."

"Now you know how we feel when we're doing you.� It's so very special."

Lorne nodded before continuing.� "Kym, when he came, I could feel him growing in my mouth right before the first spurt.� For some reason, I felt really proud of myself."

Etienne agreed with her father.� "It's a good feeling when it spills out and, of course, it just taste so yummy!"

Lorne stood and stretched, frowning at the popping sounds his body made.� Going over to the framed photograph of the family, he stared at it for a long minute before turning to wife and daughter.

"You know, when he started on me, I thought it wouldn't be any different than having one of you doing it."

"What did you learn, Dad?"

"I learned it's as different as night and day, with the main difference being attitude."

"Attitude?"� Kymber and Eti exchanged a puzzled look.

"I was thinking that another man was making love to my cock.� At first, I was a little scared, but after a few minutes, my whole outlook on the deal changed.� It stopped being a question of a man-on-man thing, becoming one person loving another."� Lorne shook his head.� "It takes some getting used to, doesn't it?"

Etienne and Kymber joined him, wrapping their arms around him.� "You'll get used to it soon enough," Kymber assured him.

Part IV, Chapter Two

Ellie stood in front of the full length mirror, examining her naked form while gently cupping one milk-filled breast in one hand.� Turning to one side she frowned, noticing her distended abdomen.� Absently, she ran her hands along the curves of her belly, shaking her head.� Although her pregnancy was proceeding well, Ellie still felt awed with the knowledge a child was growing inside her.

The young woman slipped into her nightgown before crossing the room, turning off the light and curling up in her bed.� Outside, the night sky was clear, the quarter moon casting its pale light onto the freshly fallen snow.� Snowflakes carried on the wind glittered past the window as Ellie took stock of her life.

"One more month to go.� God, I'm so tired."

Carefully, she shifted her position, wishing the baby would stop kicking long enough for her to get comfortable.� Patting her tummy, she said, "Oh, be still!"� As if her plea was heard, the baby finally settled in one place - for now.� Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, returning to her thoughts.

Something was missing from her life, she decided.� Trying to identify the missing ingredient was proving to be more difficult than she had expected.� Ellie knew she wasn't suffering from a lack of love; between Devon, Kymber and her parents, there was plenty of love and attention to go around several times.

Ellie felt warm and secure as she thought about each member of the family.� There was Devon; brother, friend, lover and father of her baby.� Probably the most attentive of anyone in the family, he saw to her every need.� Not from a sense of obligation, mind you; Lorne had made it clear that love shouldn't be looked at as an obligation or chore.

Ellie smiled as her brother's strong features faded from her mind, being replaced by the fine, gentle features of her aunt, Kymber, the family's free-spirit who always looked to the bright side of any situation.� Her cool green eyes, however, hid a mischievous, playful nature and a bold, brash sexuality.� The flame-haired vision was replaced by the calm, intelligent face of her mother.� Whenever a situation got out of hand, Mom was always there, able to say just the right thing to set everything right for everyone.� Just a hint of a smile creased Ellie's face as she thought of the sexual hellion hidden beneath the calm exterior.

Last, but certainly not least, there was her father.� Ellie blinked in surprise at the sudden surge of lust she felt, her nipples tingling as they became erect.� Lorne represented all which was right in the world.� Dedicated, unselfish, and, as far as Ellie was concerned, all-knowing in that he would never steer the family in the wrong direction.

As her father's face faded away, Ellie became more aware of the tingling making its way through her body, heightening her senses.� From Devon's room, she could hear love being made.� The slightly muffled grunts and groans increased the feelings inside her, causing her to shift uncomfortably.

"I'm horny," she thought.� Through the closed door, she could hear - her mother? - cry out in delight at whatever Devon was doing to her.

As the sounds of passion increased, so did Ellie's discomfort.� Reaching across the wide expanse of stomach, her fingers sought and found her center, parting the full lips of her vulva to expose her clitoris.� However, before she could begin to ease the itch, Ellie heard a soft tapping on the bedroom door.

Frustrated, she called out, "Come in - it's open!"

The door opened and Lorne poked his head in.� "Hi, baby!� I just stopped by to check on you."

Ellie was pleased - and electrified; her father's appearance would fill the bill just fine!

In a voice husky with mounting lust, she said, "Just the person I was looking for."� Ellie slid over to allow Lorne to sit next to her.

"You were looking for... mmpff!"

Any further words were cut off as Ellie covered her father's mouth with hers, filling the moist cavern with her tongue.� Her hands were busy, literally tearing the shirt from his back before fumbling with his belt buckle.� It took a little doing, but after a few frantic seconds, the belt gave way, allowing Ellie to free Lorne's rapidly swelling manhood.

Taken completely by surprise, all Lorne could do was succumb to the attack and hold on for dear life.� He felt the cool rush of air on his exposed flesh for only a brief moment, before being replaced by the hot wetness of Ellie's mouth.� He groaned as Ellie pushed him back onto the bed.� Lifting her head for only a moment, Ellie's words were almost a growl.� "Oh, yes.� I've been looking for you!� I need you and I will have you!"

With an ease which belied her gravid condition, Ellie rolled onto her father's prone form and continued the assault on his cock, while exposing her musky center to him.� Her hands and mouth worked in concert to send wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her prisoner.

With her lust in full control, Ellie slid Lorne's tool deep into her throat, relishing the feel of its length and thickness which pulsed with each beat of his heart.� Drawing back until only the head remained, Ellie began a vicious attack, allowing her teeth to scrape against the spongy mass while her tongue rasped across the sensitive underside.

Lorne wasn't sure of what the hell was happening.� He did know, however, he needed to do something - and fast.� Reaching up, he filled his hands with her ass cheeks, drawing her luscious dampness to his mouth.� The tip of his nose buried itself within the folds of Ellie's inner labia as he sucked on her clitoris, causing the young woman to squirm against his face.

Ellie held her head still, allowing her tongue to play along the crown and shaft of Lorne's maleness, all the while savoring the dizzying sensations provided by his experienced mouth.� She could feel him quivering in her mouth, signaling his pending release.

"Oh, no you don't.� I gotta have this where it will do the most good."� Ellie disengaged herself from Lorne's mouth, leaving him with a feeling of loss.� Turning, she positioned herself over his erection, feeling an exhilarating rush of pleasure as the spongy head passed through her wet lips.

"Uh, baby," Lorne began.� "I don't think..."

"Shut up.� I know what I'm doing."

Lorne was taken aback at the sharp rebuke, an odd sense of excitement flowing through him at her forcefulness.� Doing as he was ordered, Lorne fell silent as Ellie lowered more of her body onto his shaft.

The feeling was indescribable; with her belly full of child, Ellie was tight, yet her inner sheath had a velvety feel to it, surrounding his cock with such a delicious feeling he almost exploded on the spot.

"Come on!� Give it to me, damn you!� Fill me with your stickiness."� Ellie rode Lorne's stiffness carefully but with purpose, wanting to feel him spurting inside her folds, wanting him to put out the fire inside.

"Stop holding it back, Dad - you know what I need!"� Ellie shuddered as her orgasm slammed into her, the flow of lubricating juices increasing.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!� Give me more!�� GIVE ME MORE!!"

Lorne was stunned - where did this wild woman come from?� His eyes widened with increasing wonder as the flow of obscenities continued, adding to his excitement.

"Oh, yeah!� Oh, yeah!� I love you so much!"� Ellie's moans of pleasure were like music to his ears as she rode out yet another orgasmic wave, grinding her soaked sex hard into his pelvic bone.� Lorne could feel Ellie's vaginal muscles gripping him with varying tightness.� He reached up, placing his hands on her swollen belly and began to rub gently.

"Damn it, oh damn it all to hell!," cried Ellie, giving herself to the heat of passion.� "I need you to cream me, my love - I need you to do... it... NOW!"

Spurred on by her impassioned pleas, Lorne relaxed his control and was instantly caught up in the torrent of emotions.� His sac tightened almost painfully, sending the familiar tremors racing up his thickening shaft.

"Here, baby - here it is!" he groaned as his seed spilled into her.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, yes..."� Ellie was just on the other side of heaven as her father continued to fill her with his semen, hot and sticky, feeling the strong pulses inside her while Lorne emptied himself into her flesh, cooling the fires - for now.

Spent and still a bit confused, Lorne helped the exhausted young woman onto her side before withdrawing from her steamy center with a wet, slurping sound.� Looking down at Ellie, he could see the smile on her face as well as the happiness in her eyes.

As the intense fires banked themselves into something a bit more manageable, Ellie looked up at her sire, feeling all the love in the world.

"Umm, I really needed you.� I feel so much better now."

Lorne looked down at his second child for a long moment before asking, "What got into you?"

Ellie laughed softly.� "You did, silly!"

Rolling his eyes heavenward, Lorne said, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know."� Ellie took a moment to get the giddy feelings under control before continuing.� "I had to have you - that's the best way I can explain it.� I was lying here, thinking about you and got this crazy urge to just take advantage of you."

Her look became serious.� "Oh, damn."

"What's wrong?"� Immediate concern creased Lorne's features.

"I said some pretty outrageous things, didn't I?"

Relieved, Lorne allowed himself to smile.� "Yeah, I'll say.� Didn't know you knew words like that!"

"You're not angry are you?"

"Angry?� No, darling.� Actually, it was kind of exciting."� Lorne leaned over and kissed Ellie's brow.� "In fact, it was very exciting - we should do this again some time."� Lorne sat up and stretched.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Please stay with me tonight."

"Are you sure you want me to?� I won't be able to guarantee you'll get any sleep."

"Yes, I want you to.� And, I'm counting on not getting much sleep tonight."

Discarding the remnants of his shirt and trousers, Lorne slid into the bed next to Ellie, who settled into his arms.

"Are you okay?"

Ellie's sleepy reply said it all.� "Uh-huh.� I love you so very much..."� Ellie dropped off to sleep immediately.

"And I you," he whispered, stroking her face with his hand.� Settling in, he closed his eyes, feeling the baby moving within her.� Lorne smiled at the sensation as sleep claimed him.

Part IV, Chapter Three

Lorne was having the most delicious dream.� His cock was being licked and sucked by some unknown person who was doing a fantastic job of providing him with so many different sensations.� Warm, soft hands caressed and soothed him as he grew closer to climax.� In his dream, Lorne thrust his hips gently, not wanting to disturb the insistent rhythm of the mouth on his flesh.� It wasn't long before his passion caught up with him as he exploded into the waiting mouth while the unseen hands milked every precious drop from him.

Lorne opened his eyes - and realized he hadn't been dreaming, finding himself surrounded by Devon, Ellie, Kymber and Eti, who were involved in a group kissing session, licking his seed from each other's lips.

"I thought I was dreaming," Lorne said.� The quartet turned and looked at him, smiles spreading across their faces.

"Morning, Dad," beamed Devon.

"Good morning, darling," offered a smiling Kymber.

"Hi, Dad," chorused Eti and Ellie together.

"You folks really know how to wake a person up!� What did I do to deserve such a reception?"

Devon spoke for the group.� "Nothing, Dad.� We did it because we love you.� Do we need a reason other than that?"

"I guess not!� Thank you, one and all."� Sitting up, Lorne stretched and asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"

Lorne made his way to the bathroom as the family discussed what they wanted to do.� As the water for his shower grew warmer, Lorne noticed the silence from the other room.� Turning he headed for the door, only to run into a wild-eyed Devon.

"Dad!� Something's happening to Ellie!"

Ignoring the running water, Lorne dashed from the bathroom to find Ellie holding her stomach - and sitting in a pool of fluid.� He quickly assessed the situation - it was time!

"Go find your mother and Etienne.� Tell them Ellie's water has broken - they'll know what to do."

"Right.� On my way!"� Devon headed for the door.

"And, son?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Better get dressed - you're in for a long day!"

Devon looked down at himself as if just realizing his nakedness.� "Oh, yeah.� Clothes would be good, huh?"� Smiling, he rushed down the hallway to dress and join the mother of his child in her efforts.

Hurrying to get dressed, Lorne couldn't keep from feeling like history was repeating itself.

*�� *�� *

Kendra Etienne Williams came into the world kicking and screaming lustily.� Drenched with the perspiration of her efforts, Ellie watched as nurses tended to the newborn.� The drops of silver nitrate were applied and Kendra was gently washed, dried and wrapped in an insulated blanket before being passed off to Dr. Carl Hendricks.

"Someone wants to say hello," said the smiling doctor.� Dr. Hendricks handed the squirming bundle to Ellie, placing it into her arms.

The bond was established as mother and child looked at each other.� Kendra fell silent at once, somehow knowing she was in good hands.

"She's beautiful."

Ellie looked up at Devon, giving him a tired smile.� Devon was doing some recovering of his own.� The long hours in the labor room had been hard on him, witnessing Ellie's agony and not being able to do anything about it.� He had spent much of the time kicking himself, knowing Ellie wouldn't be in such pain were it not for his involvement.

The nurses came over to take Kendra off to the nursery while others prepared to move Ellie to her room, where the two would be reunited later.� Tossing his soiled gloves into a nearby hamper, Dr. Hendricks crossed the room and stood next to Devon, not wanting to spoil the moment.

"That is one pretty little girl," the doctor commented.� "She's lucky to have parents like you."� Carl looked at Devon, watching for the younger man's reaction.

Devon's heart felt as if it had been encased in ice as he turned to face the older man.

"'Parents', Doctor?� I'm afraid you're mistaken.� I'm Ellie's brother and she asked me to be here with her through this."

"Son, I know you are her brother.� I also know you're Kendra's father."

Panic welled inside of Devon - but he kept his cool.� "Doctor, that's a pretty strong accusation.� One which could, ah, get people in a lot of trouble."

"You're right," Carl conceded.� "It's a strong accusation, but the truth.� I know it and you know it."

As they exited the scrub room into the hallway, Devon cast desperate glances for any signs of his family.� Turning the corner, he saw them walking hurriedly in the direction of the nursery - and knew he was on his own.

Carl Hendricks steered Devon into an empty room and closed the door.� For long minutes, the two men just looked at each other, waiting for the other to break.

Devon tried his very best to remain calm and determined; however, the OB/GYN was used to waiting and his patience seemed limitless.� Devon decided to go on the offensive.

"So you think there's something funny going on, huh?"

"Think?� Son, I know it - and I can prove it."� Carl allowed himself a smile, knowing he had Devon at a disadvantage.

Devon knew it too, but held his ground.� "What is your proof?"

Carl Hendricks' smile grew wider.� "You are, of course, aware of the genetic analyzer your father invented some years ago?"

Devon nodded, not getting the doctor's point.

"It's very useful in our pre- and postnatal testing.� In fact, every child born at this hospital in the last twenty years has been tested using your father's invention.� Quite a piece of machinery."

"What's your point, doctor?"

"My point is this:� We keep all of the test results.� Yours is on file, as is Ellie's.� We tested Kendra before and after being delivered.� In comparing the prenatal results, I found something interesting."� Hendricks paused, adding a bit of drama.

"I found that the three of you share the same genetic codes."

"How do you figure that?"� Devon's anger was mounting.

"Easy, son.� It's a matter of routine for us.� One of the benefits of your father's invention is that we can find genetic errors before they can become a problem.� In this case, I checked Ellie's scan for problems and didn't find any.� As a comparison, I checked yours, since it was available.� Again, no problems."

"Then I checked the prenatal scans we did on Kendra..."

"And you found them similar."� Devon sat heavily on the stool behind him.

"Bingo.� Too similar to be just a coincidence."

"Why are you telling me this and what are you going to do?"� Devon braced himself for the expected threat.

"I'm telling you this to warn you.� What I'm going to do is... nothing."

"Warn me?� I don't get it."

Dr. Hendricks sighed.� "If I found out, others can find out.� And they may not be as understanding as I am."� He turned and opened the door.

"Wait.� What's to say you won't go to the authorities?"

"Son, I understand the situation between you and Ellie - I've been there myself."� He smiled at Devon before disappearing into the hallway.

Devon watched the doctor leave, feeling uncertain and very vulnerable.� He stepped into the hallway and headed towards the nursery to find his family.

*�� *�� *

Lorne stood at the entrance to Ellie's room, his eyes scanning the corridor for any signs of Devon.� Minutes before, Carl Hendricks came by to check on Ellie and to offer his congratulations.� As they shook hands, Carl winked at him and left him with a cryptic message.

"You've got a great family, Lorne; keep up the good work!"

Lorne was still trying to figure out what he meant when Devon came around the corner, clearly in a hurry.

"Devon, where have you been?� Ellie's been asking about you!"

"I had a talk with Dr. Hendricks a few minutes ago."

"He was just here checking on your sister."� Lorne could tell Devon was upset about something.� "Son, what's bothering you?"

"He knows, Dad.� He told me he knows about me and Ellie being Kendra's parents."

"Wait a minute.� How does he know?"

"He told me your genetic analyzer told him."� Devon gave his father not quite an accusatory look.

"My genetic... oh, shit," Lorne said, the memory returning.

The genetic analyzer was actually part of the splicing unit he'd invented years ago while at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.� Quite by accident, they discovered the analyzer could be used to detect genetic errors in humans.� After some quick trials, the government approved it for obstetrics use first - it had proved more valuable than amniocentesis and other tests of the time.

"Didn't you know they used it here?"

"Devon, I forgot - I simply forgot."

"I don't see how, Dad; your patent and sales of the analyzer has made you rich."� Devon's tone was scathing.

"I didn't remember its use was SOP for maternity cases.� Oh, damn!"� Lorne pounded his fist against the wall, startling a pair of nurses.

Devon went over and placed a hand on his father's shoulder.� "Dad, there's no point in worrying about it now.� Hendricks just warned me to be careful, saying something about his being where I am before."

That explained Hendricks' remark.� Obviously, there was more to the good doctor than met the eye!

"Well, if there's nothing to worry about, let's go see your new daughter."

ETIENNE: THE NEW BREED

Part V, Chapter One

Kendra giggled in delight as her father nuzzled his face against her tummy, her little hands trying in vain to ward off the ticklish advance.

"Daddy!� Stop!" she managed between giggles.� "I give up!"� Devon looked at his daughter, his face flushed with the effort of blowing raspberries against her smooth skin.

"You'll think twice about smacking me on the butt, won't you?"

Unable to speak, Kendra could only nod.

"Okay - I'll cut you a break this time.� But if you do it again..."� To reinforce his mock threat, Devon tilted his head towards Kendra's exposed tummy, causing the youngster to start giggling again.

"I won't - I promise!"

Ellie sat in the rocking chair, watching the scene with barely hidden amusement.� Since Kendra's birth, so many things had changed within the family.

Ellie watched as Kendra crept up behind her retreating father, wincing at the sharp sound of her little hand on her father's backside.� More surprised than hurt, Devon's reaction to the unexpected attack was comical.� As he began a mock pursuit of the little troublemaker, Ellie laughed.

"You'll never catch her, Dev."

"Oh, I'll catch her, all right.� And when I do...!"

As the chase intensified, Ellie looked around the house, finding it hard to believe it was really theirs, even after all the time which had passed.

Ellie's happiness was displaced for just a moment by a feeling of loss.� Four years ago, the family had split up by necessity.� Their once spacious home was now a bit crowded with Kendra's arrival.� After talking it over with Devon, they had decided to set up their own home, much to everyone's displeasure.

*�� *�� *

"You want to do what?"

Lorne looked at his son and daughter, his face registering shock and surprise at the announcement.� Devon swallowed nervously; nonetheless, he held his ground.

"We want to move out on our own.� It's nothing personal, Dad."

"I don't understand why.� Aren't you two happy here?"

"Dad, it's not a question of happiness - it's one of necessity."

Lorne looked toward Etienne and Kymber; both women sat silently, wearing identical calm looks.

"Okay, son.� Explain it to me."

Devon stole a look at Ellie, who gave him a much-needed nod of support.� Taking a deep breath, he launched into his explanation.

"You once voiced a concern about our not getting out into the 'real world' and getting involved with other people.� We told you then the only thing we needed was each other.� Since that time, nothing has changed, except the size of the family."

"Go on," Lorne prompted.

"Since Kendra arrived, Ellie and I have been thinking about getting out on our own - but we want to stay together.� Then we had to think about you and Mom and Aunt Eti, too."

Kymber spoke for the first time.� "How did we get into this decision?"

Ellie took up the lead.� "Well, you guys deserve to be alone.� After all, Dad's retired and you and Mom haven't had to work for years."

"And you're not getting any younger," Devon added.

Etienne calm visage hid just a bit of a smile.� "Devon, darling, you didn't say that last night!"

Chuckles from the assembled family served to lighten what was turning out to be a tense moment as each remember the literal free-for-all which had taken place the night before.

"Ah, yeah, well..." Devon stumbled for a reply and, finding none, fell silent.

Eti raised a hand for silence.� "All of this aside, I think we understand what you're saying."� Nods from Lorne and Kymber confirmed her pronouncement.

"Dad," Devon began, "All we're saying is it's time for us to strike out on our own.� You've provided us with a great deal of love and security and it's time we repaid you by showing we can survive on the outside."

Lorne had to admit Devon had a point.� It was only a few years ago when he had addressed the same concern to Etienne.

After a few seconds of silence, Lorne made a decision.� "Okay.� Here's the deal.� You can either stay here and we'll go up to the cabin, or you can take the cabin."

Devon and Ellie looked at each other.

"That's a rather generous offer Dad," Ellie began.� "But we had something else in mind."

Lorne could barely contain his surprise - but managed.� Etienne and Kymber, however, had surprise written on their lovely features.

"I see.� Just what did you have in mind?"

"We were thinking about a little place we saw just south of where the cabin is.� I made some phone calls about it and it is available."

"I assume you can afford this place?"

"Well, we could use just a little help..."

"How much help are we talking about?"

Devon reached into his back pocket and handed his father a folded piece of paper.� After taking it, Lorne took a long look at the notes Devon had scribbled before passing it to Kymber, who passed it on to Eti.

The elder Williams' sat in complete silence, an action which only served to make the younger generation nervous.� After several minutes, Lorne finally spoke.

"Will you two excuse us for a moment?"

"Sure, Dad.� We have to check on Kendra anyway."� Filled with anticipation, Devon and Ellie left the room.

Making sure they were alone, Kymber broke the silence.

"Now we know what they've been doing with the money we've been giving them."

Lorne was clearly worried as he spoke.� "It isn't really a question of the money; it's more a question of them being together."

Eti and Kymber both realized the implication Lorne was hinting at.� Away from the relative safety of their home, Devon and Ellie ran the risk of being exposed to a world which didn't care very much for their chosen lifestyle.

Kymber finally spoke up.� "Honey, I'm sure the kids have thought this out."

Etienne nodded in agreement, adding, "It's not like they don't understand the risks involved."

As their parents continued to debate the matter, Devon and Ellie listened in on the conversation from the upper hallway.

"I don't think Dad's very happy about any of this," said Ellie.

"How could you tell?"

Before Ellie could respond, Lorne's voice reached out to them.

"You two can come down from the hallway now; we've made our decision."

Brother and sister wore identical embarrassed looks as they took seats on the sofa.� "We didn't really mean to eavesdrop, but..."

Lorne waved Devon's explanation off.� "We've decided to give you our blessing on this.� However, you have to be aware of some cold, hard facts."

"For one," started Kymber, "You will be responsible for the financial aspects of setting up house.� We'll help, naturally, but this isn't a free ride."

Eti added, "Please be careful out there; if the wrong person were to discover your activities, well, your lives will be ruined forever."

Devon nodded somberly.� Looking at his sister he said, "We understand the risks, but it has to be done.� Thank you all for understanding and supporting us in this.� We won't disappoint you."

Lorne stood and stretched.� "Then it's settled.� Let's go see this new home of yours!"

Part V, Chapter Two

Devon breathed a contented sigh as Ellie's mouth covered his erection with the liquid warmth he enjoyed so much.� The heat of her body against him, the firm yet gentle pressure of her tongue on his glans and the musky odor of her femininity combined to complete the euphoric state of mind he'd settled into.

Ellie so enjoyed giving her brother this type of pleasure.� There was something magical and satisfying about the feel of his cock in her throat and hearing his moans of delight as she suckled him.� Holding only the head of his shaft between her lips, Ellie's tongue traced lazy patterns across one particular spot, causing Devon to arch his back in response which, in turn, slid more of him into her hungry mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Ellie took him deep into her throat until the tip of her nose rested on Devon hair-covered pubic bone.� As expected, she could feel the tremors racing along the length of his shaft as it grew slightly thicker.� Ellie backed off just enough to keep Devon buried in her mouth while moving to a kneeling position beside him.

Devon took full advantage of Ellie's change in position, reaching over and grabbing the leg closest to him before she could settle in and continue.� As he guided her leg across his body, the pungent, heady aroma of Ellie's sex flooded Devon's senses as he positioned her over his mouth.� Ellie grunted in protest at this change in plans; however, she didn't offer much resistance.

Which was just fine with Devon.� Parting her moist labia with his lips, he found her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth with a loud slurping sound.� Her mouth filled with his hardness, Ellie moaned at the sensuous contact, giving them both quite a thrill.

Devon ate at her lustily, leaving no part of her tender sex untouched.� Her juices, a bit more tangy than usual, coated his face as Ellie slowly fucked his mouth.� He reached up to spread her firm, smooth bottom to expose the puckered ring of her anus.� Extending his tongue, Devon teased the orifice for only a moment before plunging his tongue into her well-lubricated slit.

*�� *�� *

Kendra watched the action from her hiding place in her parents' closet, her heart pounding.� It had taken the youngster a while to get up the courage to pull such a stunt; however, her curiosity had finally gotten the best of her.

For as long as she could remember, Kendra had wondered about the many sounds which came from her parents' bedroom.� Once, while playing in her room, she heard the sounds coming from the living room in the middle of the day!� When she went to investigate the moans,� groans, and laughter, she found her parents sitting together smiling at each other.� Even to her young mind, she knew something had taken place before her arrival - she just didn't know what.

So, she came up with a plan to find out.� Announcing she was going to bed early, the intrepid nine-year-old went in the direction of her room.� After making sure no one was following her, she ducked into their bedroom, going straight for the closet.� Once inside and safely concealed in a dark corner, Kendra sat quietly and waited.

She didn't have long to wait.� Kendra heard their footsteps as they entered the room, their voices just low enough for her not to make out what they were saying.� A rustle of clothes being removed told the youngster they were getting ready for bed.

Excitement flowed through Kendra as she heard her mother say something about her father's hands feeling good.� The sound of the bed creaking was followed closely by a lot of smacking and sucking sounds; Kendra could hear her father sighing, as he often did when he was feeling good about something.

As quietly as she could, Kendra made her way to the front of the closet, sliding the door open just enough to allow her an unobstructed view of the bed - and almost gasped aloud at the sight which greeted her.� With her eyes already accustomed to the darkness, Kendra could clearly see her mother putting her mouth on her father's 'thing'!� And, oh, boy, it was really big!� Much bigger than the other times she'd ever seen it!

Kendra felt warm and tingly as she watched her mother sit on her father's face.� From the happy look on her mother's face, Kendra guessed it really felt good, although she couldn't quite figure out why her father wasn't being smothered.

The young spy was having a difficult time sitting still as the scene continued to unfold.� Kendra jumped as her mother let out a loud cry, saying 'yes' to something over and over.� Kendra watched with a mixture of excitement and confusion as her mother rolled off to one side, breathing heavily.� Watching her father get to his knees, Kendra felt suddenly weak as she caught a glimpse of the gigantic 'thing' bobbing between her father's legs, wondering what was going to happen next.

Her confusion deepened as her dad crawled between her mother's open legs, which he held high and wide before laying down on top and moving up and down.� What was happening now?

*�� *�� *

Devon grunted as he slid into his sister, feeling his swollen member seating itself firmly against her pubis.� Slowly, he fucked into her, relishing the feel of her slippery sheath clasping him.� He looked down at Ellie, smiling at the look of bliss etched into her lovely features.

"Oh, it feels so nice," cooed Ellie, raising her hips in time to meet his urgent thrusts.� "Fill me, darling, give me your hot cock!"

"Hey, I aim to please, dearest," Devon responded.� He punctuated his statement by driving fully into her, his sac slapping against her buttocks.

"YES!� God, yes!� Give it to me hard, Dev!� Slam it to me!"

Devon repeated the deep thrust, the impact causing the entire bed to shake.� He could feel the building pressure in his testicles as they tightened in preparation to deliver their payload of love.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he declared, his movements increasing within Ellie.

"Shit, I don't want you to last.� Cream me - give it to me!"

Devon felt his body tense as the indescribable feeling crept up his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck.� For a moment, time stopped as he teetered on the edge.

"Oh, shit!� Oh, damn!" Devon gave into the sensation as he spilled into Ellie, the sticky fluid splashing against her sensitive walls.� Devon continued his erratic thrusts into Ellie as their juices combined to make the perfect lubricant.� Spent, he collapsed onto his sister, feeling her warm kisses on his neck and ears.

Wrapping her arms around the love of her life, Ellie held Devon close, feeling his manhood shrinking inside her and his seed slowly seeping from her.� Ellie was about to voice her appreciation when she heard a sound.

"Dev?� What was that?"

Exhausted and drained, Devon could barely lift his head.� "What was what?"

"I heard a noise - sounds like it's coming from the closet."

*�� *�� *

Kendra felt funny, like she was going to faint.� In a moment of confusion, she fell back wards, knocking over a tennis racket.� The sound of the racket crashing to the floor froze her in place - she knew her parents heard it.� Ice-cold panic quickly displaced the warm, fuzzy feelings as she heard someone get up and walk in the direction of the closet.

The door slid quickly open and Kendra was greeted with a close-up view of her father's naked body, his 'thing' once again small and covered with white goo.� Kendra held her breath as her father looked past her to the back of the closet, now wishing she hadn't been so foolish.

Devon was about to close the door when he spotted the overturned racket - and the nine-year-old sitting next to it.

"I think I found the noise you heard," Devon announced while motioning for Kendra to step out of her hiding place.

Ellie turned onto her stomach - and saw her daughter standing next to Devon, clearly afraid.� Looking closer, she could see Kendra's flushed complexion and realized the very young lady had been hiding in the closet during their lovemaking.

"My, my!� What do we have here?"

Devon led Kendra over to the bed and sat down.� Moving to the side just a bit, he pointed to a spot between himself and Ellie.� After a moment of hesitation, Kendra sat between her parents.

"Looks like to me we had a spectator," Devon said.

"So it would seem.� Honey, what were you doing in there?"

Kendra's face burned hot with embarrassment, so much she wished to be anywhere except sitting here.

"Kendra?� Your mother asked you a question."

Knowing she could no longer avoid answering, Kendra tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

"I, um, wanted to, um, know why you and Daddy made those funny sounds."

Barely able to stifle a laugh, Devon looked at his sister, who was hiding her face in the sheet, her body shaking with laughter.� Devon reached over and pulled the sheet away.

"C'mon, El," his tone now serious.� "We have to address this and there's no better time than now."

Ellie propped herself up on an elbow, wiping tears from her eyes.� "Yes, you're right," she finally replied, after taking a few seconds to compose herself.

For a very long moment, Devon sat looking at his daughter, drinking in her budding beauty.� Her brown hair, braided into tight rows, hung to her shoulders; light brown eyes set into an oval face the complexion of coffee (extra cream, thank you) peered into his with uncertainty.� Under the full-length nightgown, Devon knew, was a nicely developing body.� His mind touched on the memory of her smooth, hairless pussy, feeling a rush of excitement course through him.

Kendra shifted uncomfortably on the bed under her father's suddenly intense gaze.� The way he was looking at her made her feel... good, in a funny way.� At first, she was scared and nervous; then a little angry when Mom and Dad started laughing at her question.� Now, for some reason she didn't understand, the fear and anger went away.

Devon waited a few more seconds for Kendra to relax - and to keep his erection from becoming more apparent.� Finally, he spoke.

"You know that your mother and I love you very much, right?"� Kendra nodded - she just loved it when her parents showed their affection.

"Okay.� Well, we also love each other very much.� Tell me, how many ways can you think of to show someone you love them?"� Kendra's face became a study in concentration - you could almost see her young mind working on an answer.

"Well, there are hugs and kisses - and stuff for your birthday and Christmas."

"A good answer, Kendra.� So, let's talk about hugs and kisses for a moment, okay?"

"Okay."

"There are times when we want to show you how much we love you, we'll give you a kiss or a hug - sometimes both.� When your mother and I want to show each other how much we love each other, we'll hug and kiss, too."

Kendra didn't have much of a problem with this and said so.� "You and Mom are always hugging and kissing."

Ellie laughed softly.� "There are times, my darling daughter, when we want to show our love in other ways.� You've seen us cuddling and holding hands?� Well, we often show love by touching each other."

A light went on in Kendra's mind, suddenly putting two and two together.�� Gathering her courage, she asked a question.

"Were you and Dad having sex?"

Devon answered.� "Yes.� How do you know about it?"

"I heard Melissa Hargrove talking about it.� She said it was nasty."

"Well, Melissa was wrong, dear.� Sex is not nasty or dirty.� It is a special way for people to show love for each other."

"May I ask a question?"

"You most certainly may."

"If having sex shows how much you love someone, why don't you have sex with me?� Don't you love me?"

Devon reached over and wrapped his arms around Kendra.� "Oh, baby, your mother and I love you very much!"

Even though Kendra knew this was true, she held her ground.� "Then how come you don't?"

"It's not as easy as that," Ellie said.� "There are some things you just aren't ready to deal with yet - and a lot of things you don't understand."

Kendra frowned.� "May I ask another question?"

"Go right ahead."

"Does having sex make you happy?� When I was in the closet, you looked happy."

"Yes, darling, having sex makes me very happy."

"Then I want to be very happy, too."

"Kendra, honey, there are so many things you have to learn first."

"Then teach me."

Devon looked at his daughter and felt his erection returning.

"Honey, this is a pretty big step to take.� Are you sure this is what you want?"

"You told me it's your job to make me happy.� You told me that you love me very much."

"I do."

"Then I'm confused; if you are telling the truth, then you should show me your love like you do with Mom."

Ellie leaned over and said, "She's got you there, Dev."

Devon could only nod - it wasn't hard for him to see Kendra's point.� "There is something you have to know before anything happens."

"Like what?"

"People don't think that mothers and fathers should show love to their children by having sex with them."

"Why?"

"It's a little hard to explain, but I'll do my best.� Do you remember the story on the news a little while ago, about the man who got arrested for something he did with his son?"

"That child abuse thing?"

"Yes.� There are laws in our country which say if a grown-up has sex with a child, he or she can go to jail."

"Mrs.� Mitchell was talking about that in school last week.� Is this the same thing?"

Ellie said, "It depends on who you're talking to.� Your father and I don't see it that way.� Neither does your grandfather and grandmother or your aunt Kymber."

"Why?"

"We are a family and families should always show their love for each other in every way they can."

"You've told me this before.� It's stupid for families not to love each other."

"Well," Devon began, "there are people who think that families who love each other should be punished."

"Another question?"

"Go ahead."

"When you were growing up, did you love your family like this?"

"Yes, we did."

"Did you think it was wrong?"

"Never.� I love my sister very much."

"Did you have sex with her, too?"

"All the time.� In fact, I still do."

Kendra was confused.� "Where is your sister?� I don't remember ever seeing her."

Ellie spoke up.� "I'm right here, sweetheart."

Kendra's eyes went wide, looking first at her mother then snapping around to look at her father.� "But, you're my mother...� Wait a minute."

Devon looked over at Ellie.� "I think she's beginning to understand."

Ellie smiled back.� "I always said she was a smart girl."

Kendra's mind was a whirlwind of thought as the implication solidified in her mind.� "Does Grandmom and Granddad know?"

"Who do you think taught us?"

The room grew quiet as Kendra thought things through.� Well, as much as her young mind could, anyway.� "May I be excused now?� I have a lot of thinking to do."

"Before you go," said Devon, "may I ask you a question?"

"Uh huh."

"Does this bother you?"

"I don't know.� I love you and Mom very much and I want you to love me."

"And we want to you to love us, just as much as we want to love you.� But, like I said, it's a pretty big step to take."

Part V, Chapter Three

Kendra stood and stretched; even though the hour had grown late, she wasn't in the least bit tired.� She wasn't sure if she understood everything her parents had told her so far; somehow, though, Kendra knew they were telling her the truth.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry to be so much trouble, but I have to ask another question, if I may."

"Honey," Ellie said, "you can ask all the questions you want.� We'll do our best to answer them all."

"We can't let anyone know how much we love each other, can we?"

"Sadly, no.� The truth is society just doesn't understand things the way we do."

Kendra looked over at her parents, taking in their nakedness.� She couldn't help but notice her father's penis, which had grown large again.� Nor could she deny the feelings the sight of it stirred within her.� She watched as her mother stood and walked to the bathroom, noting the size of her breasts and the way her body curved in certain places.

"Dad?"

"Yes, honey?"

"When I grow up, will I look like Mom?"

Devon had also gotten to his feet.� He smiled and said, "I certainly hope so!� You're growing into a beautiful young lady."

"Dad, will you love me forever?"� Kendra just couldn't take her eyes off her father's body.� Was it getting warmer in the room?

"Forever and ever!"

Kendra turned at the sound of the toilet flushing.� A moment later, Ellie returned.� As she approached, Kendra got a good look at the thatch of hair covering her mother's secret place.�� Absently, her hand went to her own place, which she knew didn't have hair - yet.

"Mom?� Will you love me forever, too?"

"Of course I will, love!� With all of my heart."� Ellie looked over at Devon, who just shrugged.� There was something significant about these questions; however, he had no idea where they were going.

"I love you both very much and I want to make you happy."

"We love you, too, honey - your happiness is all that matters to us."

The room got even warmer as Kendra made a decision, pulling her nightgown over her head and letting it drop to the floor.� Her body was tingling all over, especially between her legs.� On legs she suddenly didn't trust, Kendra crossed the short distance between herself and her parents.

"Then I want you to make me happy and to love me."

Kendra reached out and wrapped her arms around her father, feeling the warmth of his body surround her.� Being tall for her age, Devon's penis rested against her chest - she could feel it growing between them.� Turning to her mother, she repeated the embrace.� The musky scent of her mother's place reached her and she found it exciting.� Releasing her hold, Kendra climbed onto the bed.� "Teach me how to love you the way you love each other."

Devon and Ellie looked at each other before looking at their daughter.� She looked so vulnerable and innocent as she offered herself to them.� And knew what had to be done.� As their parents had taught them, love was to be shared, without shame or deception.� And, they both knew, this was the moment they were waiting for.� They also knew it had to be Kendra's choice, for love should never be forced.� Devon and Ellie took places on either side of their daughter.

Kendra could feel her blood pounding through her body as first her father, then her mother kissed her gently on each cheek.

"Are you sure this is what you want, love?" asked Devon, feeling the surge of love flowing through him as well.

"Yes, I'm sure.� I want you to love me."

"Then you will be loved, my darling," said Ellie.

"What should I do?"

"Whatever comes to you.� In love, everything is okay."

Devon lowered his head, letting his tongue flick out and over the still-forming buds on Kendra's chest, the touch sending jolts of excitement through her.

"That tickles!," she said, as her mother joined in, gently sucking on the other nipple.

"Yeah, feels nice, doesn't it?"

"It sure does!"

Kendra gave in to the many sensations, allowing herself to be carried away by the moment.� While her parents explored her body, Kendra let her hands roam freely over theirs.� Smooth hardness on one side contrasted sharply against the silky softness on the other as her hands touched everything within their reach.� Was it hot in here, or what!

Devon worked his way down Kendra's body until he reached her nearly-hairless sex, noticing the fine hairs which were beginning to sprout.� Gently, he parted her legs and let his tongue slide between the sweet flesh until it reached the small bud of her clitoris.� The results were electric!

Kendra had been sucking on the nipple Ellie had offered her, bringing back pleasant memories of her, ahem, younger days as an infant when she felt the first touch of her father's mouth.� His kisses 'down there' were really heating up the room when his tongue slid wetly across a certain spot when the world exploded in her head.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as the nipple fell from her hungry lips, her back arching upwards in response.� "What was that?"

Ellie kissed her on the ear and whispered, "Just your father loving you.� How does it feel?"

As Devon continued to lick her clitoris, Kendra was caught in a mixture of emotions - answering her mother's question suddenly became a difficult thing to do.� Kendra wrapped her arms tightly around her mother and held on for dear life.

Devon was lost in lapping up the sweet offerings of his daughter's pussy as he inserted his tongue into her.� Glancing upwards, he saw the look of total surprise cross the youngster's face as she held on to her mother, who was stroking her lightly and whispering calming words into her ear.� Seeing all was well, he returned to his licking and sucking, lifting Kendra's legs higher to expose more of her.

Ellie was beginning to feel left out.� She managed to escape Kendra's grasp and positioned herself until her brother's manhood was directly in front of her.� Ellie closed her mouth around the spongy glans and sucked hard.

Kendra felt a moment of disappointment as her mother moved away.� Looking down, she could see her father's penis disappearing into Ellie's mouth, which made her father suck harder and faster on her rapidly overheating center.� Turning her head, she looked right into her mother's sex, hidden behind a mass of curly hair.� With her only free hand - the other was now full of her father's hair, Kendra reached up and slid her fingers into the tangle of hair, finding it very wet and very hot.� Gathering more courage, Kendra searched around the wetness, letting her fingers explore every inch.� A chain-reaction of events was taking place:� As Devon ate Kendra, she worked her hand faster between Ellie's legs.� In turn, Ellie was enticed into gobbling down more of Devon's shaft, which accelerated his efforts between Kendra's legs.

As with all good things, this one was quickly coming to the end.� For Kendra, the world just went crazy as something broke loose inside of her.� Unknowingly, she jammed her rather small hand into Ellie's vagina up to her wrist, setting off an intense orgasm within the older woman.� As Ellie got washed away, flooding Kendra's hand with hot juices, she sucked harder on Devon's swollen glans.� A twitch, and she soon tasted the warm stickiness of his seed as he thrust into her mouth.

For a long moment, they lay very still, each one lost in their own feelings.� Ellie reached down and removed Kendra's hand from her wet orifice before sitting up.� Looking over at her brother, she could see him recovering, his chest heaving as he sucked in long, deep breaths.� Turning her attention to Kendra, she placed a hand on her tummy, feeling the muscles trembling slightly.

"Kendra, honey?"

Kendra's eyes were partially closed - her lips parted slightly.� For a moment, she didn't respond and Ellie became worried.� As she touched her face, Ellie was surprised to find it wet with tears.

"Kendra?"

"Hmm?"

Relieved, Ellie asked, "Are you okay, honey?"

"Hmm?"

Devon had joined Ellie by their daughter's side, exchanging worried looks - until Kendra smiled.

"Hi, Dad.� Hi, Mom.� Where are we?"� Kendra raised her head and tried to focus her eyes onto her surroundings.� Finding it made her dizzy, she let Ellie cradle her head, snuggling up to the warmth of her mother's body.

"You're in our bedroom - do you remember what happened?"

"Hmm?" came the sleepy reply.

"Guess not," replied Devon.

Ellie looked into the now-sleeping face of her daughter.� "Let her sleep - we'll talk to her in the morning."

Yawning, Devon agreed.� With their loving daughter between them, Devon and Ellie drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Part V, Chapter Four

Kendra had never felt so warm and comfortable before in her young life.� Visions of warm summer days floated through her mind; she knew she was so very happy.� Everything was so right in the world!

Her pleasant thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud noise, causing her to open her eyes.� Yawning, she tried to stretch, only to find herself unable to move.� Still a little disoriented, it took her a few seconds to realize where she was, where the noise was coming from - and why she couldn't move!� Fully opening her eyes, blinking against the ray of sunlight peeking into the room, she looked into her mother's sleeping face.� If her mother was here, then the noise she heard must be...

Reaching out, her hand came in contact with her father's hardness, throbbing gently against his stomach.� He grunted something Kendra couldn't make out and shifted slightly at her touch.� Realization dawned on her as the memories of the previous night returned with full force.

"They loved me," she whispered, feeling a soothing calm embrace her.� Turning her head, she looked at her mother - and found her looking back at her!

"Good morning, little one!� How are you?"

"Fine, thank you.� I slept like a log.� Did we...?"

"We most certainly did, sweetie.� Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes, I did.� But..."

"But what?"

"Was that all there is to it?"� Deep inside, Kendra hoped there would be much more.

"Oh, yes!� There's so much we have to show you - but you can't learn it all at one time!"

Kendra smiled happily.� "I can't wait to learn more!"

Ellie got a deliciously evil thought at that moment.� Keeping her voice low, she whispered "You ready for lesson number two?"� She looked over at her sleeping brother and smiled.

Kendra followed her mother's gaze, coming to rest on Devon's erection.� To a nine-year-old, it appeared impossibly huge.� She looked back at her mother with a questioning look, not really knowing what to do.

Ellie could see the doubt on the youngster's face and gave her a hint by sliding a finger in and out of her mouth.

Kendra's eyes went wide - was her mother kidding?� How was she supposed to get that huge snake into her mouth?� Still, she loved challenges...� Slowly, Kendra moved towards her sleeping father, eyes focused on her objective until her face was just mere inches away.� She stole a look back at Ellie, who nodded and smiled.

Taking a deep breath, Kendra examined her victim... uh, father closely, fascinated at the length and thickness of him.� Ringed with large veins, it throbbed like it had a life of its own.� Licking her lips - and taking one last look at her mother, Kendra allowed her pink tongue to extend and touch the beautifully sculpted crown of his penis.� Withdrawing, she sampled Devon's somewhat tangy taste and, finding it pleasant, bent once again.� Carefully, she took him into her small hand, marveling at the way it felt - smooth, yet hard.

As she shifted her position slightly she squeezed the shaft, causing a clear drop of... something to appear at the tip.� Kendra looked toward her mother, who helped her by opening her mouth and closing it on the tip of her finger and sucking until the tip of her finger appeared.� Trembling with anticipation - and a bit of fear, Kendra captured the pulsing glans, closing her tiny mouth around it.� She sucked gently and the salty drops coated her tongue.� Finding them rather tasty she swirled her tongue around, searching for more drops.

Devon moaned slightly and, unknowingly, shifted his position.� The movement slid a full inch of cock into Kendra's mouth, triggering her gag reflex for a moment and filling her mouth with saliva that ran in rivulets down the shaft.

Ellie held her breath when seeing Kendra's moment of distress.� Although it looked as if the youngster had things under control, she flashed her an "OK" and relaxed when Kendra nodded in return.� Sticking out her tongue, Ellie made circling motions with it against the tip of her finger.

Kendra was beginning to understand how this was done.� Emboldened by her success so far, she let her tongue flow over her father's cock-head, delighted in the taste and feel.� A bit braver still, she tried to imitate the bobbing motion she saw her mother use last night.� Oh, yeah, this was much better - and easier, too - than trying to hold it in her mouth.� Slowly increasing her speed, Kendra lost herself in her task.� She learned if she pushed the skin up along the shaft, more of those tasty drops would appear.

Devon was dreaming - or at least he thought so.� In his dream, full sensuous lips were surrounding his penis, giving him incredible pleasure.� He smiled, relaxing to enjoy the special treat his dream was giving him...

Ellie's smile matched Devon's as she watched her little girl enjoying herself.� She was gaining confidence, her actions becoming bolder and sure.� It wouldn't take very long now.

Kendra's tongue poked and prodded the tiny slit she discovered for a few seconds before running along the ridges of the crown.� She found a curiously flat spot, where the ridges met and ran her tongue over it, feeling Devon's shaft jerk in her hand.

"Did I do that?" she asked herself and did it again.� This time, the elongated snake jerked twice, dumping more of the delicious stuff onto her tongue.

In his dream, Devon was close to spilling his seed into that wonderful mouth.� He reached down and cupped his hands around the face of the dream person pleasing him.� He wanted to thrust into that face but he didn't want to ruin the glorious feelings.� Any moment, now - oh, God, this was feeling so good!

Ellie could see - and Kendra could feel - Devon's cock pulsing strongly with each passing second as the youngster continued to probe the flat spot continuously.� Ellie looked past Kendra's fist, noting how tight Devon's sac had become.

Devon felt himself right on the edge of orgasm, the incredibly delicious feeling building inside him.� They raced along his nerve endings, crossing a certain threshold.� Devon began to wake up as the orgasmic tide continued to swell.� Of their own volition, his eyes opened; he looked down and saw...

The sight of Kendra's face full of throbbing maleness, coupled with the onrushing force of ejaculation kicked Devon right over the edge.

"Kenny?" he managed to say before the intense feeling overtook him.� He hit the wall hard as his seed flowed into her hot mouth.

"Oh, SHIT!!"

Kendra was in over her head as the hot, sticky liquid quickly filled her mouth, spilling out over her lips, down the exposed shaft and onto her hand.� "This new stuff has a stronger taste," she thought while trying to hold onto the jerking snake in her hand.� She grabbed on with both hands as Devon continued to empty himself.

Devon was locked in the stasis grip of his orgasm/ejaculation.� He couldn't think, couldn't move - all he could do was pump sperm into his daughter's mouth until, finally, he was released from the paralysis, drained and, yes, sated.

Kendra rose to a sitting position, covered with goo.� It was all over her hands and face - and it felt wonderful!

While Devon struggled with trying to figure out what was going on, Ellie moved next to Kendra and began to lick the cooling seed from her daughter's face.� Scooping up a small bit of it, Ellie slipped her tongue between Kendra's lips, giving the exhausted youngster some of the fruits of her labors.

Kendra felt her mother's tongue inside her mouth along with the gobbet of sticky stuff.� Still very new at all of this, she awkwardly returned Ellie's kiss, feeling the stuff sliding down her throat.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine - did I do it right?"

Ellie looked over at the blank look on Devon's face before looking back at Kendra.� "I think you did just fine, baby.� I also think your father knows you really do love him - even if he doesn't know where he is right now!"

Mother and daughter laughed as they made their way into the bathroom, leaving Devon in the bed wondering what he missed.

Part V, Chapter Five

"She did what?"� Lorne managed to ask between peals of laughter.

"You heard me, Dad," Devon said, his face darkening.� "I thought I was dreaming an when I woke up, I saw Kendra sucking away on me like it was nobody's business."

"You know Ellie put her up to it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I figured as much.� You know what the surprising part was?"

"What?"

"She was incredible.� Dad, I'm telling you, she handled it like an old pro."� Devon looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Well, maybe not like an old pro, but she didn't do bad for her first time."

Lorne watched his son with undisguised amusement; the younger man was obviously beside himself in disbelief.� He was also aware of a feeling of pride swelling in his heart, seeing Devon carrying on the family tradition.

"Well, son, I'm glad to see things are starting to work out for you.� Where's Kenny now?"

"Upstairs with Mom, El and Eti, I think, probably talking about me - I think my ears feel a little warm."

Lorne chuckled again.� "Hey, don't look to me for sympathy!"

Devon smiled sheepishly.� "I didn't really expect any."

"Glad to hear it.� How's the house coming along?"

*�� *�� *

Kendra lay next to Etienne, paying close attention to what her great aunt was saying, not daring to even blink lest she miss something.

"...then you spread these open, like so and - there's what you're looking for."

Kendra watched in utter fascination as Eti spread Kymber's labia, exposing her clitoris.� On the other side of Kymber, Ellie watched passively.

Kymber, however, was just on the other side of heaven, enjoying being the 'practice dummy' for the youngest member of the family.� So far, she'd been kissed, licked and nibbled by both Eti and Ellie, no part of her upper body was left untouched.� And, of course, after being shown what to do, young Kendra had to practice.� Her nipples still tingled after a particularly energetic sucking from Kenny.

"What do I do next?" Kendra asked, clearly enjoying this class in loving.

"Oh, that's easy, sweetheart," Eti answered.� "You use your tongue like this..."� Eti lowered her mouth to Kymber's waiting flesh, using her tongue to paint a wide, wet stripe the entire length of her slit, then lightly caressing the exposed head of her clitoris with just the tip.

Kymber shivered at the raspy feel of Eti's tongue, sighing with contentment.� She felt the evasive muscle at her entrance, probing gently and she tried to capture it - to no avail.� Kymber knew this to be very valuable for Kendra's sake - but damn!� Etienne's teasing was driving her insane.

"Now, you try it," Eti instructed, switching places with Kendra.

Kendra moved into position and, as instructed, lifted Kymber's knees and spread them.� Next, her fingers searched through the thicket of auburn hair until she found what she was looking for and with renewed confidence, opened her aunt's outer labia.

"Hey!� You were right!� It's right where you said it would be!"

The three older women bit back their laughter.

"Of course it is, honey," Ellie said.� "My mother wouldn't lie to you."

Licking her lips, Kendra proceeded to the next part of the test.� Lowering her mouth, she let her tongue paint a swatch of saliva from the bottom of Kymber's slit to the top of her clitoris, pausing to flutter her tongue across the head.

For Kymber, it was one lick too many, for her barely contained lust escaped the cage she was holding it in.� As Kendra continue to lick and tease, Kymber looked at Ellie and used her head to call her.� When Ellie leaned forward, Kymber surprised her by suddenly reaching up and locking their lips together.� Instinctively, Ellie returned the kiss as she melted into the older woman's arms.

Etienne watched the scene, also surprised at the suddenness of Kymber's movement.� "Well, Kenny," she said while moving to a position just behind the youngster.� "It looks like you've started something.� Eti used her hands to move Kendra's legs until she was on her knees.� Turning onto her back into the desired position, Etienne helped herself to Kendra's young flesh, using her moist tongue as an artist would use a paintbrush.

Meanwhile, Kymber's lust raged out of control as she lavished hot, wet kissed on each of Ellie's erect nipples while rubbing her niece's clit furiously.

"Oh, yes," Ellie moaned.� "Oh, right there, Kymmie.� Do it, oh, do it!"� Her own lust rapidly catching up to her, Ellie changed one source of pleasure for another, straddling the older woman's face and lowering her pussy onto her mouth.

"Oh, shit yes!� Now that's more like it!"� Ellie cried out delightedly as her aunt brought her talented mouth to bear on her heated flesh.� Ellie looked down at her daughter, who was giving it the old college try.� "Eat her, baby, show Kymmie how much you love her!"

Like Kendra really needed the extra encouragement!� Etienne's tongue in her hot pussy, combined with the dizzying taste, feel and scent of Kymber's cunt was proving to be more than she could deal with at one time.� Not experienced with being able to concentrate on more than one thing at a time, Kendra abandoned her grandmother's soaking wet snatch, feeling the wetness left on her face.

No problem there, though.� Ellie quickly took her daughter's place between Kymber's legs, determined to give as good as she was getting - and then some.

Kendra shook with the electric feeling of Eti's tongue probing her insides.� Unable to remain in the sitting position any longer, Kendra fell forward - and right into the biggest clit (that was the word for it, wasn't it?) she'd seen yet, knowing she just had to 'practice' on it as well.� After Etienne assisted her by spreading her legs wide, Kendra captured the giant-sized clit, shocked at the size and feel of it.� It filled her mouth, hot and fat - this was so much fun!

*�� *�� *

"So you figured out how to get the computer to turn the lights on and off after all!"� Lorne asked before taking another sip of his drink.

"Yeah, it took a while..."� Devon stopped in mid-sentence.

"What's wrong, son?" Lorne asked, instantly alert.

"Nothing, I think.� You know, they've been up there an awful long time."

"What's your point?"

"Don't you think we should check on them or something?"

"You're kidding, right?� Stop worrying about Kenny; I'm sure they're filling her head with all kinds of good things."

Kymber laughed softly as she gathered herself onto her knees, moving to one side as not to awaken the sated youngster.� Just in time to feel the 12-inch long, 4-inch thick dildo bludgeon its way into her.

"Hi there, my darling step-mother; I've been waiting for you!"

"Ugh!" Kymber grunted as the huge tool pulled out and slammed into her again.� She felt her sister/daughter get a firm grip on her shapely hips to hold her steady - and to keep Kymber from escaping.

"Damn it!� I don't know where you got that from, but keep it going, darling.� Ream me with it!"

"Oh, you can count on it, dearest," Etienne answered, her voice low and husky.

*�� *�� *

"Okay, I've had just about enough of waiting!� I'm going up there!"� Devon launched himself out of his chair, heading for the staircase.

"Devon!� Hold up!"� Lorne almost tripped over his own chair attempting to catch up with his impatient son.

Being younger and, hence, faster, Devon made it up the steps, taking them three at a time, stopping at the top.� Looking left then right, he tried to determine where the women were.� On a hunch, Devon headed towards his old bedroom - with his father right behind him.

*�� *�� *

Etienne looked down at the perspiration-drenched form of her step-mother, taking extra care in removing the mini-dildo from her tender orifice.� Even semi-conscious, Kymber's prone form continued to twitch in response as her final orgasm cascaded through her.� Nodding to herself and feeling quite satisfied with a job well done, Eti placed the impressive implement on the floor next to the bed before curling up next to the closest warm body, falling instantly asleep.

*�� *�� *

Lorne caught up with Devon just as he reached the door of his former room.� "I wouldn't go in there," he warned.

"Why not?� Is there something going on you're not telling me?"

Lorne held up his hands defensively.� "No, no.� Of course not, son."

"Then there's no reason why I shouldn't go in."

Lorne had to think about that for a moment before answering.� "No, I suppose not."

"I didn't think so."

Devon turned the doorknob and gave it a little push, the door opening soundlessly.� Peering around the doorjamb and looking to the left, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so he poked his head further into the room, looking to the right.

Behind him, Lorne whispered, "What is it?� What do you see?"

Devon stepped fully into the room, followed by his father, who followed his gaze.

"Will you look at this?" Devon whispered.

"Oh, my goodness," breathed Lorne.� "What the hell happened in here?"

Father and son looked in total disbelief at the women of the Williams family, all peacefully sleeping with their bodies interlaced with one another.

"I'll be damned if I know, Dad," Devon admitted, noticing his daughter nestled like a spoon against his mother, thumb in mouth, sound asleep.� And totally naked, just like his mother, aunt, and sister.

Lorne scratched his head.� "Whatever it was, it must have really been something - it's a shame we missed it."

As he crossed to the night stand to turn off the light, Devon's foot brushed against something.� "Hey, look at this!"� He bent over and picked up the object, holding it up for his father to see.

"Jesus!"� Lorne exclaimed, taking the monster dildo from Devon.� "What in the world is this?"

Devon had made his way back to his father's side.� "I've got a better question.� Who used it on whom?"� He frowned for a moment before his eyes went wide with alarm.

Lorne saw the look - he was thinking the same thing.� "I'm sure they didn't..." he started.

"Lord, I hope not!" Devon hissed, going over to Kendra's sleeping form.� Gently, he opened her legs, looking for any signs of blood and finding none.� Gingerly, he inserted a finger into her.

Kendra smiled and said, "Yummy.� More please."

Lorne and Devon exchanged mystified looks, both wondering what she was dreaming.

Devon's finger continued to probe his daughter's tight orifice until he came in contact with her hymen.� Finding it intact, he withdrew his finger, noticing it was slick with girl stuff.

He motioned for his father to follow him out of the room.� Once safely in the hallway, Devon first sniffed then sucked the juices from his finger.

"Well, that thing wasn't used on her, but she's had herself one hell of an evening."

Lorne nodded in agreement.� "I can't wait to hear about this in the morning."

Part V, Chapter Six

"Will you please sit still!"

Kendra winced under her mother's sharp tone, willing herself to sit patiently while Ellie finished with her hair.

"I can't help it," she complained.� "I'm a little nervous."

Ellie inserted an amber-colored bead, putting the finishing touch on the last braid.� "I know this is a big event for you, but it's nothing to get wired over."

Kendra turned and looked at her mother.� "I'm a few hours away from becoming a woman and you think it's nothing to be wired about?"

Ellie regarded the 13-year-old with a mixture of pride and amusement.� She and Devon had agreed the day after the all-girl orgy on waiting a while before Kendra would be allowed to officially give up her virginity.� The decision was met with a great deal of disappointment, however.� Ellie remembered how much Kendra had protested all too well.

*�� *�� *

"But, Mom!� I'm ready for it!"� Twelve years old, going on thirty, Kendra stomped across the room, flopping down on Devon's recliner.

"I'm sure you really believe that, Kenny.� The bad news is I don't agree with you."

"You're being unreasonable."

Ellie hated when Kendra got like this.� "I am not being unreasonable.� In fact, it's more reasonable than you can imagine."

"I have to have him inside me - I need to feel my father's cock inside me."

A bit of a filthy mouth, too, it would seem.

"And I want you to have him - it's all he talks about anymore.� But, you're not old enough for the implant."

"Oh, that again."

"Yes, that - again.� Your father and I feel it would be better for you to wait until you've had the contraceptive implant done.� This way, you can go for what you know without ever having to worry about having children at your age."

"It didn't seem to stop you.� I remember you telling me you were 16 when you had me."

"Sometime I think Granddad invented it just to frustrate me."

Ellie rolled her eyes heavenward.� "Kendra, please.� Try to look at it from our point."

Kendra didn't have one problem understanding her mother's point.� In fact, she actually agreed with it - better to be safe than sorry.� This was just Kendra's way of pushing the situation, hoping to get under her mother's skin just enough to allow her to join with her father.

"I know where you stand.� I have to be 13 to legally have the implant and I won't be 13 for another three months."

"Then why do we have to keep going through this?"

"I might get lucky and you'll change your mind."� Kendra flashed her mother an impish smile.

"Fat chance, young lady.� Nice try, though.� Now, let's get ready for dinner."

"Oh, all right."

*�� *�� *

It seemed to Kendra the three months lasted three years.� She glanced down at the gold and silver bracelet on her left wrist.� Born from Lorne's genetic scanner technology, the bracelet was the only visible part of the contraceptive device.� Implanted under the skin of her forearm, just above her wrist, a receiving device had been placed - the bracelet was the transmitter.� Attuned precisely to her genetic structure, the transmitter sent a coded signal to the receiver which prevented her from becoming pregnant.� If pregnancy was desired after implantation, all the wearer had to do was remove the bracelet and place it in a special box which cut off the signal.� Since no two genetic patterns were exactly alike, each bracelet had its own unique signal.

Kendra didn't quite understand how it worked, even though her grandfather and father explained it to her a few times.� She knew the bracelet represented a breakthrough of major proportions to the medical community, as well as making her grandfather an extremely wealthy man; however, to Kendra it meant the fulfillment of a life-long desire.

"When will Dad be home?"

Ellie looked at the wall clock.� "In about forty-five minutes.� You'd better go get ready."

Kendra nodded and headed for her bedroom.� Once inside, she stood in front of the mirror as she undressed.� Pulling her shirt over her head exposed her breasts, taking note of her nipples which were already erect in anticipation.� Frowning, she remembered her father liked her mother's large, pendulous breasts; immediately, she worried about whether or not he'd find hers attractive.� "I'm sure he'll like them - he spends a lot of time looking at them," she assured herself.� Satisfied, her gaze when down her flat tummy to the nest of light brown hair surrounding her mons.

"A little too bushy," she said aloud.� Opening a drawer, Kendra withdrew a pair of scissors.� Soon the room was filled with the slight sound of hair being cut as she trimmed the excess hair.� After a few well-placed snips, Kendra was finally satisfied with the results.� Checking the clock by the bed, Kendra saw she only had twenty minutes to get ready.

After making sure her braids were covered, Kendra stepped into the shower spray.� The hot water soothed and relaxed her tense body.� Grabbing the body shampoo, Kendra quickly worked up a luxurious lather; within minutes, she was clean and refreshed.� Stepping from the warmth of the shower into the relative coolness of the bathroom sent a delicious chill through her, further hardening her nipples.

Kendra quickly dried herself.� After remembering to hang up the damp towel, she rushed into her room, looking at the clock.

She muttered a curse; "I've only got ten minutes left!"� Kendra was in the process of spraying her favorite perfume on her when a soft chime sounded - the intercom her father had installed a couple of years ago when she had fractured her ankle after falling out of a tree.

"Kenny?"

"Yes, Mom - I'm here."

"Your father's home."

"I'm almost ready."

Ellie could tell her daughter had been rushing to complete her preparation.� Serves her right for taking too long in the shower!

"Take your time, honey; he just went upstairs and should be in the bathroom even as we speak."

"Does he suspect anything?"� Kendra was counting on taking her father completely by surprise.

"Not a thing."

"Mom, thanks."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"Enjoy yourself, darling."

"I will, believe me!"

Kendra could hear her mother's soft laughter just before the intercom clicked off.� Another glance at the clock told her she had about five extra minutes.� Crossing to her closet, she reached inside to retrieve the package containing the teddy nightgown she'd bought for this special night.

Removing it from the box, Kendra held it up to the light, hoping her father would like its sea-green color.� More, she really hoped he loved what the teddy contained!

The silk-and-lace garment felt deliciously cool against her skin.� Turning, she made one final check.� Hair braided in her customary corn-rows, no make-up, just a hint of perfume.� Perfect.� Turning out the light, she went to fulfill her destiny.

*�� *�� *

Devon felt human once again after his shower, glad to have the dried perspiration and dirt off and down the drain.� With some luck, his parents would enjoy the new shrubbery for years to come.� He sat on the edge of the bed taking a moment to view the spectacular sunset.

"I am one lucky man.� Can it ever get any better than this?" he said aloud, stretching out on the bed.� The sun had disappeared in a blaze of gold and orange, along with the prettiest shade of violet he'd ever seen.

"Yes," he repeated.� "A lucky man."� Smiling at his good fortune, Devon closed his eyes for some much needed rest.� Or so he thought.

Kendra stood before the closed door trying to calm herself - to no avail.� Instead of knocking, she walked away, silently cursing her foolishness.

"It's not like I've never been here before.� It's not like we've never done anything, so why am I nervous?"

"Because," she said, answering her own question, "tonight we play for keeps."� Having settled matters with herself, Kendra returned to the door, knocking on it with conviction.

"Come in."

Kendra took another moment to make sure everything was perfect before entering the room, which was in total darkness.� The anxious young woman was momentarily blinded during the transition from the light in the hallway to the darkness of the room.

Devon, however, was completely acclimated to the darkness.� "Hi, Kenny!� What can I do for you, honey?"

With her eyes slowly adjusting, Kendra moved in the direction of her father's voice.� "There's something we need to discuss if you have the time."

Devon felt the fatigue fall away at her announcement; anything which concerned Kenny required his undivided attention.� For example, he noticed Kendra wasn't in her usual nighttime attire - especially since it wasn't bed time.

"Come on over, sit, and let's talk," he said, patting a spot next to him on the bed.

Her heart pounding, Kendra sat next to him.

"That's a lovely outfit you've got on - is it new?"

"Yes - I've never worn it before."

"You look good in it.� What's on your mind?"

Kendra's mind picked that precise moment to draw a blank.

"Kenny?"

"Huh?"

"You said you wanted to talk, so talk!"

"Um, well, I love you very much."

"Thanks, hon.� I love you, too."

"We've had a lot of fun together and you've taught me a great deal about love."

"You're too kind, darling."

Kendra frowned; this wasn't going the way she planned.� Didn't he notice her perfume or the way the teddy showed off her breasts in such an enticing way?

"Was there something else you wanted to say, dear?"

Frustration began to set in, making Kendra feel as if she were five again.� Okay.� So much for the coy approach.� Looking into her father's eyes (or in the general direction, anyway), she said, "I just have one other thing to say."

It was all Devon could do to keep from laughing hysterically.� Somehow he managed long enough to say, "What's that."

Kendra held out her left arm in response.

"Hey, you've been implanted!� Congratulations!� You know what that means, don't you?"

"No, what?" Kendra's deepening frustration was beginning to show.

Devon sat forward until his nose was mere centimeters from Kendra's.� "It means, my love, I am going to eat you alive and love you like you've never been loved before."� Cupping Kendra's face in his hands, Devon kissed his daughter deeply.

Kendra melted into his embrace, his tongue reawakening her desire to become one with him.� His hands, cool against her rapidly heating flesh, missed nothing as he fondled Kendra through the flimsy material of the negligee.

Devon broke the kiss, looking into Kendra's eyes for only a moment before untying the silken cord holding things in place.

"You are so lovely," he whispered.� "I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time."

Kendra's only response was to moan softly as Devon opened the gossamer strands of her nightie, exposing her breasts.� Soft, fluttering kisses lips trailed lusty fire along her neck while his fingers toyed with hard, sensitive nipples.

Devon pressed his daughter onto her back before continuing, inhaling the scent of baby-soft skin at her throat.

"Oh, yes.� This is so nice," he muttered, lowering his mouth to capture an erect nipple, nipping it with his teeth.� All Kendra could do was submit to her father's energy as one nipple, then the other, received lavish attention, heighten her lust and fueling her desire.

"More, please give me more," Kendra purred.

"Whatever you wish, my lady."� Standing, Devon removed his briefs freeing his manhood, pausing for a moment for Kendra to take in the sight.

"Yeah," she cooed.� "That's what I want.� Give it to me, Daddy."

"Oh, no!� Did you think it would be that easy?"

"Please, don't tease me."

Devon laughed softly as he removed the nearly invisible panties.� "I'm not through with you yet," he teased, moving to cover her mons with his mouth, his talented tongue expertly cleaving her labia to flutter against her clitoris.

Kendra's back arched at the contact, her back arching.� "You bastard!" she shrieked, grabbing two hands full of curly hair to hold him against her center.� "Eat me, you fucker!� Eat my pussy!"

Devon smiled - he just loved it when she got like this.� It never failed to excite him and this time wasn't any different.� He sucked Kenny's clit savagely as the young woman continue to curse him, humping her pussy against his face.

"Go, go, go," she chanted as an orgasm wormed its way along her nerve endings.� "One more, damn it, gimme another.� Work it, Daddy!"

Devon's passions were fired and running at full throttle.� He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick juices coat it.� He let it linger for a few second as he continued to torture her clitoris.

"Oh, no you don't!� Get that finger out of there!� I only want one thing inside me tonight!"

The hotter she got, the more filthy her mouth became.� What an interesting transformation for someone normally quiet and reserved!� Devon let his finger hang out for one more second before plunging it into her anus.

"SHIT, YES!"

Yeah, Kendra was clearly over the edge and having big fun, Devon thought, as he slid into her tight orifice up to the second knuckle.� Without giving her a chance to adjust, he pistoned the invading digit into her savagely several times before removing it.

"Play time is over, little girl," he growled, forcing her legs open with his hands.� "Your ass is mine!"

A chill went through Kendra at his words as she felt her father's hands slide under her buttocks, lifting her.

"Daddy, no..." she protested weakly - and not meaning it one damned bit.� Tiny jolts of ecstasy coursed through her as she felt the first touches of his swollen glans.

"Too late, baby; I gotta do you - I just gotta love you."

"Do it, then."� Kendra held her breath as the pressure against her opening increased.� The young woman shuddered as the spongy head passed into her, coming to rest against her cherry.

"Come on, you bastard; don't make me wait for it."

Devon smiled evilly.� "Whatever you say."

A white-hot bolt of pain tore through Kendra as Devon plowed into her, easily shredding the overmatched membrane.� With nothing to stand in his way, Devon filled his daughter with hot, hard man-meat, feeling his balls slap against her ass.

Devon held Kendra, kissing away the tears which flowed freely down her face, not knowing if they were caused by his entrance or her happiness - or both.

"Hey, hey," he said softly.� "You okay?"

Kendra looked at him through tear-filled eyes.� "What did you stop for?� You're not done yet."

"That's all I needed to hear," Devon said - and proceeded to pound the living hell out of Kendra, fucking into her with short, hard strokes and setting off a series of erotic explosions inside her body.� The pain quickly became a distant memory, being as replaced by a soothing sense of fullness as Devon stretched her wide and deep.

"How do you like it?� Is it what you thought it would be?"

"I never thought it could be like this."

"Kenny?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you so very much."� Four rapid thrusts pinned Kendra in place as Devon's urgency grew.

"I love you, too, Daddy," she moaned feeling his cock beginning to swell inside of her.� Kendra could feel his movements getting short and faster.

"DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" The curse exploded from his lips just as the first strong spurt of semen jetted from him to coat her once-virginal sheath.

"Oh, shit - I can feel it!" Kendra was off in her own world as her father continued to spill his love inside her.� The final wave was beginning to crest inside her and Kendra rode it, reveling the high it gave her.

"Oh, no, oh, shit, OH FUCK!"� Kendra was a screaming, gyrating demon as she crashed and burned with lust, the orgasmic riptide carrying her off.� She struggled against the darkness which had appeared at the edge of her consciousness as wave after wave of pleasure inundated her senses.

Devon continued to fuck into Kendra's spasming flesh, feeling spurt after spurt of girl-juice flowing from her.� "Geez," he thought.� "Is she ever gonna stop?"

Kendra continue to buck against him as the intense feelings took their toll on her, overloaded already overtaxed senses.� Her motions became weaker and erratic until, finally, she collapsed.

Devon looked down at the unconscious woman's perspiration drenched face, smiling.� As he pulled his shrinking member from the tight grip of her vagina, Devon couldn't help from feeling good and satisfied.� He got out of the bed, going into the bathroom.� Closing the door, he flipped on the light and examined his cock.� After running the water, he wiped away the blood-streaked remnants of semen.� Grabbing another washcloth, he soaked it before returning to the bed.

Devon hesitated for a moment to take a good look at his daughter.� Even though she was out like the proverbial light - she always did it when a particularly good orgasm got the better of her - Devon could see Kendra had turned out to be a very lovely young woman.� Counting himself amongst the luckiest of men, he applied the cool cloth to Kendra's overheated body.

The cool water did its job, reviving the exhausted woman.� Kendra's eyes fluttered open and she smiled.

"I did it again, huh?"

Taking her hands in his, Devon said, "Looks like it, babe.� How do you feel?"

"Good.� Happy.� Sore.� God, you are one huge man!"

"No, I'm not - it just feels that way now.� Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough."

Devon placed the washcloth on the table beside him before joining Kendra on the bed.� He kissed her softly several times while stroking her face.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, Kenny?"

"Thank you for loving me."

"Thanks for letting me love you, darling.� Now, get some rest."

"'Kay," she muttered before drifting off to sleep.

After making sure Kendra was comfortable, Devon went to find Ellie.

Sitting in the kitchen, Ellie heard Devon's approach and greeted him with a huge smile.

"You must have really done a number on her," she said after hugging and kissing her brother.� "I could hear her all the way down here."

"Yeah, it was pretty wild," Devon admitted, taking a seat next to his sister.� "You know, that girl has a very filthy mouth."

"Don't I know it!"

"I wonder where she picked up that bad habit," Devon mused while casting a sideways glance at Ellie.

"Not from me," Ellie said - unconvincingly at that.

"Come on, El.� Let's use Kenny's room and get some sleep."

"Right behind you!"

Hand in hand, they climbed the stairs, stopping to check on Kendra who was sleeping peacefully.

As they snuggled in Kendra's bed, Ellie said, "You've created a monster, you know."

"Have I?"

"Just wait and see."

Part V, Chapter Seven

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.� One moment, fullness, the next, emptiness.� Kendra experienced all these sensations as the hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.� She held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.� Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Kenny sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb as the man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation through her to be added to those already present.� The young woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts.� Kendra lifted her shapely legs higher, to give the man greater access to her sweltering sex.� Her senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar tingling.� A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase twofold.� Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick tool grew larger inside her.� Her own sex was already contracting sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth hardness inside her.� A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her, causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading shaft.� Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.� Then she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her.� Kendra floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.� The frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if electrocuted.

Another contraction, another splash of juices to mix with his as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling.� The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

"You know, " she said, her voice cracking slightly, "For an old man, you ain't half bad."

The man propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her smiling face.� Laughing, he replied, "Seems you didn't think I was so old just a few moments ago."

"A few moments ago, I wouldn't have cared if the earth opened and swallowed me whole."� Kendra looked over at her grandfather with deep love and affection.

"You were wonderful, Granddad; everything they said you were and them some."

"Aw, 'twas nothing!"� Lorne leaned across the short distance between them and kissed Kendra while tweaking her still-erect nipple.

"Mmm," she moaned.� "Better watch yourself, old guy; don't start something you can't finish."

"Not very damned likely, little girl," Lorne replied, running his hands along the curves of her body.� "You're good, but you're not that good."

"I see you wanna find out the hard way," Kendra responded, moving slowly toward him..

Lorne refused to back down.� "You'd better bring friends because you're going to need them to save your young ass."

Kendra sat across Lorne feeling her passion renewing at his challenge, biding her time for just the right moment.� Lorne relaxed and she made her move, swiftly capturing his penis with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive knob as fast and as hard as she could.

Lorne went from being completely relaxed to total rigidity, his raw nerve endings screaming in protest.� His hands went to her bobbing head in an attempt to remove the source, just as Kendra relaxed her throat and swallowed him whole.� Instantly, the fiery sensations vanished - only to be replaced by the luxurious feeling of his cock swelling in the deep recesses of her mouth.

"Oh, it's gonna be like that, huh?� Granddaughter, you just bit off more than you can chew."

Kendra ignored the seemingly empty threat; what could he possibly do?� Satisfied that Lorne was bluffing, she continued to suck him, savoring the unique flavor of pussy-flavored dick.� Working her way back to the tip of his shaft, Kendra once again teased his knob with her tongue while massaging his thickening shaft with her hand.

Lorne settled into the moment, loving the feel of Kenny's soft, wet mouth on his flesh.� For long moments, he watched his granddaughter loving his cock as it disappeared into her mouth.� He looked up from the intoxicating scene taking place between his legs and nodded in apparent approval.

Kendra looked up at her grandfather just as he nodded, feeling a great deal of pride and pleasure at his acknowledgment of her skills.� Taking a breath, Kendra took Lorne deeper into her throat...

And felt the incredible impact of a steel-hard penis driving into her from behind.� Shock and surprise registered on her face as she lost her hold on Lorne's phallus.� "Pick on my father, will you?"� Devon's voice made Kendra realized she had been set up from the very beginning.

"Didn't I teach you to respect your elders, Little One?� No?� Well, this is the price you have to pay."

Lorne's low, lusty laugh reached her unbelieving ears.� "Son, your timing is perfect, as always.� Shall we teach this little vixen of yours some proper manners?"

Devon grunted as he drove into his daughter.� "Why the hell not?"� Grabbing two hands full of young, sweet ass, he removed his cock from her reawakened pussy, holding her firmly in place while Lorne shifted his position under her.� Devon reached down with one hand and massaged his father's penis, stopping long enough to give the head a generous dollop of saliva before positioning it at the entrance of Kendra's cunt.

"Ready?" Devon asked his father, who responded by nodded.

"No!" Kendra screamed.� "What are you..."

"Shut up, woman," Lorne said with a viciousness he really didn't feel.� He did, however, know of her fondness for hot, raunchy, no-holds-barred sex.� Although not his preferred methods, he played his role to perfection.

With an arm around her waist to prevent escape, Devon guided Kendra's quivering center onto his father's cock.� Then, using his hands on her shoulders, Devon sat her down - hard.

Kendra gasped at the sudden penetration, her breath releasing in one long hiss.� She looked down at her grandfather with lust-filled eyes.

"You think I can't handle this?� Old man, you're dead wrong!"� To prove her point, Kendra began to ride his maleness, slamming her buttocks down hard.� She let a curse fall from her lips as the knob of Lorne's cock rammed into her womb.� "Oh, shit, yes!� I love this fucking thing!"

Her father's voice appeared in her ear.� "Then you'll like this even better!"

Without warning, the crown of his penis pressed against the opening of her anus.� As the bulbous head passed into her, Devon grunted with the effort.� The ultra-slick lubricant did its job well as Devon continued his passage into her back hole, grimacing at the incredibly tight feeling as Kendra's sphincter vainly tried to deny him access to her nether regions.

With two hot erections filling her, Kendra was stunned into silence, her mind frantically trying to concentrate on the two sensations assaulting her - and failing.� All she could do was hold on for dear life as the tag-team effort continued against her.

"Damn, Dad," Devon exclaimed, "I can feel your cock against mine - it feels so fucking good!"

Lost in the dual sensations, Lorne decided to let his body do his talking.� Father and son had fallen into a steady, comfortable rhythm; now it was time to put some shit into the game.� Lines of concentration creased his forehead as Lorne increased his strokes inside Kendra, feeling Devon's thickness through the thin membrane separating them.� Quickly, they fell out of time, each man pounding into Kendra at will.

"Damn it!� Oh, fuck!� You're tearing me apart!"� Not surprising, neither man deigned to answer her pleas - not that Kenny expected one, each lost in the all-encompassing grip of passion.

The friction was becoming unbearable as precious lubricating fluids were whisked away by the invading phalluses; Kendra felt as if her body were on fire.� In an act of what could be called desperation, Kendra did the only thing she could do.� With a massive effort, she willed her battered muscles to clamp down, trapping father and son within her.� The sudden pressure against their cocks was enough to launch them straight over the precipice.

Devon felt his manhood expand suddenly, pressing hard against the veined dagger under him.� "Damn!" he cursed.� "Not now!"� Past the point of no return, Devon flooded Kendra's anal cavity with his seed.

Lorne felt his son's meat swell, felt the strong pulses against his own swollen member.� He released pearly love into Kendra in great spurts, his body shaking with the effort.

"Oh, yeah!� That's what I'm talking about!� Fill her, Dev!� Fill your daughter's hot ass!"

The room was filled with grunts and groans of agony/ecstasy as the men continued to feed Kendra's body with their sperm.� Not to be left out, Kendra had reached her limit right after they began to ejaculate, washing their thrice-joined bodies with a little liquid of her own.

Exhausted and sore, Devon withdrew from Kendra's rectal prison, allowing the spent young woman to collapse onto Lorne's chest.� On his knees behind Kendra, Devon could see his father's cock still deeply imbedded in her pussy, long streams of semen flowing along the exposed portion of his shaft.� Leaning forward, Devon greedily lapped up the offering, feeling a rush of exhilaration as the musky tastes flowed across his tongue.

Lorne asked, "Well, Kenny, what did you think?"

When she didn't answer, Devon said, "Kendra?"� Moving around to his right, he peered into Kendra's face.

Kendra's face was wet with tears and her mouth was open slightly.� Devon reached up and stroked her tangled hair before looking at his father.

"Out?" Lorne asked.

"Like a light." Devon confirmed.� "She really enjoys herself, doesn't she?"

With a little help from Devon, Lorne freed himself from Kendra, laying her down in a spot which wasn't too wet with the juices their love had wrought.

"She does, at that.� You were right when you said she'd enjoy this."� Devon nodded in agreement.

"I'm worried about something, though," Lorne continued as he stood and stretched like a cat.

"What's that, Dad?"

"She likes it rough and raunchy; did you teach her this?"

"No way, Dad - it surprised me and El, too.� Maybe this is her way of expressing those things she doesn't when she's not being made love to."

Lorne looked thoughtful.� "I suppose you're right, son; normally, you can't get her to say two words at the same time."

Devon's soft laugh filled the room as he joined his father.� "Maybe she saves it all up for moments like this."

"Hey, she's your daughter - live with it!"

"You know it.� How 'bout something to drink?� I don't know about you, but all this loving makes me thirsty!"

"You're on."� Reaching the door, he turned to take one last look at the incredibly sexy young woman on his bed.� Kendra had curled up on her side, sleeping the sleep of the innocent.

Part V, Chapter Eight

Joined together in love and happiness, life for the Williams family couldn't be better.� Kendra grew into a fine young woman, taking every opportunity to add to her already impressive store of knowledge in the subjects of loving and living, often to the chagrin of anyone foolish enough to tangle with her.� She seemed to be insatiable, making love with a gusto no one expected of her.

Once everyone decided Kendra's behavior was simply her way of expression, it made making love with her easier to understand.� Devon and Ellie were concerned her wild, lusty behavior was some sort of rebellion against their chosen lifestyle, so they asked her about it.

"Rebelling?� Against what?" came the exasperated answer.� "Mom, Dad, I couldn't be any happier!� Whatever gave you an idea like that?"

Devon had the audacity to look sheepish.� "Um, honey, it's just, shit - how can I say this without sounding insulting?"

"Just say it, Dad."

"When you make love, you're, ah..."

Kendra smiled and finished the sentence for her father.� "'Wild' is a good word."

Relaxing, Devon looked at Ellie with obvious relief.� "Yeah, I suppose it is at that."

"You two worry too much.� After all, you made me this way."

This time Ellie jumped in.� "We did what?"

Kendra turned to look at her mother, love softening her already soft expression.� "Mother, what have you and Dad been teaching me all my life?� To live life with gusto, right?� Well, I choose to express the gusto part of it when I'm making love with my family."

Kendra's parents just looked at each other, realizing she was right.

"I hope we didn't offend you, darling; we were just a little concerned."

"No offense taken!� May I be excused?� I'm supposed to pick Adam up in 20 minutes."

A moment of silence passed as Devon looked from Kendra to Ellie and back to Kendra.

"'Adam?'� Who is Adam?"

Kendra looked directly at her mother.� "Mom, you didn't tell him about Adam?� You promised!"

It was Ellie's turn to look sheepish.� "Oh, hell! I knew there was something I forgot to tell you."

"So it would seem, woman.� So, who's Adam?"

"Adam is a guy I met at school - he plays in the band.� He's really nice and I agreed to go out with him."

Alarms began to sound off inside Devon's head.� With a coolness he didn't feel, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

Mother and daughter looked at Devon curiously.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't?"

"Think about it for a moment."

Kendra made a show of thinking.� After a second or so, she threw her arms up.� "Okay, I'll bite.� Why shouldn't I go out with Adam?"

Ellie was the first to get Devon's point.� "Your father's concerned he may discover our 'little secret.'" Devon confirmed with a nod; until now, they hadn't had to deal with this situation before...

Kendra sat down as her mother's words sunk in.� "You know," she finally said after a moment.� "It never occurred to me.� What should I do?� I really like him!"

"Kenny, darling, I'm not saying you can't go out with him.� I'm not even saying you can't make love with him.� I just feel you should be careful.� If our family has a weakness, it is the 'fear' of discovery."

"Even today, society just doesn't want to understand our way of life," Ellie added.� "One 'wrong' word to the wrong person, and there could be trouble for us all."

Of course, Kendra was already aware of these facts; it had been an integral part of her upbringing.

Devon continued with, "How well do you know him?"

"Well enough to have decided to go out with him.� He seems pretty level-headed about a lot of things."

"Kenny, honey, I don't think your father is trying to sour you on getting into a relationship with someone else, but he does have a point."

"You're right, Mom - he does.� I'm sorry; I just never thought about it before I met him.� I always figured on not meeting anyone I'd find interesting."

"Tell you what.� Why don't you invite him over for dinner, say, Friday?� This way, we can get to know him."

Kendra brightened.� "That's a wonderful idea, Mom!� How 'bout it, Dad?� Sound like a winner to you?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," Devon agreed.� "Let's go for it!"

Kendra got up to leave, taking time to kiss each of her parents in turn.� "Thank you!� You won't regret it - Adam's a great guy and I know you'll like him.� See you later!"

"'Bye, honey - don't be late!" Ellie shouted after her.� Returning to her seat next to Devon, she asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Devon frown at the question.� "As sure as I can be, El.� We can't keep her all to ourselves, now can we?� We've taught her love is something to be shared without exception.� It was just a matter of time before she decided to share her love with someone not of the family."

*�� *�� *

Adam Harrison couldn't take his eyes off the lovely vision sitting beside him; it was all he could do not to pinch himself.� Sitting next to her in Chemistry was one thing.� Eating lunch was another.� Being out on a date, well, were there any words left to describe it?

Adam sighed.� Kendra was everything he ever wanted in a woman.� Beautiful, intelligent, confident - did he mention beautiful?� Even though she was obviously from mixed heritage, it wasn't the first thing you noticed about Kendra.� No, the first thing you noticed was her personality:� Quiet and reserved.� Not in the least bit withdrawn, though; the first word which came to mind was 'focused.'

"This is absolutely wonderful, Adam.� I've passed by this place a thousand times without ever stopping to take in the view."

Was she talking to him?

"Hello?� Earth to Adam!� Come in, Adam!"

"Huh?� Oh, I'm sorry Kendra.� My mind was a million miles away."

"No kidding!"

Adam blushed.� "Before I forget, thanks for going out with me.� I've really enjoyed your company."

Kendra smiled brightly.� "Wanna enjoy more of my company?"

"How?"

"My parents have invited you to dinner on Friday."

"Really?"

"No.� I'm pulling your leg."� Adam could be so goofy at times!

"I'd be honored.� Tell your parents I accept.� What time should I be there?"

"We usually eat around 5:30 or so; be at my house at, say, 5:00?"

"Okay."� As they lapsed into silence, Adam scooted closer to Kendra, placing a tentative arm around her.

Kendra looked at Adam for a moment before settling against him, wondering what had taken him so long to figure out she wanted to be held.� Boy, he sure had a lot to learn - and she was just the person to teach him!

*�� *�� *

Friday arrived without incident.� All through the school day, Kendra found it hard to stay focused on her lessons.� Understandably, she was concerned with the outcome of the evening's activities.� Sitting next to Adam in chemistry was pure torture; each tried to look at each other without making their involvement obvious to their classmates.

After living through what seemed to be the longest school day in history, the final bell rang.� Kendra made her way through the throng of students, climbed into her car, and made the drive home.� Even the traffic lights seemed to be plotting against her, increasing her ride home by five minutes.� Pulling up to the house, Kendra hurried inside.

"Mom?� Dad?� I'm home!"

When neither parent answered, Kendra wondered where they were.� They were still home - their cars were still in the carport.

"Oh, great," she exclaimed.� "I wonder if they went down to the lake?"� Kendra headed for the back of the house.� As she reached the swinging doors leading to the kitchen, Kendra heard her mother's voice.

"Damn it, Dev!� Will you stop?� Kenny's due home any minute!"

"She won't see anything she hasn't seen before."

"What if Adam is with her?"

"Be quiet."

Kendra went through the doors, giving her parents a reproving look.

Ellie was bent over, her arms resting on the counter.� Devon was behind her, pumping away into her.

"Ahem."

Ellie and Devon turned their heads in unison.� "Oh, hi, babe!� Be done in a minute!"

"I don't believe this!� The most important day in my life and you two are in the kitchen, screwing like a couple of teenagers!"

Devon increased his strokes inside Ellie, grunting with pleasure.� Kendra recognized that grunt - her father was filling Ellie with hot sperm.� Moments later, he slipped out of her, stuffing his still jerking cock back into his pants and zipping his fly.

"I couldn't help it," Devon confessed.� "Your mother always has this effect on me, especially when she bends over!"

Ellie whirled on her brother.� "You've always blamed your horniness on me!� You started it!"

Devon treated her with a smug look.� "Did not."

"Did, too!"

Kendra left brother and sister playing out an age-old game, shaking her head incredulously.� She had things to do before Adam arrived!

*�� *�� *

Adam waited nervously for someone to answer the door, wondering if he was making the right decision by coming here.� He looked around to take in the scenery of the woods surrounding the lake.� Off in the distance and on the other side of the lake, Adam noticed a rather large residence, idly wondering who owned such a lavish piece of property.

Further speculation was cut-off by the sound of the door opening and a strong voice saying, "You must be Adam.� Come on in!"

Adam turned and faced the owner of the voice.� Immediately, he recognized the eyes and the same cafe au lait complexion he'd come to love and respect.� Obviously, this was Kendra's father, Devon.

"Mr. Williams?� I'm Adam Harrison.� I believe Kendra's expecting me?"

Devon waved the younger man inside.� Closing the door, he said, "Kenny's upstairs getting ready.� Have a seat."

"'Kenny'?"� Adam's puzzled look spoke volumes as he sat.

"Our nickname for her.� She never told you we call her that?"

"No, sir."

"I see.� So tell me about yourself, Adam."

For the next 20 minutes, Adam talked about himself and his family.� Devon listened with great interest along with Ellie, who had joined them from the kitchen.� Early on in the conversation, Adam felt their intense gaze upon him; however, when he saw they weren't out to give him the third degree, Adam found himself rather relaxed and comfortable with Kendra's parents.

Devon was answering a question about the house; as he did, Adam couldn't keep from noticing how much Mr. and Mrs. Williams resembled each other. �His mind dismissed the resemblance - it was often said that people who stay with each other for a long time tend to resemble each other after a while.� The conversation was just turning to Adam's thoughts on the upcoming election when Kendra finally appeared.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," she apologized.� Kendra sat next to Adam and took his hand in a show of support.

Adam felt flushed with warmth at the contact.� "Not at all.� I've had a great time talking to your parents."

"Since we're all here," Ellie announced.� "Let's eat!"

Conversation during dinner was held at a minimum, with Adam adding in a compliment here and there.� All during the meal, Kendra would steal a look in Adam's direction, occasionally winking and smiling at him.� Which didn't escape notice, of course; Ellie and Devon were quite aware of the little signals being passed between the two teens.

"No, really Mrs.� Williams - I couldn't eat another bite!" Adam said, politely refusing another dish of orange sherbert.� "I'm stuffed!"

As they cleared the table, Ellie nodded to Devon, who turned to Kendra and said, "Why don't you show Adam around the property and the lake?"

Kendra's smile lit her face.� "Sure!� Are you ready, Adam?"

"Why not?� I've love to see what your parents have built here!"

"Then, scoot!" said Ellie.� "We'll see you later.� Oh, one other thing."

"Yes, Mom?"

"If we're not here when you return, we'll be at your grandparents'."

"Okay."� Taking Adam by the hand, Kendra led him out the back door.

As he watched the youths make their way down the rise behind the house, Devon turned and embraced his sister.

"They look happy together, don't they?"

"Yes, they do," Ellie agreed.� "I hope we've made the right decision."

"Doesn't matter, dear," Devon said, kissing her forehead.� "What does matter is has Kenny made the right decision.� Only time will tell."

*�� *�� *

Kendra stopped so suddenly Adam nearly lost his balance.� "Oops!� Sorry!� Well, this is it, my favorite place."

Adam took in his surroundings.� Off to his right, the path they'd followed continued on towards the lake, which shimmered with reflected light through the canopy of evergreen trees.� Above him, the canopy was open to the sky, allowing a clear view of the oranges and reds which mixed with the fading blue sky as the sun set.

"Oh, my."� Adam was momentarily stunned by the overall beauty and quiet of this place.� "I can see why you come here - this is absolutely beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it.� I often come here when I want to be alone to think."� Kendra walked a few paces to her left and opened a medium-sized box Adam failed to notice.� When she turned around, he could see her arms filled with the contents of the box.

"What's all this?"

"I spend so much time here, my father built this storage locker for me.� It gets rather cool in the evenings, so there's blankets and stuff inside - even a tent if it should rain."

Adam could help but be impressed.� "Your father thinks of everything, doesn't he?"

"He loves me very much.� Besides, it's his job to see to my needs - he's very dedicated."

For a brief moment, Adam felt a pang of jealousy as Kendra spoke of her father.� Clearly, there was a lot of love between the two of them; somehow, he resented it without knowing why.

Kendra had finished spreading out the blankets to cover the dried pine needles, patting the spot next to her.� "Well, are you going to come over and sit down or do you plan on spending the evening standing?"

Adam stood for a moment to drink in Kendra's beauty.� Her braids, tipped with their customary beads cascaded onto her bare shoulders, making soft clicking sounds each time she moved.� The yellow tank top accented the color of her skin, which was several shades lighter than his own.� Continuing his downward gaze, he could see the outline of her firm breasts, unencumbered by a bra; her nipples stood out against the material, no doubt caused by the cooling air.

Flat, muscular tummy showed itself at the bottom of her top, disappearing into the shorts Kendra was wearing, only to appear once again at her firm thighs.

"Hello?� Adam?"

"Coming," he finally answered, his mouth a little dry.

"You did it to me again."

"Huh?� What did I do?"

"Faded out on me, like you were somewhere else."

Sitting next to her, Adam leaning back using his arms to support himself.� "I'm sorry; you are so beautiful I find it distracting when we're together."

Kendra placed her head in Adam lap.� Looking into his chocolate-brown eyes, she said, "Flatterer."

"It's the truth," he replied. �Kendra's beauty aside, Adam was aware of another distraction, one which had begun during his appreciative appreciation.� Looking down into Kendra's light-brown eyes, Adam was sure she could feel his erection pulsating under her.

And he was right; Kendra noticed it before he sat down.� Inwardly, she smiled at the warm feeling f the growing shaft felt through his pants, pleased of her obvious affect on him.

"Adam?"

Adam blinked at the sudden change in her voice, now soft and husky.� "Huh?"

"Kiss me."� Kendra lifted his head toward him.

Blood roaring in his ears, Adam leaned forward until their lips met, cradling her head in his hands.� Kendra's tongue flicked across his lips for a moment before the kiss was broken, leaving Adam feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

"Hmm," she cooed.� "That was nice."

"Uh, yeah."� Adam's discomfort was becoming more apparent with each passing second.� "You kiss very well."� In his head, Adam kicked himself for such a lame statement.� Obviously, his brain didn't want to work right around this woman.

"Thank you.� I do a lot of things well.� You interested in finding out?"

"I... uh, don't know what you mean."

"Just as I figured," Kendra thought.� Aloud, she said, "Let me show you."� Kendra's hands moved toward the closures of his pants, quickly undoing them to reveal his throbbing member, which was barely contained within the bikini briefs he wore.

"I don't think we should be doing this," he protested while wondering why he didn't have any control over his muscles.

Kendra ignored him long enough to make sure she had what she wanted in her hand.� "Adam, love, I don't remember asking you what you think."� That said, she quickly took him into her mouth.

Nothing Adam had ever imagined during his many masturbation sessions ever prepared him for such an exquisite sensation.� Ever since meeting Kendra, he had dreamed of losing his virginity to her, envisioning two groping neophytes exploring love for the first time.

Adam was finding it hard to breathe as the lithe woman engulfed him once again, her tongue tracing patterns along the shaft which were driving him insane.� He opened an eye and found Kendra looking back at him, her lips forming an 'O' around him.� Kendra blinked once before returning to the matter at hand, slurping him back into the deep recesses of her throat.

Kenny was immensely enjoying herself, savoring Adam's fresh, clean taste and scent.� She happily sucked him, not caring if he found her whorish or trashy.� From their very first encounter, she knew he was the man she'd spend her life with.� As she ran her tongue along the edge of his glans, she could feel the beginnings of his orgasm.� Kendra's eyebrows arched in surprise as Adam's seed flowed into her mouth, filling her with a surprising sweetness which she drank down.

Adam, now flat on his back and at Kendra's mercy, was caught in the throes of orgasm.� His chest moved in great heaves as he tried to get his breathing under control as Kendra continued to drain him.� An instant later, he sensed more than felt Kendra remove her mouth from his rapidly shrinking cock, leaving him disoriented and dizzy.

"Hmm," Kendra moaned, licking her lips.� "Poor baby!� You've never done this before, have you?"

All Adam could do was shake his head as Kendra sat beside him and caressed his face.

"W-why did you do that?", he finally managed to croak.

"I've fallen in love with you, silly!� That's why I did it."

Adam tried to focus his eyes on the Nubian goddess above him; after a few seconds, Kendra's smiling face came sharply into view.� "You're in love with me?� You've got a funny way of showing it."

"If you love someone, you should always show it every way you can."

The cool evening air had revived him some.� "But, we hardly know each other!"

"We've known each other long enough, dearest.� Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I've known for some time now you were the man for me.� During dinner, I made up my mind to share my love with you, something I've wanted to do since our first date."

"I don't understand."

Kendra cupped his face in her hands, seeing the tears welling in his eyes.� "I'll make it easy for you, then.� I know what I want in life - and what I want is you.� Will you have me?"

Something in her words struck a chord within Adam as the tears flowed from him.� Never before in his life had he met someone who affected him so much.� His body knew Kendra was the one for him, even if his mind didn't understand why.

Kendra waited patiently for Adam to answer, a moment of fear coursing through her.� Did I come on too strong?� Was I wrong about him?� Her mind was a roiling miasma of questions.

"Yes, oh God, yes!"

Kendra smiled, all worry vanishing from her mind.� "You won't regret it," she said.� Standing, she removed her shorts and panties and tossed them aside.

Adam's eyes went wide at the sight of her half-naked body, his cock stirring in response as Kendra straddled him, a look of fierce determination on her lovely face.� Reaching between them, she massaged Adam into full erection in no time flat, positioning him at her entrance.� "I'm going to love you like you've never been loved before - I promise!", she said huskily, lowering herself onto him.

For Adam, reality went on vacation as Kendra filled herself with his cock.� "Oh, shit," he moaned, as the sensations of well-lubricated pussy sliding along his cock registered in his mind.

"Just relax and enjoy it, baby," Kendra said.� Closing her eyes, she wallowed in the wonderful feeling of cock inside of her, even though he wasn't nearly as large or thick as her father and grandfather.� Didn't matter, though, just as long as they loved each other.

Kendra's relative experience was no match for Adam; she could feel the tremors running along the length of him.� "Ah, yes, baby!� Give me your love!� Don't hold it back!"

Hold it back?� Hold what back?� Adam had no idea what she was talking about as the feelings welled inside his body.� They were a little like the feelings he experienced while masturbating - only a million times more intense.

Kendra felt him swell inside, screwing her ass down onto him frantically as the first spurts of his seed flowed into her aching center.

"Yes, my darling!� Fill me with it!� Cream me!"

Adam could only groan in response as he continued to empty himself into Kendra, leaving him to wonder if it would ever end.� To their mutual pleasure, Adam's spasms began to subside.� A few moments later, his soft manhood slipped from Kendra's velvety enclosure.� She lay across him, gently kissing away his tears.

Adam wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close.� Who would have known making love would be so wonderful!� He laughed softly to himself, getting Kenny's attention.

"What's so funny?"

Smiling, he looked at her.� "This isn't exactly the way I planned on losing my virginity, here on a blanket under the stars."

"Did it matter how you lost it?� Or does who you lost it to matter?"

"The latter, of course.� I just don't know how to explain how I feel."

"Then don't.� Baby, I've got a feeling we'll have plenty of time for you to explain it later.� Right now, I think we should either head for the house or set up the tent."� Kendra rose looking for her discarded clothing.

Adam rolled over and got to his knees before standing.� When he got to his feet, the world started to rotate in the opposite direction and he flailed his hands to balance himself.

Kendra, now dressed, was dragging the tent from the storage bin.� "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got up too fast."

"So sit back down, silly.� I'll have this thing up in no time."� She grinned at him.� "Then I'll have you up in no time!"

"Again?� I barely survived the first time!"

"Yes, my darling, again.� And again.� And again!� I'll never get enough of loving you!"

*�� *�� *

A mile or so away, Devon turned away from the large bay window which overlooked the lake.� Even in the darkness, he knew the location of Kendra's favorite spot.

Lorne looked at his son, a wry smile on his face.� "So, do you think she had her way with him?"

Devon returned to his seat next to his mother.� "I'm sure she did, but that's not what I'm worried about."

"What worries you, Dev?"

Devon looked into his mother's green eyes.� "Mom, what happens when he finds out?� He will, eventually, you know.� Kendra is as open and honest as the day is long.� We've taught her not to deceive or mislead the people she loves - and the girl had love written all over her face for this boy."

Etienne went to Devon's side as well.� "Devon, I think you're worried about nothing."

"Aunt Eti, I hope you're right."

Part V, Chapter Nine

Thoughts from Kendra

When I look at my family, I often wind up shaking my head at the irony of it.� First, there's my grandfather, Lorne.� So calm and cerebral as the patriarch of the family!� If there's a problem, he usually has a solution for it.� But he won't solve the problem, leaving it up to the individual to get it squared away.

Then there's his daughter and my grandmother, Etienne.� Had it not been for them, I wouldn't be here today!� Grandmom Eti is so much like her father, you'd think they were husband and wife.� That's how well they compliment each other.

Oh, did I mention that they're both very good in bed?

Okay.� So, there's Lorne and Etienne, who gave birth to my mother, Eleanor, who is named after Etienne's mother.� Stay with me, 'cause this gets a little complicated!� Etienne had a friend, Kymber, who was also an occasional lover to her and Granddad.� From what I've been told, they all got together at some party where some pretty wild things happened.� Not too long afterwards, Kymber came to live with them after Kymber's father died.� That was about the same time my mother was conceived.� After my mom was born, Kymber married my grandfather and they gave birth to my father, Devon.� Devon and Ellie do their thing and, voila!� Here I am!

Whew!� Trying to figure out who is related to whom and how can give you a headache!� Sometime, I think of it as a math problem:

Lorne + Etienne = Eleanor

Lorne + Kymber = Devon

Eleanor + Devon = Me!

I know what society thinks about incest and, frankly, I don't see their point at all.� When others think about it, all they see is the sexual aspect of it and they always get it wrong.� If someone were to ask me if I'd been abused or molested as a child, I would laugh at them and tell them no.� Which is the truth.� I've never known anything but love and affection my entire life.� As you can imagine, however, my family and I have a rather different definition of being loved.

I've grown up doing the three-L thing taught to me by my parents and other family members:� Live, Learn, and Love.� And it all makes sense.� What girl could ask for more?

Then I met Adam.� At first, I had no problem sharing my love with him because it just came naturally to me.� My parents were a little bummed out about it, of course, because they had no way of knowing if Adam could be trusted with our little secret - but they left it up for me to decide.

So, I've got a fianc�� now and things couldn't be better.� If you're thinking having Adam in my life changed things where my family is concerned, you couldn't be any more wrong.� I love Adam very much; he's absolutely wonderful.� But I also have great love for my family and have no problem at all showing them.

I remember the time I went over to visit my grandparents and got into it with Grandmom Kymber.� Wow!� I thought I had a lot of love to share!� Kymber taught me a few things I'll never forget!

My point is when I need loving or need to show love, I know I can go to any of them and express myself fully.

Adam doesn't know about any of this, though.� I'm a little hesitant to bring it up, even though I suspect he has some questions he'd love to ask.� For instance, he got to see all of us together for the first time last year; I could see him looking at everyone with a funny look on his face, noticing the resemblance we all bear with each other.� Afterwards, I could tell he was dying to say something about it - I almost told him and thought better of it.

It's not a question of whether I trust him or not; he is the man I will spend the rest of my life with, the one I will bear many children for.� However, as you might expect, this will be one hell of a shock to him, one which could cause me to lose him forever. �Since we're planning on getting married in a couple of months, losing him now wouldn't be the smartest thing to do.� I suppose I'll just have to worry about it when the time comes.

Part V, Chapter Ten

Even a week before the wedding, Adam was discovering just how deep the river Kendra ran.� Witty and charming, intelligent and thoughtful - the epitome of a classic woman.� Get her in a situation where love was the order of the day and watch out!� Sophisticated woman turned into an insatiable, exciting she-devil!

Adam had to admit a bit of disappointment upon finding out someone had her before he did, realizing it was a foolish fantasy.� No way a woman as beautiful - and as hot - as Kenny goes untouched for very long.� The manner in which she relieved him of his virginity by the lake was intense and a little frightening at first; however, as he became more accustomed to her, his fear of Kendra's sexual intensity subsided.

Well, almost, anyway.� Adam shivered as his intended buried his cock inside her body once again, grinning at him in that evil way of hers which told him Kendra was very horny today.� Pleasure flowed through him like a current, ebbing and flowing at times, but always constant.

The last eighteen months had been quite an education for Adam.� Subtly and slowly, Kendra had been changing his entire outlook on life.� Like now, for example.� They had just returned to Kendra's place, going to her room to get the last minute details together.� One moment they were talking about possible honeymoon locations, the next, Kendra had his cock out, gotten it hard and in her before he'd realized what had happened.

Now, after getting an earful of lusty curses and having his lower half drenched with girl-juice, Adam was spurting inside her, his hips thrusting strongly against her unyielding tightness.

"Ooh, baby!� That was just what I needed!"� Kendra dismounted slowly, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds created by their parting.

"Damn, Kenny!� Don't you ever get enough?" Adam asked as her looked at his sweat-drenched shirt.

"Can you ever get enough love?� Better yet, would you ever get enough of being loved by me?"

"I suppose not."

"There you go, then!� Now, where were we?"

Adam sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in awe at this wonderful creature.� Hot and lusty one moment, cool and business-like the next.

For the next couple of hours, Kendra and Adam went over their wedding plans.� Actually, confirming all the plans would have only taken 30 minutes or so; you can guess what they spent the rest of their time doing, can't you?

Once again, Adam found himself drenched in perspiration and girl-stuff.� Kendra, as was her habit when completely satisfied, had passed out next to him, sleeping peacefully.� Good thing, too; Adam knew he'd be unable to continue.

That passing out business really bothered Adam until Kendra had explained it to him.� In fact, Adam had learned just how much Kenny knew about making love, all the while knowing she knew more than she was telling.

He shivered.� If this was only the tip of the iceberg...

Reaching over, he stroked her smooth skin, feeling so much love for her.� The future looked bright and clear.� Well, almost.� There was one thing Kendra had insisted on which didn't make sense to him: After the wedding and honeymoon (compliments of her grandparents), she had insisted they live with her parents.� Adam had argued eloquently as to why they should have their own place; however, Kendra promptly announced there would be no wedding without his agreeing to her terms.� After more discussion, Adam caved in to Kenny's 'demands'.

The following day, Kendra had announced to her parents the "good news."� Adam had expected a major argument from Devon and Ellie (they told him that Mr. and Mrs. Williams lived on the other side of the lake, thank you very much) and was shocked at their quiet acceptance.

Hell, Mrs., uh, Ellie had actually smiled!

Again, Adam shivered; there was something vaguely familiar about that smile, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Hi, lover!"

Adam turned at the sound of his beloved's voice, smiling.� "'Bout time you woke up!� How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic!� Lovely!� Hungry!"

Adam's heart skipped a beat - for a moment, he thought she was going to say "horny!"

"Glad to hear it.� You wanna go out?"

"Nope!� Let's hit the kitchen!"

As Kendra bounded off the bed and into the bathroom, Adam shook his head:� Where did she get all this energy?� Three minutes later, Kenny reappeared wearing a green and gold embroidered kimono; in her hands was a red, gold and royal purple kimono.

"Here," she said tossing him the silk garment.� "Go clean up and slip into that; I'll toss your clothes in the washer while we eat."

*�� *�� *

Minutes later, the kitchen was awash with the fragrance of broiled steak; potatoes were baking in the oven and the salad had just been completed.� Adam crunched away happily while watching Kendra eat.

"My God," he thought.� "She even eats with the same gusto she has for sex!"� The thought struck him hard - why was it he never noticed it before?� As he contemplated this latest revelation, his fork dropped from his limp fingers onto the floor.

"Clumsy," said Kendra, attacking her salad.

Adam smiled and bent to pick up the fork, getting a great view of her treasures hidden away under the folds of silk.

"Adam?"

The groom-to-be ended his perusal of Kendra's gifts, picking up the fork and placing it onto the table.� Sitting up, he found Kendra looking at him with a fierce intensity, mixed with... sadness?

"What is it, hon?"

"There's something we need to talk about before we get married."

"Can't it wait until after we get married?"

"I would prefer not to, if it's all the same to you."

Adam frowned - what in the hell was this about?� Giving a mental shrug, he said, "Whatever makes you happy, Kenny."� As he shifted in his seat, he added, "Although, I can't imagine what you want to talk about that's so important it can't wait."

"There are a few things about me you should know."� Kendra studied Adam intently, searching for any signs of disinterest.� Finding none, she continued.

"You know I love you very much, don't you?"

If this was any other woman, Adam knew he would have simply humored her; however, he knew Kendra wasn't a woman to be patronized in any way.� "Yes, darling; you tell me - and show me - every chance you get."

"If there was something, say, unusual about me, would it change the way you feel about me?"

"Let's see: You're incredibly bright, absolutely beautiful and hornier than ten women.� What could possibly be unusual about you?"

Kendra smiled, taking some of the edge off her current mood - just as Adam planned.

"Come on; I'm trying to be serious."

"And you think I wasn't?"

Kendra's scathing remark was cut short by the sound of the front door opening.

"Kenny?� We're home!"

"In here, Dad."� Kendra felt a moment of frustration at her parent's unintentional interruption.� Perhaps it was for the better.

Devon and Ellie walked into the kitchen, taking in the view of the soon-to-be married couple in their resplendent kimonos.

"Did we interrupt anything?" asked Ellie, taking a seat at Adam's right; Devon sat on his left.

"We were just talking," Adam answered, feeling suddenly surrounded.

"Oh; I see.� By the way, Kenny - your grandmother says "hi."

"How are they doing?"

"Everyone's feeling better; nothing a little rest can't cure."

"Were they sick?" asked Adam, his concern genuine.

"Exhausted - they were up all night."

"Doing what?"

"I'm not sure, Adam; they won't tell me anything other than they had some fun."� Changing the subject, Devon said, "Are you ready for the big day?"

"About as ready as I'll ever be!"

"How about you, Kenny?" Ellie asked.

"You know me, Mom; I'm good to go!"

Just as Adam was about to speak, he was interrupted by the dryer's buzzer.

Ellie and Devon looked toward the laundry room.� "You have something in the dryer, Kenny?"

"Just Adam's clothes - they got a little messy."

As Adam blushed, Devon and Ellie exchanged a knowing glance, furthering Adam's embarrassment.� One of the things he learned about Kendra which bothered him was her willingness to discuss their sexual activities with her parents.� Even more surprising was their lack of reaction, as if such behavior was expected and encouraged!

Adam stood.� "Yes.� Well, I guess I should get dressed and be on my way."

"Don't rush off on our account," said Ellie, smiling sweetly.

"No, really - I have to get going.� I've still got a million things to do before the wedding."� Why was this woman smiling at him like that?� Didn't she know the effect it was having on him?

"Okay, if you insist."

Adam went over to Kendra, kissing her.� "See you Saturday - don't be late!"

"Bye!� You just remember where the church is, okay?"

Adam flashed a smile in her direction before disappearing.� A few minutes later, Kendra heard the door closing and his car starting up.� Turning to her parents, she fixed them with a chilly stare.

"You two have a knack of showing up at the wrong time."

"Huh?� What did we do?"� Devon was incredulous.

"I was about to tell him about the family when you walked in."

It was as if the air stopped moving in the room as Devon and Ellie realized the implication of her announcement.

"Kenny," her mother began.� "Do you really think Adam is ready to hear this?"

"Mom, I'm going to have to tell him one of these days!� Why not now?"

Devon looked at both women before speaking.� "Honey, perhaps telling him now wouldn't be a good idea.� Give your marriage some time to settle in first; enjoy each other's love.� Maybe after a year or so, he'll be ready to deal with it."

"You think so?"

"All you can do is hope for the best, dear."

*�� *�� *

On Saturday, Kendra Etienne Williams became Mrs. Adam Ryan Harrison.� The newlyweds posed for pictures after the ceremony and, with rice and well wishes flowing, departed the reception for their honeymoon.

During the flight, Adam stole looks at his bride, noticing the slight puffiness under her eyes.� Come to think of it, Kenny did appear to be tired when he first saw her standing at the altar, but assumed it was caused by late night preparations.

Adam was closer to the truth than he realized.� For Kendra, it had been a very late night and, as far as preparations were concerned, you can use your imagination.

Kendra sat next to her husband, alternating looks out the tiny window and the stunning ring set on her left hand.� She was still tired from Friday evening's family gathering - what a night!� Still, when they arrived at their destination, she would be more than ready to handle the consummation of her marriage.

Adam's voice cut through her musings.

"Honey, is everything okay?"

"Just fine, love.� How are things with you?"

"I'm still having trouble believing we're married.� I know it's real, but..."� Adam stared pointedly at his wedding ring.

Kendra smiled.� "It's a lot more real than you believe, darling."

Adam blinked at her cryptic response.� "It is?"

"Of course!� Just think of the future we'll have, the things we'll do together.� The love we'll share!"

The aircraft banked hard to the left coming up on its final approach.� Minutes later, they were embroiled in the usual hassles of deplaning and elbowing their way through the crowded terminal to reclaim their luggage.� After a little trouble with the rental car, they were tooling along the main highway - Adam driving, Kendra acting as navigator.

Two wrong turns later, the newlyweds pulled up at the entrance of the bungalow rented for their use.� Adam fumbled with the key for a moment before succeeding in unlocking and opening the door.� Turning to Kendra, he opened his arms.

"Well, Mrs. Harrison!� May I have the honor of carrying you across the threshold?"

"You may, kind sir!"

Kendra allowed herself to be picked up and carried through the door.� Once inside, Adam placed her gently on the bed.

"And now, my love, shall we, ah, get to the business?"

"Ooh, by all means, you brute!"

Adam lowered his mouth to Kendra's parted lips, ready to lose himself in their tenderness when she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Adam?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot something."

Just a little irritated at the disruption, Adam asked, "What did I forget?"

"The door.� It's still sitting open."

"Oh.� Just a moment - don't go anywhere!"

Adam jumped up to deal with the offending portal while Kendra made herself comfortable.� Seconds later, he rejoined her.

"There!� Now, where were we?"

"Right about here, lover," came the husky reply as Kendra wrapped herself in man-flesh, loving the feel of his body against hers, hot and, oh yeah, very hard!

Their bodies ground together hotly as each tore at the other's clothing until only bits and pieces remained.� Within seconds, the room was filled with the enticing sounds of lovemaking.� After minutes of kissing and biting every exposed inch of flesh on his body, Kendra fixed her husband with a lusty, feral look.

"Enough of the dumb shit," she growled.� "I want cock and I want it now!!"

Adam knew better than to keep her waiting.� Moving between her outstretched legs, he drove into her wetness, feeling the moist, hot heat of her center clutching him, drawing him deeper inside.

"Ah, yes!� Fuck my hole, baby!� Nail my hot ass!"

Through the haze of lust, Adam managed a smile: He just loved it when Kendra pulled out all the stops.� With all the force he could muster, Adam plowed into Kendra's orifice, delighting in the slapping sounds their bodies made with each thrust.

"Is this what you want, bitch?� Is it?� I'm gonna give it to you good!"

"Oh, yeah, lover!� Talk that nasty shit to me!"

Between the incredible, sweet slickness surrounding him and the lusty curses flowing from Kendra's mouth, Adam knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled his love.

Kendra more than enjoyed his efforts, too, loving the way their bodies fit together.� She was hot and getting hotter as her fingers dug into his back.� An orgasmic spike ripped through her, teasing her senses with the promise of more to come.

Adam was close to climax.� He shifted his position, hooking Kendra's legs into the crook of his elbows before using his legs to lean forward.� The results were exhilarating as Kendra was practically folded in half, giving Adam the right angle to plunge deeper.

"Oh yes!� Oh yes!� Fuck me, you bastard, oh you son of a bitch!� Hurt me, damn it!� Tear my pussy apart!"� Kendra's lust was out of control; she wanted to meet his thrusts with her own but this position didn't allow it.� She was trapped, helpless and completely at his mercy - just as she liked it.

"Here!" came Adam's savage reply.� "Take my cock!� I'm gonna cream your sweet pussy, gonna do it, gonna..."� The sudden onrush of ejaculation caught up with Adam, cutting off any further speech, as his cock swelled inside her.� Just as it seemed his turgid flesh would explode, the first pearly spurts splattered inside Kendra, each pulse spreading more of his love inside her.

"Ah, shit!� Shit!" Adam's passionate cries echoed through the room as the world continued to dissolve around him.

"More, damn it!� Give me more!"� Kendra's body convulsed with the force of her own final climax.� Wrapping her legs into his arms tighter, she drew Adam deeper into her velvet embrace, clamping her vaginal muscles onto his spurting shaft as tightly as possible.

With a groan, Adam collapsed onto his wife, unable to continue, his cock continuing to tremble with the effort to fill her body with semen.� Exhausted, he released his hold on Kendra's legs.� He smiled as Kendra reached up to stroke his face, while the other massaged his chest.

"Mmm, that was great," he said.

"And the night is young, darling - we're just getting started!"

Adam opened his eyes, looking at the hand stroking his face.� And sat straight up, capturing her left hand.� Turning his head, Adam look at Kendra's wrist.

Her bare wrist.� The one without the bracelet.

"Kendra!"

Kendra followed her husband's gaze and smiled.� "Is there a problem, love?"

"Your bracelet!� You took it off!"� Adam was about as close to a full panic as he could ever remember.

"Yeah?"� Kendra looked at her wrist then back to Adam.� "What about it?"

"We just, well, I, uh..."� Clearly at a loss for words, Adam decided to be quiet.

"We have to start our own family, dearest.� Can't do that wearing the bracelet, now can we?"

"But, why?"

Kendra moved to lay alongside him, running her hands along his smooth chest and watching his nipples harden.

"It'll all be clear to you soon enough, my love.� I'll explain everything to you in good time.� Until, then, I need you to fill me with all the love you can."� Kendra lowered her lips to an erect nipple, sucking on it.

"Uh, shouldn't we discuss this some more," he asked, squirming under her touch.

"We are discussing it, love."� Kendra allowed her tongue to trail down his chest and stomach, lingering at his navel for only a moment before reaching her true goal - the head of his penis.� Kendra felt him shiver at the wet touch as her mouth closed around the plum-shaped glans.

"Oh, fuck," Adam hissed as more of his shaft found its way into her mouth.

Kendra moaned low in her throat as Adam grew within her mouth, exulting in the pungent taste of their recently spent juices.� Greedily, she ran her mouth and tongue along the rising thickness of him.

All Adam could do was lay there as Kendra's passion continued to consume her in its fiery depths, purifying her soul.� He could feel her moaning in delight as his pulsing maleness filled her throat and her hands tortured his nipples.�

Kendra continued to assault his shaft with a terrible hunger, burying her nose in his curly pubic hairs time and time again.� She felt his hands close around her face and, for an instant, she became angry:� How dare he interrupt her pleasure!� The price of such an "insult"?� Holding him inside the steamy prison of her mouth, Kendra slipped a finger inside to join her tongue, coating it with saliva.� Withdrawing her finger, she immediately and accurately plunged the slick digit into his puckered asshole as deep as she could.

Adam's body tensed at the finger probed his depths, the pain of its sudden entrance causing his entire body to arch, shoving more cock into her mouth.

"Baby, no..." he pleaded as the pain quickly turned to pleasure.� He thrust against the finger, forcing it deeper into his nether region, bringing closer to an orgasm which promised to top anything he'd ever experienced before.

Kenny had other ideas, however, feeling the tiny tremors signaling his pending release.

"Oh, no you don't.� I have a better place for you to deposit this in!"� Kendra removed her finger from his ass so fast it made a loud, popping sound.� Freeing his cock from her mouth, Kendra quickly mounted Adam, impaling herself on him.� Rising slightly, she looked into his feverish eyes before slamming her body downward onto his, their pubic bones coming together hard.

"Give me what I need, Adam.� Come on, baby!� I need your stuff so bad!� Fill me.� Plant the seeds of our future!"

With a mighty heave, Adam unwillingly complied with her desire as he began to flow into her waiting sheath.� Incredible, undeniable pleasure tore through him as Kendra rode him hard, grinding onto his shaft without mercy.

"Yes!� God damn it!� Keep it coming baby, oh, it feels so hot, so good, so nice!"� Kendra was beyond reason as she milked him for every precious drop.� A pulse, followed by a spurt, then another; her own climax was threatening to shove her kicking and screaming over the edge.

Adam looked at the wild woman astride him through slitted eyes as Kendra rose until only the head remained inside her before slamming onto him with such force the entire bed rocked and groaned in protest.� Faster and harder, Kendra rode Adam right over the brink, free-falling into an orgasm which brought along the darkness for company.

"YES!!" she screamed going completely limp on top of him, her unconscious body quivering with orgasm after orgasm.� Adam, with tears in his eyes, held Kendra tightly as the intense feelings continued to devastate her until, finally, the quaking form grew still and quiet.

Exhausted beyond anything he'd ever known, to the point that he couldn't move.� Adam could feel his eyes closing on their own accord.� As sleep claimed him, he couldn't help entertaining one prominent thought:

What have I gotten myself into?

Part V, Chapter Eleven

Adam felt like he was on trial.� Before him sat the entire Williams clan.� Seated on the sofa, Lorne was flanked by Etienne on one side, Kymber on the other.� To Eti's right, sitting on the sofa's arm was his mother-in-law, Ellie, while to Kymber's left sat his father-in-law, Devon.� Seated on the floor between in front of Lorne was his wife.

Wife.� His.� Adam wasn't sure what disturbed him more, dealing with the idea of being married or the family sitting and watching him intently.� The silence was close to unbearable as Adam squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, wishing someone would say something.� Anything.� Unable to take much more, Adam spoke.

"Would someone like to tell me what this is all about?"

Lorne looked at the assembled family members before looking down at Kendra, who had turned to meet his eyes.� Clearing his throat, he answered the anxious young man.

"There's something you need to know, something Kenny was going to tell you some months ago.� The time's come for you to understand a few things."

"I don't understand," came Adam's puzzled reply.� He racked his brain trying to remember, what?

"Son," Devon said, "do you remember a couple of days before the wedding?� You and Kenny were at the kitchen table..."

Awareness lit Adam's face like a spotlight as he remembered the night in question.� "Yes, I remember that night."

Ellie's quiet voice piped in.� "There was something she wanted to tell you about herself, but I believe you said it could wait until after the wedding."

Suddenly nervous as the full memory return with sparkling clarity, Adam felt the room's temperature increase along with the tension.� "I remember saying that, yes."

Kymber fixed the young man with an icy, emerald stare before saying, "The time has now come for you to hear what she has to say."

Shaken but not cowed, Adam returned her look with one of his own. �"If this is the case, why are you all here?� Surely, this is something we can discuss between the two of us privately."

Kendra, silent throughout these exchanges, said, "What I have to tell you concerns them as well.� Besides, we have no secrets between us."

"Okay, let's hear it," he said, steeling himself for... what?� What was so important the whole family had to be present to hear it?

Kendra got to her knees and, child-like, crawled over to where her husband sat.� Taking his hands in hers, she spoke quietly.

"What I'm about to tell you will probably have a major impact on our marriage.� You have to know this and, most of all, we hope you understand it.� It'll be hard for you to hear this - I know how black and white your mind can be."� She smiled up at him.� "But, it's for the better and I ask you to believe and trust me."

Adam frowned, more confused than ever, if that was possible.� "Honey, whatever it is, I don't think it's so bad it will hurt our love."

"I hope not," intoned Lorne.� "It would be a shame."

Nods from the other family members increased Adam anxiety levels.� What the fuck was going on here?

Kendra tugged on his hands to get his attention.� "Adam, you know I love you very much," she began.� "You also know I would never do anything to hurt you."

Adam nodded; this much was true.

Seeing his agreement, Kendra continued.� "You also know how much I love my family."

Another nod; where was all this going?

"Wrong, darling.� You really have no idea how much I really love them."� Standing, Kendra stretched for a moment before walking over to her father, lovingly stroking his strong, dark face.� Turning to face her husband, she continued.

"There is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for any of them.� Nothing.� Whatever I have is theirs and they've given me so much."

"I understand the devotion you show them.� I just don't understand..."

"Shhh.� Please, let me finish.� It's time for me to introduce you to my family and I need your undivided attention."

Introduce her family?� A feeling of dread began to creep into Adam.

"Adam, this is my father, Devon.� Over there, is my mother, Eleanor."

"I know this - will you get to the point?"

"Adam..." Lorne's stern voice cut through Adam's frustration like a laser.� "Let her finish; then you can say what you want."

"Yes, sir.� My apologies."

"This is my grandfather, Lorne, his wife - my grandmother - Kymber.� On the other side of my grandfather, is his daughter, Etienne."

"So?� Kenny, I already know these people!"

"Ah, yes.� But this is what you don't know."� Taking a deep breath, Kendra put her future and the futures of the family out on a limb.

"I'd like for you to meet my father's sister."

Looking around, Adam said, "Okay.� Where is she?"

"Right here, Adam," answered Ellie with a wave, a smile crossing her features.

"Adam," spoke Devon, "Please meet my mother, Kymber and my father, Lorne."

"And," Ellie finished, "I'd like you to meet my mother, Etienne and my father, Lorne.� You already know my daughter, Kendra and my brother, Devon."

For a moment, Adam sat quietly, not understanding.� Suddenly, their words stuck him like a runaway truck.� He could feel the blood draining from his head, leaving him lightheaded and trembling.

"You mean... oh, my God!"� Adam's tone of voice clearly said he didn't believe what he was hearing.� Shock and surprise sent Adam's mind reeling as the implication made itself at home within his very soul.� He stood on shaky legs, holding onto the back of the chair to support himself.

Kendra looked back at her family, worry written across her lovely features, all the while thinking this may have not been a good idea.

Lorne sensed her worry, taking her hand and guiding her to sit on his lap.� "Give him a moment, Kenny.� He's got a lot to think about."

Horror and disgust flowed through Adam like some dark, viscous fluid.� He felt so sick he wanted to vomit right on the spot.� Swallowing back the bitter bile, Adam found he could speak.

"I don't believe it!� Kenny, tell me this is some sort of sick joke!"

From her perch on Lorne's lap, Kendra's quiet voice filled the room.� "It's no joke, Adam.� You've heard the saying 'the family that loves together stays together?'� Well, we love together in every way imaginable."

Nightmarish visions of every kind filled Adam's head as the truth of Kendra's words settled in.� Dumbfounded, he could only ask one question.

"For the love of God, why?"

"For love," answered Lorne, hugging Kendra tightly.� "We have all learned the best way to experience true love and happiness was to know it in our home."

Adam dropped to a kneeling position as if pole-axed.� His mind was threatening to shut down from the sheer overload being placed upon it.

"You lied to me," he said to Kendra weakly, feeling the need to say something.

"No, I never lied to you about anything, Adam.� I just didn't tell you certain things - it's not the same as lying."

Adam looked up at the calm, confident voice.� "How can you sit there all cool and collected?� Don't you know what this is doing to me?"

"Yes, I do, my love.� I told you it would be hard for you to hear, let alone understand."

"You're damned right I don't understand it!� What kind of sick people are you?"

Devon shook his head.� "We're not sick, Adam.� We are very much in love with each other.� We believe and trust in each other.� Just as we believe and trust in you."

Adam's head snapped up, the angry glint in his eyes catching Devon in its venomous grip.� "What's stopping me from going to the authorities?� I should turn the lot of you over to the police!"

Etienne looked at Adam with a mixture of love and sadness.� "You won't do that, dear."

"Oh, no?� Watch me."� Having decided a course of action, Adam stood, crossed the room to the telephone and picked up the receiver.� The eerie, warbling sound of the dial tone sounded louder than it should as each member of the family watched Adam with unnerving calm.� "I'll do it, I swear!" he vowed.

Lorne's calm, steady voice easily crossed the room.� "Do what you feel you have to, son."

"Yes, son," said Ellie, "if you feel you must do this, then by all means follow your heart."

Tears flowed down Adam's cheeks, creating dark circles upon the fabric of his shirt.� "This is all wrong - it must be stopped!"

Kymber said, "Stopped?� Adam, you can't stop love, no matter how hard you try."

Devon said, "There's something you should consider before you make that call."

Adam's angry reply sound like a gunshot in the spacious room.� "What?� That you're all sick freaks?"

Ellie frowned, as did Kendra.

Lorne said, "Who's going to believe you, Adam?� What are you going to tell them and, better yet, how to you plan on proving it?"

Adam's finger had pressed the first number which would summon the police when the truth of Lorne's words hit him.� What, indeed?� Lowering the phone for an instant, he looked back at the family as if they were aliens.

"I have to do something!� Kenny, what should I do?"

"Come to me, my husband," she called, extending her hand.� "There's two things you can do.� You can either reveal our secret to the world or, accept and embrace the love we have for each other.� And for you."

The staccato beeping of the phone invaded the ensuing silence as Adam surveyed his options.� He looked at each in turn, taking note of the calm way they were handling his threat.� No fear could be seen, no regrets or apologies.� Just love.

The receiver clunked onto the tabletop before coming to rest dangling from its cord.� Adam's eyes were fixed on the outstretched hand of his wife, his true love.� Woodenly, he crossed the room, taking her hand in his.� Tears cascaded unashamedly along the contours of his face, forming tiny salty droplets which dripped onto his shirt.

"I don't know what to do, Kenny.� I love you with all my heart.� I don't know if I can live knowing this!"� Adam wept openly, absently noting several pairs of hand touching him, soothing his pain and anguish.

"Believe me, darling; I know how you must be feeling.� You have to believe this is the best for all of us.� Look around you!� Do you see anything wrong with any of us?� The only difference between my family and yours is we're a lot closer with each other."

Adam allowed his head to lifted while a hand - he didn't know whose - dried his tears.� "You've all slept with each other."� More statement than question.

"Yes," answered Etienne.� "You can't imagine the joy of having someone making love to you who truly cares about you.� This isn't about just sex, Adam; any of us can get sex anywhere.� This is about loving and being loved."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Shame?� What's that?" asked Kymber.� "Like you, I was brought into the family, only I got to see it firsthand.� Even then, I knew there was no more beautiful way to express love."

"Adam," began Devon, "there's no shame in being in love like this.� We've eliminated shame and deception from our lives.� There isn't one person in this room I wouldn't trust my soul to, no questions asked."

"But, how can you make love to you own sister!� Don't you know how wrong it is?"

"Says who?" asked Ellie.� "The Bible?� The government?"

Adam cast a defiant look at his mother-in-law.� "It's against the law."

Lorne laughed, as did Kendra and Kymber.

"Why are you laughing?� There's nothing funny about this?"

"It's not against the law to love your family, Adam."� Lorne looked the younger man in the eye and said, "Besides, whose going to tell me the best way to keep my family happy?� The mayor?� The governor?� Reverend Jackson at the church?� I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Only I know what it takes to make my family happy.� As father and husband, it's my solemn goal in life to make them as happy as possible."

"Even fucking them?"� Adam's voice dripped venom.

"Yes, even that," said Eti, looking at her father with undisguised fondness.

"And I suppose you go along with all of this?"� The barbed question was aimed directly at Kendra.

"Of course I do; why do you think I'm so good at loving you?� I told you I had good teachers."

Quiet sobs wracked Adam as all of the truth made a nest in his heart and soul.� That didn't stop him from asking, "What about me?� If you have them, why do you need me?"

"Because I love you, silly.� From the very first day, I knew you were the one for me."

"That still doesn't explain why."

Etienne answered, moving to sit next to the stricken young man.� She ran a hand along the tear-streaked face before her.� "The why of it is easy, Adam.� Love has no power if it isn't shared.� That's what spreads the happiness from one to the other."

"I still don't understand."� Adam trembled as Etienne continued to run her fingers against his skin, finding the sensation strangely comforting.

Kymber's soft voice offered an explanation.� "From the time you're born, you get introduced to love.� Truly, it is because of love that you were born.� Your parents show their love for you in many ways.� They feed you, clothe you, and keep you safe from harm.� When they want to show you how much they care, didn't you get lots of hugs and kisses?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Even when they were angry, you knew they loved you," Devon said.

"I would only realize it after I thought about it later."

"Your parents," Lorne added, "taught you most of what you know, prepared you to face the world.� But, tell me; when was the last time your mother or father hugged you?"

"The day of the wedding," Adam answered, not getting the point.

"What was different about it?� Did it seem a little too impersonal?"

Now that Lorne had mentioned it, his parents did seem a little distant.

Lorne could see he had Adam's attention.� "Like your sister, Andrea, I believe.� When did you notice your relationship with her changed?"� I'll bet your relationship with her was at its peak; you did everything together, even bathe."

Etienne: "Then, one day, you were told you couldn't bathe with your sister any more.� Did it make sense to you?"

"No," Adam admitted.� "It didn't.� They just said we were getting too big to take baths together."

"And," added Devon, "from that day on, your relationship with Andrea hasn't quite been the same, has it?"

"No, no it hasn't.� We rarely speak these days."

"She feels like you no longer love her, doesn't she?", asked Kymber, stroking Adam's curly hair.

"Yes!� How did you know?"

Lorne's gentle laughter filled the room.� "It's easy, son.� Your parents spent a lot of time teaching you to share your feelings with them and Andrea.� As things progress and your feelings and, perhaps theirs grew stronger, they saw too much love and affection could lead to lovemaking."

All of this was beginning to make sense to Adam, adjusting his head so Eti could have better access to his ear.

"So, you're saying they taught me to love and care for my family then decided to stop because they were afraid things would go too far."

"Exactly."� Kendra said, getting up to stand next to her father.� Kymber took her place, holding his hands.� "When you stop sharing love, it dies, leaving you to find it elsewhere."

Adam looked confused.� "But, Kendra married me!� Obviously, there's nothing wrong with the love she has for you.� How do you explain that?"� Was it getting warmer in here?

"When love is strong, it lives.� It grows stronger as the love is shared with others.� Simple."

Adam looked toward Kymber as she spoke.� Were her eyes always that green?� Funny, he'd never noticed it before...

Lorne looked up at Devon and nodded.� Slowly, he removed himself from the tangle of bodies at his feet, going to stand next to his son.

"Go to him, daughter," Devon said as he handed her off.� "He needs you now more than ever.� Show him love."

"Thanks for helping me with this; I couldn't have done it without you."

Lorne gave a loving look at his granddaughter.� "What's family for, honey?"

Turning, Kendra looked down at her husband.� Adam was lost in thought, not even noticing the circle of women around him.� With a smile, she joined them.

Part V, Chapter Twelve

Kendra took a spot directly in front of Adam.� He looked so lost, so vulnerable.� Taking his face in her hands, she called softly to him.

"Adam?� We love you very much.� I'm sorry if we caused you any pain, but it had to be brought out into the light.� I feel so much better now."

Adam looked first at Kendra then to Eti, Ellie, and Kymber in turn.� In the eyes of each woman, he found no hate or dislike.� Only love.� And, something else...

"I'm sorry I behaved so badly; this is all sudden and different."

Kymber turned Adam's head and kissed him gently.� "Don't worry, Adam, take time to let it all sink in."

Adam's blood, which been a chunk of ice an hour earlier, thawed quickly at the contact.� Looking into her eyes, he reasoned this really wasn't as bad as it sounded.

"Adam."

Adam turned, finding himself looking into Eti's hazel eyes.� "We all love you dearly."� Leaning forward, Etienne kissed him.

As did Ellie.� True to her devilish nature, Ellie let her tongue slide between his lips.

With Kendra, the circle became complete as she pulled Adam to her, locking their lips together with fierce passion.

Adam's head was swimming dizzily, attempting to figure out what was happening to him.� His body knew, though, as he was also very much aware of the throbbing erection making a tent in his pants.

"Adam, love," Kendra said after breaking the kiss.� "It's time for you to take your place in the family.� No one is going to force anything on you; it must be accepted on your own."

That said, Kendra sat back on her haunches to wait for Adam's decision.� She looked toward the other three women waiting with her, taking note of Eti's calmness, Kymber's twinkling eyes, and her mother's outright look of anticipation.

Adam, too, had noticed those looks.� Turning, he looked for Lorne and Devon, hoping to gain some support from them - only to discover them gone.� A troubled sigh whispered from his lips as Adam pondered how to respond.� There was no doubt in the young man's mind about his love for Kendra; now he was faced with extending that love to his mother-in-law and the other women of the family.

Glancing down at his hands, he recalled something Kendra told him one night after a steamy session of making love, something about love being the only true answer to one's happiness.� At the time, a lifetime ago, it didn't make any sense so Adam had pretty much dismissed the cryptic remark.

Adam smile wryly as he realized the meaning of Kendra's words that night.

"Might I be allowed to ask a question?"

"Go ahead, honey," Kendra answered.� "What do you wish to know?"

"Must I be a part of this?� I mean, this goes against everything I've ever learned."

Etienne answered him.� "Being loved goes against your teachings?� You've been loved by your parents, haven't you?"

Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation.� "Yes, but they would have never dreamed about something like this!"

Kymber spoke up, green eyes flashing.� "True enough.� You don't seem to have a problem loving Kendra, do you?� She doesn't seem to mind sharing her love with you!"

"Of course not!"

"Adam," Ellie said, "I'm going to be a bit more blunt than my mother and grandmother.� You look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't wanted to take me to bed.� Come on, admit it!� I have no problem telling you I'd jump your bones in a minute!"

"Why?"

"Because you love my daughter and I love you.� And, shit, you're a stud to boot!"� A spattering of laughter bubbled up from the assembled women at this.

"All we're saying, darling," said Kendra, "is that we all love you.� All of us want to show our love for you and, yes, want to be loved by you in return.� Is that so terrible a thing for a person to want?"

Adam could feel himself weakening under the combined logical assault as he answered his wife.� "No, it isn't.� But what if someone gets jealous?"

For a moment, the four women looked at each other before becoming suddenly hysterical with laughter.

"Jealousy!"

"Is he kidding?"

"Kenny, he isn't serious is he?"

"I don't believe he said that..."

Adam's mouth was open in disbelief; why were they laughing?

Kendra reached for her husband's hand, squeezing it gently.� "Baby, in this family, there's no such thing as being jealous.� The only thing anyone ever gets around here is loved."

Adam had only to look at the lovely faces around him to know Kendra spoke the truth.� Taking a deep breath - damn, it was hot in here - he made his decision.

"I suppose it isn't fair to love Kendra as much as I do without showing the rest of the family how much I love them as well."� He chuckled before saying, "I guess it's all or nothing, huh?"

"That just about covers it, Adam," Ellie said.

"Then count me in.� It seems to me not sharing my love with you would make Kenny unhappy - and that's the last thing I want to do."

As the four women stood, Adam searched his soul for signs of discomfort with his decision, surprised to find himself comfortable with it.� At the same time, he could shake the feeling he had just gotten in over his head.

*�� *�� *

Lorne looked across the table at Devon, grinning.� "Gin.� I believe that's $20 you owe me."

Devon tossed his cards down with feigned disgust.� "You take credit cards?"

"I'll put it on your tab.� Let's see, you now owe me, um, $135,000, give or take a couple of hundred."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"It's awful quiet in there.� You wanna go take a peek?"

Lorne cocked his head slightly, listening.� Shaking his head, he said, "No, not really.� This is something Kendra has to deal with in her own way.� Adam will either accept it - accept us - or he won't."

"I don't think he will; he doesn't seem open-minded enough."

"I think he will, Dev.� He loves Kenny and, frankly, I've seen the way he's been looking at Ellie."

"Yeah, I know - Ellie wants to eat the boy alive!"

"You want to play another hand?"

"No, I owe you enough as it is, you old card shark!"

"Tell you what.� Loser goes to see what's going on in there - deal?"

"Deal.� Okay, get ready to take a walk, Dad!"

"In your dreams, son."

Three minutes later, Devon was heading for the living room, shaking his head in disbelief.� I don't know how he does it, Devon thought.� As he entered the living room, Devon came to an abrupt stop:� the living room was empty.

"Dad!� You gotta see this!"� Devon heard a crash, followed by a muffled curse.� Seconds later, Lorne joined his son.

"Where are they?"

Devon looked around the room, his eyes catching a flash of yellow.� Crossing the room, Devon picked up the golden cloth, instantly recognizing it as the blouse as Kymber's.� Turning, he showed it to his father.

"Looks like you were right, Dad."

"So it would seem.� What say you and I go even up the odds?"

"It's the fair thing to do!� Can't let Adam have all the fun, can we?"

"After you, then."

"No, after you - I insist!"

"Age before beauty!"

"Then you'd better get going, Grandpa!"

Together, father and son climbed the stairs.� Once at the top, they listened for the sounds of love being made.

Lorne looked to his right, cocking his head.� "This way," he said moving in the direction of Devon's old room.

When Devon saw where they were going, he said, "It figures she'd use my room."

Lorne nodded in silent agreement.� Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door open and stepped into the darkened room with Devon close behind.

"Come on in and leave your clothes at the door," a voice invited, barely heard amongst the groans and sounds of sexual pleasure.

As their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the men could make out a tangle of flesh in motion - somewhere under the mound of femininity was Adam.� "Still dressed, eh?"� The voice of his wife came to him and Lorne turned his head in that direction, finding the still-lithe redhead seated on Adam face, her breasts bouncing gently against her chest as she gyrated her hips smoothly against his mouth.� Behind Kymber, Eti was riding the poor boy for all she was worth, his shaft of dark meat standing out against the lighter hues of her body.

Devon took in the scene, feeling his manhood swelling in anticipation.� Looking to his left, he found his sister and daughter, locked in a frantic, yet highly erotic, sixty-nine, each woman moaning with exquisite pleasure.

Lorne had already shed his clothing and was standing in front of Kymber, who took his turgid member deep into her throat, causing the older man to visibly shudder.� Devon, now undressed, stepped across Adam's prone form, offering his hardness to Eti.� He exhaled loudly as warm, moist mouth covered hard, hot cock.

*�� *�� *

Adam couldn't believe what was happening to him.� Once inside the room, the women quickly deprived him of his clothing, casting hungry glances at his body.� He turned to Kendra, suddenly afraid; Kendra looked back at him, shaking her head.

"It's out of my hands, love.� You belong to all of us now."

Before he could protest, a mouth covered his erection completely while other lips and tongues explored his body. �Adam felt hands caressing him, probing and touching before easing him to the carpeted floor.� Soon, he found himself smothered in hot, wet pussy - he had no idea whose, but Christ, what a huge clit!� He found his concentration slipping away as several tongues bathed his cock with varying degrees of tenderness.

A wet finger penetrated his bottom and his back arched in response, driving his cock skyward before being swallowed whole.� Lips ticked and tantalized his scrotal sac, while teeth gently nipped the tender flesh they found there.

A flurry of motion found Adam's face covered with yet another mound of flesh.� Another large clitoris slipped between his lips as dark thighs clamped around his head.� More in self-defense than anything else, Adam sucked at the invading bit of hard flesh, flicking his tongue over the exposed head.� He grinned as the body above him shook in reaction to his touch, restoring his confidence and allaying his fears.� Reaching up, he grabbed two hands full of firm buttocks, pulling them down harder onto his awakening tongue.

Seconds later, a hot flood of tangy liquid exploded into his mouth, the flesh above him trembling mightily.� The thighs removed themselves from around his head, only to be replaced by a set a tanned ones.� The flame-red thatch of pubic hairs identified the owner as Kymber.� He felt her fingers entwined themselves into his hair, pulling his head hard against her; at the same time, he felt wet pussy enveloping his cock, clamping down on him.� Dimly, he was aware of a voice saying something about coming in and leaving clothes somewhere...

*�� *�� *

Devon crossed to the tangle of females he knew to be his Ellie and Kendra, his erection throbbing in his hand.� Deftly, he moved behind Kendra, now on top, and with one powerful thrust, split her tender flesh with his smooth hardness, grunting as he slid deep into the slick sheath.� Immediately, Ellie's tongue could be felt at the base of his shaft, flittering and teasing as he fucked into his daughter.

Kendra's efforts on Ellie's clit doubled as the thickness invaded and spread her wide.� She sucked hard on her mother's clit, feeling it throbbing between her lips.� The darkness was approaching and she wasn't about to give in to it, not yet, not now.� She drew her tongue across the sensitive head, felt it quiver crazily, then the flood of sweet juices as Ellie's orgasm and release washed over her, hips thrusting upward to meet Kendra's mouth.

Ellie cried out as the orgasmic wave continued to punish her, feeling the spreading pool of wetness under her.� Above her, she could see the delicious sight of Devon's hard cock spreading Kendra wide, glittering patches of pussy juices covering the veined shaft.� Ellie watched as Devon's sac began to tighten - he was close to filling Kendra with his hot spunk.

The sounds of love filled Devon's head as he continued to thrust into Kendra's yielding flesh.� An instant later, he was spilling inside of her, his cock pulsing jet after jet of love into her sweet hole.

"Shit!� Yes!� Pump it, baby, pump it!"� Kendra pushed back against the hardness, feeling the hot stickiness coat her insides.� "Fill that bitch up!� Flood it!"

A scant few feet away, Lorne looked up, smiling: Kendra could be so sluttish when it came to loving!� He reached down and removed Kymber from Adam's face, noting the green eyed beauty's look of pure bliss as she poured love down Adam's throat, so much the younger man was choking with the effort to keep up with the hot flow.� Laying his wife down, Lorne impaled her with one hard thrust of his hips, then settled in to ravage her body, savoring the familiar feel of her.� His lips locked onto an erect nipple and he bit down on it lightly, feeling Kymber's nails digging into his back.

Kymber gasped as her husband filled and spread her, the feeling intensified by the over-sensitivity of her sex - Adam's lips and tongue had done quite a number on her!� When his mouth closed onto her nipple a soothing warmth flowed through her which quickly changed to a raging inferno as Lorne's teeth scraped across the hard surface.� Sharp, delicious pain flowed through her breast, heading straight for the junction of their bodies as she dug her nails into Lorne's back.

"Ah, damn it!"� Lorne could feel a trickle of blood running down his back, encouraging him to double his efforts.� He plowed into her with long, hard strokes, which moved them along the carpeted floor.� His knees burned with the irritation caused by friction against the abrasive material; however, he was beyond giving a flying fuck, concentrating on burying his cock deeper into Kymber.

Kymber could feel the scrape of carpet against her back and buttocks as well, the additional pain adding to the pleasures being heaped upon her.� She opened her eyes to see Lorne's perspiring face and the fierce, passionate look in his eyes.� With each thrust, Kymber could feel Lorne's large knob against the entrance to her womb, building the feelings within her beyond tolerance.� For what seemed to be forever, Kymber tottered on the brink of release; Lorne withdrew once more, too aware of the tight, tingling feeling at the base of his cock.� With a grunt, he set himself deep into his loving wife, feeling the rippling flesh part with his passing.

"Ooh, darling!� Now, baby, now!"� Kymber's words became incoherent as love sent her flying over the edge of sanity, crashing into the orgasmic rocks below, while Lorne's passionate grunts changed into a low, lusty growl as he flowed into her, bathing her womb with thick, spermy love.

Meanwhile, Etienne sat astride Adam's cock, immersed in the wonderful feeling of having his hardness inside.� She smiled while looking down at the helpless young man beneath her.� Adam's eyes were screwed tightly shut; a light sheen of Kymber's juices coated his face.� Leaning forward, Eti kissed Adam deeply, while focusing her concentration on a certain set of muscles.

Adam was close to losing it - and he knew it.� Somehow, this woman knew how to keep him right on the edge, prolonging his pleasure.� He felt Eti's weight shift just before her mouth covered his.� Hot, snaking tongue slipped in to find his and they battled with each other; to Adam's 'shame', he was losing - and badly!� Just as he was about to make an attempt to assert himself, he felt Etienne's pussy contract around him, hard, then soft, then hard again.� Etienne's smile widen as Adam grew thicker within her.

Adam's world spun out of its orbit as the first milky spurts of love were drawn from him.� It was like making love to Kenny, only three times more intense as he found himself caught in the throes of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced.

Eti continued to smile as the first spurts splattered into her, using her well-trained muscles to coax more of the precious fluid from him.� "Come on, Adam!� Don't be so stingy with it - let it flow!"� All Adam could do was groan as Eti's pussy milked the last drops from him until he grew soft.

"Grandmother?� Did you leave anything for me?"

Eti turned toward Kendra, sparing a glance at Adam.� "I don't know - maybe.� Adam?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?"

Kendra smiled.� "He's okay - I know that confused sound."

Ellie's voice floated across the room.� "Hey!� Don't let him go to sleep before I get a shot at him!"

Kendra looked at her mother with mock anger.� "Mom!"

"What?"

"Give him a break, will you?"

Ellie's answer was to crawl toward Adam, a cat stalking her prey.� "I'll give him a break - trust me!"� Reaching her son-in-law, Ellie's body flowed onto his, her tongue finding his softened shaft and the dried juices encrusted along its shriveled length.

"Oh, look," Ellie purred.� "He's not ready yet.� Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"� Taking a breath, Ellie swallowed Adam whole, the flakes of his dried seed dissolving in the liquid warmth of her mouth.

"Mom..." Kendra knew Adam wouldn't be able to deal with this new assault on his tender manhood.

Ellie waved a hand at her daughter, signaling she should be quiet.� Beneath her, Adam moaned, his body jerking.� She added a moan of her own, feeling him growing in her mouth.� She sucked gently yet with a firmness not to be denied until the young neophyte was once again proudly erect.

Ellie let Adam's cock slip out of her mouth.� Holding it in her hand, she looked at the assembled family members.� "Anyone want some of this?"

Throughout all of this, Adam lay stunned and just a tad bit confused.� It was bad enough Etienne had worked some sort of spell on him, draining him effortlessly.� Experience had taught Adam he'd be unable to continue.� Now his mother-in-law had not only revived his member, but was offering it to the others like it was dessert!� And now, adding to his disbelief, here was Devon, all male, lowering his mouth, enveloping him in its warmth.

Somewhere in the dark reached of Adam's thoughts, instinct warred against learned behavior.� His instinct was to lay back and enjoy the scintillating feelings while his learned behavior just wasn't buying another man blowing him.� Confused by the internal battle, he turned his head, only to find another cock just mere inches from his face!� While he was focused on Devon, Lorne had obviously moved next to him, joining Ellie who was whispering comforting words in his ear.

What kind of person did they think he was?� Adam's thoughts were in turmoil.� Being a part of an orgy, well, he could deal with that (couldn't he?), even if all the participants were related to each other.� And, having his cock so lovingly tended to by Devon, well, it wasn't all that bad (was it?) - it really felt nice and showed his appreciation by flexing his hips upward to meet Devon's mouth.

But a cock in his face!� What did they expect him to do?

"Dad?� Would you scratch my back?� It really itches!"

Adam felt and saw Lorne move to comply with Ellie's request, bringing the thick, veined shaft more into his field of vision.� As it hovered just mere inches from his face, Adam took a moment to look at it closely as a clear drop of liquid hung precariously from the slit.

Devon was doing something tantalizing with his tongue causing Adam to gasp aloud.� As his mouth opened, Lorne shifted his position again, done with scratching Ellie's back.� The crystal droplet fell, finding its way onto Adam's parted lips; instinctively, he licked his lips and, surprise, it didn't taste all that bad...

Part V, Chapter Thirteen

As the men were momentarily occupied, Kendra, Etienne, Ellie, and Kymber busied themselves with each other.� Kendra felt a rush of excitement run through her as she watched her husband happily slurping away on her grandfather's cock.� Who would have thought it?� Further thoughts on the subject were driven away by the raspy sensations being provided by Kymber's tongue on her nipple.

Kendra shivered as chills radiated from her erect nipple outwards leaving goose bumps in their wake.� This was a special joy for Kendra as the chills reached her pubic area, instantly changing into a soothing heat.� "Mmm, that feels so nice!"

Kymber smiled and shifted her attention to Kendra's other nipple - lest it begin to feel left out, you know?� Within seconds, the once-flat nipple responded to Kymber's touch, becoming erect and waiting for more stimulation.

"Mmmm," Kymber moaned, washing her tongue across the underside of Kendra's breast, her hands gently cupping its weight.� "You have such lovely tits - I can't keep my mouth off of them!"

Kendra's only reply was a seductive smile as the warmth continued to change into a moist, penetrating heat, running her hands along the smooth contours of the elder redhead's body, all the while marveling at how firm it was for a woman her age.

With practiced ease, Kymber continued working her way down her granddaughter's body, stopping only long enough to flick her tongue into Kendra's navel, delighting in firm tummy muscles rippling in response.� Straddling the younger woman's body, she offered her own musky nest for inspection.

Kendra wasted no time in plunging her mouth onto the fleshy offering, capturing Kymber's clit between her full lips, sucking gently until the bit of flesh there began to grow firm.

"Oh, yes!" Kymber gasped, shuddering at the contact.� "Do me, eat me!"� Gasping once more, Kymber lowered her head to the dark triangle between Kendra's now-open legs, seeking and finding what she desired.

Not to be outdone, Ellie and Etienne were deep into an oral battle of their own, each woman sucking and licking the other with a passion which wouldn't be denied.

The room filled with the sounds of love being made.� The soft rustle of flesh against flesh was occasionally punctuated with heavy breathing, grunting and moaning.

And, of course, the equally occasional curse from Kenny as Kymber's experienced tongue took her to higher levels of pleasure.

Adam was lost in the new - yet familiar- sensations.� Devon's mouth continued to do wonderful, delightful things to his swollen member while Lorne continued to pump thick cock meat into his mouth.

"This is crazy," he thought.� "There's a man sucking my dick and another man has his dick in my mouth - and I'm loving every minute of it!"

Lorne was loving it too, feeling his sac tighten and the indescribable tingling sensation crawling up his spine.� With shorter, faster strokes, he continued to assault the young man's mouth urging himself on to completion.

Adam could feel Lorne's cock growing thicker,� knowing what the faster strokes meant.� He backed off until just the bulbous head remained, running his tongue across what he hoped was a sensitive area.

It was.� One moment there was nothing but fat, hard cock in his mouth.� The next, Adam's mouth was flooded with a copious amount of sticky, salty fluid which was spilling from his mouth at an seemingly incredible rate.� The shock of this latest experience was enough to shove him over the edge, very much aware of his own manhood pumping spurt after spurt of man-love into Devon's waiting mouth.

Unlike Adam, Devon didn't miss one precious drop.� Once the last of Adam's seed was taken, Devon got up and straddled Adam's chest, his hand furiously working the elongated hard shaft of his maleness, seeking his own release.

Lorne, momentarily drained, moved to one side and watched as Adam grabbed Devon's hips, pulling him closer until the head of Devon's cock disappeared into the novice's mouth.

Now with his thighs on either side of Adam's head, Devon leaned forward to rest on his elbows before thrusting gently into Adam's mouth, once, twice... There!� Devon's body stiffened as his seed began to flow from him in hot spurts.

If Adam felt he was lost before, where was he now?� Devon's sperm, just as thick (but not as salty) continued to flow into his mouth and into his belly, creating a satisfying warmth and, strangely, putting an end to a hunger he had been feeling.

Rolling to one side and panting heavily, Devon looked at his son-in-law, the younger man's face covered with gooey love.� Without a thought, he leaned forward and began licking Adam's face clean until nothing remained.

Crossing the room to where four exhausted women lay sprawled in various positions, Devon and Lorne found places between their bodies and stretched out beside them; however, Adam remained where he was.� Kendra noticed his absence and called to him.

"Honey, why don't you come on over?"� Her question went unanswered; suddenly alarmed at his silence, Kendra freed herself from the tangle of flesh and crawled over to him.

Reaching him, she could immediately see something was wrong as indicated by the large teardrops cascading along the contours of his face.� Gently, Kendra reached out and placed a hand on his chest.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Adam's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the tears.� The sight of his lovely wife (once his vision cleared, that is) gave him great comfort - and just a bit of distress as well.� He reached up to stroke her face and quickly dropped his hand, noticing how bad it was shaking.� The physical and emotional repercussions rapidly renewed themselves in his mind and his river of tears began again.� The rest of the family was alert and watching as well.� Ellie started to move towards them and was stopped by Lorne.

"Ellie, no.� They have to work this out for themselves."

"But, Dad..."

"No buts.� Everyone stay right where you are."

Kendra cradled Adam's head in her lap and began rocking, feeling his tears dripping onto her.� Deep sobs wracked his body as Adam gave in to the overwhelming turmoil.� For long minutes, husband and wife sat like this until his sobs subsided.� Kendra could feel his pain and confusion as if it were her own, causing her to fight against the emotions building inside her own soul.

Finally, Adam turned over until he was looking up at his wife, wiping his face with the back of his hand.� Clearing his throat, he spoke for the first time since this all began.

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I broke down like that."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, my darling.� If anything, we should apologize for dumping all of this on you at one time and forcing you to make a decision."

"You didn't force me into anything."

"I know, but we let our love for you - and each other - put you into a bad situation with yourself."

"Kenny, you don't understand; I'm not angry with any of you.� What happened was, well, more than what I thought it would be."

Adam sat up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.� Turning slightly, he addressed the family.

"When we were talking about this, all I could see was some pretty wild sex.� It wasn't until Devon and Lorne, ah, had their way with me I realized this family loving thing was bigger than anything I could have imagined."

Adam suddenly stood, going to the bathroom.� A moment later, all in attendance could hear the sounds of him blowing his nose, followed by the unmistakable sound of running water.� Seconds later, the toilet flushed and Adam reemerged, looking much more composed.

"Sorry - had to take care of some business."� He flashed everyone a smile before sitting down again, this time with the family. �Kendra scurried to sit next to him.� When he had their attention, Adam continued.� "When I was alone with all of you," nodding at the women, "I was thinking how kinky it would be having all this attention from them.� When the guys showed up, I thought 'so much the better!'"

"What I didn't realize was all of this wasn't about fucking - it was about being in love.� When us guys were getting it on, it hit me.� I saw myself doing things I've never done before and loving every minute of it.� My feeling went beyond just mere sexual satisfaction and it wasn't until we had finished I realized I'd never been loved so much before in my life."

"Guys, I do apologize for not giving you as good as I got, but like I said, I've never done anything like this before."

"The only thing which matters is you accepted our love and gave love in return," Lorne said.� "It doesn't matter if you were good at it or not."� Heads nodded in agreement.

Adam nodded, understanding Lorne's words.� "I had a lot to think about in a very short space of time and, shit, it got the best of me.� I was crying because I've never been so happy before."

Etienne's soft voice floated in the air.� "That's what it's all about, Adam - love and happiness."� Eti rose from her place next to Kymber and sat next to Adam.

"You see, when my father and I began all of this, all we had was love for each other.� When Kymber joined the family, there was still a great deal of love.� When the children were born," she gestured to the assembled young adults, "we knew then our love was too much to keep all to ourselves."

Kymber spoke up, her voice low and husky.� "Remember, dear Adam, love is nothing if it isn't shared.� Without sharing, love never has a chance to spread and grow.� Even my father realized this; I'm just glad we had a chance to share our love before he died."

"It's all we've known all our lives," said Ellie while Devon nodded in agreement.� "For us to do anything else, well, just doesn't make sense."

A lull settled over the room as Kendra, her voice very quiet, had her say.� "And then I met you."

Lorne's baritone voice filled the room, sounding all the world to Adam like the voice of God.

"Son, look at it this way, if you will.� Eventually, you would have discovered our secret.� We all felt it better to introduce you to the family in this manner instead - it's a lot easier on the nerves, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, sir.� I hate to think how I may have reacted had I found out about this somewhere down the road."

"Good.� Now, if no one has any objections, let's all go to bed - I'm tired and need my beauty rest."

As everyone moved to first collect their respective mates, Kendra cleared her throat for attention.

"Uh, could I have your attention for a moment?"� Even Adam stopped in mid-stride, turning toward his wife.� Convince everyone was paying attention she continued.� "I have an announcement to make."

"What is it, honey?" Adam asked, clearly curious as was everyone in the room.

"I've got something I need to show everyone.� Just a minute."� Kendra dashed to the pile of clothing under the window, picking through the remnants until she found what she was looking for.

"Ah!� Here it is!"� Returning to the sleepy group, she held up the object in her hand.� "Ta-da!"

In the semi-darkness, everyone strained to identify the object.

"Oh, shit."� That from Lorne.� As everyone realized what Kendra was holding, the room quickly filled with gasps.

"You mean..."

"Nah, that can't be right... can it?"

"What?� WHAT?"� Adam was still a bit punch-drunk from all which had happened this evening.� "What in the hell is going on?"

Devon turned and patted Adam on the shoulder.� "What's your favorite color, son?"

"Blue.� Why?"

Ellie planted a kiss on his cheek.� "Glad to hear it, Adam.� Goodnight!"

Adam turned to his wife, who handed him the object of everyone's excitement.� It took him a moment to recognize it and what it meant.

"This is, oh shit, this means..."

"It sure does!� I'm pregnant!"� As Kymber, Etienne and Lorne moved close to congratulate Kendra, they all heard a muffled thump.� Kymber and Eti both looked at Lorne who, if he could, would have vanished right on the spot.

"Does that sound familiar?" asked Kymber.

"Oh, I believe it does, dear sister - I believe it does!� Doesn't it, Dad?"

"No comment.� Come on, let's get the poor child out of the floor and into bed."

Together, they picked Adam's insensate form off the floor.� Lorne unceremoniously slung the unconscious father-to-be across his shoulder and headed off in the direction of Kendra's room.

Kendra looked puzzled, however, Etienne provided the explanation.

"It seems to be a family trait - we get pregnant, they pass out."

"Men."

"I know.� Can't live with them, can't live without them.� Go figure."

Part V, Chapter Fourteen

The next morning, Adam drove to his parents' home to tell them the good news.� During the drive, Kendra noticed her husband's silence.

"Are you okay?"

The car rolled to a stop at a traffic light, allowing Adam to turn and look at Kendra.� "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're awfully quiet this morning."

"I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

The light changed.� Adam pulled away from the intersection, shaking his head.� "No, not right now.� I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I've got to get all of this sorted out."

Kendra wasn't upset over his silence nor was she offended by it.� "Well, whenever you're ready to talk about it, let me know."

Adam squeezed her hand.� "I will, Kenny.� Don't worry, things will work out - I just need a little time to get it all together."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the home of Adam's parents, Roger and Allison Harrison.� Adam was surprised to see his sister's car in the drive.� Within seconds of ringing the door bell, Adam and Kendra were greeted by Allison's smiling face.

"Well look at what the wind blew in our direction," she exclaimed.� Embracing first Kendra then Adam, Allison led them to the family room where Roger and Andrea were sitting.

"Come on in and grab a seat!� It's good to see you!"� Roger Harrison stood and shook hands with his son.� "And Kendra!� Come here and give me a hug!"

Kendra crossed the short distance to where her father-in-law stood and embraced him affectionately, letting the embrace last just a tiny bit longer than what was considered normal.� "It's good to see you again, Mr. Harrison.� I take it you've been well?"

"As well as can be expected, thank you.� Oh!� Where are my manners?� You do remember Andrea, don't you?"

"Of course I do!� How could I forget my maid of honor?"� Kendra leaned over and planted a kiss on Andrea's cheek, catching the scent of an expense perfume.

Andrea returned the sisterly peck, noticing the smooth warmth of Kendra's cheek.� "Hi, Kenny!� Looks like married life is treating you well!"

Kendra smiled broadly.� "Yeah, well, it has its advantages.� How about you and your husband?"

The atmosphere in the room dimmed slightly, immediately informing Kendra she had hit on a touchy subject.� "Oh, I'm sorry..."

Andrea waved a hand in dismissal.� "It's all right, Kenny.� Dale and I are just having a minor disagreement."

Still a bit uncomfortable, Kendra took a seat beside Adam.

"Well!� What brings you kids here?" asked Allison, glad to break the somber mood.

"We have some good news to share with you," said Adam while turning to look at Kendra.

"Don't keep us in suspense, son," Roger prompted.� "What's the good news?"

With barely disguised glee, Adam looked at his parents and sister.� "We're going to have a baby."

For a moment, all heads turned to Kendra for confirmation, which she gave with a tiny nod of her head.� Another second for the news to sink in - and the room exploded in well-wishes and questions as to what the parents-to-be wanted, boy, girl, or both.� Of course, this was followed by the age-old answer of it didn't matter as long as...

Father and son shook hands, both grinning like idiots while Kendra exchanged more hugs with mother- and sister-in-law.� Andrea took the opportunity to whisper something in Kendra's ear.

"I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, Andrea."

"One thing, though - can I talk to you about something?"

Kendra leaned back from the embrace, her curiosity piqued.� "Sure," she answered.� "Whenever you're ready."

Andrea interrupted her parents and brother long enough to excuse herself and Kendra from the room.� Motioning Kendra to follow, Andrea led the way upstairs.

Adam glanced in their direction as they disappeared upstairs.� "What's that all about?"

Allison patted his hand.� "Wife talk, Adam - nothing you'd be interested in."� However, in the back of her mind, Allison had to admit curiosity.

"Oh, let them go!� This calls for a drink to celebrate!"� Roger rose from his seat, heading for the oak and leather bar in the other room.� "All right folks, belly up to the bar!� Drinks are on the house!"

*�� *�� *

Andrea stepped aside to allow Kendra to enter the room before following and closing the door.� She crossed the room and sat on the bed, motioning for Kendra to sit next to her.� As Andrea framed her thoughts, Kendra took a moment to look around the room, thinking how perfectly it reflected its former occupant.

Colonial-style furniture, with carpeting and wallpaper done in lively, yet subtle pastel colors.� This was a woman used to getting what she wanted without being brash and pushy about it.� Kendra's examination of the room was halted by the sound of Andrea clearing her throat.� Turning toward the sound, Kendra gave her sister-in-law her full attention.� "As I said downstairs, Dale and I, well, we're having some problems.� Nothing major, mind you, but I was wondering how you and Adam settle any differences between you."

"Oh, that's easy," Kendra answered.� "We don't disagree with each other."

"That's impossible," said Andrea, not attempting to hide the disbelief in her voice.

"No, not really.� Adam and I get along just fine.� If we have a difference of opinion on something, it's no big deal - he's entitled to his opinion."

"Are you telling me if he wanted to do something and you didn't, you wouldn't argue with him?"

"No, I wouldn't.� I trust Adam; if he wanted me to do something, then it must be important to him."

"So you'd go along with it."

"When possible.� Despite what you might think, I do have a life.� Adam knows and respects this."

Andrea shook her head.� "It can't be that easy."

"No, it isn't, but love goes a long way in helping to avoid ugly situations."

Andrea's laugh had a bitter sound to it.� "Love.� Right.� The only thing Dale loves is Dale.� Ever since the day we got married, it's always been about him and to hell with what I want."

Kendra placed a hand on Andrea's knee.� "You're saying Dale doesn't love you?"

"He does, but..."

Kendra nodded, suddenly understanding.� "He loves you but has a funny way of showing it."

Andrea frowned at Kendra's comment, thinking just how much truth the statement contained.� Her features softened as she turned to face her sister-in-law.

"Kenny?� Tell me something."

"If I can, Andrea."

"How do you deal with Adam?� I mean, why do you two get along so well?"

Kendra thought for a moment before answering.� "Well, I understand Adam and of course I love him.� I respect and value his opinions."

"It can't be that easy!"

Kendra smiled, gently touching Andrea's hand.� "It is, believe me.� As his wife, it's my trust to keep him happy, something I'm proud and pleased to do."

Andrea's face brightened, thinking she had found a flaw in Kendra's thinking.� "Ah-ha!� Does he feel the same way?"

Kendra's smile widened.� "Of course he does - why wouldn't he?"

"I suppose you have a point.� Adam has always been the agreeable type.� How does he get along with your parents and the rest of the family?"

"Just fine.� They love and respect each other very much.� In the beginning, there were a few difficulties, but they were quickly resolved."

"Difficulties?� Like what?"

Kendra knew she had to be careful here, taking a few extra seconds to form her answer.� "He had to get used to a few things about my family, like our somewhat affluent lifestyle."

Andrea nodded; the Williams' family wealth would be something Adam would have to get used to, not that his own family wanted for very much.

"Also, he had to get used to everyone wanting to do things for him and expecting nothing in return."

"I can imagine that just fine; Adam was always the type who wanted to do things for himself and wouldn't hear of not repaying a favor done for him."

"Other than those things, my family and Adam get along just fine."

Andrea's frustration began to show.� "There's got to be something I can do, something I haven't thought of yet."

"If there's anything I can do," Kendra offered, "let me know."

"Perhaps there is something else," Andrea said.

"Anything.� Just ask it."

Andrea's features flushed crimson.� "If I'm not being too nosey, how is your sex life?"

The yellow warning lights of caution flashed brighter in Kendra's mind.� "It couldn't be any better.� Adam is so loving and thoughtful."� Kendra smiled devilishly.� "He's pretty good, too.� But, like most men, he could be better.� I don't worry about it though; we've got plenty of time together."

Andrea took in Kendra's statement, feeling a momentary pang of jealousy - her sex life with Dale often left a lot to be desired.� "You're one lucky girl."

"I like to think so."

Standing, Andrea looked around the room.� "I'd give anything to have the kind of happiness you've got."

Kendra regarded Andrea closely.� Clearly, the poor woman didn't have enough love in her life and it make Kendra sad.� She mentally crossed her fingers and made a decision.

"The price of happiness can be rather steep, you know.� Andrea?"

"Huh?"

"Be careful what you wish for - you might get it and find it wasn't what you wanted."

"I don't get it."

Kendra rose and went to stand in front of Andrea.� Taking her hands, Kendra looked into the dark-haired beauty's deep brown eyes.� "The secret to my happiness.� I can share it with you if happiness is what you're truly looking for."

Tears began to form at the corners of Andrea's eyes.� "I don't want to lose Dale!� Despite his crazy behavior, I really do love him!"

Kendra reached up to wipe Andrea's tears away.� "Hey!� Don't cry - it'll be all right!"

With a sob, Andrea threw herself into Kendra's arms, her tears flowing freely.� Kendra held her close, feeling Andrea's pain... and something else.� As she held Andrea against her, Kendra could feel the other woman's tears, first warm then cool against her cheek.� Kendra was very much aware of the increasing pressure their bodies were creating as a trembling Andrea held on for dear life.

Kendra was becoming more and more excited, finding it a bit difficult to resist the natural urge to provide the ultimate comfort to her sister-in-law.� Still, it didn't stop her from using one hand to stroked Andrea's long dark hair.� "There, there.� It's okay, Andrea.� Let it all out."� Through the fabric of her clothing, Kendra could feel Andrea's nipples harden which caused her own nipples to respond in kind, wondering if Andrea could feel it as well.� This was starting to get dangerous...

Within the midst of her sadness, Andrea could feel an excitement building within her.� It felt strange yet somehow familiar.� As her tears continued to flow, a part of her mind reached out and touched the excitement...� And recoiled as she recognized it.� Oh, yes, she felt this excitement before!� But where?

Nuzzled in the crook of Kendra's neck, inhaling the natural scent of her, Andrea remembered where - and when - she had felt this excitement before: The first time she and Kendra had met.� That wasn't the only time, either!� Andrea knew she felt it at the wedding, from the time they arrived at the church, all through the ceremony, and during the reception.� And the moment Kendra walked in the door an hour ago.

*�� *�� *

Adam cheerfully filled his parents in on the details of Kendra's pregnancy, all the while wonder what his wife and sister were talking about.

"You must be very happy," his mother asked.

"I am, Mom, I am.� This is a happy time for all of us."

Roger Harrison sat forward in his seat, leaning slightly in Adam's direction, his face becoming a bit more serious.� "Mind if I ask a question?"

"Roger..." Allison warned.� "Don't start it - not now."

Roger waved a hand in dismissal at his wife.� "Woman, don't start on me."

Disagreements were rare between his parents, Adam thought, but he still felt uneasy whenever a difference in opinion cropped up.� "Dad, ask your question."

Shooting his wife a triumphant look, Roger turned back to Adam.� "How are you getting along with your in-laws?"

Adam was puzzled.� "Fine.� Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering."

"I seriously doubt you were just wondering, Dad."

Allison opened her mouth to speak, only to close it after a look from Roger.

"Heh, heh," the elder Harrison chuckled.� "You've got me there, son.� It's just, well, I still think it's strange you're still living there with them."

Adam shook his head.� "Dad, have you seen the house?� It's huge, big enough for three families."

"So I've been told.� Son, a man should have his own home to raise his family in!� That's all I'm saying."

"Dad, you worry too much.� Kendra and I are more than happy right where we are."

With the debate heating up between father and son, Allison began to wonder about Andrea and Kendra - they've been gone for some time.� Curiosity began to set in as Allison quietly left the room and headed upstairs.

*�� *�� *

Kendra quickly discovered she was between the proverbial rock and hard place.� On one hand, she felt good being able to comfort Andrea at this time in her life.� On the other, the close contact between them was beginning to make things, uh, interesting.

The scent of Andrea's perfume, combined with the heady scent of her pheromones, was awakening a different kind of sympathy within Kendra, who bit her lip against the mounting excitement.� One part of her mind, however, was glad to see she wasn't the only one being carried away by the moment.

Andrea's sobs weren't as deep now as they were moments ago.� In fact, just standing here hugging Kendra made every problem she ever had seemed trivial in comparison.� And, since you mentioned it, doesn't this wonderful woman have the smoothest skin, so soft and velvety?

Something in Andrea's mind was saying it was time to break the embrace, pull herself together, and go on with things.� However, for some reason, she didn't want to let Kendra out of her arms.

Kendra's lust was stirring with each passing moment, her hands beginning to move along the other woman's body of their own volition.� Her fingers massaged the tense muscles along Andrea's lower back, feeling them relax.� As did Andrea, who responded by melting further into Kendra's warm embrace.� Without a thought, Andrea lifted her head slightly, kissing the underside of Kendra's jaw with trembling lips.

Kendra inhaled sharply as Andrea's lips fluttered against her face.� Instinctively, she tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck and throat.� Her passion, which was barely held in check, began to infuse her with its enticing warmth.� Kendra's eyes closed momentarily, wanting to be swept away.� Oh, this felt so very nice!� Her eyes flew open with the realization of what would happen if this were to continue.� Gently, Kendra tried to disengage herself from Andrea's advances, only to be firmly held in place.

"No," a trembling voice whispered in her ear.� "Don't leave me.� Not now."� Andrea wrapped her arms around Kendra's firm body, holding her tight while sucking gently the soft skin of Kendra's neck.

Instinct overrode common sense for a split second.� It was all the time Kendra's lust needed to assert itself and take command of the moment.

"Okay," she murmured.� "If that's the way you want it."� With one hand, Kendra reached up and found the zipper of Andrea's dress, pulling it down in one swift motion.� Once the material had fallen away from the other woman's shoulders, Kendra used the same hand to deal with the clasp of Andrea's bra.

Andrea couldn't believe what was happening to her, let alone the fact she had started all of this!� A dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual, Andrea had never given one single thought about making love with another woman.� Yet, here she was, holding onto her sister-in-law with a passion she didn't know she had, with her dress now down around her ankles and her breasts swinging freely.

Kendra managed to free herself from Andrea's embrace; with her lust fully in control, she began the process of bringing Andrea joy, licking her lips in a way which made Andrea think of someone pondering a menu full of delicious food.

Andrea's mind continued to race along at a maddening pace.� "Why am I allowing this?" she asked herself as Kendra's lips captured her earlobe, sucking gently.� "I don't like women like this," her mind screamed.� "Make it stop!"

Aloud, Andrea said, "Oh, shut up," feeling the chill racing through her body as Kendra's tongue traced wild, sensuous patterns along her neck.� Warm hands massaged and kneaded her buttocks as Andrea gave in to Kendra's insistent advances, feeling her juices pooling in the crotch of her panties.

Kendra nuzzled her face into Andrea's more than ample cleavage.� Gently, she guided Andrea backward until they were able to fall onto the bed.� Hungry mouths sought and found each other.� Tongues battled for dominance while hands roamed with minds of their own.

Kendra raised herself long enough to assist Andrea in removing her clothing, which was tossed aside.� She took a moment to look into the other woman's eyes, searching for acceptance of what was to happen, what had to happen.

The intense gaze of those hazel-brown eyes froze Andrea, leaving her suddenly afraid.� She knew she couldn't allow this to happen, yet, she did nothing to stop it as Kendra lowered her head, capturing a very erect nipple, giving it a tongue lashing it would never forget.� Moaning, Andrea held Kendra's head to her breast, committing herself to the unthinkable and the unknown.

Wet, flickering tongue washed over every inch of one breast and ran along the deep cleavage splitting the fleshy orbs before moving to the other breast, repeating the tantalizing washing.� Hot, moist breath preceded soft, sucking lips as the other nipple was held prisoner and made to suffer the consequences of being on Andrea's body.

Andrea sighed despite herself as soft, firm hands kneaded her flesh in the most fascinating places!� And that wonderful mouth was, oh God!� It was moving down her tummy, teeth nipping here and there.� Andrea knew what was next, knew it shouldn't happen, knew she wouldn't stop it.� She lifted and parted her legs as Kendra's breath on her pubic hairs heralded better things to come.

Kendra lost herself in the passion, feeling it devour her.� Andrea's body was such a delight!� Smooth and curvy in all the right places, while here at her center, the coarseness of her hair provided a stimulating contrast.� Even now, the scent of hot, inviting pussy reached her - and she wasn't about to turn down the invitation!� Reaching under Andrea, Kendra filled her hands with plump, luscious bottom, feeling the heat and the need to put out the flames.

*�� *�� *

Allison Harrison reached the top of the stairs, the sounds of the father and son discussion fading in the distance.� Turning right, she headed in the direction of Andrea's bedroom; logically, it would be the place she'd go to have a private conversation.� Like her husband, Allison was worried about this nonsense with Dale.� If Kendra could shed some light on the solution, then perhaps it would be best to hear of it first hand.

Reaching her destination, Allison took a breath before tapping lightly on the door.� For long seconds, there was no immediate response, so she tapped again, not wanting to interrupt but needing to know everything was going all right for her daughter.

When no response was forthcoming, Allison turned away from the door; she was pretty sure Andrea would have used her old room!� As she took a step towards Adam's room, she heard Andrea's voice, muffled by the heavy oak door.� Placing her hand on the ornate door knob, Allison turned it, giving the door a push.� It responded by opening silently, a tribute to Roger Harrison's attention to squeaky hinges.� Cautiously, Allison stuck her head into the room.

*�� *�� *

"Oh, God!� Yes!� Ooh, I love it!� Please don't stop!"� Andrea thrashed wildly under the relentless assault of Kendra's more than experienced tongue and lips.� If there was any doubt about the right or wrong of this, it had long since taken a much deserved hike!� Face contorted, Andrea flashed a decidedly feral look at the heavenly creature God had sent to free her who was, at this moment, causing a most scrumptious rush of orgasmic pleasure to weave its way amongst her nerve fibers.

"Oh, shit, Kenny!� Do it again!� Oh, fuck!"

Kendra grinned against the writhing flesh, happy to bring her sister-in-law so much love and pleasure.� One slender finger insinuated itself into Andrea's fleshy sheath, which was slowly joined by another.� Then another.� Hell, why not add another?

Andrea screamed soundlessly as the last finger made its way into her sopping wet cunt.� The pain was sharp and sweet as the four fingers worked their way deeper into her before spreading as wide as they could.� A massive, paralyzing orgasm of epic proportions took that moment to land on her.

Real hard.

Swirling baubles of bright lights danced beneath Andrea's eyelids as the pleasure continued to jump on her.� Her hips bucked out of control and her whole body felt as if someone had plugged her pussy into the nearest electrical socket.

Shorted out and drained, Andrea's body relaxed.� Kendra gently removed her hand and absently licked it clean while listening to the husky allure of Andrea's once-labored breathing.� Satisfied, Kendra sat up and stretched, feeling the glow of her own orgasms gained while pleasuring Andrea. Continuing her stretching, Kendra turned her head...

And found Allison Harrison standing in the open door.

Allison could hardly believe the scene spread out before her!� Andrea - her own flesh and blood - being tended to by - gasp! - her daughter-in-law!� Shocked and most definitely repulsed by the activity taking place in - shudder - her own home, Allison just knew something had to be done to stop this. She moved toward the bed - and stopped dead in her tracks just as Andrea's mouth opened.

Experience told Allison her daughter was caught up in one hellacious orgasm as Andrea continued her silent scream until she finally relaxed and lay breathing heavily on the bed.� Allison found herself transfixed and suddenly very excited as she watched Kendra remove her hand and slowly lick Andrea's juices from her fingers.� Allison's nipples hardened as she watched Kendra's tongue languidly devoured every precious drop of musky, tangy dew before stretching like a cat.

Allison felt her excitement growing despite herself.� Like Andrea, sex between women was something which just wasn't done; yet, she felt herself drawn by some strange magnetism.� About to lose control of things, Allison wanted so very badly to just be able to turn and go back the way she came.� Just as the thought crossed her mind - but before she could act on it - Kendra turned in her direction, locking her hazel-brown eyes onto Allison's black ones.

"This is how a deer feels," Allison thought as she found herself looking back into those expressive eyes.� She could feel Kendra looking into her without a hint of emotion.� Well, this really wasn't true, was it?� There was something there, something enticing and alluring, something she couldn't quite put words to.

Kendra returned her mother-in-law's gaze, feeling neither fear nor concern at being caught.� Instead, her ever-present calm was firmly in place, as usual.� The two women looked at each other for what seemed to be an hour before Kendra felt it time to break the silence.

"Mrs.� Harrison."

Allison blinked at hearing her name, feeling as if she'd been drugged.� Feeling weak-kneed, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking a long moment to collect her ragged thoughts before turning to Kendra.

"I want to know one thing.� Why?"� Allison nodded in Andrea's direction.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, Mrs.� Harrison," Kendra said.� "We were sitting here talking about her problems with Dale when she started crying."

"I suppose she would," Allison said with a calm she didn't really didn't have.� "That boy has been nothing but trouble for her from day one.� I just don't understand how things got to this point."

Kendra nodded before continuing.� "I held her and, well, things got a little out of hand.� I tried to talk her out of going any further, but she wouldn't hear of it."

Allison's eyes went wide with surprise.� "You mean to tell me my Andrea started all of this?� I don't believe it!"

"Believe it, Mother."

Allison and Kendra turned to look at Andrea, who was just now getting to an upright position.� "Before I say anything else," Andrea said, "Kendra, I have to thank you for what you did for me."

"Hmpf," grunted Allison.� "That's a hell of a way to help someone!� At least you could have come and talked to me about it!"

Andrea turned to face Allison.� "Oh, Mother, be quiet.� What would you have done?� Suggest I leave Dale and move back in here with you and Dad?� That's no solution and we both know it."

Kendra felt a bit uneasy as she listened to mother and daughter; this kind of stuff didn't happen at home.� However, Kendra understood not all homes were like the one she grew up in.

Allison's voice fairly dripped disgust.� "You may be right, young lady, but at least I wouldn't have stooped to something like this."

"And you want to know why I spent all my time away from home."

Kendra decided it was time to get dressed and leave.� Rising, she started to pick up her clothing."

"Don't move," Allison commanded.� "I want to know why you allowed this to happen - and in my home!"

Always one to speak her mind, Kendra turned to her mother-in-law, a picture of calm.� "I realize you may be thinking horrible things about me right now.� However I make no apologies for what happened here today and for good two reasons.� One, Andrea needed to be comforted.� Two, because she's family and I love her."

"Oh, really?� I suppose if I fell into your arms crying, you'd comfort me in the same manner."

"Yes, if it was what you wanted."

"Do I look like a lesbian?"

"Such a harsh word," Kendra chided.� "Do I look like one?� Does your daughter?"

Allison wasn't ready for the answer Kendra provided.� And, she noticed, Andrea had moved closer to Kendra, lending her support.� She also had to admit the two women were, ah, exciting in their nakedness.

"So, I'm supposed to act like nothing happened?"� Allison was beginning to run out of effective arguments, feeling her own emotions misbehaving.� What was going on here?

"No, Mother," Andrea said.� "What happened here just might save things between Dale and I."� She placed a hand on Kendra's thigh.� "As well as giving me a chance to know my sister-in-law better.� If I'm right, I know just how to change things for the better."

"Allison," Kendra said, taking the older woman's hand.� "What happened here today was all about love and togetherness.� I'm sure Andrea will go home to Dale and screw his brains out, just as I will with Adam."

Allison looked at the hand upon hers then into the face of the owner.� "I don't know about this; it isn't right."

"When it comes to love, everything is right, Allison.� You just have to believe."� Kendra spoke the words with deep conviction.

Andrea sighed, taking her mother's free hand.� "Mother, there's nothing you can do about it.� It's done and over with now - please let it go."

Allison made one last attempt to seize control over this situation.� "What would your father say?"

Andrea wrapped an arm around Kendra, pulling her closer.� "Wanna go ask him?"

Allison's mouth fell open with an audible click.� "You can't be serious.� He'd have a stroke!"

"Probably."� Andrea giggled at the mental image of her father walking into the room, seeing daughter and daughter-in-law stark naked.� "He'd shit a gold brick!"

Allison took a very deep, much needed breath, knowing she should be angrier than Hell - and finding she could accept this truth.� Freeing her hands (with great reluctance), she made a show of straightening her blouse.

"I'm going back downstairs before your father really does come up here.� Kendra, you and Andrea obviously know something I don't - I just hope it's the right thing for everyone."

Standing and heading for the door, Allison looked back at Kendra and Andrea.� Part of her didn't want to leave; there was something magical taking place here.� To her surprise, Allison found she wanted to be a part of it.� But not now.� Without another word, Allison opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Alone, Andrea looked at Kendra.� "Wow.� I thought she'd have a fit!� I wonder why she didn't?"

Kendra leaned over, letting her lips brush against the silken smoothness of Andrea's cheek.� "I know why."

Andrea's eyes closed as Kendra continued to kiss her face.� "Tell me."

"Later.� Right now, I want to get to know you better.� Lie back..."

*�� *�� *

"Dad, you just don't understand what's going on here!"� Adam's frustration continued to grow as he paced the room.

"Why don't you explain it to me?"� Roger remained seated, a smug, confident look plastered across his features.

Adam exhaled loudly.� "It's simple, Dad.� I live with my wife's family because I want to.� How many times do I have to tell you?"

"As many times as I have to tell you a married man should have his own house."

"Roger.� Leave the boy alone."

Roger and Adam turned toward the sound of Allison's voice as she descended the staircase.� "He's a grown man and can do whatever the hell he wants to.� It's his life and perhaps you need to give him a chance to live it his way."

Roger's jaw unhinged.� Allison hadn't exactly shouted nor had she raised her voice; however, both men knew Allison meant business.� She sat, motioning for Adam to join her.� "Your father means well, of course; he comes from the old way of doing things."

"Mom..."

"Hush, child.� You are your own man.� Behave like one."� Turning to her husband, Allison's face grew stern.

"And you need to back off and give the boy his space.� He's got decisions to make about his life and he can't make them with you interfering in his affairs.� If he wants your advice, I'm sure he'll ask for it."

Roger sat back in his seat, not believing what he was hearing.� Momentarily numb and truly at a loss for words, he asked, "Is Andrea okay?"

Allison's face softened slightly at the question.� "Andrea is just fine now she's got a chance to talk to someone about her troubles, someone who will listen without putting their two cents in."

Roger recoiled as if slapped, exactly the reaction Allison had hoped for.� Deep inside, Allison felt somehow liberated and at peace with herself.

Adam cleared his throat before speaking.� "Mom, Dad, there's no need for us to argue about this.� I know what I have to do and why."� He paused for only a moment.� "Where's Kendra?"

"Upstairs with your sister.� They should be down in a moment."� Allison's words couldn't have been better planned for as she spoke, Kendra and Andrea descended the stairs, both women looking radiant and happy.

"Darling," Kendra spoke.� "Andrea's coming home with us for dinner, if you don't mind."

Adam looked at Kendra then his sister at once understanding what had happened.� Adam looked at his mother who imperceptibly nodded her head.

"No, I don't mind at all."� Adam turned to hug his mother.� "Mom, thanks for having us over.� We'll stay in touch and let you know how things are developing with the baby."� Standing, he went to where his father continued to sit, the stunned expression written on his face.

"Dad, you may not agree with me on these things, but I know what I'm doing.� Just as I trusted you when I was younger, you'll have to trust me now."

Having said that, everyone gathered their things and left.� Roger could only watch as son, daughter, and daughter-in-law passed through the doorway.� As the sound of their cars faded into the distance, Roger turned and looked at his wife.� "What in the name of God was that about?"

Allison looked lost in thought as she remembered the scene she stumbled upon.� "Nothing you'd understand," she answered.� She smiled, knowing her path and Kendra's would cross again.

"Nothing you'd understand."

Part V, Chapter Fifteen

Ellie sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.� Spread out before her, Devon watched his sister clean away the remnants of his seed with love and amusement.

"Mmm, that was tasty."

"You like the way I taste?"

In answer to his question, Ellie lowered her head, flicking her tongue across the sensitive head of Devon's maleness, grinning when he flinched at the touch.

"Hey!� Take it easy!" Devon complained half-heartedly.� "Last time I looked, it was still attached, though you did your best to rearrange things."

Ellie settled into the crook of Devon's arms, breathing in his heady male scent.� "Oh, you're complaining now?� I can stop, you know."

Devon hugged his sister closer for a long moment before replying.� "You know I'm not complaining.� It's just even after all these years, you can still wow me with your intensity."

"I love you, silly - why wouldn't I give you my very best?"� Devon's reply was cut short by the sound of the front door opening.

"Mom?� Dad?� We're home and we've got company with us."

Devon and Ellie smiled at the combined announcement and warning, which meant "put your clothes on and stop acting like a couple of horny teenagers long enough to be civil to our guest."

"We'll be down in a moment, Kenny.� Make your guest comfortable and welcome."� Devon playfully slapped Ellie's still-firm bottom.� "Come on, woman.� Can't keep company waiting."

"Oh, all right.� Damn!� What happened to the good old days when you could screw all day without being interrupted?"

Devon laughed while slipping into his shirt.� "Beats the hell out of me.� Let's go."

Minutes later, Devon and Ellie stepped into the living room.� Finding it empty, they followed the sound of voices into the kitchen where Kendra, Adam and - goodness - Andrea sat.� The trio had steaming mugs in front of them.� Adam looked up at their approach and waved for them to join the group.

"Mom, Dad, you remember my sister, Andrea?"� Adam said by way of introduction.

Ellie extended her hand to Andrea.� "Of course I remember!� How have you been?"

"Fine, thank you," Andrea answered while clasping Ellie's hand in her own for a moment before accepting Devon's hand.

"It's good to see you again, Andrea," Devon said.� "What brings you to our neck of the woods?"

Kendra looked her parents.� "I invited Andrea over for dinner, You know, to spend some time with us."

Little warning lights went off inside Devon's head.� Obviously, there was something more here.� Keeping his surprise from reaching the surface, Devon replied, "I see.� Doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it El?"

Ellie had the same look on her face as Devon, meaning she also had some thoughts about what may have brought this on.� "Sounds great to me!� After all, we don't know very much about Andrea and it'll give us a chance to get acquainted."

Kendra leaned over to Adam and said, sotto voice, "See?� I told you they wouldn't object."

Adam reached into his pocket and withdrew a five dollar bill.� "Here's your blood money.� I feel like I've been hustled."

Andrea looked at her brother.� "What was that about?"

Smiling triumphantly, Kendra turned toward Andrea.� "He bet me five dollars Mom and Dad would object to your staying.� I won."

Andrea looked at her brother.� "You never did know when to go with the sure thing."

Adam looked at Kendra.� "Oh, I don't know about that.� Looks like I've got a pretty sure thing right here."� He patted Kendra's hand affectionately.

"I'll say," Andrea muttered as she remembered the day's earlier events.

"Well, now that we've got this settled," Ellie said, "Kenny, will you come help me get the guest room prepared?"

"Sure, Mom.� Will you excuse me?"

"Guest room?" Andrea asked.� "Am I staying longer than just dinner?"

Kendra stopped in the doorway.� "I didn't think you'd mind spending the weekend, particularly after our conversation."

Andrea felt a flush of warmth course through her as she ran through her options.� Dale was away on business and, honestly, the thought of spending another night alone didn't appeal to her.� Andrea frowned.� "What do I do for clothes?"

"Don't worry about it - we can go over to your place later if you want.� If not, I'm sure we can find something for you to wear."

Okay, I accept your invitation!"

"Great!� I'll come back for you in a few minutes and get you settled in!"

"Thanks, Kenny."

"Think nothing of it," Kendra said sweetly.

"Kendra!� I need a hand up here!" Ellie called.

"On my way, Mom!"� Waving, Kendra disappeared.

*�� *�� *

Ellie was opening the drapes, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room when Kenny finally joined her.� "It's about time you got here."

"Sorry, Mom.� I was clearing up some last minute details."

"Uh-huh.� Check the bathroom and make sure the towels are there and clean, will you."

"Sure thing," Kendra said, skipping into the bathroom.

Ellie busied herself with the bed for a few moments before calling out to Kendra.� "What happened between you and Andrea?"

Kendra stuck her head out the bathroom door, having the good grace to look embarrassed.� "I loved her."

"Why?"

Kendra looked thoughtful for a second before answering.� "It seemed like the right thing to do.� She's so sad and lonely right now."

Ellie rolled her eyes, looking at the ceiling.� "I can understand your compassion, honey, but I'm not sure making love to Andrea was the smart thing to do."

Kendra stepped from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed.� "Mom, I didn't intend for it to happen.� She needed comforting and one thing led to another."

Ellie nodded, understanding the situation.� "I'm wondering if it was worth the risk of exposure."

"Perhaps," Kendra said.� "Even though thing happened quickly, I really didn't think there was much of a risk."

"Oh?� Why not?"

Kendra smiled.� "She is family, after all."

"True enough.� Okay, you've explained what happened.� Would you care to explain why you invited Andrea here?"

Kendra's voice took on a more serious tone.� "She needs our guidance to help her with some problems she and Dale are having."

The yellow alert which had been flashing in Ellie's mind instantly changed to red.� "What are you proposing?"

"That Andrea sees firsthand how we get along with each other.� It wouldn't help her much if someone just told her how well we live together; Andrea has to see it for herself."

"You're right, of course," Ellie agreed.� "However, she may see more than what anyone has bargained for."

Kendra shrugged.� "She's family and, unless I'm wrong, all things are applicable."

Ellie had to stop and think about this.� Within the family, their way of life was an accepted norm, one which was never argued or debated.� The philosophy covered one and all, without exception.� Still, there was a measure of common sense which had to be applied.� For example, one didn't take out a full page ad in the local newspaper declaring one's love for their family members and include all the juicy details.

"One more question, then you can show Andrea the room.� What if she can't deal with our version of love?� It could hurt her more than help."

A smile tugged at the corners of Kendra's full mouth.� "You had the same concern about Adam and he survived it."

"He did at that.� Okay, we'll just have to see what happens."

*�� *�� *

Adam and Andrea were out behind the house, exploring the wooded area which led to the lake.

"Jesus," Andrea exclaimed.� "They own all of this?"� Adam nodded.

"This, the lake and a lot of the land on the other side of the lake.� Dr. Williams has done well for himself and the family over the years.� Look over here."

Andrea turned in the desired direction and found herself looking at the lake, which was framed with trees bearing the bright colors of early fall.� "What am I looking at?"

Adam drew closer to his sister, pointing across the lake and up.� "See that house up there?"

"Yeah?"

"That's where Lorne lives.� Pretty nice, huh?"

Andrea whistled.� "I'd say nice is a poor choice of words.� They must have a spectacular view of the whole valley from there."

"They do, trust me."� Adam's voice had grown strangely quiet - and Andrea noticed it.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, nothing.� Just remembering something."

"What?"� Facing her brother, Andrea could see he was clearly embarrassed - Adam's coloring had darkened noticeably and he was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with Andrea.� "Come on, spill it!"

"Well," Adam started, shuffling his feet.� "This is where I lost my virginity."� He pointed to one spot in particular and Andrea noticed the man-made box nestled under one large tree.

Andrea stepped away from Adam, making her way over the indicated spot.� Stopping, she turned back in the direction of the lake.� It took only a moment to grasp the reason for his predicament.� She turned, barely hiding her amusement.

"They saw it all, didn't they?� This is the only angle where you can see into this place - the trees make it impossible from anywhere else."� Andrea studied her surroundings closely before glancing in the direction of the large house on the other side of the lake.

"I'll be damned!� They could have watched the whole thing with binoculars or a telescope."� Adam looked like he wished he were invisible.

"Seems like your in-laws are some kinky people!"� Andrea laughed as she returned to her brother's side, running her fingers playfully through his hair.� "I wish I could have seen your face when you found out they had been watching."

Adam chuckled, remembering the look.� "We had made love for, oh, about the third or fourth time when Kenny turned toward the house and waved.� She turned and pointed to me, telling me to wave.� I thought she had lost her mind or something, but I did it just the same."

Andrea was near hysterics as she asked, "When did you think to ask her about it?"� Clearly, she was enjoying this moment.

"We were on our way back to the main house when I asked her why we were waving.� When she told me it was to let her parents know we were okay, I realized they must have been watching the whole thing."

Andrea gave up trying to conceal her laughter, the image of her rather embarrassed brother firmly fixed in her mind.� She leaned against him to support herself.

Adam held his sister as the fit of laughter ran its course, feeling comfortable in the closeness.� Before his initiation into the family way of loving, this would have been a very awkward moment for him.� Feeling the firm softness of Andrea's breasts against his chest as she laughed herself silly, Adam could feel the beginnings of his lust stirring, his cock quickly growing hard between them.� Andrea felt it, too, the unexpected feeling putting an end to her mirth.� She pushed away from her brother, a look of shock on her lovely features.

"Whoa!� What is this?" she asked, nodding at the bulge in Adam's pants.

Adam blushed, more out of embarrassment than shame.� "Sorry, Sis.� I guess I kinda forgot myself for a moment."

"I'd say you did."� Andrea walked a short distance away from Adam before turning to look at him.� Not overly tall yet slimly muscular...� Yeah, she could see what Kendra saw in him, especially the imprint just a bit south of his belt buckle.

Adam regarded his sister, taking in her beauty.� Slightly taller than Kendra, firm pouting breasts and not quite the classic hourglass figure with neatly kept auburn hair framing her oval face - Adam decided Dale was six kinds of a fool not to appreciate how beautiful and sensual a woman Andrea was.

"Tell me something, Adam."

Andrea's voice brought Adam back from his erotic examination.� "What do you want to know?"

"We haven't always been the best of friends since we got older, but you were always a good listener."� Adam nodded in agreement, wondering where all this was going.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Andrea.� Is it Dale?"

At the mention of her husband's name, Andrea looked at Adam, shaking her head.� "No.� Well, it has something to do with him, but not directly."

Adam held up a hand.� "Hold on for a moment, will you?"� Crossing over to the storage box, Adam fiddled with the combination lock for a moment before opening the box.� Reaching inside, he withdrew two folding camp stools, carrying them over to where Andrea was standing.� He opened one, motioning for his sister to sit before sitting himself.

"Okay, this is better.� Now, take your time and tell me what the deal is."

Andrea waited a few seconds before responding.� "Something happened to me today, something unexpected and wonderful.� You know Dale and I have been having some problems?"� Adam nodded.

"Good.� Then it shouldn't surprise you I've filed for a divorce."

"No, it doesn't.� Andrea, what does Dale have to do with what happened to you?"

"Everything and nothing, Adam.� Before today, I didn't have a clue about what I was going to do with my life after Dale and I go our own way."

"And now?"

Andrea smiled.� "Now?� Suddenly, I've got this feeling about what I want to do.� What surprises me is how I came to feel this way.� It's really weird; you think you know yourself and someone comes along and shows you a side you never knew existed."

"You've met someone else?"

Andrea's smile grew wider.� "Oh, yes.� I most certainly have."

"Then it's all good, right?"� Adam wasn't sure of Andrea's thoughts, but if she's met someone else, well, then things must be okay.

"I'm hoping," Andrea continued, "that it will work out for me and my new love."

"Anybody I know?"� Adam watched his sister blush deeply.

"That's the hard part, Adam.� It an>

"When we were standing there and I was holding you, I was thinking about how nice it would be to fuck you."� Adam shrugged, feeling a Kendra-like calm flowing over him.� Andrea, on the other hand, was anything but calm.

"You wanted to what?� You can't fuck me - I'm your sister!"

"So?� What's your point?"

"My point?"� Andrea was exasperated.� "We're brother and sister, dummy!"� Even through her amazement at Adam's proclamation, Andrea felt a surge of excitement.� In a funny way, it was nice to have your brother think of you as a woman.

"For those who didn't hear me, I'll repeat myself.� What's your point, Andrea?"� Adam was enjoying every moment of his sister's confusion.

"Well, what would your wife say?"

"Kenny would pat me on my ass and tell me to stick it to you good, that's what she'd say."

"Oh, you're telling me your wife wouldn't bat an eye?� I don't believe it!"

"Really?� You wanna go ask her?� Andrea, I don't know why you're acting like this.� You were honest about what you told me; why shouldn't I be honest with you?� Hell, did you happen to notice I didn't get upset with your news?"

Andrea had to admit Adam had a point there; however, before she could respond, the conversation was interrupted by a chirping sound.� Adam reached into his shirt pocket and removed the small cellular phone.� "Yeah?� Oh, hi, babe.� No, we're okay."� Adam listened for a moment.� "Okay.� We'll be on our way in a second."� Adam folded the phone and returned it to his pocket.� "That was Kenny.� Dinner's ready - we should head back to the house.� Hand me the stool, will you?"

As Andrea folded the stool and handed it to Adam, she said, "Don't think you're off the hook on this one - this conversation is far from over."

Adam turned to Andrea, a thoughtful look on his handsome face and extended his hand.� When Andrea took it, he tugged gently, enough to bring her into his embrace.� Before she could react, Adam kissed her fully and deeply, sliding his tongue between her full lips.

Andrea reacted instinctively to Adam's kiss, her arms closing around his muscular body.� She felt a rush of weakness as she returned the kiss, suddenly remember who she was melting under.� Finding a bit of resolve, Andrea disengaged herself from Adam with mixed emotions.� One part of her was angry with her brother's boldness while the woman in her had been set aflame by the forbidden contact.

"You're right, Andrea," Adam said huskily.� "This is far from over.� Let's go."� He headed off in the direction of the house with a dazed Andrea following a short distance behind him.

Part V, Chapter Sixteen

Andrea lay in bed wide awake.� Although it had been a physically tiring day (not to mention emotionally), she found herself unable to sleep.� Dinner had been, well, interesting, even though Andrea couldn't remember what she'd eaten.� Her thoughts had been occupied with her experience with Kendra earlier in the day and the discussion with Adam.� All during the meal, Andrea stole glances at Kendra, drinking in her beauty and feeling the sinful, lusty emotions the exotic woman instilled in her.� From the sultry, sexy Kendra, her gaze would land on her brother.� What had happened to him?� Once shy and reserved, he now exuded sexuality.� His kiss had done more than surprise Andrea...

In the relative quiet of the guest room, Andrea listened to the sounds around her.� The gentle rustling of the night wind through the trees just outside the window was soothing, yet provided little comfort to the edgy Andrea.� "God," she whispered.� "What is wrong with me?� My husband treats me like shit, my sister-in-law seduces me, and now my brother wants to fuck me!"� Andrea frowned at the turn of events in her life.

Finding no answers from above forthcoming, Andrea sighed in frustration.� She rose from the comfortable bed and went into the bathroom.� Turning on the light, Andrea looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing what the inability to rest was doing to her features.� Andrea turned on the water and let it run until it was warm before splashing the soothing liquid over her face.

Feeling better, Andrea began drying her face on the towel when she heard something.� Looking about the room and hearing nothing, Andrea shrugged and finished her task, chalking it up to her imagination.� Placing the towel back on the bar, Andrea turned off the light and was about to leave the bathroom when she heard the sound again, louder this time and definitely coming from the other side of a door she hadn't noticed.� Curious, Andrea went over to the door - the sounds were definitely coming from the other side! �Cautiously, she grasped the doorknob and turned it, hearing the catch disengage with a soft click.

The door opened on silent hinges.� Andrea poked her head through the opening and found herself looking into a darkened room similar to the one she occupied.� The sounds were coming from her right and she cast her eyes in that direction, thankful they had adjusted to the darkness.� Andrea's quiet breathing nearly stopped in her chest.� Before her on the bed, two figures moved in a sexual ballet.� In addition to the grunts and groans which led her to this scene, Andrea could hear the squishy, liquid sounds of joined bodies.

Blinking, Andrea could make out a dark-skinned woman on top, her body undulating with an almost snake-like ease, her hands massaging moderately large breasts.� Beneath her came the unmistakable sounds of a man in total ecstasy.� A burst of excitement ran through Andrea as she realized she had stumbled upon a couple making love.� Forcing her eyes to focus against the darkness, Andrea could see Ellie Williams riding the hell out of the guy under her, which identified the man as Kenny's father..

Andrea's curiosity deepened as she remembered the master bedroom was on the other side of the house!� Kendra had, during Andrea's tour, made a point of showing the tastefully appointed room. Mentally shrugging, Andrea figured it was their house and they could screw anywhere they damn well pleased.

Except for one thing.� The hand which reached up to pinch Ellie's nipple was much lighter in color. Besides herself, there was only one other person in the house with skin that light...

"Adam..." Andrea whispered.� "My God..."

*�� *�� *

Ellie was enjoying herself as she took Adam to greater heights of passion, riding his blood-engorged manhood for all she was worth.� Beneath her, Adam had his eyes closed and a grimace of pain/pleasure flickered across his face as Ellie clamped well-trained vaginal muscles around him.� Ellie knew he was close, plunging herself deeper onto him repeatedly when she heard Andrea's whispered exclamation.� Leaning forward, Ellie made a show of shaking her long black hair, using the movement to glance towards the doorway.

There she was - mouth open, eyes wide.� Ellie decided it was time to give Andrea something to look at.� Seductively, Ellie ground her hips downward in slow, wide circles one last time before releasing the slickened shaft from her velvet embrace.� Adam groaned with disappointment as the warmth was removed from him, his hips flailing at empty air.

Ellie used a hand to grasp Adam's cock.� Licking her lips in an exaggerated show of hunger, Ellie covered Adam's thrusting member with her mouth, delighting in the taste of their combined fluids.� Slowly, she swallowed him until her nose was buried in Adam's nest of brown pubic hair, holding him deep within her throat for long seconds before withdrawing.� Ellie's hand slid along Adam's hardness until a drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit of his cock, which she greedily licked away with a flick of her tongue.

Andrea watched the display before her with a mixture of disgust and excitement. Imagine!� Her own brother fucking his mother-in-law!� Yet, Andrea couldn't deny the tingle of excitement which flowed through her, hardening her nipples and starting a flow of juices running down her legs.� Andrea knew she should step away from the scene before her, go back to bed and try to put things in their proper place.� However, she was frozen in place, unable - and unwilling - to move.

Ellie was taking perverse pleasure in teasing both Adam and Andrea, swirling her tongue around the darkening knob of Adam's maleness.� After licking away yet another drop of liquid love, Ellie tilted her head toward the open doorway.

"You may as well join us, Andrea.� You can't have any fun standing there watching unless you're into that sort of thing."� Adam raised his head at Ellie's announcement to find his sister watching with rapt attention.

"Oh, shit," Adam murmured.

"Relax, Adam," Ellie said, placing a hand on his chest to keep him where he was.� "It's her choice, just as it was yours to make."� Turning back to Andrea, Ellie waved her to join them.� "Kenny told me you wanted to know the secret to her happiness.� Now's you chance to learn for yourself."

Shocked into motion by the invitation, Andrea stepped into the bedroom, her temper flaring.� "Let me get this straight.� You are in here, fucking my brother behind your daughter's back and you want me to join you?� You must be out of your fucking mind!"

Ellie fixed Andrea with a calm, yet penetrating, look.� "First of all, darling, I am not fucking him behind anyone's back.� Secondly, my mind is doing very well, thank you."� Ellie gaze flicked to Adam's erection, kept in place with some expertly applied pressure. �"Besides, there's more than enough man for both of us, wouldn't you say?"� Having said her piece, Ellie returned to her labor of love.

Andrea watched as the older Black woman ran a very pink tongue along the length of her brother's cock, seeing Adam's reaction as he gave in to the pleasures offered by Ellie.� Her conscious mind rambled with thoughts of utter disgust with the act taking place before her.� Deep in the back of Andrea's mind, however, plans were being hatched, dark, sinister, and lusty.

A low, urgent voice whispered unthinkable things to her, placing visions of having that magnificent, forbidden erection between her own lips in the front of her, subtly replacing every reason why she shouldn't.

The voice asked, "Don't you have needs which aren't being tended to?� How long has it been since you've had a long, hard cock inside you, spreading you wide?"� Andrea blinked and shook her head to clear the tempting visions from her head, not wanting to give in to the desire because it was so very wrong.

"Wrong?" the voice teased.� "If this is so wrong, why are you so hot and wet?"� Andrea had to admit it was a damned good question.� She shut her eyes against the sight of Ellie sucking Adam's balls one at a time; however, she couldn't shut off her hearing as Adam moaned in obvious delight.� "Look, sweetie," the voice said.� "Either lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the way, okay?� Make up your mind already!"

Andrea took a deep breath hoping to clear her mind once and for all, only to have the heady, sharp perfume of sex assail her which, along with the maddening voice in her head, whispered promises of sweet, soul searing passion.

Andrea's eyelids fluttered open - along with her mouth.� Somehow, during the argument with herself, she had moved closer to the two lovers on the bed.� From where she now stood, she could make out the glistening strands of saliva clinging delicately to Adam's cock, as well as the tongue which was applying it.� She could also make out Adam's lust-filled rambling as he pleaded for Ellie to continue.� Another look and Andrea could make out the heart-shaped head of her brother's phallus - dark as a plum and oh, so inviting!

Another blink - Andrea could now make out the shape of each vein which ran along the thickened length, pulsing with a life of their own under the tawny grip of Ellie's hand.� A simple movement of the wrist by Ellie revealed the slightly distended opening at the tip of Adam's maleness at which a single, clear drop of dew rested.� So clear, so tempting just to flick out one's tongue and let the droplet rest there, transmitting its salty essence to sensitive taste buds.

Andrea felt a trickle of saliva escape her parted lips, remembering how a man's essence tasted fresh from the source.� It looked so good just sitting there, only now beginning to dribble down the blood-engorged head and collecting around the circular embrace of Ellie's hand, which was now proffering the delicious morsel in her direction.� Andrea blinked once more; this wasn't right but, damn it all to hell, she was hot, horny and straight up in need.� Tossing her fate to the wind, Andrea allowed her tongue to snap out and collect her sinful dessert.

Ah...� So hot and tangy!� Like the sweetest of things of which one cannot get enough of once tasted, Andrea fell to the business of draining her brother dry.� Her mouth flowed over the spongy knob, quickly removing very trace of stickiness with her tongue.� Her distended lips ran into Ellie's fingers, felt the cool stickiness on them and cleaned them as well.� Ellie smiled and moved aside to allow Andrea full access to Adam.

Without losing her grip on Adam's shaft, Andrea quickly filled the vacancy left by Ellie and returned to the task at hand.� Fully consumed with lust, Andrea gave up on savoring the forbidden fruit, opting to throw all caution to the wind, along with her eternal soul.� She increased the sucking motions along the length of Adam's cock, her tongue playing a maddening tattoo on every inch of skin it could reach.

Through slitted eyes, Adam raised his head enough to catch a glimpse of the she-demon attacking his cock.� A massive surge of fresh lust flowed into him as he recognized the mane of brown hair bobbing atop a head moving on him at a blistering pace.� Whatever control Adam had learned deserted him as his sac tightened painfully, just before the first spurt of love exploded from him.� "Oh, SHIT!" Adam roared as the full force of his ejaculation beat on his senses, his body turning into one gigantic, uncontrollable muscle spasm.

Andrea felt the first splash of come against the roof of her mouth, took a deep breath, and sucked hard, creating a vacuum within the confines of her rapidly filling mouth - and we all know what happens when you introduce liquid into a vacuum, don't we?� Stream after impossible stream of semen flowed into her mouth, making Adam feel as if his sister were sucking the life from him.� Just as he though his entire supply of seed had been exhausted, Andrea did the unexpected, making a ring out of thumb and forefinger and gripping him hard.� Not only did this stop the flow of sperm, it kept him hard - and painfully so, as his moan indicated.

"Oh, no," Andrea growled.� "I'm not done with you yet, brother.� If my ass is going to hell, I'm taking you with me."� Without releasing the near painful grip on Adam tortured penis, Andrea turned to face Ellie.� "When I get on this fucker, you know what to do, right?"� Ellie's only answer was to smile.� With her back to Adam, Andrea positioned herself over the dark purple head of his cock and whispered, "God forgive me," just before plunging herself onto the waiting member, feeling the thickness spread her as it quickly vanished into her wetness.

Once fully speared, Andrea exhaled loudly.� "Shit, this feels so fucking good!"� Spreading her legs wider, she commanded to Ellie, "Do your thing, woman!� Send me straight to hell!"

"With pleasure," Ellie said, quickly covering Andrea's very exposed clitoris with her mouth and sucking it into a greater state of hardness, feeling her victim shudder in sweet response.� Ellie teased the swollen bud of flesh with lips, teeth and tongue, extracting peals of lusty curses from Andrea.� And, for good measure, she applied a lavish dose of raspy tongue to the exposed underside of Adam's cock each time it escaped Andrea's velvety embrace.

Between the tightness of his sister's pussy and the insanity behind Ellie's more than experienced tongue, Adam fell to his doom as his cock once again swelled before coating Andrea's insides with love.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!"� Andrea just lost it, giving voice to long unrealized pleasure as spurt after spurt splashed against her raw insides, soothing the flames and, for the moment, putting out the fire.� She hammered herself against Adam, the impact causing her breasts to shake wildly.� Andrea reached down, pulling Ellie's face tighter against her, rotating her hips against the tongue which continued to flick and tease her clitoris.

All Adam could do was ride out Andrea's orgasmic storm as Ellie's masterful mouth brought his sister right to the brink - and politely kicked her to the point from which no return would ever be possible.� He could feel Andrea flooding his shaft and balls with hot, liquid love; whatever Ellie wasn't catching ran down the crack of his buttocks, causing quite a different sensation in itself.

Andrea shuddered as the last of her orgasm cascaded through her, leaving satisfaction in its wake - along with something else.� Still trembling, Andrea rolled off Adam to lay panting beside him.� The rush of orgasm was being replaced with a feeling of pure terror as the realization of what she had done, not to mention who was partially responsible for the quickly fading warmth.

Ellie sat on ebon haunches to watch the inevitable explosion of emotion she knew would be arriving shortly.� Idly, she licked her lips, relishing the unique taste of male and female juices.� Her own lust reminded her of its presence by hardening her nipples and allowing a trickle of juice to flow from her.� Making a mental note to resolve her own horniness in a few moments, she returned her attention to Andrea and Adam.

Adam called out to his sister.� "Andy?� You okay over there?"� He reached out, seeking her hand.� As Adam made contact with his sister's cooling flesh, Andrea jerked away violently.

"Don't touch me!� Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Sis, we have to talk about this."� Adam kept the hurt from his voice as best he could, knowing if Andrea picked up on it, the situation would run out of control.

"There's nothing to talk about.� God, I feel so filthy!� My own brother - how could I do such a terrible thing?"

"You didn't do anything you didn't want to do," said Ellie as she placed a hand on Andrea's thigh, quite surprised when the other woman didn't flinch or pull away.

"Oh, yeah?� That's easy for you to say; you never fucked your brother before."� Guilt had Andrea in its grip and was squeezing her heart and soul tightly in place while Confusion slapped her around.

"You sure about that, little girl?" Ellie asked, her voice dangerously low.� "You've only had a tiny sample of what I've been through in my life.� I hardly think one roll in the hay qualifies you as an expert on the subject."

Andrea looked at Adam questioningly.� "What the fuck is she talking about?"� Adam toyed his fingers, making a show of inspecting his fingernails.� Andrea grabbed her brother's hands to get his full attention.� "Answer me, damn you, before I lose my fucking mind!� What is she talking about?"

Adam cleared his throat, looking toward Ellie who nodded.� Turning his gaze onto Andrea he said, "Devon and Ellie are not just Kenny's mother and father.� They're also brother and sister, Andrea.� I know this is hard for you to hear - it was hard for me to listen to this when I was told."

"You mean to tell me you knew about all this and still agreed to be a part of this hideous sin?"� Andrea was incredulous.� "What the hell were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about my love for Kenny," Adam said before falling silent, drawing a deadly look from his sister.

"That's it?� All you have to say is you did it out of love?� What a crock of shit!"� Andrea burned with anger and, oh, yeah, shame as the two emotions warred against each other for dominance.

Ellie's quiet voice reached Andrea's ears.� "You didn't think so a moment ago, Andrea.� You were all too willing to work out your sexual frustration on Adam's cock.� Would you have joined in if you didn't love your brother?� Or do you make it a habit of jumping on the first hard cock you come across?"

Andrea bridled at Ellie's statement, her face reddening with both anger and shame, knowing the other woman's words had hit upon at least a couple of truths.� "I'll have you know I don't make it a habit of screwing anything with pants on," Andrea shot back heatedly.� "As for the rest of it, things got a little out of control."

Ellie remained unconvinced.� "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have implied such a thing.� However, in control or not, you didn't seem to mind while things were taking place.� It wasn't until after the fact your mind objected."

Andrea hung her head as Ellie's words continued to echo in her mind.� True enough, the only thing which mattered was getting some relief; that she found it while riding Adam's maleness didn't really matter.� Or did it?� Andrea could feel her eyes pooling with hot, salty tears as the truth settled in to stay a while.

"I don't know what to think right now, even though I have to admit there is some truth to what you've said," Andrea admitted as her tears spilled down her cheeks.� Adam fished around on the night stand until he found the box of tissues.� "Andy, there's no reason for you to be ashamed of what happened," Adam said as he dried his sister's face.� "If I've learned anything from this, it's there's nothing wrong with showing your love for those closest to you."� Adam reached up, gently stroking Andrea's face with the back of his fingertips.

"But, I never thought about you in sexual terms!� Oh, you're a great looking guy and all, but you're still my brother."

"I have to admit to not thinking of you in those terms either," Adam confessed.� "However, if this has done anything, it's shown me how much I really love you."

Andrea felt a fresh flood of tears collecting.� "What are you saying?� How can you love me after I practically attacked you like some crazed slut?"

Ellie moved closer to Andrea, taking her hands.� "Crazed, maybe.� Slut, well, the jury will have to deliberate on this one.� Still, what does it matter?� Can't you see the main issues here are love and happiness?"

"Love and happiness?"� Andrea's laugh contained a tinge of bitterness.� "I used to know what they were."

Ellie leaned closer, her lips brushing against Andrea's cheek.� "You can get to know them again."

"How?� If you think I'm having a hard time dealing with this, how do you think Dale will react?"� Andrea laughed.� "The boy will flip his lid!"

"What does Dale have to do with this?" Adam asked.� "This isn't about him at all."

"Then, how...?" Andrea couldn't see where this was going.

"You can rediscover love and happiness here with us, Sis," Adam answered, letting his fingers trail along the contours of one breast.� "Just think of it!� No pressures, no hassles, no sense of being obligated to Dale and his tyrannical ways.� Think of what it would be like to be surrounded by people whose main goal in life is to make and keep you happy!"

"Even if it mean screwing me until I couldn't see straight?"

"If that's what it takes, yes."� Ellie answered, following Adam's lead by letting one manicured finger trace circles around Andrea's hardening nipple.� "You can be sure your every need will be tended to."

Andrea began to relax under the dual stimulation.� "What would Kenny have to say about all of this?� I mean, he's my brother but he's is also her husband.� It just doesn't seem right for me to, uh, take him away from her."

"No chance of that, Andy," Adam answered.� "Believe me, Kenny wouldn't see this as an intrusion on your part."

"Besides," Ellie added, "There are more than enough men - and women, if you like - to go around."

"Huh?"

Adam grinned in the semi-darkness.� "Did you think your activities would be limited to me alone?"

"Well... yes."

"Guess again, Andrea.� Certainly, Kenny will want to love you again.� It stands to reason the rest of the family will want a piece of your cute ass as well!"

A vision of the entire Williams clan lined up before her popped into Andrea's head.� "This is so hard to deal with.� I don't want to seem like I'm some kind of sex maniac."

Ellie laughed softly, letting her fingers toy with Andrea's navel.� "Compared to the rest of us, you're pretty tame.� For now, that is."

"I can see how this could help me," Andrea said, changing the subject while shifting her body slightly to allow Ellie better access to her tummy.� "How does all of this help solve my problems with Dale?"

Ellie's warm breath felt good against Andrea's exposed flesh as she answered.� "For one, you'll have a better idea about loving and being loved.� Once you understand the way it's supposed to be, you can use your knowledge to educate your husband."

Andrea laughed nervously, partially out of uncertainty of Dale's compliance and mostly due to Adam's tongue on her nipple.� "Dale's one of those men who figures it's a woman's place to put out on demand.� And then, it's his way or no way.� He could care less if I got what I wanted just as long as he got his rocks off."

Adam stopped his oral inspection of his sister's nipple.� "Well, then, your choice is a simple one.� You were planning to divorce him, right?"� Andrea moaned an acknowledgment, a bit miffed at Adam for the stoppage.

"Then you should go ahead and rid yourself of him."� Having said this, Adam returned to his oral manipulation of Andrea's nipple.

Andrea's thinking was becoming fragmented by the mouth on her nipple and the one approaching her rapidly heating center.� "Where will I go?� It's a safe bet he won't let me keep the house."

"You can stay here," Ellie said.� "We've got plenty of room, either here or across the lake.� Raise your knees for me, will you?� Thanks..."

Andrea gasped as Ellie's tongue split her outer labia.� "I... I wouldn't want to, um, impose on any of you.� Harder, please..."

Ellie's muffled reply was barely audible.� "No problem - on either account.� Now, hold still..."

Any further discussion was deferred in favor of some in-depth, nonverbal talks.� For the next hour, Andrea learned what it like to love and be loved, openly and freely, with no holds barred as Adam and Ellie took her to greater heights of passion.� As wave after wave of pleasure crashed against the shores of her soul, Andrea realized her two lovers asked nothing of her in return.� Taking a break from the near-relentless assault on her senses, Andrea watched as Adam moved within Ellie with long, sure strokes.

Of equal interest was Ellie's acceptance of her son-in-law's efforts as the older woman gave voice to each and every thrill sent her way, literally clawing and cursing her way through orgasm after orgasm.

Andrea felt, for lack of a better word, compelled to return the loving feelings which had been so lavishly heaped upon her.� Recalling her experience with Kendra, Andrea did her best to add to Ellie's pleasure by alternately sucking and biting Ellie's nipples.� As Ellie cried out in response, Andrea felt her confidence building, letting her tongue trace lazy patterns down Ellie's torso until she got a bird's eye view of hard maleness penetrating soft womanhood.

Andrea watched with rapt attention as the head of Adam's cock, pale in contrast to Ellie's dark folds, withdrew until only the head remained lodged within Ellie's sweet confines.� Emboldened by her newly found sexual freedom, Andrea whispered, "Ellie, let him take you from behind - I want to try something."� Ellie's response was to groan with feigned disappointment; nevertheless, she slid from under Adam, rolling to one side.� Andrea quickly took Ellie's place but facing in the opposite direction, spreading her legs high and wide.

Ellie smiled wickedly.� "I know what she wants, Adam.� Let's give it to her!"� Ellie then straddled Andrea, covering the younger woman's face with dark, damp, pussy before burying her own face between Andrea's waiting thighs.� Adam positioned himself over Ellie's uplifted backside, lingering just a moment to savor the sight of his sister's tongue working at Ellie's engorged clitoris.� There being other fish to fry, Adam slid back into Ellie's welcome warmth.

From her position under Ellie, Andrea had a perfect view as Adam worked more cock shaft into Ellie.� Above her, Ellie trembled under the dual assault of tongue and man meat, her cries of pleasure efficiently muffled as tried to keep up the frantic pace.� Andrea smiled as an orgasmic tremor set in, her body tensing and relaxing in sweet response.� Tilting her head back, Andrea alternated licking Ellie's clit and any exposed piece of Adam's cock which managed not to be swallowed by Ellie's gripping orifice.

The three lovers moved with each other to the primal beat of their lust, each giving and taking.� As the old cliche goes, all good things, etc.� Andrea could actually see Adam's shaft grow thicker, his strokes becoming quicker and more insistent.� A moment later, Andrea could see her brother's cock pumping jet after jet of man cream into Ellie.� Andrea tongued Ellie's swollen clit faster and harder, instigating a string of lusty curses from Ellie as her own pleasure peaked and overflowed, flooding Andrea's face with tangy essence.� As Ellie's vagina contracted, a flow of sperm escaped, running along the contours of red, puffy labia before forming one large dollop of seed.� Andrea held her mouth open in anticipation of her brother's offering, moaning loudly as the salty droplet plopped into her mouth just about the same time Ellie's demonic tongue exorcised a toe-curling orgasm from somewhere deep within Andrea's soul.

The sound of wet, hot bodies was replaced with the sounds of three people doing their level best to catch their respective breaths.� Andrea searched her soul for any signs of anguish over this incestuous act.� She had to admit the hot, tingling feelings which continued to wash over her felt right.� Still, there was one prominent thought in her heart, overlaying the orgasmic bliss.

Andrea knew, in her heart of hearts, she hadn't just been fucked; she had been loved and deliciously so.� Absent was the usual selfishness she'd known since her very first time.� Gone was the empty feeling left by men whose only care was their own satisfaction.� Andrea realized she had been given something that transcended mere physical satisfaction - she had been given enlightenment.� Versed in the usual ways of making love, she had ventured into places women rarely went, let alone talked about.

Andrea had known the touch of another woman for the first time earlier today.� She shivered as she remember Kendra's loving, gentle loving which had been urgent without rushing, insistent but not forceful.� Andrea knew how emotionally labile she'd been at that time, seeking comfort in any form.� Tonight was different.� Andrea had once again ventured into the unknown, this time of her own free will, accepting Ellie's love and returning it as well.� Another delightful shiver raced through Andrea as she remembered her first taste of a woman.� No fear, no hesitation - just welcome acceptance and a need to love.

Andrea could feel sleep descending upon her as she looked toward Adam.� Damn!� Andrea smiled dreamily, wondering why making love with him never occurred to her before now while also realizing the silliness of her question.� Still, as sleep claimed Andrea, she vowed to correct this obvious oversight in her life.

Part V, Chapter Seventeen

Morning sunlight streamed in the curtained window, casting its warmth onto Andrea, who stretched luxuriously, happy and content.� And sat straight up, wide awake and wondering where in the name of God she was!� Looking around, she recognized the well-appointed guest room... but how had she gotten in here?� Her last memory was of being in bed with, oh, shit, Ellie and Adam...

"Good morning," a baritone voice said, coming from her right, causing Andrea to yelp in surprise.� "Did you sleep well?"� Andrea turned toward the voice and found Devon sitting in the upholstered chair which occupied the room.

"Shit!� You scared me, Devon!� I slept just fine, thank you.� But..."

"Yes?"� Devon's smile was magnetic.

"How did I get back in here?"� Andrea gestured to take in the whole room.

"I happened to be looking for Ellie, knew she'd be with Adam - but I didn't expect to find you with them.� I figured it would be easier for you to wake up in your own bed - a lot less chance of any discomfort."

"Thanks," Andrea offered, carefully noticing Devon hadn't commented further on her presence in the bed, let alone her obvious state of undress at the time.� "About last night..."

Devon raised one long-fingered hand in dismissal.� "You don't have to explain anything, Andrea.� Especially if you're not, ah, comfortable about it."� Devon settled back into the comfortable chair, taking stock of his son-in-law's sister.� Earlier in the morning, Ellie, Adam, Devon, and Kendra had discussed the events of the night before, with Devon drawing the short straw as the person Andrea would see upon awakening and to answer the questions they knew she'd have.

"Oh, I'm all right," Andrea answered - and meant it.� She had never felt more comfortable in her life, even after having the strangest experience in her entire life.� "What do you want to know?"

Devon laughed at Andrea's positive stance.� "If you're asking me, then you must be handling all of this better than we expected."� He nodded approval.� "That's good, Andrea.� To answer your question, I just want to know one thing."

"Go ahead," Andrea replied, feeling a confidence she'd never known before.� Remarkable, since she was about to have a talk about getting laid to a man she only met once or twice before!� "Were you loved?"

"Was I ever!" Andrea exclaimed.� "You know, at first I though all of this sick and disgusting.� That was before I stopped looking at it from my old perspective."� Andrea shifted her position on the bed before continuing.� "Ellie and Adam had an interesting way to rid me of my old way of thinking, but it worked.� I never realized something so wrong could be so right."

Devon nodded in silent agreement.� "It does take some getting used to.� It took Adam a little longer to get used to being a part of our loving family.� But, as you discovered, he's well adjusted."

"That isn't all he is," Andrea muttered, her body remembering the utter joy of being filled by him.� Turning her attention back to Devon, Andrea asked, "So now what?� I mean, what happens next?"

Devon regarded Andrea with a tilt of his head, as if not understanding the question.� "I don't know, Andrea; what do you want to happen next?"

Andrea fixed Devon with a puzzled look of her own.� "Am I expect to 'join up' or something?"

"Don't be silly!� Of course not!"

"What, then?"� Andrea's confusion was parading itself openly.� "I don't get it."

Devon shrugged.� "What's there to get?� You are Adam's sister and, thus, a member of the family.� We wouldn't treat you any different than we do Adam who, by the way, is here by his choice.� He could have walked out on Kenny and the rest of us on the first night.� Hell, he still can."

"He's still here," Andrea said, understanding where Devon was going.

"Exactly.� I know of your plans to divorce Dale and I'm supposed to tell you that you're welcome to stay here."� He looked around the room expansively.� "This room will be yours, of course.� As Adam will attest, you won't want for anything."

"What's the catch, Devon?� This is too good to be true."

"You wound me, Andrea - there's no catch, no gimmicks, no nothing.� Just the family reaching out to another family member in need."

"I wouldn't have to, uh, you know, earn my keep?"

Devon frowned his displeasure.� "Just allowing the family to help you is reward enough for us.� Please don't insult us by implying you have to do something in return."

Andrea's face reddened at Devon's mild rebuke.� "I'm sorry, Devon.� It's just... damn!� This has all been like a dream to me, one I don't want to wake up from.� I could leave Dale today and spend the rest of my life here without missing him one bit."

"And, pray tell, why is that?"

Andrea thought carefully over her answer, sighing deeply.� "Because I know everyone here will love me, even those of you who are just getting to know me.� And I need to show my love to everyone who loves me."

"Well, then," Devon said while getting to his feet, giving Andrea a good long look at his trim form as well as the outline of his maleness.� Devon smiled before announcing, "It's all settled.� Let someone know what you want to do and we'll see about getting things in order.� Are you hungry?� For food, I mean," letting Andrea know he was aware of her gaze.

"I'm starving," Andrea replied.� "And not just for food, if you catch my drift."

"I do, indeed.� You'll have plenty of time to feed yourself.� For now, though, let's get you showered and fed.� Pancakes or waffles?"

Andrea smiled brilliantly at Devon, already knowing what decision she'd make.� "Yes."

"Yes?� Yes, pancakes or yes, waffles?"

"Yes."

"Women," Devon uttered as he left Andrea to her morning ablutions.

*�� *�� *

Andrea arrived for breakfast some twenty minutes later, feeling well-rested and full of energy.� Freshly showered and outfitted in jeans, T-shirt and light sweater, she joined the rest of family, taking a seat next to Kendra.� Kendra acknowledged Andrea's presence with a nod, turning her attention momentarily to something Ellie was saying.

"...So, we won't need to make any other changes.� There'll be plenty of room for everyone."

Adam and Kendra both nodded in agreement.� "Not that it makes much difference," said Adam, giving everyone a sample of his magnetic smile.� "We usually don't spend much time in our rooms - sleeping, that is."� Kendra giggled.

Devon spoke up, taking in Andrea with his warm glance.� "All there is to settle now is a buy-in from Andrea."

"Buy-in to what?" Andrea asked between a mouth full of waffles.

"Well, I told everyone about our conversation this morning.� Depending on your answer, we'd love to have you stay here with us."

Andrea sat her fork on the plate carefully, having nearly dropped it upon hearing Devon's announcement.� She looked at everyone around the table, taking those few seconds to make the biggest decision in her life since accepting Dale's marriage proposal.� Andrea looked at Devon as if some ulterior motive could be found on his handsome features.� Instead, she saw only the quiet confidence everyone in this family seemed to possess.

Turning her head slightly, she looked in Ellie's eyes, finding the same confidence along with a look which promised a lot of interesting days and nights.� Andrea shivered involuntarily as both her mind and body remembered the sensations delivered by Ellie just mere hours ago.� Putting the memory aside she looked at Kendra and another shiver raced up her spine.

"Get a grip, girl," she told herself before allowing her gaze to settle on Adam.� Even though born of different roots, he was clearly a member of this family, fairly oozing the Williams family confidence and sexuality.� Who would have thought the best sex she'd ever experienced had come from the last person she ever dreamed of?

Feeling as if she were taking too long to answer, Andrea cleared her throat before speaking.� "After everything which has happened in the last twenty-four hours or so, the first thing I have to say I'm not� really clear about what has really happened."� Andrea managed a weak smile, shaking her head.� "Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every minute of it."� Andrea could feel tears welling in her eyes; Kendra placed a warm, comforting hand on hers.

"Take you time, Andy; we all know how important a decision this is.� It's not easy giving up one way of life for another."

Andrea nodded.� "Dale and I, well, things haven't turned out the way I had hoped.� Last night, Adam and Ellie showed me what it was like to be loved unselfishly."� Tears spilled down Andrea's cheeks, falling softly onto the simple tablecloth covering the cherry wood table.� "I want more of this kind of love."

Ellie spoke quietly.� "Even if it means receiving it from Adam?"

"Yes.� It was one of the things which makes my decision an easy one."� Andrea dabbed at her eyes, feeling her resolve return.� She looked once more at everyone seated at the table, drawing strength from them and feeling the outpouring of love.� "If Adam could make love to me without batting an eye and not feeling bad about it, then how could I do any less?� After all, he's my baby brother and I can't let him one-up me!"� Adam rolled his eyes and placed a hand over his heart as if wounded.

"My answer is yes, yes, a thousand times yes.� I want to be here with you and experience the love and joy you share every day.� Of course, I'll have to let Dale know I won't be coming home."� She sighed.� "You know, I'm leaving my husband and I don't feel bad about it at all."

"As well you shouldn't," a deep baritone voice agreed.� Heads turned toward the new voice as Lorne Williams entered the room, followed closely by Etienne and Kymber.

"Mother.� Father.� Grandmother."� Devon nodded to each in turn.� "It's good to see you, but I thought you were on vacation."

"We were." said Eti, taking a seat next to Andrea.� "Until your father he had enough of lying around playing victim."� Turning, Eti flashed a smile at Andrea.� "Andrea!� It's really good to see you again!� How long has it been... since the wedding, right?"

Andrea blushed under the rapt attention being paid to her.� "Yes, ma'am.� It's good to see all of you again," she greeted, accepting a kiss from Kymber on the cheek.

"Ma'am?� Please, child - you make me sound ancient!� Call me Eti."� Andrea's blush deepened.� Lorne circled around the elegant table until he stood next to Devon.

"What's this about Andrea leaving her husband, Dev?"� The look Lorne gave his son said he wouldn't be put off by some half-assed answer.� Andrea's mouth opened to answer but snapped shut with a look from Lorne.

"Andrea has decided to leave Dale and move in with us."� Devon showed no fear or intimidation.� Lorne's eyebrows threatened to crawl up his forehead and down the back.

"Ah, might I ask...?"

"She knows, Dad."� Devon looked at Andrea giving her a big wink.

"I see," Lorne said, continuing to circle the table until he stood behind Kendra and Adam, who at least had the good sense to look nervous.� "Andrea?"

Andrea swallowed.� "Yes, sir?"

"Before I welcome you to the family, I want to be sure you understand what you're getting into."

"I think I do, Dr. Williams."

"If I'm not being too pushy, might I ask why you're so sure?" Lorne asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

Andrea looked lovingly at Ellie for a moment before letting her gaze fall onto Adam.� Lorne's only response was to raise a single eyebrow.� "Hmm.� Well, I suppose the matter is settled."

"Pretty much, Dr. Williams," Andrea said.� "Look, I've discovered what your family is all about and even though I was shocked at first, I've had time to think about it all and the whole thing makes sense.� In fact..." Andrea's voice trailed off, her eyes going out of focus as she looked at Devon.

"Andrea?" Lorne asked.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

Andrea became aware of the entire family watching her with looks of concern crossing their faces.� "Damn!� I'm sorry!� My, uh, train of thought got derailed for a moment."

Lorne had noticed Andrea's lapse of attention occurred when she looked at Devon.� Even though the oldest of the assembled group, he wasn't so old he could tell Andrea had designs on his son.� "Well, we stopped by to have a talk with Ellie, Kenny and Adam about a few things, so if you'll excuse us for a while..."

"Sure, Dr. Williams.� I've got to go upstairs and get the bed made anyway."� Andrea turned to leave the room and remembered something.� "Devon?� If you're not busy, would you give me a hand moving the chest of drawers?� I need to get something which fell behind it while I was dressing."

Devon took a moment to glance at his father, who nodded.� "Sure, Andrea.� I'll be along in a moment."� Andrea smiled brightly and left for her room.� Devon's attention was held by the sight of firm bottom before being drawn back to his father's presence.

"Son," Lorne began.� "I hope you know what you're doing; it's an awful big risk you're running by allowing Andrea access to the family in this manner."

"Dad, if what Adam and Ellie told me is true - and I don't have any reason not to believe either of them, Andrea will fit in just fine.� You'll see!"

"I hope you're right," Lorne conceded, clamping a fatherly hand on Devon's shoulder.� "Well, I'm off to talk to the rest of the horde; stop by when you get done."

"Okay, Dad."

*�� *�� *

As Andrea fussed over folding the comforter, she felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her soul.� It had been one thing to think about Adam's in-laws as being part of the overall family; however, it was something else to be in their presence, looking into their odd-colored eyes and fairly basking in their magnetism.� "Especially Etienne," Andrea whispered to herself.� There was something about the woman who reminded her of Kendra - only a thousand times calmer and a million times more intense.� Andrea interrupted her introspective review upon hearing the light tapping on the bedroom door.� "Come on in, Devon," she called out, feeling her pulse begin to race.

Devon's head appeared around the open edge of the door.� "Ready to move the chest?" he asked, stepping into the room.

"Sure, just give me a second to square this away." �Looking up at Devon just for an instant send an unbelievable chill through her.� "This is one good looking man," she thought.� "And," her libido supplied, "he looks to be well equipped to handle things, if you know what I mean."� Andrea smiled despite herself.

"Okay, I'm ready!"� Andrea crossed the room, wiping her hands on her thighs.� Finding a place for her hands, she looked up at Devon, who had also gotten a grip on his side of the chest.� Their eyes met and Andrea felt her jaw slacken just a little at the contact.

"On three, okay?� One... Two... Three!"� Devon's muscles locked as he brought his strength to bear against the oak chest.� With Andrea's help, the massive piece of furniture move all of two inches, enough for Andrea to look behind it.

"Whoa!� There it is!"� Andrea could see her lost object glinting in the sunlight.

"Okay," Devon said, slightly winded.� "Let me know when you're ready to put this thing back."

Andrea bent over and wiggled her hand into the small space, her fingers fishing for some purchase on the object.� With a grunt, she managed to loop a finger around the edge; from there, it was a simple matter to extract it.� "There!" she said triumphantly, standing and holding her prize up for Devon to see.

"I can see why you'd want to get that back," Devon said while nodding to the contraceptive bracelet dangling from Andrea's fingers.

"Yeah, I took it off to shower this morning and it must have fallen of the back."� Andrea slipped the bracelet back over her wrist, feeling the expected tingle when the bracelet's sensor reestablished contact with the sensor just under her skin.� "The bracelet does its job, but it can be a pain in the ass sometime.� Whoever invented this damned thing must have been out of their mind."

Devon chuckled.� "He can be a bit goofy when he feels like it, but I hardly think my father is out of his mind."

Andrea turned to face Devon, her face reddening.� "Oh, shit.� You mean Lorne is THE Dr. Williams, the one who invented this?"

"The one and only."

"I feel so stupid."

"You shouldn't blame yourself.� Look at it this way; it's better than taking pills or having your plumbing cut on."

"You've got that right," Andrea agreed, sighing heavily.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing.� I was just thinking about Dale."

For a moment, Devon felt irritated at the mention of Andrea's husband.� "What about him?"

Andrea flopped down across the bed, positioning herself so she could see Devon.� "I was just thinking about the argument we had over having children."

Devon sat on the bed facing Andrea, grateful to sit.� "I take it he wasn't overly fond of the idea."

"Hmpf.� That's putting it mildly.� The boy lost his ever-loving mind.� Told me he didn't want to be burdened with the responsibility of bringing a new life into the world."� Andrea sighed.� "At first, I thought he'd change his mind, you know, after we'd been married a while longer."

Devon felt a twinge of sympathy for the younger woman.� "Was this the reason why things went sour between you?"

"Partly.� The other part was because he just wants to have things his way all the time, like nothing I could say or do was good enough for him."

"And now you think you've found what you're looking for with us."� More statement than question.

Andrea propped herself up on an elbow, staring intensely at Devon.� "Yes, I do.� Why do you ask?� Do you think I'm making a mistake?"

"No," Devon said.� "I don't.� I'm just wondering if our way of life is the best thing for you.� There are a lot of things to be taken into consideration, some nice, some not-so-nice."

"My little session with Adam and Ellie crammed a lot into my head, Devon," Andrea said confidently.� "Yeah, there's the no holds barred intimacy and the implications behind it.� From where I'm sitting, though, the good outweighs the bad here."� Andrea sat up suddenly, looking intently at Devon.� "May I ask you something?"

Devon shrugged.� "Sure - go ahead.� One of the things you'll learn around here is we have no secrets from each other."

"You've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

Devon's eyebrows rose in surprise.� "You know, since you asked, no.� Well, not in the conventional sense anyway."

Andrea nodded, more to herself than in response to Devon's answer.� "I thought so."

"What does my not ever having a girlfriend have to do with anything?"� Devon was clearly puzzled.

"Everything.� You've never had to go looking for love and affection, never had to go through the disappointments most guys go through when they grow up."

"Oh, I know all about the disappointment.� I've seen what it did to some of the guys I hung around with in school."

"But you've never gone through it yourself."

"Well, no.� I suppose not.� What's your point?"

Andrea smiled sweetly at Devon.� "My point is you've never had to experience the special feeling one gets when they meet the right person."

Devon could now see what Andrea was getting at.� "Ah, of course.� You're saying because I've always had my relationship with my family, I've always had all my physical and emotional needs taken care of.� You know, I never really looked at it from that perspective."

Andrea moved closer to Devon, stretching out beside him.� "My point exactly.� See, I know this is right for me.� I need to love and be loved while being free to explore myself without having to deal with recriminations.� It's just a simple fact of when it's right, you know it."

Devon looked at Andrea in a different light, having most of his early fears put to bed.� From the descriptions provided by both Adam and Ellie, Devon was afraid that Andrea's motives were purely sexual in nature.� Devon allowed himself a mental shrug, reminding himself there was some truth to the sexual aspect.� Oh, but wouldn't it be interesting having someone other than Kymber to make love with.� With a practiced eye, Devon let his gaze flow over Andrea's lithe form, noticing he way her clothing clung to every curve.� And, he couldn't help but notice, she had some pretty good sized nipples...

Andrea was very much aware of Devon's silent appraisal, hoping he liked what he was seeing.� Without making it obvious to Devon, Andrea coyly rearranged her position on the bed, giving Devon a look at her backside (and hoping it wasn't as fat as she thought).� Even without being able to see Devon, Andrea could feel his gaze upon her and, shit, it felt good to be appreciated for being a woman.

"Andrea," Devon said, forcing himself to focus more on the conversation than on Andrea's lovely body.� "As my father does, I hope you've made the right decision for yourself.� Speaking for the family - my part of it, that is - we welcome you and look forward to making your stay with us as pleasant as possible."

Andrea was barely paying attention to Devon's warm words.� Instead, she was listening to a more insistent voice, one born of primal passion and desire.� Suddenly, Andrea was very much aware of the aura of masculinity being projected by Devon.� Her position on the bed not allowing her to look at him didn't matter; she could feel him and, oh, God, did she want him.

"Devon?" Andrea took a split second in deciding her fate.

"Yes?"

Place your feet right on the edge and just fall forward...

"Make love to me."

For probably the first time in his life, Devon hesitated before answering.� True enough, he wanted Andrea; hearing the details of her evening with Ellie and Adam made her much more desirable.� On the other hand, Devon knew his desire was being fueled by sheer lust.� This wasn't about showing love for another in their special way; no, this was about a good old fashioned bone-jumping.� Still, inbred responses kicked in.� Licking his lips, Devon said, "You sure this is what you want?"

Andrea's answer was to sit up, neatly pivoting on her bottom until she faced Devon.� Crossing her arms over and down, she removed her top in one smooth motion to reveal a pair of small but perky breasts, each topped by semi-hard nipples.� Andrea cupped a breast in each hand, massaging her nipples to full erection.

"I've never more sure of anything.� I want you."� Andrea's passionate blush, once limited to her face, began to spread along her neck and shoulders before creeping along the upper contours of her breasts.

Andrea leaned forward to crush her mouth against Devon's, submitting to the passion.� Tongues sought each other, tasting and discovering while hands made themselves familiar.� Andrea moaned as Devon's hands explored the soft globes of her breasts before making their way down to the waistband of her pants.

Reluctantly, the kiss was broken just long enough for Andrea to wiggle out of her pants while Devon hurriedly removed his clothing, exposing his muscular frame.� Andrea lay back on the bed, her arms open and inviting, not wanting to waste one precious moment.

As Devon eased himself into her embrace and his lips began to explore the flesh just behind her left ear, Andrea realized there was more than just lust and passion at work here.� From the very first moment she laid eyes on him, Andrea had felt drawn to Devon, a feeling which had soothed and frightened her.� As Devon's tongue traced an interesting pattern along one nipple, causing Andrea to shiver with delight, a part of her knew she had fallen in love with him.

Andrea cradled Devon's head to her chest as he sucked each nipple in turn, raising her excitement and bringing the heat to searing levels.� She reached between their perspiring bodies and found him hot, hard, and throbbing within her grasp.� Her fingers toyed with the silken flesh of his shaft causing Devon to gasp with pleasure.� Andrea couldn't wait to feel Devon inside of her - but first things first...

Wriggling out of Devon's embrace, Andrea moved between Devon's legs before lowering her mouth onto his stiff member, effectively cutting off any protests.� The couple moaned in unison as Andrea slid two thick inches of man meat into her mouth, savoring the musky scent and the slightly spicy taste of the man under her.� Slowly, Andrea's head began a bobbing motion, each� downward plunge gathering more of Devon's shaft into the deep recesses of her throat.� Devon's hands cradled and stroked Andrea's face as he settled in to enjoy the oral attention, his features alternating between smiles and grimaces as Andrea eagerly sucked him.

*�� *�� *

"Be sure to tell Dev to give me a call later this evening," Lorne said, kissing first Ellie then Kendra before joining Kymber and Etienne at the front door.� "He must be rearranging the whole room for Andrea!"

Adam, standing behind wife and mother-in-law, hid a smirk behind his hand.� "Devon's rearranging something, alright.� But I don't think it's furniture."� The departing Williams', along with Ellie and Kendra, turned to look at Adam.

"Are you suggesting my son is doing unsavory things with your sister, young man?" Kymber asked with mock seriousness.

"I'd say it's a safe bet, knowing my sister."

*�� *�� *

Andrea tossed her head back, a silent scream of pleasure poised to escape her lips as Devon drove deeper into her, his hands spreading tender buttocks to allow deeper penetration into her wetness.

"Oh, God, yes!� Give me more, baby!� Slide that hard cock in up to your balls!� Fuck me, Devon, oh, shit, fuck me til I can't see straight!"

All Devon could do was grunt in reply.� Perspiration dripped into his eyes, stinging them, before splashing onto Andrea's upturned ass.� For Devon, it was pure bliss being able to see and feel Andrea's entire body shake under his hard, insistent strokes as well as hearing her impassioned pleas for more.� Better still was the incredible feeling offered by Andrea's overheated sheath as it continued to grip him convulsively, bringing him closer to completion.� A hard thrust, quickly followed by an even harder thrust and Devon began the delicious task of filling Andrea with his seed.

"Oh, God!� Oh, yes!� Do it!"� Andrea's cries dwindled into incoherent babble as her own orgasm caught up with her.� With all the force she could muster, Andrea clamped down on Devon's jerking cock, trapping him deep inside until, finally, Devon grew soft enough to fall out of her velvet embrace.

"Damn!� You really know how to move furniture, don't you?" asked Andrea.

Equally exhausted, Devon replied, "Something moved, but I'll be damned if I know what.� You okay?"

"Hmm, never better.� You wanna know something?"

"What's that?"

"I'm hungry."

"Well," Devon chuckled.� "Moving furniture is hard work."� Devon patted Andrea's firm - and slightly moist - bottom before starting to rise and dress.

"Devon?� You mind if I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

"You know what happened between me and Kendra, don't you?"

"I heard about it, yes."

"Then you know I've never done anything like that before."

"It's what I heard.� Why does it concern you?"

"I can't say if 'concerned' is the word I would use to describe how I feel about it."

Devon paused in the middle of putting on a sock.� "If you're not concerned, then what's up here?"

"It bothers me how easily I gave in to Kenny, not to mention how much I enjoyed it."� Andrea shivered at the memory of Kendra's oral pleasures while feeling her nipples harden.

"So?� Kenny's a little hard to resist, if I must say so myself."

"It's just that I never thought I would enjoy having another woman doing things to me.� Then, to top things off, my mother walked in on us."

Devon raised an eyebrow.� "Did she really?� I didn't know..."

Andrea managed a little smile.� "Oh, she most certainly did.� Things got a little ugly for a moment, but I think my mom understood what was going on, especially after Kenny had her say about it all."

Devon could easily imagine the scene.� Kenny's imperturbable calm matched up against a shocked and, probably, outraged parent.� "I'll bet it was something to see."

"It was, believe me.� Funny thing, though.� My mother didn't really seem to be all that upset.� Concerned, yes.� But not the raving lunatic I would have expected."� Andrea shrugged.

Completely dressed, Devon held out his hand to Andrea.� "Come on, let's go raid the fridge."

*�� *�� *

Allison Harrison's eyes widened in surprise when, upon opening the door, she found Kendra waiting patiently.� "Hello, Kendra!� What brings you here?"

"Hi, Mrs. Harrison," Kendra answered while laughing.

"What's so funny?" the older woman asked.

"Well, we're both 'Mrs. Harrison...'"

Allison beamed.� "You're right - we are!� Come on in!"� She stepped back to allow Kendra inside.

"I came by to pick up Andrea's things.� She's going to be spending some time with us."

"I see.� She's decided to leave Dale after all, then."� Allison sat down wearily.� "Tell me, Kendra - do you think she's making the right decision?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, Mrs. Harrison.� What does matter is what Andrea thinks."� Kendra thought for a moment before continuing.� "Do I believe she's right?� Well, I know if Adam were to treat me the same way Dale does Andrea, I wouldn't stay with him."

"That's a fair answer, dear," Allison said.� "Personally, she should have left him a long time ago, but it wasn't for me to say."

The living room fell into a nervous silence.� Kendra's gaze remained fixed on the elder Mrs. Harrison, patiently waiting for the other woman to do... whatever.

Without bothering to look up, Allison could feel Kendra's unusual eyes on her.� Just knowing the young woman was watching made Allison flush with warmth.� Allison knew she should show Kendra where Andrea's things were being kept but, for some reason, she didn't want Kendra to stop looking at her.

Not wanting to be rude or rush the other woman, Kendra's gaze flicked to her watch, which wasn't missed by Allison.� "I suppose we should get Andy's things loaded up, huh?"� Allison said, trying to keep a twinge of disappointment from her voice.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Harrison.� I do have a doctor's appointment in a couple of hours," Kendra answered, patting the growing bulge under her maternity dress.

"One thing, Kendra.� Please call me Allison or Mom, whichever you prefer.� There's no need for us to stand on formality - you're family now."

"Thank you... Allison."� Kendra's wide smile seemed to make the room brighter.� "I'm right behind you!"

Once in Andrea's former bedroom, the two women set to the task of collecting those things Andrea might need.� They worked quickly and in relative silence, speaking only to ask a question about this dress or which pair of shoes.� Fifteen minutes later, Andrea's belongings were neatly packed and ready to go.� Kendra picked up one of the smaller suitcases and turned for the door.

"Kendra, would you mind if I asked you a very personal question?"

"No, not at all.� As you said, we're family now and I've nothing to hide."� Kendra put the suitcase down and went to join Allison, who had taken a seat on the edge of the bed.� "Ask your question, please."

"Are you a lesbian?"� Allison's question was right to the point, making Kendra smile with approval.

Allison nodded, envying the younger woman's easy acceptance of who and what she was.� Absently, Allison said, "I don't think I've ever seen any so... stimulating."

"Pardon?"

"You and Andy making love.� I was shocked when I first saw the two of you together but, after a few seconds, I realized I had never seen anything so hot and exciting."� Allison managed a wry smile before adding, "For a moment, I found myself wishing it was me instead of Andy."� Having made this announcement, Allison suddenly felt as if a great weight had been removed from her.

Kendra matched Allison's smile with one of her own.� "It could have been you - you needed only to ask," she said, causing Allison head to snap up in surprise.

"Right.� An old woman like me, wishing for something she could never have.� You're so sweet to say this."

"I'm not being patronizing, Allison.� It could have easily been you there being loved, if it was what you wanted."

Allison blinked in surprise at the sudden warmth spreading through her body.� "You can't be serious!"

"I'm always serious about these things, Allison - love is not to be taken lightly."

"You are saying," Allison began - and hoping it was true - "if I asked you to make love to me, you'd do it."

"Absolutely."

Allison chuckled.� "I wouldn't know what to do.� I've never had the experience."

"You underestimate yourself.� Besides, what's there to know?� You just let go of your feelings and bring them to the surface; love will take care of the rest."

"You make it sound so easy," Allison said wistfully.� "And so tempting."

Kendra reached over to take Allison's hands, not surprised to find them trembling.� To Kendra's experienced eye, she knew the older Mrs. Harrison was ready to take the plunge, right here, right now.� "It really is that easy and, as far as tempting, well, would you like to find out?"

At Kendra's offer, Allison felt as if all the blood had drained from her head to collect in the deepest reaches of her body.� What had she gotten herself into and why?� The concerned mother in her had wanted to know the answers to the questions asked but the woman in her had been jealous of her daughter for having a chance to experience an intimacy she had only read about.� Allison could readily remember the look on Andrea's face as Kendra eased orgasm after orgasm from her - the sheer pleasure and ecstasy clearly taking her daughter to places unexplored.

And she wanted to know what Andrea knew.

"I'd like that, Kendra," Allison said, all the while wondering who had uttered the words.

"Then let's explore the possibilities, shall we?" Kendra asked before moving close and planting a kiss on Allison's cheek.� "You wanted answers and the only way to get them is to experience it for yourself."

Her voice a mere whisper, Allison said, "Yes..."

"Let's begin," Kendra whispered, her hands undoing the buttons on Allison's sundress.

Part V, Chapter Eighteen

Allison's back arched, her whole body one gigantic spasm as yet another orgasm rippled its way along her nerves, inflaming her soul.� Each practiced touch from Kendra sent Allison tumbling further out of control - and not giving a flying fuck about it.

"Please... stop for a moment!"� Kendra did as she was asked, absently wiping the copious flow of juices from her face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes.� No.� Shit, I don't even know!� I need to know something before you drive me insane!"

"What's that?"

"Can we do this together?� I mean, it's not right for you to, shit, do all the work."

"I don't mind, really," Kendra replied.� "But, yes, we can do this together, if you're ready to try it."

"Why the hell not," Allison replied, smiling at her own raunchiness.� "I've gone this far."

"Suit yourself," Kendra said, rising from her place between Allison's quivering legs.� Turning until her luscious bottom pointed in the right direction, Kendra gently and slowly straddled Allison's face until she could feel her hot, moist breath on her flesh.� When Kendra knew her own sex was within easy reach, she prepared to return to the task at hand, spreading Allison's legs high and wide.

"Now where were we?� Oh, yes - right about... here!"� Kendra returned to eating Allison with relish, not really caring whether the other woman returned the favor or not - but knowing she would.� Kendra wasn't disappointed when she felt Allison's tentative first licks, her soft yet raspy tongue teasing along the outer folds of her sex.

Deep inside of Allison, a jumble of emotions was taking place.� To begin with, there was the joy of making love; once her initial nervousness wore off, Allison found it easy to settle into the sights, sounds, and smells of sex.� Well, almost easy.� While the familiar sensations of being eaten were working their way along Allison's nerve endings, it was the not-so-familiar feelings which made what was happening less familiar than normal.� Where Roger's hands were rougher and stronger, the hands under her ass were perhaps not as strong, but definitely softer.� The tongue working between the heated, slick folds of her pussy was more insistent yet gentler than anything she'd ever experienced.

Allison laughed softly against the downy softness of Kendra muff.� Experience?� What experience could she be thinking of?� Allison had only seen women making love in the tacky movies she and Roger watched when they were years younger.� But now she was living it, feeling Kendra's clitoris sliding between her hungry lips.

The two women ate at each other - it was heady and wild - mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, locked in the throes of primal passion.� Kendra, with practiced ease, brought Allison into orgasm after orgasm while Allison, inexperienced at the ways of Sappho, tried to give as good as she was getting.

At the moment, Allison's attention was focused on Kendra's anal opening, flicking her tongue over the wrinkled opening.� Reflex took hold as Kendra's buttocks tightened in response, emboldening Allison to experiment further.� While her tongue busied itself in the wet confines of Kendra's pussy, Allison slipped the tip of one finger into Kendra's ass, feeling the younger woman respond by pushing against the invading digit until it was in up to the second knuckle.

Pleased she had found something to give Kendra in return, Allison got busy working her finger into Kendra's forbidden entrance.� It didn't take long before the other woman was thrashing against the dual stimulation and, seconds later, Allison was rewarded with the hot gush of Kenny's release, feeling Kenny's clit (Christ, it was big) pulsing and jerking with each spurt of liquid.

Not to be outdone, Kendra lifted her head slightly and with a quick stab, inserted her thumb into Allison ass and two fingers into her pussy.� The older woman stiffened at the assault, surprised at the suddenness of the intrusion and knowing she was close to the edge.

"No..." Allison moaned.� "Not yet, please!� Make it last a little longer!"� It was hard fighting against the building pleasure wave as fingers and tongue worked feverishly to accomplish their task.

"The time for waiting is over, Allison," Kendra said softly.� "You have to experience the love we have to offer you."�� Having said that, Kendra launched into a vicious attack on Allison's vulnerable body and emotions, letting the wave build then recede over and over, deriving her own pleasure from the sounds of protest and pleasure streaming from her mother-in-law.

The wave crested inside Allison and this time she knew there would be no stopping it.� It hit her hard, washing over her tortured senses, searing her nerves in white hot flames.� Allison was dimly aware of an incredible wetness between her splayed legs, just as she barely registered the obscene sounds of slurping and sucking.

"Oh, my God... NO!" Allison screamed as the torrent of pleasure rushed through her in all its forbidden glory.� Nothing she and Roger ever did together compared to this singular joy.� Even in her emotional ruin, Allison's mind frantically searched for some familiar ground to latch onto, a vain effort to anchor what was left of her soul.� In a moment which seemed to last forever, Allison felt conflict explode inside of her, momentarily feeling the guilt and shame of what was happening to her.� Women shouldn't do these things to each other - only a man can make a woman feel this way!� The attempt failed and Allison gave in to the ecstasy, burning in the flames of lust.

*�� *�� *

Kendra moved away from Allison's sweating, writhing body, placing a comforting hand on the older woman's exposed thigh.� Some instinct was telling her Allison was in distress despite being caught in the throes of orgasm, so she sat and waited, her own body unwinding from the sexual tension it had been exposed to.

After long minutes, Allison's brown eyes opened, her skin flushed a dusky red hue and she shook her head attempting to clear the fuzziness.� Lips parted, Allison took a couple of deep breaths before sitting up, only to feel the room start to spin.

"Lie back, Allison," Kendra said softly.

"I feel so strange," Allison muttered.� "Like I've been drinking all day."

Kendra smiled at the analogy.� "That was a pretty strong orgasm - it'll take a few minutes before you get it all together."

Allison did as she was told, immediately relieved when the spinning stopped.� Once her head cleared, Allison took stock of her condition.� Perspiration and other fluids soaked the sheets beneath her and, certainly, her hair was a mess.� Looking up and to her right a little, she saw Kendra's pregnant and naked form, absently taking note of the more than gentle swelling abdomen and the larger than usual breasts, filling with milk for the yet-to-be-born infant.� An intense feeling of guilt and shame lowered itself onto Allison's thoughts, drowning out the pleasurable feelings which now felt very distant.� Tears welled up and flowed over clenched eyelids as the realization took hold.

"My God, what have I done?"� Allison sobbed.

"Nothing you didn't want to do, Allison."

Ignoring the words meant to comfort her, Allison continued.� "What would Roger think of me if he found out?"

Kendra placed a hand on Allison's thigh.� "He'd think you are one sexy lady.� I know that's what I think."� Kendra stood, looking for her discarded clothing.� Turning, she looked back at Allison and added, "That's what Adam and Andrea would think, too."

At the mention of her children, Allison became a little more agitated.� "What are you trying to say, Kendra?� That my own children would think I'm sexy?� That's sick."

"A while ago, you felt the same way about two women making love," Kendra replied, watching with some satisfaction as Allison's face went beet red.� Still, she continued to protest, albeit weakly.

"That's different," Allison said, her face burning.� "We're two consenting adults and you're only related to me by marriage."

"So?� What's your point?"

Allison turned toward Kendra, her eyes ablaze.� "The point is it makes a difference.� I would never do something like this with one of my children."

"That's a shame - your children wouldn't - and don't - agree."� Kendra delivered the coup de grace without malice.

Allison was stunned at the implication.� "What are you saying?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

"Adam and Andrea... no.� That's not possible."� Allison started to rise, only to be gently pushed back to a sitting position.

"Please sit, Allison.� There's something we have to talk about..."

Part VI, Chapter One

Allison didn't know how long she remained sitting on the bed in Andrea's old room.� Kendra had left... hours?� ago, leaving Allison to ponder a great many things.

The time had slipped by without notice as Allison alternated between sobbing silently and crying hysterically.� Where had she gone wrong?� What had she done to deserve to have these things dumped onto her life?� Gone were the euphoric feelings provided by Kendra a lifetime ago.� Even through the tears, Allison's body remembered the passionate heights she'd flown with her daughter-in-law.

Unbidden, a smile broke through as Allison relived the moment just before her climatic explosion carried her off, scattering her soul to the four corners of the world.� Such intensity!� Such raw, vital passion!� The smile grew wider.

"I haven't been that wicked in years," she said aloud.� At hearing her own voice, the smile cracked and fell and was quickly replaced by a thought so crystal clear and focused, the emotional turmoil shied back into a dark corner of her mind.

"Yes," she quietly said to no one.� "It was wicked and, my Lord, so very much wrong!"� Truth came into the room and sat on Allison's lap as she realized just how much enjoyment and pleasure Kendra had given her, not to mention her amateurish attempts to give back to that wonderful young woman.

"But what makes loving the best it can be?" Truth asked.� "Could it be the more wrong a thing is, the more enjoyable it is?"

Truth had a point Allison had to admit.� She could easily remember all those times when she and Roger would be making love in the parlor, hot and heavy, afraid Roger's parents would come home and catch them, and not really caring.� Oh, and how about the time in the park?� In broad daylight?� Allison's smile returned with the memory.

The human mind is a fabulous organ.� So simple in its construction, so complex in its workings, capable of taking seemingly unrelated items and putting them all together into one neat package.� Allison's mind was no different; it delivered the goods right on time - and the revelation it revealed caused her to abruptly stand.

"My God," she whispered.� "It all makes sense!� I think..."

"That's right, Allie," Truth said.� "Nothing wrong with a girl getting her fun, even if it was with another girl!� Hey, who cares as long as you had fun, right?"� Looking into the dressing table mirror, Allison nodded to herself.

"And," Truth continued, "It was hot and nasty and the kind of thing you don't tell the girls over a hand of Bridge.� And that's what you really liked about it, huh?"� Oh, Truth could be such a pain in the ass!

Truth was on a roll.� "See, Allie, people are animals.� Oh, a little more evolved and all that, but an animal with basic needs just the same.� People, hon, like to do what feels good and the more it feels good, the more they do it.� And, to top it off, people really don't care who makes them feel good."

It was really all coming together for Allison, as Truth finally went quiet, leaving her to think it out.� Society, such as it is, says women making love to women was wrong.� Still, as Allison learned, it felt good.� The mental picture of herself and Kendra faded to black, to be replaced by the images of her son and daughter.

Some girl to girl stuff being one thing, incest was something entirely different.� The ultimate sin, mankind's greatest taboo - and her children had broken it.� A wave of despair flowed through Allison's soul, leaving cold, ugly tendrils of guilt in its wake.� Where had she and Roger gone wrong?� Sure, they knew such things happened and did everything they could to make sure it never happened in their home.� In her mind, Allison could see Adam and Andrea as they played together, always hugging and touching, showing their love for each other.� The coldness was pushed back a little as the warmth of the memory enveloped her.

Sure, they would fight - what brother and sister didn't?� At the end, they'd always "kiss and make up," renewing their bond - just as they were taught.� The damp, cold feeling intensified as Allison remembered vividly the day she told them they could no longer bathe together.

*�� *�� *

"But, Mom!� We have fun taking a bath together!" Andrea complained, her features contorted in that way only kids can do.

"Yeah, except when she tries to push my head underwater," Adam griped.

"Oh, honey," Allison started, tucking each under an arm.� "I know you have fun.� But, you're both getting bigger now."

"So?" Andrea said.

"So... big boys and girls don't take baths together."

"Why?" asked Adam, clearly not understanding.

"They just don't," Allison said firmly, putting an end to a very difficult conversation and sending the children out to play.� Once outside, brother and sister took a moment to talk about what had just taken place.

"What was Mom talking about?" Adam asked, kicking a loose stone across the yard.

"I dunno," replied Andrea.� "I hate it when she gets all weird like that.� Remember the day she stormed into my room?"

"When we were reading and fell asleep on your bed?"

"Yeah.� She freaked out!"

Adam's face darkened as he remember the savage tongue-lashing his mother had laid on them.� He couldn't remember ever seeing his mother so angry before!� Well, not since the time he painted the cat Day-Glo orange, anyway.

"Andrea?� Do you think that had something to do with what she said?"

"I dunno, Squirt.� Mom has been acting strange lately, just like Daddy."

"What do you mean?"

Andrea sat in the tree swing her father had put up two summers ago.� "Well, remember he use to give me a big hug and kiss every time he came home from work?"

"Yeah," Adam replied.� "You always griped about his moustache tickling you."

"Well, he doesn't do it any more.� As a matter of fact, he hardly even talks to me like he used to."

"I wonder why?" Adam asked, his young mind unable to understand their parents' behavior.

"I wish I knew," was all Andrea could say.

*�� *�� *

"You knew why, didn't you Allie old girl?" Truth was back and whispering seductively in the recesses of her soul.� "You knew but were afraid to tell the truth.� Didn't want them to know about the dirty deed.� Didn't want them experimenting with each other, did you?"

Oh, yes - Allison knew and her mind showed her the error of her ways.� Kendra had been right when she told Allison of the mistake made with the siblings.� In her mind, a glowing, naked (and pregnant) Kendra sat down next to Truth.

"You and your husband taught them to love each other, to share with each other.� Then, before they would naturally take the next step,� you turned around and told them it was wrong for them to do so - even though they had done nothing."� Truth nodded in agreement, smiling.

"So, to keep them from finding out, you kept them apart as much as you could.� And, to make sure neither of you got any ideas, you and Roger began to put distance between yourself and them."� Truth was nodding so vigorously, it's head would have fallen off - if it had one.

"When was the last time you hugged or kissed them?� No, I don't mean one of those motherly pecks on the cheek, either.� Hugged or kissed them as you did when they were babies, when you loved them with all your heart?"� Allison could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she replayed her answer to Kendra's "accusations."

"But, I do love them!" she had protested.� "I'd give my life for them, then and now."

"Yes, you would," Kendra had answered.� "Still, you and Roger prevented them from discovering the depth of their love for each other - and you never told them why."

"I thought we were doing the right thing," was Allison's somewhat lame reply.� "Incest, well, it just isn't done.� That happens in homes where parents just don't care what their children do."

"Does it?"� Kendra had asked.� "I think you know better."

Part VI, Chapter Two

Allison's introspective view was dispelled as her husband stuck his head into the near empty room.

"Allie," Roger said, stepping into the room.� "What are you doing in here?� Didn't you hear me calling you when I came in?"

"No," Allison replied, shaking her head.� "I didn't.� I guess my mind was a million miles away."

"Hmpf - I'd say it was," Roger grumbled, taking a moment to look around the room.� "Hey, what happened to Andy's stuff?"

Allison looked around the room, as if she'd never been in it before answering.� "Oh.� Kendra was here a little while ago to pick it up."� Allison stepped around her befuddled husband into the hallway, who darted out of the door right behind her.

"Pick it up?� For what?� Allison!?"

Allison continued to ignore Roger, descending the stairs and entering the living room, stopping before the large family portrait taken a year ago.

"Woman, will you answer me?� What the hell is going on around here?� Why are Andrea's things gone - and why did Kendra pick them up?"

"Roger," Allison said, sighing.� "She's staying with Kendra and her brother."

"What the hell for?"� Roger Harrison could feel his blood pressure increasing.

"She's decided to leave Dale.� Doesn't make sense to go home to a man you don't love anymore, does it?"� Allison was surprised at how calm she'd become during the last few moments.

"I know that, Allie!" Roger could barely contain his anger.� "What's wrong with her staying with us?"

Allison turned to face her husband.� "Obviously, she didn't want to, Grumpy.� Besides, she needs to be around people her own age, not two old fuddy-duddies like us.� She's a grown woman and can make up her mind about where she lives and who she lives with."

"But you know how I feel about... those people." Roger's voice was low and dangerous, his mood darkening.

Allison's own temper flared.� "Who cares if you like them or not, Roger?� Huh?� I mean, who gives a fuck who you like or don't like?� Can't you get it through your thick skull?� You don't have to like them; as long as Adam and Andrea likes them and they're happy, it's the only thing which matters."

Roger was taken aback at his wife's outburst; as it happened, he also remembered the last time he'd ever seen her this pissed off - the day she found Adam and Andrea cuddled up and asleep in Andrea's bed.� Then there was the deal with the cat...� Macho pride took over as Roger picked his jaw up.

"Yeah?� And how do you know they'll be happy?"

Once again calm - and not knowing where it came from, Allison looked into her husband's eyes.� "Trust me, I know.� I just know.� Call it a mother's instinct.� What do you want for dinner?"� Allison turned and headed for the kitchen.

"Women!" Roger grumbled, plopping down in his favorite chair and making a vow to find out just what was going on in the Williams household.� With God as his witness, Roger Hamilton Harrison will find out!

Part VI, Chapter Three

Unknown to Roger, he wasn't the only father wanting to know what was going on.� Lorne paced the spacious living room of his hillside retreat.� In various states of repose, the entire Williams family, along with Andrea, watched at the elderly doctor and inventor walked a groove in the plush carpeting.� Halfway across the room, he stopped and turned to look at Devon before shaking his head and continuing his pacing.

Devon, for his part, knew his father was doing everything he could not to explode at this latest turn of events.� Still, he sat calmly - or as about as calm as any son could knowing his father was pissed at him - and waited for him to speak his mind.

Beside him, Andrea leaned over and whispered, "He's pissed, isn't he?" Devon nodded, not taking his eyes off of Lorne.

"It's because of me, isn't it?"� Another nod.

Sitting on the sofa, Ellie turned to speak to her mother, nodding at Andrea and Devon.� "They look good together, don't they?"

Etienne took a final glance at her father before turning to her daughter.� "They do at that, Ellie.� How do you feel about it?"

Ellie shrugged.� "How do I feel?� I'm not jealous or anything, if that's what you mean.� Hey, I'm happy for them; Lord knows Andrea needs someone in her life who can make her happy."� Parked on the floor in front of the sofa, Kendra, Adam and Kymber eavesdropped on the conversation taking place above them.

"But, Mom," Adam began, still having a little trouble calling Ellie "mom", especially after having made love to her.� "It's been you and Dad for, what, your entire life?� How can you be happy to see him spending time with my sister?"

"Why not?" quipped Ellie, smiling lustily at her son-in-law.

"Indeed.� I'd like to hear this myself."� Lorne had stopped his pacing, his voice breaking up the discussions, commanding their attention.� Seeing he had them, he continued.

"Devon, I'd like to know why Andrea is here with us."

Stupidly, and caught a little by surprise, Devon answered.� "Because she wants to?"� That drew a frosty look from his father.

"Very funny, Devon - you know what I mean."

"Yes, sir, I do; I'm sorry.� I simply agreed with Kendra when she said Andrea needed our help.� And, might I point out I'm not responsible for her finding out about the family?"� Devon made it a point to look at his daughter who, in turn, was examining the ceiling for some reason or another.

"You're right, son.� Well, Kenny?� Let's hear it."

All eyes were on Kendra as she responded to her grandfather.� "She needed love, I gave it to her.� She wanted to know why Adam and I are so happy with each other, so I told her."

"Not that I believe Andrea would broadcast her knowledge, but why did you feel it necessary to involve her like this?"

"She's family, my sister-in-law.� For that reason alone, I love her, just as I love her brother."� Straightening, Kendra held her head high; not in defiance, but with the confidence bred into her.

"I remember someone telling me a long time ago that it's all about the family, love and happiness.� They also told me it is our place in life to bring happiness to those of us; without it, love cannot grow, cannot be strong.� I wonder who told me this?"

Lorne nodded as Kendra's point scored.� "We've all told you this at one time or another, as you well know.� Still, I'd like to know why."

Kendra looked across the room to where Andrea and Devon sat hanging on her every word.� "Because it was the right thing to do, it was what I was born to do.� I am the result of the love you and Grandmother discovered all those years ago.� You loved me, loved my parents and I am bound by this love to spread it to those whom I love."

"This is so," said Kymber.� "Lorne, darling, you didn't seem to have much of a problem when it was my time to join the family.� I pray you're not saying it was okay for you to do it then and wrong for Kendra to do it now."

Lorne emphatically shook his head.� "No, I'm not saying that at all; I think you all understand this.� It's just a matter of us being, well, safe from those who can't understand the way we are.� Take their parents, for example."

"What about them?" asked Adam.

"They come from a different school of thought, Adam," answered Lorne.� "Were they to discover what their children have gotten themselves into, indeed, what they've done with each other, how do you think they'd feel about them and us?"

"Does it matter?" asked Kendra, all the while knowing it did.

"Of course it does!" exclaimed Lorne.� "Do you have any idea what could happen?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," said Kendra; around the room, heads turned as everyone present suddenly got the impression things were about to get even more interesting.

"Kenny, honey?" asked Ellie.� "What did you do?� Better yet, who did you do it to this time?"

"Oh, my God," breathed Andrea.� "Not my father!� Please, God, not him!"

"Relax, Andrea; your father knows nothing about any of this."

"My mother.� You got to my mother, didn't you?" Adam said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and flat-out astonishment.� "That's what took you so long in getting back to the house!"

"Oh, shit," Andrea exclaimed, realization dawning.

Kendra shrugged, not feeling in the least bit guilty.� "She, too, wanted to know.� After all, it wasn't so long ago she caught me and Andrea together."

Devon turned and looked at Andrea.� "That would explain why your mother didn't have a stroke.� Remember?� You told me she didn't really seem to be upset about it."

"Yeah, it fits, doesn't it," Andrea offered.� "Mom was turned on by what she stumbled onto.� Then, when Kenny went for my things, I'll bet Mom cornered� her and asked for an explanation."

"I think it's safe to say she found Kendra's answer a bit more than she expected," Etienne stated.

Lorne raised his hand, taking back the floor.� "Well, this does make thing rather interesting, doesn't it?� Allison wanted to know and, true to your nature, you showed and told her.� Everything."

"What else was I supposed to do?� Ignore her?� Act as if it never happened?� Look, she's family, just like Adam, just like Kymber, just like Andrea.� We've always lived by the rule that with the family, nothing is held in secret.� We share everything; not only our bodies and our love, but also the truth."

Truth, fresh from his trip through Allison's soul, nodded in agreement with Kendra, taking a seat in the center of the room.

"You understand Allison will be paying us a visit, don't you?" asked Ellie.

"I expect so, Mom."

"You also understand she's going to be asking a lot of questions we'll have to answer?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Then you also understand once she finds out about these two," Ellie said while nodding at Adam and Andrea, "She'll find out about everyone."

"I understand this as well.� However, I'll ask again; if she's family, does it matter?"

"I am going to hope it doesn't," Lorne said solemnly.� "For all of our sakes.� Kendra, despite all your good intentions, you may have jeopardized our existence."

"I understand, Grandfather - but I don't think so."

"I hope to God you're right, child."

Part VI, Chapter Four

"What the hell am I doing here?" Allison asked herself, just seconds after ringing the doorbell.� "I should be at the supermarket, not checking up on my children."� Twenty minutes earlier, Allison was in the car, headed for the store to pick up a few items for dinner.

Instead, she found herself standing in front of the place where her children lived, ringing the doorbell.� She looked around the expansive area, noticing how well-kept the land was and� noting how right Adam was when he said there was plenty of room for everyone.� Turning to her right, Allison could see a larger house nestled into the hillside on the other side of the lake.� Memory kicked in and Allison remembered Kendra mentioning her grandparents' home overlooked the lake.

Breaking the enchantment of� the beauty surrounding her, Allison began to lose her nerve and moved to step away from the door when it opened.� Caught, Allison turned to find Andrea standing in the open doorway.

"Mother?� What are you doing here?"

With bravado she didn't feel, Allison looked into Andrea's eyes.� "What?� Can't I just drop in to visit my own children?� I know I didn't call, but I just happened to be in the area - I was on my way to the market."

Andrea stepped aside to admit her mother, puzzled.� "Oh, don't be silly, Mom.� Of course you can!� We just didn't expect you."� Not this early anyway, Andrea silently added as she took her mother's coat and hung it in a nearby closet.� "Come in, make yourself comfortable."

Allison stepped from the foyer into the tastefully decorated living room, her practiced eye noting how everything was well coordinated in design and color.� Nothing flashy - just fine examples of good, if not a little expensive, taste.

"This is a lovely home, Andy," Allison said, sitting on one end of sectional sofa.� "Must have cost them a pretty penny.

"I suppose it did," Andrea replied taking a seat a couple of sections down.� "I never bothered to ask Devon how much all of this cost."

"His father is a famous doctor and inventor." Allison took in more of the room, especially the large picture window overlooking - what else? - the lake.

"I don't know how much it cost, but I do know Devon paid for this himself, without his parent's help."

Allison blinked.� "He did?� What does he do for a living?"

"Research, like his father.� Some bioengineering stuff," Andrea commented, all the while wondering when her mother was going to get to the real point of her visit.

"Hmm."

"Would you like something to drink, Mom?� Coffee?� Juice?"

"Some juice would be fine, thanks."� Allison watched as her daughter disappeared around a corner with some very confused emotions.� For probably the first real time in her life, Allison was looking at her child as the beautiful woman she'd become.� Allison felt a rush of warmth; if mother and daughter never had anything in common, they did now.� Both had been loved by the same woman.

Allison took a deep breath, hoping to chase away the feelings creeping up her spine, mildly surprised to now find herself thinking of Andrea in sexual terms.� "That's not why you're here," she admonished herself.� Right on time, too, because Andrea was returning with a glass of juice, which Allison accepted gratefully.

As her mother took a sip of the juice, Andrea was beside herself, anxious to learn the reason for her mother's visit.� After Allison had put the glass onto the coaster, Andrea finally spoke up.� "Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?"� Inside, Andrea slapped herself - this wasn't what she had wanted to ask!

"Some other time, Andy.� Listen, there's something we need to talk about.� Is Adam here?"

"I think so; let me check."� Andrea did all she could not to run to the intercom system.� Reaching the unit, she looked at the labels for a moment before pressing one.� She was rewarded with a soft tone.

"Yes?� Is that you Andy?"� Kendra's voice sounded far away coming through the tiny speaker.

"Yep.� Listen, is Adam there?� My mother wants to talk to him."

"Oh, is she on the phone?"

"Not exactly.� She here, in the house."� Andrea could imagine the looks being exchanged on the other end of the intercom, barely containing her amusement.

Adam's voice floated through the wiring.� "Mom?� I'll be there in a few minutes."

Allison had joined her daughter at the intercom.� "Have to get dressed?" she teased, surprising the hell out of Andrea.

"No!� We're not where you are - our place is behind this one and it'll take me a few minutes to walk up the hill.� See you in a few!"� The connection was broken with an audible click.

"Their place?" Allison asked.� "I thought they stayed here."

Andrea didn't answer.� Instead, she guided her mother through the dining room and into kitchen, pointing to a medium-sized structure about a hundred yards or so in the distance.� From there, she could see someone walking up the hill.� "There's where they stay - wedding present from Devon and his parents."

"I'm impressed!" Allison admitted.� The building Adam had emerged from was just the right size for a new or small family.� Like the rest of the things she'd seen, it didn't appear to be overdone or outlandish.

Andrea sat at the kitchen table, unable to contain herself.� Taking a deep breath, she looked up at her mother.� "Mom, what do you want to talk to us about?� Is Dad okay?"

Allison turned to look at Andrea.� "Your father is his usual grouchy self, but he's fine."

"Then, what..."

"All in good time.� Your brother's almost here."

On cue, the patio door slid open; Andrea watched her brother step through and close the door behind him.� He stood for a moment, taking in the scene, trying to keep any worry from showing on his face.

"Hey, Andy, Mom.� Is Dad okay?" Adam asked, going to his mother and placing a kiss on her cheek.

Allison smiled, suddenly feeling warm while embracing her son.� "Like I told your sister, your father's okay.� No, I'm here for another reason."

"And what might that be?" Adam asked, taking a seat opposite his sister at the table.

Allison also sat, positioning herself so she could see both of her children, taking a few extra seconds to compose herself.� Suddenly, with the two of them present, this wasn't going to be as easy as she originally thought.� Finally, she spoke, breaking the silence while easing the tension in the sunlit room.

"Did you get everything you needed?"

Andrea swallowed.� "Most of it.� What things I didn't get I'll pick up in a few days, after Dale leaves for Norfolk."

"I take it you've told him about your, ah, plans?"

"Yes, and, needless to say, he didn't take it very well."

"To say it was ugly was an understatement," added Adam.

Allison sighed.� The moment of truth was fast approaching.� "I see.� Well, you know you can count on me and your father if he gives you any problems."

"Thanks, Mom.� I filed the divorce petition yesterday; Devon's lawyer says he'll have this settled in no time."

Out of patience, Adam changed the course of the conversation.� "Okay, Mom.� Now that we've got the small talk out of the way, you wanna tell us what's really on your mind?"

"You know, don't you?� About what's been going on."� Andrea said, taking the plunge.

"I know what I've been told," Allison said gratefully.� "Is it true?"� Brother and sister looked at each other nervously.

"No point in lying about it," Adam said quietly, reading the acceptance in Andrea's eyes.� "Yes, it's true."

"You fucked your sister," Allison said, more statement than question.� Allison felt a peculiar thrill racing through her.

"Yes, we've made love to each other.� I guess you'll want to know why."

Allison relaxed a little.� "Actually, the 'why' is easy to figure out.� I mean, you're both young and all that."

"I don't understand..." began Andrea, only to be silenced by a gesture from her mother.

"I wanted to know a few things.� One, if what Kendra told me was true about the two of you and, two, if what she told me about this whole family was true.� Then, I wanted to know how you two felt about it."

"It's a hard thing to deal with, Mom," Adam said.� "On the one hand, it feels so wrong because it goes against everything you and Dad ever taught us.� Then again, it makes all the sense in the world.� I just don't have the words to explain it."� Beside him, Andrea nodded in agreement.

Allison nodded as well. �"Kendra did a very good job of explaining it to me."

"I'll bet," said Andrea.

"Meaning what?"� Allison could feel a trickle of perspiration run down her back.

"Let's not play games, Mother," Andrea said, grinning.� "I'll bet anything she explained it to you the same way she explained it to me."

Allison flushed a deep crimson "I have to admit I've never been, well, loved like that before."

"It was really something, wasn't it?" Andrea asked, feeling the bond between them connecting.

"Like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life," admitted Allison, feeling an exciting twinge in her crotch.

"Kenny does have that 'something' about her, doesn't she?" chimed in Adam.

"She does, at that."� At the table, heads turned in surprise at the new voice which had entered the conversation.� Three pairs of astonished eyes took in the sight of Lorne standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Sorry to just walk in on you like this, but I was looking for Devon and Ellie.� Mrs. Harrison, it's good to see you again."� Lorne took a seat at the table, folding his hands.

"You can call me Allison if I can call you Lorne," Allison said smoothly, even though her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Deal.� I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."� Lorne looked expectantly at each of them.

"From what I've been told, you're a bit of a godhead around here."

Lorne smiled.� "I wouldn't go that far."

Allison turned to face Lorne, looking into his deep brown eyes.� "Perhaps, but you are held in very high esteem by those around you."

"I love my family, Allison and they love me."

"No doubt," Allison agreed.� "Still, what you do with your family is your business; including my children in this is something else."

"I'm sure you know they made the choice freely," Lorne responded, unruffled by the accusatory tone of Allison's voice.

"So I've been made to understand.� How do you expect me to deal with this?� Hell, we're not even going to talk about what could happen if Roger found out about any of this."

"As with everything in life, it's a risk we're all willing to take," Lorne said, shrugging his broad shoulders as if the consequences didn't exist.

"You state the obvious, sir.� This... situation has some far reaching implications, as I'm sure you know."

"We live with them every day.� As long as we remain together, as a family, we can survive.� We will survive."

"May I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you have a problem with my children being involved in all of this?"

"Yes and no.� Yes because it is more of a risk to them than to us.� In essence, we've asked them to take everything they ever learned about loving and sexuality and through it all away.� Please keep in mind, this by no means is meant to disrespect you or your husband."

Allison dismissed Lorne's disclaimer with a wave of her hand.� "I understand this.� So, why don't you have a problem with it?"

Lorne stood, holding up a long finger.� "Just a moment, before I answer."� Crossing to the refrigerator, he withdrew a pitcher of the juice Allison had been drinking, placing it on the table before going to the cabinet and taking our some glasses.� After pouring everyone some refreshment, he took his seat, savoring the cool tanginess of the juice.

"Sorry, folks - got a little thirsty.� Okay, why I don't disagree.� Allison, you've sampled our version of being loved; what did you think about it?"

Allison blushed hotly.� "It was intense and soothing all at once.� As the kids used to say, it was a rush."

Lorne nodded.� "Then you know why I don't object; everyone should experience that kind of love.� Not just for the sex, mind you."� Allison's eyes flew open at Lorne's words.�

"That's it!" she exclaimed.� "It just wasn't about getting laid - it was the way I felt with Kendra."� Turning to her children, she added, "It's the way you feel with each other."

"Mom, I never realized how much I love Adam until the night we made love.� Yeah, I'll admit I was horny as hell, but it was more than that."

"Mom, I was inside of Andrea and had never been so close to her," Adam said, swallowing a lump which had magically appeared in his throat.� "It wasn't just because we were making love; it was like we made a long overdue connection with each other."

Allison turned once again to look at the author of all this love and happiness, tears now flowing freely and unashamedly.� "I think I understand now.� I have only one question for all of you."

"What's that, Mom?"� Andrea and Adam asked in unison.

"Where do I sign up?"

"Mom," Adam said quietly.� "I think I speak for everyone here when I ask if you're sure you want to involve yourself in this."

"Why wouldn't I be sure?"� Allison was clearly puzzled.� "I'm old enough to make up my own mind!"

"I don't think that's what Adam is asking, Allison," Lorne said.

"You're right, Lorne.� Mom, do you understand this kind of loving makes you, um, fair game for all of us?� I mean, you could wind up making love with anyone.� Even me."

Allison did, indeed, understand this.� In fact, she was already looking forward to it.� "I know."

"Why, Mom?"� This from Andrea.� "You've got Dad..."

"For the same reasons why you are in this, Andy.� I had a chance to experience love on a level I've never known before.� I've never felt so alive before in my life!� I still love your father, but I want to share the love and happiness you've found with Lorne and his family.� Maybe I want to make up for not letting you two do what would have happened naturally.� I don't know!"� Allison's frustration was beginning to show.

"All I know is I want to be a part of this, if you'll allow me to."� Allison looked to Lorne for... what?� Approval?� Understanding?

"It's not up to me, Allison.� It is up to your children to decide.� Adam, would you tell Devon to call me when he returns?"� Lorne stood, stretching.� To Allison, he said, "Whether you join us or not, I'm glad we had this chance to talk."� With that, he left Allison alone with her children and, he suspected, some major decisions.

"So now what?" Adam asked, watching his wife's grandfather leave.

"Yeah, Mom.� What do we do now?"

What indeed?

Part VI, Chapter Five

Lorne stood before the large bay window that overlooked the lake, his mind troubled.� The fading sunlight glinted off metal for an instance as a car traveled down the tree-lined drive on the far side of the lake.� Nodding to himself, Lorne felt some of the pressure lift from his thoughts as he recognized Allison Harrison's car as it turned into the flow of traffic on the main road.

Once the car was out of sight, Lorne once again turned his eyes to the sprawling land before him.� Even though he'd seen this sight for years, it never failed to fill him with a sense of awe.� Taking a moment, Lorne thought about his humble beginnings and how his work at Carlton was catapulted him to this level of living.� Sure enough, his inventions had made him millions, enabling him to buy Carlton Pharmaceuticals, which continued to do well under his brilliant, innovative guidance.

Then there was his family.� Despite all the fame and riches, nothing could replace the wealth a loving family such as his could provide.� Etienne was a constant fixture in his life, as was Kymber.� Between them they had given birth to a legacy of love beyond anything they could have hoped for - hence the reason for his reflective mood.

Turning away from the window, Lorne crossed the room, instinct guiding him to his favorite place to think.� The plush recliner molded itself to his contours as Lorne continued to ponder this latest event in their lives.

"What do you suppose he's thinking about?"

Etienne cast a glance at Kymber, who stood beside her before looking back at her father.

"I don't know," replied Eti, slowing shaking her head.� "I can't begin to guess.� You have any thoughts?"

Kymber took a moment to swipe a stray lock of red and silver hair from her forehead before shrugging.� "Damned if I know.� I can't remember ever seeing him this pensive before."� Etienne nodded agreement.

"Come on - let's find out what's on his mind."� Eti led the way into the family room, Kymber right behind her.� As they approached, Etienne took a very close look at her father, her only true love, noting how the years were starting to catch up to him.� Thick hair, once coal black, had given way to thinning gray while his neatly trimmed beard and moustache was shot through with more gray than black these day.� Still, she noted, his eyes hadn't lost their fire, even though they now reflected some inner turmoil.

"Whatever the problem is, it can't be as bad as you may think," Eti said quietly.

Startled, Lorne looked up.� "What?� Oh, hi."

"Hi yourself, dearest," said Kymber sitting on one arm of the recliner while Eti perched on the other.� "What's on your mind?"

Lorne looked from wife to daughter before answering.� "I think we've got a big problem."

The announcement was delivered in Lorne's usual calm manner; however, the effect it had on the women was anything but calm.

"Problem?� What problem?" asked Eti, suddenly focused.

"Come on, out with it!" Kymber urged, no less focused than her step-daughter.

Lorne took a deep breath.� "I just came from Devon's.� Guess who I found there?"� Both women exchanged baffled looks.

"Okay, Dad.� We'll play your little game.� Who did you find at Devon's?" Eti asked, clearly in no mood to play word games.

"Allison Harrison."

Kymber's face reflected her confusion, frowning so hard her eyebrows almost came together.� "So?" she asked.� "Her children live there, right?� So why wouldn't she stop by to see them?"

Lorne looked up at his wife, shaking his head.� "You don't understand," he said.

"No kidding?" Eti said sarcastically.� "Why don't you enlighten us?"� Lorne cast a stony glance at his still very lovely daughter.

"What you don't understand," he started, adjusting himself in the chair, "Is what she was talking about with her children when I walked in."� Looking up at Kymber and Etienne, Lorne's voice dropped to a near whisper.� "She knows about us... all of us."

Etienne could feel the jolt of surprise run down her spine; Kymber's emerald green eyes widened.

"Oh, shit," Kymber exclaimed, breaking the moment of silence which had pervaded the room.� "Let me guess - Kendra."� Lorne's exasperated look provided the answer.

"Before we get all bent out of shape, let me ask you something, Dad," Eti said, taming the rush of panic threatening to take over.

"Go ahead."

"I assume she's going to spill the beans, right?"

"Worse than that, I'm afraid," Lorne replied.

"I don't get it," Kymber confessed.� "If she's not going to go to the authorities, then how..."� Kymber's voice trailed off.

"Dad, you don't mean...?"

"Allison wants to be a part of this," Lorne said, ending the verbal stalemate.

Etienne rolled her eyes, letting out an explosive puff of breath.� "You know," she started, getting up from the chair's arm and going over to the sofa.� "If Kenny was still a little girl, I'd say she deserves a spanking."

Kymber still didn't get it - and said so.� "So she wants to be loved like the rest of us.� What's the big deal?"� Before Lorne could answer, Eti provided the answer.

"Roger Harrison.� Sooner or later, the man is going to get very suspicious when his wife starts spending more time over here and will want to know why."

If Kymber didn't understand the implications before, she did now.� "Oh, fuck..."

"Exactly," Lorne said, relieved they were all on the same page.� "He may be a good man and all that, but if he ever finds out what's going on around here, things are going to get interesting."

"Has anyone ever told you that you've got a great knack for understatement?"� Kymber smiled wryly.� "'Interesting' is hardly the word I'd use."

*�� *�� *

Half a county away, Roger Harrison was pacing between the living room and kitchen, wondering what was keeping Allison so long.� Frustration dogged his every step.

"Send the woman to the store after a few things and she takes forever," he grumbled to himself, once more going to the front door and peering outside for any signs of Allison's car.

"Damn it!" Roger slammed the door in frustration, his pulse pounding in his temples.� "Where the fuck is she?"� Any further outbreaks were suspended as Roger heard the sound of a car approaching.� Racing back to the door, he flung it open just as Allison pulled into the driveway.� Seething with anger, Roger waited until the garage door began to open before slamming the front door closed, stomping off to the garage.� Allison was already out of the car, getting bags out of the trunk by the time he arrived.

"It's about time you got back!"� Roger's angry voice exploded in the enclosed space, startling Allison into dropping a bag, breaking something.

"Jesus, Roger!" Allison exclaimed.� "Look at what you made me do!"

"To hell with that!� Where have you been?� I though you were just going to the market!"

"As you can see," Allison said dryly, carefully picking up the dropped bag, "I did go to the store."

"For two hours?"� Roger was incredulous.� "It couldn't have been that crowded!"

"It wasn't," Allison said, pushing her way past her husband.� God, she hated him when he got like this!

Roger followed his wife into the kitchen, determined to get to the bottom of this.� "If the place wasn't crowded, what took you so fucking long?"

Allison had enough of the verbal abuse.� Slamming the bags down onto the counter, she turned on Roger so fast he took a step backwards.� "If you have to know," she started, her own anger flaring, "I went to see Adam and Andrea.� Satisfied?"

Roger blinked at the rebuke.� "You went over there?" he asked, spitting out the words as if they had a bad taste.� "What the hell for?� You know I don't like that Devon and his family!"

"I don't give a fuck what you like, Roger.� I wanted to see my children, so I went to see them.� You don't like it?� Too fucking bad.� Get out of my way."

"You're not going anywhere, woman.� Not until you tell me why you felt it necessary to go over there."

"Weren't you listening?� No, I can see you weren't - as usual."� Allison moved to her right, almost making it past Roger before he grabbed her arm.

"Look," he said.� "I'm sorry, Allie.� I didn't mean to bite your head off, but I don't like not knowing where you are.� And I really don't like you going over there - those people are up to something and they've involved our children."

Allison's mood softened at the attempted apology; still, the battle had been joined.� "Our children are there because they want to be - and they are quite happy.� Besides," Allison said, wriggling out of his grasp.� "What do you care?"

"They're my children, too," Roger said lamely.� "I have the right to be worried about them."

"Then perhaps you should go over there and see them," Allison said.� "Or pick up the phone and invite them over.� Or write them a letter."

"Never!" Roger's response made him sound like a spoiled brat.

"And, while I'm at it, if you didn't like Kendra's family, why didn't you object to Kendra and Adam getting married?� You had the opportunity to voice your opinion - and you didn't."

Roger answered his wife with silence as she walked away, disappearing into the garage.� As she returned with the last of the groceries, Roger was still standing in the same place, with the same dumb look on his face.� In that moment, Allison realized she didn't know who he was any longer.

"The kids have invited me to spend the weekend with them."

"What?"

"You heard me, Roger."

"Well, it's a good thing you told them no."

Allison's head snapped around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.� "What makes you think I told them no?"

"You did, didn't you?"

"I most certainly did not.� I'm going."

"Like hell you are!"

It was Allison's turn to take several steps backwards as Roger approached, his glare savage and menacing.� For a moment, Allison thought Roger would actually hit her, something he never did.� Still, she held her ground.

"Like hell I am," came her defiant reply.� Roger stuck a shaking index finger between them, making Allison blink.

"You go over there, don't think about coming back here!� If you are going to have dealings with that family, I don't want anything to do with you!� Ever!"

Allison shuddered - but not because of Roger's threat.� A cool, blanket of calm descended upon Allison, deflecting the heat of her husband's anger.� "What do you have against these people, Roger?� They've done nothing to you."

Roger was, as they used to say back in the day, "feeling his Cheerios" as he began pacing the room frantically.� "What to I have against them?� They think they're all high and mighty!� They look down on us, throwing their wealth into our faces like we're garbage!"

"Where in the name of God did you get an idea like that?"� Allison couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Would they let me pay for the wedding?� No!� They as much said I couldn't afford it!"

"They said no such thing, honey," Allison said in her best soothing voice.� "Besides, it's tradition for the bride's family to pay for the wedding."

"Fuck tradition!" Roger spat, his eyes wild and out of focus.� "They just wanted to make us look like fools!"

Tired of trying to reason with him, Allison left Roger standing in the middle of the room, cursing and raving like a lunatic.� Going upstairs to the bedroom they'd shared for so many years, Allison began to pack.� Even with the distance between them, she could still hear him carrying on.� Crossing to her dressing table, Allison caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror as she selected the items needed for the weekend.� And came to a decision.

"Why just make it for the weekend?" Reason asked her.� "You heard what he said - you go, you stay.� Why come back?"

"Right or wrong, he's still my husband," she said to herself.� "My place is with him, for better or worse."� A loud crash came from the downstairs area, followed by the sound of something breaking.

"Then again," Allison muttered, "It might be safer if I give him some time to cool off."

"Good answer," agreed Reason.

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A half hour later, Allison was all packed and ready to go, her bags resting at her feet, ready for loading in the back of her car. Roger's rage continued; the dining room and most of the living room was in shambles.� Looking at the carnage, Allison found her troubled man sitting at what was left of the wet bar, a glass of something in his trembling hands.

"You decided to go didn't you, bitch?"

"Yes.� You need some time to get your head screwed on right."� She looked around the wrecked memories of her life with Roger.� "And, I don't think it's safe for me to stay here."

"Whatever."� Roger belted back his drink, feeling the alcohol burn his throat raw.� "You just remember what I said - don't come back."� Roger looked up sharply at his wife, hurling the crystal tumbler in her direction.

"Go ahead, bitch!� Go running off to those rich, snotty bastards!� I don't need you!� Get the fuck out!"

Allison barely dodged the glass, which missed her head by mere inches, shattering against the wall behind her and showering her with a spray of lead crystal.� Tears sprung to her eyes, unable to figure out what had gone wrong with Roger's mind.

Opening her mouth to say goodbye, Allison thought better of it - Roger's aim might improve.� Without a glance back, Allison loaded her bags quickly and started the car.� As she waited for the garage door to open, she could hear Roger screaming at the top of his lungs, rending her heart into little pieces.� For a moment, she sat there, some instinct telling her to go to him, to calm his anguish.

And decided discretion was the better part of valor.� Shifting the car into reverse, Allison backed out of the garage, taking a look at her home - and somehow knowing she would never return.� A spattering of rain began to fall, blurring the windshield.

"You can still go back and make things right," something inside of Allison said.� "Despite what he's said, you still love him."� Allison sat in the middle of the street, hesitating for only a moment.� The only sounds around her were those of the car's engine and the flip-flop of the wiper blades before another sound crashed into the relative silence.

A loud sound...

Part VI, Chapter Six

"And we commend the soul of our departed brother, Roger Allan Harrison, into your care.� Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."� The minister's voice droned until, finally, the service came to an end.� Kendra watched, her hazel eyes overflowing with tears, as one by one, family members laid flowers across the top of the coffin.

Adam stood beside her, his face expressionless as he placed the red and white-laced carnation on the wooden lid.� Kendra knew the anguish her husband was feeling on the inside.� To Adam's far right stood Andrea, her face showing the emotions Adam chose to conceal.� Andrea supported her mother, who seemed as emotionless as Adam as the rest of the family passed by, paying their last respects and placing a single white carnation on the casket.

Allison was barely aware of the people speaking to her, voicing their condolences and sorrow over such a terrible event in her life.� In the deepest reaches of her mind, Allison struggled to determine why Roger had chosen to end his life.� Surely things hadn't been so bad to warrant such an action.

She sighed, wishing Roger had lived long enough to answer the question.� As the rain continued to fall from gray, overcast skies, Allison's thoughts flashed back to those last moments.

*�� *�� *

The gunshot echoed through the development as Allison threw the car back into park, fumbling with the door handle.� The damned thing refused to cooperate as Allison's panic took hold.� With mounting frustration, she pounded the steering wheel before taking a moment to collect herself.� That done, she managed to escape from the vehicle's confines, running toward the still-open garage.� On the fringe of her vision, she could see her neighbors approaching, roused by the disturbance.

Allison crashed through the entrance to the house, instinct guiding her to Roger's last known location.� She glanced into the dining room briefly before heading toward the living room.� She nearly fell over in her haste to stop, the gruesome scene unfolding before her, a scream escaping her.

"NOOOOOOO!� ROGGGERRRR!"

Roger sat at the foot of the bar, his chest covered in an endless river of blood. Upon hearing Allison's voice, he looked up, his face graying with the shock from the bullet wound or the loss of so much blood - Allison didn't know which and, frankly, didn't give a damn.

"You... you came, um, back," Roger managed to say between gasps of air.� He winced as another bolt of pain ripped through him.� Despite himself, Roger tried to sit up as Allison rushed to his side.

"Oh, baby!� Why?� Why did you do this?"� Allison wailed.� Behind her, she could hear someone yelling about calling the police and an ambulance, even though she could hear sirens in the distance.

Roger's breathing became raspy and he coughed, sending more waves of pain through his shattered chest, blood foaming from his parted lips.� His eyes closed and Allison shook him.

"Oh, God, oh Jesus!� WHY?"� Allison knew her husband was quickly fading, his skin cold and clammy.� "Answer me, damn you!� ANSWER ME!"

Instead, Roger looked at Allison, trying to focus eyes which refused to cooperate with him.� Another cough wracked him; years of manners caused him to cover his mouth with one blood-covered hand.� Returning his gaze upon his wife, Roger smiled.� "Hi," he said weakly.

Tears cascaded along Allison's face.� "Hi.� Baby, why did you do this?"� Her whole body shook with the effort to control the panic which has taken roost in her heart and soul.

"For... you.� Couldn't stand living without you."

"Me?� Oh, dear God...� Roger?� ROGER!"

Roger's head snapped up, his eyes blinking.� "Huh?"

"Baby, I would have been back after you calmed down - you didn't have to do this!"

"Maybe.� Allie?"

"What?"

"What's that over there?" Roger pointed over Allison's right shoulder.� Instinctively, she turned to look, realizing too late Roger had pulled the oldest trick in the book on her.� As her head snapped back around, she saw the silver-plated .32 caliber pistol in Roger's hand.

"Be happy, Allison," Roger whispered, placing the little handgun to his head and pulling the trigger, spraying Allison with a ghastly shower of blood, bone and brains.

"ROOOOOOGGGGGGGERRRR!!!!"� Allison screamed forever, not feeling the hands of the police trying to pull her away.� Nor did she hear the questions of the paramedic, who was asking her if she was hurt.� The last thing Allison remembered was the other paramedic covering her Roger's lifeless body with a blanket, shaking his head, as the inevitable darkness grabbed Allison and pulled her into its embrace.

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"Allison?"

Allison blinked away the haze of remembering, looking into Lorne Williams' face.� It took her a few seconds to compose herself.� "Oh, I'm sorry Lorne.� My mind's a million miles away.� Did you say something?"

Lorne gave Allison a nod of understanding.� "I was asking if there's anything else we can do for you."

Allison took Lorne's strong hand in hers.� "I don't know right now.� Lord, so much has happened over the last few days, I just can't think straight."

"I understand," Lorne said.� "Listen, why don't you come back to the house with us?"� He didn't need to add the fact there was nothing at home for her.

"I couldn't..." Allison protested weakly.� "I've got to finish cleaning up..."� Tears welled into her eyes, spilling onto her cheek.

"Mom, come home with us," Andrea said.� "We can get someone to clean up for you.� Please?"

"Yeah, Mom," Adam added.� "There's no point in going back there."

Allison shook off the hands unnecessarily supporting her, taking a much needed deep breath.� "Okay, okay.� I'll come with you.� But only for a little while."

"That's fine, Allison," Kymber said, taking the other woman's hand.� "Come on, let's get out of the rain."� Kymber and Eti led Allison to the waiting limo, with Andrea and Kendra right behind them.

The rain continued to fall as one of the cemetery's caretakers moved in and flipped a lever.� Lorne, Devon, and Adam watched quietly as Roger Harrison's coffin was slowly lowered into the open grave, each man lost in private thoughts.� Finally, the coffin disappeared and the caretakers removed the green tarpaulin from the mound of dirt as the lid to the vault was lowered, sealing the casket for eternity.

"You okay, Adam?" asked Devon, shuddering as the lid clunked home.

"Yeah, I suppose," Adam answered hollowly.� "Devon?"

"Yes, son?"

"Why do you think he did it?" Adam asked, turning to follow a departing Lorne.

Devon dropped into step beside his son-in-law, wishing he could say something which would ease the younger man's sorrow.� "I don't know, Adam.� All I know is what your mother told us."

Adam nodded absently.� "They were arguing about Mom coming over to see us.� She said it was hard to believe he'd get so upset over it."� Adam looked up into the steady rain, the water stinging his face.

"Parents argue," Devon said.� "That isn't what bothers me, though."

"I know," agreed Adam.� "It's what my father had to say about you - about us.� Mom said Dad wasn't very fond of the family."

"I can't imagine why," Devon allowed, shaking the excess water from him before getting into the car.� "We've never done or said anything to anger him."� Lorne signaled the driver, who put the limo in gear and rolled off.

"Well, now that I remember it, he wasn't really all that thrilled when I told him I was going to marry Kenny."

"No, he wasn't, was he?" Lorne, like everyone else in the family, was trying hard to learn why Roger Harrison killed himself.

"Yeah, but I didn't find anything wrong with that," said Devon.� "Adam said he was very overprotective."

"Mom said he was upset over the fact that you wouldn't let him pay for the wedding - stuff like that."

"It wasn't like it was a lot of money," Lorne commented.� "Besides, the bride's family..."

"Is supposed to pay for the wedding," Adam finished.� "I know that.� So do you."� Adam looked out the window at the driving rain as it splattered against the car.

"So did my father.� The only thing I can figure he was envious of the wealth you represented."

"Huh?" Devon said, not understanding at all.� "What does money have to do with it?"

Lorne, on the other hand, understood.� "Dev, you have to remember something.� Roger Harrison worked all of his life providing for his family."

"Yeah?� So?"

Lorne shook his head.� "Son, the man worked hard for everything.� Double shifts, weekends.� Always on the road."� Lorne paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Imagine how he must have felt.� His only son meets a girl and falls in love with her.� Finds out her parents and grandparents are not only famous, but loaded to boot."

"My father always saw himself as king of his castle," Adam supplied.

"That's right," agreed Lorne.� "Then we unwittingly come along, showing him his castle looked like an outhouse compared to the splendor we live in."

"Are you telling me it wasn't us he hated?� It was what we represented?"� Devon couldn't believe it.

Lorne and Adam both nodded.� "In his eyes, we were doing things for his family he could never do.� Doesn't mean his heart wasn't in the right place, mind you; he wanted to do these things but, you can imagine how tough it is when your heart and your finances don't agree."

It was Adam's turn to look a little mystified.� "But, my father knew I wasn't marrying Kenny for her money.� Or whatever."

"Of course he knew it," Lorne said.� "Didn't mean he agreed with it.� His mind was made up, Adam."

"Then, to make matters worse, you show up at his house, pregnant wife in hand and still living on the grounds with us.� For a self made man like your father, it was unheard of."

Adam was beginning to see the big picture.� "That would explain why he was always harping about me getting my own place for me and Kenny instead of staying where we were."

"Right.� Now, to add more fuel to the fire.� You and Kenny leave and take his only daughter with you.� Then he finds out later she's not coming back and, for added measure, she's going to divorce her husband and stay with us."

Adam jumped up, hitting his head on the roof of the car, causing the driver to glance in his rear-view mirror.

"Ow!� Damn it!" Adam said, rubbing the top of his head.� As the moment of pain passed, Adam continued his thought.� "My father hated Dale.� He knew how badly he was treating Andrea, practically turning her into a slave."

"That may be true.� But, look at the differences here," Lorne said as the limo made a left turn onto the drive leading to Devon's house.� "Dale was a lot like him."

"What are you saying?" Adam asked, his voice low.� Lorne waved him off.

"You didn't let me finish, Adam.� I was going to say that Dale, like your father, worked hard for everything.� House, cars, furnishings and the like.� Roger may have thought Dale was a snake in the grass, but at least he was doing things on his own."

"Like I wasn't?"

"Ah!" exclaimed Devon.� "You know you were and we knew it.� Your father just didn't want to listen."

The limo stopped in front of the house and the men climbed out, dashing across the short distance to the door.� Once inside, each shed their wet overcoats; Devon led them to the dining room, offering to fix drinks.� That done, they returned to their conversation.

"Imagine, if you will," Lorne said after sipping his drink, "How much he must have resented us.� To him, we'd stolen his children."

"Then, it looked like we were stealing his wife when she announced spending the weekend with us." Devon added.

"But, that wasn't the case." exclaimed Adam.� "Mom was just coming over to spend some time with us.� Why couldn't he see that?"

"We'll never know, Adam." Lorne said.

Part VI, Chapter Seven

In Adam's living room, a couple of hundred yards away from the main house, Kendra and Andrea were making Allison comfortable.� Well, as comfortable as she'd let them.� During the silent ride from the cemetery, Allison had come to the same conclusion the men had come to.� The revelation rocked her to the foundation of her soul.

"So stubborn," she muttered, causing the other women in the room to look at her.

"Who?" asked Ellie as she passed Allison a cup of coffee, generously laced with a dollop of brandy.

Allison took the proffered cup, smiling for the first time in a long time.� "Roger.� The man just refused to see the truth of things.� No wonder it haunted him all this time."

The women of the Williams family, along with Andrea, looked at each other, not understanding what Allison was talking about.

"Mom?� Are you okay?"� Andrea didn't even try to hide the concern in her voice.

"Of course I am, darling."� Allison sipped at her coffee, feeling the brandy's warmth coursing through her.� "But," she added, "I've got more decisions to make."

"Like?" asked Ellie, sitting next to Allison.

"Like, do I want to go back to that house.� It'll be so empty and lonely with Roger gone."� Allison stifled a sob which threatened to escape.

Kendra went to her mother-in-law, taking the older woman's hands in her.� "This might be the wrong time to suggest this, but..."

"But what, honey?"

Kenny looked around at the other women in the room before answering, her eyes meeting and locking onto theirs for a moment.� "You can always stay with us."

"Kendra!" Etienne said reproachfully.� "What are you saying, child?"

"Nothing, Grandmother.� Except she's welcome to stay with us, that's all.� Why should she go back to her house?� It's only going to bring back a lot of bad memories."

"She's got a point there, Mom," said Ellie, taking her daughter's side.

"Kendra," Kymber said quietly.� "Now's not the time for Allison to make such a decision."� Eti nodded vigorously in agreement.

Undaunted, Kendra locked her odd-colored eyes with Allison's, letting love and warmth flow from her soul, hoping the other woman could feel it.� "No better time than the present.� What about it, Mom?� Will you stay?"

"I've already imposed upon you enough, dear heart.� I've been here all week and it's time for me to put things back in order."

"Yeah," Andrea scowled.� "The house is a mess, everything broken to pieces."� She laughed.� "Oh, and not to mention the chalk on the floor and Dad's brains and blood everywhere.� Yeah, I'd want to go back into that shit."

"Andrea!" Kymber admonished, feeling a sudden urge to slap the younger woman silly for being so disrespectful.

"No, Kymber.� Let her finish," said Allison, carefully setting the coffee cup on the table.� "Let her get it out of her system."

Pent up grief flowed from every pore of Andrea's being.� "What have you got left?� Huh?� Me and Adam, that's what!� You need to listen to Kenny and take her advice, Mom - stay with us.� Put all this dumb shit behind you and get on with your fucking life!"

"Andrea, your father loved me very much..."

"Did he?� If he loved you so much, why did blow his fucking brains all over the place?� Why?� This is bullshit!"� Andrea was red-faced with exertion, practically walking around in circles, waving her hands in the air.

"Mom, I don't mean to sound disrespectful or diss everything you and Daddy built together.� But, damn, he started acting strange ever since Adam brought Kendra home.� He just couldn't let things flow, could he?� No, he had to go stirring up a bunch of shit.� And for what?� Not one mother fucking thing."

"I know, Andy.� Please baby, sit down before you pass out or something.� All this yelling isn't going to make you feel any better about this."

"I agree with your mother," Eti said, clearly disturbed over Andrea's emotional outburst.� "Sit down and take a few deep breaths."

Wearily, Andrea plopped down into a nearby chair, her eyes still wild-looking but becoming clearer by the second.� "I'm okay - I think.� Mom, I'm so sorry..."� Andrea covered her face, weeping openly.

Allison went to her daughter, taking the sobbing woman into her arms.� "I know, baby.� I really do know.� There, there.� It's going to be okay."� As she comforted Andrea, she turned to Kendra, capturing Ellie, Kymber and Etienne in her gaze.

"I'll stay, if it's all the same to you.� My children need me, now more than ever."

"No problem, Allison," said Ellie, joining the older woman at Andrea's side.� She offered a hand, which Allison took.� Turning, she looked towards the rest of the women, offering her free hand.

One by one, they joined hands, all now sobbing openly, purging the grief from their souls.

Part VI, Chapter Eight

Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.� One moment, fullness, the next, emptiness.� Allison Harrison experienced all these sensations as the hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.� She held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.� Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

Allison sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb.� The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable sensation through her to be added to those already present.� The older woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts.� Allison lifted her legs higher, to give the man greater access to her sweltering sex.� "Oh, yeah," she thought.� "He's gonna blow...!" Her senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly.

More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar tingling.� A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase twofold.� Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his thick tool grew larger inside her.� Her own sex was already contracting sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth hardness inside her.� A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her, causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat.� Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.� Then she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her.� Allison floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.� The frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if electrocuted.

Allison could hear a low keening - his? - as she clamped down on the man's shaft with her overheated sex repeatedly.� Another contraction, a splash of juices to mix with his as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling.� The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

"A'int that 'bout a bitch?" Allison asked as Adam rolled to one side, panting heavily.� Allison looked at her son with a brand new appreciation, feeling his seed trickling along the crack of her ass, warm and sticky.� Even though she felt strangely empty now, the feeling was overwritten by the near overwhelming warmth left behind by their love.

It was the climax of the most unforgettable night in Allison's life.� Beside her, Devon continued to pound his way into Kendra, oblivious to those around them.

"What's a bitch, Mom?" Adam asked, propping himself up on one elbow, toying with Allison's nipple.

Allison squirmed deliciously under Adam's touch, delighting in the warm feelings he produced.� "Look at me, in here fucking like a young girl again.� And fucking my own son!"

"Mom, you were wonderful," Adam said truthfully.

"You think so?"� Allison had been worried about not pleasing Adam.

"Shit, I know so!� You might be, ah, older, but you haven't lost anything!"

"Oh, you're just saying that to make an old woman feel good," Allison said, feeling her face flush.

"Perhaps you need a second opinion," asked Devon, moving between Allison's parted legs, his cock waving before him.� Before Allison could utter a protest, Devon slid into Allison's warmth easily, filling her completely.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as Devon settled into a steady rhythm.� Allison reached down and pulled Devon further into her, feeling the younger man's buttocks flex powerfully with each thrust.

Devon smiled at Adam.� "You're right, son - this is some good pussy!"� Adam laughed, looking around the room for the others.

He found Andrea and Kymber locked in a vicious 69, each woman going at the other like it was their last meal.� Not far from them, Ellie was riding Lorne's maleness, cursing like a sailor while Etienne rode Lorne's mouth into orgasm after orgasm.� Adam rolled off the bed, hurriedly rounding it in order to get to his wife, who had suddenly found herself unfilled.� Adam fell into Kendra's welcoming embrace, his cock finding her center.

Kendra sighed as her husband filled her with his very familiar thickness, their bodies meshing together as they had over the years.� "Oh, yeah, baby!� Fill my cunt with honey!� Fuck me, Adam!"

Adam replied by withdrawing a little, the crown of his erection nestled just inside Kenny's quivery folds, before plunging into her, causing her to grunt with the impact.

"Ugh!� Shit, yeah!� That's it, baby.� Ride my ass!� Tear it up, Adam!� Ooooh!� You son-of-a-bitch!� Yeah, yeah!� Feels so damned good!"

Adam smiled - Kenny was off and running again.� He looked up into another pair of eyes that had been quietly watching the whole thing.� His smile grew wider.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?"� Adam asked the watcher.

"Fine, Daddy.� You're not hurting Mommy, are you?"

Adam and Kendra both looked at their nine-year old daughter, Samantha.� "No, baby," Kendra answered, feeling Adam deep inside her.� "Daddy's not hurting me.� In fact, he's making me feel good."

Samantha looked around at the sexual carnage taking place around her, her eyes wide.� "Oh.� Then Grandpa is making great-grandma feel good, too?"� She nodded at Devon and Allison.

"He sure is, Sam," Adam said, the first spurt of his seed surging into his beloved Kendra.

The youngster pouted.� "How come nobody's making me feel good?"� She looked at her father as he plopped out of Kendra's wet - and sloppy - embrace.� He gathered Sam into his arms.

"All in good time, baby," Kendra said.� "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Yeah," Samantha said, continuing to pout.� "I like it when you make me feel good down there.� But..."

"But, what, Sam?"

"How come Daddy won't put his thing in me?" the youngster asked, pointing at Adam's shrinking manhood.� It was all Adam could do not to laugh.

"Because you're not quite ready for Daddy yet."

"Am too!"

Kendra laughed, remembering the time she had the same argument with her own mother over the very same thing.� "You think so?"

Samantha looked at her mother with a challenging look.� "Uh huh.� If you can do it, so can I."

"Well," Adam said.� "Daddy's not quite ready to put, ah, my thing in you right now."

"I know - it takes a little while for it to rest, right?"

"Right you are!"� Adam said, watching Samantha beam at getting the right answer.

While Adam was engrossed with his conversation with Samantha, Kendra slid off the bed, going over to where the other participants sat, taking a seat on the floor next to her mother.

Ellie turned and stroked Kendra's hair.� "Does she remind you of anyone?"

Kendra smiled at her mother, hearing the others with her chuckle.� "Yeah, well, you made me wait until I was 13 before I got a piece of Daddy."

"Time's change, Kenny," Lorne said.� To Eti and Kymber, he said, "Kids grow up so fast, don't they?"

Allison also laughed, toying with Andrea's nipple.� "You're telling me," she agreed.� "One day they're so cute and precious, the next they're screwing your brains out."

Andrea looked over at Devon, absently fingering the set of rings on her finger.� She and Devon had been married only a couple of years, but what a couple of years it had been.

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"Well?� Will you?"� Andrea waited patiently for her question to be answered, coming down off the orgasmic high she'd just experienced.

"Will I what?" asked Ellie.

"Will you be upset if I ask Devon to marry me?"

Ellie was exasperated.� "Andy, how many times do I have to tell you?� No, I won't be upset!� There!� Are you happy?"

"I just don't want you to be upset, that's all.� I know how you feel about him."

Ellie reach out, touching Andrea's breast, watching her nipple grow erect and inviting.� Bending her head, Ellie's tongue flashing out wetly, teasing the now-firm nipple, causing Andrea to shiver.

"Oh, no!� Not again - I can't take any more!" Andrea protested as Ellie melted into her arms.� Their lips met and Andrea could feel Ellie's tongue roaming around in her mouth, feeling her passion returning.� Her back arched to meet Ellie's thrusts, their pubic mounds grinding together deliciously.� Andrea winced slightly as Ellie latched onto the tender flesh of her neck, feeling the welt beginning to rise.

"Hmm, you taste so good," Ellie whispered, basking in the warmth their bodies created.� She let her tongue trail wetly over Andrea's throat, savoring the taste.

"Oh, Ellie," moaned Andrea, feeling the other woman's fingers probing her outer labia.� "I can't do this again..."

"Of course you can - and I'll tell you why," Ellie cooed, finding Andrea's clitoris and manipulating it into hardness with her fingers.

"Why?" Andrea gasped, her whole body melting under Ellie's expert touch.

"Because I love doing this to you, for one.� Two, I'm horny.� Three..." she said, slipping a finger into Andrea's wetness.� "It's the only way I'll let you marry my brother."� Another gasp escaped from Andrea as Ellie's fingers worked their magic on her, sweeping her into Passion's wake.

"I love Devon, Andrea," Ellie said, rubbing her thumb across Andrea's exposed clit.� "I'd do anything to see him happy, even if it means marrying you."

Andrea's squirming increased under Ellie's touch, the beginning of yet another orgasm making its presence felt along her nerves.� Andrea's back continued to arch, lifting her ass off the bed.� "Ooooh, please, don't stop."

Ellie's tongue began a slick journey down Andrea's body, sucking each nipple into tense erection before leaving a wake of wetness along Andrea's ample cleavage. Ellie's tongue beat a rapid tattoo in and around Andrea's navel, raising the heat, increasing their mutual desire.

"No..." Andrea pleaded.

"Too late, my dear Andy," Ellie husked, her breath hot against Andrea's flesh.� "I'm going to eat you alive!� Call it an early wedding present..."

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Adam was losing himself in Samantha's young, fresh taste, feeling the young girl wriggling her bottom onto his face as she experienced her version of an intense orgasm.� Continuing to giggle, Samantha turned to face her father.

"I'm ready now," she announced to everyone, the giggles continuing to flow from her.� Around the room, the assembled adults found Samantha's delight contagious as smiles spread on their collective faces.

"Okay, Sam," Adam said, starting to get up.� Samantha place a small hand on his chest.

"No, I wanna get on it, just like Grandma Eti did," Sam announced, looking toward Etienne, who nodded approval.

"As you wish, Princess," Adam conceded, lying back and awaiting.

Samantha positioned her tiny orifice just above her father's cock, her face a study in concentration.� Beside her, Kendra spoke quietly.� "Remember honey, try to take it easy.� This is going to hurt, but it'll go away."

Sam nodded, squeezing her eyes shut just before plunging herself onto her father's sword.� Her eyes grew wide as the spongy head lodged itself into her slit - and stopped!

"Awww," complained Samantha.� "It won't go in!"� Hearing her daughter's plight, Kendra's eyes searched the room until she found what she was looking for.

"Don't move, Sam; I'll be right back."� Kenny jumped off the bed, retrieved something off the dressing table, and returned to the bed.� A few seconds later, Adam could feel the cool slickness of a lubricant being applied to his maleness, hearing Samantha's startled gasp as the same lube was introduced to her.

"Now try it, Sam," Kendra said.� "But, be careful honey - this stuff is pretty slippery."

Sam acknowledged her mother's warning with a nod.� Once again, her face took on an almost adult-like seriousness as she positioned herself over her father.� "One, two, THREE!"� Samantha plunged herself downward as hard as she could.

Samantha's gasp was lost in the gasps of the adults as Adam's shaft vanished inside of the youngster as far as her young body could take it.

"OH, MY!" Samantha cried out, feeling her hymen tear and Adam's cock filling her.� Sam's body trembled at the unexpected invasion, causing everyone to move toward her, concern written on their faces.� Frantically, Sam waved her hand.

"No, don't!� I'm okay!� Mom?

"Yes, honey?" Kendra answered, concern lacing her voice.

"You were right - that stuff is slippery!� And, you know what?"

"What, darling?" Kendra relaxed upon hearing Samantha's happiness.

"Daddy does feel good inside me, just like you said!"

"I'm glad, Sam."� Turning to Adam, Kendra kissed him.� "Congratulations, darling!� You've made Sam a woman.� Now, finish the job, lover - fill her with love!"

"My pleasure," Adam said.� Holding Sam's slender hips in place, he began fucking into Samantha slowly and carefully, allowing his little girl to enjoy the loving at an easy pace.

The excitement of the moment, combined with his previous exertions and Samantha's very tight canal, was too much for Adam as he exploded inside of his daughter.

"Hey!� I can feel it!" Sam said happily, leaning forward as far as she could to hug her father.� "I can feel your stuff in me!"

Allison watched the whole moment in awe.� Turning to Lorne, she asked, "Is this some kind of ceremony?� Like a rite of passage?"

Lorne looked at Allison, smiling.� "Sort of.� What do you think?"

Allison's face softened.� "Even after making love with my children for the first time, I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful."� She tilted her head up, her lips meeting with Lorne's.� "And, I have you to thank."

"Me?� What did I do?"

"You let Etienne have her way with you.� Just think; had she not been so bold back then, none of this would have taken place."

"I suppose you're right," Lorne said, watching Samantha gingerly remove herself from Adam's spent cock before collapsing into his waiting arms.

"I love you, Daddy!" Samantha said, snuggled against her father's chest.

"I love you, too, Sam," Adam said, as the rest of the family crowded onto the bed, surrounding the newest of the breed with their love.

Finis?

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