Storiesonline.net ------- The Wolf Summers by ElSol Copyright© 2003 by ElSol ------- Description: A wolf in human clothing ascends to be the leadership of his pack. The story of David's summers from the age of 12 to 19. Codes: MF mf Mf mF 1st teen sch cons reluc coer inc mother son fath dau cous aunt neph het Mdom BD group oral anal mastrb pett ------- ------- Author's Note: The Wolf Summers was 'published' on storiesonline.net in 2003. I did complete it and post it in other locations, i.e. a.s.s.m. newsgroup. In the first writing though, I concentrated on learning how to finish a long story, maintaining sexual passion, and trying to discover my weaknesses as a writer. I recently decided to re-tool the story to a more reader-friendly style (translation: I couldn't read my own crap!). This means there are presently two versions of TWS in circulation; the old version (on my website, a.s.s.m, and whatever other sites post it without permission) and the 'new' version. Storiesonline.net has the official versions and updates of my stories. If you began reading TWS as of the 'present re-tool reposting' and manage to find a copy of the old version, you will probably find it more pleasurable to wait for the new versions of the rest of the chapters on storiesonline than to read them elsewhere. One object of TWS remains the same... an attempt to write as 'pure' a stroke story as I can. Some readers have said I failed quite miserably at that, but still I strive. ------- Chapter 1: Carmen and Tanya In the middle of a large story, after a young story, before a male story ------- It was more about Tanya's careless rejection of a mis-socialized youth than it could have ever been about Carmen. I had been teasing Jeanie for forty-five minutes: fifteen minutes of my hands toying with her body through clothing, thirty minutes of licking and teasing her closer, ever closer, to orgasm. Our sex had not been like that before, but the potential was in our chemistry. I wanted orgasms to roll through her body in an avalanche--a relentless pounding. I did not know whether I could drive Jeanie down the mountain, but even if I could not break her will, I was dealing a stacked deck. She wanted me inside her, but I needed her to heel. I needed Jeanie to corral Carmen and Tanya for me. She was not cooperating! "You can... just... fuck me--all summer!" she panted past quick touches of my tongue. I could fuck Jeanie all summer, but then again I could fuck them all--all summer. Rumors had flown about Jeanie since the day puberty struck her full force. Stupid boy things. "Did you see her sigh, and her eyes roll back when I said 'sitting on something long and hard'?" "She bumped into me! I felt her hand on my cock AND she squeezed it! I'm telling you, she squeezed it." I knew who Jeanie was, but we did not mix in the same crowd. I was at State being prematurely recruited for the swim team when we ran into each other at a frat party. A brother was pawing at her, and she latched onto me to escape his clutches. As one of the few attractive females left in what had turned into a 'scrape the bottom of the female barrel' party, Jeanie was getting too much attention from the brothers. One of my uncles told me 'as long as a woman gives you time and attention, patience will get her pants off'. Considering I was four years old when he attempted to enlighten me in the ways of getting women's pants off, if blame needs to be assigned, my uncles would be the place to start. Jeanie did not want to play with these particular frat boys so she had to give me time and attention; patience, I brought to the table long before I met Jeanie. Our first kiss did it. I kissed her hungry and aggressive; Jeanie liked hungry and aggressive. She was close, begging to stop/fuck me. I explained before we started I was going to convince her with my body to hound Carmen and Tanya towards me. I lied; the plan called for using her body. She played at being angry, but Jeanie and I were sex. If it got her better sex, she would listen to the pitch. After fifteen minutes of my hands fondling her body through clothing, I pulled out of a kiss to tear her jeans off. It must have looked like I was going to dive in headfirst; instead, I let the pitch roll off my tongue. Jeanie was plenty sexually experienced for a girl entering her junior year in high school. It did not matter; I had been with two women who could think, speak, and act on their darkest sexual desires. Jeanie had not yet looked into that side of her being, allowing me to arrange the sexual cards for a hand she was guaranteed to throw in. I started with light pats of my tongue on her clit; not strokes, just light taps where clit hid shyly behind folds. I moved my tongue up and down, licking faster when her clit awakened in curiosity. Her breathing quickened as brief flashes of pleasure struck her. From the bottom of her pussy, I split her lips with my tongue and moved upward until, with an almost harsh snap, I crossed her clit vertically. Jeanie grabbed the bedding in tight fists and caught the scream before it escaped. I repeated the plowing until she arched her back, squeezed her asscheeks together, and grunted with each harsh flick. I stopped; she whined. It took every pussy eating technique I had been taught and some that I invented on the spot to keep her from coming. Jeanie's orgasmic climb was my favorite kind; she needed the same stroke the ascent began with to take her over the top. It meant two things: if the stroke was changed before the point of no return, she stopped climbing and took a step back; if the stroke changed after she came, it set her off again. I opened Jeanie's folds to lash her clit with my tongue, only to stop and bite down lightly on the space between her inner thigh and pussy. I licked her lips open and took her clit into my mouth trying to suck/bite/lick it at the same time. I drove my tongue as deep into her as I could and licked my way out while snaking my hand underneath her ass to rub the small of her back. I did it for some time to keep her on the same plane of pleasure. She tried to rub her pussy against me. I put my hands on her inner thighs and forced them wider apart. I pulled back to study the canvas I had to work with. Jeanie's pussy was cute, well-formed, with the bonus of being completely shaved. While I preferred pubic hair shaved in a slim line, for eating pussy I was partial to Jeanie's chosen coif. Jeanie humped the air, trying to get me to continue. I heard the door open; it took willpower not to look. Jeanie had been a teenage pregnancy from an older married man. Her mother, Cara, dealt with her lover's abandonment with a multitude tears but did not let it destroy her. Even through the expected incidents of teenage rebellion, Jeanie admired the lengths Cara had gone to raise her and be successful. I knew Jeanie's mother would not interrupt us. I spent nights in Jeanie's room, and Cara had no illusions about what a pair of teenagers did on a bed behind closed doors. There was another reason I kept going. Jeanie loved the burn, and she came by that from her mother. It was in their eyes, men were the flame, which heated their passion. They loved the fire. What it did to them. For them. What Jeanie was... suffering, the imposing of my will on her pleasure, Cara craved as much as her daughter. I put my tongue back to work on Jeanie: fast upwards plows through her lips ending with flicking her clit, side to side caresses and swipes, sucking her clit into my mouth, only to bite it, only to lick the hint of pain away, only to do all three at the same time. "PLEASE!" she screamed, signaling it was time to make it worse. I flickered my tongue vertically along her clit. It took some control, if I was too close Jeanie got what she needed, but if I was too far, my tongue missed too often. I had to hold on to her thighs hard so she would not move. She grabbed the sheets in tight fists. I heard the door open wider and a heel on the ground as our voyeur stepped closer. I was too busy to look. I kept my tongue moving up and down, barely touching her clit. Jeanie tried to close the contact. I let go of her thighs and trapped her wrists in my hands. Her legs dropped onto my shoulders, and she kicked her heels on my back. I kept my tongue moving up and down her clit as fast as I could. I heard the heels approach the bed and stop at the edge. I kept my tongue moving, Jeanie grunted in a slow unbroken whine. "please... David... please... please... please!" I let her repeat it for 15 seconds, keeping my tongue moving. "Please what, Jeanie?" I asked pulling up. I went back to work on her clit before she answered. "Please... David... PLEASE!" I kept the light touch of my tongue on her longer this time. Weight shifted the mattress. "Please what, Jeanie?" She could only repeat the word, which I had made her existence. I was merciless; Jeanie had to cave for my summer plans to bear fruit. I went back to work and through sheer willpower got my tongue to flick across her clit faster. She fought to loose my hold. I could not let her escape; she would attack herself to finish. I held on to her hands and pulled her towards me, backing up enough to deny her harder contact with my tongue. I kept at it, up/down, up/down, up/down as fast as I could. "okay... okay... kay... okay... kay!" I stayed the course and let her whisper the new prayer for a full minute before I pulled up. "Okay, what Jeanie?" She did not answer so I went back, this time starting slow and moving up in speed only to slow down again. I tried to make the touch on her clit even lighter. "OH MY GOD!! Okay! OKAY! I'll do it! I'll do anything!" I felt Cara sit on the bed as her daughter's will bent to mine. I pulled Jeanie off the bed onto the floor, turning her in the process so her ass was in my crotch. I stood up to remove my shirt, then pushed my pants and underwear down. I heard Cara take in a hard breath as my hard-on waved hello. Genetics had been kind to me; my father and uncles on my mother's side enjoyed a well-established reputation for size. I was not fully-grown but had enough length and girth to require preparing a woman to accept me. In another imparting of wisdom, my uncles told me a woman would be unlikely to hold taking the time to ensure her readiness against me. I got down where Jeanie wanted me. I needed to lubricate so I took the best option available and rubbed the head of my dick on Jeanie. She groaned at the contact; letting me know she was ready. Having agreed to what I wanted, Jeanie deserved what she wanted and more. I did it slow. She tried pushing back, but I put my hands on her asscheeks to hold her in place. "please!" she begged. I controlled the penetration; slow and steady, giving her body time to adjust to the invasion. I hit her bottom and pulled back just as slow, until only the head of my dick was inside her. Pulling her asscheeks apart and up, I lowered my body to get more contact on her clit as I penetrated into her. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed and fought to drive me into her. I held her tightly and maintained the pace. I concentrated on the purpose at hand, fucking Jeanie into delirious submission. From experience, I knew Jeanie would not appreciate her first orgasm at that pace. It would be okay though, orgasms that are not quite what a woman wants usually means they will come exactly how they want later. Multiple orgasms were something else my uncles explained women habitually forgave men for. I watched my cock move slowly in and out of Jeanie, so I would not look at her mother. If Cara was looking at the joining like I knew she had to be, any semblance of control would flee. The sexual hunger I could touch in Jeanie waited in depth of Cara's eyes; her intake of breath at my size had been audible. The slow and steady pace got to Jeanie. She teetered reluctantly on the edge. She wanted harder, but her body took what it could get. Her orgasm began; she grunted and shoved back against me. I adjusted to her movement and kept the slow pace as her pussy gripped my cock desperately. A low, slow groan escaped Jeanie as the orgasm washed over her. It was what I had been waiting for. I changed the stroke to accentuated single poundings into her pussy, pulling back as far as I could and fucking into her with power. Her head snapped up at the first stroke. I pulled back with the same slow pace as had dragged her to orgasm but drove into her hard. "YES!" she exclaimed fighting me again to help in her own fucking. I held her in place; I needed to stay in control of the action. She stopped coming down from her first orgasm; her body reached for another one as I continued to pull back slowly and pound my cock into her with authority. It did not take long before Jeanie crested into another orgasm. I held my dick buried completely inside her to enjoy the sensation of her pussy trying to squeeze me out. I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled Jeanie back while pushing my hips forward. Her pussy fought to force me out, but my body won its claim to stay inside Jeanie. When she came completely down from the orgasm, I grabbed Jeanie's hair to guide her up and forward so her hips cornered the bed. It put her upper body on the bed with her hips turning the corner and her legs coming straight off. It was one of my favorite positions, and the last time I had Jeanie in it I noticed it rubbed her the right way. I pulled her head up a bit so I could show her how stacked the deck was against her. "Jeanie..." "Nnngh" she tried to turn around, tried to get me to move inside her. I ground my hips against her ass for a couple of seconds making her breath catch. There was definitely a spot I could hit in this position that her body loved to have massaged. "Carmen and Tanya..." I whispered, pulling out slowly and stroking back in just as slowly. "I'll make them a gift to you when I'm done." She gasped; her mother gasped too. Jeanie looked at women with more than her eyes. She was young, and her reputation at school needed less fuel, not more but the wanting burned in her. Carmen and Tanya, hers to play was how I could stack the cards against Jeanie. I grabbed her shoulders to get leverage, pulled back, and pounded in hard. In and out, not sex but taking; taking her further into submission, taking her into willing complicity in stampeding Carmen and Tanya, taking her to the point of burning to make Carmen and Tanya mine--and hers. Jeanie's body convulsed as her mind came to the conclusion I could do it. If I could bend Jeanie, those two presented little challenge once they were drawn into my orbit. Jeanie came and came. I do not know how often, only that from the fifth stroke she gasped her orgasms out and did not stop. I kept to controlled hard and fast in and outs. I looked down at my cock, seeming to be fucking into her ass because of the angle. Someday, I would be fucking Jeanie's cute, little ass, but it was not necessary yet. I used the view of my dick entering/leaving her body to hold on to control. Inevitably, my pleasure heightened. There was nothing I could do to stop it, not if I wanted to keep Jeanie at the level she was drowning at. Nothing was going to stop my orgasm if I kept the pace. Jeanie collapsed on the bed with the orgasm(s) still beating at her body; my strokes and her imagination fed thoughts of what she could do with Carmen and Tanya to her libido. I pulled out and thrust back in harder than I meant to as my control frayed. I held myself deep inside her; it was just enough to push back my orgasm. I pulled out and thrust back in, pulled out and thrust back in, pulled out and thrust back in. Jeanie pushed back; her body stopped cumming and began building for one final orgasm. I felt her reaching for it as her nails dug into my hips, begging me to stay in control long enough to get her there. I pulled out and thrust back, shorter and harder than I had been. Jeanie gasped, and her body got closer to the edge it had built in front of my strokes. I stopped paying attention to Jeanie and focused on my cock. All the feeling in my body seemed to be centered along its length, how her pussy lips felt fighting the outward motion and how they welcomed me as I stroked in. It built even higher for both of us. Jeanie and I had been here before if not quite in front of such a grand orgasmic edifice. I knew what I could do to make her explode but keep control of myself. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled back on it, forced my cock completely inside, and pressed hard against her ass. It was how she loved to end in this position. Jeanie rotated her hips; deep inside, I felt her using the head of my dick to massage herself. Her head came back, relieving the pressure on her hair. I tightened the pressure back up and mimicked her motion with my hips. Her orgasm was monstrous. Her pussy did not fight to expel me this time, instead opening for me. I let her hair go, and she collapsed onto the bed. Her hips moved against me sucking the last drag of pleasure from her orgasm. I stayed still inside her, until she was done. I stayed still inside her, until my body stopped screaming for me to move the one last time, which would make me come. My next action might be excused by declaring it, taught instinct. My uncles, Iris, step-aunts, mother had been a party to raising that instinct; but like Jeanie, I had been a more than willing accomplice to the lessons. Even a gifted student. I pulled slowly out of Jeanie, allowing our audience to see the way her body wanted to keep me inside her, and stood up. I turned to look at Cara, who was close to the precipice. It was in the hunger of her eyes; I sent a prayer to the patron saint of 'the hunger in a woman's eyes'. Cara's eyes moved from my cock to mine. She hungered for what I gave her daughter, but the taboo fear stood between us. I was a teenage boy, no matter how experienced I had just proven myself to be. We were also in her daughter's room. Her nails scratched her thighs. Cara hungered but challenged me to force her across the line. She would not do it alone, no matter the need. I had fucked Jeanie past submission to the happy place that left her lying on the bed, enjoying the aftereffects, and watching the interaction between her mother and me with nothing more than quiet curiosity. Cara knew how it would end if she left it to me and so she did. Every fantasy, every desired perversion would be exposed to the light, studied, and experienced jointly. I took the three steps that placed me between her legs. She leaned back keeping her eyes on mine. She would not look at my dick; she would take the initiative if she did, and she wanted no part of controlling what we were about to do. I reached down and pushed one side of her short gray skirt up to where it almost exposed her. I straightened and stared at her for a moment before reaching down and pushing the other side up. The juncture at her legs was exposed; slim, pink panties. I looked at Cara and smiled. I straightened and stared at her. Cara's eyes grew wider as I waited. She understood what I wanted, an admission that this was all she desired at the moment. I stood there while she half-lay on the bed for a long pause between heartbeats, until she broke the tension by lifting her ass and spreading her legs further. The motion raised the skirt to give me better access between her legs. My smile thanked her for the admission. I reached down between her legs and played with her through her panties. Cara's head rolled back and moved against my hand. She was mine! I pulled her panties to one side and dipped a finger into mature femininity. Cara's hips moved harder. I stopped, and she opened her eyes to look at me. I smiled at her again and reached down to grab her wrists. I stepped back, pulling her off the bed and onto her knees, and stepped forward maintaining my grip on her wrists. My dick touched the side of Cara's face, and she closed her eyes. I waited, letting her skin absorb the texture and heat, letting her enjoy the scent of her daughter's pleasure mingled with my teenage male smell. She breathed in deeply, telling me we had gone a step further. I pulled my hips back and turned so the point of my dick rested on her lips. I waited. I almost thought she would pull herself back from a pleasurable oblivion, when she licked her lips and me in the process. Later, I wondered if she meant to do it. At the time though, it did not matter, whether unwittingly or not, Cara crossed the line. Her arms relaxed in my grip so I let her go. Cara brought a hand up and held me gently at the base of my cock. She licked around the head. Cara licked her own daughter's juices from my dick. She looked up at me, and I could see she knew what she was doing as she thoroughly licked me clean. I had lost some hardness in the wait for her necessary admission, but I gained it all back and more. She smiled in full knowledge of what caused the reaction, before she proceeded to give my dick a tongue bath. She savored the taste of her daughter. Cara must have put a lot of thought into her oral loving. It felt like my dick was the most important thing to her; not that it was MY dick but the feel of a hard cock in her mouth and on her tongue clearly excited her. I watched as she pushed my dick up so she could lick my balls. Cara did it with loving care, ensuring she did not jar them. She pulled my sack up to lick underneath. She licked the area around my dick and balls to make sure she took in even the smallest molecule of Jeanie's and my lust. She returned to licking my dick. I looked at Jeanie, who was watching her mother and smiling. She was not ready to join in, but the smile said much about the future. I turned back to look at Cara when I felt her take the head of my dick into her mouth and suck it as she wrapped her hands around the shaft. She ran her hands up the length, when she had to release it she drove forward to fuck me into her mouth until her gag reflex caught. I was thick so I knew this could not be comfortable, but Cara did not seem to care. She used her hands to unscrew her mouth from my dick. She released my shaft with one hand, grabbed the base, released me with her other hand, and embedded me in her mouth. It felt like it was intended to milk me into orgasm. It almost did, as I got lost in the sensation of an experienced woman giving a man pleasure. It was her sigh of satisfaction that took me out of my reverie. It was deep felt; I found out later, Cara had not been with a man for a long time, and it gave her great pleasure to be active again. The sigh shook me back into reality. I had nothing against a woman sucking me to orgasm, but it was our first time together. I wanted more than Cara's mouth. For a guy my size, older women give a certain freedom. There was no reason to blow the opportunity. I pulled Cara off my dick. She looked up at me with disappointment. The intent in mine burned it away. I pulled her up until she was standing up. I reached around behind her to undo the skirt and pull its zipper down. She held on to my shoulders, breathing harder. I pushed the skirt down her legs, and she stepped out of it. I grabbed her ass and pulled her towards me. She was almost my height so our kiss was adjustment free. I stopped it because my hard-on ached for release. I needed to be inside her, and I needed it to be as soon as possible. I grabbed her panties, and nearly tore them, pulling them down her legs. I was done with subtlety. I did not even straighten before pushing her down on the bed. Cara went willingly. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the position on the bed I wanted her body in, close enough to the edge where I could keep one of my legs on the floor for leverage, and with the other put a knee on the bed for stability. I put my hands on the inside of Cara's knees and pushed her legs down towards her breasts to spread them. She reached between her legs to guide me. I leaned forward so she could fuck herself with my cock. She did exactly that, placing me so I split her lips. She stopped there; she did not want to be in charge of the ride. She lay back and closed her eyes. I pushed forward with my hips slowly, making sure I did not lose the placement. I fucked into her comfortably. Cara was tight, but a woman so her pussy adjusted faster than her teenage daughter's. I had a lot say about the tightness of young pussy and as much about grown women who had been well fucked and adjusted quickly. I pushed forward until I bottomed out, something else I was rarely allowed with girls my age. Cara grunted in some discomfort, but I knew she could take me and enjoy it. I pulled out slowly, enjoying her pussy's grip on me. I allowed myself to come out to the exact point she had placed me to initiate the fucking. I pushed forward again slowly; already I could feel her body accommodating my girth. I bottomed out, and this time her face showed less discomfort. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the place mating us. I pulled outwards; it felt wonderful. Her pussy was tight enough I could feel it trying to keep me inside her. I hit the top end and pushed back in. Her breathing changed to orgasmic pants. I held the pace; I was going to flat-out fuck Cara, but she might not come that way. I had to give her at least one orgasm before I let go. It was around the tenth stroke that Cara's body bloomed. She arched her back. She moaned the orgasm out. I kept the pace steady through it, extending her pleasure a couple of seconds. Her pussy squeezed me but not like her daughter's attempt to push me out. It just squeezed me, let go, and squeezed again. She collapsed back on the bed and relaxed. She looked up at me and smiled as she reached between her legs to run a hand down my abdomen. She nodded knowing I was hurting for my own release and giving me permission to take it from her body. She had a part of what she wanted, and the rest could come later. I took a more solid grip below her knees and turned her a little to the left. I could fuck better with that little turn to one side instead of straight up and down. I pulled Cara's pussy closer to the edge. I proceeded to do what I wanted to do to Jeanie and could not; what I wanted to do to Carmen and Tanya and probably would not be able to either. Cara was a woman, her pussy could take all of me and longed to. I fucked her! Not just fast or hard, I fucked into her as fast as I could and as hard as I could. She gasped and sat up a little. She had been expecting it, but this was why I wanted Cara. Bending Jeanie to my will with her desire had put my toes at the end of the cliff. There was one other woman I could do this with, but it was never enough. I fucked out of Cara and fucked back powerfully. She gasped again and reached up with one hand to grab my wrist, the other hand she put on the bed to keep her balance. It barely registered to me. I fucked out of her, and let gravity drop me onto her. I did not give her a moment at the bottom before pulling up and fucking into her again. The fucking had a touch of violence to it. I could barely see her or hear the cries of pleasure. The only thing I knew was my hips slamming between her legs and how my cock felt inside her. The head of my dick almost vibrated in her depth. I pulled out and slammed into her again. Her nails dug into my wrist painfully, just enough to get me out of my trance and realize she was coming but not enough to make me stop. I ignored her nails, pulled myself almost completely out of her, and fucked in. Jeanie told me later I was doing this for about five minutes, and her mother came at least three times. Cara said those three orgasms were made bigger by the fact it had been a long time since she had sex and years since someone used her pussy as his fuck toy. That was later, at the moment I did not think, I hammered in and out of Cara. In and out, in what seemed an endless motion of stroking in and almost completely out of her pussy. What seemed like seconds later to me, but could not have been if Jeanie spoke truth, I felt something inside my ass clench. Somehow, this was enough impetuous to fuck Cara harder and faster. I heard her orgasm because she screamed louder than Jeanie. Her pussy clamped down on my dick and forced my orgasm. I pulled back one more time. I felt my orgasm begin and pulled her towards me while I plowed into her. I held her there as my cock spewed cum into the mother of the girl I fucked minutes before. It felt different to cum after a FUCK. It was almost all sensation; my mind not a part of it, the orgasm something felt but indescribable. I felt my cock deep inside Cara shiver from the force of pressing my hips into her. Finally, I was done. I dropped her weight back on the bed and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me tightly. She moved her lower body, squeezing and releasing my dick with her pussy to milk my cock. An experienced woman recovering from her orgasm fast enough to draw the last vestiges of sensation from her man. I pulled my face up to kiss her. She let me drink from her lips as she continued to use her pussy to massage me through completion. Minutes later, I put my hands to her sides and pushed up. I looked down at Cara. She studied me before smiling with the promise of adventures to come. I rolled over and lay between mother and daughter. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was surprised when fingers brushed my stomach. I looked down; Jeanie's hand was stroking me. I looked at her and then her mother. Cara was on her side looking at Jeanie, her daughter stared back. Jeanie kept eye contact with her mother as she moved over me. She kept it as she grabbed my cock and extended her tongue to lick me. She kept eye contact the entire time it took her to return the favor of licking me clean of Cara's and my lust. I looked up at the ceiling and almost laughed remembering it had all started with something I named "The Itch." ------- Chapter 2: The Itch The beginning of a large story ------- While growing up, I did not realize how oblivious I was to the existence of others. I only truly connected with Marisa (my baby sister), Rachel Smith, and the Smith twins. Other than my sister, my home life consisted of an abusive asshole for a stepfather and a mother who stayed married to him. The fact everybody and I were happy to ignore each other left holes in my knowledge of the changes puberty entailed. I understood boys and girls were different, but the details were not of interest to me. 'The Itch' aroused my interest in the particulars of how boys and girls fit together. We lived in a three-bedroom apartment: the mom and step-dad in the master bedroom, Marisa in the bedroom next to theirs, and my bedroom was opposite the living room down a small hallway. The isolation of my room served Marisa and me well when the adults were arguing, which was a four-to-seven night a week event. I discovered 'The Itch' on a night my mother and stepfather were participating in a much louder than usual argument. My little sister ran into her room to get away from them. I got my nightclothes ready and jumped into the shower. Concentrating on how the hot water felt allowed me to tune out the yelling. I finished washing and was letting the heat take me somewhere else when my penis got hard. At twelve, I was not aware of my penis as THE male member. The most fun that it had ever been a part of was beating the Smith twins in a contest of distance peeing. I normally got hard in the shower, but there was more to it this time. Not only did I get harder than ever, my penis seemed to beat with a pulse of heaviness. I stood confused and swaying with the rhythm of a racing heart. The shower curtain was flung aside, and I jumped back while turning. My hands on the shower wall prevented me from falling, but barely. "Aren't you done yet? You've been in here for a half hour!" my stepfather, drunk, yelled at me. I stared at him confused. He looked down at my crotch, which because of my position was pushed towards him. Inexplicably, he got angrier. "Why are you hard?" he asked in a tight voice. Startled while trying to deal with the confusion of sensation flooding my body, I could not reply. "What are you doing, Manny?" my mother asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Her voice was controlled; I recognized the tone, their argument not over, which is why she followed him into the bathroom. She looked around him and took in my confusion. Her face tightened with anger. She glanced down to my crotch. Her eyes held on my hard-on for a few seconds. She looked up to meet my eyes and smiled, somehow relaxing for the first time in as long as I could remember. It was a comforting and discomforting. Her action and reaction made me harder and increased my confusion. My stepfather had turned to her missing how her presence physically affected me. Her eyes were callous when she turned them on him. "Get out!" she whispered, deflating him instantly. There had been confrontations over Marisa and me, not a single one of which he won. Twice, my mother kicked him out for physically disciplining me. She did not bother to pack his things, just threw them out the closest window. They were the only times I saw her stand up to him in a meaningful way. A different type of incident, involving Marisa, occurred the year before. Some of my uncles and their families were visiting from our country. To get everyone together, some of my aunts organized a family picnic. Everyone was having a good time until my mother and stepfather began arguing. The women moved away from them, while my uncles watched the escalating argument with disapproval. Usually my baby sister ran away from parental blowups, but this time she tried to stop it. My stepfather pushed Marisa aside to continue yelling at my mother. I moved towards them. Screaming, Marisa jumped between them again. He grabbed Marisa's arm and slapped her. Later, my mother said I grabbed a large frying pan from a nearby picnic table and smashed it into his face. He let my sister go and fell down. I walked around her and got another swing in before one of my uncles tackled me. Two of them had to hold me down; the whole time, I was threatening to kill him if he ever hit my baby sister again. My uncle Ovaldo helped him up and guided him away from us. My aunt Esmeralda, who had pulled Marisa aside, brought her over to me. Marisa demanded very loudly that my uncles get off me and helped by pushing. When she had a clear path, she jumped into my arms and held on tight for a long time. My stepfather learned painfully not to test my mother's resolve if it involved me; anything to do with Marisa always involved me. In the bathroom, my stepfather looked between my mother and at me. He skulked out, slamming the door. My mother watched him before turning back to me. "It's okay, baby," she said, smiling gently. "Finish your shower, and go to bed. Okay?" I nodded. She looked at my crotch again. Her lips crafted a mysterious smile before she turned and walked out. I stood there, even more confused about the world around and inside me. Finally, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I was still needy but did not know what to do so I tried to ignore it. I put on my pajamas and t-shirt and walked to my bedroom. I lay on my bed trying to go to sleep but was almost trembling with restlessness. Every time my dick relaxed a little, the image of my mother's smile when she looked at my groin hardened it again. I tossed and turned until I ended up pressing my dick against the mattress. Given my ignorance, it had to be instinct that made me grind my hips into the bed. Once I started though, the need and weight grew but towards a conclusion. I grabbed my pillow tightly and squeezed my eyes shut, continuing to rub dick against the mattress. The image of my mother staring my dick and her smile haunted me. I rubbed harder as in my mind she reached towards me with her hand at hip level. My mind and body fragmented from each other. I grew lightheaded as all existence focused on my dick. I shook uncontrollably and bit the pillow as pleasure exploded from my dick, emptying me of everything else. My mind rejoined my body, and I gasped for breath. As the pressure inside me eased, I turned over. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I did not have the knowledge to name what had happened, so called it 'The Itch'. It became a part of my bedtime routine. I repeated the same steps every night for months: the shower, relaxing in the hot water after washing, the hardness of my dick, lying on my stomach, my mother's smile and her hand reaching, the rubbing, and 'The Itch'. After the shower confrontation, my mother behaved differently towards me. She had dominated nearly every aspect of my life, but when I stood my ground now she allowed me to do what I wanted. I did not notice the change for months. When it finally registered, I wondered what would happen if I pushed instead of just standing my ground. Another consequence was my stepfather becoming actively venomous towards me. When my mother took him back after the second time she kicked him out for hitting me, we declared a silent truce of ignoring each other. The shower scene pushed him to verbally abusing me every chance he got. He also tried to use paying special attention to Marisa as a weapon. I did not understand why he broke the truce, but his added attention to Marisa could not affect me. My sister was happier, and it made the situation more tolerable than the truce had. Aspects of the bedtime routine I observed religiously changed when I began to consider challenging my mother's authority. The rubbing on the bed got slower, allowing me the time to build my first fantasy. The images changed to her touching me, bathing me, holding my center. The fantasy made 'The Itch' bigger, more pleasurable, more draining. Like with everything else, my mother was the heart of my burgeoning sexual awareness. I do not know where we would have gone if I had continued down that path; probably nothing would have changed except some things coming sooner than they did. Something did derail me though. My godparents took me in when my mother immigrated to the States. I was five years old before she sent for me. Since I barely had memories of her, she did not expect it to be an easy adjustment. Hoping I would meet kids my age and be exposed to more English, she signed me up for swimming classes the high school ran as a community summer program. The twins and I met at the pool. Sean and Patrick Smith came from money, which other people described as a fortune. The twins should have had nothing to do with a public summer program, not to mention, they were excellent swimmers. Their father signed them up hoping the exposure to other kids would help them outgrow being so 'twinish'. The twins were more oblivious to everything not them, than I was to anything not me. Sean and Patrick not only finished each other's sentences, they had identical thought streams. For some reason, I always treated them as one person and almost expected them to gang up on me if we played together. We became instant partners in fraud when our parents merged agendas. To some extent our parents were successful in their goals, I learned English faster and the twins allowed someone into their outer circle. To the world, the twins and I were best friends; but for us, it was about loyalty, protective presence, and silence. To maintain the facade, I made almost daily treks (my mother driving me) to their house to play. They lived in a mansion; there were LOTS of toys, and a pool in the backyard, making it an enjoyable play environment. I was even awarded a 'scholarship' to the same private grammar school the twins were enrolled in. The twins' father had been unnoticeably sick when we met. He died the summer before 'The Itch'. I spent a lot of time at the mansion, more for their mother, Rachel Smith, than the twins. The twins were cold, even towards her, so everyone cast me in the role of comforting presence. My mother drove me to the mansion every day for months after Roger Smith died. When the daily visits were no longer necessary, I still spent a half hour talking to Rachel whenever I visited. She and I were friends, to the extent a twenty-seven year old woman and an eleven-year-old boy can be. Late in the summer of 'The Itch', Rachel Smith became the object of my pubescent desires. It was a normal visit to the twins. I spent the half-hour conversation with Rachel lamenting the end of summer, which she teased me about. The twins decided we should enjoy our last days of freedom in the pool. After we began participating in swimming competitions, our time in the water was reserved for training so I thought it a great idea to just play for an afternoon. The twins and I played one-on-two water polo, or the more apt name of 'David tries to prevent being drowned by the Smith twins'. Generally, we spent the time being kids in a pool. After an hour and a half Rachel came out with drinks for us. I did not think anything of her being wrapped in a towel, until she mentioned wanting to grab some sun. Rachel always participated in our pool play; but because the twins and I reserved time in the water for training and competition, it was the first time since 'The Itch' the situation had occurred. The twins were pushing me around so I was not looking at Rachel when she removed the towel and lay down on the lounge chair. The full vision of Rachel Smith in a bikini hit me when the twins jumped back in the water and I turned to grab my glass of juice. It was a modest, bright yellow bikini perfectly appropriate for a mother of nearly teenage twins. But Rachel Smith was a five-foot-nine, multi-shade blonde, blue-eyed, fit, and curvaceous goddess to the twelve-year-old eyes of a boy with a foot not quite firmly planted on the first step of sexual maturity. How I did not drop the glass as my hormones loudly insisted on heterosexuality, I will never know. Rachel swam while the twins and I were coached, but she also spent time working out so her body showed no effects of being the mother of twins. She was also blessed with high C/D-cup breasts, wonderful hips, and a generous ass. Seeing Rachel for what felt like the first time, I collided head first with the ramifications of the differences between boys and girls. It made me more confused than I had been in the shower with my mother's eyes on me. My dick hardened, and my mouth refused to close. Rachel was adjusting the small table by her lounge chair. She turned and bent over to adjust her towel on the chair. The yellow bikini bottom mostly covered her ass, but it did not matter. Suddenly, I understood the reason my dick got hard. I wanted that part of me IN her. Rachel lay down on the lounge and opened her book. Any second, she would turn towards me. I refused to let her see my mental state or the fierce hard-on tenting my swim trunks. I put the glass down on the tray she brought it out on and walked into the pool. I swam to the far side, as far away from her as possible, and sat with just my head above the water. The twins climbed out of the pool and finished their drinks. Fifteen minutes later, Rachel took a quick dip in the pool to cool off. Rachel getting out of the pool made wet sexier from then on. The twins took their horse play into the pool when Rachel had jumped in. Rachel dried off and applied suntan lotion. The twins said something to me; I could hear the wave of teasing, which usually came before the twins did their best to pound me, but I could not separate the voices into words. I HAD to watch Rachel as she applied the lotion. The twins stopped teasing and stared at me. I looked at them but could barely focus. I turned my eyes to continue staring at their mother. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them turn their heads, watch her for a few seconds, and turn back to me. They turned to her again and back to me. "Oh!" they said to each other. There was pressure in the back of my eyes; some of it was embarrassment at what they discovered, but most was need mixed with want causing frustration like I had never felt before. They nodded, swam away, and played noisily ensuring Rachel's glances from her book focused on them. Loyalty, protective presence, and silence. Rachel went inside to get more drinks. I took the opportunity to get out of the pool, enter the mansion, and change. I was sitting by the lounge chair when she came back. "David, are you leaving so soon?" she asked putting the tray down. "No, Mrs. Smith," I replied. "I'm just tired." She gave me a questioning look before turning to watch the twins. I had not addressed her formally since the first time she cried on my shoulder after her husband's death. She shook her head at the twins' antics and lay down on her stomach. I did not look at her directly because she would only need to turn to catch me. My eyes flicked from the twins to her ass, to the twins, to her legs, to the twins, to all of her for the hour I had to wait before my mother picked me up. On the drive home, I stared out the window with frustration burning me. I was stuck in the ritual of the 'The Itch', so I could not relieve myself as soon as I got home. I sat in front of the television while the frustration burned down to a high simmer. Finally, the ritual time came. I ran to my room for pajamas. The shower was quick; I skipped the hot water part. I stood in front of my bed with tented pajama bottoms. I looked down and knew even the bottoms were too much. I pushed them down to my knees. My dick was so hard it seemed angry. I lay down on my stomach and grabbed the pillow in clenched fists. The vision had been waiting on the edge of my awareness since I saw Rachel in the bikini. Rachel was bent over, adjusting her towel on the lounge chair. I rubbed my dick on the mattress. I stepped up behind her. I was not wearing swim trunks; my dick was hard. The bikini was held to her body by knots at her hips. They had not been there that afternoon, but something about the style caught my eye when I saw it in a magazine. I untied one knot and the bottom slipped but hung on, covering what I wanted. I untied the other. My humping became frantic, but I fought to hold 'The Itch' back. The bottoms were still on Rachel's body. I did not untie the other knot, instead I pulled the bikini bottom off Rachel. It exposed her to my eyes and dick. I had looked through a Penthouse at a convenience store while the clerk was busy with a rush, so I had an idea what Rachel would look like and how we would fit together. I grabbed her hips like I saw in the magazine and pushed my dick into her. 'The Itch' arrived with a vengeance, ripping through my control as in my head Rachel and I became one body. 'The Itch' had never been that powerful or rich in the fullness of experience. I felt lightheaded and prickles of scratchy-heat covered my chest. I rode the wave up through my body and down again, rubbing into the mattress as aftershock shivers overwhelmed me. I fell asleep with the pajamas around my knees. The ritual shattered the next morning. I woke up hard, and before I even opened my eyes the vision of Rachel stormed my mind. I pumped my hips into the bed, without waking up completely. I kept pumping as the images of my dick entering Rachel, being pulled out, and entering her flashed in my mind. Less than a minute later, I had my first daytime visit from 'The Itch'. I lay in bed for a few minutes before a knock on my bedroom door interrupted the silence. My mother yelled that it was time for practice. I got out of bed smiling as I realized I could give myself 'The Itch' any time and even the shower was unnecessary. Fantasies of Rachel, and sometimes my mother, became the new ritual. The time changed to after I got home from martial arts training or from playing with the twins. I bought some magazines from clerks who, as long as no one was watching, did not care about the corrupting influence of porn on a minor's moral fiber. Reading the Penthouse forum or looking through Hustler was not the best sexual education, but a few true things could be gleaned from them like that 'The Itch' was an orgasm or cumming. I still thought of it as 'The Itch' until someone else became involved in my sexual awakening. Even with the magazines, Rachel remained the focus of my 'The Itch' fantasies. In December, things changed when my mother's youngest sister, who was my age, came to live with us. Being born out of wedlock, the family did not know about Iris until my grandmother died and my grandfather brought her into his home. When my grandfather began the slow spiral to his death, Iris was passed between the uncles' households. The summer of 'The Itch', she moved in with an uncle living in the States. I remembered a few conversations about what arrangements had to be made for her but not the one that made her my mother's responsibility. Years later, it was obvious my mother had reasons for insisting Iris live with us. Iris was the end of my mother and stepfather's marriage. It would take over year and my intervention before the marriage lay down and died, but Iris was the murder weapon. The first cut came with the argument of where Iris would sleep. My stepfather thought having Iris share a room with Marisa was the only solution. Marisa did not agree, very loudly. She had never shared a room and was not of a mind to start. It left the living room or my room, unless they were willing to face my sister's best banshee imitation every night. I thought my room was out of the question, until my mother dictated it. My opinion of sharing a room with a girl was not high, but as long as Marisa was happy I could deal. The sexual possibilities and consequences did not occur to me. My stepfather hated the idea, but my mother stood her ground. Marisa and I were avid spectators to the arguments. We had seen my mother go ballistic over my stepfather hitting me, but this was different. She did not give an inch in any direction. Finally out of frustration, my stepfather caved. We built bunk beds in my room that Saturday; Iris moved in on Sunday. Sunday night after my shower, I realized the bunk beds made it so she would know something was going on if I did 'The Itch'. The situation got worse on Monday afternoon when I got home from my martial arts class and found her in my room playing. 'The Itch', which was a part of my everyday life for months, became something I had little opportunity to do. For the next six months, I had to sneak in a quick 'The Itch' whenever I could. In time, my frustration grew. ------- Chapter 3: Iris's Price The beginning of a young story ------- As soon as I realized I voted for my baby sister's happiness over 'The Itch', I regretted my selflessness. For six months, I became intimately familiar with the curse of teenage boys, sexual frustration. There were other options; but even though Rachel shattered the ritual nature of 'The Itch', it still shaped my understanding of sex. The task of shaking me completely loose of the 'The Itch' fell on a visiting male cousin from Puerto Rico. Being my stepfather's nephew, he and I were only related by marriage, which allowed him to be more forward with me. He and his family arrived in country a week before school ended. We were thrown together because my stepfather's brothers and sisters had mostly female children. At thirteen, I was a year younger than him so everyone thought we would get along well enough. I did not introduce him to the Smith twins, knowing they would only tolerate one person in their outer circle. I figured I was in for two weeks of coming home after swim practice or martial arts and playing with him rather than making the trek to the Smith mansion. He slept over a couple of nights the first week; my mother put us on the sofa bed in the living room. The first night we stayed up talking about baseball. It seemed obvious he wanted to talk about other stuff but was trying to gain my confidence first. The next night he spent over, he directly attacked 'The Itch's' grip on me. "Have you ever done 'The Thing'?" he asked. He said 'The Thing' the way I might have said 'The Itch'. "I think so," I replied carefully. We stared at the ceiling to make sure we did not make eye contact. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Really good!" I said. I hoped we were talking about the same thing and not if I had more sexual experience than giving myself 'The Itch' while thinking of Rachel. "How do you do it?" He turned to look at me; I looked at him. I had to open up, but part of me wanted to keep 'The Itch' to myself. I also wanted HIM to go first. "I get on my stomach, and I rub myself against the bed," I said staring into his eyes. He smiled like he had a secret to share. "So you haven't done it with your hand?" he asked with his voice rising in excitement. His tone made me nervous, but I shook my head. I thought I knew what he was talking about, but the magazines did not mention masturbation in an instructive fashion. "You want me to show you?" he asked, even more excited. I did not reply for a few seconds. I liked 'The Itch', a lot, and a part of me was not ready to let it go. Finally, I nodded reluctantly. "Do you think your parents are asleep?" he asked, looking towards their room. "Yeah." "Come with me," he said getting up from the bed and walking quietly to the bathroom. As I followed him, I wondered why we needed to be in the bathroom. He turned on the light and closed the door when I entered. He smiled and walked to the bathtub. When he waved me forward, I stood next to him. He pushed his pajamas down to his feet and kicked them off. I stared at his crotch curiously. I had sprung a few pubes, but he had a full growth, which looked funny. I wondered if I was going to look like that when I was his age. His dick started to harden. "Hey, take yours off!" he whispered. I kicked my pajamas off, hoping he would not laugh at my sparse sprinkling of hair. He gave me a cursory glance before nodding "Spit in your hand," he said, spitting a large glob into his hand. It was disgusting, but I had elected him the leader so I spit in my hand, just not taking as big a hock as he did. "Now do like I do," he said. He grabbed his dick at the base, stroked upward and off his penis. I imitated his motion. He continued the grab, stroke, and release motion until he was completely hard. I followed suit. It felt strange, but familiar. He watched as I stroked my dick to hardness. "Wow, you're big!" he exclaimed. Even at a year younger, my dick was longer and thicker than his. He shrugged and continued, "Now like this." He grabbed his dick and moved his hand in a motion I would come to know as the self-charm against my new nemesis, sexual frustration. It was a controlled stroke, up and down his dick. He fully covered the head with his hand and stroked all the way back, pulling back on his foreskin almost painfully. I tried it with less enthusiasm then he showed. "Keep doing it, until you feel like you need to go faster," he said as if I would understand when the moment came, "Then go faster until you shoot your cum. Okay?" His voice got jumpy at the end; I nodded. "Make sure you get it in the tub, so it's easier to clean." His head dropped back as he stopped being the instructor and gave himself up to whatever his hand was doing to him. I tried the same; I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. I concentrated on how my dick felt with my hand stroking it. Maybe a minute later, I felt what he told me about. The need to go faster! I did not know how though; I thought if I did what I was doing faster, it would hurt. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I saw the trick; his motion had shortened at the upper end of his dick. I closed my eyes and tried it. The pressure increased with the new motion. I did not think of anything for a few seconds, then suddenly, as the pressure seemed ready to release, I thought of Rachel. She was bent over the lounge chair. I ripped the bikini off her ass. I shoved into her hard. I pounded in and out of her, imagining that my hand was her pussy. I came hard. It surprised me so I had to press my knees against the tub to keep my balance. My eyes sprang open as a second burst of thick white liquid shot out of my dick. I kept stroking; it felt so good. "Yeah!" my cousin encouraged, "Keep going! It feels really good if you do that afterwards." I turned to look at him. His cum marked the bathtub also. He smiled at me as he continued stroking his dick. I could not help smiling back. We cleaned up after he declared 'The Thing' over. Climbing back into the sofa bed, I felt a lot more tired than when I walked into the bathroom, but more relaxed at the same time. I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. I had shot cum after 'The Itch' before, but never thought of needing to clean it up. The mess did not bother me, but I liked the idea of not falling asleep with cum drying on me. I would have to learn to do it faster though; my stepfather still hated my long showers, and since Iris moved in, the bathroom always seemed to be occupied. "Did you ever do something like that with Iris?" my cousin asked. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. He fell asleep before I could answer. ------- I did not see him again until Saturday after a swimming competition. School had ended so our families thought we would be able to spend more time together. He wanted Iris to play with us in the park. I did not say anything, just watched the youthful seduction attempt with some apprehension. I knew he was trying to draw her into his world; I noticed he met with more success if I was an active participant. If I was the one who asked Iris the question, she always answered. If I pulled her summer dress up to expose her panties, she did not complain as loudly or at all. The seduction attempt was the focus of his second week. Iris talked to us and joined our sexual conversations but not as deep as he wanted. We played with her inside the apartment and in the park. He wanted me to skip swim practice and martial arts because my mother only let Iris play with him when I was a part of it. I refused, further frustrating him. I was no longer the objective though, and he could not say anything without endangering his access to Iris. I watched him carefully; his seduction technique leaned more and more towards intimidation as the day of his departure got closer. He was due to leave on Sunday so Friday afternoon he brought things to a head. My mother and Marisa went shopping. Iris, my cousin, and I were in my room playing a silly children's board game, which Iris loved. He must have feared the next step; he waited too long. The game ended, and Iris sat on the bed smirking her victory at us. He looked at her and me. The air in the room got heavier. Iris looked at him, to me, and back at him. His decision clicked into place almost audibly. He got up and locked the door while Iris and I watched. My chest filled with an expectant pressure. I did not look at Iris. I did not know what he was going to do, but I wanted him to do it. Iris stayed locked in her position on the bed as he stood on one side of her. She looked up at him, something in his face made her look at me. Whatever she saw in his eyes must have been in mine, so she turned to stared at the wall across from her. "You agreed, David, both of us!" he said looking at me. "Like the bathtub." He had not discussed it with me, but I knew what he wanted. I stared at Iris, if she had looked at me I might have refused, but she just stared at the wall. I stood up and took a position next to Iris. My cousin nodded and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down to his knees. I watched as he stroked his dick hard. I looked down at Iris; she had not moved backwards or made any attempt to get away. She stared at the wall, as if accepting what was happening. I pushed my sweatpants and underwear down to my knees. My dick was most of the way there so I did not have to stroke much to be ready for the next step. I looked at my cousin for guidance on what that next step would be. He was staring at Iris. He let his dick go and tried to rub it on her face. She moved away from him just enough to deny him contact. He stroked his dick a couple of times and tried to touch her with it again. I stroke a couple of times and let go while pushing my dick towards Iris. I managed to touch her face; the contact was surprising and too brief. I stroked my dick a few times and watched my cousin futilely try to touch her. His head dropped back, in between strokes he stabbed at her blindly with his dick. I watched Iris dodge him and noticed her motion was towards me. I let go of my dick and timed it so when she moved away from his attempt her face would touch me. I did it four or five times before realizing she could have moved backwards and avoided both of us. It stunned me. I heard my cousin grunt, signaling he was getting close. I wanted to test my discovery though. I put one foot on the bed and pushed my hips closer to Iris. My hard-on touched her face without Iris moving towards me. She did not break the contact. She kept watching for his attempts. When he tried again, she pushed even closer to me. I did not understand what was going on, but her willingness to allow my dick to touch her, but not his, increased the pressure in my chest. I rubbed my dick on her face, as if I were going to do 'The Itch'. She ignored me, keeping her eyes on my cousin and pressing against me whenever he stabbed at her face. I watched their dance, enjoying her acceptance of my touch and denial of his. Iris turned her face up and looked at me. She was frightened but not much. Somewhere in the selfishness of my soul, I came to the conclusion Iris would accept him to have me. "My mother!" I heard myself exclaim. My cousin's eyes opened painfully wide, and he went into a full-blown panic. He raced to the door while pulling his pants up. I pulled my pants up looking at Iris, who stared back. "Lock the door," I said, turning to leave the room. My cousin sat in the living room with the TV on, trying not to look at the apartment door. I sat down next to him. "I don't think she's coming," he said. "Let's check downstairs," I replied. "I know I heard my mom." He followed me down to the entrance of the building. I did not see my mother's car and tried to think of something to buy more time. I no longer wanted to continue what he started, at least not with him there. "She's not here," he sighed. "Let's go back upstairs." "Ice cream!" I said, faking excitement as I heard the sound of the ice cream truck. I moved towards the spot it made its daily stop on our block. "Come on! I want to go back upstairs!" he insisted. "After ice cream," I promised without looking at him. He had to follow me since I had the keys and he needed a willing accomplice. I was shorter than him but weighed as much, so he did not dare try physical coercion without knowing for sure it would work. I ate my ice cream slowly and solved my dilemma by running into the park to join a tennis-ball baseball game. My cousin gave me a lot of angry looks during the first couple of innings but eventually lost himself in the game (the size of the opposing pitcher's breasts helped). My cousin could not spend the night because they were leaving Sunday morning and his parents wanted to pack everything so they could enjoy their last day in the States. I took a longer than normal shower that night, taking care of the pressure of the afternoon before I entered the bedroom I shared with Iris. She was lying in bed staring at the bottom of my bunk. We had not said anything about what happened. I climbed into my bunk and fell asleep. On Saturdays, my daily life was different than weekdays. Mondays through Fridays I got up early for a private swim practice with the twins, after school we had another practice session, and three times a week I also took martial arts class. When not in school, my days followed the same pattern regardless. On Saturdays though, the twins and I had a long practice session in the morning, and I took martial arts class until 1pm. The extra wait must have frustrated my cousin, but it let me think. I got home to a note from my mother that she was taking Marisa to Aunt Esmeralda's house. My stepfather joined my cousin's father and mother on their final tourist trip. I knew my cousin ditched the trip to 'hang out' with me. I showered and walked into my bedroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Iris sat in front of the board game we played the day before. She smiled, inviting me to play with her. I sat down beside her. We had not spoken since I spent a few minutes rubbing my dick on her face the day before. I still did not want to talk to her. I had decided I wanted what my cousin wanted to do. I wanted to be inside Iris but did not have what he did to bring it to fruition. I played a quiet game with Iris. I waited for the knock on the door and so did she, which I was not aware of. She laughed gaily when she won the first game. I kept my eyes on the board afraid to give away my intention. I waited for the knock on the door, not noticing when she put her hand on my leg. I felt her hand move on the inside of my thigh but could not focus on it. My attention was on the door, waiting for the knock that would introduce me to sex. My cousin rang the doorbell. I started to get up and discovered Iris had been waiting too. She played her hand. As I stood up, Iris moved her hand to my groin. I collapsed. Her hand followed me down to stay in touch with me. I looked down to confirm I was not imagining it. I turned to look at her. Iris finished setting up of the game board with her free hand. I looked down at the hand in my crotch and thought about its placement. I tried to figure out what she was thinking. My cousin hit the doorbell every three seconds to get me to open the door. I was busy looking at Iris, looking at her hand, and thinking about the situation. I was still getting nowhere when he knocked hard on the door. I looked at the bedroom door; I wanted to get up and let in everything he would bring. But her hand was on me. I looked at Iris again. She picked up the dice and turned towards me. She held them up for me to roll first. I took them and stared at how they lay in my palm. I looked back at her; she gave me the eye contact. I wanted to speak but did not want it to end. She smiled and lifted her hand. I thought she was going remove it, but she kept her fingertips and nails on me. She looked at the board and waited for me to roll the dice. She trailed the contact points along my dick. My cousin pounded on the door, which I barely heard over the blood pounding in my ears. Iris drew trails on my dick with her fingertips and nails. Surprise had kept me from getting too hard, but surprise could not stop me with highways of pleasure being traveled on my dick. I looked at the board trying to bring what little mental energy I had to bear on my problem. It was fruitless so I closed my eyes and concentrated on her motion back and forth on my dick instead. My cousin pounded on the door harder and occasionally yelled my name. I was getting uncomfortable so I leaned back and shifted my hips to give my dick some expansion room. Iris must have thought I had come to a decision not in her favor and tried to change my mind. She closed her hand on my dick. I looked down. I stopped thinking about my cousin, or Iris, and stared at her hand closed on my dick. My dick made up my mind. Iris did not know it though, and I must have waited too long. She stroked my dick slowly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of someone else's hand giving me pleasure. I looked at Iris out of the corner of my eye. She continued to stroke me. The selfish part of me whispered that Iris was offering herself as the prize for not opening the door. I wanted to be un-virginated, but the whispers promised if I waited I did not have to share her--the list of people I shared with began and ended with Marisa. The day before Iris accepted the naked contact with my dick. She knew my cousin was planning something, but she stayed in the room. The whispers said she stayed for me. She wanted what happened but really--only with me. I rolled the dice and ignored the pounding at the door. The next day my mother made me accompany my cousin and his family to the airport. He barely looked at me except to flash his resentment. I was too busy wondering when I could claim my prize to care. A couple of days later, the twins and I were subjected to a battery of medical tests our parents explained away as making sure we were ready for the 'next level' in our swim training. I thought it strange that I had to masturbate into a cup as part of the test. The twins and I thought the parents were hiding something, and I ended up being the unlucky one. The conversation with the doctor and my mother was painfully uncomfortable so I did my best to forget it as soon as possible. I did not realize how important the conversation was until the end of the summer. For the rest of the summer, my day-to-day schedule varied very little except when it came to Iris. I had swimming practice in the morning; I spent the time I would have at school in the Smith mansion playing or talking to Rachel; in the afternoon there was swim practice and my martial arts classes. At night and on weekends, though, Iris and I climbed the steps of our sexual ladder. My cousin forced the first step, but Iris took control when her hand stroked my dick. I thought she would lead; but she expected me to lead, which was something I did not know how to do. Without my cousin as the catalyst, we had to step back before we could move forward. The beginning regained some innocence, and Iris did take the lead. We were lying in our bunk beds when her hand touched me on the wall side. I tried to grab her hand, but she got away. I followed her hand down. It became a game of Iris trying to catch my hand on her side while I tried to catch her hand on mine. Eventually, we held hands, mostly on her side since mine could hang down as I lay on my stomach. When she fell asleep, her hand slipped out of mine. We played the hand game for days before she guided me another step up the ladder. The game was the same as always until I felt the bunk shake. My hand sought her hand and found unfamiliar territory instead. I had just realized I was touching her shoulder when she grabbed my hand and moved it to the neck of her nightgown. I did not understand what she wanted me to do. I did what seemed natural and explored into her gown. My fingers touched the top of a developing breast. Her breath was warm on my forearm. The magazines made heavy mention of a woman's nipples as a center of sexual pleasure so I fumbled for it. When I found what I thought was it, I tried to do what I could: gentle touches, passes of my fingertips, tugging it lightly. She moved so her other breast got attention. Figuring she liked it, I gave the new nipple the same attention. After some time, I moved back to the first breast. A couple of minutes later, Iris lay down. We held hands until she fell asleep. On Sunday, we played in the park; just chasing each other, getting a sexual grab, and the grabber becoming the chased. There was no one home so we were noisy during the last chase as she fled towards the apartment. I was on her heels but letting stay ahead. She ran through the apartment and into our room. I caught her in the middle of the room, and we tumbled to the floor. I ended up on top of her. She tried to tickle me off, which caused a lot of squirming and rubbing against each other. As the rubbing at our lower extremities got to me, my dick hardened. Iris stopped moving and stared at me. I wanted to keep rubbing against her, but I did not want to be the only one doing it. I looked into her eyes; they were dark, almost black. We remained frozen for a minute. Suddenly, she moved towards me and I responded in kind. Our lips touched in a quick kiss. She let her head fall back and tickled me again. The tension momentarily relieved, we squirmed and rubbed against each other some more. She stopped moving when the focus of my rubbing centered on my dick. I looked down at her; she stared back. I initiated a kiss. As my first real kiss, it was far more intense than it should have been. We broke it, only to start another. The kissing distracted her from the renewal of my grinding against her. I heard the front door open and stopped everything. Iris smiled and gave me another quick kiss like the first one, except with promise. The kissing proved too much for either of us. We wanted the sexual, but the kissing was more intimate than we could handle. Iris and I entered into an unspoken agreement to leave intimate for weekends. Like 'The Itch' treating the chase and kiss as a ritual kept it at a safe distance. It also slowed our progress for two weeks. I let her pick the time move up the next step, not wanting to lose what I gained and having learned she wanted it as badly. We returned the hand game as the road to sexual progression. I was lying on my stomach with a hand hanging down to play with her breasts. Her hand appeared by my groin. I stared at her hand while something inside me whispered that Iris wanted to reciprocate. I moved my hand to play with her hair; she liked when I did that. Not having to reach down so far allowed me to turn my hips into her hand. Iris took firm grip on my dick. She moved her hand up and down slowly. I did not have enough blood left for my brain to think of anything else to do except keep playing with her hair. Eventually, she lay down, taking her hand away. I thought it was over until her hand appeared again. We played the catch-me game until she caught me on her side and held on. I assumed we were done and closed my eyes. Iris had other plans; she guided my hand until I came in contact with her. I touched naked skin but did not recognize where she had placed my hand. My heart almost stopped when the closest thing I could correlate to the signals my fingers sent was peach fuzz. Iris had pushed her pelvis up to get into position so my hand could touch her THERE! My fingers blazed a trail south. I was delving into unfamiliar territory but eager to chart the waters. I tried to match what my fingers were touching to the pictures in the magazines. I split her lips with one finger and ran it up and down. I was too intent on trying to see with my fingers to think about her pleasure. I found the spot that would give my dick entry into her. I dipped a finger inside and pulled it back out quickly. I did not know how far Iris was willing to go so I took a step forward and retreated two. If she did no complain or stop it, I returned to the step she allowed. I touched her pussy lips again, just to running my fingertips up and down. I split her lips with a finger and, when I penetrated, left it inside her. I moved my finger in and not quite out. As I humped the bed, I imagined I was penetrating Iris with my dick rather than a finger. She must have tired, taking my new-found treasure away. I heard moans as I rubbed myself to the best 'The Itch' ever. We stayed on the sexual level of my finger on/in pussy for a couple of weeks. Iris had things to teach me about the female body. She grabbed my hand at times, which I did not understand it. Finally, I figured it out, she was telling me something felt nice. She had a particular liking for my fingers rubbing the juncture at the top of her pussy lips. The 'clit' thing, mentioned in the porn magazine stories, made a lot more sense. I wanted to make Iris feel good so one night when she grabbed my hand I focused on where I thought her clit would be. I felt the small bump and concentrated on it. I used my fingertip to rub the spot in small circles. She let go of my hand but lifted her hips higher when I changed the motion to up and down stroking. Something about what was happening made me pump into the bed faster and harder with my hips. A loud gasp and moan was the only sign I had given my first orgasm to a woman, but they were good company for my own pleasure. Learning how to give Iris orgasms hindered our progress. She seemed content to receive them and, believing it would make what I really wanted more likely, I did not push. My selflessness lasted a week. I was lying on her bed in shorts, on a night my stepfather took my mother and Marisa out. I never took part in those types of family functions. Sensing I had something in mind, Iris stayed out of the room for a while. I had not planned it, but coming out of the shower I was inspired by being alone in the apartment with her. I opened a Penthouse and look through it waiting for Iris to come into the room. I wanted to apply what Rachel revealed about 'The Itch'; Iris and I did not have to wait until bedtime to play. She came into the room and closed the door. I did not look at her. She moved around the room, coming closer and closer to the bed until she sat down by me. "Look," I said pointing at the pictures. Not the best line, but I did not have any better or know what a 'line' was. She nodded and stared at a picture of the centerfold. I sat up and changed pages to keep her attention on the magazine. I put my hand on her back and moved it up and down. We looked at the magazine for a while with me gently rubbing her back. When we got to the last page, I dumped the magazine on the floor. Iris did not say anything or move away. Unsure what to do, I kind of gave her a back rub. She dropped her head forward so her dark hair hid her features. I pulled her back so we were lying down. I put my hand her stomach, moved it slowly up to her neck and back down a couple of times. Our legs off the bed was not the position I wanted, so I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her with me as I straightened. Iris let me guide her, maintaining her silence. Her willingness to move was enough for me to continue. She was wearing a dress, which made getting where I wanted easier. I ran my fingers from her stomach to her neck without touching either breast. I propped myself above her by putting a hand on either side of her. She looked relaxed with her eyes closed. I leaned down and touched her lips with mine. Kissing had to be a part of it. I put more of my weight on top her, which freed a hand. I touched her stomach and moved up to cup a small breast. She made a sound into my mouth, convincing me I could safely move forward... or south. I reached below her dress and touched her thigh with my fingers. Iris tensed but kissing her and brushing my finger on her skin got her to relax quickly. I gave her some time before moving my fingers just below her panties. She tensed, and I waited until another sound of pleasure escaped to claim a small part of her. I put my hand on her pubic mound and rubbed her through the panties. It pushed her close to the edge, but instinct saved me again. I deepened our kiss; some of it was pressing my lips harder against her, but another part had to do with willing her to focus on the kiss. A part of me gloried as she ceded control to me. I did not rest on my laurels. My fingers traveled down to rub her pussy lips through the cloth of her panties. I applied the lessons I learned about her body and made the spot where cotton hid her clit the focus of my attention. I settled beside her and used my other hand to push the shorts down my legs. I pulled a leg out them and then the other. I was naked from the waist down, while Iris still had her clothes on. I concentrated on her pleasure, but changed the rhythm of my rubbing every few strokes to keep her orgasm at bay. I had been an attentive student in the last week and learned how to build the proper foundation for an Iris orgasm. I moved my hips closer to Iris. She had not noticed me push her dress up to completely expose her legs and panties. She also did not notice when my dick touched her hip. I took my hand away from her pussy and rubbed her stomach. With her moan of disappointment still in the air, I pushed my hand into her panties. She froze, so I played lightly with her pubes. It took a long time for her to relax. It almost hurt to keep my hips still while her mind and body fought about her next step. Desperate to have the decision fall my way, I kissed her neck. She turned towards me and sought my lips. The contact was so hard I immediately understood she wanted to hide behind it. With a screen between her mind and body, my hand reached further into her panties. Her legs opened a little wider when my fingers renewed the assault on her clit. She grabbed my hair tightly and relaxed. Knowing I had won, I slowed down again. I played with her pussy lips, stroking them up and down before parting them with a finger. I used two fingers to expose her clit, before using them how she wanted me to. I pushed the panties down her legs to give me greater access. Iris's only reaction was to turn her face away from me. I continued playing with her pussy using what I had learned to keep her final pleasure at bay but bringing it closer step by very slow step. I used my free hand to grab her hand and bring it to my dick. She closed her fingers around me. I moved my hips in rhythm with the movement of the hand bringing Iris to orgasm. She was closer than me so her body gave its signals soon after. I opened her pussy lips and used two fingers on her clit to push over the top. She put a hand over her mouth and came hard. I kept rubbing, knowing it gave her greater pleasure. When it was over, I turned to lie on my back. She let my dick go, making me think it was over, but Iris had more experience than I knew about. She turned into me and took a purposeful grasp on my dick. She stared at the wall in the same way she had when my cousin and I tried to rub our dicks on her face. She did what my cousin had termed 'The Thing' to me. I closed my eyes and smiled--it was exactly what I wanted. Iris did not play the way I had with her. She used a steady up and down stroke, until I pumped into her hand. She let me fuck her hand for a bit before using a faster stroke. I relaxed my hips on the bed, and let her continue without my help. I gasped when cum shot out of my dick. Iris kept stroking until my dick stopped cumming and my hips settled on the bed. I lay resplendent in my first successful quasi-seduction, even after Iris got up and left the room. Mutual masturbation took the pressure off rushing towards the inevitable conclusion to our sexual games. Since my mother did not say anything about my laundry, I had ignored my semen but cleaning it off the wall was not something I wanted to do, so orgasms as a part of the hand game were out. Iris and I settled into me giving her orgasms and rubbing myself to completion on the bed during the weekdays, but the weekends were rife with opportunities to play the version of the hand game that only required one bed. We made it to the middle of summer before the stakes were raised. It was not a full step up, but definitely a barrier we had to cross. It started as a normal mutual masturbation, except her panties were around one ankle. I had her legs spread and bent at the knees to give me the freest access to date. I was enjoying the freedom by keeping her at the threshold of orgasm. I had not placed her hand on my dick yet, intending our pleasure to be separate. It allowed me better control over hers. An uncle lesson was riding shotgun. "Her pleasure first," he had said. "She'll forgive you a lot, if her pleasure is always first." I had no idea what he was talking about at the time. With fingers moist from Iris's pleasure, I finally understood. Her pleasure first! Iris had her eyes closed, so she did not see when I straddled her body. In the new position, I had to reach behind me to continue stroking her pussy. I changed the motion of my fingers to one designed to get her off quickly. She came down fast and opened her eyes to the sight of me over her. She stared at my dick. I reached down and grabbed both her hands to put them on my hard-on. Iris did not look away as her hands stroked me; I watched her to make sure of it. I wanted what we were doing out in the open, and where we were heading clear to both of us. For the first time, she varied her strokes on my dick. She let me approach orgasm with one stroke and changed it to something different or stopped to hold my pleasure back. It was a new experience for me. I tried to help by thinking of other things. It did not work very well, but she was doing good enough on her own. My favorite was her hand stroking from the base of my dick and completely off with one hand and then the other. I crawled towards the largest orgasm of my life. She felt the moment come before I did and grabbed me with both hands to stroke hard and fast. It WAS the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I spewed cum on her stomach, chest, and some even made it to her neck. I had to hold on to the bottom of my bunk to keep my balance. Iris returned to the motion of one hand stroking up and off my dick, then the other. I did not get off Iris when I was done. I stared down at her; she held the eye contact. I put a hand on her stomach and spread my cum to form a film on her skin. We never stopped looking at each other. I stayed on top of her until my cum dried. ------- I had a two-day swimming competition the next weekend, which Rachel drove us to so nothing new occurred between Iris and me. The time apart gave me space to think. The thinking did not do much good since Iris and I were trading control back and forth, but I did not know until we approached the next step whose turn it would be. At least, Rachel enjoyed the trip; I was not in the mood to deal with the twins so I spent a lot of time listening to her. She drowned out the thoughts of Iris. Iris and I did not play the hand-game until the Wednesday after the competition. We reverted to the beginning with me holding her hand until she fell asleep. We were not scared, just needed to visit innocence. Sunday morning, my mother and stepfather got into a massive row which ended with him storming out of the apartment. My mother grabbed Marisa and yelled she was going to visit Aunt Esmerelda. Later in the afternoon, I heard the ice cream truck. Iris and I raced downstairs and sat in the park enjoying the cold ice cream and the heat of the day. We joined a tennis-ball baseball game after we were done. The game ended, and most of us played a game of Thirty-one, a team version of tag. At dinnertime, everyone went home. Iris and I walked to a local sandwich shop; we ate in the park without talking much. After food, we ran around the park with no real purpose. She pushed me into a fence and ran away; I chased her. It ended the way our games of sexual-grab tag always did. She ran into the apartment with me hot on her heels. I caught her in the middle of my room and tripped her. There were a couple of differences though; she was wearing sweatpants and ended up on her stomach with me on top of her. I had gotten hard when she grabbed me before running for the apartment. My dick was pressed against her ass, and she lay quietly beneath me. I thought about what I could do considering our positions. I could get up and let her turn over, but I was quite comfortable. Finally, I got up and straddled her knees. I looked at Iris; she did not move. I reached down, grabbed her sweatpants and panties, and pulled them to down. Iris wriggled restlessly when I did nothing but stare at her ass for a while. I lay down beside her and put one leg across her thighs. She settled down immediately. I push her sweatpants and panties farther down with my foot while tracing patterns with my fingers on her ass. I liked female asses; and it was the first opportunity I had to play with one. I grabbed each buttock and pulled it away from the other. I palmed each one hard before going back to tracing patterns. I wondered if she would enjoy being touched from this angle and proceeded to find out. Her pussy was already wet, so I slipped a finger inside. Iris made little moaning sounds. I rubbed her pussy, pushed a finger inside of her, and pumped it in and out for a few strokes, rubbed her clit, and went back to playing with her ass. I continued that pattern until I felt her getting real close to orgasm. I gave her clit the attention Iris needed and had a couple of fingers inside her when she convulsed with pleasure. I kept rubbing after she was done; her body did not come completely down like every other time. I got almost on top her and increased the pressure and speed I used while rubbing her pussy. She came again. It stunned me; I did not know she could do that. The magazines spoke of it, but usually it was an oral sex orgasm and a dick sex orgasm. Iris coming more than once through the same act was a revelation to me. I undid the button of my jeans. 'The Itch' came to my mind as I stared at her ass. I pushed my jeans down and off my legs. I was not scared of going all the way. It just seemed like going all the way required certain steps first. I straddled her legs and grabbed her ass cheeks. I squeezed and kneaded them for a minute. I shifted my weight and carefully placed dick between her asscheeks. Rubbing my dick back and forth felt fantastic. The contact was softer than her palms, and I controlled the motion. I alternated between spreading her asscheeks and using them to hold my dick while I rubbed against her. Finally, I lay down on top of Iris. I put more weight on my hips and rubbed with serious intention. I put my hands above her head, and she grabbed my wrists. Iris moved her ass; I sped up the movement of my hips until the pressure inside me reached the breaking point. I stopped moving, and let her finish me. I came, shooting the warmth into the space between us. I rubbed against Iris to hold on to the pleasure as long as I could. ------- Iris and I did not reach the top of the sexual ladder until the last weekend of summer. The families, my mother's and stepfather's, had a tradition of spending the last summer weekend at a lake in the mountains. We made the trip up Friday morning and usually did not come home until late Sunday afternoon. Neither side got along, but my stepfather, who insisted loudly on the families getting together, tried to make it work. The visit followed the same pattern every year. Each side made angry eyes at the other; my mother and stepfather channeled their side's dislike into vocal arguments of increasing intensity. At least, the kids did not bother trying getting along with anyone in the other family. Most of the kids spent their time at the public pool, albeit with each family on opposite sides. Iris took every opportunity in the pool to get her hands on my dick. If we played pool tag, her touch would always be laser-targeted at a point below my waist. If we were roughhousing, she tried to distract me by running her hand up and down my dick. Time out of the water was no better; she touched me every chance she got. I tried to be stoic about it but sharing a cabin with my younger cousins meant I could not get relief from Iris or myself. Late Sunday morning, I went for a walk around the lake. I tried to get all the way around every year but usually got bored too fast. I only did it to get away from the families, who were ready to come to blows. Iris decided to tag along and took great pleasure in escalating the teasing on the walk. The first time, she pulled me into the woods, shoved a hand down my swim trunks, and stroked my dick until I got hard. She stopped suddenly and ran down the path. I had no choice except to follow her, especially when I saw a pair of hikers coming our way, preventing the actualization of any vengeful thoughts. Five minutes later, she did it again. The time after that one, she pushed my trunks down and stroked my dick for a lot longer. It was probably a good thing that when she ran we were not alone on the path for fifteen minutes. We made it almost one-fourth of the way around before she asked when we were going to head back. I shrugged and turned around. She pulled me into the woods, pushed my trunks down, and stroked me to violent hardness. She ran when I moved to grab her. I pulled my trunks up and got back on the path. While the game was extremely frustrating, I took comfort in the fact that I knew where she lived and would get relief later. Of course, it was not really my thought process, just a justification for getting too distracted every time she pulled me into the woods and not being able to grab her before she ran. Back at the campsite, it was obvious my mother and stepfather's yearly blowout came sooner than expected. They had made it to three pm every year, but twelve-thirty was the limit this time. My mother pointed Iris and me towards an uncle's van. Iris and I glanced at each before tearing ass to avoid any crossfire. We jumped into the van, looked around, moved to the back where my uncle (who was not in a very successful marriage) kept a mattress and claimed it against the arrival of other passengers. We were surprised when we heard the driver side door slam shut. Someone started the van and pulled it out of the parking spot. "Both you stay back there, and be quiet!" my mother yelled. Iris and I looked at each other nervously. We peeked over the back seat and saw that it was only my mother in the van with us. We ducked behind the seat before she could notice us. We sat there waiting for my mother to pull over and let someone else get in the van. There was more than enough room in the other cars since my uncle had driven up alone, but we figured she would want someone to talk to. We startled when my mother turned the radio on loudly. Iris and I played a sitting version of our hand game. There was more pulling on each other in the game than usual. When we made it to the highway, Iris lay down with her face away from me. I turned around so I faced the front of the van. We were on the highway for twenty minutes when my body remembered it was still horny from Iris's teasing on the walk. I put my hands on the small of her back and rubbed it. She wore a thin, short summer dress, which moved freely beneath my hands. I watched as every upward movement made the dress ride up. I rubbed her back a little higher, bunching the dress up, and moved my hands upward with just enough pressure so the dress followed. I got the dress to an inch below her ass before I moved to rubbing the back of her thighs. I used my fingertips and nails to trace small circles and long lines on her skin. She shivered at the treatment. I put a hand on the inside of her knee and ran it up until I was beneath her dress. I pushed that side of the dress over her ass. I traded hands and pushed the other side of the dress up to her waist. I returned to the small circles on her skin to see if she would let the dress stay there. She did, so I moved my fingertips and nails to her ass cheeks. I straddled her legs and palmed her ass with both hands. She pushed up into my hands. It was permission for me to keep going. I outlined the edges of her white panties. I waited for her to wriggle her ass restlessly before I moved on. We had done it enough times that the steps in our dance might as well have been choreographed. It took longer than usual to get to the end because my mother was in the same space. With my mother in the van, I was nervous, but something about the dance also differed from every other time. I got up on my knees to look over the backseat. My mother was focused on the road and talking out her anger. I had seen her like that before and thought we might make the entire a five-hour drive without taking a break. I sat back and looked at Iris's ass. I reached to the waist of her panties and pulled them down. She raised her hips so I could get them past the important area. I moved backwards and until they were past her knees. I got off her legs, raised her calves, and in a quick motion took them completely off her. She tried to turn and get up to protest, but I straddled one of her legs and held her down with a hand on the small of her back. She lay down, but her body tensed as she prepared to make another attempt. I pushed the leg I was not straddling away to give me better access. I opened her pussy lips with my free hand, put two fingers on her clit, and rubbed. She raised her ass--not to get up, but to increase the pressure on her clit. Having gotten the vote from her body, I eased off to grab and knead her ass. I looked at her pussy as it opened and closed in reaction to what I did to her ass. She moaned when I pulled a hand off her ass and penetrated her with two fingers. I fucked her with my fingers. Iris preferred to get her clit directly stimulated, mostly because just finger-fucking made her climb to orgasm slow. I had learned it was easier to keep Iris up there using this method though. Iris had enjoyed more than one orgasm per session since I discovered it was possible. It changed our sexual relationship; her participation became more open, and somehow, even when she had the lead, I controlled the action. It was something I filed away as information, which might prove useful later. I pulled my fingers out and rubbed her clit. I wanted Iris to have an orgasm but not come down completely. I did not have to wait long; she pushed her face into the mattress, lifting her ass and pressing it into my hand. I took my fingers from her clit and pushed them inside her. Iris was too far-gone not to orgasm, but it had a touch of emptiness. I needed the emptiness; my body was in total agreement with the whispers that started in the woods as Iris teased me. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy slowly. I made each dip shallower so she had to raise her ass if she wanted to get deeper penetration. She did exactly what I wanted and when she was in position I stopped moving my fingers back. I got on my knees, keeping my upper body low so my mother could not see me over the backseat. I pushed one side of my shorts down. I kept to the motion with my fingers so Iris would not turn around. I had been naked with her before, especially in this position, but I did not want to take the chance my mother's presence would make Iris wary. I pushed the other side of my shorts down. I shoved my fingers as deep into Iris as I could and rubbed them against the inside walls of her pussy. She rolled her ass, needing another orgasm to fill the emptiness the previous one left behind. I pushed my shorts as low as they could go before maneuvering a leg out of them. Getting them over my sneakers was a bitch, so I took them off before attempting to free my other leg from the shorts. Fate was on my side; if my mother had stopped, Iris and I would not have been able to get dressed fast enough to avoid getting caught. I straddled Iris's leg again. She pressed her face in the mattress again, telling me another orgasm rapidly approached. I bent Iris's other leg at the knee and pushed it away from me. This opened her pussy. I moved forward and shifted over so my dick was pointed where I wanted to sheathe it. I took the finger out of her pussy and moved my hand down so my thumb was rubbing her clit. It slowed her ascent but soon after she began the final approach to orgasm. My hips inched closer. She was too intent on her orgasm's prequel to feel when my dick touched her as I moved into position. It was another uncle lesson I had finally come to understand: "Get her close to the edge, and she'll take just about anything if it gets her over also." Iris was close and so was I. I touched her pussy with my dick for the first time. I rubbed her clit faster so she would not notice. Iris's ass was raised high enough that I could keep my balance as I used my other hand to get the right alignment with my dick. I opened her pussy with that hand and placed the head of my dick carefully so when I let go of her pussy lips, they closed around it. I pushed forward enough to know I would penetrate with one swift movement. I grabbed her asscheek with my free hand so she would be open for the thrust. I was not in a very comfortable position, but my dick was the focus of my attention. I pressed my thumb harder against her clit and made the circular motion smaller. She quivered, which signaled the beginning of her orgasm. I thrust forward with my hips, getting two inches of my dick inside of her. Iris tried to get up, which seated me deeper in her pussy. I moved to block her escape. I grabbed the base of her ponytail with my left hand and pulled her head back. I reached around with my right hand to cover her mouth. I held my hand over her mouth until she got the message that I wanted her to keep quiet. In the meantime, I moved my knee to block the leg I was not straddling from moving inward to keep her pussy open to me. I took my right hand off her mouth and grabbed her asscheeck tightly. I used my grip to pull Iris's hips up to give me better access. I could not wait any longer; I pulled back an inch and thrust into Iris, trying to get all of my dick inside her. I almost managed it. I pulled back a couple of inches from the level of penetration her body allowed me and thrust again. It got me as far as the position we were in would allow. Iris moved her hips down at the end trying to avoid the brunt of my thrust. It did not make much of a difference, my dick was firmly inside its first pussy. I felt one of the best feelings in the world suddenly. It was so unique to my experience that I opened my eyes. Iris did a small roll with her hips, similar to the one she used to signal I could take her panties off during our dance. After the roll, her pussy squeezed my dick as if it was trying to push me out. I pushed back into her to prevent it. Iris's pussy opened to accept the push and squeezed me. A flood of new warmth surrounded my dick. Iris thrust back with her ass, and her pussy squeezed me again. I was still pulling Iris's head back by her ponytail, but she had a hand over her mouth, trying to prevent any noise from escaping. She was a willing participant in the fucking, and it took me over the top. I pulled back halfway and thrust into her before I lost it. It was another one of those best feelings in the world; my cock releasing cum into a pussy. I convulsed as another shot of cum escaped into her. Iris had learned something about this somewhere, she moved her hips and bore down on my dick to milk it. I did not pull back or try to push further into her. I let go of her ponytail and put my hand down beside her head. All of my weight settled on her, keeping me inside of Iris as I enjoyed the last vestiges of my first fuck orgasm. I should have pulled out of Iris and lay down beside her. It should have been how my first fuck ended, but I had been teased in increasing intensity for the three days. I was also at an age where quantity counted as sexual stamina. The friction of pulling my dick out Iris was a source of pleasure. I had been too busy in the first series of thrusts, concentrating on getting inside of Iris, to 'experience' the feel of being inside my first pussy. I had come down far enough, so the feeling of a pussy around my dick became the focus. I pulled back, but Iris's pussy gently fought the motion. I only got halfway, before I moved my hips forward so I was heading toward depth again. I did it again: pulled back slowly, allowing her pussy a chance to try to convince my dick not to leave, and thrust into her just as slowly. I did it for a while, a slow pull-back and a thrust. I put my right hand on her asscheek and pulled upward again. I sat up a little more so I could look at our joining. I pulled back almost completely out of Iris and pushed in again. It hypnotized me: the motion, the vision of my dick and her pussy mated. When I pulled back her pussylips puffed outward as if it was elongating to give me a chance to change my mind. Thrusting forward, her pussy turned inward, welcoming my dick. I wanted to try something I saw in a magazine and had almost cum at the sight. I grabbed her right leg with my hand and pulled it towards her left leg. I shifted my legs so she was between them. The position change had almost taken my dick out of her so I thrust inside deeply. I sat back further, pulling some of my dick out of her. I thrust into her and back in using small hip motions. It looked fantastic, almost as if I was fucking her ass. It felt even better though, especially when she got into it and pushed back with her hips as I fucked into her. My horniness increased and I got harder than I remember being up to that point. I tried to speed up my thrusts, but they were no longer enough. I put my hands on either side of her shoulders and shifted so most of my weight was at our joining. Iris did something with her ass, giving me a better angle. The thrusting was not very coordinated; Iris did not help by attempting to thrust with me. Most the time we missed the timing, so she was moving downward when I was. I put a stop to it by pressing my hips down and holding the pressure. She got the message immediately and stopped moving. I gave an experimental pump back and into her; Iris took it without moving. It set me free to do what I needed to release the building orgasm. The thrusts were slow at first, because of our failed attempt at synchronizing. During that first fuck and later, slow full thrusts were my favorite. I pulled back as far as I could so only the head of my dick was inside her and pushed completely into her again. I pulled out so only the tip of my dick was in her opening, marking where I was going when I reversed direction. The slow fuck back into her felt like I was reliving a part of my first penetration into pussy. The part of me still aware of my surroundings took note that the slow pullout and re-penetration were driving Iris crazy. Not a bad crazy, but a 'if I keep this up the orgasm is going to feel like it lasted a week to her' insane. Unfortunately, the rest of me wanted a version of insane for myself which would only last a couple of seconds. I only pulled out about halfway and thrust back into Iris hard. She grunted, and her pussy squeezed me in the beginning throes of her orgasm. My control shattered, and I fucked in and out of her as fast as I could. It was not long before I felt something clench in my ass, and the floodgates opened. I managed to grip the mattress in my hands as cum seemed to pour out of my dick into Iris. It was a different orgasm than the first, longer and accompanied by a dull ache on my dick. I dropped my forehead, resting it on Iris's ponytail. She clenched and unclenched her pussy on my cock while rolling her hips. I wondered if my aunts had given her some sexual lectures (like my uncles had given me) as her actions were exactly what I needed to cradle my fall from orgasm. This time I did pull out and slid next to her side. I put my hand on her back and closed my eyes. I knew I could not fall asleep, but most of me wanted desperately to do just that. I sat up when I felt myself drifting; knowing if I let the tide take me, my mother would catch me naked. I looked around, grabbed my shorts and Iris' panties. She had sat up with me but did not look at me when I handed the panties to her. I put my shorts on and lay down, looking at the ceiling of the van. I guessed we must not have made TOO much noise since my mother had not yelled at us to be quiet or stopped the van to investigate. Dressed, I let myself go when I began to drift off. I have never been capable of smelling 'post-coital' scents. I could definitely tell by smell when a woman was turned on, but it was the only sex smell I could recognize. If I had more experience though, even I would have known the smell in the closed van was overpowering enough that my mother did not have to guess what Iris and I were doing. We visited a rest stop two hours from home. We had left the rest of the families far behind according to my mother. She was very talkative and physically affectionate to me. We rarely touched so it was a surprise to have her hug me four or five times in a half hour period. I put it down to her needing comfort, since the argument with my stepfather had been more venomous than usual. I hoped it marked the end of the marriage. We piled into the van, and I sat in the backseat staring at the road. I did not think I raped Iris, but I was a little disturbed by the thought I might have forced something on her she was not ready to do. I did not doubt she enjoyed it, but still... Iris sat in the passenger seat chatting with my mother. I stared at her, trying to figure out what she was feeling. She was relaxed and looked happy to entertain my mother with girl talk. As I continued staring, I noticed she seemed more real to me. I shrugged thinking it probably had to do with the sex and if she did not think I forced her, we would probably be doing more of it. I figured those kind of things probably make someone more real to a thirteen-year-old boy. I looked into the back of the van to see if we had messed up the mattress, and nearly panicked. Lying in the middle of the mattress was Iris's white panties. I snapped back to look at her. She had not gone into the back of the van after the rest stop. I gave them to her, but she must not have put them on. She had been walking around and eating with her sex exposed! She was wearing a thin short summer dress so there must have been slips where other people could notice. Even now sitting in the passenger seat, my mother could have seen her panty-less state if she looked for it. For the rest of the trip, the scene played out in my head. "Iris are you wearing panties?" my mother would ask curiously. "No sis, David took them from me," Iris would reply innocently, sealing my fate. After that, my only hope would be a truck crossing the divider and hitting us head-on. If my stepfather was the one that found out, he would be proven right about everything and be very his type of male about the entire situation to my mother and me. Nothing happened, but I was on tender-hooks until my mother parked in front of our apartment building. I made sure to get the panties from the back of the van. I had nowhere to hide them so I stuffed them in my shorts. We hung out in the park with the girl talk continuing while waiting for the rest of the families. I sat across from their park bench praying I would escape from the 'Iris without panties around the families' situation. I noticed I was getting peeks of peach-fuzz and pussy lips every now and then. She definitely had to have given someone at the rest stop a show. I became increasingly surprised my mother had not noticed yet. The families arrived, and we separated everyone's belongings. There was still a lot of food so they declared a truce so we could eat. It nearly drove me crazy; there were more people around Iris, and I knew any minute I would hear the question. "Iris, why aren't you wearing panties?" "David took them off me in the van." I froze as one of my uncle's put a hand on the small of Iris's back to lean down and talk to her. Normally, I would not have noticed what happened next, but everything Iris did and what people might see because of it had become very important. My uncle's hand dipped downward, patted a cheek, and cupped it. His hand stopped as he discovered what I feared someone would. He moved his hand to the small of her back and ran his fingers down the crack of her ass, looking to confirm what he already knew. You would think it would not be possible for me to be more still than frozen, but I managed it. My mind shutdown to protect me from the ramifications when my uncle looked at me, smiled, and nodded. I nodded back dumbly. The truce held long enough for the families to make it into the liquor. It was a public park so the conspiracy helped keep the truce alive until enough of them hit the initial stages of drunk. I carried our stuff upstairs, figuring it would give me a little peace before the war started. I was surprised everyone stopped the hostilities before things got nasty and ignored the sniper fire between my mother and my stepfather. I just watched Iris and my uncles as my mind allowed me access to the possibilities in my uncle's smile. Iris had lived with his family before moving in with us. His wife was from the old country and reminded me of my aunts. She did not 'quite' worship my uncle, but he was in charge and I do not think she could imagine it any other way or wish it. My mind shutdown again as I tried to process the fact most of my uncles inspected Iris for panties, and each gave me the same smile and nod. Suddenly, something occurred to me, making my heart stopped and then race. I had not thought about the consequences of what I was doing, so pregnancy had not been on my mind before, during, or after I fucked Iris. A baby would be much more difficult to explain than someone not wearing panties. My breath exploded out of my lungs, as I remembered it was one bullet I would not be catching. The 'next level' physicals the twins and I had taken were also necessary because we spent two months trading childhood diseases between the three of us. The doctors had worried the combination of diseases, the fevers we ran, and our age could combine for permanent damage. The parents had been told to get us tested as soon as they had proof we were ejaculating. I was the unlucky one. I had been at the beginning of major sexual development when the first disease struck. The reason the conversation with my doctor was uncomfortable had to do with him trying to explain in front of my mother that the odds of my having children without major medical assistance were astronomically low. I was, except for a one in one hundred million chance, sterile. The good side of the conversation came to me as I sat watching Iris. I relaxed and thought that considering I dodged a big bullet, what did it matter if Iris was walking around without panties. I went back to watching my uncles and Iris. My eyes wandered over to Aunt Esmeralda. She was watching me watch my uncles and Iris. It was in her eyes, she knew what I had done too. She smiled at me. It was a hungry smile, and my mind did the shutdown trick for the third time that afternoon. It was much longer before my mind let me look at my extended family again. There was something going on, underneath the surface, but they were letting me see it for the first time. I sat in the park during the rest of the families' drunken truce, trying to figure out all the possibilities. It was fruitless but better than looking too deeply into the ones, which made the most sense. I headed upstairs to shower when it became obvious sobriety was going to make an early visit. I took a long shower with water almost hot enough to scald. I did not do a lot of thinking; mostly I let the heat wash over me. I got out of the shower when I heard the loud knock on the door. I did not want my stepfather on my case. It had, all in all, been a great day, even with the confusion of my family and the fears over Iris. I did not think Iris was going to hold the way it happened against me, and if she did, it would only be for a little while. I would have to take a step or two back in that situation, but we lived in the same room. I had time, and she could not avoid me. I walked to my room with just shorts and a t-shirt on. I heard my mother and Iris talking in the kitchen when I passed it. It was dark out and almost my bedtime so there was no reason not to get into bed. I was hoping to avoid any conversation with Iris in case she nursed a grudge for what I had done. The next day would be soon enough to deal with any problems. The door opening woke me up. I turned my head to see who it was. Iris walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her. I looked at the clock; I had slept for an hour. I stared at the ceiling while Iris got ready for bed. I listened for noises outside our room, but there was nothing. Marisa would have dropped as soon as the opportunity allowed after the weekend she had. My stepfather had been the heaviest drinker in the park, so he was probably asleep or rapidly approaching it. My mother had been kept busy during the trip so I knew she would crash the first chance she got too. Iris got into her bunk. I listened to her get comfortable. I looked back at the ceiling and thought about what happened in the van. I could see in my mind what I had done; my body remembered how she felt around my dick. I hoped I had not crossed the line so I could enjoy it again soon. I put my hand on my dick as it hardened. I gave some serious thought to masturbation but decided not to because I did not want to bring Iris and me to a head just then. I heard the hand on the wall beside me. I turned and looked at it. Iris had reached up where she knew my hips would be and was trying to grab at me. I put my hand on hers. She grabbed it and pulled on it to get my hand on her side. I let her hand go and rolled off the side of the bed to stand beside our bunks. I looked at her. She had pulled her hand down and lay down completely on the bed. She pulled her legs up so they were bent at the knees, spread. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and pushed the shorts off my body. I crawled between her legs; she reached between us and grabbed my dick. I looked at her face; she was smiling. I kissed her hard as I felt Iris place me carefully where a small movement had me penetrating her with the head of my dick. I felt her hands on my hips, and she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. I pushed into her, penetrating as deep as I could while my tongue invaded her mouth. She was wet and warm. Iris brought her legs up and took a light grip on my sides with her thighs. She hitched her hips. The motion got me a little deeper; her body opened to accept the extra depth my body required. It had been a practiced motion; she knew what it would do for her, what it would do for me. I thought about my uncles smiling at me, about my aunt smiling at me. Hers had been a hungry smile. I pumped into Iris as she grabbed my head and made the kiss more intimate. I wanted to give her pleasure, but I wanted to cum inside of her again. It was only the second time I had been inside a woman, and my body wanted the completion that came with losing control. I did what I remembered seeing in a magazine. I put my hands on the inside of her legs. I pulled my upper body back and pushed her legs down to spread her even more beneath me. I held her like that. I lost control and thrust in/out hard. She yelped and grabbed my hips, not to stop me, just to be touching me. I let the control stay lost and pumped into her as hard as I could. She dug her nails into my hips in approval. I looked at her but could barely focus. I kept pumping in and out of her hard. I felt small prickles on my chest as I approached my orgasm. She put me over the top when she came. Iris pushed her hips up. She rolled her hips in wild circles as her body drowned in pleasure. I felt my dick being rubbed against the walls of her pussy. I stopped moving, but it only made her circle harder and faster. I shot into her as the stimulation became too much. She reached up and pulled me into a kiss as she kept her hips moving; not to give herself pleasure, but to extend mine. I kissed her through my orgasm, past the aftershocks, and until my dick softened. I tried to get up to pull out of her, but she wrapped her arms around me and kept me in place. I looked at her, and she shook her head. I let her have her way and kissed her again. We slept spooned. We got lots of opportunities to sleep like that, as my stepfather was in and out of the house. There had been something different about the argument on the day I lost my virginity. My mother was on a hair trigger with him. She never came into Iris and my room, so if my stepfather was staying with his brother Iris and I could sleep together after sex. Iris and I did not get experimental with sex, not even oral sex. We were young and horny. I wanted my dick in her and she wanted the same thing; different positions were as daring as we got. I learned some control, but for the most part I got her off with my hands and entered her for my own orgasm. Expanding my sexual horizons was left for the next summer. ------- Chapter 4A: More Aunts The middle of a young story ------- I was not particularly looking forward to the fourteenth summer of my life; fate seemed set on balancing the book on my good fortune. Within a few months of my thirteenth birthday, I learned about masturbation and lost my virginity. My biggest sexual problem for the year was whether my mother had kicked my stepfather out that week, which allowed me to sleep in the same bed as Iris. I became convinced my luck had ended when my stepfather and mother announced the 'family' would be spending the summer in Puerto Rico--an obvious attempt to save the marriage. Both were changing jobs and had the money saved to take an entire summer off. My prayers proved in vain--my mother made it clear that I would be getting on the airplane with them. I was tempted to be unpleasant, especially after the twins said I could stay in the mansion, but did not know how it would pan out, so I settled for a grudging defeat with favorable concessions. I wanted to be on the high school swim team with the twins. There was no question they would make it; they were better than me. When I asked the coach what I needed to do to improve my times, he designed a swim program for me to follow during the summer. I had help getting the biggest concession; my mother was adamant about pool access during our vacation. I would be attending, on 'scholarship', a private (meaning expensive) high school with the Smith twins. Marisa attended our grammar school on the same scholarship; everyone assumed she would attend the same high school eventually. Roger Smith set up the scholarship for us, and no one scrapped it after his death. My stepfather looked like he was going to fight the summer swim program until Marisa threw the maternal ancestor of all tantrums. She was truly impressive. There was no heat to the tantrum; Marisa coldly used every trick in an eleven-year-old little girl's 'wrapping daddy around my pinkie' bag. Marisa was spoiled, and I had a heavy hand in her being that way; but the tantrum showed she understood we received the best education money could buy (not to mention Tia Rachel's great Birthday, Christmas, Three Kings' Day, Halloween, Easter presents or Tia Rachel only has sons so a few times a year she needs to take a certain little girl shopping for the 'joy' of buying girlie stuff) was my relationship with the Smith twins. Marisa was not having any part of someone endangering the lifestyle to which she had become accustomed--daddy had to get over it! Luckily, my stepfather's sister, Blanca, offered a workable solution. She worked at a university and arranged access to the necessary facilities by lying about the need to continue my 'Olympic' training. She also volunteered to drive me from the family farm to the university every morning. I would be able to practice, spend the afternoon in her place, and she would drive me back at night. My stepfather agreed but grumbled about it not lasting a week. Nobody really understood; the twins and I were dependent on the united front we presented the world. My will was not an obstacle to completing the coach's program. So my stepfather got his family vacation while I got my training and was away for most of the day. My stepfather probably liked the last part too. Iris would spend the summer with one of my uncles. His wife was not having a good post-pregnancy, especially because their other child gleefully lived up to the Terrible-Twos paradigm. The last stumbling block was the school since my stepfather wanted to leave in the middle of June, a week before school ended. Marisa and I had stellar grades, and the school benefited greatly from Smith generosity so the path was smoothed for us. Iris and I went a little sex-crazy during the couple of weeks before I left. We had sex every afternoon and an instant replay most nights. We slept in her bed, even with my stepfather staying in the apartment. It was the closest we ever came to getting caught. My mother seemed to have a blind spot when it came to Iris and me, and while my stepfather acted suspicious, he never trusted me anyway. My stepfather and I came very naturally to our mutual dislike. I had not met a male relative of my mother who liked him: not her father, her brothers, or even a cousin twice removed. None of her female relatives liked him either: not her mother, her sisters, or even her brothers' wives. She also NEVER allowed him to discipline me. I was fairly tame but broke enough rules to deserve punishment here and there. She took care of it... most of the time. It became a very sore point when the twins and I got into their father's liquor cabinet. Roger Smith took us out to the woodshed. My mother accepted his actions, which caused a huge argument at home. It got ever huger, when my stepfather discovered my uncles were on the list of people allowed to guide me to a nearby woodshed if I became lost along the way. In fact, he was the only one without a key or possible locations to any woodsheds I might need to visit. My mother did not allow him any fatherly role in my life. When I needed a male presence, she pushed me towards my uncles or Roger Smith. "At least, his father was a real man!" were the words that sealed my stepfather's enmity towards me. She used them to end the first argument I ever heard about me. All of this led to my stepfather having certain beliefs. He believed my mother's allowances would make me a 'weak man'. He believed my mother was in a long-standing affair with Roger Smith and the friendship between the twins and I gave them plenty of opportunities to get together. He believed my uncles freely vocalized their negative opinions of him around me me. He believed I held him in contempt. I believe if he had ever seen me interacting with my uncles, martial arts instructors, swimming coach, and Roger Smith, he would have known the first one was untrue. He also ignored the very good reasons he gave me, all on his own, to think less of him. He probably would have caught Iris and me naked in the same bed the week before we left, if a fresh round of hostilities between him and my mother had not broken out. Those arguments forced living arrangements for the summer, which almost convinced me the fates took a certain voyeuristic pleasure in arranging the details of my sex life. But something else happened before we left; Rachel and I had an encounter, which changed our relationship. The twins invited me to stay over the night before I left. They were a little apprehensive about spending the whole summer with no one to run interference. The twins did not get along with other people; emotionally, they did not need anyone else. I never pushed it, but Rachel did and was rebuffed at every turn. After their father died, their guilt grew over the emotional pain their need for distance caused Rachel. I enjoyed the dinner and playing video games until the twins went to sleep. I gave them time alone; their sexual maturity traveled a different path. I sat in the kitchen staring out the window when Rachel came downstairs for a glass of water. "Hey, baby... what are you doing up?" Rachel started calling me 'baby' during the comfort period after her husband's death. It made me feel like I was closer to her. "Just thinking about the vacation," I said. "The thought of Puerto Rico is depressing you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Those young Puerto Rican girls; you'll be hounded the entire summer. If you grow any more, they'll follow you back here." I had a growth spurt that year, some of which Iris enjoyed a lot. My blush made Rachel to smile broadly. "I like the thought of any girls--I just don't know why my mother is wasting her time." "Some hearts have to try, baby," she said walking over and putting a comforting hand on my arm. "Do you think she loves him?" I asked. Rachel stared at me and treated me like more than the boy I was. "I'm pretty sure she doesn't, baby." She looked sad at having to admit it. I remembered my mother's relationship with Rachel's husband and tried to think of something else to talk about. "Well baby, if you think it's going to be a rough summer for you," she sighed, "think about how it's going to be for me." I saw how much the admission that the twins and her needed someone else to connect them cost her. I looked down at the floor and thought about how far I could go to make her happy but not betray the twins' trust. "Do you want some advice on how to make it better with the twins, Rachel?" I asked without looking up. "Sure, baby. I'll try anything at this point," she replied. There was no conviction in her voice. I walked around the kitchen island until it was between us and leaned against the sink. I waited until she looked at me. "You are not going to take the offer seriously, are you?" I asked. She wore a thin red silk sleeping gown and part of the reason I moved away was to avoid being distracted. "Baby, don't take it that way; you're just..." she stumbled, trying to find a word which would not offend. "Young." I could have been cruel and reminded her that she had not been able to cross the moat the twins erected against the world. Some of the other lessons about women my uncles gave me began to make sense though. "How about we bet on it?" I challenged. I was too young to carry it off well, but youth has its own reserve of arrogance. "A bet? Isn't that a bit childish?" she asked with just the barest hint of anger. "I have to prove I know I'm right," I replied. She folded her arms below her breasts and gave me an angry look. "I'm a fourteen-year old boy, and you're a thirty-year old woman. There's no way you're going to listen; you're already convinced I can't know better. I'm too young, right?" She studied me. Her eyes changed expression, as if she were remembering something. She nodded for me to continue. "I can't beat the age thing, but you'll listen if you think what I have to gain is something I really want," I said, meeting her eyes. "And if what I offer to lose is something I really don't want to, but could still answer your question if I did." She looked confused, making me sigh. "Say we bet... if I win, you get what you want but what I have to gain makes you think I'm going try REALLY hard to win. If you win, what I lose is something you think might get you what you want anyway, but that I'm going to try very hard not to lose." "Baby, you have a good future as a lawyer or a mobster," she said laughing. "Well?" I asked. She shrugged, "A fourteen-year-old boy offers a thirty-year old woman a win-win situation, she has to listen." "If at the end of the summer, you think you've got a better relationship with the twins, I win. If not, you win," I said laying down the bet. "But you have to be honest." She nodded. "If I win, I get a kiss, a REAL one," I said, proud my voice did not crack. Her eyebrows shot up. "I've had a crush on you for a long time, so you know I want that kiss." Uncle lesson: the truth is a weapon few women can defend against. Rachel leaned on the island and stared at me. "If I lose, I'll answer, truthfully, any question, any time, about the twins." My eyes bored into her. "The twins are my best friends, my only friends except for you. I would be betraying them, so you know I do not want to lose." She continued staring at me. "What made you like this?" she asked quietly. "Hey... think of it this way," I answered, "Either I'm a fourteen-year old boy who thinks he has a way to steal a kiss, or I'm a fourteen-year old young man who can help but has to make you listen first?" Her eyes softened as she shook her head. "No, David," she said. "What you just offered isn't something a fourteen-year old with a crush thinks up. And fourteen-year old young men aren't that sympathetic. How did you get like this?" Her voice was angry, but I did not know why. I stared at her; Rachel was the person who knew me best. I had told her, just about everything since I was eleven. Her reaction infuriated me. What right did she have to be angry when I was offering help? If she had been willing to listen, we would not have needed the bet. I was still a fourteen-year-old facing the woman at the center of most of his sexual fantasies. My relationship with Iris had taken the sexual pressure of being a teenager off, but sexual experience was not sexual maturity. I had also been angry for a very long time. "Marisa's room used to be mine," I said between my teeth. She pulled back, not to escape but aware of the danger. She nodded, having been in our apartment a few times. She never enjoyed it; my stepfather tried to flirt. "Did you ever wonder why we switched?" She shook her head warily. "When I was eight, I heard my stepfather try to rape my mother. Both bedroom doors were open," I said, trying for an emotionless tone of voice and getting close. Her eyes widened; womanly instinct took over and she came around the island. "I only say try, because I don't know if he did or not." I said. "I think he did. Do you know why she didn't leave?" She shook her head again; I had stolen her voice. "She didn't think she had anywhere to go," I said, the anger slipping into my voice. "Is that what it does? Make you forget you have family. I'll tell you what it did to me; I make sure my bedroom door is always closed." I stared out the window; she put her hand on my shoulder. "He hits her," I said. "I don't remember him doing it before that night." Her hand slipped off my shoulder. "I wish I was man enough to get between them when he does," I said, almost to myself. I could feel her tears. "She just takes it. No matter what it does to Marisa; she just takes it." I swore I would not cry for my mother, and it had become much, much easier to hold the tears back. "He knows," I said nodding. "He knows I'll kill him if he touches Marisa." "Baby, no!" she said, finally finding words. I turned to her and smiled. "Don't worry, Rachel. Other kids have it worse, right? At least, she doesn't let him touch me." I wanted to wipe away her tears. "She chooses it. I have accept that, but I choose this between me and her." She did not have to ask what I meant. Rachel and my mother had remote relationships with their sons in common. "I won't allow me and my mother to be fixed, but I can help you," I finished. She met my eyes and nodded in acceptance. I hesitated, thinking of how to get over the barrier of her motherhood. "You treat Patrick and Sean different than how they see themselves," I said. She tilted her head. "I get along with them because I don't treat them like Sean AND Patrick." She moved back and the anger returned to her eyes. I smiled; she would not want to accept what I had to say. "You have to treat them like they're one person, Rachel." "No!" the protest exploded out of her. "They are not freaks." "I didn't say they were freaks, Rachel." She looked away, trying not to be angry with me for a truth she already knew. "That's who they are. Inside their mind, there's only one person." She shook her head. "I don't know why it happened. Maybe it is crazy, but I know they're okay." She shook her head; the tears started again. I wondered about those tears. What was it that did not allow her accept the twins' psychiatric makeup; they had a bond no one but them really understood. "If Sean does something wrong, punish both of them, and the other way around." She tried to intimidate me with her eyes into silence. I got tired of her not listening. My anger escaped once more. "How long do you think you could hold on to one if the other died?" I asked. She slapped me! I think she was more surprised than me. She gasped, and I turned away. I felt the pressure behind my eyes and could not stop the tears from forming. "David..." she tried. I walked towards the kitchen door. "David, don't." she tried again. I stopped in the doorway and half-turned towards her. I did not look at her, so that she would not see the tears. "You accepted the bet, Rachel. You have to try, at least for the summer." The twins were waiting up for me. I explained what had happened. They understood why I could not stay in the mansion. I waited until Rachel was asleep and walked home. It took a long time but gave me the chance to think. I should not have tried to help knowing Rachel would have to change, but Roger Smith had learned at the end from observing me with his sons. It lifted some of the weight when his illness ran him down. Rachel tried to contact me the next day. My mother wanted me to get on the phone, but I stood my ground so she had a long conversation with Rachel instead. For the first time, I wondered how the friendship between the twins and I sat with Roger's wife and his mistress. I had a seat well away from the 'family' on the airplane and more time to think. We spent two days with my stepfather's brother. It was the home of the male cousin who initiated the sexual play between Iris and me. Sex did not make me more mature, but not having to be a teenager about it gave me time to focus on other maturing experiences. It made the two days with my cousin uncomfortable. He was fifteen and had hit his sexual stride. He was not getting any, but he barely thought about anything else. He talked about his 'sex life' and described it in such lurid detail I knew he was lying out of his ass. I had Iris on her stomach trying to find out how long I could hold out if I stroked deeply into her and came out completely. Not long enough! I knew what a girl looked like when the initial impaling was enough to get her off because she had been thinking about it all day. Fucking beautiful! Iris provided sex whenever I wanted it and had a sexual appetite to match mine. My cousin talked, and it told me he had no experience with what he described or he would have done what I was doing. Kept his mouth shut so he did not lose it! The drive to my stepfather's farm was a blessed two hours of silence. It was his mother's farm, but he talked about retiring there so much we called it his. I had been taught how to show respect to his mother so as we approached the old woman on steps to the porch of the main house I knew what to do. "Bendicion." Bless me I was supposed to call her 'grandmother', but there was no blood between us and I refused to. "Bendicion, mi hijo." Bless you, my son. I let her touch my forehead. She knew what I had been asked to do and forgave the disrespect. I have always been surprised that the people who understand teenagers the most are seniors. Maybe they do not understand, but are just willing to accept that we have our own lessons to learn. Marisa did not ask for a blessing; she hugged her grandmother as if it was not the first time they met. The old woman cried as she held her granddaughter tightly. I nodded, if Marisa was happy, the swimming program would be enough for me. A woman in her mid-twenties came out of the house, and pulled Marisa out of the old woman's arms. "Hello, Marisa. I'm Blanca, your Tia," she said smiling. My sister grabbed her cheeks and demonstrated the patent-pending 'You WILL love me!' kiss. My eyes were drawn to the other person who came out of the house. She was my height with long, straight black hair. She had finely cut features and a body at the cusp of maturity. She had dark eyes filled with an innocence that called me. "This is Carolina. She's also your aunt, Marisa," Blanca said. Marisa reached out as Carolina approached and planted another kiss on a willing victim. Blanca had dyed-blonde hair and was unashamed of her dark roots. She carried herself with an arrogance, which trumpeted this was a woman that knew who and what she was. Two inches taller than me: a slim but athletic build with high, pert breasts qualified as perfect under the champagne glass rule. She had a pretty face, and looking around I realized why she was nicknamed Blanca. Her skin was significantly lighter than the rest of her family, especially Carolina who reflected in the latte range. Blanca's eyes flared when Carolina kissed me in welcome. I tried to decipher what was behind their eyes. Carolina's held expectation when she pulled back; Blanca's changed from surprise to calculation. Marisa's grandmother shooed us inside for a much needed meal. Blanca told my mother and me about arrangements she had made. The farm was located outside the suburbs of the nearest city. Blanca picked up Carolina during the school year so she was accustomed to the drive. She had talked to the university's swim coach. The school usually ran a summer pool camp so no administrative busybody would think anything of me being around. Blanca explained the coach was very respected and would be available if I needed help. I thanked her and thought I would be taking advantage of the offer since my coach had me practicing the four competitive strokes. The first hint that the summer was not going to go as I thought came when the adults asked Carolina to show Marisa and me the farm. It made me suspicious, but I could not say anything. Carolina was bright and cheery. I became convinced I must have been seeing things in her eyes after the kiss. She seemed like a normal sixteen-year-old girl stuck on a farm with visiting relatives, without the expected resentment. The family worked with livestock, prize breeding bulls and pigs, rather than crops. One of the brothers lived on the farm and managed it. The money sent by my stepfather and the rest of his siblings helped. They had plenty of acreage, and I noticed a newly built house at the far end. "My brother Jesus had it built," Carolina told us. Jesus was my stepfather's second oldest brother and also lived in the States. "It's finished, even has furniture in it" "Why hasn't he moved in?" I asked. Carolina shook her head, "He says he has to make more money. He wants to be sure there's nothing to worry about." Jesus owned a successful carpentry business. Studying the house, I noticed the section that looked more like an addition than a part of the house. I figured it would be his workshop. He probably wanted to add to his retirement by making exclusive pieces. Having seen the quality of his work, I had wondered why he did not work only on commission jobs. He was certainly good enough to have supported himself with that. Blanca found us near Jesus' house and told us we could come back. She looked almost predatory watching Carolina's incidental contacts with me on the walk to the main house. I did not think anything of those touches; Carolina was probably lonely for some teenage company considering everyone else at the farm had to be at least eight years older than her. The tension in the living room almost choked me. They sat Carolina, Marisa, and me down and told us the living arrangements were going to be different than had been planned. I looked at my mother and stepfather. Their relationship had grown strained in the last couple of weeks, but I thought our arrival in Puerto Rico would smooth things. I studied Blanca, who seemed to be the chosen bearer of bad news. I hoped Marisa did not understand what it really meant. Luckily, she seemed oblivious to the meaning behind Blanca's words. My mother, Carolina, and I would be sleeping in Jesus' house. Later that night, I worked out what had happened. There were three extra bedrooms in the main house. My stepfather and mother's problems were bad enough that she did not want to share a bed (or even a bedroom) with him, making an extra room necessary. This could have been accommodated, except the brother managing the farm had moved into the main house with his bride-to-be. They had already given up their apartment, but the home they were building on the farm ran into construction delays. My stepfather's mother was old-fashioned so as long as they were under her roof, they could not share a bedroom. My stepfather did not know about the situation until it was too late. It meant we were two rooms short before my mother insisted on a room to herself. Blanca, who was in charge of taking care of Jesus' house, suggested it could solve our problems. My stepfather, following his basic nature, got obstinate. The obvious solution should have been for my mother, Marisa, and me to stay in the other house; but he wanted some payback for my mother's behavior. He insisted Marisa stay in the main house because she was his mother's youngest female grandchild. He wanted Marisa in Carolina's room for the summer. I thought he was nuts to insist Carolina move to Jesus' house for the summer just to get back at my mom. I waited for the girl to explode. She did not, which floored me even worse than my mother demanding separate bedrooms. Carolina accepted the situation, saying she would do whatever was necessary to make her big brother happy for the length of the summer. The dumbass bought it hook, line and sinker! Having no voice in the decision, I watched the women. The dumbass's mother was trying to hide her obvious joy. She might not have liked the thought of Carolina being asked to move out of her room but wanted Marisa in the main house. She turned a blind eye to Carolina and I being under one roof with only my mother (not a blood relative to her) as a chaperone. Blanca had her eyes on Carolina; the smile on her face would have shamed a pussy picking bird feathers out of its teeth. I did not know what was going on, but I got the first inkling that Blanca wanted dark things. My mother seemed content. I did not know why or how she could feel content when she was going to be living under a different roof than her daughter for the whole summer. She also had her eyes on Carolina. Marisa was unsure about the situation. She looked at me for support. I made a face, which she took as a sign that everything would be all right. Carolina was the worst, or best depending on the perspective. Her eyes tracked the dumbass as he paced around the room. Carolina was fucking pissed! Uncle lesson: unless it involved your dick being in some part of her anatomy, never turn your back on a woman you fucked. Carolina was going to make the dumbass pay, even if she were the only one who knew about it. I prayed to the Lord and all his saints to please keep me from ever wronging a woman so bad she would be satisfied with being the only one who knew she got even. I watched the ladies, learned my lessons, and acquired more questions for the future. While Carolina packed, Blanca drove our luggage to Jesus' house. I was happy for the dirt road around the farm, knowing I would have been toting the luggage over if we had not been able to drive. It was a nice house; a bit sterile from not being lived in. Blanca showed my mother the house, leaving me to carry the luggage inside. I went looking for them after everything made it inside. I thought the house being so linear was a little weird. The living room and kitchen were on either side of the front door. Further down there was a study and bathroom on one side, with a dining room on the other. Farther down, there was a pair of small bedrooms on the left, the master bedroom on the right. A door directly opposite the front door led to the addition. I walked into the planned workshop and felt bad for Jesus. A wall of windows faced away from the farm. There was plenty windows space on the other walls too. The ceiling was chapel tower of frosted glass. Any woman would have better things to do with the room than let it be her man's workshop. I walked back into the house proper to search for Blanca and my mother. They were having a conversation in one of the small bedrooms. I looked around the room. It was okay, maybe a little small compared to my room at home. I turned and saw the door joining it to the other small bedroom. "David, your mother needs help moving the bed from the master bedroom," Blanca said. I knew what was coming. "She wants to move into the workshop." Jesus was going to be unhappy when he figured out he designed himself out of a workshop. "Carolina and you will be in these rooms," Blanca told me. I tried not to goggle at either of them. I walked to the window and looked out. These women were NOT putting a pair of opposite sex teenagers in adjoining rooms with two doors between them and the nearest adult. I suspected my mother knew about Iris and me, but she was just not saying anything. Now, I had to consider the possibility my mother might support the relationship. Blanca's agenda was unfathomable. I decided to keep my mouth shut. Carolina could veto the arrangement, or anything else that had not yet formed into a hope for me. I expected the veto, which taught me about women and expectations. Carolina nodded when she heard the room assignments. Somehow, the three women managed eye contact with each other at the same time. Carolina nodded again, in what seemed like acceptance of the other women's agendas as long as it gave her the opportunity to shank the dumbass. It could have been all in my imagination; except later in summer, Blanca copped to her agenda, and Carolina's actions provided corroborating evidence to my thoughts. I would not find out what was going on in my mother's mind until the next summer. I thought about staging a rebellion against the female plotting which used or strung me along like a puppet. The rebellion died horrifically when Carolina took her shirt off, undid her bra, removed it, and stretched in her 'new' room. The adjoining door perfectly framed the show, which my mother and Blanca either did not see or ignored. Having suffered massive casualties in the short-lived attempt to win my freedom from female influence, I took comfort in yet another uncle lesson: if she is not holding a gun, the best option, sometimes, is to let a woman play her hand. Carolina's breasts, with just a t-shirt covering them, were an extreme distraction as I helped moved the rest of our stuff in. We moved furniture around the rooms so everyone would have what they needed. I avoided the master bedroom hoping Carolina would not claim it instead of proceeding with whatever she had planned. It had been dark outside for hours before we finished. Blanca opened a wine bottle in celebration and poured Caroline and me a glass. I drank slowly as the women teased me about being the 'man' of the house. Blanca asked me if I wanted to be picked up the next morning. I decided not to wait before starting the swim program. I tested the bathroom with a quick shower. Afterwards, I went into my room and prepared my clothing for a week of workouts. I opened the door between the bedrooms when someone knocked. "Hey, David," Carolina said smiling. I tried not to notice how good she looked in a pair of gray shorts and mini-t. "What's up?" I asked. I was very proud I managed to keep eye contact considering the strain that wanting to look down put on me. "Can I plug my lamp in here?" she asked, holding up a small lamp. "I'm not used to sleeping here, and it would help." Too many different thoughts invaded my brain for me to do the intelligently thing and nod (even nod stupidly would have been acceptable). She could have plug the lamp in on her side of the door. I mentally observed that her approach would only work for a woman. Her nipples were bullet tight against the mini-t. "But your room won't be lit," I said, sincerely trying to help. My heart stopped beating as I tried to think of a way to take those words back. "If we leave the door open a little, it will," she explained calmly. In an effort to avoid any further stupidity, my dick cut off the speech thing. I nodded and looked around for an outlet. The closest one was by the other door, which meant the door between the bedrooms would have to be left wide open. My dick tightened the chokehold before I could point it out to Carolina. I pointed and watched Carolina plug the lamp in. She adjusted how widely the adjoining door was open until she got the desired amount of light entering her room. She lay down on the bed with her head pointing towards the rest of the house, which gave her a good view into my room. I turned around and looked at my bed. I tried thinking of a not-so-obvious way of changing where my head lay as I slept. I had planned to sleep with my head towards the outside of the house, but it would deprive me of the view into Carolina's room. I settled on being obvious, since she had not exactly hidden her intent. I figured I needed to signal I was willing participant in whatever she planned. We stared at each other; I fell asleep before she did. I waited outside the next morning for Blanca to pick me up. She said we would be driving by her house, so she could show me the route to the university. It was a neat little house, more of a permanent trailer than anything else. She gave me a key and showed me how to get inside. After a guided tour, she drove us to the university. We walked around campus so she could point out where she worked and how to get to the athletic center. The swim coach was waiting for us at the front desk. He gave Blanca a hug before shaking my hand. Blanca left when I pulled the program out and handed it to the coach. "A medley swimmer?" he asked after studying the program for a few minutes. I did not know why he asked but nodded. He showed me around the facilities since I would need more than the pool to complete the program. My coach put together a cross-trained program focusing on my endurance and the non-freestyle strokes. I would be doing a lot running, cycling, and weight training. I had never done any weight training so I was nervous about it. I mentioned it to the coach who introduced me to one of the student gym employees. She was ecstatic, or at least behaved that way, to teach an 'Olympic prospect' how to train with weights. I felt a little embarrassed at the lie Blanca used to get what I needed. Being on the swim team with the twins was too important for me to correct them though. I spent the rest of the day learning what I would be doing with the weights and getting the 'feel' back in the pool. It had been two weeks since my last time in the water, but I missed it enough to need a day of just having it surround me. I watched TV in Blanca's house after I was done at the athletic center. The first day had run long so I only had an hour alone before she got home. She kept the door to her bedroom opened as she told me about her day and asked about mine. I caught flashes of her in various states of undress as she walked around her room. She came out wearing sweats and t-shirt. "What do you think of Carolina?" she asked, sitting down next to me. I had been expecting an opening gambit, but her directness caught me by surprise. "She seems a little young to me," I said, trying to steer the conversation away from anything, which might cause me to cough up the lamp event. I did not understand where Carolina was going with the lamp, but I knew I did not want Blanca involved yet. My uncles had also armed me well enough that I knew Blanca's peep show had been as accidental as Carolina's. "She came late in my parents' life, eight years after I did," she explained. "Everyone in the family has always sheltered her. I can't blame them." I heard it in her voice; she blamed Carolina for something. I nodded, hoping she would continue. "She needs to grow up a lot. I think being out of my mother's house for the summer and away from our brothers will help," she said. She got up from the couch and picked up her car keys. It was only a half hour drive to the farm so it did not give me a lot of time to think. I only came to one conclusion; Blanca was going to move fast. Carolina was waiting for me when we got to the house. She wanted to show me more of the farm while the women got our first dinner together ready. As we walked around, she described what her chores were during the summer. On the way back to the house, she shyly took my hand. I came to the conclusion Carolina was also planning to move fast. Dinner would have been unpleasant except Marisa had a lot to tell me about farm life. She spent an tremendous amount of time telling me how cool the horses were and even more trying to convince us a pig would make a great pet. I walked home after dinner and took a shower. Carolina told me it was too early to go to sleep when I got out of the shower and go outside with her. We sat staring out at the highway and watching the stars. Her hand found its way back into mine. She should have been too old to even think about me in that way. Sixteen-year-old females and fourteen-year old boys do not mix by choice of the female. I thought about what Blanca told me and asked Carolina if her friends would be visiting during the summer. She said she only 'really' had friends at school. They lived in the city or the suburbs. She had to help too much around the farm during the summer to visit them. She was going to enjoy the added freedom that having my mom and stepfather helping around the farm would give her. I came to like her in those couple of hours and wanted to tell her whatever she had planned was not worth playing along with Blanca to get. Before I could get the words out, I heard my mother and stepfather at the front door. We froze and listened to them. He was laying it on pretty thick. I hated when he did that, my mother seemed compelled to listen. I got pissed off when he started talking about trying to connect with me, and my mother not allowing it. Carolina put her hand over my mouth and shook her head. I leaned against the house and tried to relax. Carolina took her hand away and turned to face me. She stared into my eyes, watching for me to get angry again. She tried to look through the house at them when my stepfather brought up Iris and me spending too much time together. She looked back at me with questions in her eyes. I shrugged, knowing I would have to answer those questions later. The good thing about my stepfather bringing up Iris was that my mother refused to hear anything about it and slammed the door in his face. Carolina and I waited until the dumbass left before we went inside. "Where have you been?" my mother asked me. She must have still been angry at the way the conversation outside ended. I thought my stepfather was an idiot to bring up sore points when trying to get back together with his wife. He was not asking for my advice though. "I wanted to show David how far we could see at night," Carolina answered for me. "He's a big city boy, and I hear sometimes you can't even see the stars through the smog." Her smile disarmed my mother, who dropped on the couch. Carolina sat next to her. I recognized the signs of impending female bonding and escaped into my room. I changed into my sleep clothes and lay down to give Blanca and Carolina some thought. I counted the siblings and the years between them. The oldest male was thirty-six, the oldest female thirty-four, Jesus thirty-two, my stepfather thirty-one, the brother who managed the farm was twenty-nine, Blanca twenty-four and Carolina was sixteen. After a five-year break between children her parents must have thought Blanca was a late blessing. They probably treated her just like Carolina, until the real late blessing arrived. Blanca was jealous and resented Carolina; I could feel the edge of it whenever she talked about her 'baby' sister. How badly had her family handled Blanca after Carolina's birth? Whatever Blanca wanted would depend on the answer to that question. I did not think it would be too bad considering Blanca loved Carolina as much as the rest of the family; there was just an almost unhealthy edge to her love. I heard Carolina's door open. She walked into my room holding her sleeping clothes. She was going to take a shower and wanted to turn the lamp on in case I fell asleep before she got out (as if!). We talked for a little bit before she headed to the bathroom. I was tired, mostly carryover from the day before, but fought to keep awake. I was glad I did when Carolina, only wearing a towel, entered her room. The moonlight that poured through the window framed her body. She put her nightclothes, shorts, and t-shirt on her bed. She pulled the towel and patted her body down with it. I watched her hungrily. She bent down and toweled her hair. I could only see her naked body in profile, but my mind filled in the details. She dropped the towel and turned to grab her clothes. I loved her ass: heart-shaped, firm, and full. She put her t-shirt on first and stood looking towards the window for a moment. I stared at her ass thankful for the time to enjoy the sight. She bent down and slowly pulled her shorts on. I wondered if women were born with seduction instincts because she had me in that moment. She lay down, pulled the blanket over her body, and turned to look into my room. Our eyes made contact, and we held it until she fell asleep. I crouched by an anthill the next morning while waiting for Blanca to pick me up. I watched an ant try to find its way home. It had been tempted off the trail of fellow worker ants by some animal feed. In the pool later, I wondered whose chances were better: the ant, finding its way home; or me, deciphering the actions of the women around me. I fell asleep in Blanca's living room and woke when she ran her fingertips on my stomach. She smiled and kept doing it for a couple of minutes before letting me up. I decided to make the next overture in whatever was happening between Carolina and me. She needed to know I was willing to play. I took a shower after her. A quick peek into her room showed she had not fallen asleep yet. I avoided eye contact since what I was going to be do would be embarrassing. I was not particularly self-conscious about my body, but it was still tough to drop the towel and stand naked where Carolina could see. I moved around the room to give her as many angles as possible. I felt silly after a few minutes and just stood in a location where the doorway framed me. The moonlight added mystery to everything as I stared out the window. I thought of Iris, wondering if my uncle and she had renewed the sexual relationship I was sure had been ongoing before she moved in with my family. My thoughts moved to Rachel and our last conversation. I felt guilty about avoiding her, but the slap had hurt in a way I had not been hurt in a long time. I drifted to thinking about my crush on Rachel and the first time I felt physical attraction to her. I smiled at my old fantasies of Rachel. I had not thought about them much after Iris and I began having sex. They were childish but pure. I redrew them to something more realistic. I stopped when I realized I had hardened in full view of Carolina. I quickly put on my sleep clothes and lay down. I did not look into Carolina's room, just closed my eyes, and tried not to think of Rachel. There was race at the anthill the next morning, or something looking like a race between worker ants trying to be the first to get food to the queen. Blanca and Carolina were also in a race; one in which Blanca had the advantage, being more experienced and motivated. I fell asleep on Blanca's couch again, waking up when Blanca did her finger dance on my stomach. I remembered it from the day before so had napped without a shirt on, in case it happened again. "Do you mind if I take a shower before we go?" she asked quietly. I had somehow missed that she was only wearing a towel. Her fingers kept running trails on my skin. "Anything," I replied. She walked to the bathroom; I turned to watch her. She kept the door open enough that if I sat up I could see in. It was not a hard decision. She gossiped about work on the way to the farm and mentioned taking my stepfather and mom out. The rest of us had a quiet dinner. Marisa and her grandmother had bonded so they were in their own little world. Due to the upcoming nuptials of the other two dinner participants, Carolina and I were left to entertain ourselves. She announced she had some work to do around the farm and asked if I would help. Another easy decision. We had to walk around the fence surrounding the farm picking up garbage that had gotten in from the road. We started and ended at the Jesus house (as I called it). She tossed the garbage bag in front of the house, where we would see it in the morning. She shoved me and ran into a patch of woods near the house. I followed and caught up to her only when we were hidden from sight. We wrestled back and forth for a couple of minutes before I theatrically gave up and lay down on the ground. She straddled my waist and pinned my shoulders for a quick 1-2-3. She sat back and smiled. "Who is Iris?" she asked, rushing the words. "She's an aunt, who is my age," I replied solemnly. "She lives with us." "What else?" she pushed. I thought about what to say but decided to let her hang herself. "What do you want to know?" I asked. She leaned over me so her dark hair washed down and hid our faces from the world. "Have you done anything with her?" she asked. "Yes." "What?" "We've done what you think we've done, Carolina," I replied. She popped up away from me. I had not said it angrily, but I wanted to cut through some of her reluctance. We were so quiet I could hear the night coming down as she stared at me. She dropped her upper body again and kissed me. It was sweet and innocent, like no kiss I ever... I tried to return the feel of it but could only give her the intimacy my kisses with Iris lacked. We kissed like the teenagers we were, discovering different ways that two people could make contact with their mouths. I let her initiate bringing our tongues into the action. She stopped the kissing for a moment and touched my face. She came down for another kiss but with her mouth opened so her tongue could touch me. I opened for her. The kissing deepened and without thinking my hands moved down until I was cupping her ass. She stopped the kiss but did not move away. I flexed my hands and moved my face up to recapture her lips. She let me bring her back to losing the innocence in her kiss. The race was on! Both participants came out of the gate strong. But Blanca was woman and aware of the competition. She knew she had to move faster than teenage hormones. ------- Chapter 4B: More Aunts I woke as soon as she came in the door to her house but kept my eyes closed. I enjoyed being waking to her touch. I must have fallen back asleep because I woke again with her hand on my stomach and did not remember her sitting down. She was not looking at me. I looked at her hand, which was close to the edge of my shorts. The feel of her caressing my skin made my dick hard. I was not wearing underwear beneath my shorts so my dick could expand freely. "Nice!" Blanca sighed. "I'll be having fun too." I looked up. She was staring at me. She put her hand on top of my dick, took a grip, and stroked it a few times. I pushed my hips up; her touch was more experienced than Iris and felt better somehow. She stopped and put her hands on the edge of the shorts on both sides of my hips. "Lift up, honey." I lifted my hips to let her drag the shorts to my ankles. She looked at my hard-on. "I will definitely be looking you up when you're done growing," she said, grabbing my dick at the base. She moved her hand up in a light grip. It felt fantastic with the bonus of watching as she concentrated on the task. Her other hand joined its pair on my dick. She looked at me and smiled. Blanca seemed to know it had been awhile for me (or assumed it was a first) so she wasted no time. She wrapped her hands around my dick. She stroked one hand off my dick and moved it to the base. She did the same with the other hand. She used a continuous stroke up my dick, first one hand then the other, which had me curling my toes and pushing up with my hips. She recognized the impending signs and moved to using just one hand. The hand on my dick stroked back and forth, but the thumb applied more and less pressure on the underside of my dick. She rubbed my balls with her free hand. I grunted. She cupped my testicles and squeezed my dick harder as she stroked. I came with the force that a week-and-half of not cumming adds to teenage orgasm. The first shot landed on my chest; the rest of the orgasm felt like cum poured out of me. Blanca used her thumb to squeeze the base of my dick and moved upward, milking. Her other hands gently coaxed my balls to give her more. Spots appeared in my sight as my body relaxed into the couch. Blanca hummed as she cleaned me off with towel. "Ready to go?" she asked, dropping the towel beside the couch. Being young, by the time I got home, washed up, and ate dinner I was ready to be the horny male accompaniment to Carolina's budding sexuality. We were in the woods; I was sitting with my back against a tree. Carolina sat in my lap, and my hands immediately went to her ass. She moved her hips as her open mouth dropped on mine. The vibe was more sexual; unknowingly, Carolina made a pitch against Blanca. I wanted to strip away her clothing and be inside her, but she was not ready. I had to be satisfied with handfuls of a girl in the bloom of teenage perfection and a mouth making promises of more to come. I lay down on Blanca's couch Friday afternoon hoping for a repeat of the day before, especially after the frustration of Carolina's shapely ass in my hands. Lucky for me, Blanca wanted to cement her status as leading sexual pleasure. It was masturbation again but with a twist; she pushed my pleasure off a couple of times. She started fast, as if she was going to finish it quickly. She did her 'two-hands continuous stroke' but did not stop at the first sign of orgasmic approach. She kept stroking one hand off and returning it to the base of my cock, while the other hand stroked off and was returned to the base. It stimulated but I wanted more focused action. I grunted as the first pulse of orgasm hit. Blanca squeezed my dick hard with both hands. I was too turgid for it to hurt, but I needed another stroke to finish. She released my dick and grabbed my hands. She pressed her chest against mine and kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth. She gave me a woman's kiss, and it struck me hard enough that the pressure at my dick subsided. Blanca taught me how to seduce with a kiss: how to move high and low in intensity to control the other person's arousal, but always moving upward. She waited until I lost some of my rigidity before putting her hand back on my dick. She stroked with one hand as she continued her lessons in kissing. She taught me: hard kissing, a commanding wave of desire; focused kissing, this kiss is all that really matters. I learned how to make a woman mine with a kiss. Her hand kept stroking me, and I pump into it as I felt the approach of orgasm again. She took her hand away and pushed her body up with both hands on my chest. She pinned me as if her weight would keep my orgasm at bay. It would not have been enough, except she distracted me even further. "Now, you have something to teach Carolina," she said. I stared at her, trying to read the secrets in her eyes. Blanca just kept smiling, moving up and down with my breathing. I chose her side. I doubted Carolina's agenda included anyone but her. Blanca was willing to... I had no clue what Blanca was willing to... I just knew it included both women. I calmed down enough that she moved to kiss me. It was a gentle reward. She put her hand on my dick. She moved it up and down as gently as her lips were touching me. She had no intentions of stopping this time but gave no help except slow, smooth strokes. I had been prepped by the two false endings so it did not take long before I was ready to cum. She deepened the kiss as my body released, most of my cum hitting her. Blanca laughed at the mess. She patted my dick before walking into the bathroom for a shower. She left the door wide open, and I moved to where I could watch. In the woods, I tried my newly acquired kissing skills on Carolina. I guided her so she was leaning against a tree. I pinned her hands above her head so our only points of contact were my hands holding her and our lips. She gave me a long kiss goodnight in my room before going to bed. She stripped completely and lay down on top of her covers, letting my eyes touch her. Blanca was right I did have something to teach Carolina that night. Even though Blanca was around during the weekend, we did not have a chance to go off alone. On Saturday, I groped Carolina's ass amidst a hot kissing in the woods, which I kept at a teenage level. She breathed a sigh of relief as the maturity level of my seduction came down to something she could handle. Sunday night, we kissed in the doorway between our rooms. I did not have a shirt on, and her hands explored my body. She would have given me her body that night. It was in her kiss; she had made the jump to wanting me and not just to get even with my stepfather. I would have, if I had not been given an offer I was sure included more of Carolina than she would give me on her own. I had deciphered some of the secrets in Blanca's eyes. I knew she would show me how to take more from Carolina than I knew how to grasp on my own. I did not take a nap Monday afternoon. My time in the pool and weight room was becoming mechanically efficient. Something waited for me in the afternoon so I moved through the workouts with purpose. I felt the coach and other people's eyes on me in the gym but kept them at a distance. The women were especially obvious in their curiosity. I guess my mind not being present while my body did the necessary work is a fascinating intensity level to others. Blanca needed to solidify control over her rival's agenda. I understood that instinctively. I had been on her side, but the weekend, especially after I realized Carolina's virginity was mine for the taking, weakened Blanca's position. I considered forcing Blanca's hand by telling her about Carolina's readiness. I wanted to fuck my first woman, and Blanca would certainly fit in the role. I shook my head at the egotism: better I accepted what Carolina offered and forgo Blanca's offer than start behaving like that type of asshole. Blanca walked in while I was still shooting down other suggestions made by my ego. "Tough day, baby?" she asked, dropping her purse by the couch and standing in front of me. I shrugged forcing the suggestion that I grab her, throw her down, and fuck her like a man into the same place I kept other dark fantasies. Blanca was in the driver's seat, and I liked the direction we were going. "Ah... tough weekend," she said looking at my crotch. I was hard and had been for a half hour. The suggestions my ego whispered were too dark, but I still imagined what it would be like. Blanca smiled. "I guess I have my work cut out if I want to keep you in line," she said smirking. She was slowly approaching telling me her plans and what she was willing to do to make me amenable to them. She grabbed a cushion and threw it at my feet. My mind hiccupped. She leaned down, grabbed my shorts, and pulled them off. I had gotten into the habit of not wearing underwear after the first time so my hard-on sprang free. She pushed my legs apart and stared. My mental processes hiccupped again, and my dick flexed as Blanca knelt on the cushion between my feet. I knew from the magazines what she was about to do. Iris and I had not made it to that with our sexual connections; we were always too horny to bother. Blanca took me in her hand, and I set a new record for hardness as she stroked my dick. She teased me with her eyes. I hoped I did not cum the second her mouth touched me. She leaned down and licked my ball sack. I nearly jumped off the couch. She made eye contact again and stroked my dick. I tried to make my eyes command her, but they only pleaded for more. She licked my ball sack. My hips pushed off the couch as she gave my sack a tongue bath while her hand pumped my dick. My body was at war with itself. It could not decide which pleasure to focus on: the coolness of my sack where Blanca moistened it with her tongue, the heat on my sack where she was licking at that second, or my dick as it prepared to geyser cum into the air. It was pleasure and pleasurable torture. I wanted to stand up, grab her head, and force my dick as deep into her mouth as she could take. Blanca took her hand from my dick, delaying the orgasm. She stopped licking my balls and ran her nails on my thighs. I discovered my legs were sensitive to a woman's touch. She watched me, and I reached inside myself for some semblance of control. Even that shattered when she licked my dick from base to tip. My first blowjob had only been going on for two minutes, but I could not hold on any longer. Blanca must have felt it. She put her hands on either side of my hips and impaled her mouth on my dick. My hips shot up and lodged me partway into her throat as the wetness and heat overcame any concern for her. Blanca pulled back and stroked down with her mouth. I clenched my fists trying to hold on, trying to make it last even a second longer. She grabbed the base of my dick with one hand, and my ball sack with the other. She rubbed my testes, coaxing them to release. Her other hand stroked up to push her mouth off my dick. I pumped up, and she let me penetrate into her mouth freely. I relaxed downward. She sucked the head of my dick. I reached down and grabbed the back of her head. Blanca relaxed allowing me control. I stroked into her, released, and fucked in as deep as I could. She sucked hard pushing me over the top. I dropped my hips and drove my cock into her mouth. If Blanca had never taken a man deep in her throat before, she did now. I held there, like something thrown into air that floats at the top of the arch for a moment before plummeting. I felt her breath on my pubes. I dropped my hips as my dick shot. Blanca followed me down, getting me out of her throat but keeping my dickhead in a position that gave it a straight shot down her throat. I shot a load into her as she worked my balls and dick with her hands. She pulled up on my dick drawing a second shot. She kept her hand moving up until only the head of my dick was in her mouth. She took her hand, grabbed my base, and stroked upward with her thumb on the underside. It forced a last spurt out of me. She continued fondling my ball sack and dick. Her mouth kept at me until I asked her to stop. She did... almost. She stopped sucking, but licked my dick. She made sure to give every part of it some tongue-love. I lay back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed Blanca's experience in how to bring a boy down from his first blowjob correctly. "What do you want, Blanca?" I asked when she parked the car at the farm. "We'll talk about it tomorrow," she promised. I turned towards her. She was studying me with honest intent. Having no other recourse, I nodded. Blanca offered to help Carolina with her chores. The younger girl's eyes asked me to wait for her as she walked out of the room. I took a long, hot shower. It was my first opportunity to really relax since the airplane landed in Puerto Rico. I thought about the sisters. Blanca had promised me enlightenment the next day so I would have to keep Carolina at a distance. My dick getting hard said it would not be the easiest thing to manage. Carolina did not talk to me when she came home. She pulled clothing out of a drawer and walked out of her room. I heard the shower seconds later. My mother stormed into the house and stopped at my door. "How are you doing, baby?" she asked managing to control her anger. She seemed to want to get a conversation going. I walked around her and into the kitchen. "I'm okay." "Are you enjoying... Puerto Rico?" she asked leaning over the counter. There was a suggestion in her voice. I poured a glass of water and thought about my answer. "I miss Iris," I said. "Carolina isn't keeping you busy?" That was not what I was hoping she would say, especially with Carolina behind my mother in a towel. She stopped and leaned on the counter and waited for the answer. "Carolina is older," I said trying to skate out of the way. They looked at each other and elected to give chase. They looked at me with identical looks of curiosity. "Carolina, I'm fourteen and you're sixteen," I said trying to explain. "If we weren't stuck on a farm, would you even be talking to me?" "Of course, I would!" she defended. "How many freshmen males do you talk to in high school?" I asked. She blushed instead of responding. "There are differences. It's not bad thing; I'm just used to someone my own age." I shrugged wondering how I could have been so stupid as to continue flapping my lips. My mother laughed at the look on my face and walked to her room. Carolina teased me with a smile before walking into her room. I finished my water and promised myself I would learn when not to speak. I walked into my room and found Carolina turning the lamp on. She wore a black lace bra and panties. Nothing else! She posed for me and let my eyes drink their fill. "What was that about?" she asked, leaning against the wall to give me a different pose. "What was I supposed to say?" I asked. "She only asked you how you were enjoying Puerto Rico." she replied. "Why did you bring me up?" "It was how she asked. Like she thinks there's something going on." "So what? Blanca and her put us in the same room." I did not correct her on the fact that there were actually TWO rooms, which meant it was not the 'same' room. I wanted to avoid the subject entirely so I walked up her and put my arms around her waist. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry. I didn't think, okay?" I kissed her softly, nothing more than a light touch. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deeper kiss. We kissed with my body pressing her into the wall. I brought my hands from around her waist to either side of her hips. I pushed my lower body into tighter contact with her. She drove her tongue into my mouth, grinding her hips against me. My dick got demanding. I thought about Blanca's promise to put her cards on the table. I moved down and pulled Caroline with me until I was sitting on my ankles with her straddling me. I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and drowned the kiss in sexuality. Carolina tried to back away; I let her and stared at her hungrily. Virginal reluctance returned; the move had been too much. I nodded and pulled her back for another brief touch of lips. She calmed down, but her body was still tense. I let her take control of the action, knowing I had done what I could to defend Blanca's agenda. If Carolina got over her momentary fear, she would not be a virgin when the sun came up. I stared at the ants again the next morning; they were making a trail to a large dead insect. Carolina had kept her distance. I did not know if I was happy or sad about it. I had a feeling Blanca was going to involve me in a bog I might never escape; for one night, Carolina had it in her hands to save me. Blanca pulled up and looked at me out the window of her car. She smiled; a part of her must have known I had been tested. I walked around the car and got in. She did not pull out right away; instead she put one hand on my dick and used the other to pull me into a kiss filled that promised me things I did not know to want. I slept nude on the couch. A hard-on had been my partner in the gym since the morning kiss, and letting my dick free felt good. Blanca was smiling down at me when I woke up. "You have a problem," she said, looking at my dick. I was hard. Very hard. I was frustrated, not something I was used to. I had gone from masturbation to sex whenever I wanted in one summer. I did not know enough about sex to be frustrated at the simplicity of what I had. I came home; Iris and I fucked. We fucked most nights before going to sleep. On weekends, I got up early for practice and woke Iris up for a quick fuck. Carolina introduced me to the reality of teenage frustration. At the same time, Blanca showed me the adult male version of teenage frustration, a woman using sex to implement her agenda. My eyes bled frustration as I stared at Blanca. My cock pulsed with need; I was so hard it ached. She nodded knowing I was close to losing control. She reached behind and undid her dress. She wiggled out of it in a motion describing a woman who understood her power. She was wearing a white bra and panties. My dick flexed as she undid the bra. Blanca was a little taller than me and athletically slim. Her breasts mocked gravity as they were released from captivity. Carolina was shorter and curvier than Blanca, but Blanca had nothing to be ashamed about. She put her hands on her hips and took her panties off. "I've been thinking about this all day," she said, as I stared at the juncture of her legs. "I've been ready for you all day." She put one leg on the other side of my hips so my dick pointed at her pussy. She breached down and to grab the base of my dick. "This will take the edge off," she said as she lined my dick with her pussy lips. She moved her hips to get my head just inside of her. She smiled at the pleasure of the penetration. She took half of my dick into her, took her hand away, and settled on top of me. Because her foot was flat on the couch we had a bad angle. I was used to Iris who liked my dick as far into her as she could get, so my next action was born of the only sexual experience I had. I grabbed Blanca's ass, turned my hips to match the angle of her pussy, pulled my hips back to get some space, and thrust up to fill her with as much cock as I could. She groaned and put her hands on my chest. I dropped my hips to the couch. Her leg collapsed, and the fall drove me into her as deep as my thrust had. She screamed as her pussy flooded my dick with the moisture of her orgasm. My dick did not ache any more. Blanca's pussy was a soothing lotion on my frustration. She ground her hips against me, getting the most out of her orgasm. I could not hold out any longer; I moved my hands to her hips, pushed up into her, and mimicked her motion. Her pussy clenched in the beginning of another orgasm as I released cum into her body. Her second orgasm was different than the first. Her pussy opened to keep me inside of her and accepted my cum. We were lost to each other as our bodies focused on our orgasms and the aftereffects. She dropped her upper body onto me, and we rested like that until I slipped out of her pussy. She sighed as we disconnected before moving down and cleaning my dick, ball sack, and surrounding area with her mouth. Iris would be learning how to do that! Blanca got up and walked to the phone. I heard her whispering. I did not have the energy to move. The edge of horniness had been shaved down, but there was still a dull throb of it in the back of my mind. Carolina was the only one who could satisfy that portion of it. Blanca came back and sat down by my hips. I looked at her and sighed, "I guess I have to get up, huh?" "No," she replied, smiling with feminine pride. "I called your mother and told her I wasn't feeling well. I asked if it was okay for you to stay the night." "What about clothes for the morning?" I asked. "Don't you always keep an extra set in your pack?" she asked. I laughed; a few of my brain cells must have been lulled to sleep. "What about clothes for here?" I asked. I almost fell in love with her smile when she replied. "You're not going to need them." She led me into the bathroom. We got into the shower where washed me carefully. She did not use a shower rag, just soap on her hands. She spent an inordinate amount of time making sure my dick was clean. She even checked the cleanliness with her mouth. She let me bathe her as well. Blanca had a beautiful body, not what would become my favorite temple design, but one which would always be a close second. She was fit and tight, but only in motion could the muscle lines beneath her skin show. She moved under my hands and let out moans every so often. We walked naked into the bedroom where she pushed me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me so her pussy lips straddled the underside of my dick. She moved up and down the length but did not allow me to penetrate. "You wanted to talk?" she reminded me when I moved down to adjust her body so I could be inside her. I put my hands behind my head and nodded. "You want to know what I want?" she asked as she rubbed her clit with my dick. It seemed like she was trying to gather courage by making herself hornier. It works if the thing you are trying to build yourself up for is sexual. "I want you to break Carolina," she said. I tried to get up, but she put her hands on my chest and pushed down. I tried again; she adjusted her body so my cock lodged inside of her. I stopped my attempt to get up when she fucked me completely inside of her pussy. I lay back, and she moved on top of me until she was at razor's edge of orgasm. "What are you?" she asked, looking confused at her reaction to me. I remembered Rachel asking almost the same question. I looked at Blanca. One go-round on that question was all women were going to get from me. It did not matter, Blanca was the cause of her own pleasure; her mind was doing all the foreplay. My uncles had been right about women fucking themselves 'right good' if you let them. "I want you to make Carolina yours," she whispered. "And then I want you to give her to me." It came together. How badly her family must have handled Carolina's usurping Blanca's status as 'the baby'. It was deep in her eyes: the envy, jealousy, and resentment. I knew Carolina; it would have been hard to hate her. The closest Blanca's nature allowed was perverting the love she had for her little sister. "How can I do that?" I asked, pulling her down so her face was an inch from mine. "I'll teach you how to make her beg." Her hips moved almost of their own volition. Blanca could barely hold air in her lungs as the thought of Carolina heated her body. "I'll teach you everything you need to make Carolina give herself completely. To you. When you're done, she'll do anything for you, even fuck me if you tell her to." Her pussy tightened around me in the beginning of orgasm. "Then when you go, she'll be mine." She pulled her pussy up my dick and slammed down to free the orgasm beating at the wall of her consciousness. I watched as she ground her hips to extend the explosion. She sat up and looked at me back when she recovered. "You haven't fucked her yet, have you?" she asked nervously. I watched her silently; she moved nervously on top of me. "No, but it was a close thing," I replied. "What do you think?" she asked, and again could not keep the nervousness out of her voice. I closed my eyes and thought about it. "Are you sure we can do it?" I asked. And I thought some of MY fantasies were dark! "It's inside of her, David." I heard. "SHE asked me for a prescription for the pill. If I leave her alone here, my porn is disturbed enough I know she watched some of the movies. Even when the only thing in the house is all girl stuff." I nodded. Carolina definitely had it in her. She and I did not share blood, but there was still a taint of incest to our getting together. Carolina was also willing to do it a couple of doors down from where my mother slept. Maybe it was only teenage hormones but still. I opened my eyes to look at Blanca. She saw what she wanted in my eyes and smiled. I grabbed her waist and turned us so I was on top of her. I put my hands on the bottom of her knees and spread her open. I had cum less than a half hour before, so Blanca had plenty of time to enjoy the depth and power I could get from the new position. My life took another sexual turn. Time had to be created for Blanca to teach me about sexual technique and how to build the proper mental framework for Carolina. After I told her about Carolina and my adventures to date, Blanca instructed me to let Carolina drive the timing of losing her virginity. Carolina had made up her mind, but Blanca thought if I did not push she would hesitate over the last step for a couple of weeks. I had to become what Carolina wanted sexually, which meant going through all the virginal paces towards making her a woman. Blanca had a vacation planned for the next week and made the excuse that she would be working late during the present week to keep me at her place longer every day. I agreed to Blanca's plan so I was an attentive student, not to mention all the lessons used her body as a lab. Carolina relegated us back to the woods. It began with more kissing lessons. I leaned back on a tree with my hands behind me as Carolina leaned her weight on me to share in the kissing. I refused to touch her, until she was nearly crawling over me. I gently put my arms around her and held her still for the rest of the time. Another time, she was leaning against the tree. I touched her face and stared deeply into her eyes. The kisses were brief touches, regardless of how much she wanted to deepen them. In my room, she pushed my hands to her ass as she sat in my lap. We were in our underwear on her bed; my fingers played along her naked skin. Circles, squares, triangles, formless lines dancing on her. My hand was on her breast through the bra. I played with her nipple through the lace. She reached behind and undid it, needing my hand on her skin. My lips and tongue felt even better, as measured by the sound of her pleasure. Carolina was topless on her bed. My hand was at her body's pleasure center, as my lips kept her from saying any words, which would make me stop. I could taste the sweetness of her moist warmth with my fingers. She prayed thanks that night; she should have prayed for herself. She was naked on my bed. I had practiced and practiced for the encounter. There was simplicity in the pleasure my mouth could bring a woman. It was a gift to pray thanks that pleasure could be so easy to draw from a woman's body. Blanca held back in her role of instructor, but Carolina was free to let her body tell me how much I pleased her. Her hands told me when it was time. We were kissing by her bed. My hands were roaming her naked body freely. Her hands settled on my hips and played with the waistband of my shorts. I did not react, continuing to touch what I could. She pushed her fingers into the band and ran them along my skin. I brought my hands to her face, giving her free reign below. She stopped to gather her courage; I would take over once she made a definitive move signaling she wanted to cure her virginity. She pushed my shorts down far enough to free my dick and wrapped a hand around me. It was an unsure touch, sexier for its innocence. I took my lips from her and took my shorts off. I stepped into her, my dick touched her belly, and I took her mouth in the same kiss, which had caused her to retreat before. She rubbed my dick with her body in a signal that there would be no retreat now. I pushed against her until she fell on the bed. I trapped her with my body, and let my hands roam freely again. I went step by step. I let her legs spread naturally through the pleasure on her breasts and her need for my touch between her legs. I placed my knee carefully; her body followed nature and trapped my leg in protest. I did not take a step back but continued to use my lips and hands to calm and comfort. I kept her on the edge; she stepped but never far enough to stop hearing the tempting call to fall. Her hands were on my shoulders, her nails bit into me asking for what she could not vocalize yet. I moved my other knee so my body was between her legs. She locked her thighs on my hips in virgin panic. I did not move, but gentled the kiss to talk her back. She would have come down completely, except the head of my dick kept coming into contact with her pussy. I reached between us and rubbed my dick up and down her pussy. I split her lips with the tip, and her nails raked my sides. I did not make the move into her, just rubbed up and down. I settled my dick outside of her entrance and took her face in my hands. I kissed her softly, coaxing her body to accept me as her mind had. Carolina relaxed. I pushed inside until I met resistance. Our tongues rubbed against each other as I pulled out and penetrated to her resistance again. Blanca made sure every afternoon I was drained enough to be in control. I was glad for it at that moment. I fucked Carolina to her body's maidenhead. The penetration and penetration and penetration drew her forward until her toes were over the edge. She brought her knees up and opened her body to me. There were no words necessary as she asked for what I had to give; for what she had chosen me to give her. It was not enough; I wanted her pain and pleasure to collide and meld in the same instant. My giving of pain had to be accepted as necessary and even a pleasure for her to take. I reached between us and rubbed her clit as I moved the head of my dick in and out of her. She moved her hips to entice me to fuck into her. I positioned my dick so I could fuck straight down when she was ready. I added pressure to the touch on her clit; she stopped moving and whispered my name. I had been waiting for it, and pushed to her resistance. I pulled back and ripped it aside. I was not inside her far enough. I pulled back and drove into her as hard as I could. Her nails cut me, and her legs pressed against my sides in protest as her body tried to decide between pain and orgasm. I grabbed her beneath her knees and forcefully spread her. I pulled my hips back and fucked into her as deep as her body could take. I let go of her legs, and Carolina moved to relieve the pressure of the invasion. It made her clit to rub against my body. I waited for her body to chase away the fears and residual pain. If she wanted pleasure, she would have to move. It took time and patience, but her body adjusted to my dick's demanding presence. Her hands touched my hips in the same querying fashion they had when she wanted to push my shorts down. I made her ask for it. We needed her to ask for it! She did it with her hips. First, it was small circles to stimulate her clit, innocent motions of a body wanting to take another step towards womanhood. It was rolling her hips forward and back to get my dick to move inside her that broke the need for control. I pulled halfway out and fucked the last vestiges of virginity out of Carolina. She accepted the stroke as a woman should, bringing her knees up and hitching her hips to take me to depth. I moved my arms so they trapped her legs. I fucked Carolina like I had been told to, with controlled powerful strokes. Blanca had figured it would happen that night so she sucked and fucked me, both times to orgasm. It was the only way I could hold back from the pull of Carolina's virginally tight pussy. She screamed my name. I did not think that my mother might walk in any second. I had one mission, to break Carolina to the motion of my dick fucking in and out of her. The first orgasm took time, but the second rode in on the wake of the first. The third should have been enough, but I felt the beginning of my orgasm, and it was a virgin beneath me. I lost control and fucked in and out of Carolina as hard as I could. I fucked her like that until I came. The feel of my cock swelling and jerking inside her forced a last orgasm out of Carolina's body. She arched her pussy to get me as deep into her as she could while my cock fed her pussy semen. She rubbed her clit against me, as her body joined me in pleasure. I lay on top of her until my dick slipped. I tried to move my weight from her, but she hugged me tightly. I had taken her virginity, but she had taken the important parts of mine. I might have had sex with Iris and Blanca, but it was different with Carolina. Different did not make a difference though. I was behind Carolina's perfect teenage ass, looking down as my dick fucked into her. I fucked her fast until she came. I slowed down so I could watch some more. I pulled out, kneeled by the bed, grabbed an asscheek in each hand, spread them apart, and attacked her clit with my tongue. Her head dropped onto the bed and minutes later her body exploded with warmth. I stood up and fucked into her hard. I was behind that perfect ass. She had her hands on the tree. I had relegated us to the woods. We were naked, like I insisted. She needed a lot of touching and kissing while keeping an orgasm at bay to get to that point. She knelt in the soil and cried her pleasure without a care about who might hear. We were close! I was behind that perfect ass. Her body was fighting me again, but Carolina had given me control. I felt my dickhead pass her anal ring; her head came up and she grunted. I gave her time to adjust. Control did not mean I had to hurt. I put my hands on one asscheek, spread it away from the other, and pushed another inch inward. It was an inch-by-inch battle between her body and my dick. I gave back an inch only to take two. I did not stop until my pubic hairs tickled her asshole. Blanca was right it did feel different, tighter than even virgin pussy had felt. Carolina's body had drunk the lubrication I stole from her pussy almost immediately. I pulled back until only the head of my dick was inside her ass. The second battle into her was an easier victory. The third was almost complete capitulation on her body's part. I stopped and brought my hand around her hip to touch her pussy. She had made it through the pain; it was time for the pleasure. The truth is, it was in my nature to turn on Blanca. There was no exact moment I decided she would only be Carolina's equal in my presence, but there could have only been one ending. Blanca did not know my uncles' had prepared me for someone like her. It could never have ended in any other way but with me holding Carolina's leash in Blanca's living room. Five weeks to turn a virgin into someone who would kneel at my feet in a leather submission outfit. Blanca had been right. Carolina would follow where the sexual pleasure led, and I had been schooled very well by Blanca to be sexual pleasure. The door opened, and Carolina dropped her head. I had not told Blanca about Carolina being ready or that she had only really been adding to someone else's lessons. Blanca stared at the portrait I painted, and then stared solely at her sister. She closed the door and approached us. I grabbed Carolina by her ponytail and pulled so she would look at Blanca. Identical pairs of brown eyes met. Carolina's chin came up with pride at her position. Blanca looked at me, and her eyes burned. I smiled and she must have thought I was smiling with her. She reached to touch my sexual servant. "No," I said, pulling on the leash. Carolina followed the leash and put her head on my thigh still staring at her sister. "What?!?" Blanca exclaimed. "She's mine, Blanca," I said. "Completely, right now." "I know, David. That's what I wanted," she argued, feminine instinct warning her. "I know what you wanted Blanca," I said, meeting her anger with purpose. "But you never asked, what I wanted." She took a step back, crossed her arms on under her breasts, and tried to stare me down. It was a bad idea with what she wanted in the darkness of her soul kneeling at my feet. I smiled at my 'mistress', relaxed in the knowledge that if the apprentice lost he could always walk away with the prize. Blanca was in win-lose/lose-win situation (if she won, she lost Carolina; if she lost she won Carolina). Blanca backed off as soon as she recognized the leash was my trump card. I had thought about it when I knew it would happen. My mind raced through the possibilities, and each led to the same place. Blanca had told me about how it would feel to fuck Carolina's ass but had not let me do it to her own ass. I would. "I want your ass, Blanca," I said. She looked at me and at Carolina. I looked down at her baby sister, who smiled a vengeful smile before turning it on Blanca. Blanca understood then. She had to submit to make Carolina see her as an equal first. Carolina knew Blanca had been a party to her seduction, had trained me how to touch, had bought the outfit she was wearing hoping to walk in one day to see Carolina on her knees. Blanca had betrayed her sister ruthlessly. Carolina would never trust Blanca if things stayed the same. The trust of equals had to be built so Carolina would follow Blanca's lead later. My uncles had taught me well; even while forcing her submission, I rewarded Blanca for it She was wearing a floral summer dress. It looked good on her, but looked better floating down her body. The bra followed, but I put up a hand up to stop her from pulling down the panties. I motioned for her to step out of the shoes. I looked at her body. She might have created the opportunity by ignoring the possibilities, but I was in control now. It made a significant difference when looking at her to know she had no choice to give herself completely. I motioned with a finger, and she turned to face away from me. Tight white cotton panties covered her ass. I released the leash from around Carolina in a quick snap. She looked at me for directions. "Take them off her, Carolina." She crawled towards Blanca, but was stopped by my tug on her ponytail. She looked at me with questions in her eyes. "Make her enjoy it." Women do it differently than men. Blanca had been anticipating for a long time so Carolina nipped at the line where hip became buttock. Blanca's head fell back, and Carolina built the anticipation. Carolina touched, caressed, kissed Blanca for some time before the panties began a slow crawl down Blanca's legs. The 'mistress' collapsed to the ground with her ass in the air. Carolina attacked Blanca's pussy as I instructed her to. Blanca groaned with pleasure, I let the anticipation of orgasm build. I took off my shorts and t-shirt to wait naked for my time. Blanca moaned in the familiar sound of rapidly approaching pleasure. I stepped forward pulling Carolina from Blanca by her ponytail. I fucked into Blanca's pussy in one stroke. It was the wettest she had been before orgasm, so I cut through her with no resistance. She screamed, her pussy clamping onto me. Her grip was so tight I could not move. She convulsed once, and again. I nearly slipped on top of her, unbalanced by her motion and our attachment. Blanca relaxed, and her chest touched the ground. She had submitted to my will. I pulled out off her slowly, dragging as much lubrication from her pussy as I could. I angled my hips to a better line into her ass. Carolina surprised me as her hand gripped my penis to steady it. I grabbed an asscheek in each hand and spread Blanca. Carolina guided the tip of my dick to Blanca's rosebud entrance. Carolina's tightness had been practice. Blanca was smaller than her sister, and it translated to more difficulty fucking into her ass. Carolina made it possible with one hand playing with Blanca's clit, and the other stroking my dick to keep it hard. After a minute, my dickhead pushed through Blanca's anal ring. "She's yours, David," Carolina whispered kissing me while her hand transferred lubrication to my dick. I pushed into Blanca, who tried to escape by slipping downward. Carolina was having none of it and moved my hands so I held Blanca's hips in place. Carolina's hands took over the task of keeping Blanca spread. Blanca lost out in the bargain because Carolina could still stroke me but made no effort to give Blanca pleasure. I pushed inward slowly with Blanca's body fighting me over every millimeter. Finally, I felt her asscheeks on the inside of my hips. I pulled back and pumped in hard to take the 'mistress' completely. She grunted and tried to pull away, I let her take inches back in relief, but pumped into her again to take my pleasure. She grunted again but did not pull away. I had told Carolina what I would want when I got to that point. She reached down under Blanca's belly and attacked her clit. Blanca was impossibly tight and just being inside her, being squeezed along the entire length of my dick, was hard to bear without cumming, but I had to wait until her submission matched Carolina's. It was the kiss that did it. Carolina slipped underneath Blanca and while still playing with her clit pulled her down roughly to share their first kiss. I felt the explosion of Blanca's orgasm. Her body relaxed, and I was able to stroke out and into her with greater ease. She let her weight fall on Carolina. I moved downward to keep us connected. Blanca was so absorbed in the kissing of Carolina that her body barely noticed as I pumped in and out of her to take my pleasure. Carolina reached around and spread Blanca's ass, allowing me to bring more power into my strokes. It was a glorious moment, which I thought it would be the pinnacle of my sexual life. I was fucking the dumbass's sister in the ass while his other sister spread those asscheeks for me. I stroked in and out of Blanca letting gravity aid in the down stroke. Blanca's next orgasm as Carolina fucked her pussy with two fingers forced my own. I dropped and let my weight center on my dick as I came. I pulled Blanca to the side so we could remain connected, but Carolina would not be crushed. I had no interest in pulling my dick from its tight resting place. Carolina rolled with us so she could keep kissing her big sister. They kept kissing for a while before Carolina got up to go to the bathroom. She came back with a washcloth and cleaned us off. Not a lot of fourteen-year-old boys could have done it. It was my uncles' fault. There were so many 'lessons' floating in my mind, which only came together when I was in certain situations. I was proven wrong about being in Blanca's ass while Carolina held her open being the pinnacle of my sexual life. It did not quite compare to Blanca and Carolina, in leather, trading kisses and licks around my dick; or Carolina in reverse cowgirl as Blanca moved back and forth between licking my balls and licking Carolina. I had nothing to say to my cousin when the magic of my perfect summer ended. He still talked about the girls he fucked but what could I say. He was wishing for something he would not have for years, and I had enjoyed sex he would not be able to imagine for even more years after that. I let him talk and tried not to seem too uninterested. My stepfather left a week before my mother, Marisa, and me to start his new job. He could not wait to visit his brothers to show off his rejuvenated relationship with my mother when the rest of us arrived. Of course, I had no place in that. I smiled at my mother as her eyes apologized for me being left behind in our apartment. The door had not closed before I was moving towards my room. Iris had been waiting also but not to visit anyone. She was standing in the middle of the room in one of her summer dresses. She looked like she was going to protest; I ignored the signals and stripped. She backed up to the far wall and shook her head. I stood naked before her with a dick hard from a week of sexual inactivity. I walked towards her, and she kept shaking her head. I grabbed her upper arms, moved us to the bed, and pushed her onto it. She kept shaking her head in reluctance to my actions but what could I have cared after Carolina and Blanca. I pushed her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties off. She struggled but was not really trying to stop me. I grabbed underneath her knees and spread her. "David, no!" It was the last coherent thing that came out of her mouth after I dived tongue first onto her pussy. She screamed, grunted, moaned, groaned but nothing more coherent than "Guh" escaped her lips until I pulled my face from her center, and drove my dick into her. "OH MY GOD!" was all she had to say after that, but she did say it a lot. It was a long afternoon for Iris. She got herself eaten out for several orgasms, learned how I liked to have my dick sucked, joined the exclusive club of women whose ass I broke in, and walked farther down the path of sexual submission. It should have been the end of my summer, but the fates loved me beyond the capacity of a human woman for those three months. The twins were very insistent I visit a couple of days before school started. I figured they wanted to solidify my continued participation in our fraud shield even though a situation had risen between their mother and myself. They had nothing to worry about; I needed the shield more than they did. I was told to wait in the living room when I arrived. We would all be going to dinner, but no one on their side was ready. The maid was new and seemed nervous around me. I smiled and chatted to make her comfortable. Rachel came down the steps, and the crush I had felt since that day at the pool roared through me. The dress was light peach and cling. Her hair was up, and her eyes bored into me as she approached. She put her arms on my shoulders. She smiled, and my heart stopped when she leaned into me. She kissed me, and I froze. Even after the summer I had enjoyed, Rachel's kiss destroyed any possibility of thought. She pulled back and turned her head to the side. "David, it would help if you kissed back," she teased. I put my arms around her waist on autopilot. She leaned in to kiss me again, and I kissed back. She tasted sweet and smelled clean. It ended too soon to satisfy and too late to save me. Years later, I understood what Rachel had done. Her husband attempted to recruit her in his plans for me before he died. It was not until the evening she slapped me that she saw what he had seen and decided he had been right. The kiss set her hook, and no matter where I went there was a line she could follow or use to pull me back. I remember the twins and Rachel being much better together, but beyond that it was peaches, cling, Rachel's clean smell, and the sweetness I got to savor for exactly fifteen seconds. ------- Chapter 5A: Oedipus calling The end of a young story ------- From the outside, high school would have appeared a difficult adjustment for the twins and me. The Smith financial status should have made things easy for the twins. Unfortunately, the student body was split, economically and socially, between those who 'belonged' and Smith Holdings kids. The benefits package offered by Smith Holdings (the conglomerate Roger Smith left his wife and sons) included a tuition stipend for employees with children under eighteen. The stipend made private school an affordable option, but for parents who could already afford private school (or were willing to pinch pennies), it put the best schools within their price range. Ninety percent of the Smith Holdings kids would not have attended our high school without the stipend. The kids with economically advantaged parents treated Smith Holdings students like invaders (even the ones who would have attended without the stipend). They held the twins responsible for opening the floodgates to the barbarism of their inferiors. The Smith Holdings kids also kept their distance from the twins, although without the venomous looks. As seemed to be my lot in life, my social status made the twins feel like their situation was par for the course. I was not wealthy, so the rich kids hated me; but not openly since in grammar school I proved dangerously capable of catching would-be tormentors alone. I did not bear the last name Smith, but I was not a Smith Holdings kid. Rachel and Roger's generosity made it possible for the school to offer scholarships, but the administration had nothing to do with choosing me for one of those grants. Much like the school supplies which auto-magically appeared for the twins and I at the mansion (Marisa's stuff always involved shopping trips), my tuition was paid with the same check that took care of the twins. Swim tryouts made the situation worse (not that the twins and I thought no one talking to us was necessarily a bad thing). Three popular seniors were cut to make room for us. The twins had an abundance of natural talent, and I entered the pool armed with the same training. No one could compete. The twins were my measuring stick when I set out to make the team. I came up short, but far ahead of anyone whom the water did not love as it did the twins. The other kids were good, just not in the same class. In a school deprived of winning sports programs, the coach was not going to give up a winning season. The three seniors were a part of the core in-crowd and drove a movement to keep the twins and me isolated. Even the most unpopular kids shunned us to avoid being caught in the fire. The twins, being who they were, welcomed the excuse to collapse into themselves. Rachel seemed pained by it, more for me than her sons. For those few months, I only needed to look 'mopish' to find myself wrapped in the sweetest smelling hug I could imagine. Our REAL swim coach cut our practices to five days a week believing that while practice could center us, it should not be our center. I sold the twins on making two of the practice days on weekends. We got to sleep in two school days, leaving me better able to handle my martial arts training. To be honest, I was doing quite well (not that anybody who saw me at the mansion would have been able to tell). Iris went to a public high school; she did not feel any peer pressure to keep her distance so I got sex whenever I wanted. My baby sister reinstated bedtime story reading with me when my stepfather got permanently kicked out. The dumbass cheated on my mother during the 'rejuvenated' period of their marriage. My mother was far from devastated; she seemed almost embarrassed by the sympathy everyone gave her. The entire extended family tried to be as supportive as possible to make sure my mother had no reason to let him back into the fold. Having been present for the final blowout, I knew HE was never going to forgive her. His mistress was a younger woman, out of high school on the technicality of having dropped out. My mother set the stage perfectly. Aunt Esmerelda got Marisa out of the kill-zone by throwing a sleepover for her nieces and nephews. She tried to take Iris and me but the look in my mother's eyes when it was suggested glued our asses to the sofa. The argument started out normally. "I have to talk to you," my mother said as soon as he walked in the door. The ice in her voice was a dead giveaway she wanted to do more than talk. (Yelling--my mother was very good at yelling!) "Can't you give me time to get settled?" he asked angrily, glancing at Iris and me. He tried to question us with his eyes; but having experienced the full power of my mother's lungs at one time or another, we were imitating the furniture. I even managed not to smile. "Who is Omaira?" she said. Somehow, her voice got colder. He went with the tried and tested techniques of ducking the questions, trying to delay any admission, and finally blaming her for his indiscretion. The last was a mistake. "So fucking what! I can go tell Rachel you were fucking her husband. Where would that leave your precious, little boy? He'd have to go to public school. Maybe he'd learn to be a man there, rather then spoiled baby you're making him!" She laughed, the vicious laugh of someone holding a straight flush when others bet the table up. Iris and I stared at her with morbid curiosity. My mother smiled, making him squirm. "Rachel seduced me," she informed him. "Roger was more of a man than she could handle, but a good woman doesn't leave the important things to chance." The breath froze in my lungs. "This little happy marriage thing, we've had since Puerto Rico," she said scornfully, "it's been the longest I can remember not fucking Rachel." She let each word mark him before continuing, "I want your shit out as fast as possible! I have a lot of begging forgiveness to do into a very pretty blonde pussy." I sat in the living room giving her words a lot of thought after he stormed. My reality had not been redrawn like that since I saw my uncle's hand on Iris's ass. I called the twins and asked them some questions. They nervously confirmed the affair between our mothers. I promptly fell off the couch laughing. They would not let me off the phone until I gave them a full transcript of the argument. "Oh!" Sean said. "What?" "That explains the noise," Patrick replied. I fell off the couch again. The dumbass left and never set foot in our home again. The situation in school could have gotten worse, but the three seniors decided on a direct approach. The twins and I won the main issue at our first competition, an invitational meet. The other teams were crushed under the juggernaut of three boys trained by a coach with Olympic aspirations. The twins showed the first true sign of their potential; and I was the perfect straight man to their brilliance. Sean and Patrick had no equals in individual competition, but relays were our forte. Our rotation became set in stone during the competition. Sean hit the water first; he loved breaking the other teams' will at the block and during his leg. The second never mattered to us, except that day it was another senior, a core member of the in-crowd. I swam third. Patrick was our anchor, and no matter the lead he always gave it his best. The seniors we replaced knew they had lost, and it galled them. They confronted me after school with some of their friends in tow. My lack of reaction to their stupidity and threats only made them angrier. The twins slid around the crowd to stand by me. My first memory was taking class in my godfather's martial arts school. The dumbass learned there were going to be problems when my uncles ignored his wishes and enrolled me in a school the second day I was in the States. Roger Smith trained Sean and Patrick, and after his death Michael, Roger's right-hand man, became their sensei. The twins did not spend anywhere near the time I did training, but they were born knowing how to fight together. Sean looked at me and nodded towards the three idiots. I pointed at the one I wanted the pleasure of hitting. We moved around until we were opposite our preferred targets. The seniors wanted a physical confrontation but on their terms. The twins and I did not have the mental framework to allow that. They would have backed off if the second leg of our relay had not shown up with the rest of the in-crowd. The second leg wanted us on the team. He saw glory and that neither the twins nor I cared much for it, making him the only approachable star athlete in our school. He chose that moment to announce his newly revised opinion about the coach making the 'right' decision. It made it an issue of face for the three seniors. The one I wanted took a swing. It was untrained, wide, and what I had been waiting for. I moved inside the arc of his power and countered with a short, crisp hook. He dropped. By the time he hit the ground, the twins had the other two down. We looked around for more, but the finality of the sudden violence made everyone decide to become uninvolved. The fight washed over; the principal was not going to touch three seniors and as many emerging athletes when no one would admit anything happened. The second leg smoothed things by elevating the three seniors to higher positions on the social ladder. By summer, the mountain had moved to three very unlikely Muhammads. The twins and I entered a protective relationship with the future female leaders of the in-crowd. The girls got a valuable high school commodity, access to successful male athletes, effectively guaranteeing their status as the in-crowd. The twins and I got rabid xenophobes to guard our borders. The day school let out, our swim coach announced we were going to work on correcting weaknesses in 'our' technique and smashing through some important plateaus. As rough as he tried to make it, the sanity of a regular schedule made things manageable. I got up early for practice; afterwards had a sex session with Iris or took a nap or both; spent the afternoon with the twins or some of our female classmates or both; took my martial arts class; played with Marisa in a dumbass-free zone; and got laid before hitting the reset button on the day. While not at the level of The Summer of the Aunts, it looked like it would be a good summer. Iris had become a more creative sexual partner, with a hunger matching mine. Sean and Patrick were waging a successful campaign to change the dynamics of our relationship with the girls in the in-crowd. They cast me in the supporting role of dark alternative to their angelically blonde presence. The summer got darker in one moment of stupidity and became something to remember when sexuality entered the breach created by that instant. Many things in my life came into focus the first Tuesday of July. The silence was the first thing I noticed when I entered the apartment. I had just experienced being shot down by a girl and had been looking forward to some baby-sister-to-big-brother worship to salve my ego. Light filtered from underneath the door to my mother's bedroom. I put my workout bag down and walked up to it. Marisa was crying. My mother's voice shook while she attempted to comfort her. Iris sounded scared and angry. I opened the door. They were sitting at the foot of the bed. My mother held a white towel to her head. Iris held a bawling Marisa. My baby sister had her arms out, pleading for my mother to hug her. The only response she got was mumbled and confused words. Everyone looked at me when I stepped into the room. Marisa scrambled out of Iris's arms and jumped into mine. She buried her face in my neck and cried even harder. "Stay!" I said to the other two females before carrying Marisa to her room. She did not know anything more than our mother had been hurt somehow. I whispered softly to her until she cried herself out and fell asleep. Iris and my mother were holding hands when I walked back into the room. They watched me warily. Keeping quiet was a challenge since they knew I wanted to know what happened. I only needed my suspicions confirmed, so it was a losing proposition for them. My mother babbled the story; still dazed from the incident, it was not very coherent. Marisa wanted cookies to take on the visitation weekend with her father. My mother went to get the ingredients to make sure she would not forget later. There was a small store a couple of blocks away, and she decided to walk. On the way back, she passed my stepfather's favorite bar. He was standing outside with some of the locals. It was the first time they saw each other since the divorce papers had been served. My stepfather made things difficult by filing for full custody of Marisa; my mother countered with a full accounting of abuses. She never made an official complaint, but Aunt Esmerelda, my mother's confidant, kept detailed records--with Polaroids (Esmeralda was my favorite aunt). The dumbass confronted my mother outside the bar; his lover joined the fray. They screamed and yelled some very extremely unfriendly things, but my mother held her own. It should have been loud, mostly-meaningless noise, but Omaira was a fire starter. She egged my stepfather on, giving him the courage to be himself in front of witnesses. He slapped my mother, and his bitch laughed. My mother decked him, which did not have much of an effect except in the eyes of the audience. With his ego bruised, he grabbed my mother and threw her down. Her head struck a fire hydrant. She lay on the concrete with his bitch yelling at her, before everyone walked back into the bar. No one helped her. I walked to the phone and called for an ambulance. "David, no! I'm okay!" my mother said, trying to get up. She had to lean on Iris to manage it. I called Michael, the Smith's man. My mother had been hired to be his secretary before our vacation in Puerto Rico. We were not back a month before Smith Holdings needed two new secretaries, one for him and one for his newly minted Executive Dominatrix of All Things Michael. She got mixed reviews for her job performance; with my mother organizing things, Michael had more time, but no one appreciated the sting of her whip when they tried to get past her with stupid bullshit. He picked up on the first ring. It was on a line he thought only Rachel and her sons knew the number for. I told him who was calling and why. He asked a couple of questions and said he would meet us at the hospital. My mother was becoming agitated about the fuss. I stared at her hard. "Stop!" She tried to stare at me down, but had been waiting too long to be successful. Iris and I guided her into the living room. I opened the door so the paramedics would not have to knock. Iris stayed at the apartment in case Marisa woke up. Michael was waiting with a doctor when the ambulance arrived. He took me aside and asked more questions while my mother was led away. Michael had been Roger Smith's protégé. At twenty-six, a lot of people thought he was too young to be in top dog at Smith Holdings. The twins and their mother were not impossibly rich, but no name except Rachel Smith appeared on any pink slip of a Smith Holdings company. Michael's conservatism was not considered the best leadership style for such a corporation; I understood why Roger chose him though. Roger pulled him out of whatever hole made Michael wear sadness like a coat of armor. Michael's loyalty to the Smiths went so deep his subconscious would kill him before he betrayed it. Michael tried to distract me after his questions. He talked about Marisa knowing the place she had in my life. He loved her too; his wife did not want children, and he found a surrogate in my sister. Marisa had a MONSTER crush on him. The doctor told us my mother did not have a concussion, but it had been close. Most of her reaction was emotional stress. He prescribed rest. My mother was more coherent in Michael's car. He looked around our block unhappily when we arrived at the apartment building. As the mistress of Michael's corporate life, my mother could afford better but the divorce cut heavily into our ability to move. In the living room, my mother sat down heavily, looking lost. Michael watched me and waited. I knew what had to be done. I kissed my mother and whispered I would be back. She protested, feminine instinct screaming what I was about to do. "I'll keep him out of trouble," Michael said, stepping between us when she got up. She stared at him hard. "A boy has to do some things to be a man," Michael said, guiding her back to the sofa. "I've met your brothers, so I know you understand." He kissed her cheek, and turned towards me. I headed for the door, only to have Iris grab my hand. She whispered something in my ear. I did not need any more motivation, but Iris wanted a piece of what was coming for herself. The cool summer breeze stoked the fire. Michael walked in his natural place on the right shoulder of someone with purpose. I needed a second after entering the bar to place the one I hunted. His fire starter was laughing loudly and noticed us first. I waited for Michael to place the ones most likely to interfere. The bitch nudged the dumbass and pointed. They were the only ones who recognized me, but everyone else recognized Michael's job was to get me a clean shot. Space cleared as we walked up to the table. "Is the big boy here to defend his mommy?" the dumbass joked for his playmates. Tossing the flimsy table aside was the easiest method of getting it out of the way. He had been standing up, but my action caused a moment's hesitation. I buried a fist in his side. I took a step back and waited for him to recover. The anger had been brewing too long for it to be quick. I needed him to fight back, to understand there was only one possible ending to our story. He threw a punch as soon as he caught his breath. My body registered the tensing of his muscles before he launched it. I twisted to absorb the impact and returned the favor as he pulled back. I was shorter and not yet full grown, but he only had twenty pounds on me. He threw another punch and had to absorb two. He became wary, realizing I wanted to drag it out. Even if he could get past the training, the anger he put in every cell of my body did not let me feel the pain. Not when I finally had him in my sights! We traded, trying to hurt each other for a while before I heard a chair breaking behind me. "Gentlemen, this is about the two of them. Please, do not make it about us." The dumbass took advantage of my momentary distraction and rushed me. Unfortunately, it was impossible to stop the training instilled in me (Uncle Ovaldo's favorite story was how my godfather taught me the fun game of punching the toys hanging over my crib). The training took over. A more compact one, freezing him in place, met his rush. His charge had been born of anger; mine was the first move in a sequence. We hit, and I bounced back kicking him just above the knee. I back-kicked him while he was dropping. The roundhouse kick had the added momentum of the spin, and the series ended with my right hand catching him flush. I would have kept going, but Michael grabbed me. He turned and shoved me towards the door. The bartender and some of the patrons yelled about the damage. Michael stopped and let me go. I looked back. The bitch was making simpering noises over the dumbass as he stared hatefully at me. I tried to will him back to his feet so we could start over. "That's enough, David," Michael. "Are you sure?" Michael looked behind him. "Wait here," he said before walking over to crouch by the dumbass. They exchanged words. The dumbass was pissed, but Michael absorbed whatever was necessary to get his message across. Slowly, the conversation turned. The bitch showed surprise and stepped away from Michael. I took a seat at the bar, recognizing when someone rubbed on the wrong side of Michael's loyalty. Whatever anyone else might think, Rachel believed Michael was more relaxed at the office with my mother running interference. Rachel rarely gave direct instruction on the running of her company, but Michael had been told anything that made his life better was an asset to the Smith family. He talked until the dumbass nodded. Michael patted him on the head and walked back to the bar. He pulled out a checkbook and wrote one out, which caused the bartender to look around furtively. I doubted the owner would see any part of the money. Outside the bar, I asked Michael how much the damage had cost. He stopped and looked at me, "Roger had plans for you, David." I shrugged; no one knew about my deathbed conversation with Roger. Michael looked up and down the street, "They're very similar to the ones he had for me." I was not surprised. He met my eyes and smiled, "I see some of what he saw in you. Rachel did not agree, but last summer she instructed me to move forward with Roger's plans." I nodded again. "If it works out, you'll pay a lot more than a few broken tables back to us. If it doesn't, we'll talk about how much you owe me." "Okay." "You're not going to ask what Roger wanted?" he asked. "Something like your life, right?" I asked, meeting his eyes but not willing to betray Roger's final words. He nodded. "I think your wife's a bitch, but taking care of Rachel and the twins isn't a bad future." He had not laughed that freely in a long time. We walked to the apartment building in the companionable silence of men raised in the image of the same father. He shook my hand before driving away. Iris was flipping through channels when I walked in. I tried to sit down, but she stopped me. "Your mother wants to see you," she said, pointing towards my mother's bedroom. She kissed my cheek before walking to our bedroom. I stood in the living room, considering whether or not I wanted to deal with my mother. I did not really have a choice though. I opened her bedroom door and walked in. I thought she might have been asleep and walked over to turn the light by her bed off. She sat up suddenly. "David!" she said. She got out of bed, grabbed my arms, and studied my face. I had the bruises to be expected from a bare knuckles fight. "Sit down!" she ordered. She had not interfered, so it was her due. I sat on the bed and watched her walk into the bathroom. For a rent-controlled apartment, the layout was fantastic. She came out with a collection of first aid items, and patted my face with alcohol swabs. I winced when she bumped a spot on my side. She caught it and backed away immediately. "Take the shirt off," she instructed. I was about to argue, not wanting to be half-naked in front of her, but she reached down to help. I gave in to the inevitable. She maneuvered me to a more comfortable position. I let her do what she wanted while my mind drifted to the fight. I woke up in the dark with her warm weight hugged to my side. What happened next, I would not understand completely for some time. I could say she was still feeling the effects, physical and emotional, of her experience. I had not come down from the rush of the fight. Maybe, it was that I had fought for her and won; some males have urges concerning what is due in those situations, as do some women. We could have argued it was the first opportunity to do what Oedipus called for since the day in the shower when her eyes touched my groin. I would come to know the hollowness of those explanations; our true nature dictated what happened. I woke up with a hard-on. I knew why I was hard too. Regardless of every fantasy I had of her, social training made me afraid of being in the same bed with my mother (especially considering my rampantly hard dick). I tried to extricate myself without waking her, but failed. She wrapped an arm around me and tried to pull me back. I turned towards her to let her know where she was. It gave her the opportunity to wrap both arms around me and yank most of my upper body on top of her. She pressed her face against my neck and tried to slide her lower body underneath me. I lifted my leg, trying to get leverage to pull away from her. She got a leg between mine, leaving me straddling her thigh. I was about to panic when she relaxed. Her hands stroked my sides soothingly. A part of me wanted to say something, which would cause her to realize what she was doing and whom she was doing it with, but the part with the fantasies fought it to a stalemate. Her hands moved to my back. The part that wanted to speak broke the Mexican standoff. I turned my face to say something. Our lips touched. The other side broke through. I kissed her, a querying kiss. She tightened her arms around me, and returned it. She initiated the next kiss, drowning out any part of me that might have protested. The fantasy became reality. I grabbed her face and deepened the kiss. Our tongues caressed hungrily; for me the hunger was driven by those first fantasies of sex. I shifted on top of her so I was between her legs. She had a long nightgown on so my weight pinned her legs to the bed. She did not fight the imprisonment, instead sought to take the kiss deeper into passion. We kissed until the need for more became so great I had to take the next step. I covered her right breast with a hand and kneaded it gently. She broke the kiss and gasped as my thumb played across her nipple. If she had said my name, we would have stopped, instead she moaned as I placed kisses on her neck. She pushed against my groin as she turned her face to the side giving me more access to her neck. I switch hands and palmed her left breast. We were too enraptured by the drumbeat of our darkness to be elegant. I did not want to stop anymore. I continued kissing her neck until I had enough buttons at the top of her gown undone to reach inside and capture a bare breast. She gasped again, and her hands moved furtively on my skin. I took us into another deep kiss while I explored her breast, shifted my weight, and learned the feel of the other. My dick screamed to be inside our origin. I could no longer ignore the desire, or stop. I moved down her body, unbuttoning the nightgown until a nipple kissed air, and took it in my mouth. She pushed her chest up. I reached down and grabbed a handful of the nightgown below her hip. I moved the gown upwards by bunching the cloth at my hand. I took enough of my weight off her to make it easier. I switched breasts; she pushed up again. I licked her nipples, moving from breast to breast as I worked her nightgown up. Finally, I had the bottom of the gown in my hands. It had taken time, but giving her breasts attention was a fantastic distraction for both of us. I forced the nightgown to come with me when I moved up to kiss her. She froze, before reacting to the invasion of my tongue. It was touch and go as we kissed hungrily while I worked the nightgown above her hips to her waist. I was about to settle my weight on top of her again when she sat up and raised her arms. I took the nightgown off and threw it off the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and dragged me down for another kiss. She rubbed her breasts against my chest and moaned into the kiss at the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. She squirmed when I moved down to feed from the pleasure offered by her bare breasts. My hands traveled the highways of her curves. I was too needful to settle anywhere. My hands grasped her hips, only to pull her up so I could get handfuls of her ass. I was rapidly approaching insanity from needing my dick sheathed by her. I touched between her legs. Desire soaked her thin panties. My touch drove her closer to orgasm. I claimed her mouth with mine, pulled the panties aside, and penetrated with two fingers. She bit my lip as wet heat enclosed my fingers. Her hands urged me on. I took my fingers out of her and stroked her clit while continuing to kiss her. I worked my sweatpants down with one hand. My cock sprang free and licked the air. The throbbing in my ears got louder as we came closer to what would fulfill us. I backed off her clit. Orgasm might clear her mind and leave me crying with want. After an eternity, I was free of the sweatpants. I kept my dick from touching her pussy, something else that might clear her head. I needed it to be a done deal when we touched there. I fanned the heat higher, knowing she had to be on the brink so her body would not allow it to end prematurely. One of Blanca's lessons was applicable; taking my mother's panties off required enough movement and separation that she might be shocked into thinking. (Thinking NOT good!) I penetrated her with a pair fingers, stroking them in and out while I moved my other hand underneath her knee. I moved my knee so I could use it to lift her other leg up. I got her legs high enough to make it one smooth, swift movement. I reached underneath her with my free hand and pulled her ass up. I took my fingers out of her and shoved that hand underneath her ass too. I grabbed the waist of her panties from below, leaned back, pulled the panties over her ass and away from her pussy, the panties kept her legs together enough for me to take them off. Her legs dropped. I felt a second of hesitation but as they separated I put a hand back on her pussy, threw the panties aside, put my weight on her, and kissed her hard. I grabbed her hair, pulled back until she gave me her neck, and assaulted it with my lips, tongue, and teeth. I let go of her hair and kissed her again. It was in the taste of her lips; she would not protest--she would not stop. I penetrated her pussy deeply with my fingers. She bit my shoulder. I brought my obscenely hard dick into alignment. She did not react as my muscles tensed with intention. Her legs moved up my body to give me the angle. I pulled my fingers out of her and used my hand to guide my dick to her entrance. It was a perfect one-stroke penetration making my mother mine. I moved forward until the tip of my dick brushed her pussy. I just kept going like we were opposite magnets that had broken the plane of attraction. I touched her, and she drew my dick inside her. I penetrated with no hesitation from beginning to end until I rested completely inside her. At least, I thought I did, but she hitched her hips and my dick penetrated even deeper. She moaned in reaction to the effects of her motion. I kissed her neck as my mother's heat surrounded me. The warmth increased when she convulsed beneath me. I had kept her on the brink; my dick fucking into her shoved her over. Digging her nails into my back, she screamed. It felt like her pussy had been made for my dick. It was not the physicality of the act. She was my emotional beginning; jealous of my stepfather having her; hating her in childish rage; at times resenting her dominion. She was the first time of every emotion. Nothing to that point in my life could compare to fucking into my mother. She drifted back down to me. I pulled my dick out of her. I fucked back into her. I pulled out and fucked into my mother again. I have no idea how many times I pulled my dick out of her body, only to fuck into her. None were as good as the first penetration, but each was better than anything which had come before I did it with/to my mother. She wrapped her legs around me trapping my dick in her pussy. She was getting close again. She circled her hips to entice a masculine reaction. She got it. I kissed her, pulled back to the limit her legs set, and fucked in hard. She grunted into my mouth. Her legs relaxed, but their trap was no longer necessary; I was ready for my pleasure. I fucked my mother with mistimed strokes, too eager to control the motion. She tried to coordinate her movements to match them, but it only delayed the end we sought. She did not stop trying though. She moaned with feminine pleasure at the power of my wild strokes. The ache I felt when I woke in her bed eased as my body prepared to release. I pulled out as far as I could without pulling out of my mother and pounded into her as hard as I could. The stroke set off her second orgasm; her pussy squeezed, released, and squeezed. I shot into her. It was exactly that, a shot of cum from my dick. She took it as her due. Her legs tightened as her pussy tried to squeeze me out. I was too big and hard for it to work. The second shot of cum left my body, and her pussy softened accepting my dick's presence as my mother came out the other side of her orgasm. She kissed me, ground her hips, and squeezed my dick with her pussy. With her pleasure slowly waning, she concentrated on mine. I needed her motion, squeezing, and her kiss to guide me back from where I had gone. My internal clock woke me for practice the next morning. I froze remembering where I was. Remembering everything that happened the night before! My mother was naked beside me. She did not wake up when I got off the bed and gathered my clothes. My coach saw I was not mentally at practice when I arrived. The twins were talking to him so I thought they told him about my mother's visit to the hospital. He took it easy on me, letting me do endurance work. I could think of other things while I did it. The apartment was empty when I got home. I tried to nap, but thinking about how much I wanted what had happened the night before prevented it. I was no better in the donjon than the pool, but luckily, the instructor decided on a heavy forms day. I had promised to meet the twins and some of the female in-crowd at the mall. Brittany, the heir-apparent to in-crowd leadership was not happy with my lack of attention. She spent most of the early summer leveraging the other girls away from me. She planned a move to a better male candidate for king of the school, like the football captain, during the school year, but she wanted to solidify her position by marking me as hers. The twins were unmarkable, as only wild girls who liked the thought of being shared dated them. Brittany charmed me into paying more attention to her. We headed to the mansion for dinner. The girls were in awe of Rachel; getting served dinner by a pair of maids in full regalia also impressed them. Rachel teased me about Brittany every chance she got. She wanted to be sure I did not take Brittany seriously, but the look I gave her when she asked quieted any worries. Marisa rushed into my arms when I got home. It was late so I carried her to her bedroom. I tucked her in and listened to her chatter. I sat watching her sleep for a while. I think I was hoping my mother would be asleep, and I could avoid a confrontation. I closed Marisa's door and walked into the living room. I stared at the light coming from my room making a hard choice. If I walked into my room and something started, my mother might interrupt it. Iris and I naked would make the confrontation uglier than it had to be. I sighed and headed towards my mother's bedroom. The lamp beside her bed lit the room, but my mother was not waiting for me. I heard the shower and should have waited for her. It would have been the right, the sane thing, to do. The fantasy, which had been the racing heart of the night before, had not released its grip on my soul yet. The magnetic pull drew me towards the bathroom. I opened the door and looked inside. She was in the shower; the frosted glass hinted at but did not reveal her nakedness. I heard my mother humming. The amount of steam let me know she had been in there quite awhile. I. I. I took my clothes off. The shower was big enough for the three of us: my mother, me, and the wanting to be one. I opened the shower door. Since Rachel, wet things were my favorite--the air in my lungs burned as I stared at my naked mother. She turned, startled by the cooler air pressing against her. "David, no!" she exclaimed, covering herself. She put a hand out when I stepped forward. I grabbed it, kissed the palm, slipped it around my waist, pressed my body against her, and kissed her neck. "No!" she protested. Her head fell back to give me more of her neck. I kissed, bit, and kissed again. I placed the hand she used to cover her pubic hair around me. She hugged me tight. I pushed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her neck, shoulder, and hairline. I kissed wherever my lips could touch her. I pulled back. "David, no," she pleaded, but her leg wrapped around mine. She moved her torso so my dick rubbed against her skin. She pulled me in for a kiss, surrendering to what had been left unfinished the last time. We had traveled the road of taboo with our eyes closed. In not acknowledging each other, we left it incomplete. She pulled her leg up as I reached down between us and touched her pussy. She was slick, not with water but with her desire. I dipped a finger inside her. I could not hold on; the need of the night had returned full strength. It only grew when I touched her. I sat on my heels, and pulled her down. She took the opportunity given. She let me pull her down but made sure her pussy was impaled on my dick. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. She leaned back, and I rose up enough to get comfortable. She circled her hips and squeezed my dick. She rolled her pussy forward to rub her clit against me. "David!" she screamed as her pussy took a vise grip on me. She came back to hug and kiss me as the orgasm passed through her body. The kiss gentled as the pleasure fled. I grabbed her ass, pulled her off me, and stood us up. She stared at me when I grabbed her hand. I guided her out of the shower and in front of me. I reached around to grab her breasts. I kissed her neck as I walked her out of the bathroom and to her bed. She put her knee on it and pushed back against me. I kneaded her breasts and continued the assault on her neck. I switched to the other side. I focused my attention to her nipples. She reached back to caress my hip. I moved my hand down, to her pubic hair and lower until I could touch her pussy. I split her lips with a finger and fucked knuckle-deep into her. She moved forward so my finger slipped out of her and touched her clit. I pressed against it and let her control the action. She gyrated her hips, the movement growing wilder by the second. It was time. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed her head down. She bent over, giving me the necessary angle to fuck her. I took my hand from her hair when she climbed completely on the bed and set her knees apart enough that I fit perfectly behind her. I put a hand on each cheek and spread her ass. I dipped my knees to get the head of my dick aligned with her entrance. I surged forward. It was exactly like the night before. My dick made the briefest contact with her pussy and was drawn in until my hips pressed against her ass. She did not come right away, like the night before though. It took stroking in and out of her a few times before her head dropped to the bed, her back arched, and her pussy tried to squeeze me out. I grabbed the inner curve of her hips and pulled back while pressing forward with my legs to prevent her body from expelling me. She moved her ass to drag out the pleasure of her orgasm. She stayed in the same position when the orgasm subsided. I looked down. I pulled back slowly until I was tipping her. I pushed back in just as slowly. I put my hands on her ass and spread her cheeks. The motion of my dick fucking in and out of my mother hypnotized me. She came again to the rhythm of those slow, full strokes. I put a foot on the bed to change the angle. It felt like I was getting deeper and could fuck her with more power. I stroked with the added leverage of the new position. It was not as pleasurable as being directly behind her ass so I lasted longer than I should have. She was lost to the pleasure of what we were doing. She came again, and her pussy tried to push me out but the new position let me stroke through its attempt. It forced her back up again as I fucked her through her orgasm. She screamed into the bed as a pair of willful strokes peaked her again. It drove me closer to the edge. I put my hands on her waist and pulled back whenever I fucked forward. The closer I got to my orgasm, the faster and harder I fucked her. The tempo change alerted her mind and body to what was on the horizon. I fucked into her as hard as I could, pulled back, fucked into her as hard as I could, pulled back, and fucked into her as hard as I could again. Those last powerful strokes demanded she react to me. My cock thickening and shooting into her forced one more orgasm from her. I did not want to release her so I pushed forward with my hips. She let me guide her so that we were spooned together on the bed. The next morning, I woke with her draped over me. She grumbled as I crawled out from underneath her but did not wake. I was more involved in practice that day. Since I did not have martial arts class, I spent the afternoon at the mansion. The twins and I horsed around the pool. Rachel joined us out there for some sun. She was wearing a small red bikini; I got a feeling she knew exactly how aware of her I was. Everyone seemed more alive at the apartment. Marisa insisted playing her favorite dress-up game, Michael and Marisa Get Married (I got to give the bride away and play the groom). Dinner was a loud event. Iris and I cleaned up with a lot of bumping and fooling around afterwards. My mother went into her room, and we heard the door lock. Marisa and I continued to play while Iris watched television. Marisa wanted extra chapters and for me to act the voices out. I did it, tickled-attacking her whenever the good guys were ambushed. She fell asleep leaning against me. I walked out and tried my mother's door. It was still locked. I went to my room and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms. Iris watched me from the bed. We had not been together sexually since Sunday, which was a long time for us. I did not feel like going to bed after my shower, so I watched TV in the living room. It was a mistake. I ended up watching a softcore movie with one my favorite actresses. I got horny to scenes of a naked Rachel look-alike rubbing against every male in the movie. I could have walked into my room and fucked a very willing Iris, but... My pajamas bottoms were tented when I turned off the TV. I walked to my mother's door and tried the knob. Locked! It was a cheap lock. I lifted the door and pushed it against the hinges. I put my shoulder to the door and popped the lock. My mother sat up. Her implied refusal opened the floodgates. The dark parts of my soul screamed in rage that she would dare lock a door between us. I pushed my bottoms down and stepped out of them. "Get out, David!" she hissed, pulling the blanket to her chest. The words meant nothing to me. I walked to the foot of bed as she hissed at me again. I grabbed the blanket and tore it out of her hands. She backed away when I climbed on the bed. "David, you can't do this!" she said putting her hands out. She was wrong. I grabbed her feet and pulled until she was on her back. She had another long nightgown on, but this one had buttons down the entire front. She put her hands on my chest and tried to push me away when I straddled her. I grabbed the nightgown and ripped it open to her waist. She gasped as air kissed her bare skin. I moved down so I could rip the rest of the buttons off. The motion surprised her, and she did not move to intercept me when I settled between her legs. I noticed she was not wearing panties. One less barrier! "David, no!" she whispered, as I grabbed each side of the collar of the nightgown and pulled her to me. I stopped her protests with my lips. Her hands tried to push me away, but her lips kissed me back. I let go of the gown and reached down to her knees. I pulled her legs up and pushed her knees to her chest, spreading her open. I looked down at her pussy. "David, please!" she said. The dark parts whispered she was pleading for me to get to it. I dropped into her pussy. I was still angry over the locked door. I fucked her with steady power. I became a hard column of flesh fucking my mother into never locking a door against me again. She came hard. I fucked her harder. She came again. I fucked her harder. She scratched my chest, protesting when the third orgasm consumed her. I turned her slightly to get more leverage and fucked her even harder. Her nails on my chest turned from protesting to pleading for more. I was young, trained to a physical peak most never experience. The darkness wanted her submission, as every other female had submitted to me in bed. My uncles' training took complete control. I pounded into her, trying to fuck her in half. She screamed with the pleasure of it. My body must have felt her ultimate submission to my will, between moments I went from being nothing but hard flesh fucking her to a son fucking his mother into orgasm after orgasm. She cried my name, and her pussy squeezed me. Her body, surrendered to the pleasure of our joining, wanted my seed. I came so hard I nearly blacked out. She pulled me down and moved her hips seeking to extend my pleasure. She squeezed me with her pussy, let me go, and squeezed me again. She milked my cock wanting, needing to be my satisfaction. We kissed until I slipped out of her pussy. I got up and stood at the foot of the bed staring at her. She met my eyes and smiled. I picked up my pajamas on the way out. The lock was not set when I closed the door behind me. ------- Chapter 5B: Oedipus calling Iris's eyes challenged me when I entered the bedroom. She was used to steady sex and days without put her on a short fuse. She looked at my dick, sniffed, and turned towards the wall. The dark parts liked Iris challenging me as much as locked doors. Not at all. My dick hardened. I smiled walking to her bunk. She must have felt me coming because she turned around and tried to get up. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, forced her face down, and pushed my dick against her lips. She opened her mouth to take me in, but spit me out when she tasted my mother. I tightened my grip on her hair making her wince. She pressed her lips together, denying me entry. I gave her a warning look. She opened her mouth slowly. I held her in place until she relaxed. She put her hands on my hips and pushed me back. I moved, to see what she would do. Iris guided me into a lying position on the bed, keeping her mouth on my dick the entire time. She knelt between my legs and put a hand on my dick. She made eye-contact and held it as she licked my mother from my dick, balls, and pubic hair. She held the eye contact as she moved up my body and impaled her pussy on my dick. Iris rode me slowly, up and down, until an orgasm forced her to press down against me. I let it subside and lifted her off. I moved around so she was lying on her stomach. Her hips came up to make entry easier. ------- Friday was another day the twins and I were scheduled to escort the in-crowd females around the mall. Brittany used the afternoon to make clear to the other girls (including the ones not a part of the in-crowd but hanging around at the mall) who I belonged to. I did not pay much attention having the home situation on my mind. Iris had capitulated too quickly. The mall excursion ended with Brittany dragging me off for a make out session. She did not let my hands wander but was hungry kisser. With a girl who kissed liked that, my time might come, so it was easy to be patient, plus none of the other girls would respect her claim if it only amounted to some kissing. After my martial arts class, I headed to the mansion, avoiding going home for a few hours. It was a visitation weekend; Marisa gone for a couple of days every month was the dark lining to an otherwise silver cloud. Iris and my mother were eating when I finally made it home. I sat down and ate from the plate waiting for me. They whispered to each other, but I did not try to listen in. I sat in front of the TV flipping channels for a couple of hours, while the women adjourned to their respective rooms. I decided to take a bath instead of showering. I discovered I was not the only one luxuriating when I opened my mother's bedroom door. I had not given any thought to going to her room. After I put on my pajama bottoms, I left the bathroom and headed to her room as if I did it every night. She knew I had entered the room, but she wanted our women's power of seduction over me as I had insisted on our men's dominance over her. She sat in front of the mirror putting lotion on her legs. It was a presentation. Her hands caressed her skin as she applied the lotion. She wore a wisp of see-through lingerie, but the profile shot left my imagination doing most of the work. Blanca had explained that I should never fight seduction. A time comes when a woman wants the seduction to become more, but she will signal it. The best thing to do was wait; everyone would enjoy the climax more. I leaned against the wall and watched my mother. She hummed in soft Latin tones, and I could feel the thrum of her body as it pulsed to the song playing in her mind. I did not doubt she was fully aware of the audience and had, in fact, been waiting for me to enter the room. She leaned to one side to apply the lotion on her hip. She transferred attention to her other leg; it was tougher to watch her hands, but I did not move for a better view. She finished and picked up a hairbrush. She brushed her long black hair with her eyes closed, still humming. The thrum my body felt from hers increased when she smiled as if remembering good things. The signal came suddenly. Her head snapped around and her eyes widened when she 'saw' me. She stood up facing me. I was my mother's height at the time, maybe five-foot six. She had been chunky before my stepfather got kicked out; spending most of her free time with Rachel trimmed her down. Her black hair had a slight waviness and fell past her shoulders. My mother's body was defined by her curves. The mathematics of her curve matched Rachel's, in a four-inch shorter frame. The new exercise regimen gave her D-cup breasts some youthful lift. Her small waist expanded nicely to hips that stamped my preferences in the area. The teddy was see-through and tied between her breasts. I looked down to see the teddy ended mid-hip. The open nature of its front framed her lack of panties. Her pubic hair had been neatly shaved. I pushed my pajama bottoms off and walked up to her. She put her hands out as if to stop me and backed up against the bench. I kept coming until her hands touched my chest; they made no attempt to stop me. I grabbed her hair, exposed her neck, and put my teeth on the beating of her blood. With my teeth on her throat, I acknowledged what my family had been waiting for, my tainted blood to dominate my being. I was the latest scion of our darkness. My uncles, aunts, mother carried the stain in their eyes. Of the younger generation who lived in the States, Iris and I were the oldest and the only ones born in the old country. I did not believe the others would do anything like we had done. With my teeth on my mother's neck, I claimed leadership of our small pack. It was not a threat but an open statement that I controlled our sexuality. I was glad Marisa did not seem to carry the part of nature which made me enjoy the slow surrender of my mother's body accepting my will. Her hands caressed me. I held on, for the pleasure of dominating a woman who enjoyed it. Her hands traveled down my stomach. My muscles reacted to her touch. Her hands continued down until they encircled my cock. She stroked me lovingly. One hand continued the journey until she could cup my testicles. She whimpered. I understood the nature of it and released her. I stepped back and buried my hands in her hair. She smiled, continuing to stroke me. We stared into each other's eyes: mother and son, lover and lover, wolf and wolf. For the first time, I admitted what came next was in my nature. I stepped back, put my hands on her shoulders, and pushed down. She knelt and studied my groin. I looked down, enjoying the sight of my mother on her knees preparing to orally pleasure her son. She pushed my dick up and licked me from base to tip. She lavished attention on my testicles with long strokes of her tongue. She licked the inside of my thighs. My mother looked up at me, took the head of my dick in her mouth, and ran her tongue in circles around it. She took my dick out of her mouth and smiled at me. The smile welcomed the embrace of our darkness. She crowded me until I sat on the bed. Having positioned me, she took my dick back in her mouth. She did it slowly--with love and knowledge of the pleasure it gave her son. Some women suck cock with great technique, but they cannot match women who suck cock with total surrender to the pleasure of her man. At that moment, they are nothing but lips around a cock, hands stroking, anticipation of the vibration signaling the flood, and acceptance of a man's essence. I met women with great technique, and I met some of the others. The ones who worshiped at the temple were few and far between--none ever came close to my mother. She lost herself to loving my dick with her mouth. She did not push the pace to simulate fucking her mouth. She kept it slow and long, drawing the orgasm out at the pace it came. Less than five minutes later, I grabbed her hair. She still did not push. It was a long approach, starting with tingles on my chest, which became my stomach muscles tightening and releasing in pulses. I pushed my hips towards her. My ball sack ached as lava flowed through my dick. I pulled her head down on my dick. She let me hold her in place, shooting cum down her throat. She sucked and swallowed what my body gave her. I relaxed, and she pulled back so only the head of my dick was in her mouth. She put her thumb at the base of my dick, and applied pressure upwards. It pulled more cum out of me. She did it again, drawing the last drop. She looked up at me and smiled almost sadistically. She licked and sucked my over-stimulated cock like an enthusiastic teenager trying to get her boyfriend off in the backseat of his car. When I could not take it any more, I pulled her away by her hair. She signaled that she would behave with gentle touches on my thighs. I let her go, and she lapped at my groin with her tongue. She got up and went into the bathroom. I straightened on the bed. I stared at the ceiling thinking more about our family. She came out of the bathroom and turned the lamp by her bed on. She walked to the door and turned the overhead light off. She stood at the foot of the bed and untied the knot between her breasts. I watched the teddy slide down her body. She crawled onto the bed and up my body. She stared into my eyes before kissing me. I tasted the mint of mouthwash. She pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes again. I smiled; it was obviously her turn. I pushed her head back and placed suckling kisses where my teeth had touched her neck. ------- It was a rare weekend off from swim practice and martial arts. My swim coach's wife threatened violence if he did not take her away for at least one summer weekend. My martial arts school was co-sponsoring a tournament, but the instructor prohibited me from participating. It was too small for there to be a lot of kids my age so I would have to compete against adult males. I had experienced problems with inflated egos in those situations. With Marisa at her father's, I could lie around my mother's bedroom in the morning. I felt my mother get up and head into the bathroom. I dozed to the sounds of my mother doing her morning toilet. She came back to bed and curled up with her back against me. I felt the fabric of her teddy and smiled. I turned to put and arm around her. She pushed her butt against my groin as I put a hand on a breast and played with the nipple through the fabric. I dozed for an hour, caressing her stomach, hips, breasts, neck, wherever I could touch reach. My dick got insistent when her ass became insistent. I was a morning-horniness male, if I got enough sleep and woke up slowly, raging horniness would drive me out of bed (or to stay in bed). I walked into the bathroom to clean up. I looked at my mother's shower after brushing my teeth and could not resist the illicitness of using it. The cold water I liked to finish with in the morning had little effect on my horniness. I dried off and walked naked into my mother's room. She lay on her stomach with a pillow under her hips. It raised her ass up nicely; my dick came to the ready. Staring at my hardness, she smiled. She moved her ass side to side in invitation. A woman on her stomach was my favorite sexual position, a guaranteed way to a quick and hard orgasm. Things clicked as her smile turned knowledgeable; my mother knew exactly the reaction she would get. I climbed on the bed. She tightened her ass and released when I straddled her thighs. The teddy made it halfway down her ass. It did not cover anything important, only added to the sexiness of the position. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread her ass. Her pussy glistened with arousal. I saw no reason to prevent my worse nature from getting the best of me. I pulled back and pointed my dick at her. I moved forward until my dickhead penetrated. I was in rare control considering the position and the woman. I fucked in and out of her with the head of my dick. She moved her ass in small circles to entice me deeper. I gave my mother two inches of cock, took them away, and gave them back. The movement of her hips changed to attempting to deepen the penetration. I kept giving a sparse amount of dick to her. It was more to continue watching the head of my dick penetrating my mother's pussy again and again than to torture her. Her pussy gripped me when she came. I pulled one leg up to get better leverage and fucked into her deep. Her first orgasm barely subsided when deeper stroking set her off again. She reached back to grab my thigh. She screamed into the bed when I dropped my leg, and fucked her with short strokes at depth. I put my hands at her waist, tough a hard grip, and fucked my mother hard. After she came again, I settled my weight on top of her and stroked for my orgasm. She grabbed my forearms and moved her ass to help me. I could not hold out long. She kept her ass moving, and her pussy clenching and unclenching my dick when I came. I lay on top of for a long time, but she did not complain. I gave the situation some thought before I decided to investigate the knowledge my mother possessed about what the position would do to me. I did not bother dressing. Iris already knew from the taste of me the night before what had happened. She was in the kitchen, almost finished with preparing breakfast. I had a very strict diet because of athletics. Nothing hard to prepare but it was easier if the entire family ate like I did. Iris had cut a pineapple and was sorting it into portions for the people in the house. She wore one of her thin summer dresses, outlining her form nicely. She did not realize I was in the kitchen until I slipped a hand under the dress to caress her naked ass. She smiled over her shoulder. Her eyes glanced down. She put her hands over her head when I pulled the dress up to take it off. I pinned her against the counter and kissed her neck. She grabbed my hip with her free hand. I spun her around and pushed her down. She did not react when she tasted my mother on me. She worked on cleaning me off and I kept her down there until I was hard again. At fifteen and with my family's libido, it did not take long. I pulled her up and nodded to our breakfast. She picked up the servings for two people, and I picked up mine. I guided her with a hand at the small of her back to my mother's room. She did not hesitate. My mother's eyes held no surprise when Iris walked naked into the room. Iris handed my mother food before climbing onto the bed. We ate in silence with me sitting between. After we were done, they talked about Michael's instructions to my mother after the fight. My mother had been working for Michael a year; and he decided on her bonus. The divorce hit my mother hard, especially after my stepfather made noises about custody of Marisa. We were okay, but my mother's plan for buying a house had to be put aside. Michael expressed a dislike for the neighborhood his personal assistant lived in. He instructed her to find a house in a significantly better area. The company would buy it, and my mother could pay back the loan interest free. She would have refused immediately, but nobody doubted my mother was very good at keeping Michael sane and on schedule. Most of the sister companies' management turned to my mother as a more efficient method of getting Michael's attention. She had become a Smith Holdings asset, and her living situation was as important as Michael's. My mother also had to consider it, even if just for Marisa and me. Iris changed the conversation from whether or not my mother would accept to asking about possible locations. Each had a hand on my thigh and was stroking her way to my penis. They continued to talk about small things, even after their hands met. When I got hard, they turned towards me expectantly. I expanded on what I learned from Blanca and Carolina about controlling the action in a threesome with a male at its axis. I understood my mother and Iris better after the weekend. Ceding control to me allowed them complete freedom, it was another excuse in a pile I drummed out whenever I thought about how fucked up it was to be in the dominant position of a three-way sexual relationship with my mother and aunt. My mother returned the favor of cleaning the flavor of Iris from my dick after I fucked the girl to a series of intense orgasms. I sat in a chair and directed the action as Iris and my mother made love to each other for my viewing pleasure. Iris held my mother's ass cheeks apart when I fucked her asshole for the first time. Marisa came home on Sunday night to three very exhausted people. Rachel used every trick in a lover's, best friend's, fellow mother's, and ultimate boss's toolbox to convince my mother to accept the offer of the house but did not meet with any success. My mother's refusal struck me as strange considering everything she had accepted from the Smiths. My dear aunt Esmerelda cleared the mystery for me by graphically and directly answering my attempted-discreet questions. I chose not to investigate the look in her eyes when we were done with our conversation (yet). I gave Iris instructions to take Marisa to a movie. I did not bother stripping my mother or lubricating her ass when she got home from work. I bent her over the couch, raised her skirt, ripped her panties off, took her ass, and told her to accept the house. She presented Michael with a house listing the next day. We moved a couple of towns over. Marisa and I attended private school so nothing would change for us except we lived closer to our classmates. Iris had to transfer but was excited about it. She did not have anything in common with the kids at school, and the move gave her a reprieve from having to make connections. The house had two floors and a finished basement. The bedrooms were on the second floor, along with a playroom/office for Marisa and my mother. Iris had her own room for the first time in her life. We converted the storage room in the basemen into a bedroom for me. Cleaning up and getting the house ready for us to move in took up most of our time for the rest of the summer. The twins and Rachel were a big help. My new time constraints affected someone's plans in a way which made her take steps she otherwise might not have. The problem for Brittany, the in-crowd female who wanted to be the leader of the pack, was that her options dried up. The twins hooked up with Stephanie, the wildest of the soon to be senior females who also happened to be Brittany's social equal. Brittany had been playing with me during the summer, but nothing serious because the main attraction at school was our football team's quarterback. The team sucked, but he had talent and would start that year. When his father was transferred, Brittany lost Plan A. She had laid the groundwork with me but the moving process made the situation difficult. I did not have a lot of time between practices, house cleaning, and my sex life to hang out with anyone other than the twins. Brittany had other options, but she preferred clearly defined victories and in the trophy boyfriend department, if the twins were taken, I was next on the list for a status-conscious girl. The fact our star quarterback would not be returning did not become public knowledge until August, leaving Brittany very little time to do something about her best competition for High School Queen having control of two of the three most eligible males in our school. Like the beginning of the summer, the mountain moved to Muhammad. Brittany came over (a lot) to help my family with the house, dragging her little sister, Michelle, behind her most of the time. My mother's eyebrows spent a lot of time raised when Brittany was not looking. I was not going to complain that the five-foot-eight, brunette with hazel eyes, thirty-eight D-cup, captain of the cheerleading team wanted to help me out around the house. I did not think anything was going to happen between Brittany and me because she would be a senior. Senior females did not date sophomores (it is in the high school social by-laws). I thought she was biding her time before making a move on one of the senior football players or whoever ended up being the second leg on our swim relay. Neither of us counted on the fire inside Brittany or the fact I was her gasoline. The divorce proceedings were winding down so my mother had extra money and wanted my wardrobe updated. I tried to avoid doing the shopping and managed to put it off until the last week of summer. The twins found tremendous joy in announcing to the girls I needed to hit the mall hard. The twins' girlfriend spent most of the summer crawling up Brittany's temper by making it obvious she had the twins socially wrapped around her pinky. Brittany managed to keep from reacting but the closer we got to September with no socially acceptable boyfriend on her arm, the more the twins' girlfriend scored. As if shopping was not bad enough, I had to do it with two girls sniping at each other and a few others marking each direct hit with gasps of appreciation. The twins, their girlfriend, a couple of the other girls, Brittany and I ended up at the mansion after the mall (none too soon either!). The girlfriend was scoring major points on her 'home' turf. She dragged the twins into their bedroom for what she made obvious was going to be more than making out. The other girls were shocked, but a hint of envy showed. Few males could compare with the twins in the looks department. Brittany saw her Prom Queen title slipping away. "David, is there a guest bedroom?" she asked loudly. The girls gasped. I nodded towards the steps--I had a guest room of my own. She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs. She slammed the door shut, pushed me onto the bed, and paced around the room. I lay back and stared at the ceiling. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked me. I was wearing a sweatshirt and pants, but did not have anything on underneath. "I'm okay." She smiled devilishly, "Come on, take it off! We might be here awhile." "I'm not wearing anything underneath," I said. She walked, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up. She spun us around so she could sit on the bed. "I guess I get a show," she said with a lot more devil in her smile. She challenged me with the tone of her voice. Dared me to strip. I pulled shirt over my head. I grabbed the waist of the sweatpants and cocked an eyebrow. Brittany's eyes lapped at me. Brittany was a couple of inches taller and two years older, but I out-massed her easily. My staple in the pool and the dojo was applied power; it stamped my body hard. Brittany and I had made out a lot, but neither of us tried to make anything of it. Had we gone even a little further, she would have known she was playing with fire. She got up and stood in front me. She did not meet my eyes instead put her hand on my chest. She ran it down to my stomach feeling the muscles react to her touch. She ran her other hand along the width of my shoulders. Her hands were warm; Brittany ran as hot as I did. She moved closer, for a kiss. The bitterness of her annoyance was losing ground to rapidly encroaching heat. Her mouth opened; our tongues clashed in my mouth. Brittany was, hands down, the best looking girl in school and compared favorably with any woman. She had hit her stride running towards the woman she would become, one who could make men beg for it. I put my arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around my neck. The kiss intensified as I moved our dancing tongues into her mouth. Brittany made the next move, bringing her hands down to stroke my sides. She broke the kiss and dropped soft kisses on my neck. Her lips drew a trail down my chest and continued to my stomach. The licking did it. She stopped kissing and used her tongue. I grabbed two handfuls of her dark hair, pulled her up, and kissed her hard. She moaned pressing against me. My hands made a beeline for her ass. I grabbed two handfuls and pulled her to me. She moaned again at the contact, and her kiss became desperate. Then we learned what sexual compatibility really meant. I took a hand from her ass and pushed it under her tank top. I moved down to kiss her neck. I popped her right breast free by pushing the cup up and off. I palmed her breast and bit her neck. "OH, MY GOD!" she whispered. Her legs gave out so fast it caught me by surprise. I dropped to keep her from falling. Brittany convulsed in my arms. I pulled back thinking something was wrong. She put a hand on my chest as her body shivered. Brittany was in the throes of orgasm. Finally, she leaned back against the bed and stared at me. I did not know what to say. Her eyes continued to watch me; I pulled my hand out of her shirt and brought it down to her hip. "That's never happened before," she whispered. "I never made someone cum by grabbing a breast and kissing her neck either," I replied. "Yeah, that too," she said touching her breast and the spot on her neck I kissed. When she looked at me, I could see the fire deep in her eyes. It was growing! "Nobody's ever made me cum," she said bringing her face close to mine. The fire was burning everything in its path. Brittany reached down, pulled the top off, and undid her bra. I knew what she was saying, but I asked the question with my eyes anyway. "I want the rest of it too," she said, pulling me down for a kiss. It was hard, wet, burning, starving, questioning. I ran my thumbs across her nipples. She pushed her breasts against my hands. I pushed her back so she was leaning on the bed. I stayed away from the spot on her neck I had kissed before she came, but I kissed everywhere else. I brought my hands to her ass and lifted her onto the bed until I could lick her nipples. She pulled my hair. I sucked on a nipple making her squirm. I switched over to sucking the other nipple. She groaned. Brittany had beautiful full breasts that I took my time licking and sucking. It would have gone longer except she reached between us, undid her shorts, and pushed them and her panties down. I could smell her arousal. I took my mouth off her and sat back. She stood up, kicked off her sneakers, pushed her clothes to the ground, and stepped out of them. Her eyes zipped to my groin when I stoop up and pushed the sweatpants down my legs. "Jesus!" she exclaimed when my dick waved hello. I pushed our clothes out of our way. "It's a porn cock!" she said, reaching for what fascinated her. She grabbed me from underneath and held me in her palm. She gave my dick a gentle stroke, enjoying the feel of me in her hand. I got harder; her eyes widened as she looked at me. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. She sat down but did not let go of my dick. I pulled back making her pout, but she let me go. I smiled and put my hands on her calves. She looked a question at me as I moved my hands under her knees. She cried out in surprise when I lifted her legs putting her on her back. "David!?" she asked/screamed. I put her legs over my shoulders, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and pulled until her ass was almost off the bed. I put my hands back underneath her knees and pushed them towards her chest. "David!" Brittany had a very pretty pussy. She trimmed her pubic down to a small nub pointing to her clit. Her pussy lips were painted with moisture. I licked Brittany from the bottom of her pretty pussy, applying enough pressure to split her lips, to her belly button. She pushed her pussy towards me, begging me to do it again. I did. I did it again. I continued doing it, until Brittany screamed incoherently. Knowing what she needed, I marked her clit with my tongue, surrounded it with my lips, and did my best to drive her insane. I sucked it. I licked it hard. I nibbled it. I licked it long. I nibbled it again. I sucked it again. I nibbled it and licked it. I sucked it, and nibbled it. I sucked and licked it. I sucked it, and nibbled it, and gave it quick licks across. I nibbled it, and sucked it, and gave it hard licks as long as the space would allow. She came sometime during the first nibble; came again when the combinations began. She pushed at my head so I grabbed her things, pulled her closer, and tried even harder. She screamed loud enough for anyone in the mansion to hear it. She grabbed the bed and pulled herself upwards to escape. I held her tighter. The power I had over Brittany's body made me drunk. Brittany was different from the others. I did not push her buttons; everything I did to her was a button. I had raw sexual power over her. I stopped but did not give her a chance to recover. I put my hands on the back of her thighs and stood up. I kept her open as she caught her breath. My dick ached from the excitement of her reaction. I positioned it above her pussy. I had to know if Brittany would react to my dick as strongly as everything else so far. I moved down until the head of my dick split her pussy lips open. I drove forward with my hips, but was stopped just inside of her. I pulled back and tried to pound into her again, barely gaining an inch. "OH MY GOD!!" she yelled after the second attempt, putting her hand on my stomach. She was not in pain so did not push me away. I pulled almost out of her and stroked forward hard. Again, I barely gained depth. I knew Brittany was not a virgin, but even after several orgasms her body still barred my entry. I changed strategies. I stroked to the depth I had accomplished, and only after her pussy accepted me did I push for more. It was slow going; I thought I would join her in insanity. She came and dug her nails painfully into my hip. It broke through the need for my own orgasm. I stroked back and fucked into her. Her pussy gave me ground so I kept pushing forward. Her body relented until most of my cock was seated in her. I pushed down on her legs to open Brittany wider, reared back with my hips, and rammed my dick home. Brittany screamed at the top of her lungs. She came the hardest I had ever seen a woman come. She grabbed my forearms, and arched her back painfully. She shook with the power of it. She gave herself another one by circling her hips. Watching Brittany come like that made me feel like The God of Fuck! Brittany was FUCKING gorgeous; naked, beyond that. The sight of Brittany with my dick in her should have destroyed brain cells. Her worship of me as The God of Fuck made it easy for the dark parts of my soul to take over. My dick and personality merged under the single purpose of making Brittany the High Priestess of my cock. I stroked almost completely out and back in slowly. Brittany's pussy was incredibly tight, but the first full penetration molded it in the image of my dick. I no longer had to fight for depth. I pulled back stroked in again. I fucked in slow, relaxed strokes until her pussy locked on me. "DAVID!" She grabbed the covers as the orgasm traveled through her body. I pulled out of her completely. I penetrated her with the head of dick and an extra inch. I pulled out of her completely and penetrated her lightly again. "No!" she cried pushing to get more depth. I took control of her legs and kept at shallow strokes. "David!" she begged, pleading with her eyes. Mine told her I was in charge, and she would only get what I wanted to give. She came up on her elbows as I continued shallow strokes. Brittany took a long time to orgasm. It was hard to keep control with the strokes stimulating the most sensitive part of my dick. She grunted just before my body insisted I take her deeply. It must have been a strange orgasm; her face was confused as her body warmed from the pleasure. I drove the confusion away by fucking into her hard. Her body tried to fight me, but it had grown too accustomed to my dick to do it effectively. She dropped and arched her back. I pulled back and fucked into her hard. The second stroke made her body short-circuit on the way down from the shallow orgasm. She came almost on top of the first orgasm. I could not hold on much longer so I stroked into Brittany as fast and as hard as I could. I could only go back halfway before my body naturally pounded in again. I should not have lasted very long, but Brittany was orgasming on top of orgasms. Each one made her pussy bear down on my cock hard enough to delay my release. I stroked into her getting closer, and her orgasm would push me back a little but not quite to where I started the stroke. It went on for a bit until finally my body could not stand the pressure. I moved my hands down to her thighs and pushed down hard. It opened her pussy enough that in the next orgasm she could not squeeze hard enough to delay me. I fucked Brittany with short, brutal strokes. They got me to where my dick and balls were screaming to be. I pulled back one last time and fucked into her. My entire body tingled as I came in Brittany. I hit bottom and blew cum into her pussy. I pulled back in a natural reaction and pushed forward again, blowing another load into her. I pressed against Brittany, grinding my dick inside her. I collapsed on top of her. Brittany wriggled her hips in a mindless motion at the pleasure of my body on her as the last of her orgasms faded. It should have been the end. But I was fifteen years old and had fucked a gorgeous senior into oblivion. Being The God of Fuck changed the rules, especially with a High Priestess candidate in bed. I pulled out of Brittany, who protested. I stood up and grabbed her hips. I stepped back pulling her off the bed to her knees. I made a ponytail of her hair with my hand and stepped forward until my dick touched her cheek. She did not make a face, or ask any questions. As if we were connected, she did what I wanted. Brittany opened her mouth and accepted me inside. She brought her hand up. I intercepted it. I put it where it needed to be so her thumb was on the underside of my dick. I guided her hand through the motion of milking the last drop of cum. When I let her hand go, she repeated the process but helped by sucking on my dick. She licked me clean of her taste when my body could give her no more. Brittany was mine! I needed time before continuing our initiation to each other's bodies. Brittany followed me willingly to the bathroom. I led her into the shower. She had her hands well soaped when I turned around from getting the water to the right temperature. She pushed me against the wall and lathered me slowly. It had begun with Brittany looking at my body, and it continued with her soaping every inch of it. She knelt down and took extra special care of my dick and balls. She pulled me into the water and helped the soap take flight by stroking my skin. I grabbed her hands, put them around my waist, and kissed. We let the water rekindle the heat. I pulled away from her and grabbed the bottle of liquid soap. I pushed the showerhead to one side. I used a different soaping strategy than Brittany. I squirted soap on her goodies and used my hands to create the lather directly on her body. She squirmed a lot but stopped when I worked on her pussy. She grabbed my shoulders, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. I toyed with her, bringing her close to orgasm. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled the showerhead back to wash the soap away. She turned water off and pushed the shower curtain aside. She grabbed a towel from the side bar, and turned back to me. She took her time drying me off, a little payback for taking her close but not letting her go over. I liked wet girl so I did not return the favor. I took her hand and led her to the bed. She turned around, grabbed my dick with both hands, and kissed my neck. I liked where she was going, especially when she stroked my dick. She smiled and moved down to kiss my chest. She licked my nipples, which felt curious. She licked her way down my stomach and explored the muscle lines. When my dick jumped in her hand, she got down on her knees. She held my dick against my body while kissing my thighs. She looked up at me, licked her lips, and bathed my balls with her tongue. She licked every centimeter of my dick. She did it slow. She went back to tongue-bathing my balls. I grabbed her hair, and Brittany got the message. She smiled, a small upward curl at the corner of her lips, before taking the head of my dick in her mouth. She put her hands on my hips to control the motion when I pushed forward. I pushed her hands off. She tried again so I pulled her head back using a fistful of her hair. She relaxed, giving me control. She cupped my balls with one hand and brought the other to the base of my dick. I used my hold on her hair to keep her still as I stroked into her mouth. I took it slow to find out how much she could take. I felt her react and pulled back. I moved forward to her discomfort zone and pulled back. She used her tongue on my dick as I moved outward. After a bit, Brittany forced the issue of how much she could take. She grabbed my ass and as I hit the bottom of my stroke she pulled me deeper into her mouth. I let her control how much more she took; as soon as she relaxed, I pulled out. Her tongue moved on me desperately. Her hands fluttered on my ass but gained strength when I fucked into her mouth. She fought her body to get more of my dick in. There was something about watching Brittany struggle to take me deeper. Slowly and surely, she taught herself how to take me into her throat. I pulled her up. She pouted and looked down at my dick with determination. I turned her around. She crawled onto the bed and would have turned over if I had not stopped her. She growled and wiggled her ass. I pushed her thighs apart. She spread her knees, raising her ass a little. I grabbed my dick, ran the tip up her pussy until I felt the sweet spot. Her pussy did not fight me. I fucked into her, and her body gave itself up willingly. I reached down, spread her ass cheeks, pulled back a little, and pumped into Brittany. Her head dropped to the bed, and her pussy lubricated around me. I did not move fast enough to satisfy her so she rotated her ass in small circles. I let her continue it until the motion became frantic as her orgasm approached. I pumped in and out hard a couple of times to make sure my motion threw Brittany over and not her own. I fucked her with long, deep strokes. She rode them down her orgasm and up another. I pushed down on her hips, lowering them. It changed the angle enough to push my own orgasm back. I stroked into Brittany harder. After her next orgasm, I pulled completely out of her. I held her ass cheeks apart and looked down. The God of Fuck demanded one last tribute. I gave her ass light spank, which she protested with a hiss. I rubbed her clit with a pair of fingers until her body felt another orgasm at door. I spanked her again. No hiss. I lay down on the bed. She turned around to look at me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my dick. She made a happy noise and licked me. She sucked me into her mouth and practiced taking me deeply again. A few minutes of Brittany's mouth let me gain control of my desire again. I maneuvered around so I could explore her lower body with my hands. She was turned on from giving me head, so it took only a couple of passes on her clit to get the orgasm banging to be let in again. I shifted her around so I could keep one hand on her pussy but run the other between her ass cheeks. She froze when my fingers brushed her asshole. I took my hand off her pussy, grabbed her hair, and forced her to take my cock deeper than she had before. She choked but her ass tightened. Brittany lifted up and slammed her face down. I lubricated a finger in her pussy and pushed it into her ass. Brittany spread her knees and pushed back against my finger. When I had it completely inside her, she pulled off my dick, pressed her face against my stomach, and gasped. I took my finger out of her ass and rearranged our bodies so I was behind her. I stroked into pussy hard; I fucked her past anything negative she might have felt about what was coming. I took her to the razor's edge of orgasm before pulling out of her. When I pushed her down, she lay on her stomach without protest. It was not the best angle, but she helped by putting her hand on her pussy from underneath which lifted her ass. I grabbed one of her ass cheeks in a hand. I spread her ass cheek to one side and moved closer, guiding my dick to her rosebud asshole. I grabbed my dick close to the head and put the tip right on her anus. I pushed forward with my hips, but there was no give. I pushed the finger I had used to penetrate her asshole inside her and stroked. I pulled it out and put the tip of my dick back. Her ass surrendered some when I pushed in. I stroked my dick to keep it hard, and forced more into Brittany's protesting asshole. She grunted but did not say or do anything to stop me. She reached back with one hand and scratched my leg when her asshole flowered open for the widest part of my head. I was in Brittany's ass, but I did not want to rest on my laurels. I changed the grip on my dick and fed more into her. Brittany grunted and groaned almost continuously as I forced my cock into her ass inch by inch. When I had most of it inside her, I let go and spread her ass cheeks with my hands. I pushed down with my hips until Brittany took the last couple of inches. I rested my weight on her ass. I could feel Brittany playing with her pussy so I waited. It was not long before the attention she gave her pussy made the adjustment of having me in her ass easier. Tightening her ass let me know she was ready for the rest. I focused on the pressure surrounding my dick. Brittany's pussy had been incredibly tight; but her ass felt like if she clenched, my dick would be left inside her. The mental high of Brittany giving me her virgin ass placed me to close to my orgasm. I put my weight completely on top of Brittany and wrapped an arm around her neck. She brought her lips to my forearm and played at biting me. I pulled back two inches and took them again. Her ass had absorbed any lubrication on my dick so it was just as tight going in as the first time. Brittany reached behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them. It helped me pull back and plunge in a smoother, quicker stroke. I did not care if it hurt her. I pulled back and plunged in a couple of times, as quickly as her body let me. She grunted and let go of her ass cheeks, but it had been enough. Cum flowed out of my dick like metallic liquid through a plastic needle. I hitched my hips against her ass as my body gave her my cum. Brittany kissed my forearm and pushed back with her ass. It was a slow orgasm as my body had to fight the pressure on my dick. I lay on top of her afterwards and listened to our breathing. Finally, I whispered for her to stay and pulled out. I walked into the bathroom and washed myself off in the sink. I grabbed two hand towels; wet one down with hot water and soap, the other only with warm water. Brittany watched me when I came out of the bathroom. I got on the bed next to her and took my time cleaning her off. I dumped the towels next to the bed and lay down facing her. She stared at me for a few seconds before kissing. We fell asleep moments later. The twins knocking on the door to tell us Rachel was going to be home soon woke us up. We dressed quickly and joined the twins and their girlfriend in the kitchen. Stephanie was very surprised at Brittany wearing the look of having been well-fucked. She was even more surprised that Brittany made no competitive snipes at her about how the situation had changed. Rachel's eyebrows skyrocketed when she walked into the kitchen to be presented with a perfect teenage tableau of innocence. She managed to contain her laughter long enough to invite the girls to dinner but did not make it to her room before she lost it. ------- Chapter 6A: Carmen and Tanya The middle of a large story ------- It was a strange sophomore year. By coincidence, the dumbass took his frustration out on my mother the same night I asked a girl out for the first time. Tanya shot me down but with everything else, she got pushed to a remote corner of my mind. She did not stay there. There were a couple of people, not named Smith, who knew me well enough to call me a friend (not that I reciprocated the word). Edward, a linebacker on the football team was one. After it became obvious the twins and I were going to put the school on the swimming map, the younger in-crowd females usually surrounded us. The company we kept made a lot of guys want to hang out with us. Eddie was so blatant and determined about it, I felt comfortable. His sister, Carmen, also made it easy on my eyes to hang out with Eddie when the twins were busy. After school let out for the summer, he asked me to come over and meet his niece, Tanya; I thought she would be Marisa's age. My jaw hit the ground when I met her. Tanya was lush, too short, and young for so many curves. Her hips were a few inches too wide; a tiny waist, breasts a cup size too large for her body. Everything sexual was a touch too much for symmetry. Tanya and caramel had a lot in common. The sight of her caused me to harden uncomfortably. I felt like I stayed hard until I got the opportunity to ask her out. Tanya saying 'no' was not the end of the world but that was the best thing I could say about it for a long time. Not used to rejection, I made too much of it. I asked Tanya out, and she said no by telling me her grandmother would not approve. At the time, I did not try to understand she had just moved in with her grandparents and might not know her boundaries. Her family liked me, what was there to approve? She was also the first girl I formally asked out. I had been sexually active for two years and done things most men could only dream of. However, the females had been the initiators. Tanya was also the first girl I wanted. I did not think about Iris sexually until my cousin rubbed my face in her sex. Blanca was bought for me by the desire to maker her sister crawl. Carolina could have been more, but I wanted the favors being offered by Blanca considerably more than I wanted something real with Carolina. I wanted Tanya; not sex, not kissing, not holding each other. I wanted her in a complete and simple way that only those three words could express. On the fated night, I stopped by Tanya's house to ask her out. Afterwards, I could only remember how I walked home fighting back the pressure behind my eyes. Before our sophomore year began, Eddie moved to South Carolina to help his brother with the problem that made it necessary for Tanya to move in with her grandparents. His departure and my sexual relationship with my mother made it easy not to visit his family. With established positions as star athletes, the twins and I had fewer problems at school. In the water, we put even more distance between the team and us, so there were no challenges or hurt feelings. At least, no one had the balls to make the challenges or show hurt feelings in public. We were the core the younger in-crowd revolved around, effectively eliminating normal high school social problems. My sex life entered a toning down phase when Marisa became suspicious of the way my mother was treating me. Her curiosity spread to my relationship with Iris, which combined with no longer sleeping in the same room cut down the opportunities to get together. Rachel and my mother's affair intensified after the kids (me) found out. It worked to squeeze the amount of time my mother and I could spend in bed too. The only stretch of time I could get with the two was during Marisa's visitation weekends. Iris and my mother tried to make up for the lost time in her absence. Toning down became the better part of an end in January when one of my uncles lost his wife in a car crash. Iris moved in with them so the kids, all under eight years old, could have some stability and an older female presence. Left with only my mother and me as the focus of her investigations, Marisa brought the sex to a standstill. Luckily, I had Brittany. She made some attempts to find a male more suited to her social status at the beginning of the school year. It was obvious though that something was going on between us. Brittany hazed, harassed, or threatened with social death any in-crowd female who looked at me twice. I did not care that Brittany pushed others away as long as she made herself available whenever I wanted, even if I had to be 'discreet'. Brittany's home made a great place for our assignations since her father worked long hours and her mother assumed Brittany was merely maintaining control of a desirable high school commodity. Her mom made it to the big stage as a cheerleader so her worldview was somewhat skewed. As my sex life at home constricted, Brittany took up the slack. Eventually our classmates took notice of us as an item. I was a sophomore so it made me look good, whereas Brittany's reputation suffered. The only person who could have taken advantage of the situation was Stephanie, but her relationship with the twins made her ineligible for the school's top spot (threesomes might have fascinated the other girls but not THAT much). Towards the end of April, Jeanie and I hooked-up at State, and a few times afterwards. Brittany did not care for the Jeanie situation, but the girl was not a part of the in-crowd making it more difficult to push her away from me. Brittany was not willing to challenge the situation because she had kicked our relationship farther under the table. I had shown some displeasure about it, and Brittany feared pushing would end us. I also rewarded Brittany's silent acceptance with continued great sex. Things were unbalanced by Stephanie dumping the twins. It made her a real threat in the high school status game Brittany was determined to sit on top of. Brittany neutralized Stephanie by giving her something she wanted more than to be Queen of the School. Stephanie was woman-curious; the woman she was most curious about happened to be Brittany. When Stephanie openly challenged for status, I quickly tired of Brittany's bullshit. I thought it rather silly, even for high school. I pointed out Stephanie's sexual curiosity to Brittany one afternoon, producing a thoughtful silence. I smiled when Brittany came back down to earth. She looked at me with questions in her eyes. I told her exactly what she could/should do about her rival. The concept immediately eclipsed her concern over status. She was open, curious, and confused by the possibilities, but her social programming made for high barriers. I had no such handicaps. It was easy once Brittany discovered she wanted it too. I only played the role of security blanket. Brittany made her move at an in-crowd party. We herded Stephanie aside and kept her busy until everyone left. The girls had a little too much to drink, and with the lights out they teased me. It was an expertly set trap that hooked Stephanie when she and I made out while Brittany kissed my neck. I made myself available to each until Brittany kissed Stephanie's neck. I slipped out from underneath and watched them make out on the couch like overheated teens until they burned the alcohol out of their systems. They were too inexperienced not to need excuses to go further. Brittany made the pitch to Stephanie: go to the prom as her date and afterwards the three of us would meet to finish what started on the couch. (A ridiculously self-serving proposal on my part that convinced me pussy could get pussy-whipped too.) Stephanie looked at me so I kissed her. Announcing they were going to the prom together would kill any chance of Stephanie overtaking Brittany. Stephanie was more mature than Brittany though, more willing to leave high school behind her. She did not have to wait until prom for her payout either; Brittany did not make it two weeks after they agreed to the deal. Stephanie was very grateful for my help in bringing the issue to climax before prom. I spent the rest of the school year expanding their sexual repertoire. The girls were given vacations in Europe as graduation gifts so when school ended I was high and dry in the pussy department. The twins' performance in the pool had colleges on serious drives to recruit them early so the two were being flown around the country on meet and greets (and screws according to them). I did okay, but State was the only school seriously interested. It looked like a summer of letting our coach improve my strokes and getting sex where I could. Things changed when Eddie came back for a visit. We partied with my increased circle of acquaintances. Suffering through a boring summer too, Tanya and Carmen tagged along. I had been kept away from Tanya by my schedule and the in-crowd's natural insulation. The girls were very friendly during Eddie's visit and let me know I was welcome to come over any time. The invitation was something to do in an otherwise dead summer. Jeanie was visiting the girls the first time I stopped by. The possibilities inherent in the situation struck me later that weekend. Marisa was with her father, and Iris wanted a change of pace from her new life. Iris and my mother were giving me a show when they got carried away with each other. Everything about Jeanie, Carmen, and Tanya came together for me. I had spent some time in Jeanie's apartment so I knew which door to knock on. Jeanie was happy to see me; she had recently dumped her boyfriend and summers were a time away from rumor prone eyes. A week later, I lay between Cara and Jeanie staring at the ceiling remembering how things started with 'The Itch'. Mother and daughter were having a conversation regarding what I wanted from Jeanie. Cara looked pissed until Jeanie described Tanya. Cara stared at me hard, and I smiled. Jeanie liked women; but lust overflowed her voice when she spoke of Tanya. Important Uncle Lesson: women negotiate. Cara did not like me using Jeanie, but she respected the fact Jeanie had reasons for wanting to be used. Jeanie wanted Tanya probably as badly as I had wanted little Miss Caramel the summer before. The conversation turned towards the best way to getting what we wanted. I smiled at the 'we'. Cara's seduction skills impressed me, and I listened carefully to her suggestions. Even if nothing happened, Cara was going to make the whole affair worthwhile. The women were careful to avoid 'noticing' they were naked on Jeanie's bed. Neither female was ready for that, no matter what had happened minutes before. I smiled knowing I was about to become a facilitator for another couple. Jeanie and Cara behaved more like best friends than mother and daughter, but the boundaries were hard to surmount. They had crossed one but were not comfortable dwelling on their success. When I considered fucking mother and daughter as they played with each other, my dick rose up and distracted them. By that time, it was July. Cara invited the girls over for dinner and after meeting them assured me it would only take a month to get what I wanted. Tanya and Carmen were constrained by the conservative views of Carmen's parents. They were ready to let their hair down. Both had boyfriends my sophomore year so they had some experience, but Jeanie and I were light-years ahead. Tanya's boyfriend also dumped her inelegantly, and she was in the mood for some psychological payback. Carmen's boyfriend was away for the summer, and she did not trust his fidelity. Far more than Jeanie, Carmen was the catalyst that detonated my summer. She was a sexual opportunist, who rode the seduction steadfastly to its conclusion. Any time we arrived to a point where one of the girls had to take a step forward, Carmen did. The beginning followed the established high school summer pattern. The four of us hung out at the mall, the local diner, Jeanie's house, the girls' apartment, and anywhere we could be alone. There must have been some girl talk because Carmen and Tanya looked at me differently. The giggling when I arrived after swim practice to hang out gave it away too. Jeanie initiated the teasing phase, but Carmen kicked the real game off by openly flirting with me. Tanya participated out of natural female competitiveness. I made sure to ration attention to them evenly. I knew the day Jeanie talked about our sex life with the girls; Carmen and Tanya's eyes bore into me when stopped by. Carmen's eyes were burning embers; she had a healthy sexual appetite and been without for over a month. The look she gave Tanya made it obvious she knew who was being seduced, but I would have to pay for her cooperation. Carmen was five-foot-six with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a thick body. Big thighs, a tight ass that would hurt a hand to spank, large breasts; she was the 'biggest' of the three girls. If fucking Carmen was the toll, I would happily pay it. I asked Jeanie afterwards what she had told them about me. "The truth," she replied. The flirting turned sexual, especially with Carmen. Tanya acted unsure but continued to play along. Innocent touches became caresses, graduating to body contact as the flirting got edgy. We might have lost Tanya, except Carmen's mother intervened and unwittingly closed the corral door behind her granddaughter. Carmen's father was a floor supervisor at a Smith manufacturing plant, and her mother worked at the main office. Rumors about Michael and my mother abounded among Smith Holdings employees. My mother accompanied Michael everywhere, and their closeness was obvious. Within the Smith community, Marisa and I were handled with the same kid gloves as the twins. Everyone in Carmen's family had guessed that Tanya did something to make me stop coming around the summer before. It put them in an uncomfortable position when I started coming over again. The consequences of snubbing me again could affect their situation considering my mother worked closely with the Smith's top dog. Carmen told me her mother took Tanya aside and asked what I had done to her last summer. When Tanya said 'nothing' and made the mistake of admitting she was the reason I stopped visiting. Carmen's mother laid down the law, telling Tanya to be nice to me and that they did not want her to do anything to make me unwelcome in their home. Tanya took her grandmother's words as a directive to do what I wanted; it was exactly the excuse she needed to do what SHE wanted. Grandma's edict turned the corner committing all the players to riding the script to the end. Cara offered to take the girls to the mountain lake for a weekend, and Carmen's parents gave their permission. No one told the parents I was hosting the mountain getaway. Rachel happily let me use her cabin when I chose a Marisa visitation weekend. With both of the kids away, she would have my mother to herself. Cara jumped at the opportunity to live like the other half. Carmen and Tanya were just happy to get out from under their parent's thumbs for a long weekend. The girls were surprised when Jeanie mentioned I invited everyone to stay at the Smith cabin with me. Like Cara, the 'Smith cabin' made them agree, even if they had to ignore the 'with me' part. The small vacation, starting on a Friday morning, required shopping. The girls and I decided on a Thursday afternoon excursion to the mall. Everyone had been generous with mall gift certificates for my birthday. Free of the divorce costs, my mother had really gone overboard. I did not have a lot of time for buying things so I had a year's worth of Christmas, birthday, and spending money saved up. Needless to say, the girls were pleased I was so willing to spend my stash on them. Jeanie suggested since I paid for a lot of their stuff, I deserved a private fashion show. The notion seemed lame to me, although the two girls jumping at the opportunity had promise. My house was chosen as the location. Marisa and her cousins planned a sleepover across several houses, which spanned a few days prior to the weekend with her dad. Rachel, knowing my mother would be alone for most of the week, organized an island getaway for them. The girls and I arrived at the house. The girls took a self-guided tour to satisfy their curiosity before spreading out the outfits in the living room. Carmen and Jeanie started the fashion show with a couple of summer dresses they bought to go out at night. The mountain lake had a small community with restaurants catering to the vacation crowd. Cara wanted to try a different one every night, and I could not wait to surprise her with Michael's birthday gift. He found out about my weekend getaway with the ladies ('the ladies' were a detail he agreed to keep secret from my mother and Rachel). He told me all I had to do was sign for the evening meals. I tried to reject the offer, but he killed that with an explanation of how impressed the women would be. He made it easier to swallow by calling it a signing bonus, since I had accepted the job of being his gofer during the school year and next summer. It was another thing to find the time for, but everyone was in support of me beginning an employment relationship with Smith Holdings. My mother and Michael worked out a fifteen-hour work- week starting in September. I thought the twins would be joining me in the Smith work force, but when I asked them about it they looked at me as if I had grown a third head. Carmen and Jeanie took long enough in my mother's bedroom that I knew they had thoroughly investigated it. Tanya sat next to me quietly, still a little shy. Carmen did a wonderful job of breaking the ice. Jeanie had bought a cute short summer dress for herself, and Carmen chose it as the first outfit to model. Jeanie came out in the same clothes she had gone into the bedroom with to emphasize the joke. It looked ludicrous on Carmen, ludicrously sexy. The dress was at least three sizes too small and ended a couple of inches below Carmen's ass. It hugged every gloriously thick inch that it could on her, and it made me instantly thick. Carmen stood in front of me and did a small spin, bending over to show me the bottom of her asscheeks. Jeanie and Tanya broke the tension by laughing and telling Carmen how hot she looked. Tanya grabbed her stuff, and they trooped up to the bedroom. I went into the kitchen and pulled out a couple of bottles of white wine. I poured glasses for the girls and filled my own with apple juice. I figured a couple of glasses would loosen some inhibitions. I settled down for a wonderful afternoon of women wanting my attention. The temperature in the room went up when it came time for the swimsuit section of the show. I did not say no to any of their bikini choices at the mall. I figured I was not going to get better use of the gift certificates anyway. Jeanie had to have noticed the problem, and probably Carmen since it was obvious even in the modest one piece Tanya had chosen as her first bathing suit to model. Tanya looked good in the blue one-piece; it was cut high in the thigh, which exposed the wonderfulness of her abundance. "Oh!" I said quietly. A look at the other girls confirmed that Carmen had the same problem as Tanya. Jeanie wore a mischievous smile while the other girls looked confused. I had been around female swimmers most of my life so I never thought about it, but Carmen and Tanya came from a conservative home. It was their first time letting their hair down. That was a problem. The one-piece bathing suits were conservative, but still skimpier than anything they had ever worn. There were generous patches of pubic hair sticking out of both girls' bathing suits. "Oh!" said Jeanie, in a voice so convincing I almost believed her. "What?" Tanya asked looking down at herself. "That's not going to work," I said being deliberately vague. Tanya continued to look confused until Jeanie whispered in her ear. "Oh!" Tanya exclaimed and spun around. Carmen looked down and laughed. It broke Tanya's intent to run, giving me more time to stare at her ass. Jeanie and Tanya laughed with Carmen and sat down. Tanya covered her lap with a cushion though. They asked about the bottles and glasses; I answered with a smile and 'no parents'. With that, they had to at least taste the wine. Carmen noticed Jeanie did not have the problem and asked why not. Carmen knew but was drawing it out for Tanya. Jeanie explained about shaving south of the border. Both girls were fascinated; I broke their silence by suggesting if the fashion show was to continue they should do the same. Jeanie said she would not want to try my mother's patience by using her stuff. I shrugged and showed them where Iris left her supplies. Carmen performed her self-appointed job by grabbing a handful of shaving stuff, Tanya's wrist, and leading her back to my mother's bedroom. I think it was the spacious and well-appointed master bathroom that sold my mother on the house. Jeanie grabbed a bottle of wine, the girls' glasses, and with a wink followed Carmen. It took a long time for them to come out in their next outfits. Jeanie told me what happened in my mother's bathroom later. Carmen led the production wanting to see how Jeanie's pubes were trimmed. Wearing a one-piece, Jeanie 'had to' get completely naked in the bathroom. Both girls were embarrassed, but Carmen did a good job of faking nonchalance. Jeanie planned the fashion show portion so she was freshly shaved. Tanya asked why there was a little of nub of hair instead of completely bare. Jeanie explained I liked a little to be left and since I was the dick in her life I got what I wanted. Carmen crossed the line deliberately by telling Jeanie she did not think she could shave herself. Jeanie volunteered to do the heavy lifting. They ignored Tanya as they set things up. Jeanie touched Carmen in places that were not strictly necessary for shaving, and the lathering took a lot longer than necessary. Carmen was left primed for things to go further. Tanya did not protest as Jeanie took her through some of the same paces. Jeanie did not go quite as far with Tanya because of her greater timidity. The bikinis came out after the pubic hair situation was shaved down. I was hard the entire time. They saved the best for last though. Jeanie had convinced them to buy one bikini that was obscenely skimpy, without letting me know. My mother's room was upstairs so they had been trooping up and down the steps during the show. When it was time for the last bathing suit, they had a light sheen of sweat on their skin. They turned the corner into the living room and floored me. They could never safely wear those bikinis in public. Tanya's was blue, Carmen's black, and Jeanie's white. The suits had enough material to cover nipples, slits, and not much else. They turned around to show the varying degrees of thong. Jeanie and Carmen's were small enough to be used as dental floss, but Tanya's took the cake. Jeanie and Carmen's bathing suits had a small triangle of material at the small of their back before thinning down into the crack of their ass. Tanya's was string: from the front that barely covered a pussy I wanted spasming around my cock, it went around the hips I wanted to use as leverage while I fucked into her from behind. The strands met at the small of her back and became one that turned downward to hide in her ass. Tanya bent down a little, and I saw that the material did not quite cover the outer edges of her pussy. It was obvious the vision of mostly naked girls had quite an affect on me. Jeanie took advantage to ramp up the sexuality. She teased me by turning on music to dance sensuously in front of me. It took another glass of wine to loosen Carmen and Tanya up enough to play. Carmen and Jeanie danced together in the middle of the living room while Tanya and I watched from the sofa. Tanya moved until she was in full contact with me. I turned to see her staring at me. I moved to kiss her, and she accepted my lips. We kissed slowly and deeply; she was the one who broke it. I turned to Jeanie and Carmen. They were kissing too. Tanya gasped, and the two girls stopped. They turned to look at us. Jeanie refilled everyone's glasses. Carmen and Jeanie danced together again. Jeanie grabbed Carmen's hips, drawing her in for another kiss. I turned to look at Tanya; she pulled her fascinated gaze away from the girls. I turned my body so I would be more comfortable kissing her. She tasted like I thought she would, warm caramel. I moved so I could put a hand on her hip. She pushed closer to me as our tongues deepened the kiss. "Can I have some of that?" I heard Jeanie say. I tore myself away to look at her. She and Carmen were standing at my feet, looking down at Tanya and me. I gave Jeanie a hard look. She smiled absorbing the look, knowing I did not really mind being interrupted because Tanya was not ready for the whole ride yet. I straightened in the chair. Jeanie straddled my legs, pushed my head back, and gave Tanya a demonstration in how to kiss a man when you want to get to the fucking sooner rather than later. Carmen settled down by my side. Jeanie let go of the kiss, and Carmen turned my face so she could kiss me. I grabbed Tanya's thigh. The girls passed me around in yet another female competition to see who could kiss me the hottest. Jeanie ground herself into my lap when Tanya turned her face to kiss her as Carmen had. Carmen and I watched as Tanya took a step she would not be able to take back. I used my hands to play with Jeanie's body. I moved the top aside and toyed with her nipples. The girls watched as Jeanie leaned back and oscillated against me as the nipple touching got to her. Carmen reached behind Jeanie, undid the bathing suit top, and pulled it off. Tanya froze next to me. Carmen was more experienced than I thought; she caressed Jeanie's nipple in small circles while looking into my eyes. I turned towards Tanya. Her attack on my lips was in some part to look away from the girls and part hunger for more of what we were doing. Tanya took Jeanie's place on my lap when Carmen pulled Jeanie on top of her so they could focus on each other. My hands went immediately to Tanya's ass as she circled her hips. She stopped kissing me and looked at the action beside us. I turned to watch Jeanie pull Carmen's top off. She made a show of working on Carmen: sucking, nibbling, and licking her breasts. Carmen asked if we could move to my bedroom. It was too much. Tanya got off me, vibrating reluctance, and walked into the kitchen. Jeanie and Carmen sighed, grabbed their tops, and put them on. I signaled for them to stay in the room and walked to the kitchen. Tanya was still vibrating as I walked in. I smiled as she put on a brave smile, waiting for me to make fun of her. I asked if she wanted to go back to Jeanie's place. The girls had planned a slumber party since we were leaving the next morning. "No, it's okay," Tanya whispered. She looked uncomfortable with the way she was dressed. "Stay here a minute," I told her. I walked back to the living room and asked the girls where Tanya's clothing was. I shooed them to the stairway leading to the basement and my bedroom. I grabbed Tanya's clothes from my mother's bedroom and went back to the kitchen. Tanya seemed relieved when she saw her clothing; the vulnerability on her face was a turn-on. I walked her to the bathroom and waited for her to change. She was quiet when she came out of the bathroom and on our walk to Jeanie's apartment. I leaned against the doorframe as Tanya used the key Jeanie gave her. She pushed the door open but did not go inside. "Are you going back?" she asked without meeting my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, meaning 'not if there is something for me here'. There was not. The gap had been created and widened by me. Tanya could not cross it, and with two girls starting a sexual misadventure without me I did not want her to. I would have stayed, but only if I would be spending the night between her legs. She might have wanted it, but she did not know how to grab at it. She leaned over to kiss me, sweet and heavy with sensuality. "Bye," she whispered against my lips before walking in and closing the door behind her. I leaned on the frame thinking about knocking on the door and spending the night with her even without the sex. It was a slow walk back, traveling between two gravitational fields. I could feel the pull to turn back but every step closer to home increased the pull of Carmen and Jeanie. They seemed surprised when I walked in; I was surprised to see them fully clothed and watching television. "You came back?" Carmen said getting up from the sofa to face me. "Stupid bitch!" Jeanie said to no one in particular. "What happened?" Jeanie asked me. "I thought you two would... you know, spend the night at my place." I bumped against the back of the sofa, "That's the first I heard about the possibility." We spent a couple of minutes looking between each other. "I guess this means there is nothing here either, huh?" I asked with some disappointment. Carmen and Jeanie looked at each other. Being left to their own devices stopped them in their tracks. "We..." they said and stopped at the same time. "Want food to build up enough energy to go all night." I said with a straight face. I could not hold it for long and rolled onto the sofa laughing. "Food!" they agreed straddling me. Carmen took the opportunity to reinitiate contact by wrapping her arms around Jeanie and pressing up against her. "Do we go out or stay here?" I asked, watching Carmen's hands as they stroked Jeanie's stomach. "Buy us food, and we'll make it up to you," Jeanie said in a voice sexy enough to harden me beneath Carmen. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Carmen rubbing against me. I chose a pizzeria with good Italian food and a dark dining area. I did not mention my decision for quite awhile. The girls were talking to each other, restarting their foreplay with flirting. I wondered if Carmen was aware her motion on top of me kept me erect. It looked to be a natural reaction to the sexual tension building between her and Jeanie. "Well?" Jeanie asked me suddenly. "Uh, you two are the ones on top of me," I replied making sure to keep any suggestion that there was anything wrong with our position out of my voice. They got off me laughing. I told them the name of the restaurant I picked out as I got up. They liked my choice. The dinner was exactly what we needed. I focused on them instead of what was not happening between Tanya and me. The girls enjoyed my attention and continued to flirt with each other. There was hardly anyone in the place so we were able to cocoon ourselves in a corner. I decided it was time to head back when the girls started to proxy touch each other through me. After lingering for a few more caresses, I paid our check, took each by a hand, and walked back to my house. I used the backdoor, which opened next to my bedroom in the basement. The girls moved around my room turning the lights on to a soft glow, opening a window to let in the air and heat of the night, and programming my CD player with enough music to last us through the night. They stood by the radio and whispered for a couple of minutes so I leaned against the wall observing them. They were different from each other. Carmen was taller and thicker with darker hair and skin. Jeanie exuded sex where Carmen's lack of experience and obvious desire for it made her sexy. "David, do you have any more wine?" Jeanie asked. I nodded and went to get glasses. Cara insisted it would make things a little easier as long as we did not get drunk. I opened a new bottle instead of using the previous partial. It was, after all, a new beginning. They were dancing; waiting for me to get back. As soon as I had a clear view they kissed; it was slow and deep, meant to draw me into the vortex of their seduction. They were counting on me being a strong enough swimmer to get us to the other shore. I richly enjoyed the sight of the two teenage girls kissing as I poured them each a glass of wine. Jeanie's hands traveled down to grab Carmen's ass. It should have been the other way around considering the size disparity. Jeanie liked the things that made Carmen different from her. Carmen had a woman's hips and an ass to cover the spread. Jeanie was trying to get Carmen's entire ass in her hands. It was a futile attempt but looked like fun. I put the bottle down and moved over to the girls with a glass in each hand. They broke the kiss and turned as they felt me approach. I handed each girl a glass, put one hand on Jeanie's ass and the other on Carmen's. They stared at me, waiting for me to take my turn at the game. I took my hand off Jeanie's ass and dipped two fingers in her wine. I applied the moisture to the side of Carmen's neck and watched it travel downwards. I put my mouth where the stream began and licked/sucked the taste of wine from her skin. Jeanie tugged at my shirt, wanting the same treatment. I ran my hand along Carmen's ass, grabbed, and pulled her to me for a hard kiss. She received and returned the hardness. I let go and dipped my fingers in her glass. Jeanie and I were more familiar with each other so I took more wetness to paint her body with. I placed my fingers just below her neck. The wine trailed a line between her breasts; I moved my fingers up along her skin until they touched her lips. She licked my fingers with distinct motions of her tongue, telling me how she wanted to be touched. I felt Carmen move away from me and return. I turned so I faced only Jeanie; I pulled her head back to expose the area the wine traveled. I felt Carmen at my back; her hands came around to caress my chest. She did it for a few seconds before she pulled the shirt out of my pants and took it off me. I raised my arms and bent down to let her. She took the time to teach her hands the feel of my flesh after the shirt hit the ground. I unbuttoned Jeanie's shirt. I moved to taste her, but she put a hand on my chest to stop me. She took her shirt off, undid the latch on her bra, and removed it. I pulled her towards me. She leaned back to expose the course the wine followed. I walked the path with kisses, only to lick my way back up. Carmen took one of her step forwards by undoing my belt, opening the front of my jeans, and grabbing me through my underwear. "Oh God! Jeanie was telling the truth," she gasped. Jeanie laughed; I got harder. Carmen put her foot on the back of my shoes so I could step out of them. She forced my jeans and underwear down. Jeanie helped turn me so Carmen could get a good look. Carmen reached down to take me in her hands. Jeanie prodded me to the bed and made me sit. Carmen did not stop looking at or holding me. I wondered if her relationship could survive a desire for bigger things. Jeanie grabbed Carmen's wineglass and put their glasses on my nightstand before doing some more prodding to get me completely on the bed. Carmen moved her head down to take me in her mouth, but Jeanie grabbed a handful of hair to stop her. "No rushing!" she told Carmen and kissed her to soften the words. Jeanie pried Carmen's hand from my dick and dragged her closer to top of the bed. "Slowly, baby, we have plenty of time," Jeanie said as she stopped kissing Carmen and moved to kiss me. Jeanie trapped my hands above my head to allow Carmen to assault me with her mouth and hands. It took a few minutes for Carmen to relax into the gentleness that comes with enjoying moments free of the need to push towards an ending. Jeanie let go of me, and helped Carmen strip. They were climbing all over me in a bundle of exploding womanhood as they wrestled, kissed, licked, stroked, and tugged their way to nudity. I tried not to interrupt but managed to get in a few of my own kisses, licks, and strokes on choice female parts. It was Jeanie who initiated the wine tasting on my body. She grabbed a glass, dipped fingers in, touched my nipple, and directed Carmen to lick it off. Carmen took to the game wholeheartedly, making sure I enjoyed Jeanie's directions. I thought eventually Jeanie would take me out of my misery by dripping some on my hard dick but when I realized she would not, I mutinied. I grabbed the glass out of her hand and pushed Carmen down on the bed with my legs. Jeanie did not complain especially after I placed my first wine drops on Carmen's lips. Soon, they hinted where they wanted drops to go. "Do you want to taste her pussy?" I asked Jeanie as I put a few drops in Carmen's bellybutton. Carmen nodded as Jeanie licked the wine out. Neither had noticed the change in positions I orchestrated as I reached to drop wine on different areas. "I thought this was all about me!" I said playfully as I pulled Jeanie up for a kiss. I put the glass of wine in Jeanie's hand and reached down to stroke a finger between Carmen's pussy lips. "Do you want her to kiss here, Carmen?" Jeanie eyes widened as she realized what I was about to do. "Please, David! Make her lick me," Carmen whispered. I stroked a finger through her pussy again. She was wet, and her pussylips were thick from the foreplay. Jeanie grabbed my dick and held me an inch from Carmen's pussy. I stroked through Jeanie's hand penetrating halfway into Carmen before Jeanie's hand stopped me from moving forward. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Carmen bringing her torso up to look at my dick fucking into her. I backed out of her a little, and Jeanie took her hand away. I stroked back into Carmen with enough power to fuck through any resistance her body offered. "Oh my God!" she cried when my pubic hair tickled her clit. She lay down and put her hands on my stomach. I reached beneath her knees and pushed her legs towards her chest to open her body even further to my dick. I pulled back and fucked into Carmen hard. Her pussy was thick, heavy, and wet around my dick. I let myself enjoy the sensation of a teenage girl with a woman's pussy. Jeanie put her hands on either side of Carmen's face and kissed her. Carmen was close; the foreplay had begun hours before. I did not want her close; I wanted her gone so I pulled back and thrust into her again and again. She grabbed Jeanie by the hair and pulled her away from the kiss. She buried her face in Jeanie's neck as I pulled back and thrust into her once more. I was dangerously close. Carmen's pussy felt as thick around my cock as the rest of her looked. I cheated and reached down to play with her clit as I thrust into her. My hand on her clit robbed Carmen of a penetration orgasm but got her off before I lost control. "Oh my God!" she screamed, letting go of Jeanie to dig her nails into my hips as she ground her pussy on me. I let her ride the orgasm out. I pulled out of Carmen and moved so my dick was at their faces. They looked up at me. "If she wants to taste you, she can take it from me," I said to Carmen. Jeanie smiled remembering the last time we had done this. She gave Carmen a show, as she made sure my dick was clean of Carmen's being. "I want to taste her too," Carmen pouted as Jeanie went over her work to make sure she had not missed anything. ------- Chapter 6B: Carmen and Tanya I was awake when Cara and Tanya came to the front door. I let them in before they hit the doorbell. "Ladies," I said cheerfully. They gave me twin smiles behind sunglasses as they walked in. I pointed towards the dining room table where I had put together a variety of food choices for breakfast "Where are the girls?" Cara asked with a hint of smile when I sat to finish my food. "They're still sleeping," I replied. "They took over my bedroom last night." I could tell Tanya did not want to do it, but she had to know. "I'll wake them up," she offered. Cara raised an eyebrow and pressed her lips together. "I'll put the stuff in the car," I said. The girls packed at Cara's house so I grabbed the bags with the purchases from the mall and my own pack. I took them out to Cara's car. She asked me about getting to the cabin when I came back inside. I had directions to the cabin from my house, and to the neighboring town from the cabin. I handed them over and sat down. "How was it?" she asked without looking up. A slight blush colored her face. "Worth it." "Tanya's a hottie..." "She's said no once," I replied. "I'd prefer it be on my terms this time." Jeanie led the parade to the dining room. She sat down and worked on rebuilding the reserves she burned the night before. Carmen took a seat and did the same. Tanya joined them and sneaked looks at Carmen while she ate. The other women could have told her what the difference was in her aunt. Carmen was wearing "Eau de Well-Fucked". Her mind was also doing some housecleaning on the subjects of sex, men, and women. Jeanie and Carmen jumped into the backseat with Tanya following close behind. Cara shrugged at me as she walked around the car to drive. I got in the passenger seat and turned to look at the girls. Tanya was out of luck if she had been hoping for some girl talk; the girls leaned into each other and were rapidly fading into sleep. I was convinced I blew any chance with Tanya until halfway to the lake she leaned forward to talk to me in whispers. I turned so my back was to Cara, giving us the illusion of privacy. I got the feeling Tanya wanted to make sure I was still interested. At the lake, the ladies wanted to head immediately to the water. I volunteered to stay behind as long as the bags were dropped off in front of the cabin. A pile of luggage and bags were waiting for me when I finished checking the rooms. Rachel's mountain cabin was more of a lodge than an actual cabin; it had two floors with four spacious bedrooms. I put Carmen and Jeanie in the large downstairs bedroom. Tanya got the bedroom next to theirs, while Cara I got the second-floor bedrooms. It had been a long trip so I decided on a relaxing sit-down lunch in front of the TV. The ladies woke me up when they returned. I told them about the room assignments and took another short nap while they got ready for dinner. An hour later, we piled into the car and headed to town. I gave Cara directions to the first restaurant Michael recommended. It was a well-lit Turkish place with a lively, young, summer wait-staff. We laughed our way through a light dinner as the women flirted with the waiter. Everyone was surprised and impressed when all I had to do was sign for the meal. As we walked around town, I told them the meal plans for our vacation. They made sure to look into each restaurant to see how much to dress up for the ones they chose. We did not make it back to the cabin until after dark. Carmen and Jeanie made a beeline towards their bedroom. Cara suggested we watch movies and make a serious dent in our purchase from the ice cream shop. Halfway through the second movie Tanya nodded off. I woke her up gently, and she got up to go to bed. She grabbed my hand and made me follow her. We made out just inside the door, but she was too tired for anything else. Considering my activities the night before, I did not push for more. I smiled at Cara's raised eyebrow and went up to the second floor. I stepped out onto the balcony at the end of the hallway. I was looking out at the woods when Cara joined me. "I thought this trip was about seducing Tanya," she said leaning back on the doorframe, "yet you're out here alone." I shrugged and stared at the stars. She came around and put her hand on my groin. I was hard from thinking about Tanya, and the fact she did not seem to hold Carmen and Jeanie against me. Suddenly, it struck me that maybe she thought Carmen and Jeanie did not involve me. "I must have no pride," Cara said wistfully. "Why?" "You're hard for Tanya." she said caressing my dick through my jeans, "and I'm hoping you'll use it on me." I grabbed the bottom of her short dress and pulled it up her body. "You know, Cara," I said. "With a little effort, you can make me hard for you." She put her arms above her head to let me take the dress off. She was not wearing anything underneath, so when she reached for me I was harder--for her. "What kind of work do you think it would take?" She turned her face up so we could kiss. I was in the mood for the kind of kiss she gave me: slow, deep, and long. I put my hand between her legs; she spread her feet to give me room. I stroked a finger along her lips. She was ready for what I had to give. "You know David," she said as I rubbed her clit in small circles, "She could come upstairs and catch us." "Again," I said making eye contact. "Worth it." When I was done taking my clothes off, I kissed her and placed my fingers between her pussylips. "David, I'm serious. Tanya could catch us." I had enough of Tanya and other people's expectations of us, even if I created them. I grabbed Cara's hair and forced her against the rail. "I want to fuck Tanya badly," I whispered, pushing two fingers inside her willing pussy. "But if it doesn't happen, it won't be the first time I say 'too bad' when it comes to her. It won't even be the first time in the last 24 hours." "But I'll let you in on a secret," I continued, driving my fingers deep inside of her, almost lifting her off the ground. "If I don't fuck you right now, it's going to be worse than 'too bad'" She squeezed my fingers when she heard it and pulled me down for a kiss. I pulled my fingers out and spun her around. She put her hands on the rail and bent over. I fucked into her slowly. Maybe it was the night air, the stars, the woods, kissing Tanya, or Cara being wet for me while I was hard for another woman; I wanted it slow, deep, and long. I pulled back until only the tip of my dick separated Cara's pussylips and pushed back as deep inside her as my body allowed. Both of us knew I was going to make it last awhile. "David, not like this!" she pleaded, moving her ass to tempt me into fucking her fast and hard instead. I spanked her right ass cheek. She pushed back hard. I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread them so I could watch my dick fuck in and out of her. She had been thinking about it all night so she was close. Her orgasm came slowly and from deep inside. I was ready when her legs gave out. I let go of her asscheeks and wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her up. She ground her ass against me as the orgasm traveled through her body. I waited until she was just beginning to recover to strength in her legs. I moved a hand down her stomach until I touched her clit with two fingers. "No!" she cried and tried to pull away. I lifted her feet off the ground and continued my assault on her clit. She had not bottomed out from the first orgasm when the change in sensation and location forced her back over the edge. She stopped fighting me and wriggled helplessly as a fresh wave of pleasure struck her. I slowed the rubbing down when she hit the other side of the orgasm and came down. I could have kept going but it would have cut our time short. I pulled out of her, turned her around, and kissed her. "David, I don't think I can take any more of this," she said breathlessly as I gave up her lips. I took her hand and walked into her bedroom. I moved her in front of me and closed the door. I kissed her while walking her backwards to the bed. Her hands caressed my sides as I guided us onto the bed. I kissed her; on her lips was acceptance of anything I wanted. I did not need to guide my dick into her, when I moved forwards with my hips her pussy was there to receive me. It was a slow, long stroke deep into Cara. I pushed her legs even higher and rolled upward so her pussy took all of my weight. "Oh fuck me!" she gasped at the added depth. I used my hold on her legs as leverage and stroked away from her pussy. I let gravity do the fucking as I relaxed into her. "Oh God!" she screamed. She grabbed my shoulders as I pulled back and dropped again. She had a small orgasm, which led to a bigger one when I did not allow her pussy to trap me in its grip. I pulled back and dropped through the heart of her orgasm. I could feel how hard my dick was but the pleasure I got from Cara's body could not touch me. I was almost a spectator to fucking Cara nearly senseless. It was a long, slow process to get deep inside myself, where a part of me hid from the women in the cabin. I only understood it when I lay on top of Cara's back with my dick in her ass as my explosion came. She ground her ass back as I thickened with the climax of my own need. It was harsh, nearly painful, as the cum made the trip from its reservoir to Cara's ass. I wrapped an arm around her, grabbed her hair with my free hand, and pushed against her ass with my hips. She squeezed her ass and milked my dick when she felt the flood. I lay on top of her while she whispered comforting words and worked her body's magic on me. It became clear to me. I could kiss Tanya, I could hold her, whisper words, and make something resembling love to her but her initial rejection destroyed her opportunity to touch me. It should not have been that way, but it was. "I shouldn't touch her," I said quietly after Cara returned from the bathroom. She put her forehead on mine. "You need to do more than touch her, David," she said finally. "If you don't, you'll never forgive women for her." She kissed me. I looked into her eyes when the kiss ended. "I'm sorry," I said touching her lips gently with mine. "Well..." she replied smiling. "I promise to forgive you that completely physical and quite wonderful fuck, if you make it up to me with another quite wonderful fuck at some date to be named later." I laughed into her lips as she kissed me into surrendering to her terms. The ladies wanted to spend Saturday by the lake--sunning, swimming, and teasing me. All of them wore medium-skimpy bikinis making the teasing part more effective. Other guys approached them individually and in packs trying to separate them from me. Jeanie and Carmen made arrangements to go to a house party later. Cara found a couple of women who wanted to enjoy the wilder side of vacation lake nightlife. It was suggested Tanya and I should catch a movie after dinner since we were being abandoned. There was none of the usual banter at dinner; the other women focused on making sure Tanya and I clicked. It was a masterful exhibition of teamwork as the women took turns jumping into our conversation when we seemed about join theirs and backed off when Tanya and I refocused on each other. Tanya and I decided the two-screen theater in town would be better than taking a cab to a larger cinema. They were playing a romantic comedy, which was appropriate. Tanya commented on my willingness to give up on watching the action movie so easily. She teased me about being a softie at heart; I did not mind since we ended up kissing. The kiss overflowed with promise. The theater had seat separators, which rose up allowing full access from seat to seat. Tanya immediately raised the one between us and waited for me to sit down. She sat down and leaned over so her upper body rested mostly on top of me. She put her feet up on one of the seats in front of us. There was only a sprinkling of couples in the theater. In a moment of telepathic communion, the couples had sat far enough apart to give everyone the necessary privacy to be romantic in the dark. We clearly had the same thing in mind, foreplay. The movie started and not soon after I stroked Tanya with my left hand. Because of her position, I had access to most of her. She ran her fingers on my arm as I stroked her bare stomach. She wore a baby-t and jeans. I pushed the tee up to expose more of her belly. Things got serious when my fingers brushed along just inside the waist of her pants. She arched her back and sighed. I stroked her stomach, but it was not long before I moved to touching just below a breast. Her hand stopped moving on my arm so I moved to stroking below her other breast. My hand dove downwards onto her bare stomach. I pulled my hand up and tried to determine the smallest amount of contact I could maintain and have her still feel it. Her breath caught and deepened as I moved my hands underneath the waist of her pants. I decided to go for broke and palmed her right breast, kneading it gently. She pushed her weight against me, and I could see she had closed her eyes. I moved my hand to play with her left breast, and she arched her back as I circled her nipple with a fingertip. Tanya's nipple hardened beneath my attention. She turned to pull me down for a kiss. It was sexual in intent, signaling I should be braver. I moved my hand down her body until I could palm her pussy though the jeans. She spread her left leg out, giving me full access to her mound. I rubbed her as we continued kissing. We broke the kiss when we heard one of other couples behind us break out laughing. I went back to stroking Tanya's body with my left hand. We pretended to watch more of the movie until my fingers found their way underneath the waistline of her jeans. She put her hands on top of mine; I was disappointed thinking we were going to stop. She unbuttoned her jeans and opened the zipper. I did not take immediate advantage. I had gotten a great reaction from playing with her nipple and wanted to see how sensitive they were. She closed her eyes as soon as I stroked the tops of her breasts. I kept it up until she brought her knees up. I wanted to touch her pussy so I moved my hand down her body, into her jeans, underneath a whisper of cloth until I could run a finger between her wet lips. She pushed against my hand before contorting around to kiss me. Tanya dropped and moved until she was almost lying down on my lap. The position freed my other hand to caress her nipples while I gained her pussy's acquaintance. I kept her on edge instead of giving her an orgasm. My touch was light, moving her closer to what she wanted but stopping before I gave it to her. I found out later Tanya was a screamer so I was lucky the movie ended soon after. We stopped at the ice cream place and shared a cone, mostly by virtue of kissing a lot while eating it. In the cab, I told her I had a surprise; she tried to seduce it out of me, much to the voyeuristic delight of the driver. We let ourselves into the cabin, and she insisted on being told her surprise. I led her to the back of the cabin. I opened a door I was sure none of them had tried and walked out. We were below the balcony I had fucked Cara on the night before. Tanya gasped when I removed the cover of the Jacuzzi. "They don't know it's here," she said, almost clapping at having a secret. I shook my head and her eyes widened in pleasure. I guessed that she wanted to partake so I turned on the water. "I'll be right back," she said rushing inside. I stripped down to my briefs and sat in the Jacuzzi, enjoying the heat crawling up my body as it filled. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes until I heard the door close. I looked up to see Tanya walking the short distance to the tub. I hardened as I recognized the bathing suit. It was the last one from the shopping trip, the one too small but complimentary to the too much of her body. Tanya stood by the tub to make sure my eyes got their fill. It was almost like we had returned to the day I met her. Tanya's hair was the color of caramel. Her breasts were too big for her tiny waist but not for the flare of her hips. She was at the peak of teenage beauty, and I wanted her so bad I almost hurt from it. Tanya laughed joyously and turned around. She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was still paying attention. Her ass was full, somewhere between Jeanie's femininity and Carmen's abundance, a perfect place of too much. I moved to her side of the Jacuzzi, and she turned back around. She sat down at the edge, and I got between her legs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into the water. She moved towards me and dropped a kiss on my lips that lasted for a good part of forever. I could not release her lips. I dropped back and went under the water, taking her with me. It was enough of a distraction for us. I moved so my back was to the wall of the Jacuzzi. I came up out of the water and stood up. Tanya popped out of the water but stayed at the level of my hips. She ran a hand along my hard-on before crawling up for another kiss. I sat down and wrapped my arms around her to grab two handfuls of her ass. She straddled me and dropped kisses on my lips, face, neck, and shoulders. I gripped her ass tightly, kneaded her flesh, spread her cheeks, and followed the string of her bikini down her crack. Tanya was ready, so I moved my hands up her back and untied the top. The bikini had been designed for quick removal, so I did not have to do anything more than pull it from her body. I pushed forward with my upper body so she had to lean back. I came back and took a nipple with my mouth. It was not enough. I wanted the feast of Tanya spread out before me. I moved us so she was leaning on the Jacuzzi wall. Her breasts and stomach were out of the water. I attacked her breasts with my hands and mouth like I had wanted to from the first time I saw her. Her nipples were sensitive, and she reacted to every lick, nibble, caress, and suck as many women would react to a teasing flicker of tongue on their pussy. It was not enough. I kissed my way down her stomach and grabbed both sides of her bikini bottom. I pulled it down her legs and off. I put my hands underneath her hips and lifted Tanya until her pussy was at mouth level; unlike Carmen and Jeanie, she had chosen to go bare. I tried to shove my tongue as far into her as I could before licking my way out and over her clit. I moved forward, pushing Tanya out of the tub until her hips were on the edge. I grabbed her legs on the inside of her knees and spread her. I feasted on her sweetness. Tanya was the first female I wanted for me. Rachel was a teenage fantasy of the unattainable. I wanted my mother but it was in my nature, as much a part of me as my dick. Tanya registered across all my senses from moment I met her. The foreplay at the theater prepared her. I licked her clit hard a few times, but as soon I took it in my mouth and sucked she screamed her pleasure into the night. The sound shocked me away from her. She screamed loud enough that people would have come running if they could have heard. I went back to licking her clit, and she screamed again as my tongue rode her down the post-orgasmic shivers. I let go of her legs and backed away. I had been a good boy scout and brought thick blankets outside earlier. It might not have been Tanya, but I figured I would use them eventually. I laid them one atop the other until there was a useable cushion. I could feel Tanya's eyes on me as she lay where I left her. I took my briefs off and moved to her side. I extended my hand, and she sat up to take it. I helped her up and we walked over to the blankets. She lay down with her legs spread and knees up. She pulled me between them. I plowed into Tanya's pussy. Carmen's thickness felt good around me, but Tanya caressed me. I reached down to grab her underneath a knee and pushed it to her chest. I pulled back and pounded into her so all of my dick could enjoy the feel of her pussy. I let her leg go but lost none of the depth. I grabbed her arms and put them above her head. I kissed her hard before moving down. Her pussy walls vibrated around me as soon as my lips surrounded a nipple. I moved from nipple to nipple as she moved beneath me to give herself another orgasm. She did not scream, just kept moving her pussy on my dick as the orgasm overcame her. I moved up to kiss her. She opened her mouth, and our tongues danced with each other. I shoved my hands beneath her until I could grab an ass cheek in each hand. I pulled back and stroked into her. I buried my face in her neck. She put one hand on the back of my head and the other on my back. I gripped her ass hard and drove my way to an orgasm I could not hold back any longer. My hold on her ass got progressively harder, as did her grip on me, as my hips moved harder and faster. The orgasm started everywhere else except my dick. My chest burned and tightened as I made it to final approach. My stomach muscles quivered as I sped up to fill Tanya. I felt a ting in my ass as I released. It was lava flowing, so I got a couple of more strokes in. I captured Tanya's lips with mine. My cock got harder as if cum traveling through it strengthen the core. Tanya came with me. She screamed into my mouth. I pulled back and fucked into her a last time. My cock vibrated a split second before I shot cum into Tanya. My hips involuntarily pulled back and fucked forward to release more cum inside her. It happened again before I was able to settle my weight on her. I did not want to get off her and from how tightly she held on I guessed she did not want me to either. Eventually we got up and back in the hot tub. She straddled me and we spent a pleasant half-hour kissing and stroking each other to another peak of sexual desire. She whispered to me, describing the things she wanted me to her that night. We almost got through all of them. I got up for breakfast to find the other women were waiting for details. I asked if it would not be more appropriate to get them from Tanya. They vigorously disagreed and tried to bribe me with sexual favors. I gave them enough to earn a couple of kisses but not get in trouble if Tanya wanted to decide which details should get out and which should not. Tanya spent most of the day avoiding their questions and making it perfectly clear I was off-limits now. The off-limits thing pissed off some of the in-crowd females when we got back from the trip. Tanya proved very capable of defending her claim though and kept my dick too spent to let me think about wandering. Except with my mother, but she did not count. ------- Chapter 7A: Summer Crushes The beginning of a male story ------- Junior year of high school was far from my favorite. It was late September before Rachel and my mother came up for air after their passionate island getaway. When Carmen's boyfriend did not return after the summer, she and Jeanie caught a case of the exclusives. Iris moved out-of-state with my uncle to get the kids away from everything that reminded them of their mother. Tanya and I were just getting comfortable as a couple when her father called her home; I did not bother pretending the long distance thing would work. I had curtailed my martial arts training, but the extra time was eaten by my new executive gofer position. Our swim coach also increased practice time so my schedule was tighter than ever. My female classmates were the most convenient and available source of sex partners, but their sexual immaturity soon soured me on them. I had committed incest twice (four times if step-aunts counted). Two mature, sexually driven women trained me sexually. My classmates could not keep up, and I made it worse by keeping everything strictly sexual. My longest relationship with a classmate lasted two weeks. With my sex life suffering a dry spell, I focused on getting into college. Everyone campaigned for me to apply to the same colleges as the twins, but I could not see the finances working out. Marisa was only three years behind me and destined for medical school. I needed to think about her future too. The extra energy I directed at getting into college raised my grades, collegiate test scores, and swim times making everyone even more insistent about my choice of colleges. Our swim coach was the worst; he had been offered the top coaching position at a couple of the schools in the hope he would bring the twins with him. I dreamed a little about campuses with ivy covered buildings and rich co-eds trolling among their social inferiors, but a State swim scholarship was the ticket I banked on earning. Things got a little interesting when Karen, the daughter of my mother's second oldest brother, moved in with us. Karen's father was a shadow of my uncles; he felt guilt and regret. My mother warning me to be careful with Karen was odd. We had just renewed our sexual bond in a night of sweat-drenched sex making it clear what I was supposed to be careful about. Karen was fourteen and a late bloomer. She showed the promise of straight black hair, dark eyes, clean pale skin, and a tight body. In my family, she stood out as a cool breeze among desert winds. Karen's behavior was not consistent enough to do anything but ignore her. One moment she would be smoldering and fleeing the next. Unlike Iris, Karen did not want me to pursue when she ran. Her father's first visit shined light on the matter; one eye lusted and the other remorsed. Both her eyes reflected confusion and pain. Something happened between them, but no one would talk about it--at least not to me. I ended the school year with no worries about college, except for finding a way to get people off my case about finalizing my decision to attend State. The summer looked like it would be a reflection of my school year. I was without a steady sexual partner. I had a confused and hurt teenage girl living in my house. And the twins were spending their summer vacation in Europe, which meant I had our swim coach's exclusive attention. The practice sessions were so brutal it felt like he was trying to make me quit. His efforts only worked to get me closer to a scholarship so I bore down and pushed through. The only bright light was that my gofer position with Michael had turned into learning everything about Smith Holdings by working in every division (even in the manufacturing plants). I resigned myself to my first uneventful and quiet teenage summer when Rachel Smith made the first open move to mold my life in the image laid down by her husband. Seduction may not have been a part of her original plan, but my mother's words said it had not been unexpected. Myy crush on Rachel never faded. It had been five years since my vision clouded at seeing Rachel in a bikini. At thirty-three, she was more beautiful than on the yellow bikini day. In my eyes, Rachel glowed: the halo of long blonde hair coupled with her lifestyle had a lot to do with the effect. She was tall with womanly hips, a lush ass, D-cups, and worked out religiously. My mother defined what I found attractive in a woman, but Rachel refined every detail of what I wanted in a woman. The crush had changed though. At seventeen, I understood I would always be attracted to Rachel, but nothing would ever come of it. The second weekend of summer I was left to my own devices. My martial arts school was giving a test; Michael was on a business trip; and Saturdays were my day off from the pool. Unfortunately, Karen had developed crush on me, which meant hanging out at my house was akin to walking in a minefield. Karen and my sister never negotiated a relationship, even though they were the same age. Karen's crush and the ensuing competition for my attention brought them to blows on a couple of occasions. My mother made no move to push Karen further into the crush or push me away from her. Friday night, before my weekend of freedom, Karen initiated a catch-me game with Marisa and me. I played because they seemed to be getting along, and I wanted to foster cooperation. The game ended suddenly when Marisa realized Karen was only really playing with me. She sensed the sexual innuendo in Karen catching me. Marisa stormed off in protest and slammed her bedroom door shut several times. Karen ignored the theatrics and continued playing, until I touched her ass. It was an accident, even though she had been copping feels throughout the game. I meant to wrap an arm around her waist from behind, but she stepped onto the sofa and turned around. I did what came naturally; I filled my hand with her small, tight ass. She flipped out! I let go immediately, but she got a couple of scratches in before running to her room. In the morning, she tried to act like nothing happened, but her eyes flashed with the same fear and confusion that she looked at her father with. Marisa and my mother spent breakfast looking between Karen and me. They reacted in solidarity with Karen by staring at me angrily. I had enough of the females in my home and called Rachel to ask if I could spend the day in her pool. With a hard look, my mother stopped Marisa from asking if she could tag along. I biked hard to Rachel's house (it burned some of the frustration off). She welcomed me with a quick hug and asked if I had eaten. She laughed at the hopeful look on my face and offered to cook something. The Smiths used a service agency to supplement a small staff, but with the twins gone for the summer Rachel made do with just her permanent servants. Coincidently, the staff had the weekend off, which I did not notice until after my second breakfast of the day. We sat around for a couple of hours talking about the twins and me. She got to hear how I felt about going to college with the twins. I wanted to; but the financial burden on my mom would be too much when Marisa's time came. People trying to convince me State was not the best choice pissed me off. No one doubted Marisa would be a doctor someday, like I did not doubt Michael would be hers. I saw passion in her eyes when she spoke of those two things. Her education would be expensive, and it seemed stupid to make it tougher when my own plans were so unclear. I was grateful Rachel let me get it out. I thought I had gotten one person off my back, but I should have known better. Rachel was never as bad as the rest because she took care of her family. People talked, Rachel did. She got up from the kitchen stool and ran her fingers through my hair. She ordered me into the pool, grumbling about water being the best way to cheer the twins and me up. I changed in my guest room. The Smith pool was large enough for comfortable laps. I needed to think, and the pool helped. I was resting on the edge facing the house when Rachel came out. She had on a yellow bikini (not THE yellow bikini). She was walking towards me, so I got the full effect. The bikini covered more than enough to be modest, but it had metal links joining different portions. There were three metal rings between the breast cups, and links on each hip joining the front and back of the bottom. I needed to adjust my trunks when she dragged the lounge closer to the pool and bent over to put her towel down. She looked at me and smiled. "Baby, can you help me with the suntan lotion?" she asked--to which I nodded dumbly. I had been performing suntan service for years, but the first time was soon after my relationship with Iris became sexual. Applying lotion to Rachel never quite gained its proper place in my masturbation repertoire because I was well beyond rubbing at that point. This time was different. My hard-on explained that the two of us were alone and mostly naked. Rachel also usually applied most of the lotion and only had me do the spots she could not reach. I stood by the lounge staring at her lotion-less body. "Start with my face," she instructed, patting the lounge. With her blue eyes staring at me, I accepted that no matter how much sexual experience I gained, some part of me would always be twelve when I looked at her. I smiled and put some lotion on my hands. Her seduction was brilliant in its timing and rhythm. It was the first time I touched her intimately since our kiss. I traced her features with my fingertips. I memorized how it felt to touch her. There was enough lotion on my hands to apply a light coat on face. I grabbed the tip of her nose and tweaked it. She opened her eyes and smiled mischievously at me. I had been empowered but was not yet aware of it. I put more lotion on my hands and stroked her neck. She was ticklish and giggled. I rubbed the lotion into her shoulders and looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were slightly parted. I took the arm closest to me and put it on my lap. I poured a line of lotion down her upper arm and worked it into her skin. She brought the other arm across for me to give it the same treatment. I did her arms first to avoid getting anywhere near her breasts, but once done I had choose between her legs and torso. Choosing her torso, I painted large drops of lotion from her belly button to the hollow of her neck. Her legs moved restlessly, and she worked her neck in a small circle. I was sure she would stop me; she did not, so I had to continue. I put a hand on her stomach. The skin was incredibly soft; I spread the lotion to her ribcage. I held my breath as my fingertips brushed the bottom of her full breasts. I stayed in the general area for a bit. I shifted the position of my hands so the V between thumb and first finger rested below each breast. A quick motion upwards would have freed her breasts from the bikini cups. Avoiding temptation, I moved to the top of her chest and worked the lotion in. I noticed a drop underneath the links between her breasts. My chest was tight as I slipped my fingers in and spread the drop thinly between her breasts. Her legs were easier to do. I had to stand up, which allowed another adjustment to my shorts. I did the bottom of her feet first making her giggle again. I worked her shins slowly, preparing myself for her thighs. She had thick, athletic thighs from the workouts on aerobic machines like the Stairmaster. I poured lotion on them, allowing myself time to look. I liked thick thighs; there was something very sexual about it. I took my time, making sure her thighs were well protected from the sun while getting a lifetime's worth of feels. I coated my hands again, knowing the dangerous part was coming up. I put my hands on the sides of her hips and worked inward until I was touching the bikini bottoms near the juncture of her thighs. I had the same finger of each hand on opposite sides of the cloth covering Rachel's pussy! Things got blurry. I stopped before I went too far. I rubbed the extra lotion on my hands into her thighs to signal I was done with the topside. She turned over. Without missing a beat, she undid her top so I could work her entire back. As she lay on her stomach, she reached back, arched her ass up, and tucked the bottoms between her asscheeks to expose more skin to the sun. My brain sent a signal to my dick, informing it that as soon as I finished Rachel's back, my hands would be on her ass. I poured a liberal amount of lotion on her back. I rubbed it into her lower back first. I would be returning to go lower, but I was torturing myself by doing it slowly. Her skin was flawless, no surprise to me considering the detailed study I had made of her body for the last five years. I took my time on her upper back, making sure she shined in the sun. She groaned when I rubbed her shoulders so I spent a few minutes massaging them. I moved to her lower back again and dripped a little more lotion on it. I turned around so I was facing her ass and rubbed the lotion into her back. I ran my fingertips along the edge of the bikini. She arched her ass again at the sensation of my fingers along the intimate line. I got off the lounge and moved down by her feet. I had a plan for how I wanted her ass in my hands, but it had to seem a natural sequence. I knelt at her feet and stroked her calves upward with lotion soaked hands. It was a Stairmaster workout day for her so I made sure work out any soreness in her calves. I climbed onto the lounge, straddled her calves, and tickled the back of her knees. She tried to pull away but I was pinning her legs down. When I continued tickling her, she came up until her ass was in my crotch. She turned her upper body to pat my nose playfully before slowly getting back on her stomach. There were too many things for my mind to process in those few seconds. The view of her ass as it came towards me was amazing. The cloth covering her pussy was exposed then gone again as she came nearer to me. I had a half second glimpse of her ass as it came into position against my crotch. There was the feel of her ass on my hard-on, along with the feel of her ass moving against my hard-on as she turned her body to pat my nose. The flash of naked breast. Breasts! I stared at her ass as she lay back down. Rachel's hips and ass moving as she adjusted the top into the correct position on her breasts was an absolutely stunning sight. I rubbed my palms from the center of my forehead to my temples trying to regain my composure. I grabbed the lotion again and recoated my hands. I barely noticed as I rubbed lotion into the back of her thighs. I recovered only when I was straddling her thighs with just her ass left unprotected from the sun. My mind suggested only doing a cursory job but was shouted down by other parts. I did not believe I could get away with taking the time on her ass I had with her thighs, but I could get away with a couple of real grabs if I did it right. I put lotion only on the palms of my hands and touched her hips. I made circles while moving inward until I was running my palms over her ass cheeks. I dropped my fingers onto her skin and worked the lotion into her ass. I moved my hands up, down, and around her ass--but stopped a second before it became obvious I was feeling her up. I got off the lounge and dived into the water. I moved through the water with no purpose or intent trying not to think about how good Rachel's ass felt filling my hands. I was on the house side of the pool when I felt her hit the water next to me. I turned around and watched her swim to the other side. I pulled myself up on the edge and kicked my feet in the water. She swam laps in the well-trained strokes of the twins' first training partner. She stopped next to me and crossed her arms on the edge of the pool. She looked so good wet I thought about leaving before I embarrassed myself. "You need lotion too," she said looking at me. I rarely burned, but I had planned to stay out awhile so I nodded. I was turning around to look for the lotion when she got out of the water. She showered me and laughed as I try to duck out of the way. She followed to shake herself off above me. I tried to laugh but only managed stunned worship. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up. She pushed me down on the lounge. Grabbing the lotion, she sat behind me with a leg on each side. "Can I ask you a couple of questions?" she asked, trickling lotion on my back. I tried to make a spasm look like a shrug. "They're personal, about the twins and you," she warned. She put her hands on the small of my back. She worked the lotion up and towards my sides. Any warning was ignored as my brain focused completely on keeping me breathing and processing information from nerve cells that screamed in pleasure as her hands over my skin. "Are the twins active?" she asked quietly. I turned around to look at her. "Sexually," she whispered meeting my eyes. I turned back around and thought about her question as her hands moved to put lotion on my sides. She was the only person that could have asked such a question, without me creating a wall between us. "Why do you want to know?" "I see you with girls more often than I see BOTH of them with anybody. I'm their mother, I want to be sure everything is okay and they're safe." She punctuated the end of the sentence by poking me in the shoulder. I turned and smiled. "Rachel, the twins are fantastically good-looking in that tall, blonde, blue-eyed, athletic way!" "Yeah, but they're... you know," she replied avoiding my eyes. "Weird?" I asked, earning another poke. "They pull the twin switch thing a lot," I continued, turning around. "Actually, with every girl." "They do not!" she exclaimed and pulled my face around to look into my eyes. I smiled and nodded. "The girls can't tell?" "Rachel, you can't tell them apart. How are girls who are only interested in the twins' social status and spend less than two hours a day with them going to manage it?" She poked the other shoulder for variety and poured a line of lotion from one shoulder to the next before returning the massage favor. I disliked people touching me outside of sex, but had no problem letting Rachel do whatever she wanted. "You shouldn't make fun of me," she lamented humorlessly. "I'm their mother, and I constantly call them by the wrong name." I shrugged since I never had a problem telling Sean and Patrick apart. "How do you do it?" she asked earnestly. I felt guilty I had enjoyed her confusion for so long. "Sean has a scar," I said. I could always tell the twins apart, but I thought the mark would help Rachel. She slipped an arm around my neck. Once she closed it by grabbing her wrist with her free hand, it was a decent chokehold. Her breasts pressing against my back helped steal my breath. "How did he get it?" she gritted out. I made exaggerated gurgling noises and pointed at her arm. She released the choking part of the hold but kept enough pressure so I 'had' to stay in place. "He fell at the pool when we met," I said and continued with my memory of the incident. It had been a public swimming program so older kids were mixed in with us. Sean and Patrick were out of place so kids picked on them when Roger had his back turned. I did not speak English and the twins rarely talked to anyone so we gravitated towards each other. One of kids wanted to put the twins in their place one more time as we headed towards the locker room. When the twins and I turned to walk away from the confrontation, he pushed Sean hard. Sean was wrapped in a towel and could not protect his face from the forward fall. Roger saw Sean hit the deck and watched Patrick and I grab the older boy. We were by the deep end of the pool so Sean jumping back into the fray to help us dumped the pile into the pool. Sean and Patrick were excellent swimmers, but I did not know how. I seemed intent on drowning our assailant so it was not a problem. It took every adult present to sort us out since Sean and Patrick were accessories to my murder attempt. The twins tried to argue for years that it was their murderous attempt, but I repulsed their attempts to steal the credit. "Put your hands up," Rachel said, letting me go. She reached around to my stomach. I put my hands behind my head and sat up straight, exposing my upper body completely to her touch. "That explains a lot," she said quietly. Her hands must have been on autopilot; she was not applying lotion so much as caressing my stomach and chest. "I would have noticed stitches," she said. "There weren't any stitches, but Sean kept picking at the scab which is probably why it scarred." "Where is it?" she asked me anxiously. "It's tiny, Rachel." "Where is it?" "It's a white line by the right corner of his mouth. You have to know what you're looking for to see it." I turned, and she tightened her arms around me. I pointed to spot on my face where she could find the scar on Sean. She put more lotion on her hands and continued stroking me. " I rarely see them with girls," she continued after some time. "Rachel, my house is closer to the school than the mansion is," I said carefully. "I have my own room and, for all intents and purposes, a private entrance." She reapplied the chokehold, "Monster! You've been perverting my babies." I dissolved into fits of laughter. She poured lotion on my chest and, keeping me in position leaning on her, she rubbed it into my arms. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Rachel, the twins are much better looking than I am. Believe me, they have significantly more experience." Even with my sexual history, it was true. They were very good-looking and physically gifted at a time when it was the only measure of success girls had. Since they shared everything, they switched on every girl. A head doctor would have said it was a way to maintain their bond; I do not think the twins ever decided to do it--there was no other way they could do things. "They aren't that much better looking," she defended me. Her voice was soft; my heart beat faster as her hands moved to up to my face. "Yeah, they are!" "Some women will always prefer you," she whispered. Her voice made me hold my breath for a few seconds. She dragged herself from under me, giving me the opportunity lean back on the lounge. Rachel knelt between my legs and dribbled lotion on my thighs. "So how much experience do you have?" she asked without looking at me. My legs were sensitive, the fact it was also Rachel rubbing my thighs nearly drove me insane. Even for Rachel the question was too personal; but she was rubbing my thighs, inches away from my hard penis. There was no way with my size she could miss the erection. I needed to distract her. "I get it," I said suddenly. She looked at me surprised. "If I tell you how much experience I have, you get an idea of how much the twins have." "Well, if you're a virgin then one is significant, right?" She raised an eyebrow teasing me. I nodded slowly. "And I only have to worry about them remembering safe sex once, right?" I nodded again, even slower. "This is the part where you tell me you're not a virgin," she said with a sigh. I shook my head slowly. "You are a virgin?" she asked surprised. I shook my head again. "You were telling me that you are not a virgin," she said. I nodded. "Significantly not a virgin?" she asked seriously. It was an interesting choice of words, and my face went through several contortions as I thought about it. Her hands settling on the inside of my thighs did not help. She used her nails an inch below my shorts. "Significantly not a virgin," I said, not wanting her to stop. "How many girls have you slept with?" she asked. "I'm not going to answer that!" She took her hands off my thighs, put them both on my chest, and leaned over me. "A good-looking, sociable young man, a star athlete, tell me that my sons are having significantly more sex than him," she said tilting her head left and right to emphasize the words. "A young man who was banging the head cheerleader senseless during his sophomore year." I cringed, remembering how Brittany never hid what we were doing from Rachel. "I did not say they were having more sex," I defended. She put more of her weight on my chest. The position framed her breasts, a point I finally noticed. I stared for about thirty seconds before she moved down so her eyes were in line with mine and raised an eyebrow. "You said they were more experienced." "Sorry," I mumbled. "I meant they've had more sexual partners." "Okay, so how many have you had?" she asked, moving back to put lotion on my legs. I counted in my head; Iris, Blanca, Carolina, Brittany, Stephanie, my mother, Cara, Jeanie, Carmen, Tanya, and three of the wilder in-crowd members during the last school year. I counted the girls I remembered the twins being with and doubled the number for switching. "I KNOW you do not have to think about it that long!" she said in false anger. "No!" I protested. "I was trying to remember everyone the twins slept with." She opened her mouth in mock outrage and pounced forward, straddling my hips. She playfully pounded on my chest. I was busy laughing so I did not try to defend myself. It was the first time since our conversation before I left for Puerto Rico that we played. The twins rarely gave her the opportunity, and I had become the surrogate for robust affection. I had missed it. She sat back on my thighs and crossed her arms below her chest. The next question proved she was trying to use her breasts to distract me. "Okay, but are they being safe?" "Absolutely," I said seriously, looking away from her breasts to meet her eyes. "How do you know?" "I buy the condoms." "What?" "Sean and Patrick are embarrassed to buy them." "And you're not?" "I buy cases," I replied. "It helps. The pharmacist looks at me strangely though." She collapsed laughing onto my chest. I put my head back and took a deep breath. I needed it to stop from grabbing her hips. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She stretched luxuriously; her breasts pushed forward and I nearly groaned audibly at the sight. She stared at me with those beautiful bright blue eyes. I wanted very badly to know what she was thinking. "Are you being safe?" she asked. "Very safe with unsafe people." "What does that mean?" "No kids, remember? Which seems to be an excuse to be unsafe with people I know are only having sex with me." "And how do you know they're only having sex with you?" she asked archly. "Do you think Brittany was having sex with someone else?" She sighed before replying, "That girl probably did not masturbate if you weren't in the room." I raised an eyebrow; she was talking to me as an adult. She got off my legs and squeezed next to me on the lounge. "I've only been stupid with classmates," I said thinking. "I tested negative for everything at the beginning of the summer. She nodded as I said the last part. I had talked the twins into testing as a way to make myself go. "So how did you get so good that girls like Brittany don't even think about other boys?" "I had lessons," I admitted before I realized what I was going to say. The question surprised me, plus she was doing the framing thing with her breasts. "I think I would like you to forget I said that." "Oh, no!" she said, poking me in the ribcage. "You're going to have to explain that one, baby!" Her tongue and lips accentuated every syllable making me stare at her mouth for a little bit. She poked me again. "Come on, Rachel," I pleaded. "This is embarrassing." "What would make it less embarrassing?" she asked, determined to continue. "If you had to answer the same questions," I replied, figuring it would end the conversation. "I'm going to go inside, get us some drinks, and we'll play your question game," she said, focusing on me intently. I had not expected her to agree and was stuck with the consequences. I watched her ass sway as she walked into the mansion. I did some mental editing to prepare for her questions. She came back outside with two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. She looked so beautiful I knew I would not be doing any lying. She poured us each a glass and pushed my legs so I had to cross them Indian style. She handed me a glass, sat facing me, and crossed her legs like I had. "Here are the rules," she said looking at me. "Rules?" "Five questions each. You must tell the truth no matter what. You go first and for my last question you tell me what you meant by lessons." I nodded, wondering why there was a limit of five questions (I wasn't going to blow a question on it though!). I shook my head to clear it and asked a question meant to scare her away. "During the last argument between my mother and stepfather, she made it sound like you auditioned her for Roger," I said quietly. "What was that about?" "Be more specific, David." "No!" "What?" she exclaimed. "I had to ask first, so I don't know how far you want to take this, but I know one question I have to answer," I said. She looked away and nodded. She seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question, which made me nervous. "He wanted her from the moment they met," she said. "When I met her, I wanted her too." She turned to look at me. I sat quietly, waiting for the rest. "I seduced her into our arrangement. Your mother was the last woman we brought into our marriage. Is that enough?" The way she said it was more personal than the lurid detail I expected. I had not scared her away. "Question number one: how did you lose your virginity?" she said, smiling as her voice turned the words in my gut. I started sweating. Rachel made me want to be a good little boy, and I was anything but. "It happened with Iris, in the back of a van returning from the lake." I guess my voice said it all because she nodded and waved her hand for my next question. I decided to bring the game to an end. "Blanca, in Puerto Rico, gave me sex lessons," I said, hoping she would let the rest drop. "I thought Puerto Rico was about Carolina?" "Blanca wanted Carolina broken to the collar." She nodded for me to continue. "Blanca was the baby of the family before Carolina came along. I think her family fucked things up with Blanca. She had a lot of resentment built up towards her baby sister. She wanted Carolina to be hers." "How did the lessons come about?" "Carolina was mad at my stepfather and decided it was time to lose her virginity-- with me. I'd be gone after the summer, so it came together for them." "Go ahead," she encouraged. I told her about Blanca walking me down the path of sexuality, from hand-job to blowjob to fucking. About Blanca revealing that she wanted Carolina, and how I could have them both if I did things her way. I explained how Blanca trained me to make Carolina hers, about the reading and the practice sessions where Blanca held me on the brink of orgasm to understand what could happen to a woman if I held her there too long. I told Rachel about the leather and vinyl outfits Blanca had made for Carolina and herself: slave and mistress. I gave her the details of Carolina's seduction, describing how each lesson was translated to practical application. I even told her how it felt to make the mistress give her ass in payment for services rendered. "When I was in her ass, Blanca had surrendered; she was mine. It's a feeling that comes every time a woman surrenders her ass." I looked at Rachel, and her eyes bored into me. "They're mine!" We stared at each other for about thirty seconds. It was too intense for either of us. I had gone too far, revealed too much. We broke eye contact at the same time. I had been talking for almost an hour. My body was surging with adrenaline. I got up and dove into the pool, swimming underwater to the other side. I stayed on the bottom until the burning in my lungs matched the burning everywhere else. I did a backstroke to her side of the pool. My mind was empty from the shock of opening myself so completely. I told Rachel everything about my Puerto Rican summer, even how I thought my mother knew but looked the other way. Rachel was waiting for me. She bent down and stared in my eyes. We held that position for a minute, not speaking just looking at each other. "I'm going to take a shower," she told me before straightening up. She turned around and walked into the house. When I could not see her, I turned over and floated on my back. I was still not capable of reason. I slipped under the water, but the burning in my lungs could not approach the burning in my soul. I floated up to the surface. I was not inexperienced or stupid. This was R-A-C-H-E-L. When my sexual fantasies were an amorphous blob, she gave them form. The seduction had been so long in the making and subtle I was barely sentient when I got out of the pool. I dripped water into the house, up the staircase, and down the hall to the master bedroom. I pushed the door open and walked inside. The bathroom door was open wide; I could hear the water running in the shower. I walked into her bathroom. It was big enough for a tub, the shower, and a small dressing area. I turned towards the shower and watched Rachel through the sliding door. I moved to the door and put my forehead on it. I could not make her out clearly, but I could see her in my mind. It was her moan that did it. One second, I was leaning with my forehead on the door--by the time her moan relented, the door was open. I stared at Rachel, naked. She was leaning against the wall opposite me, her face turned up in pleasure. One hand was stroking a breast; her other hand was buried between her legs. She opened her eyes as the wave of cooler air hit her. Those brilliant blue eyes were somehow brighter, as if need drained color from them. She did not say anything or try to cover up; she just stared at me. I did not break the contact as I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. My hard-on pointed at her as if drawn by a large magnet formed out of my fantasies. I could not feel my body, only the pressure in my head. I stepped into the shower; she took her hands from her body and set them beside her against the wall. It was not a denial or invitation, but acceptance. I stepped up to her, and my body returned to a wakeful state. Electricity shot from my dick as it came into contact with her belly. I moved forward until my chest was touching her breasts. At five foot ten, Rachel was an inch taller than me. I put my hands on the wall above her head and leaned my weight on her. She moaned again as she brought her face down that inch to align our lips. It started where the Puerto Rico kiss ended. The hook she set that night sank deeper as I tasted the sweetness of her lips again. Her mouth opened and she put her arms around my waist. She pulled me closer as her hands trailed fire along my skin. She accepted my tongue into her mouth and stroked it in welcome. The kiss after Puerto Rico had not lasted long enough to satisfy my soul, but this one came close. Our tongues danced while Rachel moaned into my mouth. She moved restlessly, stroking my dick with her belly. I had to break the kiss, if I kept going I would come on her. I dropped my head and tried to regain control. She took a hand from my back and put in under my chin. She turned my face up and gave me a gentle kiss as she stroked my face. She took her lips away and looked into my eyes. I was the boy stunned by a yellow bikini again. She took my hand and pulled me out of the shower. She guided me to her bedroom and crawled onto the bed. She lay down on her back and drew me between her legs. I felt completed as the woman of my dreams placed her legs on my hips and grabbed my dick. She pulled me on top of her. I had to put a hand alongside her head to hold my weight up. She let go of my hand to stroke my face and pull me into another kiss. Rachel placed me at the entrance of her pussy. She held me on point, letting me control the slide into her. As my tongue moved into her mouth, I applied enough pressure to penetrate her with the head of my dick. She moaned into my mouth and deepened the kiss with her hunger. I gave her more of my body. She took her hand from my dick and put it on my ass. She pressed it, signaling her need for more. I pushed into her until... Rachel raised her legs higher up my body and pushed her hips at me to gain the last notch of depth possible. I let go of her lips and collapsed on top of her. I buried my face in her neck. I could taste her through my dick. I did not move; I did not want to move. She moved her hips to get more pleasure from the feel of having me inside her. Her motion promised that if I moved, it would feel even better. As much as I did not want to move, I wanted it to feel better for both of us. My hands drifted down her body and beneath her hips. I lifted her up enough to get my hands on her ass. I grabbed it as overtly as I had while putting lotion on it. I aligned our lips, and she opened naturally to accept my tongue back in. We did not fuck; we ground ourselves to orgasm while kissing. I set the rhythm by increasing and decreasing the pressure of my grip on her ass as our hips moved in concert. We fucked in the confines of an inch, which we traveled up and down because we were so needful we dared not stimulate our bodies any more. Rachel and I wanted more, but we wanted to get there together. My dick was sensation: from the root, up my length, to the head. Rachel ground her clit into my pubic hair. She broke the kiss to groan my name as her legs squeezed me hard. The sweetest woman I knew dug her nails painfully into my back as an intense orgasm took her body. She screamed and moved her hips violently, trying to make the pleasure swamping her body last a little longer. The sweetness that flooded my dick was too much. My face found the shelter of her neck as my own orgasm struck. I grunted and moaned loudly. I took the inch our bodies allowed and drove into her before releasing. My dick thickened, and I sensed her reaction as her body and subconscious prepared Rachel for what was coming. The cum flowed like molten lead. The first was a shot, as if my body had built up too much pressure. The second shot gave Rachel another orgasm as nature ruled our minds and bodies. She pulled my face up to join us in a kiss. She squeezed me with her pussy and released, only to squeeze again as her orgasm and her body worked in concert to draw the last of my seed. ------- Chapter 7B: Summer Crushes No human thing can last forever. I moved off Rachel and lay beside her. I could not break the contact so I kept a hand on her breast and stroked her hair with the other. She turned to face me, and we spent a few minutes gazing at each other. I would have fallen asleep staring into her eyes had she not sat up. "Let's get food," she said, smiling down at me. I nodded and got out of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom, picked up my swim trunks, and left the room. She met me downstairs wearing jeans and a loose white blouse. She put her arms around me and kissed me so naturally anyone would have thought she did it everyday. I was ready to drag her to bed after the kiss, but she pulled me out of the house. She dropped the keys to her BMW into my hand and smiled. She knew the pleasure I would get from driving it. I got my license in the ritual manner of seventeen-year-olds but rarely got the opportunity to drive. The BMW pulled us out of the driveway so smoothly I laughed from the joy of a different kind of pleasure. I knew the most direct route to her favorite restaurant but took a scenic route. Rachel entertained herself by telling me how a turn I 'missed' would have gotten us to the restaurant faster. It was a quiet hole-in-the wall; the female owner came over when we walked in and gave us Rachel's table in the back. We ate in near silence with Rachel eating as much of my food as her own. We sat quietly afterwards, our hands barely touching as we talked about the only safe subject at the moment, the twins. I did not take the scenic route back to the house. She waited for me to open the mansion door before stepping out. Rachel stared into my eyes and leaned forward for a kiss. She took my hand and led me inside. She walked me up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pulled my t-shirt off and pushed my sweatpants down. She did not say anything as she pushed me onto the bed. I scooted over to make sure she had room to join me. She walked to the foot of the bed and played with her belt. I was not pleased when she winked and walked into the bathroom! She made it up to me by walking back into the room naked. She crawled onto the bed and straddled my hips. After sitting down, she wiggled her hips until she had my dick straightened out. She settled herself so that my dick was splitting her pussy lips. She smiled and slid along my length. Her head dropped back and she shook her shoulders reacting to the stimulation on her clit. Her pussy painted my dick with moisture. I tried to move my hips back so I could fuck into her, but she grabbed my hands and put them over my head. Rachel had size, but it would not have mattered had I been willing to push it. She kissed me gently as a reward for my capitulation and continued rubbing her clit on my dick. "We can't do this when the twins come back," she stated breathlessly. I wanted to deny the reality of our situation, but the words would not come out. I knew how the twins would react and that no one else would do so as positively (except maybe my mother). I nodded as her eyes drilled into me. "But I'll make you a deal," she continued. Her head dropped and she pushed down with her hips. She looked at me from beneath her eyelashes; Rachel's eyes definitely lightened with passion. "I'll be your woman for the summer if you accept a gift from me at the end." She said it sincerely and made sure I understood every word. I tried to move her off me, not liking the force of her words, but she rode me well enough to stay on top. "I don't mean it that way, baby," she said. "You know, I don't!" Her eyes pierced deep into me, getting close to parts I did not want exposed. I had never been able to say no to Rachel anyway; if she could convince me to be in school plays, she had probably won years ago. She moved her hips slowly; one part of my body yelled at my head to nod like the good boy I was not. She smiled when I nodded. It was worth anything to have Rachel smiling at me like that. Her hand moved between our bodies and held my dick so it pointed up. She raised her hips and sank me into her pussy. I grabbed her hips, holding on as she moved up and down. Rachel's hands fluttered on my stomach as her body was assailed with pleasure. She rode me to orgasm and beyond. It was only when she settled down and smiled with her hair framing her face that I took over. I turned us, and she went willingly to her back. I grabbed her legs and put her ankles on my shoulders. The summer of my Rachel fantasies continued with long, slow strokes of my hips. She let me watch the pleasure come to her, allowing me into her soul. She bit her lip and forced her eyes to stay open so I could see the moment of vulnerability I was causing. I let her legs fall to my hips and moved down to kiss her. We embraced and looked into each other as I increased the tempo of my strokes. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I suckled it. She broke the kiss and pushed my face back to look into my eyes again. I pumped in and out of her hard, allowing only blinks to interrupt our eye contact. The power came to us suddenly. My eyes burned with the effort to keep them open so she could see inside me as I flooded her. Her pussy squeezed me as her orgasm washed in behind mine. Staring into each other made the pleasure last longer, run deeper. We lay in bed for hours, touching and kissing. We did not speak; it was enough to enjoy the reshaping of our connection. The thought that it would be gone with the summer months broke our interlude. I sat up and thought about the inevitable end. I dropped my hand into hers and held on. She did not say goodbye when I kissed her before leaving. We did not have to use the word; every kiss would be tainted transience and the desperation of holding back the end. I biked home trying not to think, but the question of my motives for leaving kept intruding. I tried to ignore it, but I had to admit I ran away. I was fleeing from my feelings for Rachel. I ran from my dread of the terminal nature of our affair and how I would feel when summer came to a close. As the struggle inside me grew, I peddled faster. When I got home, I threw the bike at the wall and opened the door leading down to the basement. I could not hear any sounds from the living room when I opened the door to the rest of the house. The girls would have been arguing had they had been awake. I stared out the living room window as foreign emotions tore at me. I was angry, frustrated, and hard again. I should have stayed in Rachel's bed, but the dark parts of me understood what was coming. Someone else might have conveyed desperation and need in the lovemaking, but I was not raised (Rachel had been a party to that raising) to be the needy or desperate type. I was hard, angry, and unwilling to accept an objectionable outcome. I was not the master of my fate when it came to Rachel. The frustration and anger had to come out but not with her. I knew with whom it could, a woman who understood the rage and would accept the translation of it into the physical. My mother raised a wolf, and it opened the door to her bedroom. She was asleep on her stomach. Were I a good son I would have let her sleep, but I had been a good boy all day. I ripped the covers from the bed, waking her up. I grabbed her legs and pulled my mother to me. I kept pulling, until I could grind my hard-on into her nightgown-covered ass. Wolves know. Instinct made her fight; it was what I needed--to bend something to my will. I put my weight on her ass. She tried to turn around, but I put my hands on her upper back to prevent it. I grabbed her nightgown and ripped it down to her ass. I moved to place my knee on her lower back, keeping her in place as I finished tearing the nightgown to the bottom. She was not wearing panties as I had instructed after we became lovers. I grabbed the neck of the gown and pulled her up with it. I wrapped an arm around my mother and pulled the neck of the gown over her head. She fought by moving her head until I had to grab her throat to keep her still. She resisted me as I moved my hand to allow the gown to fall down her body. She grabbed my arm and dug her nails in. The room turned red as I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. I stepped back and continued pulling until she came off the bed. The nightgown dropped to her feet. I pushed her back on to the bed and moved forward to press my crotch against her ass. She put her hands on the bed and pushed backwards to get me off her. Needing only my lower body to keep her in place, I took my t-shirt off. I put a hand over my head and brought it down on her ass. She arched and pushed into my crotch harder. I brought the hand down on her ass again; she tried to escape by heading up the bed. I wrapped her hair in my fist again and pulled. Taking advantage of only needing one hand to control her, I pushed my sweats and underwear off with the other. The move up the bed aligned her ass better for my cock. She shook her head trying to make me let go. She growled in frustration when it did not set her free. I reached down and grabbed her ass, still warm from the slap. I opened her as much as I could while moving my hips to get my dick into position. She fought until the moment I thrust hard into her body. Our bodies reacted like always; I thrust and something in her body pulled at me. I drove into her until the inside of my hips pressed against her ass. Her pussy bore down as she came hard. Her upper body fell to the bed when I let go of her hair. It was time to exert a different kind of control. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and spread her for my thrusts. I pulled back and thrust as hard as I could. She grunted to give me the pleasure of hearing her. I fucked my mother, not as a man but one of our kind. It was a mindless thrusting in and out. I kept what I did not want to feel at bay with the sound of our bodies striking each other and my mother's pleasure. For the first time, the girls' presence in the house did not matter. If they stormed into the room, they would learn what ran through their veins. Equally mindless of our situation, my mother moved with me until a second orgasm came upon her. I thrust through her climax to hear her scream louder. I did not care about anything except the feel of her pussy as I thrust faster and harder. I let go of her ass cheeks and grabbed her hips to give me added leverage as I felt my end approaching. It was not a bitter one, like what I had to swallow with Rachel. My mother put her hands over mine and squeezed with her pussy. It was not what I wanted; I wanted her to be a vessel of my male pleasure. Her actions on my cock brought the anger and the frustration to the forefront; a part of me knew she had done it on purpose. I thrust into her, not with desire but with the darker side of my nature. She stopped squeezing and took my thrusts. It was why I needed one of my own. I fucked my mother, driving my anger and frustration into her body with each thrust. The change of emotion forced my orgasm back far enough to give her enough time to peak again. Her body bore down on my cock as her third orgasm pounded into her in the rhythm of my thrusts. It was the last thing I needed to cleanse myself, to have to force my cock in and out of her body as it reacted to the pleasure I gave her. It poured out of my body; the rage at having Rachel and not being able to keep her flooded my mother. I ground my hips into her ass, feeling the depth of her body clutching and releasing me. I collapsed on top of her and with my forehead between her shoulder blades I released the last of my emotions in a silent scream. Finally, I pulled out and crawled onto her bed dragging my prey with me. We lay spooned together. Anyone finding us would have to deal; I did not care anymore. "Remind me to thank Rachel for that," she whispered, putting her arm over mine and settling in to go back to sleep. Sunday swim practice was later than practices during the week because my coach wanted 'one damn day to sleep in'. Marisa slept in any chance she got so I did not think anything of walking out of my mother's bedroom naked. I needed a shower and preferred using my bathroom. I was not counting on Karen being awake and waiting for me. She stood by the window in a stance of a nervous young filly. Karen had made the turn around boyish hips and training bras to feminine lines. She turned towards me; dark hair framed clear, pale skin, which in turn framed dark eyes. She wore white shorts and a thin white top that did not cover her flat stomach. At fourteen years old, Karen was the same age as my sister; physically a woman but crippled emotionally and mentally. I finally understood why she had been brought to my home--why her father was drinking himself to an early grave. Karen shared more than age with my sister. They were dual-natured, capable of going either way, wolf or the alternative. No one had to tell me that my Marisa would remorselessly cut down anyone between her and a goal. She was too conscienceless to be truly human, but I had plans to make sure she never had to go for someone's throat. Given the option, the family always chose the alternative for those in-between; Karen's father raped her of that road. My family placed Karen in my pack because I never had the choice available to her or my sister. She saw it as we stared at each other; I would drown her father in a tub of his favorite alcohol if he touched her again. She had as much choice as could be returned; it scared her, and the fear drove her away. I wished Karen's father would drink faster. He took and gave back nothing. No one in our family would raise a finger to stop his suicidal spiral. He would think his daughter gave me what he took, even if she chose to be more than I could be. It was our justice. I called Rachel after practice. Like I hoped, she asked me to come over. I did not count on Michael being there, but he was sitting in the kitchen with coffee-stained papers in front of him. Rachel laughed at the look of disappointment on my face. I was surprised when she gave me a tight hug and kissed me. The kiss was foreplay. "Have you eaten?" she asked. I shrugged since being a seventeen-year-old athlete guaranteed perpetual hunger. She raided the refrigerator for me. Rachel had a cook on staff and like in my home the food catered to the twins' training needs. It was really meant to help control her diet though. I sat on a stool, and Rachel leaned comfortably against me. When I put my arm around her, she stroked it in a way no one could have confused. Michael raised an eyebrow and snorted in amusement. I ate quietly and listened while they discussed problems they were having with over-ambitious members of the Smith Holdings management team. Ambition made for good managers, until they hit the Smith Holdings' ceiling. Michael had the ceiling job, but he was a plodder. A lot of people felt they could have managed the Smith finances and Smith Holdings much better. There were three avenues of attack the dangerously ambitious ones took when they bumped their head on the ceiling. Challenging Michael's authority was a mistake; Rachel always sided with him. The option was not popular, but someone tried it every couple of years. The second avenue was corporate espionage to undermine Michael's position or to get a cushy position somewhere else. It had been the most lucrative option until my mother became Michael's assistant. Rachel was courteous about firing people; my mother dismantled careers and lives. The company rumor mill had it that my mother did it because of everything she owed the Smiths. Bullshit! My mother liked the taste of blood, especially when it poured out of her pack's enemies. The third was the personal one. Men tried to break through the ceiling by opening Rachel's legs. The only fun part of staying over when those dates occurred was 'asking a drink of water' just as the men were attempting to take it to the next level. The twins routinely cock-blocked, but I always had the privilege when I stayed over. She never held those interruptions against me; some of our best conversations had been over frozen yogurt when her dates had been cut short by my thirst. Rachel told Michael that one of the managers they were discussing had made a strong pass at her. I realized I could not remember Rachel being with anyone after Roger died. She and my mother had a longstanding affair, but they were not a couple. It would have been impossible to hide an affair from two sons and a boy with a crush. She could have had a clandestine affair when the twins were away like we had agreed to. I could not imagine any man being happy with a summer fling (especially someone with their eyes on Smith Holdings). It did not make sense. Rachel was obviously a lustful woman. She was not hiding our affair from Michael, which made me doubt she would have hidden a man from any of us. As their conversation wound down to listing the managers that would have to be watched, she turned to look at me. She maneuvered her body until she was standing between my legs, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a 'take me to bed and have your way with my body' kiss. "Hmm!" Rachel turned far enough to smile at Michael. I looked at him, waiting for the obvious questions. "Do you think your sister and mother would like to grab brunch and a movie, David?" he asked. I checked the kitchen clock. "Are you sure you want to deal with Marisa?" I asked. Rachel punched me on the shoulder and smiled mischievously. "The attention will stroke my ego. Right now, I think I need it," he replied. Michael's unhappy marriage had turned into Michael's ugly divorce during spring. Marisa had the decency to look embarrassed after running around the room clapping and singing 'Hallelujah!' when we told her. She spent two days redoing her 'Marry Michael'--a good thing since the first draft had included 'Get David to kill wife'. (She had showed the section to me and made an impassioned case about it being inappropriate for Michael to marry his wife's murderer therefore I had to do it.) In the latest version, killing the wife had become 'Ensure they do not get back together!' and 'Get bitch to leave the country!'. Michael treated the whole thing as a stage Marisa would eventually get over. "Do you mind taking Karen along?" I asked, reaching for the phone. He shrugged having gotten used to take Iris along. Marisa answered the phone. "Hey, baby sister! Michael wanted to take you out to eat and watch a movie, but I told him you were going to the movie with Billy, your new boyfriend instead," Rachel snatched the phone out of my hand. I almost fell off the stool laughing when Marisa's angry screaming came over the phone. "Marisa... Marisa... Marisa... MARISA!!!" Rachel tried to get her attention but had to resort to screaming too. "David's only kidding, honey," Rachel soothed when Marisa took a breath. "Michael is leaving to pick you up, okay?" "Mom and Karen are going too," I yelled, setting off another round of screams. Rachel punched my shoulder before trying to calm Marisa down. "Marisa!" she said, giving me an annoyed look. "I will not tell your big brother that. Go get dressed, honey." Rachel hung up and played at bashing me on the head with the phone. Michael kissed Rachel on the cheek and settled for giving me an exasperated look before walking out of the kitchen. Rachel shook her head and brought her lips to mine. She did everything with a feminine softness; I wondered if she felt a matching masculine hardness from me. She took my hand and pulled me from the stool. She walked through the mansion and towards the stairs. I hesitated as we passed the white sofa in the living room. "Hello?" she said when I did not continue moving with her. "Sorry, I was thinking about something in the kitchen, and the sofa brought it back," I said. "What were you thinking about?" "All the drinks of water I needed when you and your dates got to the sofa," I admitted with a snicker. "Aaah!" she said nodded. "You and the twins were thirsty after many of my dates." "I'm sorry. I guess I..." "Don't be, baby," she interrupted. "Some of them did not even try to hide what they were after." I stared at her. "I could have dealt if they only wanted sex," she said with anger floating in her voice, "But to only want sex because of the economical benefits of sleeping with me..." "There are economic benefits to sleeping with you?!?" "I have a policy: no economic benefits until after." "When do the twins get back?" It earned me another punch before we broke down laughing. She reclined on the sofa and looked at me with hunger. The image of Rachel in full date mode came to me. I smiled remembering that an uninterrupted date on the couch with Rachel had been a particularly powerful fantasy of mine. "Lost you again," she said standing up. I stared at her thinking about other fantasies I had over the years. "I want to know what you're thinking about now," she said wrapping her arms around my waist. She kissed me, opening her mouth for me to taste her tongue. I wondered if the sweetness I tasted was an illusion. "I was thinking about some of the fantasies I've had about you," I told her when our lips parted. She fell back on the couch and dragged me with her so that I lay on top of her. She kissed me again and ground her hips against me. "Let me guess," she said. I moved to the side, and she turned into me. "Corporate raider convincing the rich, beautiful woman to hand over her assets," she whispered while I pulled up her shirt to play with her stomach. I just stared at her. "No?" she asked. I shook my head slowly and turned to look at the ceiling. "What?" "Just a date. You and me. Uninterrupted time on the sofa so you would think of me when you are here with them." Knowing it would end at the end of the summer allowed me to be honest with Rachel. One summer was more than just about everyone gets with their first crush, why waste it. She nodded, "I'd like that." "What?" "Having you here, even after..." We stared at each other. "Why don't we do it?" she asked. I tried to contain the smile to just my face. "I know the perfect place," she said getting up, "but we have to go to your house so you'd have something nice to wear." "Where?" "There is a very nice restaurant a few towns over," she said, "We can play the rich, older woman taking her hot, young stud out to stretch his legs." "Stretch his legs?" "They have dancing," she teased before swaying musically out the door. I sighed and followed her. Dancing had been the bane of my pre-teen years. It started with my mother signing Marisa and I up for lessons. My swimming and martial arts training had not gotten serious yet so I had the time if not the desire. Marisa stopped after two years, but my mother caught the bug. My stepfather put a stop to that eventually, but I was deeded to Rachel. My mother made sure I had two good suits every year to attend award ceremonies and nights out with the Smiths. When we got to my house, Rachel picked the one she bought me that year. It was still early afternoon when we got back to the mansion. I pulled her into a kiss meant to bring things to their obvious conclusion. "Later, baby," she whispered when I kissed her neck. "Sometimes it's good to wait," she explained when I gave her a questioning look. I knew she was right, but I did not have to like it. She moved away to make the reservations while I went upstairs to hang the suit up in my guestroom. I walked out of the room to find her waiting for me at her bedroom door. "You usually take a nap on Sunday afternoons, right?" she said opening the door and motioning to her bed. "Are you going to stay with me?" "Wouldn't that be a whole lot of unnecessary temptation?" "I can control myself." She moved to the bed and lay down. "No. No. Definitely not!" I said. "What?" I walked to the side of the bed and motioned her to me. She walked on her knees to my side. I pulled the shirt out of her pants and undid the buttons. "I thought you could control yourself," she said, but did not stop me. She was wearing a filmy white bra, which did nothing to hide her nipples. I unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her ass. She sat down and moved her legs forward so I could take off her jeans. The panties matched, down to the pubic hair they did not hide. She watched as I stripped. I did not stop until I was naked. I moved towards her, and she spread her legs so I could fit between them. I stopped to kiss her but kept moving until I was in a good sleeping position. Her hands grabbed my semi-hard state until I reached down, took them off, and pulled her up. She kissed me, a gentle caress. I guided her around until I could spoon against her back. I moved her hair, exposing the nape of her neck and breathed in the scent of her. I rubbed my dick on her ass until I found the right alignment that followed the separation of her asscheeks down between her thighs. She opened her legs to allow me between them; the cloth was almost as soft as her skin. I put an arm around her waist and trapped a thumb under the elastic of her panties. She wriggled back so we had the maximum contact. I was about to fall asleep when she spoke. "What do you want to do about your mother and me?" "Were you ever hers?" "No." "Are you mine... for the summer?" "Yes." I kissed the nape of her neck. "Then why do we have to do anything?" I yawned. I closed my eyes and fell asleep holding Rachel. She tried not to wake me when she got out of bed to shower. I got up and went into my guestroom. I was done long before Rachel. I sat on the sofa and waited for her to come to me. I heard her coming down the stairs, got up, and moved to them without making a decision to. I saw her and understood--at seventeen, I could not be the man she needed. A July and an August was all I had in me. The dress was black and cling: it moved up from her feet to begin the cling at her calves, enough to entice; it touched her knees and thighs with every motion, clinging here, releasing, and taking hold again; the dress clung freely at her hips and moved up to do the same dance of cling/release along her stomach. It held her breasts in place as it opened to expose the skin above and to leave her neck open for my lips. She stopped a few steps above me and turned so I could see how the cloth held onto her ass as desperately as I wanted to. She pulled her blonde hair over her shoulder, showing me how the dress opened to expose most of her back. I walked up to could stop her from turning around. A wave of perfume and Rachel's natural scent wrapped me in a cocoon. I kissed my way up her spine. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. She kissed me, taking a drink from my soul. A July and August was the longest I could live the dream. ------- I was only able to keep pieces of the dream when I woke. In the car, the scent of her was so captivating it kept me breathing in shallow gasps. As we walked through the restaurant, everyone watched her. When we were seated, she said the food was supposed to be fantastic. The band played in the background. I thought about skipping the food to hold her as close as the dancing would allow me to. She talked and I listened, but I could not make out the words through the haze. I guess the food was okay, but it did not taste like her so it did not matter. Finally, she was in my arms on the dance floor. We were not dancing but synchronizing heartbeats. I kissed her neck like I had wanted to on the stairs. Her intake of breath held yearning. Her eyes told me when it was time to go. It was a beautiful dream though; afterwards, I could lie among the pieces I remembered and almost live them again. Rachel walked to the sofa, turned to face me, and pulled us down. We kissed as she pushed my jacket off. She pulled the tie from my neck and sent it flying over the back of the sofa. She opened the buttons to my shirt slowly while I watched her fingers move. The shirt got the same treatment as the tie before she undid my pants. I stood beside the sofa and stepped out of my shoes. She dragged my pants down and pulled them off. She got up and pushed me down on the sofa. I sat along the length with one leg on it and the other foot touching the ground. She settled between my legs and put her hands on me. Her blue eyes touched mine as her hand stroked upward. She moved her head down and kissed the head of my dick. She laid my dick on my stomach and ran her hand up the underside. She did it to warn me of what was to come. She moved down to set her tongue between my testicles and stroked me, going up and firing every nerve in my body. At my head, she circled her hand on my dick and took it into her mouth. It was just the crown, in and out of her mouth. There was something amazing in Rachel's touch, perhaps it was that she never really touched me, she caressed and melded into me. Her other hand moved down to hold my sack and gently manipulated me to add to the pleasure her lips were giving. She took me out of her mouth and licked caresses along my length. She took each testicle into her wet warmth to give them a share of the pleasure. She licked the inside of my hips and the lines of my stomach. She took me in so deeply I could feel the pressure of her throat as she massaged me while her hand played along the shaft. I grabbed her hair and pulled her from my dick. She groaned in disappointment; I pulled her lips to mine. My pleasure would come but hers was paramount to every memory I wanted to store in the sofa. I pushed up and Rachel gave ground willingly. She sat with her legs between us. I took off her shoes off slowly. I did not know how the dress was put on, but I knew how I wanted to take it off--not a pool at her feet but pushing it up, exposing every inch with the touch of my hands. I put her feet together on the sofa and put my hands underneath the dress. I slid my hands up her calves taking the dress with me. I pushed it past her knees to start its trip up her thighs. I kissed her knees and let my hands dance on the part of her legs I had exposed. I pushed the dress down her thighs to where she would have to come off the couch so I could continue. She tried to get up, but I put my hand on her chest and prevented it. I ran my hands on the outside of her calves up to her knees and down to the curve of her hip where the dress pooled. I grabbed the dress on both sides and pulled her up. She came and our lips touched as I brought the dress over the curve of her ass. I decided not to wait and continued moving the dress up her body. She raised her arms above her head; my body touched her as I moved to bring her closer to my state of nakedness. She was only wearing a paper-thin thong. I pushed forwards with my hips to get her to lie down again. I moved my hips down her body, and she trapped them with her legs. We kissed as I rested my weight on top of her. I kissed her neck and moved down slowly, touching everywhere I could with my lips. I suckled at her nipples, licked them, and touched them with my teeth. I could have stayed there, but my need was becoming insistent. The fantasy was too much, but I could not leave Rachel unsatisfied. I kissed a trail down her stomach and touched the thong. I should have spent more time admiring how it hid her treasures while framing them, but I wanted the taste of her to be a part of me. I pulled the thong from her body and opened her legs by pushing them towards her chest. I took her clit and surrounding area in my mouth. I tried to suck, nibble, lick fast, lick slow, and basically drive Rachel insane. I was ecstatic when the taste of her became stronger from orgasm. I stuck my tongue into her pussy, trying to draw what her orgasm produced out of her body and into mine. Rachel pulled at my hair, spurring me to move up. Her hand was there to guide me. She placed my head on her pussy lips and drew me the first two inches into her. She applied pressure to the back of my head so we could share the taste of her. She released my cock and pulled harder on my head; I moved my hips forward slowly, penetrating to the depth of her. Our lips did not release a single second during the time our bodies moved in rhythm. Rachel was the woman of my dreams, and I felt it more than ever. Her taste was on my lips; the scent of her pleasure surrounded me; her moans escaped around my mouth; opening my eyes gave me brief flashes of the blue eyes I dreamed of; her pussy gripped my dick lovingly. Moments later, I died inside of her; she died around me at the same time. There was no reason for the tear that wet her face as we fell together. We lay kissing, trying to hold on to the dream. Later, we moved towards her bedroom but only made it to the steps before I had to be inside of her again. The steps were uncomfortable but changing positions mitigated it; the best was reverse cowgirl. For the second time that day, I fell asleep with Rachel in my arms. ------- Chapter 7C: Summer Crushes The amount of time I was spending at the mansion did not go unnoticed. My mother said nothing about it. Marisa would have been vocal about my lack of attention, except that Michael spent more 'working' dinners and weekends at our house. (The divorce got uglier and with Rachel and I fucking up a storm, the mansion was not a good hiding place.) Karen seemed relieved and at times angry at my absence. She was confused about anything and everything to do with me, especially how she felt about me. We moved towards a relationship like the one Iris and I had, without the sex. She would occasionally take a couple of steps backwards but overall her recovery had begun. Unfortunately, Karen's crush on me got bigger when I made it a point to be present during her father's visits. She became giddy and touchy-feely after his visit ended. I made it a point to avoid any of her more obvious attempts at physical flirtation. Being Rachel's summer lover made me feel untouchable, leading to the wild night of animal hedonism with my mother. Any other summer, my reluctance and Karen's bad experience would have prevented anything from happening. Rachel was mine that summer, and it put me on a dangerous high, not dangerous to me but to anyone trying to ride along. Rachel was on a mission to make my summer perfect. Midway through our affair, she got around to asking when my crush on her started. I told her about the yellow bikini by the pool, and having a masturbation fantasy about untying her bottom and taking her from behind. I told her it was THE fantasy for a long time. What had happened between us made the fantasy childish to me, but she stared at me seriously the entire time. Rachel taught me the value of truth when it comes to sex and a partner. Three days later, Rachel attached a line to the hook she set when I returned from Puerto Rico. No one answered the door so I walked around back to see if Rachel was by the pool. She was waiting for me. Our eyes met as I rounded the corner; she was lying on the lounge. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushed up to her hands and knees. She turned so her ass was pointed at me. I noticed she wore a yellow bikini with ties at the hips. Her ass moved left to right, right to left as I came near. She motioned to me by tossing her hair. I got closer, but she motioned for me to get even closer. I moved close enough for her to whisper into my ear. "Don't say anything! After you're done, go home, and dream about me," she whispered and kissed my neck. I froze: my lungs froze, my mind froze, my body froze. Rachel stroked the only part of me that did not freeze. She took the hand away and dropped her head so I could not see her face. If my dick had not acquired the density of a steel rod, I would have stood there forever. My cock did not feel like a part of me anymore, it felt like some mad scientist had replaced flesh with lead. I walked around to stand behind Rachel. Her ass swayed left to right and back. She had her ankles crossed, her thighs barely an inch apart. I stepped out of my shoes, and pushed my sweats, underwear, and socks from my body. I nearly tore the t-shirt off. I had to be naked for it. I could feel every inch of my length as it pointed to Rachel's pussy. She knew my schedule and jumped into the pool a couple of minutes before to be wet when I came. I stepped forward so her ankles were between my legs. I grabbed her hips and placed my dick between her asscheeks. The drops of water on the bathing suit added slickness as I ran the underside of my dick up the valley of her ass. I moved my hips back to enjoy the motion in reverse and pushed forward to feel her on my dick again. It was a part of the fantasy born out of not understanding sex at twelve. I held on tight to Rachel's hips and ran my dick up and down in the bikini-covered space between her asscheeks. I pulled away and followed the script. I grabbed the string on her right hip and pulled slowly. The knot unraveled until the strings were only looped around each other; I let go and they fell along her thigh. I put a finger on her hip and pulled it through the strings towards me. They separated from each other, and I trapped one between my fingers. I brought the string up and the right side of her bikini bottom followed. I dropped the string, and the right side of the yellow bikini dropped off Rachel's ass. The left side held its place so most of her pussy was covered. Her right asscheek was not so I moved down and scored it with my teeth. I could smell Rachel's desire; I kissed where my teeth touched her. I stood up, grabbed the string on her left hip, and pulled it. Like its partner, the knot unraveled. I moved my hand down and separated the strings. I pinned the bikini bottom to her body with my hand. I slid my hand towards her pussy until I felt gravity take over. I let the bikini go, but the position of her legs did not allow it to fall. I smiled and reached down to draw the bikini from between her legs. I dropped it on the lounge and scored the newly exposed ass cheek with my teeth. I straightened up so I could lay my dick in the valley of her asscheeks. The cloth had felt good, but nothing like her skin. I enjoyed the anticipation as I moved my dick up and down her ass. I pressed my dick down until I felt her pussy lips kiss the tip. Rachel was wet and ready. I pushed forward with my hips. The crown of my dick made it past her pussy lips; I continued pushing forward. I did not stop until I was halfway into her. I grabbed her hips, put a foot on the lounge, pulled back, and stroked the rest of the way into my fantasy. Our positions allowed me greater depth than usual. I pulled back and fucked smoothly into her again. There was still more ground to gain so I pulled back and fucked hard into Rachel. Her head dropped, and she pushed back. I pulled out part of the way and attacked her pussy again. I did not need her help that time to get as deep as I could. I felt the added pressure on my dickhead; I was deeper than I had ever been with Rachel. I pulled back, enjoying every inch of her before stroking back in slowly. I looked down and watched as my dick stroked in and out of her pussy. I felt her orgasm begin and fucked into her hard, grinding the head of my dick deep inside of her pussy. Rachel moaned into the lounge as her pussy tried to squeeze me out. I was too hard and too big for her body to expel me, but I rode out the attempt by pressing my hips against her asscheeks. I went back to watching my dick move in and out of her in long, slow strokes. Rachel added to my pleasure by squeezing her pussy around me. Sometimes she would squeeze as I was fucking into her, other times she would squeeze as I was fucking out of her. Her second orgasm did me in. It must have caught her by surprise; she screamed and her pussy gripped me like a vise. I lost myself in the twelve-year-old's fantasy. I moved my hands so I was grabbing hard where her hips met torso. I dropped my head back and pulled free of the vise, only to fuck through it. I stopped caring about Rachel's pleasure; I cared only about melting the steel rod between my legs with friction. My body caught fire. I gripped Rachel bruisingly hard. She thrust back as I stroked in one last time. I hit bottom and blew my load into her. It felt like a dam burst and cum thundered through the break. Rachel bore down on my dick to make the pleasure greater. I had to scream as I pulled out a couple of inches and took them back. She released and bore down again. No matter how much I did not wish it to, the fantasy ended. I pulled back so only the head of my dick was inside Rachel. I gripped the base and squeezed upward to draw the last drop of cum out. I fucked into Rachel, depositing the cum with what I had already given her. She pulled forward until we disconnected. I watched as she straightened on the lounge and lay down. I watched until my fantasy's breathing returned to normal. I did what Rachel asked and went home. It made the fantasy even more real, since twelve-year olds do not think about the after. My mother was surprised to see me and nearly fell off the sofa laughing at the stunned look on my face. She told me she was taking Marisa out shopping and to dinner with Michael. I knew dinner with Michael meant Marisa would try to stretch it out as long as possible so I looked around wondering how Karen would react to be alone with me. I wanted to enjoy the living of a fantasy for a lot longer and a Karen panic-attack was not something I would appreciate. Karen did not know about my state of mind, or she would not have played with fire. She did the annoying little-girl flirting thing, clearly trying to get a rise out of me. I played along because she looked cute in a white top and yellow shorts. Most of it consisted of annoying me until I gave chase. It was a little physical but nothing serious. On the last round, I had physically reverted to the moment before I fucked into Rachel when Karen made me chase her. I ended up on top of Karen's back with my hand under her top. I decided enough was enough and headed to my bedroom. I took my clothes off and put on a pair of shorts. I wondered later if Karen knew it was the right day to push me or if she just reacted to the obvious dismissal. I was lying down when she ran in and jumped onto the bed. I did not say or do anything so she climbed over me and lay down. She faced the wall, giving me her back. I ignored her and thought about Rachel. I was hard again. Karen turned around and teased me with her hands. It was a version of the catch-my-hand game I had played with Iris. It ended with me pulling Karen mostly on top of me by grabbing her hands and extending them over my head. We were face to face; I kissed her. She struggled so I let her go. I thought that would be the end of it and I could get back to reliving my fantasy. Karen played it off as a part of the hand game though. The next series ended the same way, Karen getting kissed. She struggled, but a teenage-age body wriggling on top of me just made me hornier. I turned us so we faced the wall and pressed against Karen's back. I smothered her struggles. She stopped moving so I backed off. Yet again, I thought she would leave. She did not. I looked at her back, thinking about it. I had not ground my dick against her ass, but our shorts were thin enough for to have felt it. I turned toward her and spooned her so my hardness pressed against her ass. I placed an arm around her and pushed it under her top so I could touch her stomach. She pushed back in protest, almost as if she was trying to get me off the bed. I pulled my hand out of her shirt and forced Karen to her stomach. I got on top and ground my dick on her ass. I rested my weight on top of her for a few seconds before getting off. I waited for her to leave the room. I was positive it would happen since grinding against her stated where we were heading if she stayed. Karen did not move; I had been given control. I spooned her and put my hand under her top again. She was nervous but did not shiver at my touch--quiver but not shiver. I trailed my fingers on her skin, adding physical sensation to her nervousness. I felt it climb and climb as I circled the wagons around her bellybutton. Her body tensed when she got ready to jump. I flattened her on her belly and climbed on top. It should have made her more nervous, but I was no longer touching bare skin. Slowly, Karen settled down. I flipped us over so she lay on top of me. I danced on her stomach with the fingers of one hand. My other hand cleared her hair from my face, opening a path to her neck. I kissed her hairline and felt the jitters return. I let them build to their natural apex until she got off me. She moved to the wall and not towards the door. Karen might be scared, but like any woman in my family she knew how to give a green light. I followed her, using kisses on her neck to ratchet her nerves up. Her body warned me; I smothered the attempt to escape. I moved to the side but did not bother with my hand on her stomach. I pushed her hair out of the way and seduced her deeper into desire with kisses and bites. Her nervousness climbed slower and took Karen's wants with it on the path up. I let her get up before throwing her back on the bed and pinning her to it. She did not notice when I undid the button of her shorts as I turned us into a spooning position. I pushed her hair out of my way and assaulted her neck. I added small licks to the bites and kisses, making Karen move her ass. I kept one hand in her hair and pushed the top up with the other. I stroked her back and kept working her neck. She was not getting nervous. I snaked my hand around and opened the zipper of her shorts, at the exact same moment I attacked a spot on her neck I noticed was extra sensitive. Her nerves jumped at the zipper, and she tried to grab my hand but I had returned it to her back. She did not pull the zipper up, instead she grabbed my thigh and squeezed. I gave her a couple of breaths to settle down before pushed her shorts down. I intercepted her hand before it made it to the shorts. I held it above her head and turned so she was trapped beneath me. I did not grind, even though there was one less barrier between us. I waited her out, hoping she did not force the issue. It took pushing her hair out of the way and kissing a trail of kisses up to her earlobe before what she wanted overcame what she was afraid of. I turned us back to a spooning position but kept one of my hands on the bed beneath her hip. I grabbed her shorts and waited for the next move. It did not take long after I kissed ear, neck, and shoulder for her nervousness to begin an upward spiral. I put my hand on her tummy to push the spiral up. She was close when I moved down and put my teeth on the side of her body just below her ribcage. She moved up and into me; I pushed her shorts down her thighs, past her knees, and to her calves. The shorts were too low for her to do anything about it. I put Karen on her stomach and stayed on top of her until her breathing retuned to normal. Because she had not completely calmed down, I made the next cycle slow. Kissing her neck, ears, shoulders, running my fingers down her back, kissing her side, and kissing a line up her spine. She barely noticed when I used my feet to push the shorts off her feet. It was the touching her nipples that caused the next eruption of nerves. I enjoyed moving my dick on her panty-covered ass as I rested on top of her. It made it harder for her to calm down, but eventually she got used to the feel of my hard dick. I stopped the motion so we would be able to continue. She liked me kissing her body, and the nipple touching was also getting her off. As her body bloomed under my touch, I really came to dislike her father. Karen was close to Brittany in reaction to sensory stimulation. Karen especially liked when I pulled her top high enough so that most of her back was touching my bare chest. She liked the contact so much she did not protest when I undid her bra; it gave her more contact. A wave of panic was set off when her hand tried to grab my thigh and got hard dick instead. I had taken my shorts off. For a second, she did not realize what she had in her hand. I could not hold still; I pulled back and stroked through her hold. She squeaked, but I had already started to turn her. She made some struggling motions, but they were centered on trying to keep my dick off her ass. She stopped eventually, and I returned to our spooning. Knowing she would have another explosion at the thought of my bare dick, I waited. It happened on the third stroke along her panty-covered ass. I was in position so I turned us and ground my dick on her for the pleasure it gave me. I went back to seducing her with kisses. I touched her legs and found them as sensitive as mine. Karen was scared but her natural sensuality sided with me as the pleasure became more important than the fear. I touched her ass around the panties and underneath. She loved my lips on her back so I used that to mask tearing a hole in her panties large enough for my dick. I induced panic when I reached under her top and bra to play with nipples. She hesitated though as if her body asked for a moment to enjoy the feel of my fingers on her nipples. Karen turned onto her stomach for me to smother the panic. She struggled to push me off, even though she had been the one to get into position. I moved to her side thinking it was over, but she did not get off the bed. I figured it out when she pushed against me a couple of times; Karen wanted my fingers back on her nipples. I pulled her mostly on top of me. I made her lick a finger and used it to moisten her nipples. I pulled the top and bra up so the moisture could kiss air. She gasped at the cooling sensation that only heated her. I kissed where I could reach on her neck and shoulder. I turned us but trapped her left leg with mine and spread her open. I kissed her neck and kept playing with her nipples with one hand. I grabbed my dick and moved it to the hole I had created in her panties. I penetrated and slid along her pussy. Karen jumped when the heat registered. I turned her over. She squeezed my dick with her thighs as I lay on top of her. Her breathing was panicked. I trapped her arms with mine. She tried moving her thighs in different ways to get me away from her pussy but the panties and my weight prevented anything from working. She was not calming down again so I turned us until she was completely on top of me. I prevented her from getting up by wrapping my arms around her. She did not fight to get away, just tried to move up to where my cock would not be touching her pussy. I let her try different things before moving my hands to her nipples. As soon as I touched them, her motion changed to wriggling from the sensation coming from her breasts. I made her lick my fingers, moistened her nipples, and exposed them to air. Karen liked that so much her legs opened a little. I rubbed her pussy with my dick by running it up and down. It was an awkward motion, but she arched her back to give me more contact when she discovered her pussy was even more sensitive than her nipples. She squeezed my cock between her thighs, but to force it against her pussy and clit. I stretched her arms above her head to pull the top and bra off. She panicked and initiated the motion to her stomach. I pulled back and used the tip of my dick to open her pussylips. I stroked down and rubbed her clit along my crown. I stroked back and forth. Karen would have panicked even worse, but the sensation was too much for her without release. She pushed back, and I took her with me when I got on my back. I reached down and placed her legs outside mine to spread her wide. I raised my knees so her legs came up and opened her pussy for my dick. It was not time yet, so I continued rubbing my dick on her pussy. I increased the need in Karen by playing with her nipples. Her body instinctively tried to trap the head of my dick at her entry. Karen was close; I reached down to the hole in her panties and ripped up towards the front. I reached around with both hands, and ripped completely up to the waistband and around her back. I kept ripping the panties until the elastics were a pair of garters and a waist chain. She almost panicked, but I put a hand over her mouth and buried the other between her legs--not inside her but along her pussy rubbing her lips and clit. Her body struggled with virgin fears and womanly desires. She was flexible, allowing me to pull her legs straight and up towards her head. I pulled the garters from her legs and played my fingers along the underside of her knees and thighs. I let her legs go; she let them drop but made sure they were outside mine. Her nervousness had scattered some. I went back to our new standby of playing with her nipples. It calmed her down enough and brought her closer to where I wanted. I reached down, grabbed her legs, and pulled them up until I could get a grip on the inside of her thighs. I pulled my hips down and back. The tip of my dick stopped sliding down at the natural hollow formed by the entrance to her body. Karen wriggled as her body clouded her mind long enough for me to push into her. It was the tightest pussy I had ever fucked into. Karen screamed and tried to move away. I surged up, forcing half of my dick inside her. She sat up but stopped when it buried me deeper. She tried to get away by what had worked before; the turn to her stomach only worked in my favor though. I followed, climbing on top of her. The position gave me the leverage I needed to force more of my dick into her impossibly tight pussy. Karen felt like other women did during their orgasmic grip. I looked down at her boyish hips and tight ass. I could not stop myself from grabbing her hips, pulling them up, moving back, and driving as completely into her as the position allowed. Karen grunted and cried out as I dropped onto her back. She sobbed quietly as fears of the past came to the forefront of her mind. I lay still, letting her cry herself out. It did not take long, she had been too close for too long. Her body was also crying, but for a different kind of release. My fucking into her had not caused her pain, and my motions to keep my dick hard were opening her to new pleasures. Her nipples had been sensitive, her pussylips even more so, but Karen was the type of woman whom nothing could satisfy more completely than a cock deep inside them. I sat up and remembered when I had Iris in the same position on the way back from the lake. Rachel had done Karen a big favor. She had drained me enough from our fantasy session that I could hold on through cycle after cycle of Karen's nervousness. I had enough control to do it better than I had with Iris. The two girls were cut from the same cloth, but it had taken months to walk Iris into sexual submission. By the time my cock spewed into her, I planned for Karen to be mine as completely as she could give herself. I pulled back and stroked into Karen's pussy. She moved her hips, responding to the sensations I caused. I reached down, grabbed a small asscheek in each hand, and spread them so I could watch my dick fucking her. I pulled back until the thickest part of my crown was out of Karen's pussy. She might love to feel me completely inside her, but physiologically the edge of her pussy was where I could give her the best pleasure. I re-penetrated halfway into her and pulled back out. Karen was extremely tight so I set myself to molding her pussy in the form of my dick. I fucked the thickest part of me two inches in and pulled out. I held her in place with my hands as I pushed two inches into her again. Her body held on to the tightness as long as it could, but it wanted more so between lubrication and natural reaction Karen opened for me. I fucked deeper until she was taking half of me smoothly. I fucked her deep until I was moving as easily as I could, considering Karen was a small-framed fourteen-year old. I preferred my girls athletic at worst, on the healthier side of life at best; Karen demonstrated why men like small girls. I was long and thick, but Karen made my cock look like it was built on mammoth proportions. I pulled back and pumped into her hard. I bottomed out with some of me outside of her. Karen's body moved forward instead of more of me going inside. She had been waiting for that particular stroke ever since I kissed her neck. Karen pushed her hips back and screamed into the bed as her body exploded in orgasm. The foreplay had been going on for so long and touched so many parts that her entire being came. She pushed back and instinctively rotated her hips so that my dick rubbed against the deepest part of her. I knew what I had to do. I ignored her orgasm and tighter grasp her pussy had on my dick. I fucked Karen with strokes that told her body I might go on forever. I did not rush; I pulled my hips back, powered into her, pulled my hips back, and powered into her. My motion worked to extend her orgasm. I waited for the next moment. She relaxed as she came down from the whirlwind. I took my hands off her asscheeks and put them by her head. I had been playing for too long too to last but I did not have to. I wanted Karen to love being fucked. It was her first time, and anything I did would permanently color her sexual landscape. I pulled back and fucked into her as hard as I could. I fucked Karen as fast and hard as her body allowed. She grabbed my forearms and raised her hips. She opened herself to my strokes, and I took advantage by continuing to fuck her with power and speed. She moved her hips stopping the fall from her orgasm. She clenched and unclenched her pussy, not understanding what was happening. Her mind told her it was over, but her body felt the rush of another orgasm--I fucked her as if she were a woman and not an inexperienced girl who could not take my dick completely into her body. If her first orgasm was an explosion, the second was a flood that spread through her body from her pussy. She bit into the mattress as she tried to spread her legs beneath me to open her pussy even more to my thrusts. Her mind went away as the tide swept her under. Her nails cut into my wrists; she arched her ass up. She held perfectly still, letting my body push pleasure into her. She relaxed, and I slowed down allowing her the calm aftermath. Karen understood we were not done yet-my pleasure had not come. She moved her hips in small circles to entice what her body was due. I put an arm underneath her and turned onto my back. She remained still for a minute, confused by the change in position. She knew I needed to finish but thought I would just use her body. I would have, but I had been waiting so long that waiting longer was pleasurable too. I moved my hand around to her pubic hair and used a finger on her clit. My hand on her clit got her hips moving immediately. I did not have a lot of leverage, but I used what I could to stroke in and out of Karen. I was in top condition so I went for a while before pushing her to a sitting position. I kept her moving forward until she was kneeling with her upper body leaned towards my feet. I grabbed her hips; it was not the best angle, with my dick pointing somewhat downwards, but it prevented Karen from sitting down on me completely, which she could not take. I used my grip on her hips to guide her up and down my length slowly. The position, her knees outside my hips, opened her pussy so she took me easier than before, but it still felt fantastically tight. She experimented by playing with her clit, which made her increase the pace that her hips moved up and down. She slammed her hips down and held while her pussy convulsed. She groaned and rotated her hips using my dick as a massage aid to stimulate the walls of her pussy. She finished her orgasm, and I was close. I shifted her position, making her lie down on top of me with her legs straight. My dick came out of her, and she put her hand on it to push it against her pussy. I pumped into the space she created with her hand and her pussy to finish my own orgasm. She knew what was happening. She applied more gentle pressure on the underside of my dick and moved her hips to massage my dick with her pussy lips. I shot cum onto her chest and stomach. She gasped at the sight and heat of my cum. She pressed down harder on my dick, and I stroked another shot onto her body. She rubbed me with her pussy and hand as I settled back down. I whispered to her what I wanted; she grabbed my dick at the base and squeezed upward, drawing the last of my cum out. She lay back so my head was by her ear. She hummed happily and played with the semen on her stomach and chest. I rolled a finger up her body to capture some of my seed and moved it to her lips. Karen's conversion was complete when she willingly opened to take it into her mouth. She probably thought we were done but that is not how I had been taught. She had pleasure from our first time, but it was opportunity to make it easier every time afterward. Blanca had taught me well, the bigger the sexual foundation laid down at the beginning, the easier each subsequent experience is to make pleasurable. I had a chance to convince Karen in body and mind that being with me was pleasure. I put my arm around her and spun us around to get up from the bed. She moved to get her clothes, but I held her tight. I walked towards my door. She turned around trying to escape, but I ended the discussion by stooping down and putting her over my shoulder. "David!" she cried but with a lot of femininity infused into my name. I ignored her and walked into my bathroom. It had a square floor shower with no curtain. I walked into the shower and deposited Karen on her feet. She tried to walk out, but I turned around and held her in place. I reached behind and turned the knob to the spots I guessed would be the right temperature. I dealt with the spray of cold water on my back and turned Karen around. She was doll-like compared to me. She looked lost, but her eyes held trust when she looked up at me. It was better than the fear and pain. The water turned warm and then the right temperature of hot. I held onto her and leaned my head back to allow the water to bathe me. I moved back and looked at her. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her so I could grab her ass. I lifted her up; she wrapped her legs around me. My face turned up, and she met me with a kiss. I explored her mouth with my lips, then let my tongue do its own exploring. I stepped back into the shower stream. Karen lifted her face so that the water fell on it. Small streams ran down her body, but it was her neck I was interested in. I moved until she looked at me. She realized what I wanted and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned close to me, exposing her neck to my mouth. I kissed it; I bit it gently, letting the rivulets of liquid pass through my mouth. I turned around so the water fell on her hair and back. She pulled herself tighter against me and gave my neck the same treatment I had given hers. We stood in the water stream allowing it to wash away my cum and our sweat away. I set her back down and pushed her to the wall. There was body gel on the floor and I put some on my hand. I bathed her body slowly, making sure I awakened every nerve ending to make it a part of the sexual foundation I was building for my pleasure. She gave me her back when I finished. I made sure every nerve ending was awake even using a dollop of body gel to coat her anus and push the tip of my finger in. She tried to protest, but I pushed her against the shower wall in a replay of the smothering move. She quiesced and reached behind to stroke my dick in a gesture that asked forgiveness for her protest. I finished and guided her to the water. I helped the soap along in its journey off her body. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me to the shower wall. I smiled, knowing the foundation was setting for her to do it. I spread my legs and extended my arms out to give her room to play. She had a different method of soaping me. She seemed to believe it was necessary to kiss or lick most of me before applying the soap. I thought I had gone slowly, but her pace was excruciating. I felt tremors of awakening in my twice-drained dick before she was done. She had it bad for me. I was soaped, but she kept running her hands over me not able to get enough. I walked into the stream to get the soap off me. We made out again with the water falling over us. I turned the water off and guided her back into my room. She looked around for a towel. I picked her up and dumped her onto the bed. She gazed up at me with curiosity for the second it took for me to come down on top of her. I kissed her hard, letting her know I planned to continue what we had started but this time with her full cooperation. The foundation had set hard enough that she wrapped her arms around me and eagerly kissed back. I made it like her first time should have been. We kissed as I held my weight off her until she pressed her body up to bring us into contact. I let go of her lips to move down and attack her neck. She arched and wriggled beneath me. She turned her neck to make sure I got every part that she wanted kissed, licked, or bit. I kissed my way down her body until I got to her breasts. They were small, still growing, but I knew from experience her nipples were sensitive. I kissed and licked them. I suckled each into my mouth, applying varying amounts of pressure. I licked them in small circles that moved outward from the nipple and back in. She moved her body around so she could wrap her legs around my hips and tried to fuck my mostly hard dick into her. I kissed my way down her stomach. I stuck my tongue in her bellybutton, making her gasp. I moved my hands so they were underneath her knees and pulled her legs up only to push them to her chest. She held her breath in anticipation. Her pubic hair was sparse and very fine; she had a cute pussy with lips puffy from excitement. I stuck my tongue as far into her as I could and moved my head up to snap my tongue up her clit. She tried to move away from me in surprise at the sensation. I changed my grip by wrapping my arms around her thighs. I snapped my tongue upward across her clit again to garner the same reaction; her ass came off the bed and she attempted to escape my grip. Believing she actually liked it, I did about twenty or so times. During the last ten her reaction changed--she pushed her pussy at me and tried to twist her body into a pretzel. I went clinical to see how she would react to different kinds of stress on her clit. Licking left to right and back really fast caused her to arch her stomach and try to escape my tongue by pushing her ass into the bed. Taking her clit into my mouth and sucking it made her do the pretzel thing accompanied by monotone moaning. Using my teeth to stimulate caused escape attempts, licking her in small circles made her hips move in small circles. Putting a finger inside and fucking her while doing anything else to her clit made her grab a fistful of her own hair and attempt to push her pussy into my mouth. Trying to suck, lick, and nibble her clit at the same time caused her to sit up, grab my head with one hand, pull my head into her pussy while simultaneously pushing against my mouth and having the mother of clitoral orgasms which ended in a full collapse. I crawled up her body; she opened her arms to welcome me. She perched her legs on my hips, knowing what I wanted and willing to give me anything. She initiated the kiss on my pussy-flavored lips; she wallowed in the taste of her pleasure as I used a hand to guide my dick into her. I pushed forward and her pussy opened. She was not as tight as before considering the fucking I had given her, but it was still the tightest pussy I had ever fucked. I continued the kissing as I fucked in as deep as I could. With two orgasms already, my hard-on almost ached; her wet pussy felt like a salve on it. Neither of us wanted it fast so it was a gentle, slow screw with our lips never losing contact. I rested more and more of my weight on her, and she reveled in the feel of my dick slowing screwing in and out of her pussy. She moved her hips in circles trying to add to the pleasure we were feeling. I should have lasted longer, but there was something right about what we were doing that made the slowness even more stimulating than pounding her pussy. We came together. We did not break our lip lock even as her hip movement became frantic and my dick thickened. There were no shots into her; instead her pussy milked my dick as it went through her orgasm-induced contractions. I stopped moving in and out of her; instead I pushed in as deep as her body allowed and rotated my hips to massage my dick with her pussy. I broke the kiss to look at her. Tears formed in her eyes as we stared at each other. I smiled and gave her a quick kiss. I pulled out and got off the bed. I locked the door to my room to prevent anyone from walking in and got back onto the bed beside her. I pulled the cover over us, and she moved to my side. She draped a leg and an arm over me. She lay head her on my shoulder and looked at the wall. I stared at the ceiling. I heard her breathing deepen into sleep and smiled down at her. It was a cold thought, but I was happy I had someone back in the role that Iris and Brittany had filled so well. ------- The return of the twins came closer and closer. No one was surprised they did not visit even if they were only a thirty-minute drive away. We had grown accustomed to the out-of-sight, out-of-mind behavior of the twins. Rachel drove up every weekend to take them out to dinner and took me with her most of the time. I thought sadly about how lonely she would be when they left for college, but I could not bring myself to hope she would find someone to spend her time with. Karen and Marisa stopped arguing. The competition had become irrelevant in Karen's eyes. Marisa was my sister, but Karen shared my bed. Fortunately, Marisa was less curious about my relationship with Karen because she had Michael to herself most days. As his divorced progressed, he spent more time at our house. (I kept an eye on Marisa for evidence of walking on air.) Marisa had always been able to draw Michael into adult conversation and the more time he spent around her the more he treated her as an adult. I understood their relationship, because Rachel had always been my only real friend. With Marisa's attention drawn exclusively to Michael, my mother became more insistent about her sexual needs. I did not mind, but unlike Iris I kept Karen out of my sex life with Mother. My mother did not mind that detail but made sure I was extra attentive to her needs. ------- Chapter 7D: Summer Crushes Sex with Rachel became less important the closer the twins' return came. There were other things I would not be able to do with her that seemed more difficult to let go of. Like her smile when I walked into the mansion, it welcomed me as her man and not her sons' best friend. She sprang her gifts on me during our last night together. I arrived at the mansion dejected. I wondered if it were possible to fuck from the moment she opened the door until we had to pick up the twins. Rachel let me know her opinion on the subject by answering the door naked. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me hard, which matched my state below. She walked backwards, towards the stairs, pushing/pulling/dragging clothes off me. We made a couple of stops on the way to her bedroom: the stairs and the hallway. We only rolled around the floor kissing during the stops, but they added fuel to the fire threatening to consume us. When we finally made it to the bed, I thought I was seconds away from a sex marathon to impress the gods. She was on top when she stopped. The sad smile and gentle kiss were the only warning she gave me. "I have the gifts you agreed to accept," she said, getting off me and sitting on the bed. I put my hands behind my head, knowing I was not going to like it. I had no choice though; there were not a lot of choices for me when it came to Rachel. She got up and walked to her dresser. I watched her. Her blonde hair reached to the top of her ass. She turned around holding a folder and walked back to me. I loved her pubic hair; dark blonde shaved down to a landing strip pointing at her clit. She put the folder beside me; her other hand was in a tight fist, obviously holding something. I stared at the folder, knowing what it would contain. Rachel and her husband were not wolves, but they understood pack. "Roger and I wanted you to have this," she said, motioning to the folder. I rarely thought of him by name; he was the twins' father. Sometimes, I thought of him as my father. He might not have deposited the seed that germinated me in my mother, but he slept with her and cared for me. The last part made him more of a father than my stepfather or the biological one. I could have denied Rachel, but I had given my word on his deathbed. Others might say it was too much to ask of a boy, but not for a father to ask his son. "It's the money for you go to the college of your choice," she said quietly, "There's money if you decide to attend graduate school." I understood why he did it; to meet the requirements of my word, I needed the tools, like attending the same school the twins. I turned over and rested my head on my arms, thinking about Roger. Rachel dropped the folder on the floor and climbed on top of me. She must have thought I was upset or angry at what seemed like charity. It was far from the problem. For the first time since our affair began, I thought of Rachel as Roger's wife. Our relationship was a betrayal of his memory. He reached from the grave to ensure I had what I needed, and I repaid it by fucking his wife. I did not doubt Rachel had already told my mother, and my entire extended family would urge me to accept. I finally understood why the pressure of joining the twins at their school had been relieved. After my conversation in the beginning of the summer, Rachel must have explained things to everyone who would listen. In my family, ALL the women would. "I have another gift for you," she whispered. She held her closed fist in front of my eyes and motioned that she wanted to drop the contents into my hand. I moved a palm under her hand. I stared at what she dropped, three small k-y jelly tubes. I turned enough to meet her eyes. She smiled and climbed off to lie down beside me. "I wanted to make sure we had enough lubrication," she said, moving her ass from side to side. "Your mother said it hurts a little the first time, especially with someone your size." It was an attempt to salvage my pride. I could have told her I thought of the money as a gift from Roger, not from her. He probably had not told her about our deathbed conversation so he must have meant for it to stay between us. I knew what Rachel was offering though. We had talked about how taking Blanca had made fucking a woman's ass an act of possession. Rachel said she would be mine for the summer, but we had not done this. I turned so I could bring us into contact. She moved towards me, and we kissed. I dropped two tubes on the bed. My hand drifted down to her ass and stroked the line between her ass cheeks. Even if it had only lasted a July and August, I wanted the memory of Rachel being completely mine. Blanca's lessons came back to me. Rachel would be okay, but her pleasure had to come before mine. I ran my fingernails on her back as we continued kissing. I took my hand from her body and opened the tube. I played the tip down her spine and between her ass cheeks. I investigated the area with a fingertip until I found the right spot. Placing the tip on her anus, I applied pressure to empty it. Rachel grabbed my wrist as the cool lubricant touched her. Her blue eyes widened. She was fearful but resolved. I smiled and kissed her neck. I picked up both the remaining tubes and worked my lips down her back. I nibbled her ass cheeks as I worked one hand underneath so I could touch her pussy. She lifted her hips to help. I rubbed my fingers along her pussy lips. She had lost some of the moisture the naked crawl to her bed caused, but it was not long before my fingers were wet with her desire. I rubbed her clit gently, building the pleasure as I put a finger on her anus. I worked the jelly in slowly, mimicking the motions on her clit. I waited until she was in an orgasmic climb before I pushed my finger inside. She moaned and pushed back in a rotating motion to get more pressure on her clit. I gathered as much lube from her skin and pushed it into her ass in front of my invading digit. She stopped moving, but I continued until both knuckles of my finger were inside her. Her hips moved out of discomfort. I had stopped rubbing her pussy but went back to it until I was as deep in her ass as my finger could go. It took some time for her to adjust to the invasion. I joined two fingers and fucked them into her pussy. She squeezed down and groaned while I fucked her. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and went back to rubbing her clit. I moved the finger in her backside so neither knuckle was inside her and stroked back in. The discomfort was not enough to overwhelm the pleasure. I stroked my finger in and out of her ass while lightening the touch on her clit. I balanced the pleasure from her pussy with feel of my finger in her ass. It kept her from getting off. Her body told me when my finger became something pleasurable by moving to match the tempo of my stroking. I concentrated on her clit again, wanting to bring her pleasure closer. When she could see the edge, I stopped and pulled my finger out of her ass. She groaned in disappointment and rotated her ass, trying to tempt me into pushing her over the top. I grabbed the second tube of k-y and emptied it right on top of her anus. I made two fingers one and touched her. She grunted as I pushed them into her ass. Rachel's body was primed. I pushed in as deep as I could and put my other hand on her pussy. The fingers in her ass forced her down a couple of steps, but my fingers on her clit helped her retake the ground on her orgasm. I wanted her over the edge so I did not bother teasing anymore. I fucked her ass while rubbing her clit hard. Her body had no choice but to swim in pleasure regardless of how it felt to have my fingers in her ass. She came hard, moving her ass violently as I continued to fuck it. She pushed back, driving my fingers deeper involuntarily while trying to get harder contact on her clit. I gave it to her, extending the pleasure and driving in the connection between orgasm and me being in her ass. She settled down; I allowed my fingers to rest in her ass. She turned to look at me and smiled happily. She came up to her knees. I had to sit up because her ass had my fingers trapped. Rachel sat back on her heels, but I was unwilling to take my fingers out so I had to move to accommodate her new position. She touched my face and smiled sweetly. Rachel squeezed her ass, putting pressure on my fingers, and grabbed my forearm. She held my hand in place, looked into my eyes, and stroked up and down my fingers. She did it again; on the third time, she closed her eyes, dropped her head back, and let out a sound of pleasure. Rachel was mine. She grabbed the last tube of k-y, opened it, and placed the tip at the base of my dick. She squeezed and ran a line of lube up my length, saving a good amount for the head. After dropping the tube, she spread the lubricant. She touched my face and kissed me before lying down on her stomach. We were ready. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and straddled her. It was not the best position, but it would make for the best ending. Rachel rubbed the remaining lubricant over her ass cheeks, giving them a pretty shine. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. I looked down, trying not to think about how it would feel to be inside her. I put a hand by her head and grabbed my dick, guiding it so the tip was on her asshole. I pushed down; the lubrication helped, having fucked her ass with two fingers helped more. Since I was thicker around than two of my fingers, it was not easy. Rachel accepted the tip of my dick easily enough, which gave me the leverage needed to keep from slipping. I stroked my dick with my hand to keep hard as I added more pressure. She grunted when my head passed her anal ring. I wanted to drive forward hard and feel her around me, but it was Rachel and I could not hurt her. I pushed down again. My passage was easier as her anal ring had allowed the thickest part in already. It still felt like an eternity passed before my hips came into contact with her hands. I pushed her hands aside and took firm grips on her ass cheeks; she grabbed my wrists but did not resist. I looked down to see my dick inside Rachel's ass. If I had tried to move, I would have lost it. Instead, I closed my eyes and trailed my fingers on her ass. It gave her time to get used to me while letting regain the slightest amount of control. It was a lost cause though; the pressure pushing out from my dick refused to recede. I needed to cum inside her. I gave up and looked down. My hips moved back and forward. I did not have many of those strokes in me, but I wanted to see Rachel's possession. I made it to four strokes before lying down on top of Rachel's back. She squeezed my hands and pulled them beneath her face. Rachel pushed with her ass to tell me she needed to be mine. I kissed her cheek, pulled back, and fucked into her. It had only lasted two months, but Rachel had been completely mine; she had given herself to me on my terms. I pulled back and stroked into her. I pulled back and one of the best orgasms of my life began. I pushed into Rachel hard. The orgasm swept over my entire body. Every nerve chanted ecstatically as I emptied into her. She let me lie on top of her when it was over. She whispered, mostly babbling to herself. Rachel also needed to adjust to the deepening of our connection, even if it would soon be over. While she was not massive, she was strong and could hold my weight as long as I (we) needed to stay like that. I was glad for the intimate contact. I held her when she started to cry, much like I had held her when she cried at the loss of her husband. Our affair had arrived at its fated end. The rest of the night passed as if we were just lustful lovers and not two people going in different directions when the sun rose. She was already dressed when she woke me up. I got dressed in my guest room, taking my time to get used to not being able to do it in her bedroom anymore. I did not need to go with her to pick up Sean and Patrick, but I wanted to be there when she told them and our coach that I could attend the same college. The twins accepted the news as if they never entertained another possibility, while our couch reacted as if Christmas arrived early. He promised to pull what strings he could to get scholarship money for me. I kept quiet the rest of our time together. We went out to dinner; but Rachel and the coach did most of the talking. I had to remind myself too many times not to do the things I had been allowed to the last two months: Rachel and I could no longer hold hands, kiss for no reason, or playfully stroke each other. I was happy I would be joining the twins at college though; it meant our coach could still use me to push them. I never lost my attitude about training, and he used my work ethic to drive the twins harder. I could also make sure Sean and Patrick did a better job of making time for Rachel. The twins could have chosen a university thousands of miles away, but no one was stupid enough to believe I would. There was a hard limit to how far I would even consider moving away from my family. Rachel would get two dinners a week with her sons, and a weekly call in which I trapped the twins into talking to her. The twins felt guilty about the way they treated their mother, but they did not know how to be different. My overt interference would be overlooked as long it kept everyone's negative feelings away. I left the Smith mansion believing my summer had come to an end. I planned to concentrate on earning some scholarship money and keeping my sexual partners limited to my mother and Karen. Essentially, I banked on an uneventful senior year. Wrong! ------- It was the summer of crushes, and a second person had languished in her crush for too long. She decided to do something about it the next time she got the chance, which turned out to be the day after the twins got back. Marisa and Karen had a major spat about nothing that morning. I almost believed they did it to amuse themselves. My mother must have perceived something similar because she seemed to be egging them on. I rushed out of the house and headed to Main Street. I was just beginning to feel the consequences of 'no more Rachel' and looking into shop windows helped me think of something else. I was walking home when I saw a pretty brunette strolling towards me in a gray top and tight black pants. We made eye contact, but I broke it immediately. I dismissed the idea of turning around to check out her ass when we passed each other. "You should have turned around and looked!" I had to convince myself I did not imagine it. Her voice was laced with enough challenge and petulance that I had to stop. I turned around slowly, giving her time to run. She stood three paces from the point we crossed. Apparently she had turned around to catch me looking, she did not appear pleased I had NOT ogled her ass. I squared off and stared at her. She had taken a stance with her shoulders back, hands on hips, eyes sparkling at me, and an angry smile on her face as she silently screamed an unrelenting challenge. She had enough of not being acknowledged by the right man. Since I was the right man, I waited for her to come to me. She closed the gap and looked up. I liked her hazel eyes. She also had a tight body from being young and on the cheerleading team. I was sure her wealth of brown hair would fling about wildly during sex. "You don't want to do this today!" I warned. She had challenged, but wanting Rachel was the focus of my frustration. The girl did not reply, instead she stood on her toes and licked a line across my lips. Someone REALLY had enough of not having the right man's attention. "Little girl, can you live up to that?" I growled. Her eyes flashed angrily before she grabbed my arms, wrapped them around her, and pushed my hands to her ass. She was proud of her butt and had a right to be. She put her hands around my neck and pulled me down into a kiss to clarify the whole 'little girl' thing in my mind. "Is that it?" I asked when the kiss ended and she looked at me expectantly. Anger flared in her eyes. I looked down, waiting for her to lose it. I gave her ass a squeeze, figuring it would be my last opportunity. She settled on Plan A; grabbing my hand, she turned towards her house. I had recognized her as soon as I saw her. I could even explain the origins of her crush and how she knew not to bother with high school games. Michelle, Brittany's baby sister. In her house, she guided me past Brittany's room and into her own. I looked around as she led me to the bed. The room was painted pink and teddy bears populated every corner. She lay down on the bed, using her elbows to prop her upper body up. I stood between her legs looking down. A first time together deserved better, but I was past caring and she had decided it was the best way to get my attention. I pushed her up the bed so she was completely on it and lay down on top of her. She pulled me into a kiss as full of her frustration as mine. I shoved my hands beneath to grab her ass. Michelle wrapped her legs around me. I put my hand on her belly and moved up. I pushed the top and bra off her breast to palm it. She broke the kiss long enough to take the top off, undo the bra, and throw it aside. I pulled my t-shirt off and returned to skin-on-skin contact. She arched her back and rubbed her nipples on my chest. Her legs tightened around me as she continued to rub herself on my chest. I read the hint she gave me and moved down so I could take a nipple in my mouth. She nearly came off the bed in an attempt to shove her breast down my throat. Her breast was not small enough to take completely in my mouth, but I gave it a try to meet her needs. Michelle turned her body, and I gave her other breast the same treatment. She was enjoying herself so much, I decided to spend time playing with her breasts to see how far it could take her. Her nipples were sensitive enough to walk her up the path of pleasure as I sucked, nibbled, and licked them. I moved on to better things when she dry-humped my stomach. She protested the abandonment of her breasts, but pushed her tummy into my face when I kissed a line down to her bellybutton. I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down her hips. She lifted up to push the pants and panties down her legs. Her leg came around me; the pants and panties went flying; her leg came back around me. The move surprised me, but she made sure I got the point by pushing her pussy into my face. Michelle was far from shy and a little too much in control of the situation. I moved up her body. She tried to push me back down to finish what my kisses down her belly promised. I kept moving upward, winning the argument when our lips touched. She opened her mouth and tried to drive her tongue into me. I pulled up and looked into her hazel eyes. There was hunger present, but there was also a desire to dominate. I understood what it really was. Michelle wanted to compete with Brittany, who had been the submissive one in our relationship. If Michelle could be dominant, she would have an undeniable victory over her big sister. I grabbed a fistful of hair and moved to her side. She tried to turn into me, but I pushed her back with a hand on her stomach. She challenged me for control, and I was not in a place where it would go unanswered. I moved my hand down to the juncture of her legs and split her pussy lips. I kissed her neck as I moved my finger up and down her pussy. Her body fought to make a decision about which it would rather push towards me: her pussy or neck. I inserted a finger and was surprised by the resistance it encountered. I stopped, pulled up, and looked at her. She nodded her head at the question in my eyes. I pulled my finger out, fully intending to get out of the bed. She stopped me by grabbing my hand and keeping it in contact with her pussy. Her look communicated the desperation she felt to keep me with her. The challenge left her eyes as her desire for me superseded the competition with her sister. I moved my hand up so I could touch her clit and kissed her. She put her feet flat on the bed and pushed her hips up. I took the invitation and let her release the frustration of not having me into my hand. I used two fingers to stroke up and down her pussylips. I kept it up until she lost her strength and had to drop her hips back to the bed. I focused on her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She pulled my head down and invited my tongue into her mouth. I savored my victory on her lips as she surrendered control. I was kissing her when the orgasm came. She broke the kiss and panted as her body surged with pleasure. She turned into me and hid her face against my shoulder while I continued to stimulate her exposed clit. I moved between her legs. She pushed up to her elbows and stared at me. I winked and took a nipple in my mouth. The fresh taste of her took me away. Michelle was new to being naked with a man in her bed; I wanted her to enjoy every part of it. She relaxed as I moved to her other nipple. I retraced the path to her bellybutton and kept going. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed; I spent time licking wetness onto each strand before moving onward. I pushed her knees up to her chest and licked the area surrounding her pussy. She squirmed and tried to get me to place my tongue where it would do her the most good. I put my tongue at the bottom of her pussy and plowed through her pussylips upward until I got to her clit. I took it into my mouth and suckled to see her reaction. She flooded with wetness, arching her pussy to beg me to continue. I pushed up but held the contact on her clit. I undid my pants and pushed them, along with my underwear, off my body. I lay back down and Michelle held her legs to her chest, giving me the room to lick her pussy and assault her clit with my tongue. I put a couple of fingers at her entrance and licked her clit. I prepared her pussy by using two fingers to the point of resistance. I pulled them out and excited her pussy lips as I licked her clit fast from left to right. She groaned in frustration as the licking got her closer but not quite where she wanted to be. My dick wanted attention so I caved and took her clit back in my mouth. I sucked and licked it at the same time. She screamed and her pussy expanded around my fingers as the orgasm she had been waiting for struck her body head-on. I continued my actions on her clit, riding shotgun to her pleasure. It was too much; she pushed at my shoulders to catch her breath. I moved up her body, kissing her stomach, between her breasts, her neck, until I could give her a taste of pleasure. She tensed when the head of my dick kissed her pussylips. I looked into her eyes before giving her a gentle kiss. The moment I touched her maidenhead I forgot about my frustration over Rachel. Michelle needed me with her at that moment; it left no room for anything else. I grabbed my dick and ran the tip up and down her pussy. She closed her eyes and grabbed my shoulders as the physical presence of a man between her legs overwhelmed her senses. The thought of taking her virginity had me steel-hard. Michelle was going to give me blood! She touched my face and moved her hips so my dick touched the entrance of her pussy. I pushed and her body held me in place. I pushed forward slowly opening her; Michelle dug her nails into my arms. I met her resistance and rested on it. Her nervousness was increasing so I stroked in and out, bumping her resistance but giving her pleasure while she adjusted. Her mouth opened when I kissed her. I knew what I had to do. I thrust into Michelle forcefully, breaking trough her resistance. She drove her nails into me and cried out. I kept thrusting until she could not take any more. Her breathing was harsh. She pulled her nails out and pulled me down into a tight hug. She let go of another cry, more from fear than pain. I knew she would not orgasm before I came, but I needed to wait long enough for my moving to give her some pleasure. I wanted Michelle to be curious about what came when there was no pain. I stroked back slowly. She held me tighter, fearing the unknown and believing pain would come with it. I did not pull all the way out, just halfway, before I gave her back my length. She moved to avoid the discomfort she expected. I was too far-gone in her virgin tightness to permit the avoidance. I pushed my face into her neck, drove my hands underneath her, and grabbed her ass. My weight and grip held her still. I made her take my thrusts, like the woman in her would want to later. I pulled halfway out and forged back in. I had to go slow, instead of the hard thrusts the animal part of me wanted when it smelled her blood, her sacrifice to my pleasure. My movement in and out became smoother and smoother as the fucking transformed her from virgin to woman. My orgasm rushed forward. She moved with me as the struggle between pleasure and discomfort approached a stalemate. I could not wait for her though; I kissed her, asking her to forgive me for only being the right man and not the perfect one. Virgin or not, Michelle's body had the right instincts. She rotated her hips to accept my body's offering when I thickened. I came into her. Her arms, legs, and pussy squeezed me tighter. She moved her hips until I rested on top of her, completely spent from my pleasure. I moved to her side and lay looking at the ceiling. I had been Carolina's first, but she had not bled for me; it made a difference to the animal lying beside Michelle. "David," Michelle said quietly, turning to look at me. I met her eyes. She seemed nervous as she moved to bring her body into contact with mine. "That whole, you inside me thing... it gets better, right?" she asked. I pulled her into a hug before I laughed. ------- The Winter Interlude Not quite a break in the story I focused so much on getting into college my junior year that it took time to adjust to a more relaxed senior year. I only needed to maintain a good grade point average, apply to college, and have a strong enough swim season to earn a scholarship. My life was in order, including the sexual side--Karen and my mother at home, while Michelle slipped into the girlfriend role at school. Michelle staked her claim the first day at school by pinning me against her locker and giving me a hard, possessive kiss in front of the female in-crowd members. I was happily waiting for senioritis to strike when Karen's father forced me to openly proclaim dominance within the pack. It was a Saturday in November; Karen, Marisa, and Michelle were gossiping in the living room. Michelle had made it pretty obvious she wanted to head to my room for a quickie, but I was waiting for Karen's father to arrive for one of his rare visits. My mother and Aunt Esmerelda were in the kitchen doing their own gossiping when the doorbell rang. Esmerelda shot out of the kitchen to answer the door before one of the girls could get it. Even Michelle felt the tension that walked into the room with my uncle. She looked at me, but I ignored her. Karen's father was nervous and refused Esmerelda's offer of a drink. Everyone was quiet as his eyes bored into his daughter. Michelle moved closer to my mother. Marisa alternated between looking at Karen and our uncle. Esmerelda and my mother's faces expressed deep anger as we waited for the bomb that put so much excitement in my uncle's eyes to drop. He looked around the room for support and found none. I was standing a couple of feet from him and watched him take a deep breath before speaking. "I want Karen to move into my apartment," he announced. Esmeralda and my mother's heads reared back in shock. I closed the distance and drove my fist into his gut. Michelle and Marisa yelled in surprise. Karen, my mother, and aunt were staring wide-eyed at me when I turned around. "Leave," I said. My mother grabbed Michelle's hand while Esmerelda guided Karen and Marisa towards the kitchen. Trying to recover his breath, my uncle gasped for air at my feet. "No!" I said, freezing the females. "That way!" I told them, pointing at the front door. My mother met Esmerelda's eyes and pushed Michelle towards her. My aunt walked the girls around the furniture to keep a fair distance between us. Michelle's eyes were fearful, but she followed the other girls out of the house. My mother walked into the kitchen and came out with her purse. She grabbed her keys from the hook by the door and exited without looking at me. I looked down, sighed, and kicked my uncle in the ribs. He curled into a ball; I shrugged before heading into the kitchen for a glass of water. I sat on the coffee table and took a drink. When he finally sat up, I put the glass down. "That was stupid," I said in a friendly voice. He got his feet under him, warning me what was coming. I looked down at my glass before reaching for it. He moved; I met his face with my forehead. He was not expecting the move and dropped. I winced at the blood gushing out his nose; my mother would have some words for me if the floor got permanently stained. I went into the kitchen for some paper towels. Pushing him out of the way, I did what I could for the floor. I sat on the coffee table and wiped his blood from my forehead. "That was even stupider," I said when he sat up holding his nose. He looked at me; he was not ready to accept defeat yet. For everything my uncle was not, he still had the instincts of a wolf. We made eye contact. He battled for the dominant position but could not withstand the pressure of my judgment. I got up and kicked him in the side of the head to drive the lesson deeper. I kicked the shit out of him until he was nothing more than a crying ball of pain. I walked to the phone and called my Uncle Ovaldo. I grabbed another glass of water before heading back to the prey. I held his chin up and gave him a drink. He tried to get up, but I pushed him down and placed my knee on his throat. He looked up at me with fear deep in his eyes. He was no longer a wolf, just a scared human being. "Here's what you're going to do," I said slowly to make sure he understood. "Monday, you're make someone in the family Karen's legal guardian. It doesn't have to be my mom, but you will make your daughter someone else's responsibility." He tried to shake his head. I put weight on my knee to cut off his oxygen. He tried to push me off in a panic, but the beating had weakened him too much. When I lifted my weight, he took a pained breath. "Ovaldo is coming over," I said. "He can take you to hospital, or he can bury you." I grabbed his broken nose and pushed down. He saw the deadly intent in my eyes. He also saw what other members of our extended family had been aware of for a long time--I was the worst of us. He whimpered as the wolf inside told him I wanted to tear his throat out for hurting a member of the pack. "Don't worry, uncle," I said, sitting back on the coffee table. "The family will start helping you out. We'll pay your rent and anything else you might need." He looked at me, waiting for the rest. "The family will make sure Karen does not want for anything." I smiled, making him flinch. "And I will personally take care of her feminine needs." His eyes shot hatred at me, but it was a defeated hatred so I let it go. While I waited for Ovaldo, I described, in full detail, how much Karen had enjoyed her first time with me. I told him how on most night Karen crawled into my bed and begged me to fuck her because she slept 'better' with a load of my cum inside her. I also asked his opinion on whether my mother or Michelle should be his daughter's first woman. Ten minutes later, my uncle Ovaldo arrived. Ovaldo and I were the only family members of significant height. He was several inches taller and outweighed me by a hundred pounds. He walked in and looked down at his brother. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "He needs to go to the hospital. I'm pretty sure his nose is broken," I said. He waited for the rest. "He's also going to need an escort on Monday when he signs guardianship of Karen over to someone else." Ovaldo looked down at his brother and back at me. He nodded, helped his brother up, and walked him out of the house. I closed the door and took the water glass into the kitchen. For the most part, everything had gone as I intended when I saw Karen's father eyeing her emerging womanhood with avarice. The rape had become a scar she could live with. He made her a wolf, but the predator she was had no use for the inadequate. His ego wanted her, and he thought he had nothing to lose. Karen was mine; I made her mine. Giving her back was unthinkable--I did not surrender my plunder, I did not share it with those outside the pack, and I did not give it away. The women came back carrying shopping bags. I flipped channels as my family looked around the house for him. Michelle stood a few feet from me and tracked every move I made. She had questions about what happened after they left, but her social training would not let her ask. I kept watching TV until the women sat down, waiting for me to signal they could proceed with their questions. I would have preferred to say nothing; Michelle's presence made the desire stronger. I turned the television off and kept it short. "You're not going with your father," I told Karen. The older women nodded; Marisa grabbed Karen's hand and squeezed it. Karen's tear-filled eyes thanked me. Michelle's eyes darted from the women to me and back to the women. Her parents were in a co-equal relationship; she could not understand how the women could relax so much after just one sentence from me. "On Monday, Ovaldo is taking him to see a lawyer so someone in the family can be made Karen's legal guardian," I continued. "Who?" Esmerelda asked. I stared at her until she looked away. "We'll take care of the details, David," she said apologetically. "From now on Karen only sees her father when and if she wants," I finished. Michelle's eyes got even wider at that proclamation; and she gasped as my mother, aunt, and Karen nodded. I declared for the leadership of our family circle, and my mother had deliberately stepped aside. I had also taken the first step toward becoming the head of our extended family. My grandfather was the last dominant male, but four members of the pack had followed my lead without question because, like my grandfather, I was the worst of us. I was glad for everyone's cooperation; I had plans for Ovaldo and Esmerelda. My mother looked at Esmerelda and nodded towards the kitchen. I watched them walk out of the room. My aunt turned to make eye contact; her eyes asked to accept my dominance in a more physically expressive manner at the earliest opportunity. I smiled to let Esmerelda know, her time was near. Michelle made a subtle attempt to get information from Karen and Marisa. My baby sister did not have any answers, but she gave me a look that warned of the imminent eruption of girl-talk. I laughed before fleeing to my room. A half hour later, I was swapping CDs in the stereo when Michelle came in. She leaned back against the door staring at me. The way her eyes wandered over me let me know Karen told her what my uncle had done to trigger the violent reaction. Michelle had taken his act for the sin and crime it was in her world. I had no desire to explain what it had really been about; her take on the situation was good enough. She waited until I was done with the stereo before approaching. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Michelle had been curious early on about my mother not questioning her presence in my room. In her world, parents did not allow teenagers to be alone behind closed doors for significant periods of time. She was more comfortable after what she witnessed; my mother would be the last person to disturb me (Karen's father would be the LAST person, but he did not count). I smiled into her kiss at the thought of a less inhibited Michelle. My hands had moved to Michelle's ass. I was pulling her against when the door opened. Michelle obviously turned a corner because she let the kiss go on for a few seconds before looking at who entered. Karen had changed but not just her clothes. The outfit was something she must have bought that afternoon expecting the need to be grateful to me. Her top was smoke pretending to be white lace. The panties had the same make-believe philosophy, which put her newly shaved mound on display. She turned around to show me that the back was nothing more than a string between her cheeks. Michelle took a deep breath at the sight of Karen. The other change was Karen's being. She was free within the confines of the pack and free under my control of her sexuality--far more freedom than most people enjoyed. She wallowed in her freedom as she swayed towards us. Michelle slid an arm off my neck and created space. Karen put her hands on either side of my face and stared into my eyes. She nodded before pulling me down to kiss her. Her mouth opened as our lips touched, inviting my tongue's invasion. She broke the kiss and turned to Michelle. I ducked out from under Michelle's arm, which she let fall to her side. The girls stared at each other; the eye contact was not competitive or questioning, just touching, almost preparing for the next step. I walked behind Karen and looked over her shoulder at Michelle. Michelle looked at me. I smiled in invitation and put my hand on the small of Karen's back. I pushed her towards Michelle. Michelle had a crush on me for a long time, but it was not just about me though. I was a stepping-stone towards other things she wanted. She did not leave the room when Karen stepped into her space and cupped her face. Michelle put her arms around Karen's waist and took a taste of freedom. Being mine was the first step towards what Michelle wanted; kissing Karen was the second. I moved to a position where I could fully appreciate their contact. Karen was shorter and slimmer than Michelle, but except for Karen's darker eyes, there was not much difference between them. They had long dark hair, pale skin, and the same physical frame. The third step was to follow when Karen pulled her down on top of the bed. Karen hands wandered down to Michelle's ass. I gave them the time they needed to wonder at the differences between a male and female lover. I programmed the CD changer with the proper mood music and turned the lights down. After dragging a chair near the bed, I took my clothes off so I would be ready when they needed me. I sat and enjoyed the show. The similarities almost made it a study in sisters; I smiled at the thought. Michelle must have witnessed Brittany and me. It shaped her hunger for me as well as for darker things. I watched as Karen's top came off, and Michelle licked her nipples. If Michelle got what she wanted, it would be beautiful. It was beautiful! That night, I was only called in for the final scene of the last act, but the girls were meticulous in bringing the curtain down and raising it for the encore. After her first time, Michelle was hell-bent on becoming a mistress seducer of women. She and Karen spent a lot of time learning how to pleasure and love a woman as a woman. Karen did it so she would be ready to accommodate the female members of our family, but Michelle had a plan to conquer the world around her with every touch of a new woman. Michelle practiced on two of the senior female elites in school. It was beautiful! She was absolutely ruthless in her seductions. Her prey was chosen carefully: curious adventuresome females, looking for danger, and not wanting to wait for the rest of their lives to begin. High school was a restriction of the spirit, a tool of conformity. She gave her 'victims' reasons to do exactly what they wanted. One of them could make believe it was blackmail as she moaned around my dick while Michelle tongued her clit. The other could believe eating Michelle out was the tariff for what she really wanted, me. Michelle told me about calling Brittany to ask when she was coming home for winter break. She told Brittany she had a surprise, but she would have to do exactly what Michelle wanted her to before getting it. Later, Brittany told me the call was so blatantly seductive she could not resist. Michelle talked her parents into letting the sisters stay at home Christmas Eve to catch up; the girls would drive up to their grandparents' home on Christmas Day. She also conspired with the women in my life so I would go without sex for a full week. She did not know enough to alert my mother, but Karen took care of that angle. ------- I closed the door to Michelle's home. She pushed me against the flat surface with a full body press and tried to shove her tongue down my throat. I danced with her tongue as she undid my pants. She pushed my chin up and kissed my neck while shoving my pants and underwear down. She knelt, took off my shoes, and helped me out of the clothes she had undone. She stood up to tear off my jacket and shirt. I stood naked against the door while Michelle played with my erection and kissed me hard. She let go but held a hand up to keep me in place. She stripped out her clothes. I could almost hear the music that played in her head; it was slow and sensual, almost addicting as she made my dick harder with each garment that hit the ground. The way she took down her panties made me move. She turned around and arched her ass at me. She grabbed the sides of her black thong and pulled it down her legs, bending over slowly to keep it moving downward. I tried to fuck her, but she snaked a hand underneath to cover her pussy. She stood up and turned around, smiling mischievously and shaking a finger at me. She moved the hand away from her pussy and brought it to my lips. I licked her fingers clean, hoping she would change her mind about the penetration. Sliding her hand down, she took a firm grip on my hard-on. She turned around and pulled me towards her room. I figured I had been wrong about the plan, until she opened Brittany's door. Brittany was waiting on the bed. She was kneeling naked with her ass on her calves. She wore a black blindfold. Michelle whispered that Brittany had handcuffed her hands behind her back. Brittany arched her back and pushed her chest towards us when she heard the door. I had not seen her since she left for her graduation trip to Europe. She had thickened, in some part due to the dance team workouts, but most of it was curves deepening with maturity. She was closer to the woman she would be, than the girl I had fucked relentlessly my sophomore year. Her hair was black, long, and straight. Her breasts were beautiful, full D's with the natural lift of youth and a hard dance regimen. Muscle lines were hinted at with each movement. As I moved to the side of the bed, her head tracked me. It had been a year and half, but I recognized the smell of her desire immediately. My dick thrummed with the memory of how she felt around it. Brittany opened her mouth to speak. "Remember Sis, no talking!" Michelle said, climbing onto the bed and putting her hand over Brittany's mouth. Her voice surprised me; she spoke with my diction and the tone I used with Karen. Michelle understood perfectly the path to Brittany was through me. The perversity of wanting her sister was far in the back of Michelle's eyes though. At least that day, the sisters would not be lovers. Michelle looked at me and ran her fingers down Brittany's stomach until she could play in the sparse triangle of hair. "Do you know who is here?" she asked. Brittany nodded as she turned her head from the sound of Michelle's voice to me. "Touch her," Michelle told me. I climbed onto the bed and put my hand on top of Michelle's. I traveled where her fingers would not and touched Brittany's pussy. I placed my middle finger on her clit and split her lips. She was wet, maybe it was because of the situation, but I preferred to think her body knew who was touching it. Brittany's head dropped back, and she pushed against me when I dipped a finger into her pussy. I moved so I was between the girls and changed the hand I was using to taste Brittany's pussy. I reached around Michelle and under her ass. I split her pussylips with my middle finger and moved it up to her clit. Her head dropped as I rubbed her clit slowly. I dipped a finger into her also. Michelle pulled herself from my finger and crawled behind Brittany. She put a hand on the handcuffs, forcing her sister's hips toward me. The motion drove my finger deeper inside Brittany's pussy. "He's mine now, Brit," Michelle whispered. Brittany's hips moved as I pulled my finger out and replaced it with two. I found the spot on the roof of her pussy and rubbed slow circles on top of it. Brittany rotated her hips and leaned her head on Michelle's shoulder. "I've missed my big sister," Michelle whispered, "I want her to visit more often." I flexed my fingers on the spot, giving and taking away pressure. "He's mine now, but if I share, will you visit more?" Michelle asked her sister. Brittany was at the beginning of an orgasmic climb so her only reply was a gasp. "Everybody knows he's going to State," Michelle continued. "That's why you decided to go there, isn't it Brit?" Michelle reached around and cupped Brittany's breasts with her fingers just outside the area of her sister's nipples. She rubbed inward but did not touch the nipple. Brittany moved her chest, trying to get the contact her body wanted. "Do you promise to share when he's yours again, Brittany?" Michelle whispered. "Make him suck my nipples so I can get off!" Brittany demanded. "I only have two things to say about that," Michelle said putting her hand on Brittany's handcuffs and pushing down. She grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her sister's head back. "Did you ever make David do anything?" "No!" "Are you telling me that you need anything more than David's hands on your body to come?" Michelle asked. Brittany's breathing deepened; she fucked my fingers in quick up and down strokes. "That is David's finger in your pussy, Sis." Brittany gasped. "David is naked on your bed, fucking your pussy with his fingers," Michelle whispered. "After you come, he's going to stand up and shove his beautiful cock into your mouth." Brittany's stopped her motion, trying to slow the approach of her orgasm. She wanted to enjoy the seduction in her sister's words; she wanted the orgasm to come to her instead of driving towards it. "He's bigger." Brittany gasped, shaking her head. "I watched when he fucked you on this bed. I've felt him inside me. He's definitely thicker; and he's more..." I flexed my fingers, making Brittany shiver. "He hasn't had sex in a week so we could be here all night," Michelle said. "I watched you so many times, but it's going to be different tonight. Both of our tongues are going to be licking his cock at the same time. I'm going guide his strokes in and out of your mouth. When he comes, it will be the first time I kiss you. It HAS been a long week, Brit, and I've missed the taste of his cum." I pulled my fingers out of Brittany to extend the trip upward. I played my fingers along the outside of her pussy and rubbed her clit. "Then he's going to lick you. Do you remember how you screamed into your pillow when he used to do that? He's so good at it, I scream into the pillow every time he does it to me. Do you know what my favorite part is?" Brittany struggled, not to get away but for the orgasm she craved. "After I've come a couple of times, the stimulation is too much. I REALLY want him to stop because I'm going crazy, but he puts his hands on my knees, pinning me to the bed and just licks harder. He takes my clit into his mouth, and he does that thing where he sucks, licks, nibbles, and rubs his tongue on my clit. I come again, but he keeps doing it because he wants to hear me scream. The problem is my body needs to save its strength for the climax so I can't scream. He stops and ravishes my mouth, feeding me the taste of my pussy. His hard, hard, hard cock moves slowly inside of me until it hits bottom." I shoved my fingers deep inside Brittany. "It's not going to happen like that to you tonight, except when he fucks you, he'll be kissing me so I can taste your pleasure." Brittany held her breath as she peaked. I pulled my fingers out of her quickly to prevent it. She struggled against us again out of frustration. I ran my fingers along her thighs, stomach, the inside of her hips, and her pubic area. I put my fingers back inside her gently. "He's going to turn you over at some point," Michelle said. "I'm going to get underneath you and lick his balls while he's fucking you. I had to watch you fucking him from the door, but this time I'll be a tongue away as you cum around his dick." Brittany squeezed her pussy around my fingers as the orgasm made its final approach. Nothing was going to stop it so I let her fuck my fingers to completion. "When he comes inside you, I'm going to pull him out and suck the last drops out." Brittany's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave of pleasure. She screamed as she came like she needed to; it was her first time like that in a year and half. She told me later nothing at school compared to how she felt with me. Michelle waited for Brittany's orgasm to fade before speaking, "Can you rub my sister's clit, David? You could always make her come again if you did it afterwards." Brittany pushed her pussy towards me when I pulled my fingers out and touched her clit. "You're going to come once for every time I watched you fucking him and wanted to be here with you," Michelle promised into her sister's ear. "After I've sucked him dry from fucking you, I'm going to make him hard again. You're going to be lying on your stomach exhausted, waiting for what comes next. When he's hard, I'm going to straddle your back. I'm going to hold your ass cheeks apart while he places his dick on your asshole. If you need lubrication, maybe he'll fuck your pussy. I doubt it though; you loved the little bit of pain that came from taking him in your ass, didn't you? You probably haven't let anyone or anything touch you there so you'll be tight. Maybe it will be like the first time, Brit! I heard you tell Stephanie how it felt the first time, how you treasured the hurt because it made you his woman and not just his girlfriend. I hope it hurts just enough so afterwards you remember it was my hands trying to comfort you, trying to make it feel good as he slowly fucked into your ass. Do you remember telling Stephanie it felt incredible to have him fucking you until you were loose enough he could fuck you hard? You said it was the only time you thought David lost control inside you. I've never felt that, David losing control when I'm lying on my stomach after he's made my ass loose enough to fuck me freely. I hope you'll do the same thing for me, hold my ass cheeks apart as he fucks into me slowly." Brittany made begging sounds as her second orgasm approached. Michelle had my voice pattern down and hearing my words coming from her sister's mouth was driving Brittany to the edge of sexual insanity. "When he's ready to come, I'm going to stop holding your ass cheeks apart, instead I'm going to squeeze them together. He's going to have to stroke hard. Won't that feel incredible? Maybe it will hurt again. He'll get thicker, like he does just before he cums. He's going to get bigger inside you and that's going to make you come. David does it to me too; he gets thicker and tries to force his dick as deep inside me as he can. I love the heat of his cum inside me. Does it feel the same in your ass, Brittany?" Brittany came again. "Do you remember what it feels like, Sis? I know you haven't touched another cock since David, but tonight you'll know what it feels like again." She let Brittany come down from her orgasm before she kissed her ear. "You have to promise me you'll share him when he goes to school," Michelle whispered. "Do you promise?" Brittany turned her face towards Michelle. Only a breath of air separated their lips. Brittany nodded a fraction; it brought their lips closer together. "I'm scared a little," Michelle confessed. "I want to feel David in my ass, losing control. I love the sound of it, 'David losing control.' But I'm scared, will you hold me when he does it for the first time?" Brittany took a deep breath. She took in the scent of Michelle and her own heat. She gave Michelle another nod of acceptance. Michelle sealed their deal to share me with a simple touch of their lips--almost. It was beautiful, that almost kiss. That night. It happened exactly like Michelle described, except Brittany asked us to leave the blindfold on. It was as if a year and half had not passed since I touched Brittany. She reacted like she always had, my every touch a reason for pleasure. Brittany kept her promise to Michelle. I walked into my room on New Year's Eve to find Michelle on my bed: the same position that Brittany had been in, the same blindfold, and the same handcuffs. Brittany confessed she knew Michelle had been watching. She told her little sister how she risked being caught so Michelle would feel like she was a participant. She whispered into Michelle's ear that she expected her to let go like Brittany did when she was with me. Brittany knew Michelle was holding back, maybe waiting for me to lose control too. Brittany grabbed Michelle's hair and pulled it back hard. She told Michelle what she was doing was not enough; I deserved more. I deserved my woman to give herself completely, even the parts Michelle held back. She would not let me touch Michelle until her sister promised what Brittany thought I had a right to. Michelle tried to hold out, but she could not against the description of what it felt like to be my woman. Michelle agreed in the same way Brittany had, with the same almost-kiss. Michelle felt me lose control, while she in turn lost control that night. It was beautiful--to see three almost identical versions of the same woman, Karen, Michelle and Brittany. It happened on the last Friday night of Brittany's winter break. I thought nothing could really surprise me; however, the three sirens working together managed it easily. I found a note on the refrigerator door from my mother. Marisa's father had picked her up for the weekend. Rachel and my mother were taking a weekend away; their relationship had not been weakened by my affair with Rachel, but it needed some private reinforcing since everyone knew I was not as comfortable around Rachel as I had been. I tapped the note against my forehead. I promised to spend time with Rachel. I was not uncomfortable, but I had not gotten over wanting to hold her. I smiled as I threw the note in the garbage. I walked through the upstairs looking for Karen but could not find her either. I figured she must be out with one of our aunts. I decided I might as well shower downstairs and lie around my room. I did not bother going into my room. I stripped out of my clothes, dumping them by the shower, and turned the water on. I was washing the soap from my face when a pair of hands touched my lower stomach and a female body warmed my side. I turned my face, and Brittany kissed my shoulder. I felt another pair of hands on me and another female body touched me. I turned and Michelle kissed my shoulder. The third pair of hands touching my lower back, circling around my body, moving down to my crotch, grabbing my dick, and stroking it to hardness was the surprise. Three pairs of hands worked together to turn me so Karen could begin the night with a kiss. ------- Chapter 8: First Year Adjustments The middle of a male story... Before Michelle dragged Brittany back into my life, I had been having a good senior year. After she did, every day felt like Christmas until they gave me the diploma. At the beginning of the school year, our swim team was ranked number one in a state known for its swimming powerhouses. By default, it gave us the number one ranking in the region, and most experts ranked us number two nationally. By the end of the swim season, no one doubted we were the best high school team in the country. The twins and I went undefeated in the pool our junior year. Everyone expected the same for our senior year but were surprised by how easily we dominated swimming events. Sean swam free and butterfly, Patrick swam free and backstroke. It left me with breaststroke and individual medleys. I was not a great breaststroker but none of the national contenders swam in our region. We ended our high school swimming careers without a loss in relay races. It was like throwing blood in shark-infested water. The schools thought I would follow the twins and that they would follow our coach. After a few offers, coach felt us out. The twins were noncommittal, but I explained our families would be better off with our first choice since the twins and I would only be a half-hour away. He did not push the issue. The Olympics were in the twins' future, and no one doubted they were well coached. When the time came, he would be the man for the job he really wanted. The twins and I signed our letters of intent. We were offered full scholarships, but the twins turned them down. I chose to take advantage, in case the Smith money was needed for Marisa. My sex life could not have been better. I decided to start college early by taking summer classes, hoping it would relieve some of the academic pressure during the school year. It meant my mother would be losing her little boy sooner than expected. The growing sense of loss translated into many nights of sweaty desperate sex. Karen's sexuality matured to fit the mold of the women in my family. Brittany came home every other weekend like she promised Michelle. Esmeralda elbowed her way into my sexual landscape, insisting on showing how submissive she was to my sexual dominance at regular intervals. Michelle got drunk on her burgeoning sexual power. She aggressively hunted girls in our school for our bed; four seniors, two juniors, and a freshman fell victim. The freshman brought a halt to it. Her sexual hunger was a match for Michelle's, and she kept us busy until it was time for me to leave the den. Graduation was anti-climactic, but a ritual we had to keep. The twins and I talked our mothers down to a 'small' celebration at the mansion. Small was relative when it came our mothers cutting the apron strings. Inviting my entire family meant we outnumbered the Smith invitees by a large margin, but no one dared complain. I had persuaded Michael to bring my Uncle Ovaldo and Aunt Esmeralda into the Smith Holdings workforce. The management staff had becoming bolder, especially the men, as the twins' departure came closer. Michael was not afraid of losing control but worried about the problems that would accompany a power struggle. By the time I graduated, a few members of my extended family worked for the Smiths, and many more waited in the wings for the right opening. Rachel and Michael's grip on management became tighter and tighter the more wolves joined the fight. Rachel also gained the benefit of less male suitors as my family reclaimed her territory and power. Ovaldo and my uncles were menacing impediments to any male trying to get to her. Incredibly enough the graduation party did not end in an orgy considering how many of my women attended the bash. Instead, Rachel and I sat in the kitchen talking most of the night. I made plans to live on campus when the twins decided not to participate in the coach's summer program at State. They wanted to enjoy the summer, but I jumped at the opportunity for some more individual coaching. Michael kicked me out of my job, knowing I had a lot of transition to undergo. He told me we would talk when my schedule normalized. I spent the two weeks before classes having sex, hanging out with the twins, and searching with my martial arts teacher for an instructor closer to the college. Michael tagged along because the twins would also need a new instructor. We got lucky on the same trip. Michael had decided to point the twins down a traditional Japanese path. He knew he found the right place when we walked in. The instructor was old but radiated mastery of self. Michael talked in his office while my instructor and I waited. The owner was happy to take on the responsibility and made a suggestion regarding my needs. The school he recommended was more modern and had an instructor only a couple of years older than Michael. It was a Tae Kwon Do school for financial reasons; the owner has spent years studying Jujitsu in Brazil though. The school did very well because of the mixture of classes and his assistants. He had male instructor from Brazil and a Latin female Tae Kwon Do master. The school was close to the university. He marketed to women, mothers in town and girls at the school. The guys followed the girls and joined when they got a taste of the combative nature of the advanced classes. He told us about his expansion plans to build and equip a small gym. If he did not charge a lot, mothers and fathers would fork over more money to workout while the kids took classes. Lust flared when his female instructor walked over. She had shoulder-length straight black hair, a very pretty face with classic Spanish lines, dark latte skin, and her large muscular hips made my hands itch. Her eyes had a feminine challenge to them, but they whispered that if you won the challenge she would be yours. I met her eyes and absorbed the challenge making her smile. It was the right place for me; the owner carried himself with an air of competency I respected. It took a load off my mind, and I was able to concentrate on sexual pleasure during the last days of my summer break. The move was a tearjerker for my mother. I tried to keep everything low-key, but she knew I would not have a lot of time to visit. As a freshman, I was not allowed a car and would be trying to get used to a new life. Housing made a mistake and placed me in the same dorm as a school program to help 'disadvantaged' students. The concept was to get them into classes earlier than their classmates and provide more transitional aid. I did not care since without the Smiths I would have been one of them. The program coordinators were not happy with my housing assignment though, but the school could not move me due to renovations and a higher than usual summer occupancy. I was given a private room to keep me away from the program participants. My mother helped me unpack and put things away. Finally, we stood in the middle of the room with nothing left to do. She looked lost; it would not be long before Marisa would leave too. All of her children would be gone in a period of time that was arriving too soon for my mother. She turned to look out the window. I smiled at her back and moved towards her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pushed my hips against her. She gasped, feeling my intent. I turned her around and pressed my dick against her stomach. She turned her face up for my lips. I captured her mouth to mate the taste of our need. She was desperate again, but I pushed her against the wall and forced her to slow down. She grunted as I rubbed my cock on her belly. I pushed her skirt and panties down her legs. She broke the kiss so I could get them to the floor and stepped out of them. She pulled her shirt and bra off before standing proudly naked for my eyes to feast on. My mother's curves killed. Her breasts only sagged from being full-sized. She had wide hips and beautifully rounded ass. Working out with Rachel maintained her body and a hint of muscle lines on her tummy. She read my desire to slow down and took it to heart. She pulled my shirt out of my pants but did it slowly, kissing every inch she exposed. She changed her mind about doing it standing up and pushed me to the bed. She kept pushing until I was supine with my feet barely touching the ground. My mother straddled my thighs. She kissed, licked, and placed gentle bites wherever she could reach. I wanted slow, but she made it torture to wait. She helped me out of my shirt and straddled my hips. We kissed for fifteen minutes. It would not have taken that long to do a thorough job, but I grabbed her butt and was going through the manual of arms for ass handling. She loved my hands on her ass so she was not about to stop me. The room environment changed as her heat and the scent of her arousal filled it. My finger playing with the outside edge of her anal rose was too much for her. She reached between her legs to undo my pants. It was awkward because I did not let go of her ass and had even begun to penetrate it with a finger. She fumbled her way through uncovering me and pushing my pants halfway down my thighs, which was good enough for what she wanted. She raised her hips and took me in her hand. She placed the head of my dick just inside her pussy to give us the right alignment. She lowered her weight, seating me inside of her. She held her breath while her body adjusted around me. We kissed. The first orgasm washed over her. Her lips froze open in anticipation of the pleasure while her body tensed. I dropped my hips and fucked her hard to take her over the top. She cried out and put her forehead on mine. Her pussy squeezed me, making her desire not to let go a physical thing. I needed something more from our joining. I turned until she was on her back. I pulled out long enough to take my pants and underwear off. I dragged my mother closer to me until her ass was almost off the bed. The bed was low, making it convenient to rest most of my weight on her pussy when I fucked into her. I pushed her legs down on her chest. She gasped and pushed upwards as I let gravity settle me in her body. I put a knee on the bed, reserving the gravity fuck for later. I pulled my dick nearly out of her and fucked back in slowly. She shook her head in frustration, wanting it hard and fast. Her eyes pleaded with me, as the desperation of loss became her most prominent emotion again. I kept it slow and long; the strokes eventually soothed her fear. My mother and I were linked; we had always been inevitable. Her second orgasm came when feelings of loss fled in the face of the commitment my body made to hers. Her pussy bore down on me hard so I had to add power to my fucking. Tears formed in her eyes and her grip on my hips changed from demanding to a stroking acknowledgment that we would always belong to each other. I took my knee off the bed and balanced myself on five points: my dick in her pussy, my hands on her legs, and my feet on the floor. She squeezed me with her sheath and smiled, welcoming the change in the rhythm of our lust. I pulled my dick most of the way out and let gravity drop me into her. She swallowed a scream on the second stroke. She moved her hands from my hips to her legs to keep them spread. I stopped thinking about her as my mother or even a woman. I focused on the elliptical inches of my body that her pussy surrounded. I closed my eyes and let my hips move me nearly out of her body and let gravity sink me back in. I let go of control and allowed nature to pilot the rest of the way. I was nowhere near coming until her third orgasm hit. I went from enjoying the ride to needing release inside her. Her contractions tried to push me out, but gravity kept forcing me in. It was a long orgasm for her and the added pressure for the six strokes it took to ride through the storm was too much. I had been well fucked for two weeks so the flood of cum that I poured into her pussy surprised me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her pussy's effort to massage even more out of me. It was not enough, even fucking the whole night did not satiate us. She left the next day secure in the knowledge that there was never going to be enough of her and me. ------- I learned college suited me more than high school. I did not foresee difficulty with my classes as long as I did the reading and took the time to do the assigned work. People also refused to talk in class, as if attention was something to be avoided. I thought the professors were more interesting conversationalists than my fellow students so I had no problem being noticed by the people assigning grades. The summer left my new martial arts school with a dearth of advanced students. The college kids were not advanced, but they took the classes and were willing to scrap. The Brazilian instructor clued me in on how it would be when they returned. Helen, the other instructor, added her own tidbits on what to expect; there were more competitions for Tae Kwon Do practitioners so her advanced classes included a lot of sparring. I tried to settle in but wondered if the competitive classes were the best place for me considering my need to avoid any injury that would cut down my time in the pool. Helen's opinion of me dropped when I expressed my problem with young guns taking things too far. She never asked why I was reluctant to take chances; she assumed it was cowardice. There was more to settle into college than classes. Things were no better at practice. When my teammates realized I planned to go all out the entire summer, I got some nasty looks. The coach also paid careful attention to me, creating another point of friction. A lot of the team members and all of the incoming freshmen, except for the twins, were a part of the coach's summer program. The freshmen, believing I was trying to show them up, really disliked me. It came to a head two weeks into the program when a couple of them braced me by the pool. I laughed in their faces. The upperclassmen came over to prevent what they thought would be the first intra-team quarrel of the year. I ended the farce, explaining if they could not keep up with me they should quit before the twins arrived. The mention of the twins backed everyone up; most of them had fallen to the twins' talent. I was good in the pool, but the twins were the best. If they had not been born twins, either would have been the best ever. They did not need anything more than each other though; it made them less than they could have been individually. My teammates left me alone for the rest of the summer. Maybe they thought the cold shoulder would affect me, they learned differently. The 'disenfranchised' freshmen moved into the dorm before the second summer session began. Disenfranchised was the word most of program administrators called the students. I did not have a good opinion about the intelligence of labeling someone with such a tag. Most of the students treated me as one of them when they moved in. The floor preceptor straightened them out. I walked in on his lecture about not holding court for members of the elite class, namely me. It was my first experience with someone of that particular bent. He was good orator and completely aware of the fertile breeding ground he had before him. My presence in the building gave him an available target, and none of them could see he was speaking out of his own insecurities. Eventually I met true fanatics so I could say that with no little indifference. At the time however, I took his words personally. As he reached his apogee, I got the uncomfortable sensation he was inciting a lynch mob. When the preceptor from the floor above noticed me, she waved him off, tilting her head towards me. He looked pole-axed. He had to be a fucking moron; I was a minority student in a liberal institution. Whatever he thought of my circumstances, some of his words could easily be portrayed as racial attacks. Everyone waited for me to say something. The girls noticed he was avoiding my eyes. I looked at each girl to confirm the loss of respect for him. "I'm here on a swimming scholarship," I said finally. He turned to look at me; his eyes squinted as he prepared to return fire. Strictly speaking, it was not the truth, but he did not need to know that. "I earned every penny with miles of practice." He met my eyes, trying to salvage something from the situation. I smiled and shook my head in dismissal. I walked to my room thinking that maybe college was just grades thirteen through sixteen. His speech paid an unexpected dividend at dinner. One of my floor mates was at the student center trying to decide what to eat. She smiled at me as she joined the line at the Chinese stand. I got the feeling she wanted me to talk to her so I returned to smile and introduced myself. Her name was Shanelle. She had dark chocolate skin and predatory eyes. Her body had the perfection that comes from being young. Her breasts were high and tight; I imagined how much darker her nipples would be than the rest of her skin. She was wearing a summer dress, which flowed around her curves, giving tantalizing hints about what she would look like undressed. Her ass made me think about how she would react to getting spanked as I fucked her from behind. Shanelle was far from shy; her eyes met mine in invitation to do the things necessary to satisfy my curiosity. I asked her to sit with me; I even smiled as I told her I was depressed from having to listen to someone blasting away at my social status. She shook her head and laughed with me. She talked about herself, and I got the message that it was my job to listen. I understood if I did a good job of listening, I would be rewarded later. She was scared and needed someone to talk at. She had a private room too and was not prepared for being alone her first night at college. I did my job and listened as she talked away her fears. She asked if I had gone into town yet. I shook my head, and she dragged me out of the student center. The town proper was only a few blocks away. The more her confidence ascended, the quieter I got as she took complete charge of the situation. I was not talking a lot to begin with, but my role towards the end was reduced to grunts, nods, and shakes. She did not ask me about coming to her room; we just ended up there. She put on some quiet music and pulled her dress up far enough to straddle my legs while I sat on her bed. Reward time! I was only there because she got her confidence back and wanted to spread her wings and embrace college freedom. I was more than willing to do my part for freedom. Shanelle was hot and in charge. Her mouth descended on mine, she invaded my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back hard. We fought for control of the kiss using our tongues to battle it out. They were rough passes as our tongues came into contact and wrestled first in my mouth then in hers. I saw no reason to wait so I grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up. She let go of my lips long enough to put her arms up so I could take it off her. I tossed it towards the door as her mouth came back and resumed hostilities. I caught a glimpse of red bra and panties but was too consumed to take a better a look. I tried to turn us over, but she hooked her calves under my legs and pushed her palms against the walls to stop it. Her eyes prevented me from pushing the issue. For a second, her confidence waned. I settled down and could see the thanks in her smile as she dropped her face back to mine. This was not a reward, but the last exercise of her confidence building. Since I was being condemned to stay beneath her, I decided to focus on the important things. My hands on her ass came to the forefront. It was like trying to palm a basketball, except her skin was smooth allowing me no traction. She focused on moving her ass in my hands as I grabbed, released, rubbed, gripped, palmed, and spread her cheeks. I pulled her up my body by her ass. I sucked her nipples through the bra. She growled in her throat and took her breasts away long enough to take the bra off. She pushed her bare chest back into my face; I obliged her needs by sucking hard on each nipple. She growled again as I ran two fingers up and down the crack of her ass. Biting her nipples took her that extra step towards her goal. I pulled her farther up and trailed kisses down her stomach until her panty-covered pussy was above my lips. The panties protected her and allowed me to use my teeth to scrape along her pussy. She went ballistic and stood up to rip her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and descended back onto my mouth. There was no reason not to get right to the point so I sucked her clit hard. She put her hands on the wall and pushed down on my face. She was ready so I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue to her clit, and flicked upwards. She gulped a half-scream; it was only a half-scream because it ended when I took her clit back into my mouth, stuck my tongue on it, and rubbed hard. She swallowed the rest of her scream as she fought to take a breath. I added suction to the clit making Shanelle sit her weight down. I reached up, grabbed her waist, and spun her so she was on her back on the bed with my face still attached to her pussy. She did not complain, but it was probably because I stuck two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed the upper wall. I changed to quick licks on her clit while I looked for the spot. I felt it and played around it gently. She came up on her elbows as the sensation overwhelmed her. I licked her clit hard and moved my touches closer to the spot inside her. She lay back down and pushed her hips into my face as I pushed her over the top. I rode the wave of her pleasure up and back down. I settled on gentle touches to her center while her breathing settled. She pulled me up and kissed me. I lay down on my back when she moved from the bed to open a bag in her closet. I heard the plastic ripping as she opened the package. Her palms were cool but not as cool as the latex. I watched as she moved above me to place me carefully and impaled her pussy on my dick. My hands moved immediately to her ass to guide the ride into oblivion. The answer came when my hand bounced as I spanked her ass while fucking her from behind. It turned her on! She got hot enough the heat penetrated the third latex shield we needed that night. After the fourth spank, I could barely hold. The experience made me think college would not be so bad, until I saw Shanelle the next day. She completely ignored me as she walked by, deep in conversation with a male preceptor from another floor. I smiled when I thought it through. It was her last step in regaining control. I shook my head and decided it had been worth the sex but I would be more careful in the future. Her implied denial of our act left a bitter taste. After Shanelle, I did what came naturally and settled into a schedule; heavy practice in the morning, class, and four martial arts classes a week. I was unable to recover any ground with Helen and her disdain translated into another person giving me the cold shoulder treatment. The preceptor I faced down was pushing his charges from ignoring me to openly disliking me. My swimming teammates had become more focused in their dislike also and even the upperclassmen were looking down at me. My visits home were the only reprieve from the negative emotions being directed at me. The active dislike was abundant, and I had no means of cutting people down. It was becoming an issue. The twins, my family, and the female elite in high school had always shielded me from those types of situations. I needed the pack. I would have Brittany, who had assured me regardless of what anyone thought she would not be giving me up or hiding our involvement. The twins would also be there, but my family would not so I needed to find other barriers or I would earn more than just disdain by making examples of certain people. I was actively looking for good candidates when out of the blue they stumbled into my life and chose me. I was not a religious person, but at times I could not help suspecting a higher being loved the Smith family so much they created me to make the experience of being a Smith more enjoyable. The being made sure I was happy, but even the satisfaction of my needs were wrapped in something that made a Smith happy. The two candidates were twin Chinese females, Joanne and Stephanie Lee. They had black hair and kept their five-foot-seven bodies in shape by running. The running could not undo the feminine markings nature put on their bodies. They had mid C-cup breasts and asses to make anyone look twice. They were pretty with the Asian tilt of their eyes adding mystery to what could have been plain brown eyes. I had taken over a four-person desk in the dorm lounge on a Wednesday night to study for my first college final when they sat down with me. I looked up and moved my books to give them room. I buried my nose back in my work. My third session class would be starting the next Monday so I had brought those books in case I needed a break from studying. Joanne and Stephanie seemed willing to talk to me, which was a break from what everyone else in the building was doing. We chatted during the studying, not talking about anything specific and keeping it to introductory questions like where we were from, etc. The studying turned into a full-blown familiarization session when I admitted I was only studying to kill time. They laughed and told me they were in the same situation. Flipping through my books, they mentioned they would be taking the same class in the third session. We spread my copy of the books between us looking for what we would like and would not like about the class. They had chosen the same academic path I was on, which led to an MBA. I did not get into my reasons for going down the road, but they told me that theirs came from watching their family struggle with owning and losing a business. It was still early so I asked if they wanted to go to the local ice cream shop. They smiled their consents, and we separated to put our stuff back in our rooms. They dressed differently enough that it was hard to remember they were twins. Joanne kept her hair in a ponytail, while Stephanie kept it down. They wore different shades of lipstick, and their makeup emphasized different things in their features. Joanne wore jeans and a t-shirt, but Stephanie wore a loose dress. I did not really consider the differences in their clothing until much later. We had fun at the ice cream shop and talked in the dorm until I had to excuse myself. I told them about practice in the morning and how I needed sleep. They each gave me a chaste kiss goodbye. I thought about the kisses for before falling asleep. I liked the twins; there was something familiar about them. We had dinner together the next day and spent most of the evening talking. Their home was much further away than mine so they did not get to visit as often. I was scheduled to spend the weekend in the dorm and was looking forward to it for the first time since I moved in. Friday night changed a lot of lives. Joanne and Stephanie wanted a taste of something they could have away from home. It led to a place I could not go. The only portent of their plan was that neither wore makeup. They were very pretty so I did not miss it. They also seemed to be competing for my attention during our meal. I tried to extend the mood by inviting them out to the local Cineplex. They chose a horribly bad movie, which left us alone in the smallest of the theaters. We were rowdy and made fun of everything on the screen. They eventually turned from the movie and concentrated on teasing me outrageously. I thought it would not go any further so I fought back with my own teasing. Stephanie kissed me. I made a bad joke about every guy's dream being twins. Stephanie put her fingers on my cheek and turned my face so her lips could touch mine. It was exquisite, with the some of the same sweetness I remembered tasting on Tanya's lips. We looked at each other when the kiss ended. Joanne touched my face and turned me so her lips could touch mine also. Those kisses ended the teasing. I spent the rest of the movie being passed from one pair of lips to their sister pair. When I entered their room, Stephanie tackled me onto her bed while Joanne closed the door and turned off the lights. She slid over her sister to lie down beside me. She stole me from Stephanie to catch up with any kissing she might have missed out on. Stephanie took the opportunity to attack my neck with her teeth and tongue. Joanne passed my lips to her sister and gave the other side of my neck the same treatment with her teeth and tongue. Their hands moved down, pulled my shirt out of pants, and pulled it off. Joanne kept me busy by kissing me while Stephanie stripped out of her clothes. Stephanie took over the distraction duties (as if I were going to protest) so Joanne could undress. She kept me busy until Joanne stuck her tongue into my bellybutton. I pushed up with my hips. Stephanie scored my side with her teeth. They licked and kissed my chest while one hand from each undid my pants. They pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. Joanne jumped on my lips and stuck her tongue as far into my mouth as she could while her sister pulled my shoes, pants, and underwear off. They guided me slowly to where they wanted me. Stephanie traded places with her sister and turned me towards her, away from the wall. Joanne got behind me, running her lips and hands all over my back. When her hand came around to grasp my dick, she gasped feeling my size. Stephanie instinctively understood and her hand joined her sister's. She did not gasp instead she opened her mouth and deepened the kiss. Joanne moved up my body and pushed her sister's hand away from my face. She turned my face to kiss me. Stephanie kissed her way down my body and slid between my legs. The twins maneuvered me into a position where I was straddling Stephanie with Joanne behind me. Stephanie slipped a hand underneath me and played it along my ass. Joanne stopped kissing me and straddled her sister too. A pair of hands, one from each sister, stroked me to full hardness. Joanne cupped my balls and wrapped an arm around me. She pulled my upper body back. She grabbed my dick about halfway up and guided it to her sister's mouth. Joanne licked my neck at the exact moment Stephanie licked the tip of my dick. My mind fought to accept the nerve signals, which had fired at the same time. It struck me! "No!" I said firmly and pulled away from Stephanie before she could take me into her mouth. I spun out of Joanne's arms. Stephanie sat up and the sisters looked at me with confusion and apprehension. I studied them, individually and together. Joanne's hair had been pulled out of the ponytail; most people would not have been able to tell them apart. I pulled back as far away from them as I could while staying on the bed and looked at them as a unit. The affected differences in personality and clothing had made me miss it. "You're very good, but this will not happen," I said. "What?" Stephanie asked. "Why?" Joanne asked. Their brows furrowed as they felt my attention shift from their individual selves and to seeing them the same way they saw each other. "Very good at hiding," I said looking at Stephanie. "The us," I finished looking at Joanne. "We don't understand." It was all I needed to confirm my decision. I moved so I was in front of Stephanie. "I have someone... , " I said and tasted her sweetness. I turned to Joanne. "you need to meet," I said and tasted her sweetness too. I lay down on the bed and looked up at them. They did not ask for more. Stephanie lay down behind me while Joanne spooned herself into me. She lifted her leg and Stephanie placed my dick between Joanne's thighs. It was a night of fiendish sexual torture. They wanted me to suffer for turning them down, and they sensed that I strongly wanted to enjoy them. They also realized they had become taboo. Their pussies were well rubbed through the night, and our lips touched in almost kisses as we maintained the strain of our excitement. My hands kept their nipples hard, and they drove me nearly insane as one stroked the top of my dick with her pussy while the other reached around to play with the head. We dressed in the light of morning, drinking in each other's nakedness. I took them out to breakfast. It was apparent they wanted to know more but had decided to follow my lead. I guided us to the train station. They sat quietly on the ride home. They were wearing different outfits, but there were two changes in their regular appearance: the makeup was gone again and both sported ponytails. I gave the cab driver the address to the Smith mansion. He whistled on hearing it, elevating the twins' eyebrows. I stared out the window as I waited for the ride to end. Rachel answered the door. "Who is it?" my mother asked from somewhere behind her. I smiled at Rachel and moved aside for my new twins to enter. Both their eyes widened at the sight of Rachel. My mother peeked around the door, and she pursed her lips at the sight of the two girls I brought with me. Four pairs of female eyes looked questions at me, but I placed a finger to my lips and motioned the girls in. I put a hand on the back of each girl, guiding them through the mansion to the backyard, where I knew the twins would be. I was surprised to see them playing in the pool with Brittany when I opened the sliding door. I took a twin in each hand and walked to the edge of the pool. The Lee twins were on the verge of asking what was going on when Brittany noticed me. She stopped their horsing around and stared at us. The Smith twins turned to see what caused Brittany to stopped playing. In that brief moment, all the questions were answered. I let go of Lee's hands and walked back into the mansion. Rachel and my mother were staring out the glass doors, trying to grasp the magnitude of what I had done. Brittany was the first out of the pool. I admired her body in the white bikini she was wearing. The excitement of the night before came back with a roar at the sight of a woman that WAS available to me. My body insisted I immediately exercise the rights her body had surrendered long ago. She moved her head back and forth as she looked at one set of twins and then the other. The Smith twins stepped out of the pool, and we could see the sharp intake of breath as the Lee twins got their first sight of Olympic class bodies and the legacy of good looks Rachel had given her sons. The Smith twins moved towards the Lees in unison. Brittany stepped inside the mansion, not noticing she was dripping water on the kitchen floor. The twins stared at each other for a couple of minutes before the Lees started taking off clothing. They were wearing the matching purple lace bras and thongs. The women around me eyes from Stephanie to Joanne trying to spot the smallest difference. "What are they doing?" Brittany asked. Rachel touched the window, as if she could touch the girls through the glass and across the distance. "If your parents want to destroy the closeness, you hide it next to your skin. Parents don't look closely after you're old enough," Rachel said almost as if she were talking to herself. "I miss you, Rain," Rachel said as her hand fell away from the glass door. "I always miss you." There were tears in her eyes when she turned around and walked out of the kitchen. "What was that about?" Brittany asked. My mother's eyes were flooded with tears as she looked towards her lover. "Rain died in a car crash. Rachel's parents were trying to... She never spoke to them again," my mother said as she walked away to be with Rachel. Brittany looked at me confused. "Twins run in families, Brittany," I said. I had not known about Rain, but a lot of things made more sense. Brittany's eyes teared up as she realized who Rain had to be. She looked outside where the twins had moved until they were only separated by inches. They were not talking, but they were communicating furiously. "I can't imagine losing someone in my family, but a twin!" Brittany whispered as she moved closer to me for comfort. I put my arm around her waist and kept looking out the window. "It looked like it was still killing Rachel," Brittany sobbed in a low voice as she put her face on my shoulder. Brittany's sexual behavior sometimes made me forget she was not one of us. I kissed her temple as I held her. She had become friends with Rachel and accepted her as the big sister she sometimes needed. I did not think they were lovers yet, but it was probably coming. Sean and Patrick nodded at me as they walked the Lee twins past us and up to their room. I took Brittany's hand and led us to one of the poolside lounges. I stripped and pulled Brittany down on top of me. She looked around wildly, nervous about a possible audience. "Everyone is going to be busy for hours," I whispered. She was reluctant and tried to wriggle away from me. It was exactly what I needed after the exasperating night with the Lee twins. I grabbed a fistful of hair. She squeaked as her eyes widened. I pulled her down to my lips and kissed her hard. She stopped moving away from me as her sexual being took over. She rested her weight on top of me, and I rubbed myself into her. The teasing from the night before had gone on for too long. I did not want to wait any longer for my pleasure. I untied the bikini top at her back and pulled it off. She made a motion to cover her breasts, but I grabbed her arms and wrapped them around my head. I untied her bikini bottoms and pulled them off. She whimpered a protest and tried to get away from me. I grabbed her arms and turned us so she was on her back on the lounge. She tried to cover her breasts and pussy while looking around frantically. "Stop!" I said angrily as I pulled her hands above her head. She looked at me and something in my eyes hypnotized her. She grabbed the edge of the lounge and surrendered. I pulled her legs apart and pushed them towards her chest. I did not bother with foreplay, instead placed my dick at her entrance. I plowed into her with no thought to her needs. She was tight as always, and her body only let me in halfway. I smiled down at her as she arched her back. I grabbed under her knees and pushed her legs down hard. Her pussy opened under protest, I pulled back and rammed into her. She grunted as she felt me hit bottom. I pulled back and slammed into her again. She flooded with wetness to make fucking her easier. I pulled back and pounded into her. It had been a long night; the Lee twins had expertly kept me on the edge with their teasing. I lost sight of everything else: the time, where I was, and whom I was with. Everything became unimportant compared to primacy of what I was doing: fucking Brittany hard with a night's worth of sexual frustration giving me impetus. I pulled out and rammed into her pussy as hard as I could. She grunted loudly and grabbed my forearms. "Oh God! Fuck me!" she gasped when I pounded into her again. It was one of the few things I heard for the next fifteen minutes. I spent the entire time pounding in and out of Brittany, completely oblivious to anything except the feel of my cock invading her. I shifted her body so she was slightly turned. It gave me better leverage to fuck her. Brittany told me later that her throat ached from the screaming as my strokes made her as mindless as I was. She became her pussy as her senses focused on our fucking: the smell of her desire, the salty taste of the sweat she licked from her lips, the slapping sound as I contacted her body, the sight of me completely focused on my pleasure, and the feel of my hard cock as it moved in and out of her. I hit bottom, held, and pushed into her as my body opened the gates. It had been building up so it felt like the first shot was a quart of my lifeblood releasing into her body. My upper body wavered, but my hips remained tight on her as I emptied another quart into of her. I collapsed on top her, and she just hugged me, too tired to sustain the natural milking motion of her hips. She got up much later to get us glasses of ice water. She shivered on the way to door, but no longer had any shame about walking around naked. She told me she was sure everyone had heard her screaming so there was no point in worrying about it. A half hour later, I made the first passes towards getting into her again. I was playing with her breasts when she put her hand to my face. "Baby, I'm really sore," she said almost apologetically. "So I'll let you drive," I said, grabbing her hips and maneuvering her above me. Her back was to me so I had a great view of her ass as I settled her on top of my dick. I held her weight up so she was impaled slowly on my cock. She grunted and moved in some discomfort, but I held her at bottom waiting for her to relax. I guess my dick acted on her pussy the same as her pussy on my dick, like a salve when my hard-on ached. It was only a couple of minutes before she rotated her hips. She was too sore to fuck, but she danced on my dick. "I'm not so sore anymore, baby," she whispered. I pulled her legs up and grabbed her by the inside of her knees. I pulled her legs towards me. It stretched her out, making her sigh with the pleasure of sore muscles being properly stretched. I held on long enough for her body to join me in orgasm. ------- The Lee twins and I went home Sunday afternoon. They were quietly communicating with each other on the train ride so I stared out the window at nothing in particular. Brittany told me she would be moving into her sorority house early. Her sorority was an exclusive one, and she would lay the groundwork to claim the Smith twins and I as their property. I thought their organization would serve the twins and I well if high school behavior was what I could expect from my schoolmates. Brittany even made overtures to the Lees about pledging. The Lee twins said it was too expensive, but Brittany waved those concerns off, as did everyone else. It was obvious the twins had become more than two. Rachel was already treating the Lee twins like her daughters. The twins felt right together, but they probably knew that better than any of us. The Lee twins said they would think about it, but I knew they would accept the bids. They had learned to construct better defenses than the Smith twins; part of that knowledge included an excellent set of camouflage techniques. The exclusivity of a sorority's social sphere would guarantee them a certain amount of insulation. Unlike Sean and Patrick though, they did enjoy socializing with other people. I looked at them and smiled. I wondered if Brittany knew what she was setting loose in her sorority. My aborted sexual experience with the girls showed me they were just as wild as the boys. I almost laughed; from what Brittany had told me about the sorority, they would canonize her for throwing them to the wolves. The Lee twins, the Smith twins, and I would add Best Fucked to their 'Most Exclusive' title. Everyone stared at the Lee twins when we got to the dorm. There were some accusatory looks, but people backed off when eye contact was made. There was something different about the girls that went beyond their identical outfits. I waved goodbye and went to my dorm room. I did not have anything to study for so I lay in my bed fantasizing about a midnight orgy with Brittany's entire sorority. I reduced the numbers, figuring some of them had to have boyfriends. I was laughing at my arrogance when I heard a knock at my door. I thought about not answering since I should have been trying to get sleep anyway. The knock came again, and I noticed it was actually two sets of knocks. I got out of my bed knowing who it was. I opened the door to let them in. They were wearing identical pink pajama bottoms and gray t-shirts. Both had their hair in ponytails and were carrying twin teddy bears. They trooped past me and climbed into bed. I shut the door. They left enough space between them for me. They turned me so I was spooned against Stephanie's ass with Joanne spooned against me. "Thank you." The warmth of the pack surrounded me again. ------- Chapter 9a: Erica The end of a male story I opened the backdoor and walked in. Rachel purchased the small mansion so the twins and I could live off-campus; living in a dorm had not been a pleasant experience. The twins whined and Rachel fell for the act. It took her a month to find the right place and the rest of our second semester to finish decorating it. Even with the Lee twins as permanent houseguests, it was too large for us. I was surprised to see all of them in the kitchen. The Smith twins sat around the table; Joanne Lee was leaning against the stove; and Stephanie was propping up the refrigerator. I smiled, glad for the company before I went to bed. "Was she?" Sean asked. "He spent the night at her house... in her room," I replied softly. It did not hurt to say it, but I had to force the words out. The boys nodded; there was sympathy in everyone's eyes. Sean and Patrick looked at the Lee twins. There was a silent conversation between them. The Lees walked up to me. They each grabbed an arm and turned me around. "We're sorry, David," Sean and Patrick said when we could no longer make eye contact. The Lees led me into my room, and helped me out off my jacket, shoes, and shirt. They smelled of a clean morning. I liked the smell, like all the bad things had been washed away by a torrential rain. They pushed me onto the oversized bed and joined me. Stephanie lay down in front of me; her face rested a couple of inches from mine. Stroking my face, she brought warmth back into my life. Joanne spooned against my back, wrapped an around me, and pulled herself tighter to me. "It's okay, brother," Joanne whispered. "We'll always be here," Stephanie finished. ------- I was sitting on the couch in the covered back porch when Brittany opened the screen door. She smiled nervously before sitting at the opposite end of the couch. "How are you doing?" she asked. I turned and smiled. Something in my smile must have touched her, she pressed against me. She kissed me; it was not sexual, just an attempt to comfort. "I'm sorry, David." When I looked into her eyes, she let me in as deep as I wanted to go. "Are you?" I asked. "I'm yours," she replied. "I haven't been alive since you and her... but I would've accepted it if she had been right for you." "You think she wasn't." "Rachel said it best--she was the one but would eventually cross the line." I believed the same thing, but it lasted eighteen months less than I thought it would. Brittany wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. She kissed my temple several as I thought about the eighteen months I did not get to live. Marelin found us in that position. She sat down across from the couch and studied us. I wondered why she had come but refused to be the first to speak. "Hello, I'm the cow," Brittany said as way of introduction. "Brittany!" I said tightly. She sighed and flopped onto her back. She straightened her legs and placed them over my lap. "Can I talk to you alone?" Marelin asked me, giving Brittany a look of disdain. "No," Brittany replied before I spoke. "Next question." "I was speaking to David," Marelin said, anger slipping into her voice. Brittany took her legs off me, spun around, and lay across my lap. The impending confrontation was defused temporarily by both sets of twins coming out of the house. "Oh!" Sean said when he saw Marelin. He traded a look with Patrick. They turned to meet the Lees' eyes. The boys put the tray of drinks down and nodded at me before retreating back into the house. Joanne dragged a chair over and sat down with her feet on the coffee table. Stephanie pulled Brittany's legs up, sat down, and settled the legs back on her lap. I looked from girl to girl while they smiled at Marelin. "Obviously, this isn't a good time," Marelin said. She got up and turned to leave. "If you leave now, we promise neither you," Joanne said. "Nor your cheating slut of a daughter," Stephanie continued. "Will ever get near David again." Marelin turned around and looked at the twins furiously. Brittany turned to me and mouthed, "I love when they do the twin-talk thing." "Don't insult my daughter again," Marelin said through her teeth. She tried to stare the twins down, but they kept smiling. "You can't stop us from talking to him," Marelin said, giving up on trying to intimidate the Lees. "Wrong!" Brittany said. "How are you going to manage that?" Marelin asked despite herself. "Let me think," Brittany said looking at the ceiling of the porch. "The Lee twins, sisters in the sorority with the hottest babes on campus, live here." "We don't live here." Brittany raised an eyebrow at the twins and sniffed. "They live here," Brittany stage-whispered to Marelin. "Anyway," she continued. "This is a fantastic place. Shit--it's at least half the size of our sorority house. The Lee twins are very popular, if you know what I mean, and there is over two feet of thick cock living here. I have a feeling, there's going to be a lot of sisters coming... in and out." She looked at the Lee twins. "I hear you gotta do it with a Lee to get some Smith action, but Joanne and Stephanie live up to our sorority's reputation for hottie-tude," Brittany whispered to Marelin. "A few sisters have already gone that route, and there's quite a few more who've already purchased their ticket to the Wonder Twins Ride." "There is at least five sisters that want David," she continued. "I found out they wanted him 'cause they flat-out told me it was cool if they had to have their face in my pussy while he was doing them hard. What is it about him? When a woman wants him, she'll do anything." "I never saw the attraction," Joanne replied nonchalantly. Stephanie choked and had to wipe juice from the front of her shirt. "The Lees are going to be running interference because they can't stand your daughter, but those sisters are going to be doing it to prevent her from cunt-blocking them," Brittany said looking at Marelin. "Then there's the rest of our sorority sisters, not a single one of which appreciates a cheap little slut poaching a man one of us wants." "Brittany," I warned. Brittany shivered at the tone but turned to meet my eyes anyway. I almost smiled, wondering what Rachel had taught her that she could meet my eyes squarely. "They started it," she said pointing at the twins. "They can call her a slut, but I can't?" "Yes," I replied. "That's not fair!" "I'm not fair, Brittany." "Why can they call her a cheap slut but not me?" "Because you're not a slut," Stephanie replied. "And she is," Joanne added. "Brittany," I said gritting my teeth. "Can I call her an expensive slut?" she asked flippantly. I had to grind my teeth to keep from laughing. "Brittany," I said when I gained control over the urge. "Look," she said putting a fist into her hand. "She was the one that insisted on faithfulness." She punched her hand for emphasis. "She cheated on you last night," she said punching her hand again. "Under the Committed Relationship By-laws, it qualifies her for the title of slut." "Brittany!" the Lee twins and I said. "You're right, whore is a better word for her!" Stephanie trapped Brittany's legs, and Joanne grabbed her shoulders. They turned Brittany over, who not knowing what was going on went semi-willingly. The twins tightened their grips. "One on each cheek," Joanne said to me, nodding at Brittany's ass. I looked at Stephanie who also nodded. Brittany, realizing what was coming, tried to get free. Her ass tightened and came up as she tried to break loose. I put my hand on Brittany's ass; she froze. It had been a long time since I touched her. I brought my hand up and spanked her right cheek. She gasped and pushed her ass up. I spanked her left cheek. The Lee twins released her. Brittany did not turn over; instead her hands rubbed each cheek to get the sting out. She flipped her hair aside and looked at me. Her eyes burned but not with anger. "Hmm!" Joanne snorted. "She even likes that." "Pa-lease! You like it too!" Stephanie said wryly. "And you don't?" Joanne asked defensively. We looked at Marelin. "Marelin, I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want see your daughter again," I told her. I pushed Brittany's hands away and took over the job of kneading out the sting I caused. "If you have something to say, this is your only chance," I said. "Brittany's right--there are going to be a few sorority sisters who will believe it is in their best interest, sexual and otherwise, to keep ANYONE named Covas away from me." "So you're going to hide from my daughter, like a coward." The girls sat up angrily. "If you want to call it hiding, go ahead," I replied before the girls spoke. "My word would be 'finished'." I reached over to the table, took a sip of my drink, and stared at Marelin. Brittany got up from my lap; she sat almost in Stephanie's lap so as not to be touching me. I took a deep breath; frightening any of them was not my intention. "She made a mistake," Marelin said, pleading for understanding. "Erica made a choice, Marelin. She chose him," I corrected. "I was the one who made a mistake." "Do not talk about my daughter like that, David!" "Brittany, have you been with another man since Erica and I started dating?" I asked. I did not have to look; Brittany was shaking her head. "Why not?" "Rachel said Erica would do this. We just had to wait," she replied. "Do you love me?" The silence stretched out to the point where they fidgeted. "You would chosen Erica if she had been faithful," Brittany said; the hurt for having to deny me something was deep in her voice. Stephanie wrapped her arms around Brittany protectively. I stared into the woods behind the house before nodding. I did not deserve an answer to the question. "Why did you wait?" I asked still looking beyond Marelin. Stephanie kissed Brittany's shoulder to comfort her. "When you said you didn't want to have sex with me anymore because of your relationship with Erica, I told you I would wait." I turned to look at her. There were tears in her eyes, but she held her chin up. She had picked up some of Rachel's mannerisms and added vulnerability to them. "I did not say 'I do not want to have sex with you anymore'. I said 'I would not have sex with you'," I reminded her. She nodded and leaned her head against Stephanie's. I turned back to Marelin and studied her. I saw where Erica got her beauty; Marelin was thicker, not fat, just a walking advertisement the gym she owned. "I would have been the second person to know if Brittany decided not to wait. I cannot say the same about your daughter," I told Marelin. "Say what you have to, and go home." She looked between us and put her face in her hands. "I can't let you do this," she said looking at the floor. "It'll hurt my daughter so bad, I don't think she'll ever get past you." I looked at the girls, who all shrugged. Marelin raised eyes to meet mine. "She had to test you to believe you really wouldn't let her get away with it." "No, Marelin." "I know that, and she'll know it someday too. But the way you're walking away will destroy her. Erica loves you!" Erica said it many times. Her mother's voice echoed in my head; I hoped I would never hear Erica say them again. "My baby was too young for the rest of her life to come along. She'll never forgive herself if you do it this way. She won't be able to get out from under the mistakes her father and I made." Brittany and the twins rolled their eyes. "I'm not asking you to forgive her, David. I'm asking you to be her friend. You were the best friend she ever had; she put no walls up between you and her. She loses everything if you just walk away. I want you to leave her something, so she'll know it was real and won't let it go if she's lucky enough to find it again." I looked into the woods. "What does David get out of it?" Joanne asked suddenly. "He said what he had to." "It's over for us," Stephanie said smiling. Brittany nodded while her eyes drilled into Marelin. "How do you know what he said?" Marelin asked. She knew playing with the Lees was a dangerous game. "Before Erica, we were the ones David told everything to," Stephanie said. "Everything important!" Joanne said. Stephanie and Brittany laughed and nodded. "Okay," Stephanie continued, "We were the ones David told everything IMPORTANT to." "We gave that up when Erica came into his life," Joanne said. "Rightly, she was the one he should have been talking to." "This morning, she made a choice not to be here for him," Stephanie said looking at Marelin, "We were, and David told us everything." "Important about last night," Joanne said. "So let's try it again, Marelin," Stephanie said forcefully. "What does David get out of staying your little slut's friend?" "Like Brittany said, there's quality pussy that wants Erica to stay the fuck away from him," Joanne said smiling. "What does David want?" Marelin said, her eyes flashing with anger. The twins looked at each other and shared a cruel smile before turning back to their prey. "You!" Brittany, Marelin, and I were shocked. Brittany recovered the fastest though; she cowboy-jumped into a straddle on my lap. She put her hand over my mouth, pushed my head back, and put her lips by my ear. "Please don't stop them! If you let them to continue, I'll tie every one of my sorority sisters naked to your bed. I will suck your cum out of Michelle's pussy and beg you to fuck me so she can do the same. If they get Marelin and you give her to me for one night, I swear no one will give Erica a bad look." She looked into my eyes; her breathing was ragged and her heat penetrated through her pants and mine. I nodded--the thought of Brittany and Michelle finally being lovers and not just playing around the edges convinced me to leave the decision to Marelin. Brittany turned in my lap so she could look at Marelin. She grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her waist. Marelin was still reeling. "What?" she managed to get out a few seconds later. "It's simple," Joanne said, stabbing the knife in the only available Covas female. "Every time he has to be your little girl's friend, you are his," Stephanie said, twisting the knifer. Marelin's eyes blazed; I wondered which one she would try to slap first. "Don't even play that you don't want him, bitch!" Brittany said in a voice dripping female venom. "Erica gave him back to us," Joanne said. "So if you want him, it's by our rules," Stephanie concluded. When Marelin looked at me, her eyes begged. I would not hurt her daughter beyond what guilt she felt for her choice. Marelin wanted me to do more, and I found I was not against having the knife driven between her ribs and twisted. I patted Brittany's hip to make her get up. I rose from my seat and gave each girl a kiss on the cheek before heading inside. "David!" Marelin exclaimed, making a final bid for mercy. I stood with the door opened for some time before looking at her. She was obviously distraught; but for the first time, I saw the same thing Brittany did. Marelin feared the guilt that having me would cause her. The mother wanted what her daughter had thrown away. I thought about it for a second and decided to let her off the hook. "I'm done, Marelin. If you want more from me, negotiate with them for it." She could blame fucking me on the girls' cruelty or rationalize she was just trying to help her daughter. I walked into the living room where Sean and Patrick were watching TV. They looked the obvious question at me. "Just don't make Joanne and Stephanie mad at you," I advised. "You're just figuring that shit out?" Sean replied, making us break out laughing. We sat around talking about an upcoming swim meet and their visit home that weekend. Joanne and Stephanie had taken over my duties of making sure the twins gave Rachel quality time. They were spending a long weekend at the Smith mansion, which Rachel was ecstatic about. A half-hour later, the girls walked in wearing mouth-full-of-feathers smiles. "So what happened?" the Smiths asked. "The daughter is a slut," Joanne said, sitting next to Patrick. "And the mother will be David's whore," Stephanie finished with a shrug. Sean and Patrick looked at their women for a moment and nodded a question at them. The Lee twins replied with an innocent look. "The mother will pay, physically, for David's time with her precious little girl," Brittany said, satisfied to the depth of her soul at the arrangement. The Smith twins' barely managed to keep their eyes in their heads. They looked at each other again and had a conversation with eyes, nods, and shakes before turning back to us. "Is it just David?" Sean asked. "It's anything David wants," the Lees replied, giving their boyfriends knowing looks "How utterly..." "Gothic." The Smiths had another conversation of eyes, nods, and shakes. This one ended with an affirmative nod from both. They turned to look at me, before speaking they each grabbed a Lee twin's hand. "Why would she agree to that?" Sean asked Brittany. She raised an eyebrow before laughing gaily. "It's a woman thing," she replied archly. Her smile dared them to continue their inquiry. "Can we... borrow her?" Patrick asked me. "Just, you know, if she needs to buy time and you're too busy to make her pay up." "Credit is a bad thing," Sean said sagely. "Please?" the Lee twins pleaded, two little girls begging me to let them play with a beautiful doll. "Don't be silly. Of course, you can play with David's new toy," Brittany said in a maternal voice. Both sets of twins smiled widely. I turned to look at Brittany. "Come on, David! You weren't going to say no to your best friends." I gave it some thought; it was not like they were asking me for my mother, or Brittany, or even one of my aunts. "Yeah, sure. Just tell me when," I said with a shrug. The twins moved into their bedroom to make some rather nefarious plans for my toy. Brittany kissed me gently. "Wanna go into your bedroom and fuck me silly?" she asked. Her breathing got harder; her body temperature climbed. I looked into her eyes. Brittany would have called me to say she wanted to be with another man during the months she waited. Erica told me she was mine and said nothing when faced with the same situation. "Not yet," I said quietly. "I would still be with her." Brittany nodded and kissed me again. "I'll be here waiting," she said before getting up, waving, and walking out of the house. ------- On Friday afternoon, I was alone in the house for the first time since the morning my relationship with Erica ended. Brittany had marshaled the troops, aka the sorority sisters who wanted me, to make sure I barely spent a second alone during the week. I had particularly enjoyed the slumber party in my bedroom the night before. I wondered how Brittany convinced the girls to forego the normal female competition. A thought I stopped pursuing when each girl crawled into my bed for a hot kiss and grope goodnight. "You tell us when you're ready," Brittany whispered when she came up for her kiss. She had a whole lot of other things to say about the girls in the room. I gave the girls a hint of what was coming by stripping Brittany out of her clothes and making her come a couple of times. I sat on the couch smiling at waking up to a room full of women. It was a long time before I got into the bathroom, but I did not mind. I heard the front door open and turned in the direction of the sound. My mother walked in wearing a blue summer dress. I had the distinct impression that except for heels and a ribbon in her hair, it was the only thing she was wearing. She walked to stand between my feet. She pulled a strap down her shoulder. Her eyes touched mine before she took down the other strap. The dress slid down her body to pool at her feet. She step out of the water and leaned down to kiss me. I was right--the dress maneuver left her wearing only heels and the ribbon in her hair. She pulled me up by my hands, let one go, turned around, and walked towards my bedroom. I stared at the curve of her hips and ass. I put my free hand on her ass and moved it so my fingers could slide up and down the valley of her cheeks. She stopped at the door, dropped her head back, and spread her legs. I brushed her anus but kept moving past to dip a finger in her pussy. She gripped me tightly, welcoming me with a surge of wetness. Electricity moved from her body to mine, traveling from her straight to my dick. Our connection energized me. I hardened and when her hand moved to grasp me she gasped at the feel of it. I pulled the ribbon out of her hair to set it free. I pushed her towards my bed. She went willingly and turned so she could lie on her back. I stripped naked as she grabbed her knees and brought them to her chest. She looked at my hard cock hungrily. I sprawled on top of her. My dick found her opening without any help. I slid deeper into her as I put more and more of my weight on her until she hitched her legs over my shoulders, opening her pussy completely to me. My mother's hands dropped to the bed, and her upper body arched as I pulled back and fucked her. "Yes, baby!" she whispered, looking at me with the hunger of seven months. "Give it all to me!" I pulled back and pounded into her, but it did not feel right. She was too comfortable. I pulled her legs from my shoulders and pushed them against her body. I pulled back and fucked into her as hard as I could. She whimpered as my cock spread her pussy. I pulled out and fucked into her unremittingly; I was unwilling to think about her. The anger and frustration had found a vehicle out of my body as they had after the first time with Rachel. I pulled out and what Erica had done added strength to the strokes into my mother. "David!" she screamed as the power of my strokes affected her body. It felt right. I was the anger and frustration; there was not enough room inside me for anything else. I pounded in and out of my mother with no thought to her or myself. The first 'other' thing I felt was my mother's impossibly tight grip on my dick. I powered through her orgasm as if it had no hold on me. My mother's third orgasm brought the wall down. She fought her legs away from my grip to wrap them around me. I buried my face in her shoulder and put my teeth on her skin. She cried out in pain as I bit her. The taste of blood was sour but sweet on my soul. I returned to my body. It had been waiting; the dam burst. I came. I pulled back as my eyes focused. I felt the pleasure of my mother's pussy surrounding me, milking me through her pain, and needing another shot to warm her depths. I gave it to her as I buried my face into her neck, not to bite her but to lose myself in her smell. She whispered words of comfort as I lay on top of her. She lay on her stomach beside me a half-hour later. She was stroking my hair while I stroked her back. She moved her ass as if she hoped I would be putting my dick in there tonight. I arranged the sexual order of things in my mind to make sure I got my dick in there sooner rather than later. "I'm really sorry, David," she said looking at me. She took her hand from my hair and touched my face. Everyone had been saying those words to me so I was not surprised to hear them. "Are you?" I asked. Coming from her, it was hard to believe it. "I'm sorry that you're hurting," she replied quietly. "You belong to us, to me. So you're right, I'm not sorry she was too young to see what the two of you could have been." My mother was the first one to make the distinction. I turned over and looked at the ceiling. She sat up next to me and put a hand on my chest so I would look at her. "You belong to us," she said. "No matter how long Erica and you lasted, we would have waited." I nodded; I had not lied to myself. Erica and I would not have lasted long enough for the family to replace me. "I knew," she said, staring into my eyes, "Since the first day in the shower. Do you remember?" I nodded; my dick hardened at the memory of her eyes on me. She took my dick in her hands and stroked it. "I wanted him out of the bathroom and apartment so badly, but nothing like I wanted to be on my knees drinking everything you could give me. To have you drag me to your bed and fuck me." She looked at me; her eyes had tears in them. "I'd only felt like that with my father. I knew you were the one when I felt like that again!" I nodded before asking, "What about my father?" "I ran away with my Erica," she replied, not meeting my eyes. "Did it last as long?" I asked. "It lasted less time, baby, but long enough to bring you into this world." She got between my legs and ran her nails along my thighs. "Did you want me?" she asked meeting my eyes. I nodded. "For how long after the shower?" she asked. Her hands moved up to my balls and hard dick. I did not answer. "Until Rachel's yellow bikini," she said with an arched eyebrow. I smiled. "She told me about your yellow bikini fuck," she said with a wicked smile. I stayed quiet and just looked at her. "That's one fantasy," she said, taking my dick in her hand and stroking me up and down. "How about your shower fantasy?" She squeezed my dick as it flexed in her hand. I excreted a large drop of pre-cum as the thought of the first time in the shower threw me into the past. She smiled and brought her mouth to the tip of my dick. She took the head into her mouth and licked the drop from my dick. "I'll take that as a yes," she said. She got up from the bed and pulled me up by my dick. She led me into the bathroom. She spent the weekend being what I needed. She sucked me off twice (in a row) in the shower to fulfill our earliest fantasy. After that we took a nap to get up for a late night diner run. When we got back, I bent her over the arm of the sofa on our porch and took her ass. Both sets of twins were gone, and Rachel asked Brittany to keep everyone away for the weekend. By the time my mother left Monday morning, I was too well fucked for thoughts of Erica to swamp me. I knew eventually I would have had to return to the fold. What did it matter if it happened sooner than expected? The fold was a great place to be considering the weekend with my mother. At least, that is what I told myself, and most of the time it kept thoughts of Erica away. It did not work well on Tuesday afternoon. Brittany handed me the phone and said it was Erica. I talked to her and through her many apologies agreed to meet her Thursday night for dinner. "Have you been keeping her away from me?" I asked Brittany and the Lee twins, who were studying in the living room. They nodded brazenly. "Hmm!" I had found it strange Erica did try to talk to me. "What changed?" The Lees nodded toward Brittany. She gave me an innocent look that whispered she knew a lot more than she let on about the past weekend. The phone rang again, and Brittany picked it up. She nodded to the Lees. The twins got up and dragged me out of the room. When I asked what was going on, they whispered "Marelin." We had a nice visit in my bedroom until Brittany came in excited. The girls sat down to discuss their plans for Marelin. I interrupted to ask if I was going to have anything to do with it since she was supposed to be my toy. "You're too nice to enjoy her properly," Joanne said. "This requires a woman's imagination," Stephanie added arrogantly. Brittany removed her bra from under the sweatshirt she had on and tossed it to the ground. She opened my legs and sat between them facing the twins. She grabbed one of my hands and put it inside her sweatpants and panties. She grabbed my other hand and shoved it into her sweatshirt. "Play with those," she told me, bringing her knees up to give me free access to her pussy. "But keep quiet I want to listen to them." I was slightly offended but after the twins' first suggestion I buried two fingers in Brittany to give her physical stimulation to go with the vision. Originally, I thought other women were brought into the established foursome for the benefit of the Smith twins. The truth was probably closer to the Smith twins needing a protective buffer from the vivid imagination of their girlfriends. They would have had Brittany wriggling on the bed just from the description of the acts they thought I should perform on Marelin. Brittany had to bite her lip to keep quiet through two orgasms. After the first one, I figured out the girls were actually doing some heavy flirting from the way the twins were rubbing their thighs together. I gave them a couple of 'inadvertent' flashes of Brittany's nipples to up the ante. When they changed over to a moving-picture description of what they planned to do to Marelin when I let them borrow her, Brittany crashed through her second orgasm. The Lee twins fled the room to find their men. Brittany did not even get up to close the door. She tore the sweatpants down her legs, maneuvered my pants to my knees, climbed on, reached between her legs to stand my dick up, and tried to impale herself in one stroke. It did not work because of her long period of abstinence, her natural tightness, and my size. She got about a quarter of the way down before she could go no further. She was nearly mad with lust. She pushed down hard and drove herself, almost by will alone, to the halfway point. She growled at her body's stubbornness. She fucked up and down my dick with what depth she could get. I reached down and spread her asscheeks. She leaned her upper body forward, cocked her hips, and slammed past her body's tightness to seat me deep inside. She screamed and from somewhere in the house a twin set of screams joined her in release. It was a long, loud night. ------- Chapter 9B: Erica Brittany insisted on dropping me off at the restaurant. I knew what she was trying to do; the same thing her sorority sisters made sure I understood since a little bird told them about the meeting with Erica. Make sure I understood the benefits of remaining significant-other-free. Erica hugged me at door; I turned away from the kiss. I kissed her cheek, put my hand at the small of her back, and guided her inside. They sat us in the back, away from other people. "David, you have to believe me. I'm really, really sorry!" Erica said. The faucets in her eyes opened fully. Her explanations and apologies did not matter. It felt like she cheated on someone else. I acknowledged what I had witnessed, but our estrangement was complete. I heard every word she said but only as the friend Erica's mother wanted for her. "Say something!" she hissed after she ran out of excuses. "We're done, Erica," I said, putting the fork down carefully. "Then why did you come?!?" "We were friends. I can still be your friend. A friend would listen," I replied. I chose not to mention her mother's willingness to pay for my time. She sat stunned for a minute before her natural feminine arrogance reasserted itself. "What do I have to do to get you back?" she asked fervently, but in her eyes was the assurance that it would only be a matter of time. "We're through." "Are you back with the cow?" she asked angrily, trying to push her guilt on me. "I used to think I was with Brittany--with other women, until I was WITH you." "The fucking cow drools over you, even when I was in the same room! She can't hide that she wants you," she said jealously. "Brittany has told herself she's mine as many times as you told me the same thing." Erica sat back when the insult hit her. "You're fucking her again!" "Brittany is honest and loyal," I explained, knowing she hated the calm in my voice. "Until you, I didn't understand how attractive those traits are in a woman I'm with. Thank you." "Fuck you and your cow!" she spat. I picked up the fork and continued eating. "David, please don't do this?" she begged. I put the fork down and looked at her again. "I can be your friend, Erica," I said with emphasis, "But if you can't give my family and friends the respect they deserve, this is the last time we need to speak to each other." A part of me hoped she would throw it in my face so I could stop living in who I had been with her. She stared at me. We finished our meal in silence. During our desserts and coffee, she pretended I had forgiven her. Pretended we were back together. We had the same conversations which used to fill our time together. It almost made me smile. She offered me a ride home after I paid the check. There was no reason to refuse--it really was over. She parked in the driveway and grabbed my arm when I opened the door. She pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back. She tried to kiss me, but I had been waiting for it. I put two fingers on her lips and stopped her. I looked into her eyes before speaking. "Never again," I said before I pulled out of the hug, got out of the car, and closed the door behind me. She stared at me through the windshield. I suspected a part of her finally believed I meant it. I stepped in front of her car as she pulled out. I waved goodbye, and it was for more than just the night. I walked into our backyard and looked up at the full moon. I always used the backdoor; I liked to spend a few minutes in the yard looking around. As houses went, we were fairly isolated because of the nearby hospital and woods. The light from the moon bathed my face with the coolness of the evening air. I heard them come up behind me, the Coven bringing Erica's sacrifice. Two of the sorority sisters had separated themselves from the others that week. I was sure I would get around to the other three, and eventually any sorority sister who was available. However, I thought of Brittany and the two sisters as a Coven. I doubted Brittany allowed any questions about who was their High Priestess (maybe it was Head Witch or Bitch). "David," Brittany said. "She's here." I turned to see Marelin standing between the two sisters, Julie and Tawny. Brittany let her Coven sisters know enough details to be useful. The moon outlined the similarities between mother and daughter: the same green eyes and straight black hair down to the middle of their backs. Both were around five foot three inches tall, slim with high breasts. They had great asses and flat tummies. The mother was heavier and a touch wider, but I could see Erica's future in her. "David!" Marelin pleaded. "Please don't make me do this." "You don't have to," I said, turning around. "Go home, Marelin." "What?" Brittany exclaimed before walking around to look at me. "You can't let her go! We had a deal!" "They don't matter anymore," I said, closing my eyes and turning my face to the moon. "Marelin never did, and her daughter chose not to be a part of... They don't matter." Julie and Tawny walked around to stand in front of me. "I'll be your daughter's friend Marelin--whether you stay or go." I smiled at the moon; for a second, I thought it might have smiled back. "I don't believe you," Marelin said. I did not have to look to know the Coven was smiling. I shook my head and turned to walk into the house. At the door, I looked back at the women in the yard. "If you come inside, Marelin, you have to live by the deal you cut with Brittany and the Lees." I waited in my room for the predictable outcome. Like daughter, the guilt of betrayal could not compete with what Marelin wanted at the moment. Brittany led them in; Tawny closed and leaned again the door. Brittany sat on the arm of my recliner and pointed to where she wanted Marelin to stand. "Ladies," I said to Julie and Tawny. "Marelin needs some warming up." I wanted to see if the girls could really fit into my life. They stalked towards Marelin and tackled her onto the bed. Julie silenced any protests by putting Marelin in a lip lock and pinning her arms while Tawny attacked Marelin's clothing. Brittany got up and walked to the door. "Where are you going?" I asked without looking away from the wrestling match. "The girls have things in hand here," she answered. "When my playtime with Marelin comes, I'd like us to be alone. I think Marelin would prefer that too... or at least she should." I nodded. "Don't fuck Julie and Tawny though," she said looking at her sisters. Both girls stopped to stare angrily at her. "I'll be waiting at the house," Brittany said, smiling sexily. "I want to go over the details of being David's sex mate. It involves rolling around naked on my bed, so don't keep me waiting too long." Marelin was completely naked by the time Brittany closed the door. I guess the girls had somewhere else to be. Julie attacked Marelin's nipples with tongue and mouth. Tawny split Marelin's legs and pushed them towards her chest. She dove in tongue-first; Marelin's cry hinted that Tawny had gone right for her clit. The girls traded places after Marelin's first orgasm. Marelin fought the offer to taste her pussy on Tawny's lips. Apparently, red-headed Tawny had been told something about me. She looked at me, grabbed two handfuls of Marelin's hair, and forcedly kissed her victim. Marelin continued to struggle until the effects of Julie's talented tongue took hold. I assumed Julie had to be talented because as soon Julie touched Marelin, the protests withered and Marelin's mouth opened wide to accept anything Tawny wanted to stuff in it. Marelin was actively kissing back by the time Julie's tongue got her to the top of the ride. Julie and Tawny stepped away from the bed when Marelin came down from her second orgasm. The girls looked at me, smiled, and kissed/licked each other clean of Marelin's pleasure. They waved innocently before walking out. I got up and stripped. Marelin watched me behind half-closed eyes. The girls were a good preview, but she had heard too much from behind Erica's closed door. Marelin wanted me and had been compelled to come into the house. I smiled as I turned her so her legs were off the bed. I brought her legs up and grabbed her thighs. I pulled until her ass was at the edge of the bed. Marelin's eyes were glued to my dick. "You can still leave," I teased. She reached between her legs for my dick. Her hand squeezed, released, reached farther down to the base, and squeezed again. She pulled me towards her and arched when I touched her. I pushed a few inches into her pussy. "Oh, God! Thank you!" she whispered, letting go of my dick. I pulled back and penetrated into her steadily. She arched violently, grunting when I hit bottom. I pushed her legs down to spread her pussy. Her eyes glazed as I pulled back and claimed all of her depth. There was still some residual anger and frustration, which Erica's mother suffered for. She did not complain though. ------- Brittany threw a 'David is a Free Man' party at her sorority on Saturday. It was a fairly shallow excuse to party and have the orgy she wanted with her Coven, but I was not going to argue about being the focus of a sorority house party. It was fantastic, with good reason considering the three to one female:male ratio. None of the guys felt an effort to even the odds was necessary though. The Coven staked a claim on me, which made the other sisters keep their distance. The girls insisted on being referred by my pet name after I told Brittany about it and she tattled. I did not mind the exclusivity since I had almost a full set of the blonde (Julie), redhead (Tawny), brunette, and a raven-haired bitch (Brittany) to keep the other three in line. I was missing the brunette so I kept my eyes opened for a good candidate. Brittany asked why I was studying certain sisters. I was so distracted I revealed what I was thinking without filtering it. An annoying effect of what I called Brittany's 'Rachel lessons' was that at times I reacted to her like I might have with Rachel. Not filtering when distracted was one of those reactions. Brittany laughed and told the other Coven witches what I wanted (I would have chosen 'searching for', but Brittany specifically used 'David wants a cute little brunette to finish out his set.'). The girls found vast amusement in pointing out possible candidates, making me deal with their matchmaking attempts for the rest of the party. At some point, the others sisters figured out what was going on, and the brunettes walked forward to make sure I got a good look. I even heard whispers from a few sisters asking if a bottle brunette was acceptable. The only real possibility was a little angel with a proportionally feminine body and a wild (WILD!) look in her eyes. I had a good conversation going with her by the bathroom door when the Lees swooped down and snatched her out of my jaws. Sean and Patrick unsympathetically shrugged at my bad luck while Stephanie stuck her tongue out at me. Brittany laughed at the look on my face and decided enough was enough. She collected the Coven and enlisted their help in convincing me to take the party to my bedroom. It was not a difficult task: Julie got me in a corner, shoved her hands in my jeans, and whispered she was dying to know what my cum tasted like. It was a long walk home, but for Julie's health I hurried. The phone was ringing when we got there and Brittany rushed to pick it up. "He's busy right now. Call back in, ohhh... about four hours," she said sweetly and hung up. "Erica wants you to call her, but it can wait," she said, walking into my bedroom. "You can call her tomorrow!" Tawny exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around me to pull down my zipper. I thought about calling Erica back, but my cock threw down a hard veto. While Tawny dragged my clothes off, I had a perfect view to my bed where Brittany was busy throwing her clothes off. Julie knelt in front of me and took me as deep as she could in one swallow. She wrapped her hands around my dick and suckled the head. Tawny managed to get me naked and moved on to Julie's clothes. I was grateful for Tawny's thoughtfulness when she took me in her mouth so my dick did not feel lonely while she pulled Julie's top over her head. Julie took over cock-sucking duties again as soon as she was naked. Tawny walked backwards into my bedroom tossing her clothing aside. Brittany pulled her down onto my bed. I stood Julie up, which she protested a little about. I turned her around and gave her a quick spank to stop her whining. She turned her head and gave me a rebellious smile before letting me guide her to the bed. Brittany had positioned her head between Tawny's thighs. I liked the idea so I turned Julie around and lay her down beside Tawny. Julie squealed happily and spread her legs. Julie tasted exactly like one would expect a pretty, blonde co-ed with washed-out green eyes to. Those eyes made her the kind of girl guys felt comfortable being around. She always dressed like the mental image of the average co-ed who just rolled out of bed: school shorts, a t-shirt, flip-flops, and a baseball cap with her hair flowing out of the hole in back. Julie was athletically thick from playing in the intra-mural soccer leagues, the kind of body which would make her fight an uphill battle to keep from being chubby later in life. The difference between Julie and the thousands of girls at school was that she revved up faster, higher, and could redline for much longer. Julie was definitely high-performance; she had the sexual power of an Indy car and required a driver who could take her to the finish line in first place. As a member of the Coven, she had three such drivers. I licked her clit for a couple of minutes, making her taste get stronger and stronger. When I sucked her clit, she grabbed my hair and pulled in reaction to her orgasm. I felt the difference between her and the other co-eds when the orgasm ended; Julie was barely out of first. I had plans for the night, which went out the window when Julie's body challenged me to floor it. I moved up, trapping her legs with my arms and pushing them down to her chest. She squealed in happiness again when she felt my dick touching her pussy lips. Her pussy caressed me in welcome. I only got halfway in before her body stopped my passage. I stroked slowly working the engine until I was completely inside Julie. "Please wait!" she whispered as I reached the deepest stroke her body allowed. I looked at her, wondering why she idled when it felt like she wanted to let it go. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and rolled her hips. She shuddered from the power of her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed me in an undulating motion from deep inside to her entry point and back again. "Gaaah!" she grunted as her head came up to look at our joining. She fell back on the bed and rolled her hips to force me deeper. "Now, please! Hard!" Third! I did not need any more encouragement; I pulled back and plunged into her. She arched her pussy to meet my next thrust. Julie's body did not lack for lubrication, giving me the perfect environment to piston in and out of her pussy. Her third orgasm pushed me over. I let go of her legs and dropped on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my hair. Fourth! She ground into my groin as our tongues wrestled in her mouth. She broke the kiss when I hardened at the brink of orgasm; I pulled out as far as her legs would let me and fucked Julie as solidly as I could. She took the stroke and accepted my cum deep in her womb. She squeezed me with her legs, grinding her hips wildly when the second shot of cum set her off. After we turned for a pit stop, Brittany and Tawny clapped at our performance. Julie blushed; I smiled at her embarrassment. A couple of minutes before, her body had not cared about an audience; regardless of what Julie had under the hood, she was still a fairly typical co-ed. I lay down next to Julie and smiled at the girls. It had been a pleasurable ride, and I wanted to bask in the 'being' with three naked women. Tawny had other ideas; she made her nature known by grabbing Brittany's hair and pushing her friend's face between Julie's thighs. Both girls were between us so it gave me time to notice that Tawny prowled. Her eyes locked on her target, my semi-hard wet dick, and she crawled around the girls to get what she wanted. Tawny licked me like a kitten getting its first taste of milk. She licked me again and sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. She suckled the head like Julie had, but she did it with a purr. She licked me clean with long strokes of her tongue, taking intermittent breaks to see if she could suck more milk out of my dick. Long past being clean, Tawny kept licking as if it brought her pleasure to use her tongue. She purred constantly, or at least that was the best word I could use to describe the vibration of pleasure coming from her throat. Tawny was nothing more than a five foot, curly red-haired, blue-eyed, tight, tight, tight kitten. She was on the dance team, which made her the sister Brittany spent the most time with. She was a fanatical gym rat and muscle lines were evident all over her body. My favorite was her stomach, when she moved I could see the muscles underneath. I came to think of her as the kitten Brittany brought me to help in my post-Erica time. Tawny tired of just licking me and sucked me in and out of her mouth. She toke me as deep as she could and purred. It felt like she had placed a vibrator against my dick. I had been on my way to hardening from her licking, but the purr got me the rest of the way. Tawny's eyes gleamed as she crawled up my body. She bit my chin and reached between her legs. The tip of my dick touched her pussy, and Tawny sat down. It was like trying to fuck a closed fist; only my head made it into her before all inward motion stopped. Because I was familiar with the grunt of frustration, I reached around and grabbed her ass to prevent her from doing something stupid. I moved her up and down the couple of inches her body was willing to accommodate. She growled and pushed down hard. I pulled her completely off and sat her on my stomach. Her eyes blazed; using her hair, I pulled her face down and stared into her eyes. Tawny was cowed immediately and licked my lips to apologize. I moved her back to my dick and pushed into her. She moaned when I worked it halfway into her. It was enough to give her the feeling of being fucked so I lifted her to the end of my dick and moved my hips up to fuck her. "Oh, damn!" she exclaimed. Her face was expressive, and she liked to make her hair move as I fucked in and out of her. She put her hands on my chest and leaned back to change the angle of my penetration. I moved in and out of her, watching her face going through the different expressions having my dick in her caused. Tawny's orgasm was a thing of grace and beauty. Her body colored to a rosy pink, she bit her lower lip, leaned her head to the right, and gasped midway through the pleasure. She collapsed on top of me and vibrated against my chest as the aftershock hit her. I felt a hand on my ball sack; I was pulled out of the very warm Tawny. A tongue licked me clean, which I did not see point to since I was just going to be get dirty again rolling around with Tawny some more. I decided against saying anything though. A couple of minutes later, I was placed back at Tawny's entrance. She pushed down and was able to control the stroking without much resistance from her pussy. She was still tight so she could not flow smoothly up and down my dick, but Tawny seemed to enjoy the tug-of-fuck her pussy was playing with my dick. The tongue on my balls made me wonder if I was in heaven. As soon as Tawny came, she was pushed off and maneuvered up my body. It put her nipples by my mouth so I sucked and licked them. Julie and Brittany put their lips on my cock and stroked up and down. I sucked Tawny's nipples and dug my fingers into her ass. The girls got the message that I was enjoying their treatment so they added tongues to the mix. My dick was being licked from nearly every angle and could not decide which tongue to pay attention to. The grand finale came when one girl took my dick into her mouth while the other girl licked/sucked my testicles. I pushed Tawny down, forcing the girls aside. Tawny gasped when I fucked into her, but her pussy was ready to let me have my way. She dug her nails into my check and threw her hair back as I pushed aside any remaining resistance to make her completely mine. The last part with one girl sucking my dick and the other licking my balls had pushed me to close the edge "Oh My God! He gets bigger!" Tawny cried as I shoved into the deepest part of her and released. I pulled back and pushed in again to set more semen free inside of her. Tawny lay down on top of me and convulsed from the effects of her orgasm. The girls pulled my dick out of Tawny and spread her legs so we could receive our complementary cleanup. I was content and ready to fall asleep until Tawny was pushed aside. Brittany crawled up my body and looked at me. "My turn, baby," she said sweetly. ------- On Monday, Erica wanted to meet me for lunch. We had a class in the same building, making the student center convenient. Brittany called Marelin to give her the good news and the time she would be expected. Erica and I sat away from everyone else. I got the feeling she was going to try to lump some or all of the responsibility for her choices on me. She waited until we were done eating, for which I was grateful since there were even less people around by that time. She wanted me to start, but I had said what I needed to. "Are we going to try to get back together?" she asked forlornly. "I'm not getting get back together with you." "David, I made a mistake! Why can't you forgive me?" she pleaded. Her eyes teared up with the emotion of her words. "You made a choice Erica, not a mistake." "I wasn't thinking! I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry for. You got a better offer. Believe me, I understand." "Why are you being like this?" she asked; the tears flowed freely. I put my elbows on the table and rubbed my temples. "Erica, you were the one who wanted the words 'just you and me' between us." I said. "Yet, you wouldn't have chosen to tell me about him." "I would've told you! I was already feeling guilty about it!" "Did you feel guilty before or during? It couldn't have been after, because you certainly didn't look guilty kissing him on your porch." She sat straight up. Her eyes looked like they did when she talked about other ex-boyfriends. I took a deep breath. "I apologize for that, Erica. It's over, but I'm not over it yet," I said looking away. "I lived up to the words you put between us before you asked for them. You said them so the rules were understood... so you could trust me is what you told me. He is not you; he is not me; and he is not the words you wanted. If it isn't 'just you and me' anymore, there is no 'you and me'." "It was a mistake, David. It will never happen again." Her eyes pleaded with me, but I shook my head. Erica had not understood. "Are you still fucking him?" She backed the chair up and looked shell-shocked. It was all the answer I needed. "So 'Forgive me, let's get back together.' is bullshit, right? If I said 'I want you back, Erica.' and meant it; you'd have to say 'Hold on, I gotta call the guy I'm fucking.' Or would you?" "What kind of fucking slut do you think I am?" she asked angrily, looking like she was the wrong word away from slapping me. "I've heard the truth from your mouth, Erica. I've also been the one you were fucking," I said, reminding her of the beginnings of our relationship. Using her confessions hurt her. "If that's what you think of me, why did you go out with me?" "I told you why outside your house." "How could you say those words to me and hurt me like this?" she asked. The tears made another appearance. I mulled over her question. "You're right." I said finally. "I'm sorry." "What?" "I was wrong." "I don't understand," she said warily. "I never considered how much this would hurt you. If I had, I wouldn't have chosen to make more than a friendship out of us," I told her. It was the worst thing I could have said. Her head reared back, but her heart could not decide between insult and injury. I waited to see which would win; I had forgotten how much I enjoyed looking at her. "Are you fucking your cow?" she asked when the anger won out. "If you call Brittany that again, the last thing you will hear me say is 'Have a good life, Erica.'" "I can't believe you're doing this to me," she said, openly crying. "Erica, everybody knew how this would end: my family, your mother, my friends, and even your friends if they were willing to be honest with you. I knew this conversation would happen eventually. Maybe you need to ask why the end was so predictable." She sat looking at me with pain in her eyes. It hurt me, but she made her choice. "I'm still your friend, Erica," I told her. "You can call me or ask me to see you anytime. I will never approach you, but I will always have time if you need it." She cried and I let her. "So tell me about him, you looked happy," I said when the tears stopped. Marelin arrived on time. The girls walked her into my room. I pointed towards the bed where Brittany had laid out the wrapping. Marelin's eyes opened widely as she saw what I planned for her to wear. "Prepare her." They stripped her; she struggled, but the Coven was young, strong, and had her outnumbered. She was dragged screaming through the house. I knew the exact moment when one of the girls had enough of the noise and shoved fingers up her pussy; Marelin's screams of protest became moans of need. I smiled and went over my lunchtime conversation with Erica. She still did not understand; she had crossed the line. She would understand it eventually, but until then, she only comprehended that her apologies and show of remorse worked with other men. The girls sat Marelin on the bed for the hair brushing and makeup session. Tawny took it upon herself to keep the protests to a minimum by occasionally playing with Marelin's clit. Julie was assigned to keep me busy for the last part so she straddled me and made out with me so I would not watch my Latin Barbie Doll being dressed. When Brittany coughed, Julie got out of the way. They had pulled her hair back into a harsh ponytail. Her makeup was done in severe lines to accentuate the outfit. She was wearing four-inch heels, and it looked like they had poured the leather teddy onto her. From the leather collar at her neck, there were six leather strips that ran down her body, two in front and back went towards her arm pits, one ran down the front of her body, and last one going down the middle of her back. The four that ran to her armpits became a strip of leather on each side down to her hips. Five sets of leather bands crisscrossed in front and back between the strips at her sides; one of the bands hid her nipples. At her hips, the two strips became four again which ran down her front and ass to converge into one piece covering her pussy. She also wore leather wristbands with iron rings in them. Marelin stood proudly, waiting for my approval. "There are O-rings on the wall in the twins' room," I said with no emotion in my voice or on face. "Tie her to them." "NO!" Marelin screamed, realizing she had been gift-wrapped for someone else. Tawny pulled Marelin's hair back savagely, cutting off anything else she might have said. The girls dragged her out of my room. They came back in whispering to each other. "She soaked the leather by the time we got her tied to the wall," Julie said laughing. "Marelin is going to have a lot of fun tonight." Brittany said. There was something in her voice, a wistfulness, which annoyed me. "Would you like to join her?" I asked quietly. It came from below her hip; the slap nailed me. It turned my head, and I stayed facing that direction. I bit my lip until the taste of blood came. The girls made no sound, and I did not look at them. I closed my eyes and drowned in the frustration of wanting to... Brittany sniffed before they walked out. ------- The girls did not come back for the rest of the week and neither did any of the sorority sisters who usually hung out at the house. The difference was so startling even the twins noticed by Friday afternoon. "Where the girls at?" they asked in the living room. The Lee twins gave their men a look and shook their heads slightly. "Anyway, David... Rachel wanted to talk to you alone tonight so we won't be going," Stephanie said to stop any answer or further questions. I nodded and walked into my room to wait for Rachel to pick me up. I hoped she was not going to talk about Brittany and the Coven, whom the Lee twins had probably been happy to gossip about. According to Sean and Patrick, I was the favorite topic of conversation between their mother and girlfriends. I doubted I would be able to avoid the conversation about the Coven so I thought about what I could say. She looked good; so very good I gave up on any excuses. "Yes, Rachel, I was a dick. Would you like me to apologize now or later to Brittany?" I thought it sounded good so I practiced it a few times as I followed Rachel's gently swaying ass into the restaurant. The looks she was getting from the men annoyed the fuck out of me. She did not say anything until our food arrived. She talked, but she was not talking to me, just speaking in my presence. I let it go for a while until I got even more annoyed at that then the men staring at her. Brittany had to have told her what happened so if it was not in the forefront of her mind, there must have been something serious going on. "What's wrong, Rachel?" "I'm sorry, baby," she said, noticing what she had been doing. She looked down at her plate in a way that told me what she wanted me to do. Push. "Tell me what's wrong, or I'm calling everyone to find out," I told her. The threat was not necessary, but I put it in for good effect. I figured she only needed me to listen to her while she sorted things out. She told me what was going on at Smith Holdings. Taylor, Michael's ex-wife, had banded together with most of the top non-family executives. Three of Taylor's ex-lovers were spearheading a wedge to separate management from employees. A few companies experienced some unexplained losses, like two critical bids going to lesser competitors. My mother, Rachel, and Michael were quietly trying to find the connections to roll heads. Michael was afraid of what would happen if he fired his ex-wife's lovers without due cause. He believed the other executives were only revolting because of the stagnation Smith Holdings suffered under his tenure. As a side venture, the three idiots were pushing Rachel to choose one of them as a mate in order to save the parent company. The problems had been in the works for years, but Taylor's bitterness was the vehicle the men were driving to steer control of Smith Holdings into their hands. I listened to Rachel the rest of the night, pulling detail after detail from her and helping her consider what she could do to strengthen her position. She owned Smith Holdings, but no one wanted the repercussions of setting a bull loose in a china shop. She pulled me back for a kiss when I was getting out of her car. She let our July and August slip into the kiss, even if it was no more than a touch it told me how unsure she was about things. Smith Holdings would not be lost to her and the twins, but a power struggle on top of a long period of economic staleness could leave them in an unfavorable position. "The Formal is next Saturday, right?" I asked when she let go of me. "Of course, it's a Smith tradition," she replied. There was a question in her voice which I could not answer yet. The Smith Formal was a company executive get-together at the Smith Mansion. All middle and upper company managers were invited and flown in if necessary. "Invite the Coven," I instructed. I stood in front of the refrigerator thinking about Brittany, Julie, and Tawny. I had stopped thinking of them as anything but the Coven since Julie and Tawny separated themselves from the other sisters. I considered the others girls in the sorority an adjunct to the Coven. They hung around the house, or at least they had before I had taken out my anger on Brittany, and there was plenty of heavy flirting but none seemed as real as the three who cushioned my fall. I picked up the phone and called the sorority house. I recognized the voice that answered but could not put a face to it. "May I speak to Brittany?" I asked politely. I heard the intake of breath and smiled thinking about the sorority rumor mill. "Hello," Brittany said a couple of minutes later. I looked at the phone for a second, I had missed her voice. "I'd like to talk to you and the girls," I said softly. "You first though." ------- Chapter 9C: Erica Everyone who mattered in Smith Holdings was at the Formal. They packed the mansion or walked around outside enjoying the beautiful night. I looked around, while sipping from a glass of seltzer water. The people waiting for the big three to make their move could be picked out easily. They kept the path between the three and Rachel clear; they were the real danger. Smith Holdings owned most of its daughter companies outright. If the parent company suffered or went down, most of them would lose their jobs, something significantly worse than working for a profitable, albeit, stagnant company. Ambition could be tolerated, but willful stupidity was unforgivable. I watched and made decisions about their future at Smith Holdings. Taylor wore a tight, black cocktail dress. I noticed she had the exact hair color I was hoping to add to the Coven. Julie met my eyes from across the room and winked. The girls were getting a bit too good at knowing my thoughts. I looked around mansion and sighed. If not for Erica's choice, I would have been oblivious to the attack on my family. I toasted Erica's lover, thanking him for being the better man in her eyes. Brittany had spoken to me as soon as I walked in to confirm everyone involved were present and accounted for. I had kissed her cheek and she touched my face gently. It was the only apology or thanks I was going to give; it was all that she wanted. I turned to look at Michael, who was seething in a corner. His watched the members of the spearhead and Taylor. His eyes shouted to anyone who cared to see that Taylor had crossed an unforgivable line. I walked over to the piano and placed myself between Taylor and Michael, in case the drinks became an excuse for inexcusable actions. My mother and Rachel saw me watching Michael. They moved to stand by me and made small talk. I asked for them to fill in some missing details about the three idiots. Two of them were married, but their wives stood a few steps away from their husbands. It seemed to be what the husbands expected, as they huddled and watched Michael and Rachel. I had plans, but someone else of my blood did too. Her plans were more personal and compelling so I allowed her the floor as soon as she walked in. Marisa was wearing a black dress similar to Taylor's. Our eyes met across the floor; I raised my glass approving of her obvious intentions. My mother and Rachel turned around to see whom I had saluted. They broke out into huge grins and turned towards Michael. I kept looking at my baby sister. She was taller than my mother. Since the last summer, her body had made the transition to womanly curves. At sixteen, Marisa only showed the promise of what she would become, but it was a very beautiful promise. My someday-to-be brother-in-law was a very lucky man. She hesitated in the entryway and looked around. It gave everyone the opportunity to see her for what she was, a changeling girl coming to make a woman's claim on the man whom she believed belonged to her. Her eyes touched Michael and the smile that graced her lips made people turn to see what could make a woman so happy. Michael had his back turned so he did not realize the size of the hurt coming his way. Marisa did not bother to look at who had his attention. She was my sister; I saw the things women liked about me in her when she walked towards him. People got out of her way but turned to watch the results of the imminent collision. Marisa only got halfway to him before Michel stood up and turned around. His eyes touched Marisa's and blazed as bright as hers. He did not consider fighting, running, or even protesting. He knew she had walked him down just like this, step by step, in her imagination many, many times. He might have said 'no' if he were the only one hurt by it, but the pain that word would cause Marisa was not something he could ever be responsible for. She stood toe to toe with him, and I read her lips. "Hello." Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes to find she had gotten up on her toes. She gave him a lingering kiss that said how long she had been waiting for him to claim her. She took the glass of wine out of his hand and sipped from it, looking at him over the rim. She scrunched her nose cutely at the taste. We had seen the look a hundred times, but it was incredibly poignant that night. "Don't you think you should get me a drink?" I read her lips again. She gave him a brave smile; a part of Marisa was still the little girl with a crush. He smiled back with his heart in his eyes. My mother dab tears from hers. Michael moved towards the bar to get my sister something else to drink. Marisa put the glass down and looked at me. She smiled widely and raised an eyebrow. She looked past me and the smile left her face. I reached out and grabbed Taylor's arm as she stalked towards my sister. Taylor spun around and looked ready to unleash her anger, but she noticed the milieu she was in. I signaled my baby sister towards Michael. Marisa bowed her head, picked up the wine glass, and walked to her man. She met him as he turned and ushered him outside. Taylor watched the maneuver and when they disappeared into the night turned to me. My mother and Rachel were looking at me with undisguised surprise, which was Taylor's first clue I had made an irrevocable change in our lives. Everyone in the room who had noticed Taylor's aborted action was stared at us. Taylor took a step back when I let her go, but Julie and Tawny prevented any escape. They grabbed Taylor's arms; she glared at them, but they were looking to me for instructions. "Let go of me!" Taylor hissed and was ignored. I took a sip, waiting for her to realize I was the only one who mattered in her immediate future. Taylor's teeth clicked shut when she met my eyes. "I'd like to make one thing clear, Taylor" I said in a voice even the people near me could barely hear. "Marisa and Michael are off-limits to you." Her chin back came up. She looked ready to retort, but her instincts stopped her. "I will burn you on a stake in front of my house if I think you're responsible for a frown on my baby sister's face." I paused to let her see that I meant it. Marisa claimed Michael and it made him a part of her as far as I was concerned. I would not defend Michael, but I would pile bodies at Marisa's doorstep if necessary. "Take her into the library," I told the Coven. Taylor had not noticed Brittany was standing behind the two girls; Brittany moved around and walked to the library on the first floor. Julie and Tawny turned with Taylor between them and followed. "Wait! Goddamn it!" Taylor exclaimed. The girls stopped and turned their eyes to Taylor. She looked at each of them and said nothing when they started walking again. Taylor had enough survival instincts to know she might not win the fight and losing it publicly would be the worst thing that could happen to her. When the girls entered the library and closed the doors, everyone faced me and waited. I looked at Rachel. We were the same height so our eyes met as equals. Even if they had known everything non-family could know, anyone watching would have thought it was a power struggle. The pack knew though; she was looking for something that Roger had told her to expect. I let her look until she gave me the biggest smile I had seen since the year before Roger's death. She walked past me towards the library. I turned to my right and looked at my mother. She stood up on toes and pulled me down to kiss my cheek. She did not have to look for the thing she had done her best to cultivate. She turned around and followed Rachel into the library. I took a drink of my seltzer and waited for the room to relax. I felt the stir of restlessness, which signaled that everyone in the room thought Rachel and my mother would be handling Taylor. I turned around and looked up at the stairs where I knew they would be. The Smith and the Lee twins were looking at me, waiting. I nodded to Sean and Patrick; they nodded back. I looked at Stephanie and Joanne; they leaned their head to the side. I nodded to the library, their eyes widened in surprise. The Smith twins put a hand on the Lee nearest them and nudged them down the steps. The girls turned to look at them; they received nods of confirmation. They walked confidently to the library with tears wetting their eyes. I let the doors close behind them before panning the room. I made brief eye contact with Esmeralda and looked away. I twitched my head at the library; she walked towards it needing nothing else. I let the tension build for a few minutes before I nodded towards the door without looking at anyone in particular. Half of my female relatives walked into the library. As the last woman closed the doors behind her, Ovaldo led three of my uncles to stand by the doors and look menacing. The curiosity was at a fever pitch, but I let it crash against me again and again without satisfying it. I made eye contact with everyone who decided siding with the triumvirate was a smart move. They understood would only get one chance to rethink their position, if at all; the smart ones took the opportunity to study me and consider what my actions meant to them. I looked at the triumvirates of idiots. They smirked at me, believing it had been staged for their benefit. They communicated clearly that they would not back down. I looked at the wives; they were studied the library doors, the members of my family, and the Smith twins. I smiled at the looks they gave each other and the obvious churning going on behind their eyes. When they finally looked at me, the fear was obvious. They were the first ones to realize what it meant; Rachel had set a wolf pack to guard her lair. If a few of the sheep fell because we were feeling peckish, Rachel was willing to live with the losses. No one else in the room, the three idiots least of all, approached that level of understanding. Michael and Marisa walked back inside, and I met them at the bar. Michael knew something was going on, but Marisa kept guiding the conversation to safe points. The Smith twins joined us, making another buffer. I did not believe Michael would stop me, but he might have insisted on protecting Taylor. I turned to walk to the library and had only take three paces when I heard Michael a step towards me. I stopped and turned back. The twins stepped between Michael and me. He looked at them in surprise; they met his eyes squarely. There was pride in his eyes as they committed themselves to standing against him if necessary. "None of this was your fault, Michael," Sean told him. "Your loyalty is not something we would trade for anything," Patrick said. Michael nodded waiting. "You've taken care of us, and we insist you take the time to take care of yourself," Sean said looking at my sister, who blushed. "You'll be needed to deal with the repercussions, but let's not ruin the moment. Marisa has been waiting for tonight too long for your past to ruin it." Michael turned to look at Marisa. She kissed him gently. I felt sliver of brotherly possessiveness when he kissed her back. He touched her face and turned to look at me. He nodded, and I could have sworn the room gasped. The bright ones moved away from the three idiots, making me take some names of my list. I walked past my uncles into the library. The women were spread around the room; Taylor sat in a love seat with Julie on one side and Tawny on the other. Taylor looked at me nervously but sighed in relief, the roomful of silent women must have discomfited her. I looked as I walked to the chair across from Taylor: five of my aunts, an older first cousin, the Coven, the Lee twins, my mother, and Rachel. I sat down and made a study of our problem; she had honey-brown hair and hazel eyes. Taylor was Julie's height but built like Tawny. She had a fog of emotion covering her eyes, as if the world never ceased to disappoint her. "What am I doing here?" she asked, deciding to charge me instead of waiting for me to strike. I smiled and made as if I were thinking about it. "You've become a problem, Taylor," I said. "When you restricted yourself to making Michael's life hell, it was an annoyance. You've widened the scope of damage you're willing to cause and made some people brave." "I don't know what you're talking about!" "Taylor, I think you're a cunt... and I say that meaning no disrespect to, arguably, my favorite part of a woman's body. I don't think you're a stupid cunt though, so don't bullshit me. If I'm getting involved, it's time to save yourself." "And who the fuck are you?" she asked but looked at Rachel whom she had expected the counter-offensive to come from. I realized the high road was not going to be possible. I had to break Taylor's resistance before she would stop her vendetta against Michael and everything he cared about. I stared at her until she fidgeted under the pressure. I put my left elbow on the chair arm and turned my palm up to Rachel. "Your panties, Rachel," I said. Taylor gasped when Rachel reached under the slits of her blue evening gown. Rachel was businesslike in pulling them down her legs. She deposited her panties in my hand and stared at me, obviously waiting for my next instruction. I brought the panties close to my face and took her scent into me. I looked at Taylor before handing the panties to Brittany, who walked over to Tawny and handed them over. Tawny and Julie pinned Taylor to the love seat. Tawny touched Taylor's lips and nose with Rachel's panties. Taylor fought until Brittany walked around behind her and yanked back on our victim's hair. Taylor shot daggers at me with her eyes, but I noticed the deep breathing was not just from anger and fear. I nodded to Tawny who pressed the panties against Taylor's mouth. She held them there for a minute before handing back to Brittany. Taylor's hated me. "Mother," I said. She came to stand by the arm of my chair. "Take Rachel's clothes off." Taylor gasped again. Rachel's gown hugged her curves and had slits from mid-thigh down to the floor. My mother walked behind Rachel, who leaned forward and pulled her hair out of the way. My mother pulled the zipper down slowly. Rachel stretched her arms akimbo and smiled at Taylor. Rachel made it seem like being stripped by my mother in front of a dozen women occurred every day. My mother allowed the dress to drift down Rachel's body, revealing her naked glory by inches. When the dress was low enough to show Rachel's pubic hair, my mother let it to fall to the floor. Rachel stepped out of the pool and moved closer to my chair. Her lack of shame was understandable. She was glorious, naked in just blue heels by my side she looked... I stared at her racing strip of blonde pubic hair and hardened. I turned to Taylor--she had not missed the possession in my eyes when I looked at Rachel. "Why am I here, Rachel?" I asked. There was a dark tone in my voice, which made every woman in the room look flinch. Rachel clasped her hands behind her back, pushing her chest towards me. Taylor eyes widened at the obvious attempt to placate my annoyance with nearly perfect feminine tools. Rachel sighed, accepting that her ploy had not worked. "I made some mistakes," she said softly. "How?" I asked. "I should have fired those three idiots and quashed Taylor a long time ago," she said with her head down, ashamed. "Why didn't you?" "I didn't want to hurt Michael. He also convinced me firing them would cause problems because of their affairs with Taylor." I nodded accepting it as the truth that could be spoken in front of non-family. "You shouldn't be getting involved yet," Rachel whispered. Taylor looked around and saw that no other woman was surprised by the last part of Rachel's confession. "I am not pleased, Rachel," I said. My jaw tightened as I said the words. Rachel nodded, almost pathetically. I reached out and grabbed her hand. I guided her around to my right side and pulled her over my lap. Taylor's eyes could not have gotten wider without the risk of popping out of her head. The two spanks, one on each of Rachel's cheeks, were symbolic. They were not for the other women in the room, nor for Rachel; Taylor was their intended audience. I patted Rachel's ass, full with two abundant yet tight cheeks for me to palm and mold to the shape of my hand. Rachel had not made a noise during the two harsh contacts of my hand, but she moaned when I touched her pussy. I dipped two fingers into her; she was ready for me. I pulled my fingers out after moistening them with her juices and moved them down to her clit. I smiled at Taylor while using small, firm circles to bring Rachel to orgasm. Rachel convulsed and whimpered. Her liquid covered my fingers and painted the inside of her thighs. I pushed the fingers into her to coat them with her being. I had not planned it, but Brittany did not fail me. I pulled my fingers out of Rachel and stared at them. Most of my hand was covered by moisture with the fingers clearly soaked. I looked around for something to wipe my hand with and ended the search by looking at Brittany. Her eyes were burning at the sight of Rachel naked in the full splendor of her pleasure. Brittany straddled Rachel's legs, reached down to grab my forearm, and pulled my fingers into her mouth. She licked around and between my fingers. She stuck them into her mouth and sucked before on them licking my palm. It took her five noisy minutes to make absolutely sure no part of Rachel flavored my hand. She took a couple of steps back; she took a deep breath to gain control of her labored breathing. I winked at Taylor, which shook her. I looked at Brittany and patted Rachel's ass. I had thought they would be lovers already, but they seemed to enjoy dancing around the edges and fantasizing. I decided I should be the one fantasizing about what they did behind a bedroom door. I took a ass cheek in each hand and spread them to give Brittany an excellent view. "Don't you think Rachel needs cleanup?" I asked Brittany. Rachel stuck her ass out, agreeing with me. Brittany took two steps forward and shoved my hands aside. Brittany pulled Rachel to a better angle, crouched down, and could crouch down. She licked the trails of pleasure that ran down Rachel's inner thighs. The tableau I directed fascinated Taylor; there was a lot to be mesmerized by. Rachel was gorgeous and Brittany just as good looking. Brittany used her teeth on Rachel's asscheeks. Taylor pulled her eyes away to look at me. Realizing she should have been fighting, she tried to get up. Tawny and Julie did not appreciate the distraction. They tightened their grips and gave Taylor looks that promised severe punishment if their viewing pleasure was interrupted again. Rachel covered her mouth to muffle the scream of pleasure. Brittany held on to Rachel's ass and continued licking her new lover's pussy. Brittany tried to stand up when Rachel relaxed but my hand in her hair stopped the motion. The sexual fog made it hard for her to focus on me. "Did I say you were done?" I asked. Brittany shook her head. I pushed up with my legs; Rachel rolled off my lap and onto the floor. She lay down on her back. She raised her knees and waited. "Give her another... for being so beautiful," I said to Brittany. She got on her knees, an action made more enticing by the clinging black dress. She looked even better crawling up Rachel's body until their lips were inches apart. They shared the magic of a first kiss. Brittany pulled away; Rachel touched her face. They kissed again, a promise that it would never end. Rachel lay back, brought her knees up, and offered her body. Brittany kissed Rachel's neck and trailed kisses to her nipples. Brittany suckled and teethed them while Rachel moaned. More kisses led the path down Rachel's tummy. Rachel was a beautiful woman, but in the full blossom of her pleasure she was a sight to behold. Rachel arched her back seconds before her lips opened to release her fulfillment. She screamed; everyone in the mansion must have heard her full-throated expression of pleasure. She collapsed and wriggled sinuously as pleasure diffused into afterglow. Brittany moved up to give Rachel a taste of herself again. Rachel giggled happily and pulled Brittany on top of her so she could put her hands on Brittany's ass. I wondered if either woman realized their closeness would stain the dress and leave Brittany smelling like Rachel. I let them have a few minutes to themselves before continuing. "Mother, a chair for Rachel." Brittany and Rachel split apart, both flashing me a look that promised payback for making them stop. Brittany got up and helped Rachel to her feet. She walked Rachel to the chair my mother had placed to my right. I looked at Rachel after she sat down; she was staring at Taylor with the majesty of a woman who had gotten exactly what she wanted. The look confirmed what I suspected; Rachel wanted me to take a defining step. She had accepted my relationship with Erica nonchalantly; it was the first time I saw that she had been the most threatened by it. Rachel was offering herself up on my terms as the reward for solidifying an allegiance made years before. I put my hand on her thigh and patted it possessively. "Do you understand, Taylor?" I asked. She looked between Rachel and me. She stared at every woman in the room and saw something in their eyes only another woman would understand. She looked at me and shook her head, asking for an explanation to something she could not believe was possible. "You have been operating under some unfortunate misconceptions, Taylor," I said. "Roger left Smith Holdings to his family. A significant estate. But think about Rachel and the twins." I looked at Rachel who smiled back. "None of them has the interest or aptitude necessary to run the family business. The twins could mange but they would not be happy." I looked at the Lees, who were nodding. "Rachel definitely could but..." I shrugged. My eyes moved back to Taylor. "What's a good man to do if he knows he's going to leave his wife and sons too soon?" I asked her. "Include the right people in their inheritance," I said, answering my own question. A grenade would not have shaken Taylor's attention. "You ex-husband, Michael, was chosen because of his loyalty to Roger. A loyalty Roger knew would be transferred to his family when he died." I stroked the inside of Rachel's legs; she uncrossed them to give me access to anything I wanted. I played my fingers through her blonde pubic hair. "Michael is a plodder. A caretaker. The type of fighter who can wait for a rock to make a mistake. He's also very good at seeing tasks through completion, especially when they're tasks with very specific goals." I stroked Rachel's pussylips. I did not want to excite her; I only wanted to touch her. I moved my fingers back to her pubes. "Michael's most important task was simple," I said, "Buy the time necessary for Rachel and her sons' inheritance to come of age." "I have been the future of Smith Holdings since I was six years old." I stopped so Taylor could take the statement in. Disbelief touched her face. Her mouth opened to protest, but Rachel's nod froze the words in her throat. Taylor looked around the room wildly; everyone's eyes confirmed what I said. "Roger chose me for different reasons than Michael. We were meant to complement each other. Michael is the perfect right-hand man and I am..." I could not think of the right word. "A predator," Rachel said, smiling at Taylor like she wanted to feed bits of her to me. "I like that," I said stroking Rachel's pussylips to reward her. "Predators are usually territorial. Roger made sure I would come to see Smith Holdings and his family as mine," I said with the anger I felt at the damage Taylor had tried to do slipping into my voice. "Rachel, did you agree with Roger?" I asked, pinning Taylor's eyes to mine. "No," Rachel replied. "You were six years old, still a baby, I didn't think he could possibly know that you were the one. I begged him to find someone older. To leave his company in firm hands and not to speculation." "When did you change your mind?" "Before your went on vacation to Puerto Rico," she said quietly. "I was treating my sons like my parents treated Rain and me. I already knew you were different, but after our encounter in the kitchen I talked to Michael, your coach and teachers, my sons, and spent hours on the phone with your mother. I still wasn't convinced until I kissed you." Rachel and I looked at each other. "Fourteen years old, kissing your crush, and you could still possess." Rachel bored her eyes into Taylor. "I called Michael to tell him that I understood how Roger knew--predators know predators." Taylor pulled herself out of Rachel's blue eyes to look at me. "Everyone in Roger's family, even Michael, have bound themselves to his choice," I said. "Look who stands in this room." Taylor spent a minute studying every woman in the room. "Seven Smith executives of my blood," I said. "And these are only the women. How many of my uncles were invited to the Smith Formal?" I turned to Esmeralda. "Why are only some of my female relatives here?" I asked her. She stood up straight before answering. "They are family, but we are blood." Taylor looked between us confused. "Explain the difference to Taylor." Taylor's mouth opened wide where Esmeralda's dress dropped to create another pool of cloth on the library floor. Esmerelda removed everything underneath the dress, even her heels, and walked towards me wearing only jewelry. She stood in front of me to undo my belt and trousers. She knelt to take my shoes off. She pulled my pants and underwear down. She folded my underwear and pants carefully before unbuttoning the lower buttons of my shirt. Esmeralda moved to my left side so Taylor could see the hardness caused by watching Brittany on Rachel. She stood my dick straight up out, squeezed, and stroked upwards. I oozed pre-cum, which she licked away. She savored the drop and licked the head of my dick seeking more. Her cheeks hollowed as she took me into her mouth and tried to suck more of the orgasm appetizer out. I sat back and looked at the ceiling. Esmeralda's husband did not question his wife's closeness to her family. She was instrumental in his rapid rise at Smith Holdings; not to mention, she had several wonderful habits, which he realized his life would be empty without. Things like fucking him whenever he wanted, bringing beautiful women, some her own relatives, to fuck him senseless, and there was also her ability to perfectly read what a man needed. She had been waiting, knowing what I would need from her, her complete surrender. The look on her face and her body language told everyone that having this part of me inside her was the fulfillment of her life. Taylor looked at the women of my family again; it was in their eyes and their bodies, if I gave the slightest gesture they would ecstatically join or replace Esmeralda. Esmeralda felt my need for release and only played for a couple of minutes. She took my balls in her left hand and massaged them. She stroked my cock to add to the stimulation her mouth gave me. She used long, loving strokes with plenty of tongue. It was not long before I pushed up. She took me as deep and used her right hand to get me over the top. She swallowed the first load, as was her due, but pulled up to take the second in her mouth. She applied pressure at the base of my dick and pressed up, drawing all I had to give. She stood up and looked at her female relatives. They formed a line, my mother at the end. They each stepped up to Esmeralda and stuck their tongue in her mouth to draw some of me into them. My mother and Esmeralda shared my cum around a passionate kiss. When it ended, Esmelda moved back to original position by the pool of her dress. My mother helped me dress. It was a clear statement between the female wolves and the pack's alpha male. The seed of my body made them mine and made me theirs. Such a statement was unnecessary among the males of the pack, they recognized the potential earlier (or maybe the women needed it to be more than potential). Taylor was stunned, her mind tried to process what we were telling her. I gave her the time to shift the foundation of her existence. Finally, she focused on me. "Your malice, Rachel and Michael's desire not to hurt you, and your involvement with the three idiots have forced me to step forward before my full maturity," I said allowing anger to filter into my eyes. I was Rachel had given Taylor enough rope to drag me in, but it did not absolve Taylor. "I am not ready, Taylor." Her eyes brightened as she took the words the wrong. Her eyes dimmed when I smiled. She set herself for whatever came next. "It takes experience to see the full consequences of action; I do not have that experience. If anything I do to handle the present crisis backfires, I will have no choice but to sweep Smith Holdings clean." I leaned back and took a deep breath. "Esmeralda, will anyone in the family question my decisions?" "Absolutely not," she replied. Her voice promised dire penalties to anyone who considered making that statement a lie. "I have complete control of my blood, and with them, my entire family," I said to Taylor. "It is why I chose them for the positions they fill at Smith Holdings." Taylor's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Yes, Taylor," I sighed. "The decision to bring my family into the Smith fold was mine. Neither Rachel nor Michael gave it a second thought. Each family member I have chosen since Ovaldo and Esmeralda has been..." "Unequivocally accepted," Rachel finished for me. "Unequivocally accepted," I said patting Rachel's thigh. "They gave Rachel and Michael a lot of control over the Smith Holdings but nowhere near what I have." "Stephanie. Joanne," I said. "Will the twins question my involvement or decisions in Smith Holdings?" They moved to stand behind Rachel's chair, one on each side. "You are that aspect of our lives," they said. I wondered if maybe twins practiced the unison thing when they were alone. "Will you, Rachel?" I asked. She opened her legs and moved my hand so she could fuck herself with two of my fingers. Rachel wriggled her hips to make sure I was coated. She pulled my fingers out and sucked them. Taylor did not need anyone to interpret Rachel's actions. "Michael won't allow this!" Taylor said, but she was trying to convince herself. "Where is he, Taylor?" I asked. "More specifically, why isn't he breaking down the door to rescue you?" "You've probably got your slut of a sister keeping him busy!" she spat. The room's color bled away. Rachel put a hand on my right shoulder and squeezed. My mother put her hand on my left shoulder. I intertwined my fingers tightly in my lap and stared at Taylor. She realized her mouth had made it worse. "Do you know the sad part of this is, Taylor?" I asked. Taylor's eyes were fearful as she shook her head. "You love Michael." She shook her head, denying it, but her eyes spoke the truth. "His love could have been yours, completely, if you had accepted one thing," I said with a certain amount of vengeance. "Roger was his father, not in fact, but in deed. He got him out of the hellhole you've never asked Michael about. You asked him to choose between his family and you." I savored the look of pain on her face. "All he wanted was for you not to question how he answered his obligation to Roger. He would have loved you as much as you love him, if you had just let him be the man you fell in love with." It was the same pain that had been in Rachel's eyes when I told her how to treat the twins. They knew what they were doing but could not stop until someone slapped them into facing it. Except Taylor's eyes held a small amount of hope that she had found a way out. "No, Taylor," I said, quashing it beneath the juggernaut she helped make. "You acted against the Smiths; you need to be brought to heel. He's not knocking down the door because he's left dealing with you to me." Her eyes held the defeat I needed to see. "Marisa thinks it's enough if you're exiled so that's her offer," I said. "We buy you a share of a decorating business with an established clientele, somewhere far away from us. Thus you cease to be a part of the Smith landscape." I let her take it in and was happy to see her fighting instinct rise up. It would make what I had in mind for her insult to Marisa possible. "My offer is to make you a wedding present to my slut of a baby sister," I said. Some of the women laughed. "Of course, there has to be something in it for you," I said, unable to contain the smile. "The man you love will treat you with the care and respect worthy of his beloved wife's most treasured possession." The tears flowed freely from her eyes. I got up and straightened my pants. I nodded at Julie and Tawny. They took their legs off Taylor and put a hand under her legs. They pulled the legs up and out. Taylor's black silk panties were exposed. Her eyes expressed the completeness of her defeat when I tore them from her body. "I know it's a tough decision for you. They're great offers, so let me help by arguing for what I want." I stroked her pussylips. Taylor was a passionate woman; she hated big and loved big. The sexual action in the room had made her wet. "Mother," I said and moved aside to create space for her. My mother knelt between Taylor's legs and licked. "Remember, Taylor," I said. Taylor closed her eyes; she need release, physical and emotional. "If you scream, everyone will hear you." "Make her want to be Marisa's," I instructed the other women in the room. They surrounded the couch. Julie and Tawny were relieved of their duties. I looked at Rachel and nodded towards her clothing. The Lee twins moved to help her dress. I waited for all of the non-blood to straighten up before pointing at the door. Julie and Tawny held the doors open widely. Almost everyone outside got a perfect view of Esmeralda replacing my mother between Taylor's legs and the other women kissing my mother to get a taste of the meal I provided. Brittany exited followed by the Lees. Rachel walked up to the threshold and waited for me. She took the arm I offered. Ovaldo and my uncle looked at me. I nodded to the doors and their post. They closed the doors behind me and returned to looking at the room like they were hoping someone would be stupid enough to try. My family was crowded into the farthest corner, waiting for me to give them instructions. The three idiots were halfway up the staircase at the landing formed when the staircase split towards the different wings of the mansion. Marisa and Michael were at the head of my family pack. I walked over, pulled an index card out of my pocket, and handed it to Michael. "I want these people gone within the hour," I said, loud enough for everyone near us to hear. Michael read the list and passed it to Rachel. He looked at her, not for confirmation but for the support a brother needs from his big sister when he has to do something tough. Rachel passed the list to Marisa, who passed it to the Lee twins. The Lee twins looked at me. I nodded towards the Smith twins. They nodded back, handed the note to Michael, and moved to share everything that had happened with their lovers. "We will be sued, David," Michael said carefully. I acknowledged the point before turning towards Marisa. "Make sure the family understands, I want those people's offices and machines tossed. Go over everything even if we have to hire investigators. Contact the lawyers, get a hold of Judge Peterson, and the Federal Prosecutor." "Federal Prosecutor?" Michael asked before Marisa had an opportunity to walk away. "Some of the companies' technical secrets have shown up in strange places, right?" I asked. Michael looked at Rachel who shrugged. "Does anyone have a complete list of the information stolen?" I asked them. Rachel shook their head, but Michael smiled. "We can pin corporate espionage on the three yutzes up there. Considering our government contracts, we need to be sure our country's security has not been compromised." "Ouch!" Michael said before he and Rachel broke out laughing. They turned to look at the triumvirate with pity in their eyes. Marisa looked between the three of us before shrugging and spinning around to give my family their instructions. I looked at the library. "Rachel, take Julie and Tawny back in there! I want Taylor squeezed. She wasn't in charge, but she's smart enough to have figured out more than the three idiots told her. Send my mother out to help Michael clean up this fiasco." Rachel nodded and led the girls back to the library. I could have left them in there, but everyone in the room had to see Rachel take orders from me. "What am I going to do?" Brittany asked me. I pulled the index card I had been writing names on before my sister came in. "Tell the twins, I'm undecided about these people. I want them to form an opinion, and we'll discuss it after the investigations of the idiots' strongest supporters are over," I said. The nastiness in Brittany's smile made Michael snicker. Everyone's eyes followed Brittany and the index card. She walked by the three idiots and smiled at them. The Lee twins pulled the note out of Brittany's hand. They looked at the card and said a couple of words to the Smith twins. Sean and Patrick looked around the room until they located someone. They pointed to a woman in a red dress; the Lee twins eyes rotated like cannon turrets. The entire room realized I had not been talking about the Smith twins when Sean and Patrick went back to trying to outdo each other's lazy playboy imitation until the Lees said another name. The Smiths searched the room and pointed someone else out. I nodded at Michael and headed to the bar. "What can I get you, sir?" the bartender said. He was uncomfortable at the attention we were getting. "Seltzer water." A couple of minutes later, my mother stepped out of the library. Ovaldo followed her as she walked up to Michael, who handed her my list. She nodded a couple of times while reading it. They walked together up the stairs and stopped when they got to the same level as the three idiots. The two groups had words, which were obviously confrontational. "We can do it out here!" My mother's voice cut through the room. I noticed Marisa was watching wives of the two married idiots. I wondered what my sister found interesting about the two women. The triumvirate decided it was best to follow Michael towards the upstairs study. Ovaldo stalked behind them. Brittany came over and placed a kiss on my cheek. She scrunched her nose at me before speaking. "Wanna blow this popsicle stand?" she asked in a humorous voice. I shook my head. "Why not, baby? Your work here is done." She waved an arm around the room to point out that everyone was tracking the twins. The Smiths were guiding the Lees around to give them a better look at the people on my list. Every now and then people's eyes darted to me nervously, but I was no longer the active threat. My smile frustrated Brittany who took my hand and dragged me outside for some privacy. The room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "What do you mean with that smile?" she asked. "A few people played their roles perfectly tonight, even without being told what was going on," I said. I looked at the moon and clasped my hands behind my back. "I was thinking of handing out some rewards." "To whom?" "Rachel, for one." I could see it out of the corner of my eyes, Brittany's dress seemed a little tighter in the chest suddenly. "What reward?" Her voice was heavy with arousal. "You." Her breathing changed and it was almost two minutes before she could speak again. She opened her mouth, but I interrupted, "You and Rachel have been pussyfooting around the issue for awhile. I would like to go to bed tonight fantasizing about the two of you being together and know it's not a fantasy." It took her breath away again. She leaned her forehead against my shoulder, Rachel found us in that position a while later. She stood at my other shoulder looking at Brittany with concern. "Are you okay, Brittany?" she asked. Brittany lifted her head and stared at Rachel. There were tears on her face but no sadness in her eyes. "What did you find out?" I asked Rachel. "You were right," she said, smiling evilly. "Taylor knew she was being used and made sure she had enough to save her ass. She gave us everything we need to avoid a lawsuit. Those three will not want any part of Taylor's insurance knowledge made public." "Can we get hard evidence?" She nodded, "Taylor has some and told us where to get more." "Tell Marisa what you know. She'll make sure my family knows." She nodded again and walked inside. She came back fifteen minutes later; there was a bounce to her step I had not seen since Roger's death. "Everything is taken care of, sir," she said saluting smartly. I considered telling her I knew she allowed what happened to occur so I would be reeled in. Those blue eyes held expectation though. Rachel had not underestimated me since Puerto Rico so I had to admit she probably knew I would figure out her gambit. Rachel had to know it was the wrong time, but she would not risk losing me again. Brittany was not a reward, but a sacrifice. I needed to avoid Rachel's next move and the only way was to quit the field while giving her something of mine so she would disengage. Brittany was looking at Rachel but turned when she felt my eyes. "You are mine," I said. It was a declaration and a command. She nodded, accepting what I made her, what she had willing made herself. I took her hand and guided her to stand in front of Rachel. I looked into Rachel's blue eyes; she nodded knowing what I was doing. "She's yours too, Rachel," I said before turning around to walk back to mansion. I took two steps and looked at the moon one last time. "We'll be sharing her. Someday I'll ask for your part of her back, Rachel; you'll be equals then, for however long Brittany stays." I walked in, leaving them alone with the stars and moon. Esmeralda's husband informed me that my mother, Michael, and Ovaldo were still ensconced upstairs. I nodded and moved back to the bar. The bartender put another seltzer water in front of me. Julie and Tawny joined me and competed to see who could be the most distracting. The three idiots stormed down the stairs and walked towards me. "This won't be the end of it, you little fuck!" the oldest said angrily. "Actually, you better hope it is." "We're going to sue this company for everything," the one on the right said. Everyone else in the room held their breath. "I hope so," I said smiling. "I won't have to stop at just destroying your careers if you do." The two wives moved closer to hear their fates. "You don't have anything on us," the oldest said. "It doesn't matter if you're fucking the ice queen. You've got nothing, except maybe frostbite on your dick." "Actually, he has a lot," a female voice said from behind them. They turned around to see Taylor leaning against the bar. A dressed Esmeralda was helping her stay up on obviously unsteady legs. Taylor looked like we had tortured her. "You were nothing to us, whore!" the youngest said harshly to her. "We didn't tell you anything." "Yeah, I'm nothing," Taylor replied weakly. "But there's being nothing and there's being under David's thumb. HE does not underestimate me." "You don't know anything," the oldest said, but his voice was unsure. "Actually, Taylor knew quite a lot," Rachel said from behind me. The men turned to watch her walk into the mansion holding hands with Brittany. Fantasies of the differences and similarities the women would exhibit in bed clamored for my attention. "She even knows where to get more so she can get out of this somewhat unscathed," Rachel continued. The last was said a cruel smile at Taylor. The three turned to look at Taylor again. She convinced them by reciting account numbers where their payoffs, accepted bribes, and kickbacks were being held until the final fruition of their plot. The three blanched and turned to stare at me. They did not notice Michael, the twins, and my male relatives move to surround them. "Walk away, gentlemen," I said. "Fight me and I won't stop until you put a fucking gun to your head and pull the trigger." They stepped back only to bump into the men standing behind them. They turned to look at my family but spun around quickly, remembering the danger was to their front. "I am Smith Holdings now," I announced. They looked to Rachel and found confirmation in the pride she looked at me with. It convinced them I spoke the truth, as everyone who mattered understood it. "Escort them out," I told Michael. My uncles grabbed their arms and followed Michael out the front door. Esmeralda and Marisa led the wives out; they were talking and the wives were listening intently. I turned back to my seltzer and thought about what might have gone better had I been older. No one disturbed me for the rest of the party. ------- Julie and Tawny drove me home; their excited chatter about the Formal was a welcome distraction. They parked the car and I shushed them before opening my front door. Michael and Marisa left the Formal after Ovaldo phoned to say the three idiot's access to Smith properties had been revoked. The evidence available from their offices and computers was in our possession. We could not confirm they had stolen anything the government had a special interest in, but at least one of the companies the three targeted would force the Feds to get involved. Without direct evidence, the Feds would have to come down gently; frozen assets, in depth interviews of everyone the three idiots knew, IRS audits, and men in blue suits following them around. There was another offensive stalking the three: two very unhappy bankers would be awakened and served papers signed by a judge partial to the Smith family, (Michael had not been Roger's only ward). The banks would be enjoined from allowing access to certain private and business accounts in light of pending charges of embezzlement. The three idiots would be served injunctions placing a lien on their property including investments, bonds, and real estate. The triumvirate failed to factor into their scheme that their money, power, and influence came from Smith Holdings. The Feds on one side and the full influence of Smith Holdings on the other effectively emasculated them. They were pariahs. None of their business associates would dare provide assistance for fear of being caught in the firestorm. If involving the Feds had surprised Michael and Rachel, everyone else would be floored by it. The three men might have been able to marshal the support among the executives who shown the Smith Holdings' door but the federal interest would impede any succor. There was a limit to what I was willing to do while the three idiots stayed on the defensive. The reputation of Smith Holdings would take a beating because of the three. I could not protect the enterprise and openly pursue a vendetta. Marisa and Michael were in her bedroom; I did not want to disturb them (Anyone who did would probably not survive Marisa's wrath). I used the front door in case Karen waited up for me, but she was not in the living room. We moved silently down to my room and found Karen naked on my bed. She turned her head and flowed up to her knees. The year had done wonders for her physical development. Her nipples hardened in my presence. She did not care about Julie and Tawny; it had been a long time since we had been together. It would be a little longer. "Ladies," I said, "Your clothing." Julie and Tawny raced to be the first one naked. They kneeled on my bed across from Karen when I pushed them forward. The sorority sisters looked at Karen like they could not wait to have their tongues all over her teenage body. "Ladies," I said, "Karen babysat a lot of children so that all of my family members could attend the Formal. She had assistance, but it was her responsibility." Julie and Tawny nodded. "Karen," I said, "The ladies here were very helpful tonight. I'm sure they'll offer you details. As a matter of fact, I insist." Karen nodded. "I think all of you deserve a reward." I laughed at the way the girls perked up. "Karen, when the girls finish telling you what happened tonight, they are yours for two hours." The girls looked at each other and nodded at me. "After that, ladies, Karen is yours for two hours." The smiles on the girls' faces were beautifully sensual. "I expect everyone to feel like I gave them a fantastic reward for helping me out tonight. If I think you failed, I'll leave you out when as a personal thanks, you get to be mine to do with as I want." The smiles were wider when I turned to leave. "David!" Karen said in a pleading voice. I turned and put a finger to my lips. "I have other people to say thank you to," I said, "Be good and tomorrow, it will be your turn." I went to my mother's room. I was lying naked on her bed when Esmeralda and she stumbled into the room. They were tipsy but seeing me had a sobering effect. They broke out into big smiles and looked at each other. My mother took my presence as permission and her hands on Esmeralda's breasts. She squeezed gently and stepped in to kiss Esmeralda's neck. Esmeralda was taller so she could reach over my mother's shoulder and unzip the dress halfway down. Not to be outdone, my mother reached under Esmeralda's arms and pulled the zipper down to the top of my aunt's ass. My mother's arms played along her sister's back until she got to her shoulder blades. She moved outward and helped Esmeralda get her arms out of the dress. Esmeralda had pert breasts, which immediately distracted my mother. Esmerelda wiggled her hips and for the second time that night her dress pooled at her feet. She had not put her underwear back on. My aung leaned back so my mother's mouth could have full access to her breasts. My mother had been good when I needed her, but Esmeralda had been shameless. It earned her the right to be the focus for the rest of the night. I stood behind her with my dick touched the small of her back. She pushed back. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breasts. I covered them to stop what my mother was doing. She pouted until I nodded to her dress. Clothing flew around the room until she was in the same state of undress as Esmeralda. I pulled Esmeralda to the bed and lay on my back with her on top of me. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up. My mother stroking her pussylips made Esmerelda groan. My hips were on the edge of the bed so my mother could kneel between my legs. I felt her take the head of my dick in her mouth and moisten it. She changed her mind on the appropriate lubrication and pushed my dick aside so she could lick Esmeralda. I had to tighten my grip on Esmeralda as she squirmed. I went with my mother's plan and played with Esmeralda's nipples. It increased her wriggling. My mother's mouth and Esmeralda's pussy drip moisture down into my pubic hair. Esmeralda arched her back and gulped down a scream as her orgasm came. Her upper body convulsed a couple of times. She tried to move up my body to escape my mother's mouth. I was having none of that and held her in place. My mother kept at it until Esmeralda pleading with her to stop. My mother grabbed my dick and rocked Esmeralda hips back. She let Esmerelda come back into position, which pushed me a couple of inches inside my aunt. Esmeralda pulled out of my arms so she could sit up. She put her feet on the ground, stood up to fix the angle, and fucked down on my dick... She rocked her hips and took me even deeper... My mother grabbed Esmeralda's face and kissed her sister hard. She pushed Esmerelda back down on top of me. My knelt between my legs again and used her tongue on the point of connection. Esmeralda choked on the screams when I poured my reward into her body. Hours later, I untangled myself from Esmeralda's arms and went to my room. I found a note on my bed indicating the girls had gone shopping for appropriate slave girl outfits. I had to laugh and wonder who came up with that one. After cleaning up, I went into the kitchen to get some breakfast. My mother was setting up to feed the small army in her house. She told me Esmeralda had sneaked out to meet her husband for brunch. I was sitting at the table patiently waiting for food when Marisa walked in with her "Marry Michael" book. She put it down, smiled at me, and sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "Are you happy, baby girl?" I whispered. She nodded into my neck; it was more nuzzling than answering the question. "I'm the happiest I've ever been," she whispered. "This is how happy you should be... always," I said into her ear. She pulled away and looked at me. "I can't always be this happy, David," she said reasonably. "You got Michael, right? What else do you need to stay this happy?" I asked. "I need my David, mi Mami, Rachel, and all the twins." She looked around the room before whispering in my ear, "The Lees are cooler, but don't tell Sean and Patrick that. Okay?" She put her forehead on my cheek, and I stroked her thigh. "Do you think any of us are going anywhere?" I asked. She shook her head against my cheek. "So you'll be this happy from now on," I told her. She pulled her head away and grabbed both my cheeks. She kissed me with a loud smacking sound. Michael walked in just in time to put a stop to the first engagement of a tickle fight (most of which Marisa had lost but she kept trying). She heard him behind her and spun in my lap. She leapt into his arms and pulled his head down for a kiss. Michael looked like he was going to fight it until her lips touched him. He was the one who deepened the kiss. My mother's discreet cough made part. They sat down and Marisa opened her book. She asked what we thought about the colors she had chosen for her wedding. She had an established seven-color rotation, which she switched between every three months. We were in a white and rose pink cycle. Michael looked like he was going to ask her to put the book away until she pushed her hair behind one ear and peeked at him. She was so happy he had to play along. He waited until he thought none of us were paying attention before he slid his chair closer to her. "What's going to happen to that bitch, Taylor?" Marisa asked after her first mouthful of food. "Marisa!" Michael admonished in a tone of voice no one at the table had ever heard him use. Marisa blushed a deep red, put her hand on top of his, and whispered a heartfelt apology. My mother looked at me in surprise. I shrugged; Marisa sometimes needed a firmer hand than my mother and I were willing to use. Michael loved Marisa and seemed perfectly capable of providing what my baby sister needed. "I've given Taylor a couple of choices," I said. "We'll see what her decision is." My mother snorted, expressing what she wanted Taylor's choice to be. I silenced her with a look. I was going to do what I could to make Taylor wait naked in handcuffs and a blindfold for Marisa and Michael to walk into their house after the honeymoon. "We can use her," Marisa said looking at me. The innocence she broadcasted fooled no one. "How?" I asked. "Two of the morons have wives." My mother laughed and sat down to listen to Marisa. "You have Taylor firmly in hand, right?" Marisa asked quietly. I made a affirmative gesture with my head. "It's a good match for all of you," she said cryptically. Michael laughed. I stared at the three of them waiting for the rest "Come on David, think!" Marisa said impatiently. "Their husbands were willing to discard them if Rachel picked either of them. Taylor probably wasn't their only affair. Now, their darling husbands are going to have to hustle for economic, and social survival. Those two women are prime candidates for some divorce court vengeance." I nodded. "If you offer them some financial-slash-legal support and provide them with evidence of their husbands' adultery, you'll create a third front against two of the morons. We don't need the money those three made from selling our corporate secrets, but we can make sure they don't get to touch it either." I sat back and looked at the ceiling with a smile on my face. "You could even get some personal benefit from it," she offered brightly. We looked at her and set for whatever she had come up with. "You have important information the women need, not to mention their husbands' mistress on a leash. We're talking millions, David, and the perfect divorce court witness gift-wrapped for them!" She winked at me. "Personally, I'd insist they be my pets until the divorces are finalized and for a healthy amount of time afterwards. Of course, pets get toys--TAYLOR--and sometimes pets hurt their toys, but that's the way bitches are." Her eyes were cold when she finished. She went back to looking at her book and was again my baby sister instead of a wolf cub. I met Michael's eyes. "She's right. We're not going to get to the money back without opening ourselves to a lot of bad financial press. Engaging the Feds was one way to buy silence and time. Arming the wives would be another distraction; vicious divorces also get more press than corporate espionage. The two women might also have some more names for us." I looked at my mother. "The monetary amount at which a woman has the luxury of believing she's not whoring herself out is far below what you'd be offering," she told me. "They'll probably insist on fucking you in the restaurant bathroom to seal the deal." The rest of breakfast went quietly, or as quietly as it could with Marisa going over every detail of her wedding. To give the new couple some privacy, I headed back to my room. I did not know when the girls would return so I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. For the first time since the morning I broke up with Erica, I thought about my freshman year. ------- Chapter 9D: Erica The Lees and I spent the rest of the summer isolated from our dorm mates. The preceptors and students decided the cold shoulder would bring Joanne and Stephanie back in line. When it did not work, some of the guys got confrontational with me. The Lees were good-looking and it looked like I was sleeping with both of them. The girls felt no need to clear up the misunderstanding. Getting in my face did not well for the guys. The preceptor who hated my guts attempted to rescue the twins by recruiting a female preceptor to 'straighten' them out. The Lees traded some harsh words with her and got on the phone to Brittany (their new best girlfriend) after the conversation. The true campus elite invaded the dorm on Friday night. The horde consisted of Brittany, some of her sorority, and the Smith twins; jaws hit the ground when ten people showed up at the dorm entrance and asked for us. The Lee twins had not told me about their plan so I was as surprised as everyone else. The Lees tackled the Smith twins and rolled around the floor until only I had a hope of telling them apart. I was not in a position to though as I was being pinned to the nearest wall by Brittany. The sorority sisters had to separate the couples before proper introductions could be made. From the examples present, Most Popular Sorority was synonym for Best Looking Sisters. We got everyone signed in and took over the main lounge. Plenty of people made it a point to stop in and show disapproval, especially the preceptors. Nobody pressed the issue too far as getting into a bitchy snubs competition with the créme of the sorority crop was the very definition of a losing proposition. The sisters dragged us out to a local bar that was not very picky about IDs. Sean, Patrick, and I were not drinkers in view of our regime, but the ladies got pretty hammered and spent hours flirting outrageously with us. By the time, we stumbled to the sorority house, it had been decided the Lees would join the sorority during their first semester. It was against the school rules, but the sorority did not let anyone interfere with claiming worthwhile candidates. Each sister made an ostentatious show of affection involving the Smith twins and me at their door, purloined kisses and covert ass grabs abounded. They invited us to their annual 'In the Dark" party, held on the last official Saturday of the summer. The Smith twins and I tried to get details about the party, but the girls were strictly prohibited from discussing it and described in vivid detail the tortures they would suffer if they talked. I was ready for bed but the Lee twins and Brittany had other ideas. The three girls mauled Sean, Patrick, and I in the lounge. They could have sold tickets for the number of people that walked in to check out the action. Brittany was the first to break, pulling me out of the chair and dragging me to my room. She did not hold back; my ears were still ringing the next morning. Everyone in the dorm got the message they needed to step off. It did not matter much though; the Lees were popular with the sorority so one or two sisters visited every night. Joanne and Stephanie flew their true colors and most nights the sisters left well aroused. It did not go further than kisses and groping but made for a better show than anything on TV. The third session ended a week and half before our freshman semester; the Lee twins and I said goodbye at the train station when the time came. They promised they would be visit the Smiths at least twice, but we knew their return home meant a curtailment of freedom. Brittany had moved into the sorority house a week before and tried to convince me no one would mind if I holed up in her room. It was a tempting offer, especially when a couple of the leading sisters gave explicit approval to the idea. I had learned Most Exclusive also seemed to mean Best Kissers, Best Wrigglers on top of a Male Body (or a Female Body), Most Horny, Most Willing to Share, etc. No matter how tempting the offer, I decided to spend the week and half at home. Karen and my mother made my first night back extraordinary. Marisa was hosting a sleepover at the Smith Mansion. I knew Rachel volunteered her house at my mother's request because of the sly smile she gave me when she picked up Marisa. I would have liked time with Michelle, but she and the freshman had decided to try exclusivity. I shrugged the disappointment away by calling Brittany and asking her to spend the weekend in my house. As luck would have it, Marisa was scheduled to spend the weekend with her stepfather. Rachel and my mom did another of their disappearing acts leaving me with the house to myself. Karen and Brittany wore no clothes from Friday night to Sunday morning. It put a few of the delivery boys off their stride but made coming home from practice or my martial arts class a lot of fun for me. Brittany headed back to campus on Monday but reminded me about the 'In the Dark' party. I told her I had not received an invitation. She smiled and replied that it would come on Saturday. My mother claimed most of my sexual time during the remaining week; the second separation was not as tough as the first, but she used it as an excuse to get as much of me as she could. I quite enjoyed being a victim of my mother's loving attention. The freshmen move-in was on Friday due to Orientation. Rachel and my mother were teary-eyed as we unpacked the cars to move into the freshman dorm. I thought they had left but found Rachel in my room when I returned from helping the twins setup. She got up from my bed and walked up to me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hard kiss. There were tears in her eyes when she broke it. She touched my face where her tears had left wet tracks. I bit my lip to prevent any attempt to stop her from walking out of the room. Our coach pushed enough buttons to get me a single. If they had been normal, the twins would have been assigned singles instead of me, but the coach knew not to try to separate them. He spent capital making sure I was taken care of, figuring I would take care of the twins. The dorm singles were on the first floor placing me with other recruited athletes: basketball, soccer, football, and baseball. State was a sporting powerhouse and though we got some resentful looks, most of the freshmen accepted the rooms as our entitlement. The Lee twins were on the eighth floor with the Smiths on the third. We were hanging out in the Lees' room when their preceptor knocked on the door. She listed some orientation events that were required attendance. Sean, Patrick, and I looked at each other. She asked what was up. The Lees explained they were part of the 'disenfranchised' program and that we were athletes. The preceptor nodded, accepting everyone in the room had their own orientation presenters and requirements. For the Lees, there was a meeting with the program counselors and group visits with upperclassmen at the orientation events. The Smith twins and I figured we would be suffering through our upperclassmen teammates' inferiority complexes. We headed to the first floor where the Lees snickered at our annoyed expressions before waving goodbye. The twins and I were pleasantly surprised when Brittany and one of her sisters showed up to lead us around. The sister explained that being recruited athletes we had different needs. (She said it with a straight face.) I began to understand when our first stop was the class scheduling area; I noticed only athletes were present. My class schedule was problematic; the twins' schedules were even worse. A couple of counselors listened to our class versus practice conflicts and made some suggestions. Since I was not being treated like I had turnips for brains, I took the time to plan out more than one semester of classes with the counselor. The rest of our orientation events had the same purpose, to ensure nothing interfered with the reason we had been recruited. The entire sorority visited us our first night, which made us popular with the athletes. The sorority was obviously picking out others they needed to stake a claim on. It was the first time I met Julie and Tawny. They joined our impromptu gathering like they were invited; most of the sisters eyed them with approval. Julie and Tawny eyed them right back, which seemed to decide it for everyone. It was pretty late when we finally got to bed. Brittany left me alone thinking I needed time to adjust. I would have preferred the company but had learned not to argue too much with the women in my life about certain things. They were usually right, or at least had been up to that point in my life. College had been rough with the negativity around me during the summer but on Saturday that all changed. During the morning and afternoon, the twins and I did more of the normal orientation things. We finished the last orientation events and were told there would be a campus organization fair in the Quad. Brittany told us we could hang out at the sorority stand all day if we wanted. Our other escorting sister laughed when Brittany said that after the 'In the Dark' party we would not have any energy for walking around anyway. I was sitting in my room wondering if the 'In the Dark' party was a sorority prank when someone knocked on my door. I got up, opened it, and nearly swallowed my tongue. In front of me was the reason I tried not argue with the women in my life about certain things. The vision at my door was best for me, and I was sure Brittany had helped pick out her outfit. The first things I noticed were the melons. Better, more politically correct terms existed for breasts, but these were ripe and juicy with a size and firmness to make any mouth water. Her breasts were melons covered in light blue spandex material to hold them in place. I could not see a bra strap, which in a shirt that tight should have been possible, so the lift was caused by nature and whatever meager aid the shirt could muster. I was being rude but could not help looking down instead of up to her eyes. The shirt stopped halfway down her tummy to show the muscular development of tight abs. She was wearing a jean mini-skirt, which did nothing to hide the thickness of her thighs. I looked into green eyes that smiled knowing the desired reaction had been achieved. She walked past me; I liked her dark honey colored hair, falling to the middle of her back. She toured the room, making sure I could enjoy how her over-teeming ass moved in the skirt. She was a little shorter than Brittany but carried an extra twenty pounds of muscle. She was almost too muscular, though the lines of her face, her hair, the feminine warmth in her eyes, the shape of her ass, and those knee weakening-melons bellowed female too loudly for the extra muscle to matter. She looked over her shoulder as I closed the door and leaned against it. "Do you need more time?" she asked. I nodded. I did not need more time to recover, which was not going to happen until I was balls deep in her ass, but I wanted more time to take her in. "Brittany said you would like the outfit," she said picking up some of the decorative touches Rachel and my mother could not help leave behind in my room. "Yeah! I like the outfit..." I said in a voice that left no doubt the only use I had for the outfit was to peel it off her. I wanted to tear it off her, but I would not be going to any party if I put that in my voice and she offered the slightest hint of curiosity about what it would be like. She smiled from underneath her eyelashes and moved to open my closet. I was only wearing sweatpants and t-shirt so I had to change. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a white, buttoned-down shirt out. She put them on the bed and pulled a t-shirt, briefs, and socks out of my drawers. She laid those on the bed, sat down on my desk, and looked at me with expectant eyes. "Are you my invitation?" I asked her. She nodded. "Is Brittany someone else's invitation?" I asked darkly. She blew air through her nose in annoyance at me before answering. "Possessiveness can be taken too far, David." "Is Brittany someone else's invitation?" "It's not like you wouldn't fuck me if I took my clothes off and spread for you," she said, again refusing to answer the question. I stared at her silently. "My sisters are going to like you!" she said. "David, Brittany doesn't even use a dildo to masturbate. That girl's mouth, pussy, and ass is reserved for one dick. Yours." I nodded and moved to the clothing. "Men!" she said in an exasperated voice. I picked up the clothes and started walking to the door. "Excuse me, David," she said. I turned around to look at her. "I dressed like this to give you a show, don't I get one?" she asked sweetly. She spread her legs a little to give me a flash of her panties. I held out my underwear before I spoke. "I'd be showing you a lot more than you're showing me." "Brittany has made you out to be some kind of legend," she replied with a little arrogance in her smile. "I've got to see it with my own eyes." "Well, I don't show my hard dick to a woman whose name I don't know." "Mandy," she said spreading her legs another inch apart. Her panties were tiny. "My name is Mandy." I did not hesitate to take my clothes off. I was not as good looking as the twins, but the women who liked me usually wanted more than just to look. I had reached my full height and was shaped by years of swimming, martial arts, and my weight regimen. From the tightening of Mandy's breasts, I could tell she was impressed. My hard dick waved angrily at Mandy as if insisting she come over and play. "Do you need more time?" I asked. She nodded and kept her eyes on my cock. After a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. She nodded for me to dress. The underwear and jeans were tighter than they should have been. "What do you play?" I asked. "Softball, but that's not why I'm built like this," she replied. I looked at her with curiosity. "I was injured during my sophomore year in high school and weight training was part of my physical therapy. It sort of stuck," she said. There was an element of being embarrassed about how she looked. "I'm sorry you were injured, but I like what stuck to you," I told her. She gave me a sweet smile. The Smith twins were waiting at the dorm entrance, along with a couple of other athletes. A sorority sister was paying special attention to each male. There was also a young, painfully nerdy guy with his eyes glued worshipfully to a devastating blonde. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow at Mandy. He did not fit the mold of the other guys with a sorority invitation. "David Forrest," she said. "Think Da Vinci focused completely on all things computer. Our sorority does not let someone like Forrest cross our path without making sure we can knock on his door for support." "Pimped out to him," I said looking at the blonde. It was disconcerting to think they were that cold blooded. She dismissed the idea with a blast of air out of her mouth and looked at me like she was disappointed. "New sisters are broken quickly out of the high school worldview," she informed me haughtily. "In high school, the only measure of public success is sports. At college, the field widens but only for women who grow up. Maybe one to three athletes will make it during a sister's tenure at school, even out of a sports program like ours. The twins, you, and no permanent injuries will give us a huge athletic class in the next four years, but it's still only five to six athletes who will go farther than a beer full of memories. There are far more pearls than diamonds, David." "That's a little anti the regular feminist stance, isn't it?" "Don't be dense!" she said angrily. "We're an organization that needs outside support to continue flourishing." "Sounds to me like you want to make sure your sisters marry pearls." "That's part of it. Marriage is a social institution, but the gratitude of the right people is also invaluable to us." "What do you mean?" She looked at me and nodded when she saw I was focused on her answer. "The catfights to be invitations for both Davids this year were historical," she replied. "I don't understand!" "Smith Holdings, a multi-region player with a presence in a variety of niche markets. The company is on the verge of national and international expansion. The missing element is the right person holding the reins. No one outside the company understands why Rachel Smith has waited so long to hand power to a viable candidate." I waited for the rest. "David Forrest, sixteen years old, brilliant computer engineer and programmer. Had it not been for what-amounts to Luddite parents, college would be years in his past." I took a second look at Forrest. The blonde was hitting him with every woman's tool in her arsenal. "Smith Holdings owns a high-end motherboard manufacturing company with some lucrative government contracts," she said looking at me. "Management is hoping to expand the daughter company into other computer parts. Our Sisterhood believes it would be a perfect fit." I looked into Mandy's eyes and back to David Forrest. The blonde had him pinned to the wall. She kissed him; his hands drifted shyly to her ass. "She clawed her way through five sisters to be his invitation. Take my word for it--Marie is hot for him. David is going to remember tonight for the rest of his life. She's a senior so she can't keep him, but we'll settle him with one of us." "That's really cold," I said with no judgment in my voice. "We didn't write the rules," she replied shrugging. "Plus, aren't you going to be very grateful to us for facilitating a meeting of the Davids?" I studied Forrest some more. His hands had a tight grip on the blonde's ass, and she was rubbing her mound against him. He groaned, not able to control something he had never experienced before (with another person anyway). The blonde rubbed harder, making his head drop to her shoulder. A minute later, he looked around the room, but every other invitee and sister was pointedly ignoring the action. David met my eyes; I smiled at him and the blonde before turning back to Mandy as if I had not noticed anything. The blonde kissed him deeply and led him towards the elevator. Once inside, she wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled him close to make sure no one could see the stain on his pants. She did not seem to care if anyone saw his marking on her. I walked over to the twins and asked to borrow a cell phone. Sean shook his head and handed his over. I called Michael and put him on Forrest's trail. If the sisters were right, David Forrest would be courted more aggressively than he had been by a group of co-eds who played harder than anyone I ever met. "Michael will take a look him," I said to Mandy. "If you're right, Smith Holdings will make an offer." "And we'll make sure he accepts," Mandy replied. I tilted my head in question. "Oh, David! How wonderful!" Mandy said in a heated voice that would crumble a sixteen-year-old's ability to say no. "I know how we can celebrate! Have you ever tied a woman to your bed and had your evil way with her? NO!?! Hold on, let me call one of my sisters, she'll help you. Hmmm... maybe we should start with tying her down. What do you think?" I closed my eyes as her voice affected me below the waist. "That sounds like pimping to me!" I said when the effect of her voice faded. "Darling, she'd fuck him anyway," Mandy informed me archly, "If you don't understand what a competent man does to certain women, you don't know your attraction." When David returned, he had changed pants and the silly smile on his face spoke volumes about the blonde's competence. She was licking her lips as if trying to savor the last taste of something she had enjoyed greatly. The stain on her dress was less noticeable but still visible; it would probably be the reason David found himself in the blonde's room at the sorority. "So you fought to be my invitation?" I asked Mandy. "Mostly Brittany stepped in and dictated who you were getting," she said shrugging. "The fight was really between Brittany and the sisters who disagreed with her." The Lee twins came out of the elevator in the company of a very mussed-looking sister. Sean, Patrick, and I broke out laughing at the sight. Playing with the Lee twins was the fastest way we knew to get tumbled ass over teakettle. On the walk to the house, the Lees' invitation kept looking at them like she could not wait for round two. At the sorority house, the sisters outnumbered the invitees so from the outside it seemed like a friendly gathering. There was a lot of noise coming from the other Greek houses, which distracted anyone from looking too closely. After an hour of introductions and buildup, the invitations led us into the basement. It was large, as wide and long as the house. There were a couple of stairs leading to the main, which created small alcoves. There was not enough people to make us feel packed in but enough for me to commandeer one of the alcoves. I noticed the invitees were being guided surreptitiously to the walls so sisters and sister candidates formed a core in the middle of the basement. The sisters were looking around at the guys as if mentally marking their location. "Ladies and gentlemen," came over recessed speakers. "Welcome, to our sorority's legendary 'In the Dark' party. Remember... what happens in the dark, stays in the dark. I'm sure I don't have to mention the only penalty for talking." Her voice was deep and sensuous. I looked around and noticed David Forrest had been placed in one of the other stairway nooks. A few sisters were jostling for position around his blonde. In front of me, the same struggle for position was being played out. "Those of you who've never been here are wondering what 'In the Dark' means." Her voice was doing a great job as a sexual appetizer. "Ladies, are the doors locked?" the voice asked. "HELL YEAH!" every girl in the basement yelled. The guys were smiling with nervousness and anticipation. "Then, for the next four hours, this party is in the dark." The second she said 'dark', every light died. I pushed against the wall and tried to make anything out. The darkness was too deep though, not even slivers of light filtered from underneath the doors. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "It's okay, baby," Brittany whispered. I put my arm out slowly and came into contact with her breast. She pushed into my hand. She leaned against me and kissed me. I pulled her closer, grabbing her ass. A pair of female hands joined mine on Brittany's ass. They were more interested in touching her than the dress so they pulled it up. They tugged insistently when my hands stopped the dress from getting to Brittany's waist. I took my hands away and rushed them back when I felt the dress finish the trip but was still beaten to Brittany's naked ass. Another pair of hands joined the party. I gave up on that end and moved to Brittany's breasts. She pulled the top of the dress down, giving me room to play. "You're in the way, Brittany!" someone whispered harshly. "Okay!" Brittany hissed after someone spanked her butt. She pulled me off the wall, slipped around me, and wrapped her arms around my waist. A female leaned against my chest and asked politely if she could stick her tongue in my mouth. The next hour was a haze of female lips and tongues; grabbing big, small, medium, and overflowing asses and breasts; and my fingers playing with wet pussies in various states of undress. Suddenly a number of the girls trooped up the stair and out of the basement. I tried to follow but Brittany held me tightly. "Not yet," she whispered. The doors closed, drowning in darkness again. Someone's hands pressed against my chest. I knew who it was. Brittany's hands explored the girl pressing against me. "Mandy?" she gasped. The girl did not answer. I reached around and grabbed her tight, hard ass. I could not mold it in my hands without applying a lot of pressure. She moaned in appreciation when I did. ""What about your boyfriend, Mandy?" Brittany asked "We're on a break," Mandy said before kissing me. "Oh" Brittany said. "Ohhhh!" Brittany moved around me, allowing me to lean on the wall. Mandy kept her body on mine; she kissed me hard. Brittany got behind Mandy and pulled up her skirt. Luckily, there was plenty of real estate on Mandy's ass for Brittany's and my hands to co-exist happily. I got annoyed at the panties rather quickly though. Brittany must have had the same problem because she stepped back and pulled on Mandy's panties until they tore off. I ran a finger down the crack of Mandy's ass and in to touch her pussy. She was wet and ready when Brittany unceremoniously shoved her fingers into Mandy's pussy. Mandy broke our kiss and gasped against my neck. I pulled Brittany's fingers out and switched positions with Mandy. There was a box next to us; I pushed one of Mandy's legs up with mine and rested my foot on the box. I stroked a hand down her hard stomach and into her sparse pussy hair. I kept moving down until I could play with the core of her heat. "Eat her!" I told Brittany. The girls moaned. Brittany's face pushed my hand aside. I grabbed the bottom of Mandy's shirt and pulled it off her body. I palmed her breasts and ran my thumbs over her nipples. A scream cut the darkness. I whispered into Mandy's ear how much I wanted to be inside her. How badly I wanted to cum all over her tits. She shook and released a low-tone scream as an orgasm washed through her. Brittany's hands attacked my pants. She stood up after freeing me and moved us into position until she could sit on the box. She pulled Mandy down to give her a kiss; it also bent Mandy over putting her in perfect position. "Fuck her, baby!" Brittany whispered around Mandy's lips. I straightened until the head of my dick touched moisture. Mandy gasped at the contact and reached between her legs to hold me in place. I pushed towards her with my hips, sinking my dick slowly into her. Mandy reminded me of Carmen: thick, warm, wet. She groaned into Brittany's lips as I powered into her. I hit bottom and stroked out, only to pump back through her thick tightness. Her pussy struggled to accommodate me, but I paid it little consideration. Mandy came suddenly. I had to stop at the deep end as her pussy squeezed me. I had expected her body to try to crush me but instead waves of pressure moved up and down my dick. I had to stay still or lose control. Brittany got up and moved to stand next to us. "Fuck her ass, baby!" she said, prying Mandy's asscheeks apart. "Make her ours!" "No, please!" Mandy begged... but did not move. "Please no!" I froze when Mandy's pussy squeezed me. She wanted it! "Take her ass, David!" "Please just fuck me," Mandy pleaded. She moved back and forth to convince me to keep to what I was already doing. I could pull out and take her ass, but Mandy did not want to give herself completely. I pulled back and stroked hard. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Mandy did an incredibly sexy thing. She raised her right leg; I reached down to grab it, but it kept coming up until she rested it on my shoulder. She pushed against me, fucking me while holding a standing split. She wrapped the leg around my neck, her heel behind my head. Mandy came again; no matter how much I wanted to continue I could not hold on any longer. I grunted and came inside her. A pounding on Brittany's door woke us up. Mandy had not joined us in Brittany's room, but I had hopes to find her in mine before long. Sean stuck his cell phone in my face when I opened the door. "Get your own, David," he grumbled before disappearing behind another door. It was my mother calling to tell me Smith Holdings wanted David Forrest on board. Fortunately, David's blonde was walking down the hallway fresh out of the shower. I put my hand on her arm to stop her. We had a three-way conversation about what would be a good offer to a sixteen-year-old kid in his first week of college. The twins, Forrest, and I spent the entire time at the fair sitting behind the sorority booth. The Lee twins were in the Smith twins' lap but were paying attention to the conversation I was having with Forrest and the blonde, Marie. I was trying to draw him out, something that proved unsuccessful until the Lees joined in and worked with Marie to achieve it. I backed off when they had him chatting comfortably. The Lee twins called my mother after the fair to give her the information they gleaned from Forrest. The first week of college whizzed by; the only high point was the twins crushing our teammates' belief that they were just a 'little' better than everyone else. I could not help smirking with an 'I told you so' glint in my eyes. We were not going to be popular but fully understood the first tournament would make us untouchable. Unfortunately, things did not work out with Mandy--her boyfriend wanted to get back together. Brittany volunteered a couple of willing sisters to help me get over the disappointment, but the hectic pace of my first semester was enough of a distraction. The Lees rushed and pledged, which took up a lot of their time. I tried to help as much as I could since I was in most of their classes. Forrest accepted a consulting position at Smith Holdings, but he and I did not have much to do with each other. We only crossed paths at sorority events. The addition of the returning students to my martial arts school made things worse for me. The kids were willing to scrap but had little control. It made them too dangerous to do more in sparring except defend and disengage. Helen became more disdainful of me. I gave up on her after I saw how she drove her elite students. She was hard and seemed to respect only those who were as hard as her. Even when they were not to her level, she did not show them the disdain she did me though. She hated it when the school owner sparred with me. I trusted him so everyone could see the years of training that had been put into me. Helen tried to draw it out during sparring sessions with her, but I used the same defend and disengage strategy to keep her at bay. (I did not trust her.) I had an easier time with the Brazilian instructor because I did not know anything about his art. Another bright point was that Mandy attended the advanced Tae Kwon Do classes. She never gave me more than a smile but watching her kick things was intrinsically pleasure. Before I came up for air, it was November. The Lees and I had our first group project due. They needed sleep more than they needed to spend a couple of hours in the library looking through a list of books for any that might useful to our project. I volunteered to do it on my own and got swarmed by grateful kisses. Stephanie, Joanne, and I had grown closer as they slowly took over the role Rachel had as my friend before she and I slept together. I could not find a book at the library so I walked over to the information desk. I leaned against the desk, waiting for someone to show up. "Can I help you?" a voice asked. I looked into jade green eyes with yellow slashes marking them; only Rachel's eyes had ever captivated me like that. "Hello..." she said with a quirky smile. I felt like I knew her; something in me recognized the straight black hair, the beautiful eyes, the skin tone on the edge of olive, and the smile. Her makeup was perfectly done so I, who preferred natural, could not find a flaw. A couple of inches shorter than my mother, her body followed Esmeralda's mold. Her breasts were a happy place between B and C that would fit perfectly in a champagne glass. She wore a black velvet pet-me shirt and a short gray skirt. She was pretty but it did not end there, like a painting that makes someone feel they are the only one who could really understand its beauty. I wanted to walk around her for a few minutes, studying her from every angle to find what it was I recognized. "Are you okay?" she asked, knowing her effect on me. "Latin women don't have eyes like that." "And you know every Latin woman?" she asked. The quirky smile graced her lips again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I'd apologize, but it was your fault," I said smiling widely. She scrunched her nose at me. "Do I know you?" I asked. "I think I'd remember someone who thought things were my fault," she replied, returning my smile. "Hi, I'm David Callas," I said sticking out my hand. "Erica Covas," she said putting her hand in mine. Electricity did not jump between us, but there was something deeper in our voices. "I definitely don't know a David Callas," she said. I ran out of repartees so I asked about the book I could not find. She spent an hour helping me, which was really us indiscreetly trying to discreetly get to know each other. I was happy to do our class research for the rest of the semester. My school and practice schedule kept sex with Brittany to whenever time allowed. I spent most of my social time at the sorority. I was on the sorority house porch one Friday watching Greeks drunkenly stumble up and down the street when a thought struck me. It must have shown on my face because Brittany offered a blowjob for my thoughts. "The frats haven't chased the twins or me," I said a little confused. "I can understand them not going after me but not the twins. They have money and are star athletes." "The sorority made it clear, the three of you and Forrest are off-limits," Brittany said and walked away. Her statement made me curious but I was grateful for one potential social problem being removed. (Most of our teammates were Greek brothers.) My time with Erica escaped the borders of the library. We met a couple of times for lunch at the student cafeterias but did not discuss anything personal. We just wanted to spend time together, seeing if the attraction would continue to grow. Things changed on the first week of December. Erica and I were having lunch when suddenly she started crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. I felt exactly how I had when Rachel cried after Roger died. Erica's pain was somehow mine. "Nothing," she said. "It's okay." Her green eyes were sad, but she took a deep breath and regained her emotional balance. I was not willing to let it go. "Tell me what's wrong, Erica," I said, pushing my tray aside. "David," Erica said. "Just forget it!" But her eyes said she wanted to talk. I sat back and stared at her. The yellow slashes in her eyes thinned when she was sad or angry. They were very, very thin. "Here's how it works," I told her. "I don't know what's going on between us, especially since you have a man, but you don't cry at a table with me and expect not to tell me what the fuck is wrong." She looked away. I liked the way the lines of her face were accentuated by the profile view. "I had a fight with my boyfriend last night," she said softly, still not meeting my eyes. Erica and her boyfriend had a soap opera relationship of high ups and low downs with not a second spent anywhere in the middle. She talked about it occasionally. The dynamics of Erica's love life fascinated me; most of her relationships were explosive. "What happened?" I asked. "He thinks I'm cheating on him." "Are you?" "How could you say that?" she asked, looking hurt. "You cheated in just about every relationship, didn't you?" "I was just a kid, David! Kissing somebody else because your boyfriend goes to another high school is harmless. Everybody in high school does stuff like that!" I was not exactly one to talk considering in the course of a week I had sex with Cara, Tanya, Carmen, Jeanie, my mother and Iris. Some of them knew about 'some' of the others, but only I knew about all of them. I did not exactly volunteer the information either. "So you're not cheating on him?" I asked. The question pissed her off. "You're being an asshole!" Erica had a temper. I looked away for a minute. "So you are cheating on him." She picked up her tray and left the table. I pulled my tray back and started eating again. She came back a couple of minutes later, sat down hard, and gave me a infuriated look. "I am not cheating on him!" "What have you and I been heading towards, Erica?" I asked, pushing my tray away again. "That's not cheating." "We've been talking for weeks." "We're just friends, David." Her words cut. "We are just friends, aren't we?" she asked when the silence stretched out uncomfortably. "So what happened?" I asked "Nothing, we were lying in bed and he got really mad," she replied. The sadness touched her eyes again. "You're crying because he got really mad." "No, he... he pushed me, and I fell out of the bed," she said, "It hurt, but he just laughed." The tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "It's not the first time," I said. I felt dead inside, like I had every time the issue came up between my mother and stepfather. She shook her head, confirming what I already knew. I barely noticed when she put her hand on top of mine. "So what do you want me to do, Erica?" "I don't want you to do anything," she answered softly. "I've been here before, Erica. With my mother and her husband. You're telling me because you want me to do something." She looked into my eyes and seemed to draw strength from me. "You're my friend, David. I need my friend right now." She worked that afternoon in the lower level of the library, which most people avoided; it meant I could sit with her. She went over the high and lows of her relationship again. She pressed my knee between hers the entire time. I walked Erica to her on-campus apartment. None of her roommates were surprised to see me. We hung out with them for fifteen minutes before Erica and I went into her bedroom. She stepped into the bathroom to change into tight gray sweats and a black t-shirt. She lay down on her bed and talked to me for a couple of hours about her other relationships. I listened. When I got up to go, she kneeled on the bed. She held her arms out for a hug. I held her tightly for a few minutes. She leaned back to look at me. Her eyes swallowed a part of my soul and made it hers. We kissed. I walked to my dorm, thinking about the kiss. It was the one that would have happened between Tanya and me if she had gone out with me the first time I asked. Brittany was waiting for me in the dorm lounge. I sat down across from her. She stared at me for a long time before speaking. "Erica?" They had met. Erica and her boyfriend were walking around campus and had run into us. Erica's boyfriend did not notice the ferocity with which she looked at Brittany. Her boyfriend measured us and seemed to like the fact Brittany was all over me. "So who was the cow?" Erica asked the next time we were alone. She had the decency to blush but did not apologize for her choice of words. I shrugged, she had a boyfriend; my life was not her business. Erica let it drop. Brittany had asked about Erica but only after seeing me with her a few more times around campus. "What is it with you and Erica?" she asked one time after we had sex. "She has a boyfriend," I said without thinking. It was the wrong thing to say. "Oh," Brittany said before getting up to leave. She did not mention it again until the night Erica and I kissed. "I thought she had a boyfriend," Brittany said in the lounge. Her hazel eyes glimmered with tears that she would not let fall. We talked for a long time. She did not say goodbye when she gathered her things from my room and walked out of the dorm. I was lying in bed, almost asleep when the phone rang. "I shouldn't have kissed you." "I shouldn't have left." We did not kiss again until Christmas break. I settled into a comfortable schedule: practice, class, the work necessary to stay on track in school, martial arts, and spending every free moment with Erica. I had far less social time than she did so there was nothing suspicious about the amount of time we spent together. She kissed me again at the train station before I went home for the holidays. We spent ten minutes kissing before my train arrived. I would have waited for the next one, and one after that, if we could have kept kissing, but she pulled away and whispered a quick goodbye. Everyone at home stepped carefully around me. Marisa was the only one who treated me normally. Brittany and I had not slept together since our lounge conversation. It did not even strike me as strange that neither my mother nor Karen tried to reinitiate our sex life. Erica called me after Christmas and asked to visit for a Saturday. She came by in the morning and we spent the day together. We walked around the mall catching up, but it was not until lunch that she said something significant. "Miguel and I broke up," she said without looking at me. "When?" I asked carefully. "The 24th," she said, finally meeting my eyes. The lie was there, but I ignored it. "Why?" I asked. I studied her while she gathered the strength. I tried to remember where I might have seen her that the recognition was so immediate when we met, maybe a glance in the parking lot after a swimming competition. "I want to be with you," she said finally. We ate in silence and watched a movie. Rachel had invited us to go to mansion for dinner. I was surprised to find everyone there. Erica was not happy to see Brittany and pulled me aside. "What is she doing here?" "She's Rachel's friend too," I said. Erica turned to look at Rachel, who was watching her. Everyone was watching Erica. She looked around the room and held her head high. We moved into the dining room where we had a sectioned off dinner: the two sets of twins; my mother and Rachel; Michael, Brittany, and Marisa; Erica and I. In my room that night, Erica and I had our first fight. "They were being bitches!" she said pacing around the room. "Who was?" I asked, putting on music. "Your mother, Rachel, your sister, the twins, and that fucking cow!" I put the CD down and turned around. She realized her mistake and crossed the distance between us. She hugged me and laid her face against my chest. "I didn't mean it that way, baby! I swear I didn't!" she whispered. "It's just no one talked to me." I kissed her hair. "It doesn't help that you keep calling Brittany a cow, Erica." "I didn't say it to her face," she said, almost apologetically. "It doesn't matter," I said kissing her hair again. "You talk about her like that and later when you're around her the attitude slips past you." She nodded against my chest. We walked over the bed; she pulled me down on top of her. She had no reason to stop at just a kiss. There WAS a reason, but I had not challenged her lie. I thought she did it to be sure she had me before she gave him up. I knew it was not true, but I let the lie she told me stand and I let the lie I told myself stand with it. I did not remember taking our clothes off. Her lips were on me; I could not let them go long enough to think about anything else. Only the new connection we forged broke the kiss. I was between her legs. My dick found the entrance to her body. Between heartbeats, I drove into her. Her pussy squeezed the length of me. She arched and tensed when I pulled back. "Oh my God!" she panted as I drove into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. She held on to me as tight as she could while I pulled back and thrust into her again. She came and bit my shoulder. I had been waiting for it since the first day I met her; my body emptied everything I was into of Erica. She wriggled underneath me a couple of minutes later in discomfort so I pulled out and lay down beside her. I was still hard. She turned on her side, threw her arm over my chest, and snuggled her nose against me. A couple of minutes later, I smiled at the ceiling. Erica snored. ------- Erica and her boyfriend had a bad post-breakup month with him chasing her around. It was only when he saw me coming out of her house one morning that their relationship died in his eyes. Erica and I spent as much time together as we could until we went back to school and then spent even more time together. She was claws-out whenever she saw Brittany, but for the most part, they kept it civil. I came to fully consider the Lees my friends. They were Rachel, Marisa, and the Smith twins wrapped into a prohibited package. The prohibition allowed me to relax around them. I did not know exactly what I was to them, but I knew they felt close to me too. They never talked about Erica and welcomed her with open arms whenever I was hanging out with them and she came by. Erica was not as generous and questioned why I spent so much time with them. Our second fight occurred after Erica found the Lees, Smiths, Brittany, and I playing an outrageously cheating game of monopoly in my room. She watched us impatiently; obviously annoyed until the Lees slammed the pieces down, gave her a 'grow the fuck up' look, and dragged their boyfriends out. Brittany smiled at Erica as if she had won something in the exchange, kissed my cheek, and walked out. I put the game away while Erica made huffing noises. I stood across the bed and looked at her. "Why are you hanging out with that fucking cow and her friends?" she screamed at me. "I've asked you not to call Brittany that," I said calmly, which only fanned the flames. "Fuck you!" she yelled at me. "I don't want them near you." "Sean, Patrick, Joanne, and Stephanie are my friends," I said, gritting my teeth against the need to yell back at her. We stood staring at each other, neither willing to budge on the issue until she stormed out. Her phone call woke me up. "I'm sorry." She had been crying. I listened to her apologies and explanations. The next day, she was waiting for me when I returned from class. She wore a very small skirt with an almost see-thru shirt. She leaned sexily against my door. I stopped at the end of the hallway when I caught sight of her. She stretched against my door, stuck her tongue out, and licked her lips. I moved until I was standing in front of her. I unlocked my door and pushed it open. Her green eyes challenged me as she lay down on my bed. She stretched in the same way she had at the door. Her eyes invited me closer; I slammed the door shut and was naked three seconds later. I pushed the skirt up and grabbed her panties. I ripped them off her body. I grabbed her legs, pushed them against her torso, and dove down to take her clit in my mouth. Her orgasm came fast and hard. She grabbed my head and pulled me up to finish what we needed. I crawled up her body, kissing her through clothing, until I was at her lips. My dick kissed her entrance and a hard movement merged us. The sex was also fast and hard. I pulled back and drove into her. She wrapped her legs around me and grunted as my second thrust hit bottom. She grunted again when I thickened on the third thrust. The gush of hot liquid caused her second orgasm. She screamed her pleasure; something she had not done before. "I'm really sorry, David," she said later. "Brittany wants you back. I hate seeing you with her." She sat up and wrapped the blanket around her body. She looked at me, waiting for me to say something. "Brittany and I were never together like we are, Erica." I told her. She smiled and shook her head. "She's told herself many, many times that she belongs to you, David," she said. "It doesn't matter what you think or feel. Not to her." "So what do you want Erica?" "I want it to be just me and you," she said. "Together." "Just me and you... I don't have any friends?" "No, just me and you; I can trust you with Brittany or any other woman if you say the words." "I don't think this is a good idea, Erica." "Are you telling me I shouldn't trust you if you say it's you and me?" "I haven't been with anybody since our first kiss. I don't plan to, but I'll tell you if that changes. Can't it be enough?" "You don't want to be with me?" she asked, hurt lacing her voice. "I'm here. So obviously I want to be with you, Erica," I said quietly. "But I'm not Miguel or any of those guys you dated." "That's why I don't want anybody between us, David," she said. "You're not like any guy I've been with, and I don't want to be with another guy if I have you." She lay down facing me. "Okay," I said looking into her eyes. She smiled and snuggled closer to me. "It just you and me now," she whispered. "Hang out with the cow all you want." The last was said with a lot of humor so I did not take offense. She kissed me and tucked her head underneath my chin. "But no milk!" she giggled. I kissed her hair. "I love you," she whispered before falling asleep. ------- Everything calmed down for us until April. The Smiths and I settled our differences with our teammates by showing that we planned to do exactly what we had done in high school. There were good swimmers on the team but none of the twins' caliber so everyone stepped out the way. Brittany and Erica found an interesting way to coexist through the Lee twins. They allowed the Lees to organize the time I spent with Brittany. If I was with the Lees and they did not invite Erica, she did not come looking for me. I thought everyone had accepted our relationship, but I discovered how wrong I was on a visit home. Since most of us home came home that weekend, it seemed natural to have dinner at the mansion Saturday night. I was walking by the first floor library when voices stopped me. "But she's not right for him!" Brittany said, slamming her fist down on a table. I turned and leaned against the door where they could not see me. "He's hers, Brittany," Rachel said calmly. "Fuck her!" The outburst caused silence for a couple of minutes. "I'm sorry," Brittany said. "It can't last, Brittany," Rachel said. "It's not just me saying that; David's mother believes it too." Brittany snorted. "Brittany!" Rachel said in a voice of ice. "Sorry..." "None of us must have anything to do with David and Erica breaking up," Rachel commanded. They were silent again for a couple of minutes. "How could you sit there so calmly?" Brittany asked. "You have a lot of time invested in David." "You're absolutely right, Brittany," Rachel replied. "David is potentially the answer to my family's needs. What you do not understand is that I can count the number of times I did not believe in Roger on one hand. The only thing he has not been proven right about is David, but it's not David's time yet. If I have to gamble my family's future, I will bet on my husband being right this last time. Roger never failed me, and I have never needed him to be right more! I also choose to believe my lover of twelve years, David's mother, knows her son." They were quiet for a while before Rachel spoke again, "Roger left Michael and I the job of preparing David. One of the things I did not believe was that Michael would step aside." Brittany snorted. "Yes," Rachel admitted. "It was stupid of me." "What does Roger have to do with Erica?" Brittany asked. "David won't walk away from what his father left him," Rachel said quietly. "Taylor made the mistake of believing Michael would." "It doesn't mean Erica will!" "It seems so incredibly stupid to us, doesn't it?" Rachel said with a loud sigh. "I never thought Taylor wouldn't understand the commitment Michael feels to Roger and his family. Erica is too young, Brittany. She's been hurt badly; the signs are there if you know what to look for. The truth is Erica doesn't trust David." "It doesn't mean she'll do something that will make David walk away from her," Brittany insisted. "Darling, it does!" "What?" "You really should be having this conversation with David's mother, you know." "David's mother..." Brittany hesitated, seeming to look for the right words. "She's like David but softer and harder at the same time." There was another pause. "David belongs to Erica for now. She could keep him, but a part of her doesn't believe she deserves him. It's sad, but I'm not her mother. Nobody here will do anything to stop her from destroying their relationship, and nobody will do anything that makes David believe we were responsible for it either." "But if we do nothing to stop her from fucking up everything she wants, won't David hold it against us?" Brittany asked seriously. "Erica has made no effort to become a part of us." Rachel replied. "David understands we have no responsibility to her." "But..." "Brittany! Do you think David will be happier with us?" "Of course!" "Erica is not a part of us. We believe we are right for David--that we have a right to him. Regardless of our right and belief, and against our own interest, we did not act against her." "But Rachel, we didn't do anything to stop her!" "Men like Roger and David do not expect family to pull food out of their mouth to give to outsiders." I closed my eyes and pressed against them with my fingers. "Stay out of Erica's way, Brittany." They spoke softly until Brittany walked out of the library. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I sat down and looked at Rachel. She watched me warily. "You don't think it will last." I asked. Rachel's eyes lost their wariness. She shook her head. "Erica's too young to understand rose gardens have more thorns than petals," Rachel said. Her blue eyes were pained. "What does age have to do with it?" I asked angrily. Rachel leaned back in her chair and stared at me until I calmed down. "Erica knows there are lines, and she won't respect you if you don't stand by them. She's too young to wait, and wait, and wait until she knows you'll stand by the lines penning her in because you've stood by the ones penning you in. It makes her fall inevitable, David." I stared back at her. "You are not Roger's son if you don't live by the lines you draw." ------- Things became downright friendly after Rachel's edict came down. Brittany stopped taking up any of my time and even the Smiths opened up as much as they could to Erica. February, March, April, May, and June were three months more than July and August. School finished with a winning swim season, the best grades I had ever gotten, and a house ready for the twins and me to move into. I was happy. ------- I was reading for my summer session class when the Lee twins sat down across from me. They were vibrating emotion, preventing me from concentrating. I put the book down and looked at them. They were nervous and hurting. "We have to talk," Joanne said; Stephanie nodded. They were out of sync, and I immediately knew whatever they had to say was going to suck for me. "She didn't go there to find anything out, David," Stephanie said. "We swear no one has been trying to find out anything bad about Erica." Our relationship was stable so her name in that context was a surprise. I stared at the wall. I could feel their nervousness increase, and whatever might happen, the pack came first. "It would not matter if Brittany was camping out under Erica's window," I told them. "Brittany did not do whatever it is you're afraid to tell me." Thinking about the twins and Brittany helped prepare me. The Lees joined hands before speaking. "Brittany was in a restaurant with her family." "Mandy strongly recommended it to Brittany, even what time she should make the reservations for. I think Mandy knew what Brittany would see." "How would Mandy know anything?" I asked, curious about the detail. "Mandy's a sister, David. She knows all about you and Erica," they said. "She also knows him." I put my head on the back of the sofa and closed my eyes. "When?" I asked. "Tonight." "Brittany got back from the restaurant and called us." "They kissed outside the restaurant and they..." Neither one could complete the sentence. I got off the couch and picked up the twins' car keys on the way out. I drove to her house thinking about different ways to ask the question. I rehearsed what I would say if it were true. I had no reason to believe anyone had lied to me; they were following Rachel's lead and Mandy had barely spoken to me since the 'In the Dark' party. I parked in the same place her boyfriend had before he saw me coming out of her house. I stepped out of the car and looked up at Erica's window. It was so incredibly clichéd. I watched the male and female shadows kiss on her window shade. I closed the car door and leaned against it. Something in me said it might be someone else, but everything else laughed at the suggestion. I did not think about much for the next couple of hours. The light turning on in their room woke me out of my reverie. I watched the shadows play before the light was extinguished again. A hard rain kept me company through the night. I pondered why I had never been able to shake the feeling I had known Erica long before we met. It struck me! She was a composite of many women I had either wanted or had. I rotated her in my mind and sorted her into the different pieces. Iris's innate shyness. Karen's height and hair. My mother's anger. Esmeralda's body. The wanting I felt from the first moment I saw Tanya. Rachel's seductiveness. The possessiveness I felt towards Blanca when I brought her to heel. Carolina's innocent maneuvering for what she wanted. I could not find Brittany in her though. I put Erica back together in the dark, took her apart, put her together again, but came up with slightly less than what it would take for me to scream, "I know her!" It was strange to discover I remembered every moment I spent with her. It scared me that I could recite every conversation, almost word for word. In the morning, her mother came out but did not see me. Erica's little brother exited, passed his mother, and raced down the steps. Marelin followed behind quickly and caught him at the sidewalk as he tried to turn down the street. She gave him a warning shake and looked up. She closed her eyes and I could read her lips as she whispered a prayer, "Please, God, no!" She opened her eyes, but he had not answered her prayer. She walked towards me. As I watched Marelin come to me without even thinking of turning around to warn her daughter, I learned something about women. Rachel and my mother were wrong--Erica was not too young. My mother was a wolf; pack was the only choice she understood. Rachel was wrong because she did what she had to for her family and thought it made her like Erica. Marelin crossed the street without thought to her daughter and illuminated a truth I had not understood. It had nothing to do with age or experience. It had nothing to do with the man. Some women do not cross lines because they choose to stay inside them; there are things they will not do. It does not matter that they have been hurt or do not trust you. Words do not have to be spoken for them to be loyal. There was never anything of Brittany for me to recognize in Erica. Marelin came to a stop and looked at me. I saw the door open out of the corner of my eye. They came out wrapped in each other's arms, not noticing the world around them. Marelin turned to watch them and moved a few feet away. They did not see me as they moved down the steps hand in hand. I knew what that was like, to be so wrapped in each other nothing else mattered. He saw me first. Erica froze when the color drained from his face. She followed his line of sight until she saw me. If I had any doubts left, the loss of color in her face would have dispelled them. I watched Erica; he did not matter. She walked angrily towards me; he followed a couple of steps behind. "What are you doing here?" she asked angrily, trying to turn the situation on me. I looked at her friend and back at her. "I had something to tell you," I said calmly. My restraint made her angrier; she looked to him as if she wanted his support. He took a step forward making me smile. It was an invitation for him to take the next step forward. "Did your fucking cow tell you about us?" she yelled. I looked at him some more, still hoping he would say something. I could taste the blood. I sighed when his eyes said he would have walked away if she let him. "Look at me!" Erica shouted. "Why are you fucking here?" She wanted me to speak in anger so she would know I was like every other guy. "So this is the better man?" I asked, nodding towards him. Her face paled and reddened as she felt the quicksand pulling at her feet. "What are you doing here?" she asked desperately. "I told you, Erica. I have something to say to you." "David..." she said, reaching out to touch me. I looked into her eyes, believing it would be the last time. Her eyes turned from anger to hurt. I memorized the exact placement of the yellow slashes in her green eyes. I made a mistake believing the choice was mine; it had never been. Wolves are birthed in a womb created by the choices of others. My mother made the first choice with her bite, but Erica was the moon that finally freed me. There were tears in her eyes and mine when I spoke. "I love you." ------- Chapter 10A: The Cradle of the Pack The end of a large story Those words brought my human summers to an end. After Erica, anyone wanting something from me had to brave the cradle of the pack. She made a choice from fear and a habit of emotional pain. I made the choice not to experience her again. I never thought of what could have been though. Too much of my fate had been sealed on the deathbed of the only man I could call father. "Take care of my family, David." His voice was weak, but his eyes were strong. I nodded, but it was not enough. He reached out to take my hand. "Say the words, David." "I'll take care of our family, Roger." "You're a good son, David," he whispered. "Make me proud." They were the last words he spoke; it should have been 'I love you' to Rachel. My family did not need me to be whatever would have made Erica happy. They needed a wolf: the worst of the pack, loyal to blood like my grandfather and Roger had been. Roger chose 'Make me proud' over 'I love you' and so did I. ------- A week after the Formal, Taylor and I waited for our lunch guests at her favorite restaurant. Michael, Rachel, key members of my family, and I had discussed at length the potential damage to Smith Holdings if we pursued the three idiots to the full extent of the law. We arrived at the same conclusion most corporations come to when facing similar situations--unconditional war was not worth the time or expense. The real damage was to Smith Holdings' reputation; keeping the issue in the financial press would prolong the bleeding. The men stood to split millions, but it was drops in a bucket of water compared to Michael's careful accumulation of the Smith Holdings' bankroll. The Feds were hounding the three outlaws and drawing blood. The best strategy called for Smith Holdings to cooperate rather than carry the torch. The idiots were being squeezed between the scrutiny of the federal government and Smith Holdings' party line: 'They were incompetent idiots who couldn't lead ants to a picnic.' They could have sued for libel, but a civil court's less strict evidentiary requirements would have given us the opportunity to crucify them on the record, not to mention recover some of the money in a counter-suit. Marisa's suggestion had merit though; I was willing to empower someone else to bury and twist the knife. Taylor squirmed nervously, occasionally sneaking a glance at me. The Coven had begun the process of making Taylor something my baby sister would treasure. Taylor protested the treatment until I offered to look into businesses for her; somewhere rustic, Alaska had come to mind right away. "They're here, David," Taylor said. The Coven taught her to speak to me with respect weaved into her tone. Tawny had completely lost it (red hair flying about and all) at the first and last time Taylor spoke sarcastically to me. I was looking forward to using the two wives as Tawny's scratching posts. Better them than me! Samantha Jones and Elizabeth Shell looked extremely unhappy, fucking pissed actually, when they sat down. "Why is she here?" asked Samantha, the obvious leader. She had salon blonde hair and was made up exquisitely. Looking at Taylor, her brown eyes sparked with hatred. I noticed her surgical augmentation at the Formal, but most of her trim body was acquired at the gym under the watchful eye of a personal trainer. Elizabeth was the prom queen's homely sidekick. I did not consider her unattractive by any means. In fact, she had my mother's curves in a package four inches shorter; but her visage projected a self-image forged by the insecurities of other women. I considered bringing her potential out a public service. Samantha was in for a surprise if Elizabeth did not agree to my offer. Elizabeth was watching Taylor, but my intense study turned her dark chocolate eyes towards me. I smiled before looking at Samantha. "I would appreciate if you moderated your voice, Samantha," I said quietly. Taylor's back tightened; she had come to dislike when I spoke softly. Her ass still ached from her last encounter with my chagrin. I did not lay a finger on her, but Brittany despised the tone and made Taylor pay dearly for making me use it. "Why the fuck should I care what you would appreciate? It's not like you haven't done a great job of fucking me this week!" Samantha was fraying at the edges as her husband's status, and consequently her own, deteriorated. "Please don't speak to him like that," Taylor whispered. "What?" Elizabeth asked. Taylor's demeanor adjustment shocked her out of an ingrained quiet. "His women don't like when you speak disrespectfully to him!" Taylor said looking at me. "Especially Brittany! She hates it! If she turns against you, Rachel will stand with her. You need Rachel on your side if you want any of the money your husbands stole." Elizabeth's intelligence was on display as she studied me. Samantha's eyes showed cunning and a hyena's desire to push for every scrap of flesh. "What are you talking about?" Samantha asked contemptuously. "Why should I care about what any of those bitches dislike?" I took a deep breath and stared at her. "Are you stupid or just trying to goad me?" I asked. Elizabeth stared at Taylor, who was aghast and nearly shivering from Samantha's words. "What have you done to Taylor?" Samantha asked. She had not missed the reaction either. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "To her discredit, as well as misfortune, Taylor forced me to take decisive action against her." "Why are we here?" Elizabeth asked before Samantha could say anything else. I smiled at Elizabeth, less than five minutes and she was already stepping into the spotlight. "Well, ladies--your husbands, as well as Idiot Number Three, stand to profit in the millions from their betrayal of Smith Holdings." Samantha snorted derisively at the thought anyone profited. I bowed my head acknowledging the funds were out of reach while the three were under federal thumbscrews. "Smith Holdings is more interested in recovering lost ground than getting our money back. So while it's untouchable for now, I believe they will eventually have access to it." Elizabeth put her hand on Samantha's and shook her head before she could interrupt me. "There is an outcome which Smith Holdings would consider a satisfactory ending to this affair... that I would find satisfying." Taylor snorted and looked away from anyone at the table. Samantha did not need Elizabeth to tell her she should be polite. She stared at her napkin; her brow furrowed as she measured the possible meanings of my statement. "You want us to have the money," she said finally. "I wouldn't go that far. Let's say, given the circumstances, I would prefer the two of you see a majority of the profit from your husbands' little embezzlement enterprise." "What do you mean by majority?" Elizabeth asked. She straightened in her chair and almost seemed to offer her ample breasts as an appetizer. "I would like to see your husbands left with half of the total wages and payout they would have garnered had they waited for my eventual rise at Smith Holdings." They gave each other confused looks. "I thought you had taken over Smith Holdings," Samantha said. "Do you think a nineteen-year-old can run a company as complex as Smith Holdings?" I asked seriously. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "I am Roger Smith's answer to the company's leadership needs. I have the absolute loyalty of everyone who matters," I said. "But what I know about Smith Holdings and its daughter companies barely qualifies me for the lowest management position, IF they were willing to hire someone with so little experience and an incomplete education!" I hesitated and looked out the window before finishing, "I will protect Smith Holdings even from myself." "Then I don't see what you have to offer us," Samantha said. She made sure to inject her voice with respect though. I studied her more closely; anyone who could adjust that quickly was worth a second look. "Your husbands, the third idiot, and Taylor were protected by Michael and Rachel's kindness. It is also a losing proposition for Smith Holdings to pursue a vendetta against, therefore vengeance has been left to me." "How are we going to get to the money?" Samantha asked warily. "You WERE planning on divorcing your idiots, correct?" I asked curtly. Elizabeth nodded hard; Samantha did not find the question worthy of an answer. "What would you do to possess the full details of your husbands' financial portfolios as put together by Smith Holdings and the federal government?" "Anything!" Samantha exclaimed. Elizabeth looked at Samantha and me; her eyes were trying to calculate what the word would cost her. "But wait, that's not all!" Taylor said in a sarcastic impersonation of a talk show host. I looked at her; she blushed. "How are we going to get around Smith Holdings and the federal government so the money can be a part of the divorce settlement?" Samantha asked. "Funny you should ask," I replied with a smile. They leaned towards me in expectation. "Smith Holdings is not interested in the money, and the federal government wants an indictment on the unmarried idiot." "What did Jacob do?" Elizabeth asked anxiously. "He crossed the line. We're pretty sure your husbands did not go with him, but the Feds are hoping they had enough survival instincts to get their hands on the information needed to save their asses if the plan went sour." I looked from one to the other. "The Federal and State prosecutors want to put an immunity agreement on the table for your husbands' testimony. Part of the offer would be an equitable split of the assets. As long as they were not involved in Jacob's side-trip, they would be allowed to keep their fair share of those assets." Samantha nodded for me to continue. "Behind closed doors, Smith Holdings has decried the agreement. State lawmakers care because we employ a politically active workforce and are kind to the coffers of our supporters. The feds normally would not be bothered, except in the last year a few products manufactured exclusively for them by a daughter company have seen promising improvements. A few voices insisted if Smith Holdings was to be fucked, someone had better reach-around." "What does that mean?" "It means your husbands' assets will remain frozen for the length of the federal trial... except for any divorce settlements." They sat back, lost in their thoughts. Samantha recovered first and looked hard at me. "I've looked at your life with your husbands," I said. "Samantha, your father was a major force in getting your husband ahead. Elizabeth, you've given up some dreams for your husband's career." They nodded slowly. "With the right judge, a generous reconciliation is not out of the question. Considering the air of treason that will come to surround your husbands, the judge might lean towards using the settlement punitively." "How do we get in front of a judge like that?" Samantha asked. Taylor put a business card in front of each of them. "There is a very good divorce specialist at the law firm Smith Holdings retains. He has begun the paperwork and is willing to cash in some favors to get in front of the favorite judge of divorcing women in this state. I hear the man gets a mountain of Christmas cards each year and is never without attractive, divorced female company." Samantha sat back smiling. "What do you get out of this?" Elizabeth asked. Taylor let out a tiny laugh and nodded at Elizabeth. Her reaction got Samantha's attention. "You don't strike me as the generous type," Samantha told me. "You're absolutely right; normally, I would not be generous to either of you," I said smiling. "This is also indirect for vengeance. You want blood," Elizabeth said. I nodded, acquiescing the point. "So what do you gain out this?" Samantha asked, getting back on point. I hesitated, considering the best way to present the bill. "Just lay it out on the table, David. It will make it much easier to say yes," Elizabeth said. Her eyes flashed as if she knew what was coming. "Okay," I said. "My mother says when it's millions, women are allowed the luxury of calling it something other than whoring. Is that clear enough?" Samantha was stunned; Elizabeth leaned forward. "How often? For how long?" she asked. "As often as I want, when I want, how I want," I said in clipped tones. "For how long though?" she asked after a nod. "Until two years after your divorces finalize." "Is this how a boy like you gets pussy?" Samantha asked infuriated. "Shut the fuck up, Samantha!" Elizabeth said harshly. They stared at each other for a couple of minutes, struggling for dominance of the relationship. Samantha had no chance though; millions of dollars did come with luxuries. Samantha looked away. "I want that whore though!" Elizabeth whispered. Her eyes burned into Taylor who flinched. I shook my head, wondering how stupid a man had to be to throw away a love like hers. "Why not?" Elizabeth asked. "I wasn't shaking my head at you; I was thinking about your husband's foolishness." Elizabeth nodded and turned back to Taylor. I reached under my chair, grabbed the rose-length box, and placed it in the middle of the table. The women looked at it; Taylor's eyes held fear and something else. "What is that?" Samantha asked. "If you agree, you move out of your husbands' homes tonight." Elizabeth nodded. "You don't touch another man until our time together is over." Elizabeth nodded again. "Women are free game, as long they had or are, at least, willing to have sex with me." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow but did not protest. "You will have one other responsibility," I said, opening the box and letting them see the black riding crop inside. "Making Taylor an obedient pet for my baby sister." It was if someone dropped a silence grenade. Samantha and Elizabeth took their eyes from the crop and looked at me; Taylor's tear-filled eyes did not move away from it. "Taylor chose the Michael she wanted over the Michael she married," I said. "She has recently discovered the Michael she loved was the one she lost. Unfortunately for her, my baby sister is now the woman Michael wants, the one he's with, and the one he loves. I offered to solve Taylor's problem. On Michael and Marisa's return from their honeymoon, Taylor will become my sister's adoring pet. The benefit she will receive is to be as close to the man she loves as she can ever be again." Both women had moved beyond stunned. "Taylor believes Marisa and Michael won't last, and this is the penance she must pay for a second chance with Michael. She doesn't know my sister or..." I shrugged and let it go. Both women's eyes moved from Taylor, me, and back to Taylor for a few minutes. Elizabeth reached into the box and pulled the crop out. She smiled realizing the pleasure using it would bring her. "I expect Taylor to remain free of any permanent marks," I told them. "But if she misbehaves around me or someone in my family, I'm sure the women will use the crop on the three of you as punishment." "You expect us to agree to this?!?" Samantha spat. "I'm offering you the power in your divorce, which means millions. I'm putting a big part of the reason you are here, Taylor, into your hands. Is what I'm asking unreasonable?" Samantha looked at Elizabeth, who stared back. "It is not like you're going to be my pets; neither of you fit into my life. I don't want you to be a part of it but the occasional weekend getaways do have a certain allure." I smiled at the way Elizabeth's grip on the crop tightened. "I'll tell you what, I'll go to the bar and have a drink. When you've decided, send Taylor to me. She needs practice fetching anyway." I got up to and pushed my chair in. "Feel free to ask Taylor what's its like to be in my bed when I don't like you. Then try to imagine what it would be like if you help me get even with your idiots." I could watch the three of them talking from my barstool. I ordered drinks for them and had a seltzer-water while talking to the bartender. He asked why I was sitting at the bar when I was apparently with the women. He humored my tale of offered sexual slavery. Taylor came up and sat in the chair next to me. She handed me the crop, nodding her head. The bartender's eyes widened at the crop. I looked around the empty restaurant and decided to have some fun. I positioned Taylor so she was bending over the stool. I handed the crop to the bartender. "Do what comes naturally." I walked in front Taylor. I lifted her chin until she could look at me. The tears of humiliation had been her company for the last week. "Stay there until he's done," I ordered. I walked back to the able and sat down. "Where's Taylor?" Elizabeth asked. "The bartender did not believe me about the issue you were deciding, so I left him with Taylor and the crop." "FUCK NO!" Samantha exclaimed angrily. "That bitch is mine now!" She pushed her chair back hard enough to tip it over and ran to the bar. A minute later, Taylor hurried toward us with Samantha hot on her tail. Taylor sat gingerly, not meeting anyone's eyes. Samantha looked at Taylor with some deep curiosity after sitting down. "She was enjoying it," Samantha told Elizabeth. It surprised Elizabeth as much as Samantha. "You're not going to enjoy our time together?" I asked Elizabeth. She gave me a tiny smile. I was definitely going to enjoy my time with her. "Where are we going to live?" she asked. "Taylor has a large house." "The divorce is going to time, and we don't have jobs," Samantha said pushing to see how far I had thought things through. I had not, but the women in my family were detail-oriented enough to cover for me. "The lawyers will take care of it; I believe the term is interim alimony." "How deep in your pocket is that judge?" Elizabeth asked incredulously. "Ladies, you've devoted your best years to husbands who are under federal investigation. Your husbands' best friend is facing an indictment for espionage; not industrial espionage but 'succor to the enemies of our nation' espionage. An indictment your husbands can only avoid by becoming government witnesses. Everyone feels a great deal of sympathy for what you must be going through." "Do you always use what people expect you to feel to turn things your way?" Elizabeth asked bitterly. "Have I answered your questions honestly?" I asked. She nodded slowly. "What more do you expect from someone who had to save his family from your husbands?" "What I think is that our husbands got caught between you and your family," Samantha said quietly. Her gaze on me was rock-solid. "Your husbands would have walked away very well compensated had they been loyal. Does the 'why' matter when you've been hung you out to dry?" Elizabeth shook her head. "When do we start?" Samantha asked, opening her menu. I stared at her; she noticed the silence and looked up. "You've taken care of everything, right?" she said with a shrug. "You're paying for the lawyers. You have everything I need to get what I deserve in the divorce. You're willing to give me a toy to play with. You're not bad looking, and you must be a fantastic fuck or that bitch wouldn't have enjoyed being cropped by a stranger." I raised an eyebrow. Samantha looked over her menu again before continuing, "I'm fucked! I did my share of the crying long before you invited me to lunch. This might be the best way out; it might even be the only way out. If Rachel had chosen my husband, it wouldn't have ended well for me. On the other hand had he behaved himself, he would have eventually replaced me with a younger woman. You're willing to un-fuck me. In return, you want me to turn the knife in divorce court; like that's something I don't want to do anyway. You also want to fuck me every now and then with a dick instead of the unsatisfying ways my husband took me to the wall. Let me think, I get back at my husband while being a kept woman for a few years, and I walk away with most of his money!" Elizabeth let out a bark of laughter. "When you put it that way..." she said. It was a quiet meal; the women tried to act casual, as if we had not just completed the negotiation of their life. We drove to Elizabeth's house where the moving people were waiting. Samantha shook her head and drove to her house to greet her set of movers. Brittany had organized the entire process so I drove to Taylor's house and waited in the study for them. The material I needed to read was similar to a class I had already taken making it hard to focus with the noise outside the room. Someone knocked on the door to signal everything was ready. I put my books away and joined them in the living room. Taylor looked nervous while the two women shared courage from a bottle of white wine. Brittany sat watching them. I thought Tawny was supposed to be present but put it out of my mind before sitting down. Elizabeth and Samantha looked at me. "I haven't had sex with anyone other than my husband for years," Elizabeth announced quietly. "Would it make you feel better if you started with Samantha?" I asked. "You can't ask us to do that!" Samantha said after a moment of stunned silence. "It's millions, Samantha," Brittany said coldly. "We can ask for anything, can't we?" "I've never!" Samantha said looking at Elizabeth who was quietly studying me. "Elizabeth!" Samantha exclaimed in exasperated. Elizabeth turned to look at Samantha. "I tried it in college, before I met my husband. David discussed it at the restaurant, you just weren't paying attention." "I KNOW what he said! I just didn't think he really meant we had to participate," Samantha said angrily. "Does it change anything, Samantha?" Elizabeth said with her eyes blazing out the anger she had held in since she discovered how deep her husband buried her. "If I have to fuck you, Brittany, Taylor, and every other woman that takes his dick, it will not be worse than what my husband has already done to me." Elizabeth turned her face and the tears poured down her cheeks. Samantha sat quietly as her own tears escaped. We sat in silence until the front door opened. I turned to look at Brittany who was smiling. Marelin walked in wearing black high heels and a silk choker. Her cheeks flamed from the embarrassment of walking naked from the car to the house. She sat down beside Taylor. Tawny entered the living room a few minutes later carrying metal tubes. She wore black patent leather from her toes to the bands keeping the red hair out of her face. Elizabeth and Samantha sucked in a hard breath at the sight of the miniature dominatrix. I swallowed a smile when Tawny winked at me; she looked as hot as a steam pipe and knew it. Brittany helped Tawny set up; they worked in concert without exchanging any words. When they were done, the pipes were assembled into a pair of T-Bar stands. Brittany moved back to her chair. Tawny looked at Taylor; it was not a happy look. "I'm sorry," Taylor said quickly. "We had guests." Taylor looked at me pleadingly. Tawny raised an eyebrow at me. I made sure Elizabeth and Samantha were looking at me before I spoke, "Explain it to them, Tawny." "Strip!" she ordered Taylor, who could not take her clothes off fast enough. Tawny pointed Taylor and Marelin to the stands. The women rushed over but stared at them confused. Tawny guided them to stand with their hands behind them grabbing the crossbars. Julie crept into the room quietly and sat on the arm of Brittany's chair. Tawny stood between Taylor and Marelin and pulled a crop out of a pocket in her outfit. (I thought that was awesomely cool!) She put the head of the crop on Marelin's belly button. Tawny bent the crop head back and released. It made a stinging snap against Marelin's skin; she sucked in a breath and got up on her toes. Taylor's reaction to the snap on her belly button was more sexual, but she had been prepared by the foreplay in the restaurant. "Ladies," Tawny said, giving Samantha and Elizabeth an unyielding smile. "You've agreed to David's conditions, but you don't understand all of the possibilities inside those conditions." She flicked the crop, catching Marelin on the meat of her right thigh. The crop sang as Tawny swung it around, switch hands, and tagged Taylor on her left thigh. "You can give yourself completely to David and be treated like one of his women." She turned and with flicks of her wrists caught Marelin's left thigh and Taylor's right. "Or you can be one of these." Tawny turned away from the two women so she could concentrate on her work. I had taught her how to control the crop so it landed on the edge of stinging sensation. Blanca had taught me and in our time together I perfected the stroke on Carolina and her. Tawny did not touch face or genitals, but she turned every other inch on her victims a light rose. "Turn!" Tawny said heatedly. The women turned in unison and held onto the crossbars tightly. They leaned into them a little to accentuate the position of their butts. Tawny took her time turning that side the same color as their fronts. Each touch of the crop was carefully placed until only one spot on each was left uncolored. Tawny turned back to the sitting women whose eyes could not have gotten any wider. "There are rewards to being treated like this," She said bringing the crop down hard on Taylor's uncovered spot at the small of her back. "There are rewards to being David's woman," she said bringing the crop down on Marelin's spot. "The plan is to treat you like one of us; but if you cross him or any of us, these two will have company at the bottom of the totem pole. Do you understand?" Tawny asked them in a voice centered by steel. Both women nodded slowly. Tawny sat on the other arm of Brittany's chair. "Taylor. Marelin," she said brightly. The women looked at her. There was a touch of humiliation on their faces, but it could not hide the heat in their bodies as they held on by the barest of threads. "You may take care of each other." It was a wrestling match! It took a couple of minutes for Taylor and Marelin to get coordinated enough to land in a 69 position. A minute after mouths covered pussies they came in perfect unison. "FUCK!" Taylor screamed. After their orgasms washed away, they straightened to share a deep kiss. With the initial spurt of lust sated, they took their time making sure each inch on the other's body got the attention it needed. "Taylor is not allowed clothing if David is in the house or expected. If there are guests, she has to get rid of them or deal with being naked in their presence. You will enforce the rule and any other we assign. If you don't, you will be subject to those rules. Do you understand?" Tawny asked Elizabeth and Samantha. The women nodded dumbly watching the two writhing bodies at their feet. Tawny stood up and cracked the crop on Marelin's behind. "Take it to Taylor's room," she instructed. The women got up and hurried out of the room. "I'll give them something to focus on," Julie said, following them out of the room. Tawny sat down again. "The one condition WE have is both of you must sleep with me first," Brittany announced from her chair. We turned to look at her. It was the first I heard of it; from the look on Tawny's face, it was a surprise to her too. "That is the law as it was passed to me. I will ensure you are everything David might want or need until your time with him is over," Brittany said looking at the two women hard. "There is no in-between; David is being generous. We insist upon your best for him." She smiled at me as if I were being a wonderful little boy by providing aid to the two women. "If you have thoughts of turning this to your advantage, get rid of them. Enjoy your time with David, blame having to live through every fantasy you ever had on him, and love or hate every second of it; it doesn't matter," she said. "But do not cross us, ladies. Be aware, it will not be David who comes after you in that circumstance, and WE will not be kind." That was the moment the wives finally comprehended the gravity of their situation. They looked at each other; Elizabeth motioned Samantha into the hallway. They came back after fifteen minutes and sat down. They looked at each other again and then at Brittany. They gave a hard nod, accepting Brittany's offer. I thought it was my offer, but obviously not. I shrugged it off; the benefits were still mine to reap. "Tawny, you show them to the master bedroom," Brittany said. Tawny got up and motioned with her hand. The women walked behind her as she left the room. Brittany picked up Tawny's crop and handed it to me. "Can you take Tawny home, David?" she asked. I nodded. "Take the stand; Tawny likes to receive after she's given so generously." She leaned down and stroked my face before giving me a soft kiss. She stared into my eyes, gave me another peck, and walked out of the room. Tawny's outfit was cleverly designed. She was in the same position she had placed Marelin and Taylor in when she told me it peeled off. I was naked and hard, but her words brought me to a pause. I peeled the left arm of the outfit off; it left her with black leather bands at her bicep and wrist. I took the right arm off. I stripped more and more of the outfit off her body. Her upper lip perspired in anticipation. I did not bring the crop to bear until she only wore bands of leather on arms, neck, thighs, across her breasts, and over her pussy. I thought the high heel boots were an exquisite touch. I gave her the same treatment she used on Marelin and Taylor but with more force. She dropped her head back partway through the process; I tore the leather band across her breasts off and snapped her nipples. She gasped, which turned into a moan when I took them in my mouth and sucked hard. I turned her around and worked her back, waiting for the right moment. Everything was made to peel off so her panties gave immediately to the slightest pull. I left her ass for last, using my hand instead of the crop. She whimpered pleasure at the feel of my skin on her asscheeks. "God! David! Please!" she whispered as I opened her asscheeks. I fucked into her hard, not letting her tightness stop me. I lifted her weight off the ground, forcing my cock deep into her. Tawny let go of the bar and collapsed. I followed her down. She was barely able to hold her ass up as I pulled back and pounded into her. It felt like I was in a wet furnace. She screamed as the pressure of the day was released. Her pussy squeezed my dick; I put more weight on her ass to ride out the waves of her orgasm. She came down from her high and reached behind to spread her asscheeks. "Fuck me hard!" I did exactly what she wanted. I grabbed her waist, pulled back, and dropped into her pussy hard. I felt her body give me every inch of depth it could surrender. I pulled back and fucked into her again. The fuck was almost brutal but exactly what we needed. Tawny submitted as the needful consequence of dominating Taylor and Marelin. As I fucked in and out of Tawny, every few strokes an orgasm exploded deep inside her. Each explosion propelled her higher to a massive blast. When it happened, her body locked me in place. Her pussy pulsed as an orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced took over her entire body. Tawny always enjoyed our sex but we lived her fantasy that night. Her pussy drew the orgasm from my body, insisting I give up the last thing required to make the night perfect for her. Tawny and I were lying in bed with me on top of her after some vanilla missionary mating when the phone rang. The normal sex was necessary to return to a semblance of normalcy from visiting the deepest darkest part of her sexual being. I moved to her side so she could answer it. The phone in my room and the cell phone I never turned on were additions to my life I had been forced to accept after the Formal. With three sorority sisters sleeping in my bed, my room phone had not rung once for me the entire week. After the third day, I stopped answering it; the girls seemed happy with the arrangement. "Hello?" Tawny said in a very satisfied voice. Somehow, the phone always seemed to ring after the woman who answered it had been fucked. I wondered if it was the reason I was getting even more signs of invitation from the other sorority sisters. "I'll tell him," Tawny said. She hung up the phone and sat up on the bed. She pulled the blanket over us and lay down with her back to me. She opened her legs and placed my hand so I was cupping her pussy. Whenever I slept with one of my women, they anticipated falling asleep with my hand on one of their sexual parts; I was probably the one who enjoyed it the most, but they made it seem like it was their idea. She wriggled against me to get comfortable. "Brittany says next Saturday would be a good day for you to take Elizabeth and Samantha. She said Samantha is a little shy, but Elizabeth fucks likes every orgasm causes her husband pain." Elizabeth and Samantha settled in after watching their husbands taken away in handcuffs on the evening news. The two idiots had not taken kindly to their wives' abandonment; they found their balls long enough to make a foolish stand against the feds. A couple of nights in jail made them find the light of their salvation again. Marelin stopped making believe she did not enjoy the things I 'made' her do. Originally, I thought after a few months Erica would stop seeing so much of me, but she told me her mother insisted it would be in Erica's best interest to maintain our friendship. Brittany laughed so hard she fell off the couch when she heard it. The Lee twins asked for time to reward Marelin for her selflessness. Tawny took charge of the women in Taylor's home. Samantha became very interested in making sure Taylor behaved after her first experience with the crop. Taylor got caught wearing panties as I stepped into the house for a night with the two wives. I would have preferred to wait longer before giving the women a taste of it, but Elizabeth insisted on abiding by the letter of the rules. Samantha enjoyed using the crop much more than being on the receiving end of it. ------- I was settling into a routine I thought would carry me through the rest of my college days when my swim coach asked to see me. I met him in his office the first week of August. "Sit down, David," he said, pointing to a chair in front of his desk. I accepted the offer and looked at him curiously. Our freshman season had not gone as well as hoped. The twins performed well, but it was the first time I had competed against more talented swimmers. I was a strong supporting player, but the team lacked the depth to place us in the top five programs nationally. "I'd like to talk to you about your Olympic future, David," Coach started. I sat up, not having expected that from him. He waved for me to relax. "The truth is Sean and Patrick are not going to go anywhere you don't lead them, David," Coach said almost to himself. "For all intents and purposes, you are the third twin." I snorted, which he waved off again. "I don't mean it that way; they're too close to let somebody else in. What I mean is, they don't have much ambition or direction." I shrugged; he was not telling me anything I did not already know. "Somewhere along the line they decided you would provide the ambition and drive. Those two girlfriends probably have taken over most of spurring duties; but in the pool, you're still the lynchpin. If you stopped swimming, I wouldn't be able to keep them a month." "How exactly does that give me an Olympic future?" "The twins won't go if you don't go, David," coach replied. "They really just don't care!" I had come to the same conclusion after the twins passed on the Olympics the year before. "I have swimmers who are God's gift to water, and the only way to get them to the level of their talent is to get you there too." "I'm not that good, Coach." I said. "No, you're not." he agreed. "But you are their equal in a relay." "No way!" "In relays, people relax, David. A shared weight makes them try less. You try harder." He stared at the wall for a few seconds. I waited for the punch line. "You can be good enough, David." he said finally. "I lost a lot of races this year." I said. "We had a pair of good seniors so you didn't swim medleys." "Exactly! Even on our team, there are better swimmers." "No, David," he said forcefully. "There are more talented bodies, but I'm not ready to say they are better swimmers." "I don't understand." "We've improved you as a swimmer brick by brick. You've done everything I asked, exactly how I asked." "I did what was needed to keep up with the twins," I said. "How many people would have done that though?" "I don't care about other people, it was something I needed to do." "And you will do what you need to do." I nodded. "The twins are the most talented swimmers I've ever coached, but you may be the best." I laughed but it died when I noticed his eyes were dead serious. "I'm not saying the best swimmer, but you're the best student." I shrugged. "Do you want the twins to go to the Olympics?" "Of course I do. They're the best. They deserve the recognition." He nodded. "David, the seniors were better medley swimmers than you at the beginning of the season. You improved; they didn't. No one on the team, except the twins, is better than you at medleys or relays. You and I accomplished that." I had worked hard and earned my position as a medley starter for my sophomore season. "In three years, we can make you the best in the world." "Come on, coach! There are much better swimmers out there!" "I am not denying there are more talented swimmers, but I don't believe anyone is willing to put in the time necessary to beat you if we set your goal at two individual medley gold medals." His voice made me pay attention. "The twins are the best, no doubt! On the other hand, your technique is as good, and you've worked harder for it. We're down to shaving the slightest imperfections from your strokes and building your endurance to use power where other people rely on talent. We can beat them inside the pool by beating them outside the pool." I raised an eyebrow. "Your teammates don't hate the twins, David. They know they can't beat them, but you're different. Some of them have the talent but not the internal fortitude to beat you. Every time you prevail they know it's THEIR fault." "So what does that do for me?" "They give up. We can make everyone cede the gold to you. Only you give everything in every practice. You make sure you have a good day, every day. We can beat them in their minds and make them quit at the practice pool, David." I sat back and stared at the ceiling. "Why?" I asked. "A teacher can learn as much as he teaches from the right student." "What can you learn from me?" I asked confused. "Not much." "So then?" "The truth is... if the twins win gold, it's their gold. I did nothing more than teach them the strokes. God made them that way! With you, it would be beyond anyone's expectations. You provide the work and the will, but I designed the structure and showed you where every brick had to be placed. When you slow down, I will be behind you pushing. I will be able to look in the mirror and know that I coached you to the podium." I stared at him. "I've been a coach for years, David. I've never built a champion from the ground up. You are the closest I've come. I'd like to see how far we can go." He studied me like a thoroughbred on the auction block. "You've never been injured. You work harder than the twins, but they've lost months of practice over the years. I only remember the month that you were taken out by childhood diseases. That's fucking amazing, David." He looked at me for a moment before continuing. "You've got the best recovery time I've ever seen in an athlete. If you weren't built that way, you would have been better off as a marathoner or a cyclist." He sighed. "David, we can push you to an edge no one else will go. Medleys aren't glamorous. In three years, we can build a champion no one believes is beatable." "This is going to require a lot of my time, isn't it?" "I know you have other commitments, but your social life seems fairly limited. You take nine credits every summer semester. If you keep that up, you can take twelve credits per semester and still graduate on time. I can talk to your martial arts instructor to factor in your training time in the dojo as long as the risk of injury can been minimized. It's going to be a tight schedule because we take advantage of your recovery time, but the tougher the conditions the better you seem to perform." "This doesn't involve just me anymore," I told him. "I have to make sure certain people have their say in this decision." "I understand. Take your time, but I would like to start as soon as possible. If we're going to do this, by the time the rest of the team gets back, you have to be started on the program and able to decimate the competition at the blocks." ------- I was sitting in the dark when Brittany found me. "Are you okay, David?" "I don't know," I replied. "It's not Erica, is it?" she asked me with fear in her voice. I did not bother to answer. "Okay, that was a stupid question," she sighed, sitting down next to me. "Just tell me everything, and we'll sort it out." I explained my dilemma, figuring it could not hurt. The women in my life were better at sorting out those things anyway. "Do you want to do it?" she asked. "It would get the twins where they deserve to be." She was quiet for a few minutes, carefully considering the issue. "I don't see why you couldn't do it," she said finally. "I have other responsibilities," I reminded her. "No, you don't," she said in an amused voice. "Michael sent me all that paperwork," I said, pointing to a stack of Smith Holdings documents. They were detailed reports on every Smith Holdings daughter company and business venture. "That's not really work, David. Plus the Lees are all over it." I had forgotten the twins dived into the documents deeper than I did. "It's going to be years before Smith Holdings and you have a relationship requiring your physical presence. For now, you're a threat and a promise, David. In the next three years, you're going to be learning everything there is to know at the forest level, after that you'll need to evaluate our growth scenarios." "It still takes time." "You're not meant to know everything. The Lees, Michael, your family, and I can take care of the minutia. We need you to tell us where we're going and how we're going to get there." I liked the way she included herself. "Smith Holdings has the luxury of educating and training the executives it needs to drive its future. Part of that preparation requires we move boldly and have no regrets, baby." I stared at her. "Don't make a decision until I've talked to Rachel and Michael," she said. I did not say anything as she made the necessary phone calls. The issue called for our first meeting as a corporate family. Not because I needed their approval, but to show they were my most important priority and primary consideration. Esmeralda and Rachel represented opposing sides. Esmeralda believed it was a waste of my time and effort. Rachel thought it served our collective purpose. It was not quite a shouting match, but everyone got out of their way to make sure they did not get run over. "Is it going to help our image?" I asked finally. Esmeralda eyed Rachel but shrugged. "We will have three Olympic multiple medal winners in the family. The kind of effort it will take to get you there will be evident, David. Everyone in the company, as well as outsiders, will know my sons did it with talent, but you got there by force of will," Rachel said. "There will be no question, you do what it takes to get things done," Rachel finished with a hard look at Esmeralda. My aunt nodded slowly, as if reluctant to admit Rachel was right. From the look they gave each other it was only the first clash of many more to come. Esmeralda had gained the dominant position among my family's women, but Rachel was the key that unlocked a door our family wanted to walk through. My mother and I were the bridges between the Smith clan and the Callas pack. At the Formal, I drew clearly defined roles for the men and only Michael would ever make it to the inner circle. The women, or at least Rachel and Esmeralda, were dramatically maneuvering to establish their roles and rank. It was not enjoyable to get caught in the crossfire, but it promised to offer plenty of excuses to use Tawny's crossbar stand. I particularly enjoyed the thought of Esmeralda and Rachel... ------- Chapter 10b: The Cradle of the Pack The schedule would have been a nightmare without Brittany managing my time. She made sure I was where I needed to be; helped sort out the Smith Holdings documents I needed to read and had the Lees write up synopses of the rest; and generally served as a firewall from the world outside of my home. "Don't you have something better to do with your time?" I asked her once. "I'm contributing to the future of Smith Holdings," she said with a shrug before shooing me out so the maid service could clean up my room. The twins loved that I became the focus of our teammates' dislike. They spent most team practices provoking the present winner of the 'He Who Hates David The Most' title. I chose not to participate in the basement activities of the 'In the Dark' party my sophomore year. There were several disappointed faces when the sisters learned I would be hanging out upstairs. Brittany promised the next year would be different; she also offered my lap for any sister who did not mind some action with the lights on. It intimidated most of them, but a couple made sure I knew they would make nice distractions if I needed a break. I thought my life was pretty well in hand. With the Coven; Marelin and Taylor at my beck; Elizabeth and Samantha a phone call away; and spontaneous breaks as provided by the occasional sorority sister, I had nothing to complain about. Fate had a couple of surprises in store for me though. Pivotal to the impending changes in my life was a new member at the martial arts school. He was a middle-aged master with excellent technique but sporting a horrid attitude. The instructors noticed his mercurial disposition and kept him away from potential blowups. Sparring put his predilection for physical dominance on display. Like Helen, he only respected the fighters. At six two and two hundred thirty pounds, most students could not gain his respect without a significant amount of pain. Only the young 'studs' got any credit, especially after it became obvious others were being kept away. A problem arose the first of week of October when Helen chose to spar during class, allowing the master to pick his own sparring partner. He selected Mandy. At a muscular hundred and forty pounds, Mandy was no pushover, but she could not compete against a male ninety pounds north of her with considerably more experience. However, she would not walk away from the challenge and tried her best. Mandy was almost ready to test for her black belt. It put her on a dangerous plane: not as smooth as a settled black belt but able to bend mind and body to purpose. She got an excellent kick in to the master's ribcage. She had set a trap and made it work perfectly. Her smile lit up the school. She did not look as happy sprawled out on the floor after he responded with a solid kick to the side of her head. She was stunned, not having expected the lack of restraint from a fully belted master. He intended to hurt her; it came out of pride and the desire to be the dominant stud in the school. Everyone stopped while Helen ran over to Mandy. The owner and the Brazilian instructor came out on the floor to help; both were in street clothes. I walked downstairs and put on my sparring gear. There were a lot of reasons why I did it. He was master and should have known better. I was still angry about Erica. Mandy was a sorority sister, and I felt certain amount of possessiveness towards them. He was an insufferable asshole. My reasons did not matter to the owner of the school when I got on the mat wearing my gear. Helen was angry and looked like she wanted to be the one that knocked his head off. I walked over to Mandy and touched her face. She stared at me. I turned around and walked to the middle of the floor. I bounced in place, bleeding off excess energy. The master smiled accepting the challenge and stood across from me. Helen and the Brazilian instructor cleared the floor. Everyone jostled for a better viewing position; they knew my stripes were different but did not understand why. They built up plenty of resentment towards the new master and me. Most of them were probably hoping for a double knockout. The owner nodded to us. No rules were dictated; we knew the risks. The owner dropped his hand. The new master moved, a striking snake. Dominance required a strong first move though, making him predictable. I had already thrown the counter. I brought my knee up as the owner's hand dropped, spun, and whipped the leg around. I took two steps away and turned hard. The master sat on the floor with his arms on his knees looking at me somewhat befuddled. He had not taken me seriously, but he did now. He popped up and walked to the center of the floor again. He signaled for me; I walked over to get back in the ready. The master had me in height and reach. He also knew how to use them. Neither of us found an opening so it was cycles of touches and release for a couple of minutes as we tested each other. He tried a rush and found his twenty-pound edge was not enough to counter the advantage of my lower center of gravity and wider build. In close, he was at a disadvantage. He tried to charge through, but it was no contest. Trading shots, I landed mine solidly; he could not. After taking more than he could give for a few seconds, he reverted to his bully ways and such was a serious mistake. He threw a left at my head. I twisted my head and body with the punch, robbing its power. Not expecting the instinctive reaction, he overextended. The counter punch was the bread and butter of the Mexican boxers my uncles admired, a short brutal left hook to the liver. I stepped in, moved my hips precisely with my fist as I drove it into his side. It sounded like a shotgun blast. He felt it through the pad, which only protected him as much as a professional boxer would have been protected by their training. I stepped out, twirled, and placed a roundhouse in the same spot. He collapsed in pain. I stood back and waited. I had to give credit--he got up and took his beating like a man. The owner stopped it when he thought enough punishment had been doled out. When the master apologized to Mandy afterwards, he made excuses but what mattered is he apologized to her. ------- Nobody said anything in the men's changing room; Mandy had also gone home without saying a word. I hoped I had gotten rid of the worst of the Erica negativity. I answered the door when someone knocked; everyone else had left. "Are you ready to leave?" Helen asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was taking so long," I told her. "It's okay; take your time," she replied. She wore hip hugging, blue shorts and a white crop-top, which showed her bare tummy nicely. I went back inside, put on my sneakers, and stuffed everything into the gym bag. She was punching the heavy bag when I came out. I waved goodbye and moved towards the steps. "Can I ask you a question, David?" Helen asked from behind me. I turned around and leaned against the railing. She moved until she was standing four feet from me; it was the closest she had ever gotten. "You were great," she told me. "I couldn't have done it that easily." "Why don't you compete?" she asked after I did not reply to her statements. "I won't risk an injury." "But why?" she asked. It was the first time she asked that question. "I'm on swimming scholarship." "Injuries happen, David. Even if you can't compete in martial arts tournaments, you can spar more." "I'm training for the Olympics." "Are you really that good?" "No," I replied honestly. "But in three years I will be. You're right, Helen--accidents happen, but there's no reason to invite them." "David, serious injuries on the mat are rare." "I'm going to the Olympics, Helen," I said. "I won't miss the mark over making my time here less annoying by gaining your respect." "So an Olympic gold medal is in your future?" she asked wistfully. "I can win two individual competitions and three relay races with guys I've been swimming with most of my life. It's five gold medal opportunities, Helen, not one." She studied me, pondering my situation. Helen's eyes were dark, almost black like her hair. "You let me act like a bitch all this time," she said. "I don't do religious arguments, Helen," I told her. "Even now, you're not weighing my shot at five gold medals fairly, are you?" She took a step back. "You think it's more important for me to be a man upstairs. That's not my religion, so what's the point discussing it with you." I turned to walk up the steps. She stepped forward and grabbed my arm. "You're not even going to let me apologize?" she asked. I turned to look at her; I could tell she was sorry for the spite she directed at me. "There's nothing to apologize for, Helen. There are just more important things than Tae Kwon Do and your opinion of me in my life." "You can be an asshole, can't you?" she asked angrily. I got off the steps and stood face to face with her. I was taller, which added arrogance to my smile as I looked down at her. "Yes," I said and kissed her cheek. I turned to leave but was stopped again by her hand on my arm. When I looked at Helen, her dark eyes were smoldering. She spun and walked over to the warm-up mat. Her hands moved up and down her ass before she turned and spoke, "You're just going to leave me like this?" "Like what?" She stared at me; I put my bags down. "He was taller, heavier, and of higher rank. All things being equal the better man always wins, David." I pressed my toes on the edge of the mat. "Things weren't equal, Helen." She knelt down and sat back on her calves. With our eyes, we dared each other to make a definitive move. "You were so clean," she said. "My uncles are crazy; one of them had me punching at my crib toys. I'm also training for the Olympics, Helen, not working nine-to-five and getting in a workout when I can." She nodded. "You shouldn't have won," she said, crawling closer to me. I was not wearing underwear, which made it easier to note my hard-on. "He's a bully, Helen," I said. "And you don't miss a mark." Helen kept coming until her face was inches away from my groin. She stared up at me. The challenge was gone from her eyes; she was breathing raggedly. She put her hands on the waistband of my shorts. "Do you have a woman?" she asked as her fingertips slipped under the elastic. "Several," I replied. "Do they know about each other?" Helen asked wickedly. She pulled my shorts down until her fingers touched my dick. "Of course!" "Are they going to know about me?" "Brittany is going to lick me clean. Tomorrow, she'll come get it from the source. It's their rule about other women," I said, making sure she understood the repercussions. She pulled down on my shorts, freeing me; my dick touched her face. I pulled back and rubbed it on her cheek. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. Helen took my sneakers off and pushed my shorts to the ground. I pulled the t-shirt off so I could stand naked in front of her. She took me in her hands and studied my need. She touched me with pristinely white teeth and scraped them gently on the head. "How do you want this to be?" she asked, caressing my ball sack. She kissed the tip of my dick before looking up at me. "Foreplay for when Brittany and I get you alone for a weekend," I said hoarsely. She took the head of my dick in her mouth and suckled it. She pulled me out and licked around and around my head, ending with a kiss on the tip of my dick again. "I have a son, David. I can't get away for weekends." "I know plenty of women who would baby-sit," I replied. I reached down and gathered her hair in a ponytail. "You don't skip a beat, do you?" she asked as she took me back in her mouth and brought her hands around to grab my ass. Helen did not require an answer beyond the slow stroke into her mouth. She gripped me tightly at the deep end, not in protest but to have me pause. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of me in her mouth. She pulled her head back and sucked the end of my dick. Her eyes opened wide suddenly; she looked at me having succumbed to the moment. I pulled out of her mouth and knelt on the mat. I push her back and pulled her legs up to take her shorts off. She was not wearing underwear either; her pussy winked at me. I kept her legs together as I pushed them down on her chest. She reached around and used her fingers to expose the pink bull's eye she wanted me to hit. I held her legs in place with one hand. I grabbed my dick and positioned the head against her pussy. The resistance would normally have slowed my thrust, but I had dealt with Helen's attitude for a long time. A little discomfort was exactly what I wanted her to feel as I fucked into her. Helen grunted as I powered in. She struggled with her legs until I let them go. She dropped them to my hips, easing the tightness of her body but not enough to stop her from wriggling as her body adjusted to my invasion. I smiled at her motion and reached underneath her knees. I pulled her legs up and pushed them down to her sides to spread her open. When I pulled back, she voiced a tiny protest. I changed the angle so more of my weight rested on her. I pulled back and rammed into her. Helen screamed as the pleasure of being taken, like she wanted, made the discomfort unimportant. She wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me down to bury her face in my neck. She bit my shoulder as I pulled back and thrust into her again. Her body whispered she would not last long under the onslaught; I lengthened my strokes to get her over the edge. She let me go; I pulled up and pushed down on her legs with all my weight. I stroked hard and fast into Helen. She nearly ripped the shirt off her body so she could squeeze her breasts. I pulled back and let gravity drive my cock into her pussy. It set off an explosion in her body. Helen's pussy squeezed down hard. I wanted to enjoy her pleasure so I let go of her legs and settled on top of her. As she wrapped her arms and legs around me, I reached underneath and kneaded her ass. She squeezed me with her arms, legs, and pussy. She danced beneath me to draw out the pleasure of her orgasm. When she started the downwards spiral, I bit the joining of her neck and her shoulder. I took a tight grip on her ass and thrust into her depth. She gasped into my ear as she stopped her slide from pleasure. She whispered nasty endearments to entice me to fuck her harder. She rose towards another orgasm quickly. As it got closer, she moved her hips, massaging the head of my dick within her depths. She brought her arms around my body and cupped my buttocks, squeezing them in time with the pressure her second orgasm caused around my dick. I rested on top of Helen for a minute, pulling back slowly from my own precipice. She remained still but tortured me with whispered questions about the things Brittany would want to do to her. She confessed she had never been with a woman but was sure I could make it something she would want to do over and over again. It was too much! I pulled out and got up on my knees; Helen figured out what I wanted immediately. She crossed a leg over me to turn over. She placed her legs outside of mine and raised her ass. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into me. There were drops of sweat on the small of her back. I moved around so I could lick them off her. Her skin tasted like dusk. I pulled Helen's ass up so her pussy was presented to me again. I spanked her left asscheek hard, which she protested. It turned into a groan when I licked the red mark I created. I scraped my teeth on her ass. There was no protest when I spanked the other cheek; instead, she twisted to give me a better angle to lick her. I grabbed Helen's asscheeks and spread them as I straightened behind her. I thrust forward, sheathing my cock in her pussy. I pulled out slowly, accentuating the stroke outwards, and pushed in as slowly. I maintained a steady rhythm in and out. She dropped her head to the mat and arched her back to change the angle of the strokes. I looked down to watch my dick moving in and out of her body. Her ass was muscular but had the extra padding to cushion hard strokes if I chose to use them. I felt it when her body was ready to give itself to me one last time; she moved with me instead of just letting me take her. I stopped deep inside and pushed forward. She went down on her stomach, letting me lie on top of her. She arched to give me what depth she could in the position. I put my hands under her body and palmed her breasts. I squeezed and manipulated her nipples with my fingertips making her moan at the added stimulation. I pulled my legs outside of hers. She brought her legs together and squeezed me tightly. I did not stroke; I just lay on top of Helen, pushing my hips into her ass, and enjoying the way her pussy embraced my cock. She massaged herself with my dick and moved her breasts in my hands. In the seconds before our orgasm, I let go of Erica. Rachel told Brittany that Erica was THE one. They believed it, but they were wrong. Moments like this had doomed Erica and I. Helen, in our first encounter, was willing to surrender more completely than Erica ever had while whispering 'I love you'. If I pulled out of Helen and put pressure on her asshole, she might protest but after the obligatory spank of domination, she would willingly hold her asscheeks apart. Erica was the one I loved; but she had never been mine. My orgasm began deep inside my core; I sensed an echo resounding from Helen's body. I pulled back and stroked into her, setting off the final sequence. She moved her ass, trying desperately to extend our pleasures as I emptied my body into her. She was ready and willing to clean me off, but I reminded her of the need to introduce Brittany to the new bouquet. The Coven members were gossiping when I walked into my room. They turned to watch as I stripped out of my shorts. Tawny and Julie were in front of Brittany but got out of the way as I approached her. "By your law," I told Brittany as I lay her down. I knelt beside her head and leaned over her. I flexed my hips down to place my dick on her lips. Her eyes widened, as she tasted Helen's essence. She smiled at me, settling down to become familiar with the new flavor in our life. ------- Individual days blurred and melded consisting of rigid routine: practice, class, sex, practice, martial arts, sex, homework, practice, Smith Holdings documents, sex and practice. Everything fell within the clearly defined borders of my routine unless I went looking for trouble, which I did not have to do often with Samantha and Elizabeth calling me occasionally to make sure I checked on their progress. Elizabeth was usually the one to call; she had quickly figured out I wanted to free every lustful impulse inside her. If too much time passed and Samantha felt neglected, she had no problems dialing my number either. The three idiots' suffering increased as the Feds fleshed out the details of the unmarried one's crimes. The two married idiots also had to deal with their ex-wives turning the screws. Part of the women's plans was getting into the best shape of their lives and making it perfectly clear they were my very willing playmates. I was surprised when we ran into their husbands in a mostly empty restaurant and the women publicly demonstrated how far they were willing to go to keep me entertained. (Samantha loved cocktail sauce... on anything.) The hatred of the two idiots increased exponentially, bringing a glow of warmth to my heart. I rewarded the wives with a weekend each where my other women were at their bidding. Elizabeth made me break the deal by demonstrating her crop skills on Tawny. She seemed content with her loss after I fucked her from Friday night through Sunday morning to make amends. Taylor's house was a departure from the sex at home. Once I made the decision to work towards the Olympics, the Coven set their own inscrutable schedule for my bedtime partners. The sex schedule must have been built to keep me guessing because I never got a handle on who would be sleeping with me on any given night. The schedule changed in the first week of November when the Coven was completed. The Smith twins and I were having a Saturday movie night. It was part of our monthly 'the hell with eating right' break from our routine. In reality, we only did it once a semester since eating wrong made us sick. With the Lees and Coven doing some outrageous flirting, we were barely watching the movies. The Lees and I were very careful to keep our inner circles from touching. It meant the Coven and Lees were not going to end up in the same bed, which gave the flirting a sharp edge. Tawny took the cake that night when she told the Lees what Elizabeth had planned for them if she ever got them alone in a bedroom. Like Marelin, the women in Taylor's house were on the outer circle so I considered them fair game. Sean, Patrick, and I laughed uproariously when the stunned expressions on the Lees shouted they had not thought to ask me to share those toys. The doorbell saved the Lees. Tawny stuck her tongue at them and exited stage left. The twins recovered and jumped on top of me begging for a vacation in Taylor's house. We got into a tickle fight, but the silence in the room drew us to a stop. As a group, we turned to see why everyone had gotten quiet. Mandy was wearing a jean mini-skirt and a teal spandex shirt that barely kept her breasts from making a break for freedom. She posed with her feet shoulder width apart and hands on hips. Her hair came over one shoulder and was displayed so I could see how it completed the Coven. The Lees and Smiths did not bother with goodbyes as they grabbed a pie and headed to their room. Mandy waited for me to approach, but it was the Coven that surrounded her. "Why are you here?" Julie asked. Her hands made tight fists and released as she looked at Mandy's breasts hungrily. They seemed to have gotten riper. "No uncommitted sister may deny a Big," Mandy said as if reciting a rule she had memorized. The Coven turned to look at me and nodded with reservation as if only part of the statement was true. "You're not uncommitted, Mandy. You have a boyfriend," Brittany said from behind her. Mandy made sure she was staring into my eyes when she replied, "I was playing at love with him, but I had to make sure it was over, for both of us, before I came here." Brittany moved closer to Mandy and put her hands on the thick thighs just below the skirt. She pushed the skirt up Mandy's legs until they exposed her groin. Mandy was not wearing panties. Tawny reached between Mandy's legs and ran a finger along her pussy. She brought the finger up to her face and licked it clean. She dipped the finger again and offered it to Julie. Brittany took her time when offered a share. "Why are you here?" Julie asked again. "David wants a complete set," Mandy said. "A blonde," she said, touching Julie's locks. "A redhead," she said, twirling a lock of Tawny's red in her finger. "A brunette," Julie and Tawny looking at Mandy's hair. "And a raven haired bitch to ride herd over them," Brittany said as she palmed Mandy's breasts from behind. Brittany caressed Mandy's breasts, Tawny played with her pussy, and Julie kissed her deeply. I leaned back and enjoyed the show as the girls welcomed the newest Coven member. The combination of hair colors rocked! "She's already lubed," Julie gasped, pulling her hand from Mandy's ass to show the other girls the shine on her fingers. Brittany nodded forcefully and shoved Mandy's skirt down. She stripped the top off; I sat up in my chair, as my favorite melons were made available for feasting. "Bed!" Brittany said. The girls guided Mandy to my room. She struggled a little until she saw me get up to follow. The girls piled on top of Mandy to attach lips to different portions of her anatomy as I stripped by the door. Mandy struggled again when the girls tried to turn her over to position her ass for my dick. "Please! In my pussy first!" Mandy pleaded with Brittany. The raven-haired bitch grabbed a fistful of brown hair and stared into Mandy's eyes. "Why?" she said in a voice to make everyone in the room understand she took riding herd seriously. "It will last longer when he fucks my ass!" Mandy kissed Brittany imparting the seriousness of the ritual to her. The kiss deepened as the gatekeeper accepted Mandy into the inner circle. Brittany kept kissing Mandy but moved out of the way so Tawny and Julie could spread those thick legs. Julie grabbed my dick as I approached and held me in place. Tawny reached between Mandy's legs, played with her pussy to gather liquid, and coated the upper half of my dick. Julie guided me to Mandy and placed me against her opening. I thrust in slowly, enjoying every bit of depth Mandy's thick walls surrendered. She was right--I would not have been able to hold on had I fucked her ass. I wanted Mandy from the first time I saw her; our encounter in the dark only made me want her more. Her pussy was thick, hot, and moist. I was about to pull back, but Julie and Tawny held me still with a hand on each of my butt cheeks. Brittany broke the kiss; Mandy made incoherent sounds and put her hands on my hips. She opened her eyes and tried to focus on me but could not. She took a deep breath and wrestled for control. She got enough of it to bring her hands up my body and pull me down on top of her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me tightly. She kissed my neck and put her lips to my ear. "You fought for me! I'm yours now, David! Yours!" she whispered. She hitched her hips and gave her body completely. She had a small orgasm, which was enough for her pussy to start the motion my dick I remembered so well. It was a gentle pressure that moved up and down my dick in waves. I pushed into her and thickened as I spewed deep inside Mandy. The sudden heat made her scream; her mind had been waiting for it and set off a much larger orgasm. The girls separated us when our kissing changed from afterplay to foreplay. Tawny got up and grabbed the tube of lubricant while Brittany got between Mandy's thighs. Julie pushed me back and attacked my cock with her mouth. I was hard again in no time. Mandy had another orgasm as Brittany welcomed her even deeper into the circle. Mandy rolled over for Tawny to restore the lubrication she used to signal her intentions. Julie let my dick go and guided me off the bed. Brittany and Tawny pulled Mandy to the edge so her legs were off the bed and her ass was framed for me. Mandy looked over shoulder with deep hunger in her eyes, willing me to hurry up and claim her. "Please!" she begged, vocalizing her need. Brittany and Tawny spread her asscheeks as Julie guided my dick to Mandy's anus. It was tight beyond belief! All three girls had to be involved keeping me hard as we struggled to get me into Mandy's ass. A hard couple of spanks from Brittany distracted Mandy enough to finally get my head inside her. It was slightly easier going from there as Julie kept me hard, Tawny lubricated, and Brittany worked Mandy's ass with her hands. Mandy pushed back when Brittany used her nails. She groaned as Tawny caught on to the easiest path to our goal and stopped lubricating, instead she reached under Mandy and played with her nipples. Julie worked her hand between us and played with Mandy's clit to complete our assault. I was three-fourths of the way in when the girls triggered an unexpected orgasm in Mandy. Her ass opened as she pushed back, reacting to the flood of pleasure. I could not hold on any longer; I pulled back a couple of inches and drove into her. The pain and discomfort cut her orgasm as I settled my weight onto her ass. She was uncomfortable but more from the short circuit of her pleasure than from my dick filling her ass. The girls renewed their attempts to relax her, and Mandy went with it almost immediately. A couple of minutes later, she squeezed her ass together as the aborted orgasm made a re-appearance. Mandy was right; it was better slow. I pulled back a little and pumped into her. I used small strokes in her depth to mold her ass around my cock. I pulled back a little further and thrust into her. Her body accepted it easily so I used half strokes. The girls moved away, knowing the final act was a private transaction between Mandy and I. It did not take long for her body to let me stroke fully in and out of her ass. Mandy's orgasm was more mental than physical. I stroked out and pumped into her. She put her hands on her asscheeks and spread them, signaling she wanted me to fuck her hard. I let it go. I took hard strokes in and out of her ass until she completely surrendered her being to me. She screamed at the top of her lungs as I flooded her ass with my cum and for the second time the feel of my heat took her over the top. Every muscle in her body tightened as she forced her upper body up. She stayed tightly wound as I shot another load into her body. The instant I relaxed, her orgasm ended and she collapsed on the bed. Neither of us wanted to disconnect so we stayed like that. With the expanded Coven, we discovered something amazing. I had incredible stamina, probably a part of what my coach described as my unusually quick recovery time, but something about Mandy's melons made the recovery time nil. If I came on or from between Mandy's breasts, my dick stayed hard. I was surprised the first time it happened. Mandy was lying down with Tawny holding her breasts together. I pulled back and sprayed Mandy's breasts with a massive load. I sat back to admire my dickwork. Brittany and Julie moved in to clean Mandy up. Tawny tapped the girls on the head and pointed at my dick. I was as hard as I had been between Mandy's breasts. I did not even ache; I was ready for more as Tawny found out when I turned her around, grabbed her hips, and fucked her ass. The girls experimented with the phenomena, but it proved out. However, it helped me to watch one of the girls licking my cum off Mandy's breasts. Mandy's return brought harmony to my life. I did not favor her over the other girls in the Coven; it was something else. I had a choice of two paths my freshman year: Mandy or Erica. Mandy came first but closed her pathway because of perceived commitments. Erica dismissed me from walking hand in hand with her. Mandy joining the Coven brought the original choice back and let me take the other route. I did not stray from my group; I rarely had a reason to look at other women. I had two circles, the inner and outer. It was beneficial to everyone involved in my family, school, sports endeavors, and business to insulate me from potential distractions and Ericas. The precision and cunning the circles employed to achieve their goal became obvious when Brittany's sorority laid its final claim on me. Greek organizations at our school had bigs and littles. The terms were truncations of big brother/big sister or little brother/little sister. For the most part, they were used during the pledging process; bigs were supposed to act as older siblings to pledges, etc. The sisters' capitalization of big into Big was obvious at times, but I dismissed it. I thought it was just someone talking about their big within the sorority. Even in a suspicious usage like "No uncommitted sister may deny a Big", I took it to mean that Brittany had been Mandy's big, and she wanted Mandy for me. None of us knew what to expect, especially since the invitations came during winter break. The house had been female free for a couple of days, which caused the Smith twins and I to get antsy. I was about to head over to Taylor's house for female companionship when the doorbell rang. The Smiths and I were surprised to see three hooded figures in robes holding lit candles. They entered the house and stood in a line. I looked outside and noticed the massive SUV being driven by another hooded figure. The twins and I stood across from the figures and waited. They moved around placing themselves in a different order in front of us. When they pushed the hoods back, the twins and I took hard breaths. The only one we recognized was the girl standing in front of Sean. Each of the girls had the sorority's crest drawn in henna on their right cheek, marking them as pledges. It was the first semester they had been required to wear them. The marks drew the pledges closer together, but it was rare to see a non-minority Greeks using such an overt isolating mechanism. The pledges were solidly behind the henna tattoos; they wanted everyone to know they belonged to something. The girl in front of me was breathtaking, a petite redhead with sparkling green eyes. She smiled as if it was the most important moment of her life. She took a step forward and looked up at me. "David Callas." I nodded thunderstruck; everything had been wiped from my mind except a desire to possess her eyes. "You are invited by our Sisterhood." Her words caressed me. I nodded again in stupefaction. She handed me the candle and took my hand. The girls in front of the twins went through the same ritual. When the other girls finished, the redhead led me to the SUV. We piled in, and though there was plenty of room, the redhead sat in my lap. The sorority was not far away, but the driver took the extremely scenic route so we could become acquainted with our escorts. The redhead seemed to believe she could get to know me best by making out with me. She was careful not to disturb the candle as she writhed on my lap and tried to weld us together at the lips. There was inexperience in her kisses so I moderated my response and let her set the pace. She stopped for a second to look into my eyes; I smiled and watched the last of her nervousness fade away. She kissed me again with more confidence. Her behind found the perfect motion to reward my consideration. At the sorority house, the girls led us inside. The empty street spoke to the careful planning the sisters employed in producing their ritual. We were led to the basement and seated. The girls placed the candles at their feet and stood in front of us. Fifteen minutes later, Forrest was led in by another robed figure. He waved an excited hello at us before taking his seat. After the drive to the house, none of us were going to ask any questions; the flow looked fucking good so we were going with it. Ten minutes later the entire chapter walked in wearing robes. The robes were different from the ones worn by our invitations--a sorority crest was sewn over their hearts. Five robed figures separated from the mass and moved to stand beside the girls. The one in front of Forrest took her hood off first. His sharp intake of breath was pained. He almost could not stop from surging towards her. I smiled at the reaction to his first woman, Marie. The blonde stunned his senses just as she had the night of the "In the Dark" party. She was an elegant Audrey Hepburn with enough lust in her eyes to launch a million porn videos. As Forrest and Marie stared at each other, the sisters nodded to acknowledge her claws were so deeply in him that she remained attached. The two figures by the twins dropped their hoods back. I was not surprised to see the Lees. What did surprise me was the seriousness in their expression as they looked into their lovers' eyes. They were quietly asking the Smiths not to fail them. The two girls in front of me pulled back their hoods to reveal Mandy and Brittany. The sexy voice from "In The Dark" spoke from among the robes, "You are invited by our Sisterhood." The twins, Forrest and I looked at each other. We lacked the equipment to qualify to be sisters so we were clearly confused "Sisters should have Big brothers," Marie said, getting our attention. "Strong," Brittany said. "Our security," Mandy said. "There for us," Joanne and Stephanie said. "We have chosen you," the voice said. "Do you accept us?" every woman in the basement asked. As rituals went, it was not much, but sparkling green eyes reflected how much it meant to them. I was the first to stand and move to my candleholder. She bend down pick up the candle and turned to the stairs. Brittany and Mandy walked behind us. My candleholder led me to Brittany's room and opened the door. The room had been cleared of everything except the bed. Brittany had slowly moved her things to one of the extra bedrooms in our house. This would have been the perfect excuse to finish the process. I snickered, thinking the extra bedrooms must have sealed the deal for Rachel when she bought the house; she had probably planned for Brittany to move in. I stood at the foot of the bed and turned around. Brittany and Mandy walked in to stand beside me. The redhead closed the door and moved in front of me. The candle was the only light in the room. "Do you know what we ask?" she asked as her green eyes touched me over the flame. "All of you are mine, like Marisa, Mandy or Elizabeth. Whichever you choose to be in my life," I replied seriously. She looked uncertainly at Mandy and Brittany. "David understands his responsibilities, Leanne," Mandy said with the authority of an unbroken line of legacy that began with their founders. "What do we offer him, pledge?" Brittany asked. "No uncommitted sister may deny a Big," she replied looking into my eyes. "Not even a virgin." I did not think the last was meant to be a part of the ritual. I had been wrong about it though; the ritual got across the commitment both sides were making. I took the candle out of Leanne's hand and handed it to Mandy who placed it beside the bed. I put my fingers on the zipper at the front of the Leanne's robe and pulled it down. The opening gave me a glimpse of her pale skin. I pushed the edges of her robe back at the shoulders until it slipped off. Her nervousness returned as I stared at her naked body. I moved closer and touched her neck with my lips. My touch brought out a different feeling that was so intense it drowned out everything else for Leanne. She moved her hands to my shoulders as I trailed kisses along one side of her neck and shoulder, only to move to the other side and repeat the process. She made a sound of annoyance as Brittany and Mandy pulled me away from her. "You're not a Sister yet," Mandy said softly which settled Leanne down some. Her eyes did not sparkle any more; they flared. Mandy and Brittany took my clothes off as Leanne and I stared at each other. The Coven sisters moved back when I was naked. I stepped forward, and my dick licked Leanne's belly. She put a hand up to stop me. I did, and she smiled. Looking into my eyes, she rubbed my dick with her tummy. The first time was not as gentle as it could have been. There were six Bigs accepted my year, four of them from our school. They had to fly pledges in for our ritual. Leanne had been carefully chosen, and this was her only pledge task. Leanne described how her more experienced pledge siblings prepared her for me. She was lying on her back with me between her legs. She whispered the name of the sister who demonstrated the right spot to place her legs on my hips. It had been done with Leanne wearing a strap-on so she could understand how much pleasure I would get from a virgin guiding my dick to her deflowering. She said her favorite sister kept her pussy ready for months with tongue, fingers, and stories of how good her chosen Big would feel inside of her. The pain of breaking her barrier was a token of more than Leanne's price of admission to womanhood. I thrust into her, shredding her resistance, and not stopping until I filled her. She cried out as if the sound of her pain was my right; the scream turned into a sigh of relief as months of pressure were released along with her blood. I rested deep inside her to give her time, but her siblings had done their work well. It was not long before her hands fluttered along my sides. She squeezed me with her pussy, testing the pleasure. "Oh God!" she whispered hoarsely. "Please?!?" I did not move with any of the restraint I should have, instead I pulled completely out of Leanne in a long slow stroke. She dug her nails into my hips and gasped as I penetrated back into her to reclaim her body. I pulled back out and fucked into her once more. It was what we wanted; claiming each other over and over again in the same motion that had made her blood mine forever. She brought her legs up after what seemed like an eternity of my dick moving in and out of her. She wrapped herself around me and cried tears of pleasure as her body was immersed in our joining. The loving warmth of her body fulfilling the bargain between her sorority and I was what my body had been waiting for. I took her lips with mine. I pulled back and stroked into her hard. At the bottom of the stroke, I held still so my cock could fill her womb with the part of me, which was only hers that night. Afterwards, Brittany and Mandy cleaned her blood from our bodies. I stared at the candle for a long time before their whispers died down. I turned to look at them. Leanne was standing in front of Mandy and Brittany, drawing the zippers of their robe down. The robes fell to the floor as they turned their eyes on me. I had been given a pledge to make our covenant, but the sisters had to affirm our relationship. Erica's phone call woke me up Sunday morning. Mandy answered the phone and tried to put her off, but Erica was insistent. Brittany took the phone and was quite rude, bringing me completely out of sleep. I signaled for the phone and had some harsh words for Erica about speaking nastily to anyone in my home. She was surprised by my disposition but immediately apologetic. She had broken up with her newest boyfriend; she had gone through a couple since our breakup. I agreed to meet her for lunch. I stared out the window at the restaurant, thinking about life after Erica. Another sister sacrificed her body to ensure I understood how willing they were. It had been probably an excuse to do what she wanted to anyway, considering how thoroughly she enjoyed being bent over the altar of self-sacrifice I watched Erica approach the table and realized how comfortable I felt. It was layers and not circles as I first described them to myself. There was Smith Holdings on the far outside layer; closer in was the sorority, Samantha, Elizabeth and even Taylor; further in were the Lees and Smiths; and the last layer consisted of members from different packs. The Coven was one pack, my mother represented another, and Rachel was part of yet another. We were mixed in together, moving in a mass of coexisting bodies that had different purposes, some of which I knew and others I only had glimpses of. What I knew or did not know did not matter though; the members were, in part or in whole, MY pack. In their cradle, I felt safe. ------- Chapter 10C: the Cradle of the Pack My sophomore and junior years passed with the comfort of routine. ------- The super-idiot was convicted and sent to prison. Reports surfaced regarding the effects of Forrest's innovations on the Smith Holdings' product line; pressure was exerted from the highest levels of government to leave the Golden Goose alone. Samantha and Elizabeth's divorces finalized after much bitter courtroom drama. As expected, the judge made a brutal ruling in the wives' favor. The women got half the community property and every drop of blood their husbands drew from Smith Holdings. I did not like the way the husbands' looked at their ex-wives when the judge rendered his decision. I told Ovaldo to make them see reason; they found it reasonable to move out of state. Samantha and Elizabeth insisted on extending their contract until Taylor was handed over to her new owner. The Coven accepted the offer without asking my opinion. It kept the ex-wives in my care; an occasion for which existed a discretionary fund in my name. Rachel informed me of the fact during one of our newly instituted weekly dinners. My mother had never accepted money from Roger, but Rachel believed it would be inappropriate for my mistresses to pay their own way. She suggested since the women's money would be unnecessary for the duration of their tenure, allowing them to invest in select Smith Holdings projects would seal their loyalty. The ladies accepted the offer and spent a long weekend thanking me. Solidifying my relationship with Samantha and Elizabeth was a welcome distraction from the Coven. Brittany earned her sheepskin and joined the Smith Holdings workforce while attending graduate classes at State. Mandy's transition after a baccalaureate was not as smooth. Her father was gravely ill so she decided to do her graduate work closer to home. Her family business and Smith Holdings operated in the same region but were based several states apart. The Coven decided Mandy's graduation would be a good time to disband. The idea sucked from my perspective. I expressed my opinion to Rachel at one of our dinners. She sat next to me and took my hand, "Do you remember your mother's decision to leave your stepfather, David?" I was mesmerized by what I saw in her eyes. "Some things have to end before other things can come to fruition," she whispered, leaning closer. I accepted the invitation. She was softer than I remembered, with a streak of desire cutting through the softness. She pulled away as I attempted to deepen the kiss. She took her original seat but kept her hand on mine. During the last month of the Coven's existence, they shut everyone out of my life. I did not understand why the breakup had to include Julie and Tawny, but they were determined to end it. Two days after her graduation, we watched Mandy's flight take off. Julie and Tawny kissed me good-bye at the front door of their sorority house. I could have had either again at any time due to their Sisterhood's pledge, but I finally understood some of what they felt. It was not the same and holding on to the pieces would have been worse than letting go. In July, I floated in Rachel's pool thinking about everything that happened during the year and a half since becoming a Big. School had been the education of someone well prepared. The Lees and I took many of the same classes; none of the professors could challenge our ability to work together. The swim team had captured the collegiate national title my junior year; we were favored to repeat. Helen and I had become regular lovers. She spent the month after the Coven broke-up helping me over the hump of losing three of my sexual playmates. My mother also discreetly slipped into higher rotation. The splash brought me out of my reverie. I watched Rachel swim to the far end, return, swim back, and return. She walked up the pool steps, turned around, and sat on the edge of the pool. She was wearing a yellow bikini! We stared at each other until I put my head under water and drifted towards her. I came out a couple of feet away. The bikini shined the like it had during my fantasy fuck. "I'm not going to live with you," she said. "Not in that house." I nodded; the mansion was her lair. I would have to come to her. She leaned back and stretched. The water glistened on her skin. I touched her knees; she spread them to accept me. I licked the drops of water from her stomach. She pulled my head up and drew me closer so we could kiss. Her lips communicated a desire to mate; I let them go and rested my forehead between her breasts. "David, we have to talk," she said. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me until we touched at our cores. "We need to get married," she said against my lips. I nodded--it was our fate and the best way to stake my claim on her. "I'm not like Brittany or your mother, David," she whispered. The sadness she carried with her was more evident than it had ever been. "I don't want... or need you every night, baby," she said softly. She touched my lips with her fingertips before I could say anything. "A couple of nights a week with my husband is all I've ever need, David." "Why?" It seemed intolerable. "Since Rain died..." I quieted her with a kiss. Twins like Rachel/Rain, Sean/Patrick, and Joanne/Stephanie would always feel incomplete without the other. If Rachel dealt with her emptiness by denying her nature, I could not demand more. I laughed, thinking about the repercussions of what she was asking for. She took my chin in her hand and turned my face until I was staring into her beautiful blue eyes. "What are you thinking?" she asked. I put my hand on the knot on her left hip and untied it. "It's going to be rough on me," I said sincerely. She shook my chin and smiled. It was such a happy smile, the pressure in my chest increased. She undid the knot on her right hip and put her hands on my waist. "You're an intelligent young man, David. You know about your mother and Roger." "I don't want to make any assumptions," I said smiling widely. "Do you expect me to give up women?" she asked with humor infecting her voice. "You said you only needed sex a couple of times a week." She shook her head, "I said I only wanted you a couple of times a week. It's different with women, David--I don't give myself to them." I nodded as if it made sense. "Roger and I were together twice a week... and spiced things with a weekly threesome." That got my attention! "With another woman between us, you're not my focus." I flipped the front of her bikini down. I smiled at the racing stripe of blonde hair; her clit was distended and looked anxious for my touch. I had to taste her! I kissed her belly and let her pubic hair guide me to the center of her pleasure. I did not bother teasing; I took her button in my mouth and sucked. She gasped as I licked hard from left to right. Rachel ran her fingers through my hair and voiced her pleasure. Her taste was powerful as her body flooded to prepare for me. She pulled me up to drink her flavor from my lips. I stroked her pussy lips with my fingers while we kissed. I was hard, desperate to be inside Rachel again. The part of me that had not needed the time in between our last pairing to mature was the focus of her attention as she pulled my shorts out of the way. It was not enough to be free; I stripped completely. She welcomed my lips when I came back to her. I slipped inside her. She moaned as I took a hard grip her ass. She broke the kiss and bit my shoulder. Our wait ended; she gave her body completely to me. Her pleasure squeezed my body and moistened our joining. My teeth touched her neck as I pumped into her channel, making sure I emptied into the deepest part of her being. I picked her up and turned us around. She smiled when I failed to soften inside her. She reached behind to free her breasts for my lips. I sucked and licked her nipples until she moved on my lap, wanting more of the pleasure that came from having me inside her. I leaned back and pushed up with my hips. She got the message; she set her feet and put her hands on my chest. She rode me for a couple of minutes and had a small orgasm before settling down. Her eyes were committed when she stood up, taking her warmth from around my dick. She took my hand and walked me to the lounge. I loved Rachel's ass and hips! I moved forward so my dick rode up the crack of her ass and brought my hands around to her breasts. She leaned her head back giving me her neck. She let me enjoy the feel of her against me for a minute before pulling my hands from her breasts. She knelt on the lounge and looked over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass. "I'm yours, David. Forever!" she said moving her behind again. It was complete; we were at the gate of our destiny. I got on the lounge behind her and put my hands on her asscheeks. I put a foot beside the lounge to get leverage. I grabbed my dick and pointed it at Rachel's pussy. I pounded into her, lubricating my dick. I pulled out and put the tip of my dick on her anus. She squeezed her buttocks together at the first touch, trapping me. She giggled when I separated her asscheeks forcefully. Rachel reached back to hold my dick in position over her anal opening. I pressed forward while she stroked me to maintain my erect state. I made a slow entrance into my future wife. I slowly took possession of her until the thickest part of my head passed into her body. She sighed and tugged at my dick to get me to finish it. I pushed into her while her fingers kept me as hard as steel. I did not stop until I was seated with my length inside of her ass. She brought her hands around, pushed my hands aside, and spread her asscheeks. I put my hands on her waist and pulled my hips back a couple of inches. I pushed into her and pulled back with my hands. She groaned as we joined together as completely as we could... on my terms. I pushed down with my hips until Rachel got on her stomach. I rested all of my weight on her. She dug her nails into my hips as I stroked in and out. The strokes were only a couple of inches long but soon became too much. I settled for applying pressure on her ass with my hips and relaxing. We whispered words that promised ourselves to each other until I could not hold on any longer. My cum was the ink of our vows. ------- For the rest of the summer, Rachel proved she was hiding a part of her sexuality. We fucked any time we could get together, but she said it had been so long, she was just catching up. She told me we would eventually settle into her twice a week schedule but that she had four years of sexual separation from her man to make up for. It felt good to have Rachel call me her man, to know she had thought of me as her man for the last four years. It had to be ritual when she returned the part of Brittany I gave her. Over Brittany's body, we promised no woman would join with either without being with the other. It was the same vow she made with Roger. August arrived with a wake up call. The idea, Marisa would be joining me at State, was always in the back of my mind, but I had not considered the difference between high school and college. In high school, Marisa was the baby sister of a popular athlete. Michelle, Brittany's sister, protected Marisa from any social difficulties by taking my baby sister under her wing. No male wanted to cross the Smiths, who treated her as their baby sister, nor would he think of testing my overt protectiveness. No female dared challenge the Michelle's choice of friends either. Marisa made friends outside the school's social elite but everyone accepted it as her natural grace. My graduation did not change Marisa's circumstances. Her lack of boyfriends would have singled her out eventually, except the occasional appearances by the twins and me gave everyone the impression she was not allowed to date. During her senior year, the rock Michael bought her made it clear she had progressed beyond high school courtship rituals. Abstractly, I understood the size of State would make her draw closer to my house. That my little sister defined closer differently than me became obvious when Marisa and my mother had loud argument about her desire to move into my house for the rest of the summer and live there her freshman year. My mother had no problem with Marisa moving; it was the summer thing that had her up in arms. They stopped arguing after catching my expression; I did not find their laughter amusing. Michael's suggesting it was a good idea did not help. He made some dumb-ass excuse about feeling better if Marisa did not have an opportunity to rethink her decision to marry him when she met a couple of freshman studs. No one acknowledged him. I tried to make my own butt-stupid excuses, like telling Marisa living in a freshman dorm was an important part of the college experience. I was too busy ducking thrown objects to continue. Michael dragged her into their bedroom after her fork stuck in the wall. Rachel was the one who asked me what was really wrong. I asked how much she knew about my sexual adventures. Brittany, who was there for Rachel's required weekly threesome, snorted and replied Rachel knew everything she did. Rachel made a point of it by asking when I was going to bring Helen by to keep my vows. I said since Brittany had slept with Helen I thought that was good enough. Their tandem looks of disappointment made me blush for the first time in years. I made amends by immediately calling Helen and giving her a graphic description of what had to happen if we were to continue our affair. I made further amends by giving her a vivid description of Rachel. The words I used made Rachel to blush, which gave her such a great color Helen got to be an aural voyeur as I took my bride-to-be forcefully. Afterward, Rachel asked again what was really wrong with Marisa going to State. I asked Brittany if Marisa would be given a sorority bid. It earned me a second blush-causing look of disappointment. I felt it was undeserved and said so. "You're a Big, David," Brittany said snottily. "Of course, your BABY sister is going to be gathered in. Knowing your sister, she'll be wearing her pledge henna the day she arrives." "That reminds me," I said. "How are we going to deal with the sisters in light of our engagement and vows?" They stared at each other before looking at me again. "It was taken care of a long time ago," Rachel said simply. My eyes must have told them it was not going to be enough. "Rachel is an honorary sister," Brittany said, surprising me. "Roger was a Big," Rachel confessed. I sat up and studied them. I had a ton of questions I wanted to ask; instead of asking them, I took a deep breath and held it. I shrugged and lay back down. "The Sisterhood understands the line. We don't have to hold any particular sister to our vows unless they are a regular part of your life," Rachel stated. "Anyway," I said pointedly. "Sisters gossip outrageously. Marisa is about to get a candid picture of me." They looked at each other again and shrugged at me as if they did not get my point. "The sisters know just about everything about me," I explained further. "Things most big brothers want to keep from their little sisters." "Marisa knows a lot, David," Rachel said. "She was the one who suggested using Samantha and Elizabeth," Brittany reminded me. "Yes, she did," I said. "But Marisa did not know the details. I have a feeling she's going to get lots and lots of DETAILS from her sorority sisters." "So give them to her yourself," Rachel said dismissing my concern. Brittany completed the dismissal by kissing Rachel. My fascination for the contrast between them convinced me it was a reasonable suggestion. Marisa accepted my invitation to visit the mall to buy some of her freshman wardrobe and have lunch. She understood the main intent of my invitation was to discuss a personal matter. I enjoyed the private time with her, even when she teased by making me buy her things from Victoria's Secret. We drove to the restaurant and ate quietly before I gave the waiter an obvious sign that he should remain scarce. She looked at me expectantly. I enjoyed the maturity two years had brought to her beauty. Her body type stabilized somewhere between my mother and Esmeralda. She was too voluptuous for true elegance but too slim for earthy. She smiled at me warmly and touched my hand nodding for me to begin. "You're going to pledge the sorority," I said. "They've already given me the pledge pin, and I've known everything I needed to be a sister for a year." "How?" "Tawny and Julie made sure I had a head start." I should have expected the sorority to cover their bases by making those two Marisa's big sisters. They could be trusted but their idea of what my little sister needed to know was probably much different than mine. "You're going to hear a lot of things about me," I said carefully. She nodded her head and waited. I stopped and thought about how to forge forward. "I know you're a Big, David," she said to help me along. I nodded, directing her to continue talking. "I know all about the privileges that gives you," she said, smirking at my discomfort. "David, I was the one that suggested you blackmail the idiots' wives into being your sex slaves." "You don't talk to them the way you will your sisters," I said. "They are going to answer questions honestly if you ask them." She shrugged. "I would prefer if you have questions about me that you get the answers from me." She squeezed my hand tightly. "David, I'm not going to be embarrassed or ashamed of anything you do. You were MY big brother first." "I don't want you surprised by anything you hear, so I wanted to give you the opportunity." She nodded sat back staring at me. Her first question floored me. "Are you fucking mom?" Her eyes bored into me; she sighed when my hesitation answered the question. "Yes," I replied unnecessarily. We sat through a few minutes of silence as she absorbed the confirmation of her suspicions. "When did it start?" "The night of the fire hydrant," I answered. She nodded and thought about it some more. "Iris and Karen?" Those I was ready for, "Iris, one of the family vacations at the lake. Karen and I, on the day Rachel and I became lovers the first time." "That's why Karen stopped fighting with me?" she asked, already knowing the answer. I shrugged; I was not going to speculate on the workings of the female mind. She tapped a fork on her water glass, building up courage. "Why didn't you ever come to me?" After the question about my mother, it was an easy one to catch. "Do you ever remember a single day of your life that you didn't belong to Michael?" She shook her head slowly. "Neither do I." She put her hand on top of mine and smiled. Every night I had read my baby sister to sleep ended with me touching her face to feel her breath on my skin. We did not have to say anything else. ------- In deference to my discomfort, Marisa agreed to try the dorms her freshman year. The last bit of summer excitement came when Rachel decided to have the final showdown with Esmeralda. Their first clash occurred over my swimming program, but there had been monthly skirmishes, none left either side satisfied with the results. I figured they would settle things quietly when Rachel declared our intentions at the Smith Formal by wearing her old engagement ring. There were no announcements, but everyone assumed it meant exactly what Rachel wanted them to think. The week before school started, I walked into Rachel's library to ask how we were going to spend time together if I lived in school while she lived at the mansion. They were sitting across from each other, waiting for my entrance. I almost heard the clash of swords. I looked at Esmeralda in confusion; as my blood aunt, she could not occupy a position beside me so it was a war she could not win. Rachel got up when I moved to her side. I sat down; she sat in my lap. Esmerelda remained defiant, as if my choice were not sufficient. The defiance forced Rachel's hand; insolence could not be tolerated from anyone in our family without the structure falling apart. Rachel was a large woman but quick. She had a fistful of hair before Esmeralda knew what had happened. Rachel pulled; Esmeralda could only grab on to her wrist. Esmerelda did not intend a catfight to break out; she demanded Rachel prove she could make even the strongest of our females bow her head. The kiss was long and hard. Esmeralda fought it until Rachel straddled her lap pinning her victim to the chair. Rachel buried both hands in Esmeralda's hair and deepened the kiss. I smiled when Esmeralda's hands came around to grab Rachel's ass. I could have told my dear aunt Rachel would win if she brought her sexuality to bear. Rachel pulled Esmeralda out of the chair and tore her clothing off. Recovering from the kiss, Esmeralda struggled some. Rachel stretched out a hand, which I took. She pushed Esmeralda out the library door and up to our bedroom. In her bedroom, Rachel threw Esmeralda down on the master bed. Esmeralda watched Rachel; the lust in her eyes reflected the wolf. Rachel turned every ounce of her sexuality on Esmeralda and was drowning my aunt in sexual need. Rachel took her clothes off slowly, making sure Esmeralda enjoyed every exposed inch individually. In the background, I removed my clothing to be ready for the call to duty. Rachel climbed up Esmeralda's body until her pussy was positioned above my aunt's lips. She turned around to look at me. "Fuck her hard!" she said in a voice, which made me hard enough to drive nails. Esmeralda's tongue came out to meet the descending pussy, and her hands took hard grips on Rachel's thighs. I opened Esmeralda's legs and touched her center. She was dripping as the desire to be with us overcame her. There was something about Rachel our entire family was attracted to and such meant she would never have a problem keeping any of the women in line. I spread Esmeralda's legs and did as Rachel directed. My first thrust was all power, refusing to acknowledge any discomfort from Esmeralda. I hit bottom, pushed down on Esmeralda's knees, pulled my hips back, and demanded more from her body. She screamed into Rachel's pussy as her body exploded from the mental release of being feasted on by the alpha-mates. I kept to Rachel's instructions. I pulled back; in the middle of Esmeralda's orgasm, I thrust hard to keep her from coming down. She screamed into Rachel's body as her body struggled with the end of one orgasm and the beginning of another. I thrust madly into her reaching for my own pleasure as Esmeralda's senses were overwhelmed. I pushed as deep into Esmeralda as her body allowed and flooded her womb with my seed. Esmeralda exploded at the feel of my heat and as if a current connected us through my aunt's body Rachel came with us. ------- As everyone knew would happen, Marisa was selected as part of a not-so secret pledge class of one. Nobody asked about her henna marking; if they had, the sorority would have simply indicated she was promised and not pledged. The pledge-master did not hide the fact nothing would be allowed to impede Marisa becoming a sister. Coach recruited a fantastic breaststroker, putting the team on the path to another national championship and a powerful school presence on the Olympic team. The number of his swimmers expected to be on the national team made him the automatic choice as the Olympic team coach. The family settled in nicely after Esmeralda became Rachel's chief enforcer. I was put on a schedule of threesomes to make sure every woman of my blood showed their loyalty to the dominant union. My mother was excluded, but something about the relationships between us made it seem natural. I had to maneuver to stay out of the basement during 'In the Dark' party. The sisters knew I was short a few sexual partners and getting me meant getting Brittany and Rachel as possible side dishes. They had been throwing themselves at me from moment the Coven broke up. Marisa was at the heart of my worry regarding the 'In the Dark' party. Our discussion about my familial lovers had not ended with finality; I was trying to avoid a situation where she could do something she would regret. She knew what I was up to and teased me by keeping my lap busy during the party. I thought sitting upstairs would help the sisters maintain some decorum, but I forgot whom I was dealing with. After the lights went out in the basement, Marisa's new big sisters guided her out of the room. I realized my mistake too late; the doors to the Chapter room were slammed shut behind me. "So David, you like to watch?" said the new president, a gorgeous blonde senior. I remembered Brittany saying something about the new president dumping her boyfriend in preparation for the amount of time she would have to give the sorority in her new role. I looked around the room--there were two sisters who I had seen with Brittany at the house that week. I would have been safer in the dark, not as satisfied, but safer. Marisa did not adjust well to dorm life. I did not know anything about it until the first weekend in October when Julie and Tawny interrupted a family dinner. The Lees were not surprised to see the girls. Julie and Tawny stood behind Marisa, one at either shoulder and looked at me. "We think Marisa living in the dorm is a bad idea," Tawny said with conviction. "We want her to move into your house, David," Julie said. Her hand moved to touch Marisa's shoulder. My sister looked at me, and her eyes filled with tears. "I can't be without..." she started to say in a voice painful to hear. The water glass in my hand caved. "It's okay, David," my mother comforted. She took my hand, cleaned the glass off, and dabbed at the small cuts. She turned to look at Julie, Tawny and the Lees. "Help Marisa move into the house, girls." "Michael, take a couple of days off and help your fiancé settle in," Rachel commanded. He nodded and got up to kneel by Marisa. I watched him whisper to her. I made a mistake trying to protect Marisa from exposure to the reality of my life. She had friends outside of family and the Smiths, but none came in contact with her beyond the confines of school. My family's protectiveness and her desire to be with Michael had insulated her even more than I had been. In one swoop, she lost the warmth of family and the nightly presence of her love. She had no interest in the social aspects of university life except for the sorority, but as a pledge, she did not have the privileges, which would have allowed her to wrap them around her. It would have been better had I agreed to her moving in from the beginning. Later, the Smith twins and I arrived home to find Michael and Marisa cuddling on the couch. Michael nodded as we passed. I sighed at the addition of two housemates. The house was big enough but having my baby sister and what amounted to a big brother move in made me dread the effects on my sex life. The fear was proven to be a completely erroneous. Marisa was so bad the Lees nicknamed her the 'Sexual Satan'. Having no intention to experience sex outside her relationship with Michael, my baby sister decided to live vicariously through my sexual adventures. The exact moment the inherent possibilities of surrogate fun occurred to her was easy to trace. After I returned from a lunch with Erica, Marisa was the one who answered the door to let Marelin in. Marisa knew Marelin but not why she would visit me. The Lees made Marelin explain the perversity of her situation. Later that night, Michael asked what we had put in Marisa's water. The Lees were happy to explain in detail. Michael did not know about Marelin either and learning about her had the same effect on him as Marisa. From that moment on, Marisa was intent on getting me into the deepest, darkest, most exhilarating sexual adventures she and her big sisters could manufacture. It did not take long for the rest of the sorority to figure out what she was up to and offer any aid they could provide. I was convinced to let Marisa be when I walked in to find bound, blindfolded, and gagged sisters kneeling at each corner of my bed. I planned a reward for being such a wonderful baby sister after the incident. The rest of the semester passed quietly. Marisa's pledging went as smoothly as the sorority expected it to. Rachel decided on sex one night in my house, one night at the mansion, and to let the threesomes fall on whatever bed was closest. Karen's visit at Christmas made for an interesting holiday. She had decided to attend school across the country; everyone believed she was running away. It became clear she regretted her decision when she asked if the sorority's chapter on her campus was like the one on ours. Marisa got her some names, and Karen apologized profusely with her body for having left us. Because of the Olympics, my last semester had been worked out carefully. The Lees and I had completed our majors and been accepted early to State's MBA program. The Smith twins were in a similar situation, so for the first time the five of us ended up in the same classes. The professors knew we were at the tail end of our Olympic training so they cut us a lot of slack. I had gotten comfortable in my plans for a peaceful final semester of easy classes, training, and Brittany/Rachel threesomes when Marisa dunked me in her sexual shenanigans again. The sorority had two pledge classes a year. The fall semester class was the more prestigious and usually only included legacy or a Big's sister as pledges. The spring semester class was like a regular pledge class with rushing and bids. Marisa volunteered our home as the pledge-gathering site. I thought she did it because they were her age and she was closer in mindset to them than sisters. At the time, I did not know every sorority chapter had a Book. The pledges were good looking, making it very pleasant to walk into the house and find them doing unfathomable pledgy things. By March, most of the pledges were looking at me differently; they appeared curious... very curious. Some of the older girls, upperclassmen, even flirted with me every opportunity they got. The freshmen soon followed their lead. During the first sleepover, I should have realized my sister was manipulating things. The girls wore sexy sleepwear and had no problems hanging out with me in the living room to show off their goodies. The other residents of the house were conveniently out for the night leaving me to spend a pleasant evening being teased and used as a sexual scratching post. I did not think it would go any further until they were sisters, but I had not counted on Marisa being able to fan the flames of a certain pledge. The girl was more willing than the rest to act without thinking things through. A couple of days after the sleepover, I found her in my room, wearing a white silk teddy and matching panties. (Come to think of it, she might have thought things through and being caught by Rachel or Brittany was plan B.) She was a chocolate brunette with shoulder length hair. I recognized her from the school gym where she worked her five-foot-six body into trim shape with feminine curves. She had warm, hazel eyes; they were expectant when she turned towards me. She had been playing with one of the trinkets originally left in my freshman dorm room by Rachel. "Hi," she said. "I was just looking around." I stared at her body. She had breasts, which would almost fill a C-cup; her nipples were hard as diamonds. She turned around to put the trinket back and gave me a view of an ass un-cursed by any of the freshman fifteen pounds. I sat on my bed. She smiled and sat down with me. One foot touched the floor, but her other leg was crossed, exposing the wetness marking her thin silk panties. "You're a Big," she said deliberately. Her eyes were on the outline of my hard dick showing through my shorts. I attended Helen's class hoping get a little mat time, but a couple of students stayed behind for some help with their upcoming belt test. Helen looked at my hard-on with longing as it tried to punch through my shorts but shook her head. She was a good instructor, and her students came first. She whispered promises for after the test as she played with me before pushing me out the door. "Yes, Melinda," I replied. "Sisters have certain responsibilities when it comes to a Big's needs," she said, squeezing her lower body to pulse the cloth of her panties into her pussy lips. "You're not a sister yet," I reminded her. It was the first time I had heard that interpretation of our relationship. "Bigs are also supposed to take care of sisters." "You're not a sister yet," I said. She folded her legs underneath her and sat on her ankles. Her knees were spread wide enough to give me an uninterrupted view of her wetness. She pushed her chest forward, presenting her needy breasts to me. "I've never had this with a man," she told me. "Heat." I nodded as she moved closer to me. "I had a boyfriend in high school, but it was in/out before I had any fun." I nodded again; she moved my legs so she could place her knees between them. "Last semester there was a guy but... same thing, in and out; he was done before I got warmed up." She leaned forward until her lips were inches from mine. She stared into my eyes. "But with you, I'm already warmed up." I looked at her eyes and mouth. She licked her lips. She took my hand and guided it to her silk-covered pussy. "I want to be fucked like the Book says you fuck," she said. My dick just about sang out a hallelujah. "It's my right as a sister, and my body is your right as our Big." Her lips covered mine. Melinda tasted like all the sweetness and innocence of youth. I put my thumb on her chin and pushed it up to allow me to kiss her neck. I moved my other hand over and under the waistband of her panties. I touched her pussy lips and circled her clit. She groaned, pressed herself against my hand, and released as she finally got what she should have owned every time she was with a man. She must have schemed for a while; the anticipation of her plan's execution had physically and mentally prepared her for what was to come. I did not have to spend long with my lips on her neck and my fingers on her pussy before she had an orgasm. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tight. She circled her hips as her body erupted for the first time ever with pleasure caused by a man. I carried her down the slope until she let go and lay down beside me. She hid her face against my hip, recovering from the first taste of what she wanted. I thought about taking a shower, but she precluded any movement by pushing up my t-shirt and biting my side. I looked down at her in surprise. "You looked distracted and after that I want EVERYTHING else!" she said seriously. She stretched her arms up; I twisted around until I was almost on top of her. Her tongue invaded my mouth immediately, but it was only bait so I would take possession of her mouth. She was barely holding her body above the waterline of desire and wanted me to drown her in it. I broke our kiss and took off my t-shirt. She grabbed one of the strings tying her silk teddy together and offered it to me. I took it and untied the bow slowly. The teddy was resting on her body with nothing preventing me from taking it off. I gapped the material between her breasts with my lips. She pushed her chest towards me and turned so her nipple touched my face. I pushed the teddy aside and sucked her nipple hard. She gasped as I released the pressure and licked small circles around the center of her present pleasure. She turned to beg the same treatment for the other nipple. I licked small circles on it before sucking hard. She pushed into me, desperate for more. I took the teddy off her body and took my time kissing, licking, and nibbling her young skin. I took the time her high school boyfriend should have taken to make her remember him kindly. I took the time her one-night stand should have taken to convince her to make him more than one-night. Her body told me it would not settle for just one time with every wriggle; she twisted and turned to help me get at every inch of her. She gasped and shook with an orgasm that came from treating her entire body like an erogenous zone. "OH FUCK! I'M COMING!" she screamed. The words were a secondary release to an orgasm with no erotic center. I backed off, waiting for her to recover before I put my hands on the waistband of her panties. She did not realize she lifted her hips in a motion pleasure made instinctive. She was coming around when I parted her thighs. She looked at me as she realized what I was going to do but did not have the will or desire to stop me as I lowered my mouth to her pussy. She gasped at the feel of my tongue splitting her pussylips apart and caressing her clit. "Oh God!" she said gutturally when I flicked her clit. She brought her knees up and grabbed her thighs. I licked her pussylips from bottom to top, took her clit into my mouth, and suckled it lightly while stroking it with the tip of my tongue. I did not want to overdo it so I settled in, teasing her slowly to another orgasm. She came in the manner in which I licked her, in slow languid waves that left her giggling on the shore of resplendent pleasure. She pulled me up by touching my face and pleading with her hands for me to come to her. I kissed a trail up to her lips. She kissed me to signal she wanted to continue the novel exploration of mind-blowing sex with a man. I kissed her hard as her hands traveled to my shorts. She pushed down until my cock was freed. She left the disposition of my shorts to me, moving her hands to take a tight grip on what she wanted inside her. Her breathing accelerated as I took my shorts off. She stroked me with the inexperience that came from not being with someone who took his time. I knelt between her legs and pushed my pelvis towards her, giving her the time to explore to her heart's content. She understood my intent and sat up to look at me. It took her five minutes of moving me around, stroking, touching, and finally kissing the tip before lying back down. I put my weight on her; she kissed me and pressed my hips with her legs. I placed my dick at the entrance of her body. She was the one who moved towards me to lodge the head inside her. She broke our kiss and pressed her face against my neck; her hands came around to touch my back in a plea to give her what she had come for. I aligned myself better and pushed into her body. The orgasms she had experienced helped us fit together. I pushed halfway into her and pulled out to enjoy the feel of her body's acceptance. She dug her nails into my sides, protesting my withdrawal, and dug them deeper when I filled her as completely as she wanted. "Oh, God! Please, David!" she begged, without understanding what she was asking for. I pulled back only to thrust into her fully again. She pushed her hips towards me to re-experience the ecstasy the thrust had given her. I pulled back and thrust hard. Her hands could not find a place to rest so they fluttered between my body and hers. She touched her nipples and squeezed them as I thrust steadily into her with length and power. I took my time, knowing she would be mine whenever I asked (I would not even have to ask) if I filled her body to bursting with the pleasure of being a woman. Her first orgasm from a dick inside her surprised her with its power. I stopped deep inside to enjoy how her body surrounded me with loving pressure. I ignored her next orgasm as I felt my own building. I thrust through her pleasure as if it had no power over either of us. She grabbed my hips and rode out the excitement of feeling me thrusting relentlessly as her body flowered. She pulled me down on top of her and whispered in my ear how she wanted me to cum inside her until she overflowed. She drove me to thrust harder and harder as her words affected both of us. She ended with a series of womanly cries, squeezing me with her thighs when I thickened. I emptied my body into Melinda, driving down into her and holding at the bottom of my thrust. She pushed up with her hips wanting the same thing I did. We went a little crazy, grinding into each other to get me to fill her body with cum as completely as she wanted. She held me on top of her when we stopped moving to prevent me from getting off. She wanted me there as if it was a part of the experience she had been craving. We were still fused together when Brittany walked in. She laughed at the look of satisfaction Melinda gave her. She moved closer to the bed and ran a finger down the line of my spine. "Did you know that if the two of us take a shower together and make out, it will make him horny as hell again?" she asked Melinda, whose only reply was to pull Brittany down for a kiss. ------- I thought it was Melinda's idea until I asked during a pledge hangout session what she meant by the 'Book'. There were a couple of sisters in the room, including the pledge master, so the pledges looked around to see if they could answer the question. "You're rated very highly in the Book, David," Marisa replied, taking the pressure off them. "Umm... what book?" "Every one of our Sorority Chapter houses keeps a Book of things sisters should know about the Chapter," Marisa said. "How I fuck is in the Book?" Marisa nodded in unrestrained glee. I sat back and looked at her. I knew her own nature would get her to say more. Someone else spoke up first though. "You, solo, with none of your women helping, is rated a full half-point higher than taking on all the Smith and Lee twins at the same time. The sisters just love your intensity." Melinda's smile was sultry enough to make a dead man hard. The pledges looked at Melinda with shock. The sisters treated Melinda differently after our sexual encounter; the pledges finally figured out why. They looked from Melinda to me, and back to Melinda. Rachel had made a special trip up for Melinda the night before so the girl was looking extremely satisfied. "You act like a sister; you are a sister," the pledge master said, making sure none of pledges felt bitter about Melinda's status change. After all, it (me) had been a couple of doors away for all of them to take advantage of. The pledges turned to me as one, making beads of sweat form at the small of my back. I turned to look at Marisa. Her flashing eyes confirmed it. She had set me up! Every pledge thought the fastest route to full acceptance in the sorority was through my bed. They could have chosen any of the four Bigs at our school, but Marisa had locked their sights on me. I am sure most big brothers feel like strangling their baby sisters every now and then. I was targeted by the pledges as if the medical community told them I was a rare form of fat-free chocolate that tasted better than the real thing. Two weeks later, I was lying in ambush for a massive tickle attack against my sister to get revenge when the final three pledges brought me down. The sisters treated each pledge like she had passed her initiation as soon as they made their notch on my bedpost. The night after the final three initiated an orgy that would get me hard into my nineties, I sat in the living room thanking myself for the foresight of spending months planning my sister's punishment/reward/distraction. Rachel found the situation absurdly funny and even though she said there was no need for us to share any sorority sister, she made trips down for every pledge as they ran me down. (Not that I was running very fast or running at all!) "Did you know David is the first Big to fuck an entire pledge class at our Chapter?" Marisa said with a smug little voice to the other occupants in the room. Marisa, Michael, Brittany, the Lees, the Smith twins, Rachel and I were enjoying a rare quiet Saturday night. "Really?" Michael asked to fan the flames of Marisa's excitement. There was something about my sexual adventures that set Marisa off. I thought it was time to send her down the road of her own sexual darkness, if only to give myself a break for a couple of months. Marisa launched into recitals of selected passages each pledge added to the Book. I got up when she got to Melinda and walked around the sofa to stand behind her. She leaned her head back and looked up at me with her most innocent smile. I moved down and kissed her forehead before kneeling on the floor. I reached underneath and pulled out what I had hidden there. I stood up and held in front of her face. She looked confused and had to create distance between us to look at it. "What's that for?" There was the slightest titter of excitement in her voice. Michael took in air. The Lees giggled and leaned forward. The Smith twins leaned back. Brittany and Rachel's eyes bored into me. "Most little sisters would love to drive big brother's car," I told Marisa. "You have a better car than I do though, so I decided to let you borrow a different key for being such a good little girl these last months." A nervous giggle escaped her as I waved the tip of my key in front of her eyes. "What uses a riding crop for a key, David?" she asked, watching the tip hypnotically. I stopped the movement of the crop and winked. I looked at the crop and back at her. "You know the answer to that question, baby sister," I said with my own smugness. "But what good is a key without a lock?" She tried to will me to continue. I smiled my best innocent smile at her. "David!" she said in a voice that was a warning as she reached for the crop. I let her take it from me and walked over to where Brittany had set down her cell phone. Everyone in the room watched as I pressed the buttons that would ring the lock; a twitter of sound came from my room. "You can come out," I said and hung up. I moved to stand behind Marisa and waited like everyone else. She walked into the room as proud as ever and stood in front of Marisa. She was wearing a latex mini-skirt that hugged her skin like saliva. The latex mini-top exposed her flat stomach and accentuated the fullness of her breasts. Julie and Tawny had done the honors of preparing her for my sister. She smelled of lavender; her makeup was flawless; her hair was slick and pulled back severely. She licked her lips as she stared into Marisa's eyes, demanding to be tamed. I had insisted on that part. "Marisa," I said breaking through the fog of escaping sexuality my sister exuded. "Marelin is the lock to my key. I'm letting you borrow her until tomorrow night." I held my hand out to her for the crop. It slipped from her fingers into mine when Marelin took a deep breath, further announcing her breasts were made to be played with. I reached down and pulled gently on Marisa's chin so she looked at me. I stared at Marelin. "This is my baby sister," I said in a voice I used only when she protested too loudly. "Julie and Tawny are going to take her out to breakfast on Monday morning. They will tell me whether THEY believe my sister was left, in any way, unsatisfied by her experience with you." Marelin closed her eyes as I drove the words into her psyche. "The only complaint I expect to hear from my sister is that she cannot wait for me to lend her my toy's key again." Marelin opened her eyes and nodded her head. "If Julie and Tawny tell me of any other complaint, you and I are through." Marelin's eyes pleaded with me, but there was nothing in me for her to push against. My sister had fought her way through my family's attempts to keep her normal. She earned the right to make her own decision. I moved around the sofa to sit next to Marisa. I held the crop up and looked into my sister's eyes. I made the crop rotate tip down. Marelin spun around slowly. The skirt was missing the material, which would have covered her bottom; instead there was a strip of leather around each thigh keeping the skirt tight. I tapped the crop against Marelin to stop her from continuing the motion I had commanded. I brought the crop around and touched her inner thigh. She opened her legs so her feet were shoulder width apart. Because I appreciated the tone of her body, Marelin made sure she kept it fit, in the hope I would see fit to enjoy it as often as possible. I ran the crop up her thigh until I could turn it so its face touched her pussy. I tapped it against her lips in a steady pattern to match Marisa's breathing. Marisa turned her eyes towards me. "There is a rule," I told her. She nodded and reached for the crop. I put the crop face on the small of Marelin's back to signal my desire for her to continue her aborted motion. She went down on her knees and crossed her ankles. She dropped her lower body so her elbows were on the ground. She leaned forward and back again. I moved the face of the crop to the tip of Marisa's nose. "No breaking my toys," I said and slashed the crop towards Marelin. The face caught her left asscheek with a crack of pain. Her sigh of pleasure echoed the sound of the crop on her ass. "You've been very good," I said bringing the crop back to the tip of Marisa's nose. I tapped her with it, and she drew back. "The question is, can you be a bad little girl?" I said and brought the crop around to crack it against Marelin's right asscheek. Her sigh of pleasure was delayed and echoed by Marisa's letting the air out of her lungs. I touched Marelin's ankle with the crop; she separated them. I touched her calves; she separated her legs so her pussy was open. I tapped her lower back; she dropped her chest, fully presenting her openings to us. Marelin had been a good test subject to see what would and would not work in Taylor's training. She was also being used to see how Marisa would take to her future pet. I tapped the face of the crop against Marelin's pink. I did it several times to make sure I carried what I wanted from her pussy. I brought the crop up to my face and smelled it: woman, musk, and quality leather. I licked a drop of Marelin from it before I turned to Marisa. I moved the crop face underneath my sister's nose. She tried to hold her breath in a last defiant stance against the darkness of our blood. I started to move the crop away, but she grabbed it below the face. She looked into my eyes and took in a desperate breath, unable to deny her nature any longer. She licked the crop clean. I spun it around so the handle faced her. She took it in a tight grip with her right hand as her left reached for Michael. As they stood, Marelin tried to get up. Marisa placed the crop on Marelin's upper back in a gentle motion. Marelin understood and stayed low. Marisa used light touches on Marelin's ass to guide her twenty-four hour slave towards her room. I barely noticed when the Lee and Smith twins jetted out of the room. Brittany and Rachel stood up, pushed me onto the sofa, and straddled my legs. They looked at each other; I marveled that Rachel was fourteen years Brittany's senior but was just as gorgeous. "Say yes!" Rachel commanded turning her blues on me. "To what?" I asked in confusion. Rachel looked at Brittany again; it was as if a harp string inside of her had snapped, releasing discordant noise in the middle of a beautiful melody. Rachel turned back to me; her eyes were blue flame. "Tell me that you have another crop!" she demanded. ------- I was right about Marisa--she quieted down about my sex life for a few months. The pledges became sisters and stopped using me as their flesh and blood vibrator. They settled into rotating regularly through my bed, instead of packing themselves in like sardines. The five of us (Lees, Smiths, and I) graduated college with honors. It freed the twins and I for the last push to the Olympics. Our school team had dominated every competition; swimming pundits called us the greatest collegiate team ever. Our presence on the Olympic team was certainly stronger than any team ever. Our coach had replaced those who could not accept there would be no other leader on the team besides him. Neither the twins nor I would accept the position, nor would we allow anyone else to hold it. Coach recruited the best talent in the country four years in a row and a supporting cast that reached beyond themselves at the Olympic trials. The coach's grand scheme worked. I was considered one of the most intimidating forces in swimming, and not because of talent, but for my unwillingness to swerve from absolute commitment. The twins never had real competitors; when we swam together the question was whether anyone COULD challenge and not if someone would. The Olympics were in Japan, which afterwards our families were grateful for. The time differential between the States and Japan meant people watched the Games on tape delay. The results were available before they got to see the competition, leaving most people disinterested. They watched 'their' sports so our legacy was one for Asian viewers and swimmers. Nevertheless, we fulfilled our destiny. No one challenged the coach's choice for the relay teams. The twins and I had swum together since we were six. We were better as a pack than we could ever be as individuals. Team members tried physical challenges in the pool or political ones with the US Olympic Committee, but our relay history spoke for itself. Sean had moved to specialize in freestyle and brought home golds in the 50, 200, and 400 meter races. Patrick got his individual golds in 100 and 200 meter backstroke, plus the 100 meter freestyle. I took the 200 and 400 individual medleys. The most satisfying of our victories were the relays. We were the most successful male Olympic swimming team ever and did not even make it to the cover of Sports Illustrated. Esmeralda, surprisingly enough considering hard she fought against their fruition, was the proudest of our accomplishments. She made sure Rachel's library was a shrine to our athletic success. Watching the women gather in the room made it seem like the medals were tribute for them. I mentioned it one day, as one every female in the room nodded. I did not live the Olympic experience to the fullest like the twins did. Their experience was different because of their blonde good looks and ability to speak Japanese fluently. Part of their traditional martial arts training included language instruction because Roger and Michael had been taught in that fashion. The twins had taken Japanese as a second major to further improve their linguistic skills. We arrived in Japan to cameras flashing and news people yelling. Our translators were in the back of the plane; feeling comfortable somehow, the twins talked for us. Hearing only slightly accented Japanese (the women thought it made the twins MORE attractive) coming out of Aryan poster children made most of the country fall in love with them. The twins became a part of the Japanese TV sports casting team before the Olympics even started. After the games, especially with a combined twelve gold medals, they were celebrities. They got offers to do commercials from over twenty companies. Something about the people and country made them comfortable socially for the first time in their lives; before the Games ended, they announced their intention to change their graduate school plans to a school in Japan. The Lees took it well; I took them aside and asked what their plans were. I could feel their hearts tearing when they said it was a part of the journey Sean and Patrick had to take alone. They stayed through summer to help the the boys get settled. Sean and Patrick's decision to stay in Japan was another reason our popularity never flourished at home. I was a little lost after their announcement, but I knew it was the right decision for the all of us. Our coach had been right, the Smiths followed where I led, but I was going in a different direction. An ocean apart for a few years was what we needed to grow outside the confines of our conspiracy against the world. Rachel was shattered. She stayed for the rest of the summer with the twins; my mother and I also stayed past the end of the Games. She told me I needed the time off to settle into a more mundane schedule. The twins and I laughed when we showed for practice the morning after the closing ceremonies. Coach sat us down to talk about making a second Olympic appearance, but it had never been in our plans. He knew about the twins' decision to stay and congratulated them on their success. He asked if I was interested in an assistant coaching position. I talked to him without the twins present and had to agree that sixteen years of my life was not something I could give up easily. Real coaching was not in my future, but I would never leave the pool behind. With some sort of schedule pre-established, I settled into my first real vacation. I had to comfort Rachel through a great deal of it though. My responsibility in the comforting seemed to be having sex with her more often than usual. I believe my mother took care of the real comforting. I do not know if what happened was a reward the way Lees rewarded the Smiths for their tribute, or if it was my blood's final seal of approval on the vows Rachel and I had taken. My mother, Rachel, and I were having dinner in a quiet, out of the way, restaurant the twins suggested. The screens closed us off from everyone and sitting close together, speaking only in whispers, made it even more intimate. No one I knew drank alcohol heavily so when the women looked at each other and ordered a third glass of wine, the warning bells went off. The kisses cinched it. Rachel kissed me; while we were demonstrative in our family social group, we had never shared a kiss like that in front of anyone who was about to be ravaged by our sexual hunger. My mother pulled my face to her and kissed me with the same need. I did not know what was happening, but my hand moved to her ass as I deepened the kiss. The force inside of her was calling me, and I had never had an alternative to answering. Rachel turned my face back to her but crawled over me to kiss my mother. It was the kiss of lovers, who have discovered something new so powerful their clothing will not survive the fire of their passion. I dropped a pile of cash on the table and separated them forcefully. They turned to me with identical anger in their eyes; my will obliterated any protest. It had not been a fantasy or even a passing fancy. My sex life with Rachel was ritualized and controlled, no less passionate for it though. It was apparent she kept her sexuality trapped inside the cage of Rain's loss. To see the dominant females in my life kiss openly was too much. I dragged them out of the restaurant and towards our hotel. People got out of my way as if I were leading an escaped lioness and wolf-bitch back to their cages by the force of will alone. I stood in front of my bed and looked at them. I contemplated how long this threesome must have been a fantasy for them. I had been my mother's only male lover since I was fifteen. Rachel and I had been each other's future since the death of her husband. I smiled as they stripped while I held a fistful of each woman's hair. They were beyond caring about the details as long as we followed the agreement between Rachel and I down to the last letter and dot. I did not think about it, just acted. My mother was lost in her wolf identity and Rachel was more involved than ever. I threw them on the bed. They bounced into each other's arms and locked lips. They had been lovers so long their movement was like water raging down a waterfall: grace, symmetry, and the relentless power of nature. Neither was supreme in the kiss; both reached fingers to caress lower lips at the same time. Thighs spread in preparation for those questing digits. The kisses deepened as touches that came with years of practice gave what was needed to the other. They came at the same time, so much so it seemed they shared the same orgasm. They shared the same purpose at least; when the stake of pleasure was driven through their want, they turned to me. They moved in unison again; four hands pulled me from my past and towards my future. I was naked before my back touched the bed, but I could not say how it happened. Hands guided mine to where caresses were desired; lips kissed exposed skin... theirs and mine; nerves were jump-started to meet the demand of pleasure. I was pushed to the top of the bed; each straddled a thigh. My arms were pinned out from my body. They kissed me, nearly to the end of my life. They moved away from my lips together; Rachel took the right side, my mother the left. They kissed, nibbled, bit, and tongued my body, except for my cock and balls. I was hard, almost angrily so. The women rolled me over and gave the same treatment to my back. They scored my buttocks with their teeth and reached underneath to share a grip on my dick. I pushed up to my knees; they stroked my cock in a unity I doubted even the Lees could have managed. They used their hold to turn me to my back. I thought I would have a breather, but two mouths touched my dick. They took their lips away and washed me with their tongues. Their hair melded in a union of blonde and black. I could not tell if my mother was licking my balls or if it was Rachel who gently suckled the head of my dick. I could not tell when either did anything! I could only feel the pleasure they were getting from a fantasy becoming reality. I thickened. They got out of the way. I growled as my body felt the waste of cumming on my stomach. They worked me to draw out another pair of shots. The anger died when they drank from me as if that too had been a part of their fantasy. Something in Rachel broke free. I doubted the three of us would experience a repetition of that night, unless whatever Rachel kept caged broke its chain to feed again. It chased us to heights of crazed lust even I was shocked by. Early in the morning, as the world slept around us, the passion made a final surge. They were on their stomachs between my legs, loving each other around my aching erection. It was neither cold nor hot like the pleasure that had come earlier. It was slow, calm, and warm, like sharing heat on a cold night. They decided on how the last act would be played out. It was appropriate to end as it had begun. I came again, but without the volume I released the first time. They did not care; they touched the thick liquid with fingertips and played in it while looking at each other. I stared at the ceiling and thought about Rachel. She gave herself completely two nights a week, saying it was all she could take. The words were lies; but they were lies told to herself so I could do nothing about it. Someday day though... The twins and Rachel saw my mother and me to the airport. Rachel told me when she would be home as if I were already her husband. We had made our vows to family and blood; what difference could the church and state make? From our kiss goodbye on, Rachel was my wife. ------- Chapter 10D: The Cradle of the Pack Adjusting to life without Sean and Patrick could have been easier. The Lees assured me the Smiths did not plan to live in Japan the rest of their lives. Part of the problem was not having any male peers. Michael was more of a big brother, and my blood looked to me for leadership. There was no one with whom I could pass the time with meaningless bullshit. I also suffered from being the only returning hero. Every family member, sorority sister, friend, and acquaintance watched the Games religiously. I spent the rest of the summer trying to get out from under the flood of naked female bodies. It did not help that my mother, Rachel, and Marisa found it amusing to stand on my head whenever I managed to get above the naked fray. Nothing that great lasts forever unfortunately, the Lees returning from Japan brought normality back into my life. Brittany did not stay over the first night; the Lees and I talked until it was dark out. They were tearful but would be okay. Later, I was reading on my bed when they came in. They crawled onto the bed; it was like our first summer at college. I was lost without the strict schedule of my pre-Olympic life. I had not taken summer classes because of the Games; I was still a student of Smith Holdings with no managerial responsibilities; and my swimming practice had been reduced to an exercise program. My responsibilities as an assistant coach were minor and only required my presence during morning practice. I was not interested in competing in martial arts tournaments so had no reason to increase my time at the school. Helen ostensibly disagreed and picked me up for extra classes, but it was obviously a play for more time in my bed. Sensitive to the Lee's needs, the women maintained to a sexual schedule benefiting everyone. No one discussed it with me, which was par for course. Rachel had her three nights a week. After our experience with my mother in Japan, I could sense she spent nights pacing in her house like a caged lioness. The Lees got two nights a week. We expanded the lines of our friendship and learned how to share meaningless bullshit. They were fascinated by the act, but it became increasingly obvious they were only faking the meaningless part. Every night I spent with them until the Smiths came home ended up in tears. Brittany insisted on one night a week to herself if she was not the third leg of Rachel's weekly threesome. I had more women than evenings so I had many multiple-somes. The women knew there was no replacing the females closest to me, but it seemed to free them rather than causing unreasonable demands. I thought the number of women and the lack of quality time should have caused more problems. I asked Brittany, the Lees, and Marisa about it when we were out to dinner. "David, you're not sleeping with a lot of women," Brittany replied. To which, I snorted. "Wait," she said putting up a hand to stop me from saying anything. "You're sleeping with Rachel, your mother, and me on a weekly basis." She said it so nonchalantly I barely noticed she had no problem with the relationship with my mother. "We're all lovers though." I nodded before doing a double-take and looking at her hard. "Yes, David..." Marisa said with a smirk. "Mom gets into Brittany's panties, too." I bit my tongue. "To be honest, we're more romantically involved with each other than with you. Plus we get the time with you we want, when we want it," Brittany said with a smile at having pulled something over on me. I thought getting Brittany and my mother in the same bed would not be as difficult as Rachel and my mother. "The rest of the women in your family are only involved through Rachel's threesomes. Esmy is different, but the two of you are more opportunistic partners than lovers." "Esmy?!" I asked. "Fucking her too!" the Lees chimed. I looked at Brittany; for some reason Esmeralda and Brittany surprised me. Marisa almost fell out of her seat from laughing so hard. Brittany shrugged as if to ask, 'What do you expect from me?' "Anyway!" she said pointedly at Marisa to make her stop laughing. "You also have Elizabeth, Samantha, and Taylor." I was not going to open my mouth again until she was done. I was aware of the ripples going on between the women in my life, but I did not bother with the details of their interactions. "But you own them." "I don't own them!" I said, breaking my promise to keep quiet. It was apparent Brittany was taking more Rachel lessons as evidenced by her uncanny ability to imitate and execute Rachel's irritating technique of goading me into a reaction. "You own them," Marisa said in a voice brooking no argument. "Elizabeth and Samantha are RICH. They are also still lost from what their husbands did; you make them feel safe." I looked around the room. "Can we play with them again?" the Lees asked me quietly. "Huh?" "Elizabeth and Samantha are loyal, David. When you allowed them to participate in the Smith Holdings project, they locked themselves down. They only know you don't mind if Rachel and I play with their pretty little pussies. The twins have been with them but only with the Smiths there, no one knows how you would feel about just Joanne and Stephanie." I stared at the Lees. "Not Rachel, Brittan, y or my mother," I told them. There were lines we could not cross. They nodded; I shook my head wondering about the intelligence of allowing the Lees oversight of the women in Taylor's house. I did not doubt they would be the dominant females, but they were sure to rub off on Samantha and Elizabeth. It was not a wholly unpleasant thought, plus granting their wish would win me some bonus points with the women. "We make sure every woman in your bed understands the rules," Brittany continued, "They can agree to abide by them or walk. Your preference for Sisters helps." "So the women most likely to catch your eye are already willing to leave female trouble at the door," Marisa said with more of her baby sister smugness. "Think of it this way, BIG brother. For most of the women, you're like that vibrator in the bottom drawer; it's the perfect size and buzzes just right. A girl only brings it out on special occasions or emergencies. By the way, Melinda is coming over tonight; no special occasion, no emergency but sometimes a girl needs to be buzzed right." It did not help that the other women were nodding agreement with Marisa's metaphor. I sat back and looked at Brittany. "Melinda and me?" she asked, giving the corner of her mouth a brief touch with her tongue. I shrugged. My sex life during graduate school resembled a Victorian dance. The women who got by the controlling females made it on my dance card. Realistically, it had been like that for quite a while, but after the Olympics, the rules of the game were publicly acknowledged by all. Rachel, Brittany, my mother, and even Marisa were playing their own game with the women wanting to dance, but it did not interfere with my pleasure so, again, I did not get involved. I had more important things to worry about after Michael announced to the 'young set' (the Lees, Brittany, and I) that our first responsibility out of graduate school would be to set up a joint R&D venture between Smith Holdings and David Forrest. The elder set had decided giving Forrest his own sandbox was the best way to deal with the difficulties of genius. We had to do all of the work, from selecting a site to controlling Forrest. Michael made his announcement two weeks into our first year of graduate school. He believed practical experience would enhance our studies. The Lees and I thought he was crazy; but the first thing we learned was to use Brittany efficiently. Her experience as a Smith Holdings administrative and executive assistant got us through some of the rougher spots after we wised up and listened to her. She even got other executives to work around our schedules. Everyone knew I was the heir apparent, but Michael gave strict instructions to treat me like any fresh out of business school junior manager. I could not lean on anyone to accommodate the Lees and me without forcing them to openly contravene Michael. Brittany dealt with assistants who were more interested in things running smoothly and making sure their bosses did not run afoul of our administrative assistant's long memory. (They understood, someday Brittany would hold the keys to my time.) Our biggest problem was controlling Forrest. He wanted to spend money on a good site and equipment, like we had a blank check. The Lees got sick of him fairly quickly; they decided he should be someone else's headache and recruited the blast from his past, Marie. She was our company's first hire; though, Michael burst our bubble by pointing out there was no actual company yet. He did approve of hiring Marie after we convinced him, regardless of our efforts with the R&D company, Smith Holdings needed someone who could manage Forrest. There were quite a few bumps, but in December of our second year at graduate we toasted the elder set unanimously approving our business plan. We were also celebrating Michael's decision to let us to run the company. We had another long, tough year ahead but were looking forward to it. Marie chose our celebration to tell us what Forrest had been working on for years. The women were ecstatic; while they got more details from Marie, I formulated the basic structure of a business plan to take advantage of Forrest's efforts. Rachel's arrival interrupted our celebration. She walked in smiling happily. The Smith twins had returned to Japan after a brief visit; it usually took her much longer to recover. Sean and Patrick flourished in Japan. Early on, they landed recurring spots on a popular talk show. The high ratings the program garnered convinced the rest of the Japanese entertainment industry Smith Twin Mania was real. The twins made more commercials and celebrity appearances. Their latest project was a show for MTV-Japan. They were confident in its success but were on a tight promotional schedule, which would keep them away for Christmas. The Lees took it hard and seemed desperate to dive into the next step of building our new company. Rachel did not have that avenue of escape, making her jubilance surprising. She strutted meaningfully into my bedroom. "That's my signal to finish the celebration with my man," Marie announced. As expected, she immediately recouped Forrest's attention upon returning to his life. The Lees had taken Forrest shopping for an engagement ring a week earlier; they smiled knowing Marie's business celebration would be superseded by a personal one. The Lees also exited stage left, telling me they wanted to celebrate with Samantha, Elizabeth, and Taylor. Brittany asked me for a couple of minutes with Rachel so I got a drink of water. I drank it slowly, staring out the window. Things were about to change. The next semester would be the last of my formal education and the first of my experience with being in charge of a Smith Holdings' chess piece. Forrest owned a part of the company but only as a financial incentive. He enjoyed college and wanted to teach. His plans drove our choice for a site; Marie turned it into an asset by establishing a relationship with State even before opened Smith Holdings' piggy bank. She planned to recruit the best scientists, assistants, and support staff from State graduates and professors; the school would in turn use the new company as a means of attracting the best young minds in the country. I had to toast Marie. Undoubtedly, she helped construct the path of Forrest's research from their initial meeting. Smith Holdings would happily fund any research for its own sake to keep him busy while we took advantage of his initial efforts if they proved true. The Lees and Marie had talked a little about what Smith Holdings could do with the results of Forrest's research before Rachel arrived. I disagreed with them. I did not doubt they would come around to my way of thinking eventually; my plan brought more security to our families. We would be giving up a lot in profit, but with that sacrifice, many powerful people would be convinced the continued happiness of my pack was in their best interests. I nodded to the moon before picking up the phone. I had been thinking about making the offer but held back. Forrest's research and my nascent plans made for a perfect opportunity to tie the women closer to me. "Hello?" "Please get Samantha and Elizabeth on the phone," I instructed. "Yes, David," Taylor replied politely. "Hello?" Samantha said brightly into the phone a minute later. "Put me on speaker and ask Taylor to step out of the room," I told her. She executed my instructions before asking what was up. I offered to sell each shares equal to Forrest's portion in the new Smith Holdings R&D Company. Before they answered, I explained what Forrest's plans were and on how I thought we would best take advantage of his success. I stopped doubting anything Forrest said he could do after interviewing Smith Holdings employees on his improvements to our product lines. Marie confirmed enough work was done to begin Q&A and introducing the elder set to our company's first product. There would be screaming about my plans but in the end I was the one chosen to make those decisions, even if Forrest had made it necessary for me to step forward more forcefully than expected. "David, you're giving up billions," Samantha said quietly. "But we will be untouchable." "YEAH!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "The feds will run background checks that include invasive anal probes for anyone wanting to date our janitors if you take this route." "You're right though," Samantha said speculating aloud. "It will be in the country's best interest to keep us safe and secure." "Do you want to buy in?" I asked. "Why?" Elizabeth asked in the same tone she used when I offered to serve their husbands up on a sacrificial plate. "Marisa says I own you." "She's right," Samantha said with no hint of the protest she once exhibited to being under my thumb. "So what happens if we're successful, and you own a part of the critical ingredient to my plans?" There was silence on the other side. "We'd do anything for you," Elizabeth's voice was cold, emotionless, as if I had triggered something deep inside her, which did not use emotion. "Would you marry and bear the children of a man I chose for you?" Again there was silence. "Yes," Samantha answered in the same cold voice. "They will be good men, who I need to be a part of our family. Marriage to you will make them ours." "Do you have anyone in mind?" Samantha asked, with as much curiosity as she might ask if I had anyone in mind to clean storm drains. "Not yet, but Michael taught me to plan for certain contingencies. Smith Holdings needed your husbands once. Next time, you will give me much firmer control of them." "You're giving us an opportunity at billions as a contingency?" Samantha asked amazed. "No," I said quietly. "Then what?" she asked. "You belong to me?" "Yes," they replied together. "I don't need another reason." The silence was filled with their confusion and consideration. I made them wolves so they did not understand as one born into their nature would have. If they earned enough of Esmeralda's trust for her to suggest using them like blood females, they deserved the offer. "You agree with Esmeralda?" Rachel asked from behind me after I hung up the phone. I turned around; my jaw dropped. Rachel and I spent only the nights we had sex together. Neither of us bothered with formalities like lingerie so seeing her in a floor-length, cream, silk nightgown was a shock to my senses. She spent the time in the bedroom preparing the effect, and my body was telling me removing the gown inch by inch was the best way to proceed. Rachel smiled knowing she was a part of every sexual cell in my body. She built my fantasies of her painstakingly and was very proud of her work. Her nipples hardened as I stared at her; she was mine and the excitement of her body was mine to. She swayed towards me as my eyes lost focus. Her perfume hit me like a wall; I closed my useless eyes. She kissed me gently, letting me breathe in the scent of her. "You've been mine forever," she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her and hated the silk for not being as smooth as her skin. Our kiss burned and quenched at the same time. Forgetting her question, she guided me into my bedroom. Brittany was lying on the bed wearing the same style gown in black. She had prepared herself too but looked confused. Rachel let go of my hand and got on the bed with Brittany. She maneuvered Brittany so her head was on Rachel's lap. They let me have a couple of minutes to admire them. "We're going to get married this summer." Rachel said finally. I sat down at my recliner. Since Rachel and I had become lovers for the second time, I learned to recognize the voice she was using. Rebar, structural steel, gave her words almost solid form. She rarely used it, but every time she had I wished I were sitting down. I smiled and nodded for her to continue. I benefited each time she used her commanding voice so I was sure whatever she planned would be in my best interest. The first night with Esmeralda and Rachel came to mind as one of those best interests. "I want our baby to be born nine months after we're married," Rachel said. "Won't that be risky for you?" I asked. She was sixteen years my senior, which would put her at forty when she had the child. "The doctor says I have fantastic genes; physiologically, I'm younger than most women in their late twenties." Her workout regimen, diet, and money aided her effort to stay young naturally. She did not believe in plastic surgery, but weekly spa visits were good for more than her mental health. "As I remember it, the doctor said having a child was impossible for me." "No, David," Rachel replied. "The odds were barely measurable, but it was over a decade ago when they made the prognosis." "Barely measurable are not good odds, Rachel." "Fertility medicine has made improvements," she stated. "I funded some of the research." I wondered how deep the strength in her voice went and how to make it a part of my everyday life. She was better at planning for contingencies than everyone else in the pack put together; it was a talent I wanted actively working for us. "I've taken some of your semen to one of the doctors, who has me on her Christmas basket list." I nodded. "The problem is you produce only one, maybe two, if any viable sperm per ejaculate." I raised an eyebrow. "The obvious solution is to harvest viable sperm. The doctors and I have taken it a little further so we can choose a sex for the baby," she said proudly. I nodded again. "It takes one to three months to get the right sperm cell though..." she said. "The right sperm cell?" "Viable sperm does not mean a survivable fetus." "You're going to play God." "She is going to play Mother," Brittany said with some of the same steel in her voice. I stared at them. "I may only have one chance at a baby with you, regardless of my genes," Rachel said. Her voice weakened into something akin to a plea for understanding. I was not going to risk pissing off every woman in my life by trying to stop Rachel from tweaking nature's odds in her favor so I shrugged. It was not a good fight to pick as long as the women considered it a part of their responsibilities. At the end of the day, they would not argue with me about my business plans; I would not argue with them about babies. The shrug was not good enough them though, they continued to wait. I nodded my acceptance that the decision was in their purview and not mine. I would have to ask Michael about the details of Rachel's research funding. She would not have stopped at a 'survivable fetus'. Rachel might have opened Pandora's baby box. Luckily, biological research was not a Smith Holdings focus so burying the research was a feasible solution, even if buying the researchers' silence would be expensive. "What's your plan?" I asked. "After our wedding, we sneak off to have some traditional baby-making sex and visit the clinic where they implant a fertilized egg in my womb. At the reception, we make the happy announcement." "What do I have to do?" "You have to visit the clinic every day for a couple of months or until we get what I want," Rachel said. "And jerk off into a cup?" "No!" Rachel said with a smug smile, showing me where Marisa learned hers. "They're not going to stick a tube in me," I said firmly. "Of course not, silly," Rachel said, "There are of plenty of volunteers to make sure you don't have to fill a cup on your own. You will need to pull out in a timely fashion though." I sighed loudly. "The clinic is going to let me..." I could not finish the question after a vision of my mother strapped into gynecological stirrups buzzed me. Rachel winked when I adjusted. "They're going to allow anything I tell them," she said looking at me with something more than herself in her eyes. The lioness was circling toward the surface and escape. Brittany tried to swallow a small sniffle and the sound made us look at her. She had tears in her eyes and started to bolt as we stared at her in surprise. Rachel put her arms around Brittany's waist and grabbed her as she tried to sit up and run out of the room. Rachel pulled her back down to the bed and held on tight. Brittany struggled but not violently. Finally, she collapsed against Rachel. "You're a part of this Brittany," Rachel said letting go, so Brittany could turn to face her. "I can't be a part of your marriage or the baby," Brittany replied petulantly. Rachel grabbed Brittany's hair and pulled her head back. She got on her knees and maneuvered Brittany around until she could straddle her waist. I hoped Brittany would fight; the lioness was pawing at the lock of her cage. Brittany's misery did not make for good fuel though. "David took back the part of you he shared with me," Rachel told her. "But I did not give back what you gave me, and I will not take back what I gave you." Brittany eyes were brimming with tears when she looked at Rachel. They were face to face for minutes before Brittany nodded acceptance. They kissed to make their own vows to each other. Rachel lay down beside Brittany. She placed her hand gently on Brittany's breast and stared at me. "Brittany will be impregnated with your child six months before our wedding day," Rachel said. The lioness was moving backwards knowing it was no longer needed. Brittany's head whipped around to look at Rachel and then back to me. Her eyes blazed; the smile on her face burned into me. "Our marriage is one of convenience," Rachel said. I stared into her eyes and found the truth of her words; our marriage was a legal contract convenient because of what society thought it meant. Our vows were in blood and needed no witnesses. I nodded. "In marriages of convenience, certain indiscretions are expected. They are dealt with in a manner which takes the circumstances of the marriage into account," Rachel said rubbing her hand on Brittany's belly. "I'm going to be an indiscretion?" Brittany asked brightly. "A tragically romantic heroine of indiscretion!" I was glad they were enjoying themselves. "You see, my love," Rachel told Brittany dramatically. "David must marry me for the sake of our families... to fulfill the duties left to him by a man he thinks of as a father." I drummed my fingers on the arm of the recliner. "But I was the one he REALLY wanted to marry," Brittany said trying to match the drama in Rachel's voice. Rachel nodded before continuing, "High school sweethearts reunited in college. You've been together for years. David tries to do his manly duty, letting you follow your own destiny BUT--it is too late!" "I'm pregnant; the father is your future husband," Brittany said in a voice that stopped my drumming. There was deep longing in her face when she turned to look at me. She placed her hand gently over her womb as if she already carried my child. "That's where I join you in the heroine category by acknowledging and insisting the baby cannot be raised apart from his father or sibling," Rachel said. Brittany sat up and scrunched her face up into a look of contrived shock, "You're going to insist I live with you so my child can enjoy all the advantages of his brother or sister?" I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "Doesn't indiscretion imply a publicly committed relationship during the time of the act?" I asked. "BEAST!!!" Rachel said in a laughing shout. "You deny this beautiful diamond solitaire ring which I have been wearing for the last year and half is an engagement ring! You deny you impregnated your lover during the time we were promised to each other!" I would have been much better off not asking. "It is a beautiful ring," Brittany said. "Roger had fantastic taste. Remind me to show you the stuff in the bank vault! They're almost too exquisite... even for me," Rachel told Brittany and doing the ritual hand-pose to show the ring off. "People are going to know Brittany's pregnancy isn't possible naturally," I said sitting back. "The only people who know about your condition are the your immediate female relatives, a couple of doctors, and some of your lovers." Rachel said. I stared at the ceiling. "The sorority sisters were on the pill so there wasn't reason to tell them. Your other lovers either did not know or did not have any details. If it comes up with them, we could just say the problem was surgically corrected," Brittany told me. I nodded in welcome defeat. As the 'scoundrel', I was going to look bad, but public opinion would not keep me warm at night. Rachel turned Brittany's face towards her. "If you have David's child, you belong to us forever," she said in a voice that brooked no argument. "I mean it, Brittany; I will not allow any child of David's to be raised apart from their father or siblings." "Forever!" Brittany replied. I thought about Rachel's plan while they kissed as wife and wife for the first time. If everyone in my family treated it like the gospel truth, no one who mattered would dare publicly question it. I would never be the public face of Smith Holdings; I planned for Michael to continue serving in that capacity. Marisa would also be useful if a female touch was required with the public. When Smith Holdings exploded out of its stagnation period, a lot of people would have good reasons to accept whatever version of truth was fed to them. There would be quite a few thinly veiled lies, but I had already made decisions about the buffers to be placed between the outside world and me. Those obstacles would ensure anyone who spoke out against Rachel's family choices would be removed from the playing field. I did not labor under the illusion I was in charge of my home life. Rachel wanted what she wanted, and it included having Brittany permanently in our life. I was going to make sure I helped Rachel get her way; it was part of my husbandly duties. I was distracted from my thoughts by Brittany's gown crawling up her legs. She had reversed Rachel's position superior and had her face buried in Rachel's neck, giving her lover plenty of reason to wriggle. Rachel pulled Brittany's gown over her ass and palmed both asscheeks. I decided I was too far away from the action, stood up, stripped, and walked to the edge of the bed. Rachel pivoted Brittany around to face me. Brittany's eyes were wide with her need and with the happiness of getting the future she wanted. Brittany stretched her arms up so Rachel could take the nightgown completely off her body. Rachel ran her fingers down Brittany's stomach until she could open Brittany's pussylips. She wet her fingers in Brittany's excitement and brought them to her lips. "She's ready for you to give her our first child," Rachel said, eyes blazing with a fire matched only by the conflagration flaring up in Brittany. My cock ached for me to bury it inside of Brittany. The act was a symbolic but necessary. I moved between Brittany's legs. Rachel opened her for me. Brittany reached out and held me in her warm hands. Her eyes revealed the deepest part of her, but I backed away from her innermost need. I was not ready for that again. She smiled and touched my face. It was a comforting touch, telling me what we were about to do was more than enough. Rachel replaced Brittany's hand on my dick and pulled me towards them. I sank into Brittany as Rachel guided us to our agreed fate. She was tight as always, but I went deeper than I ever had on my first stroke. Brittany wrapped her legs around me, holding me in a gentle grip. She looked at me again with her eyes shading her feelings, showing me only that she wanted me to take her. Rachel smiled as she pulled Brittany's head back. She kissed her lover's neck and cradled her breasts. I pulled back and pushed solidly into Brittany. Her body opened for me as nature told it what we wanted. Brittany pulled me closer to feel more of my weight and fit me deeper into her body. Rachel increased her manipulation on Brittany's breasts and urged me to fuck Brittany hard. Brittany groaned her own encouragement as I thrust with power. Rachel moved a hand to where Brittany and I were joined and touched her lover-wife at the center of pleasure. Brittany's pussy squeezed me hard as Rachel raised the stakes. Brittany tightened her grip on me as her need overcame her senses. She flooded with wetness adding lubrication for my driving thrusts. "David!" Brittany screamed into my neck as her body bloomed. My body joined with hers in our symbolic purpose of giving her a child. I came and felt Rachel's hands hold me so I stayed deep inside Brittany. Rachel stroked our sides and whispered about how beautiful the baby would be as our pleasure crested. Our fall was cushioned by Rachel's voice and the kisses we gave each other. The Lees were happy to hear the good news about the impending nuptials and announced the Smith twins had set a summer date for their wedding also. Rachel thought a honeymoon in Japan to attend her sons' wedding was a fantastic idea. Rachel had decided she would wear Roger's engagement and wedding band, an appropriate gesture since we were doing exactly what Roger planned. Brittany had no tangible token of our vows though. I thought it unfair and spent some time shopping for the right items. She cried when I gave them to her. The engagement ring and wedding band were not as elegant as Rachel's, but their simplicity better represented Brittany. She said she could not wear them without weakening our web of useful deceit. I handed her another jewelry box, which held a polished platinum rope chain. Rachel loved the necklace idea so she wore her wedding ring on a gold one to show Brittany they were equals. At least, that's why I think she might have done it, for all I actually knew Rachel could have liked it better. Brittany thought the other women in my life were being shortchanged and took it upon herself to resolve the issue before it could become one. She showed me her purchases one night just before Samantha and Elizabeth came in the door. The ladies looked at me with questioning eyes as Brittany gave them each a kiss and walked out the door. "How is she adjusting to the baby?" Samantha asked, sitting down. Elizabeth sat next to her and waited anxiously for the answer. I tried not to smile at the thought of two beautiful women, who would be naked in my bed in a couple of hours, asking about the health of a woman carrying my child. "The doctors gave her a checkup this morning and said Brittany is having a very good second month." "The baby is healthy?" Elizabeth asked. "As far as they can tell, everything is okay." "She's already showing," Samantha said concerned. "The doctor said the baby may be too big to be birthed naturally," I said, a little concern slipped into my voice. "They can already tell that?" Elizabeth asked amazed. "Rachel recruited some of the best scientists and obstetricians money could buy for her little fertility project. The doctors say our boy is going to be built like me but in Ovaldo's proportions." They looked at each other and laughed. "He's going to be a monster!" they managed when they got control, only to disintegrate back to laughter. I wondered how they would react to Brittany's joking decision to name the baby Brutus; Ovaldo thought it was appropriate. Rachel did not like it until Brittany mentioned it was a very intimidating name for a big brother. I had to agree with Brittany, expanding me to Ovaldo's height and width meant no one was going to mess with my firstborn's younger siblings. None of my children would need protection, but I considered it a good idea to put some obvious fences between humans and wolves (for the sake of the humans). Through dinner, the ladies enjoyed teasing me about being a father and trying to spank a child who would be my size by his early teens. During dessert, I finished my status report on our new company by putting two jewelry boxes in front of them. They smiled and reached avariciously for them. Their eyes widened when they opened the boxes. Each contained a gold rope necklace dangling a letter charm; the letter was a D with a black pearl inset in the center. Brittany designed it with the help of an artist and ordered them with Rachel approved of design. The two ex-wives looked at me with tears in their eyes. I used them mercilessly at the beginning of our relationship, but the lines softened as I made right by them. They moved their chairs closer and kissed me, accepting my possession and sealing our bargain. They pushed their hair out of the way, had me do the honors, and moved back to their original positions whispering between each other while playing with the charms. Helen somewhat surprised me with her reaction to the jewelry. I enjoyed a solid workout on Monday nights to start the week off and was doing some extra stretching on the same spot Helen and I had first joined. Beating the pads while thinking of Forrest had been good for my state of mind and Forrest's continuing good health. The site had been purchased, but Forrest was being a pain about the equipment he 'required'. He was cutting into other researchers' budgets, putting us at ground zero of an impending scientific ego-storm. The other scientists understood Forrest was the key to their continued funding, but he had gone too far in testing the waters of everyone's patience. He even bulled through Marie's warnings and criticisms to ensure his demands got to the Lees and myself. The Lees knew Forrest was testing his limits and backed off so he and I could play out the mini-drama. Since losing Forrest was not an option, I asked Michael for his perspective on my solution. I wanted to put forward an offer to trade a portion of Forrest's share of the company to get the equipment he required. When Michael stopped laughing, he insisted on being the one to negotiate with Marie. She flipped out! Luckily, she did not blame us for making the offer since it was a reasonable solution, but everyone in the city probably heard the train wreck when she got her hands on Forrest. I had not wished to stress their relationship, but Michael pointed out that we needed to know if Marie could control Forrest well enough for us to hand the reins over to her when the Lees and I moved on. "So where's mine?" Helen asked, walking up to me. She was wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt and a pair of tight rowing shorts which hugged her hips while exposing the lower part her asscheeks. She usually wore sweatpants over them; I got hard at the first sign of her intentions. I leaned back and stared at her. She unzipped the sweatshirt to expose her grey sports bra and a fit stomach. She was covered in a patina of sweat. "Where's your what?" I asked, looking at her stomach and deciding to start there. I did not want to wait so I got up on my knees and put my hands on the waist of her shorts. I pulled the left side down and bit her hip. I licked the spot and moved up to her stomach. I wanted to enjoy hugging the inside of every one of Helen's curves with my tongue. She pushed me down and straddled my hips. She took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. "Where's my pearl?" she asked seriously. "What do you mean?" "I know what you gave Samantha and Elizabeth. I want mine!" she hissed. She kissed me hard as if the sexual heat would be enough to get her what she wanted. I grabbed her ass and squeezed as hard as I could. She had kissed me like that before and gotten the same reaction every time. I wanted to pound into Helen, letting the size and strength of her lower body absorb the power of my strokes. She broke the kiss and looked at me. "Do you know what it means, Helen?" I asked, using the same tone of voice she used to stake her claim. "I'll always be yours," she replied and kissed me again. It was gentler than the kiss before it. I felt her give a part of herself to me she had fought to keep out of our joinings. I was the one that broke the kiss. "Do you know what they've agreed to Helen?" I still did not understand why the women would make such choice. Rachel and Brittany were a part of my everyday life, but for other women to permit me such control over their lives was inconceivable. "You'll do a better job than I ever did," she said looking at me. I shook my head at her and put my forehead on her chest. "Hey, I don't want to worry about men ever again or anything else for that matter. You'll take care of me." I stared at her; she kissed me again. I reached over to my gym bag and pulled out the box Brittany had given me for Helen. I doubted that I would need it, but Brittany had known better. Helen put on the necklace while watching me strip and proceeded to take off her shorts and panties. She lay down on her stomach beside me and shook her ass while looking at me. I needed no foreplay so I straddled her hips. I considered fucking her pussy to produce lubrication in preparation of the declaration she wanted to make, but Helen had different plans. She reached behind to grab my dick and guided it between her asscheeks. I adjusted my upper body so I was better aligned with her ass. I enjoyed the spectacle of her derriere's shape and its allure as she placed me at her gateway. She kept me hard with smooth strokes as she attempted to get me inside her body. I helped with steady pressure until the crown of my dick passed her anal ring. She sighed and pushed back until she had a couple inches of the shaft in her ass. I pushed my hips towards her ass to take more of her depth. It was uncomfortable for her without lubrication, but neither one of us cared so we pushed at each other until my pubic hairs touched her ass. She grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wider. I pulled out a couple of inches and pumped into her as hard as I could, giving us what we wanted. She let go of her ass cheeks and stretched her arms above her head. I rested my weight on her ass to keep my dick firmly seated inside of her. I stretched my own arms out to take her hands. She pushed up with her ass, and I brought our bodies into full contact with each other. She twisted around and kissed me. I waited for her involuntary movements at the discomfort to fade as desire took the forefront. I tried to go for gentle smooth strokes, but she slapped her hand against my thigh to demand harder. I happily answered her request and pulled back as far as I dared in the absence of lubrication. I pounded into her, using her ass as a shock absorber and trampoline to bounce back. I pounded into her again. I put my hands on each side of her head, and she immediately gripped my wrists tightly. She grunted sexily with my next thrust out and into her body. I thought about the power she had given me and lost myself in the process of taking a woman who had made the choice to be mine. I did not last long but even that outcome felt right. I thrust into her wildly until she could not take the pressure and pushed a hand underneath her body. I felt her stimulate herself until she squeezed me when my thrusts and her hand brought her to orgasm. I pounded into her depth and rested there as her orgasm caused her body to squeeze and release me only to squeeze again. The rhythms of her body finished the ride for me; I emptied myself into her ass. I collapsed on top of Helen, and she held on tightly to my arms to keep me in place. ------- The time to the weddings flew by. The women went a little crazy with their preparations. The Lees definitely went bonkers, but they had the best reason since they were planning a wedding that would be watched all over the Asian world. The twins' popularity had soared with their television show and were signed by another Japanese station to do a second show. Their wedding was big news, and the new station endeared themselves to the Lees by agreeing to pay for the wedding if their reporters were the only ones allowed in. Brittany's pregnancy progressed naturally. I never considered a pregnant woman sexy but with Brittany carrying my child just an inadvertent glimpse of her as she passed would make me rock hard. The sex we shared was very consuming, vigorous, and possessive on my part; Brittany assured me it was exactly what she wanted and needed in her state. The Lees and my graduation from business school came and went with barely a blip on anyone's radar. Rachel's perfect wedding went off without a hitch, which was no surprise considering most of our guests perceived Rachel's lioness nature was at the surface just hoping someone would cause a problem. Brittany assisted in holding the dress out of the way for the post-wedding baby-making quickie Rachel insisted we have on the way to the clinic. I thought Rachel would be pushing some doctor or nurse to the limits of their medical courtesy if they had to implant the egg through a sea of my cum. Brittany and Rachel laughed and told me not to worry the doctor would be rewarded in kind. I did not figure out what they meant until they playfully held me down for the doctor to have a shot at getting the semen she had been working with from the source. Rachel explained since she had slept with the good doctor, it was my duty to fuck her. Rachel made sure my baser instincts understood the public vows changed nothing between us as to the openness of our relationship. The doctor got an extra hard ride as any feeling of being chained down evaporated. The honeymoon in Japan was enjoyable as far as a vacation away from my responsibilities went. Rachel forgot about the honeymoon part as the twins' wedding devolved into arguments between the Lees and the television network about everything from the flowers to camera angles. The Smiths and Lees were also in the middle of a fierce fight about who would spend how much time in what country. I tried to distract the Sean and Patrick with some humor about married life. They were feeling more confined than I ever did so the attempt fell flat. Michael and I took them on a quick jaunt into Thailand to relieve some pressure. We did not partake in any of the wilder experiences available, but the atmosphere relaxed Sean and Patrick. Brittany and Rachel supported the Lees no matter how outlandish their weddings plans became, which also eased tensions significantly. The wedding day finally arrived, and everything went beautifully, surprising the hell out of me; even the network was happy since the ratings were better than expected. The twins had to honeymoon at the Smith Mansion because the Lees and I were ready to open the doors to our new company. The researchers were moved in with as little ego bruising as possible. The University got uppity about our security procedures, but a visit from an Assistant Federal Prosecutor to explain the penalties for a breach in our security was enough to shut down the loudest of the mouthpieces. We became the focus of standard student anti-government protests afterwards, but it was a part of the regular college age fanaticism everybody near a major school learns to ride out. The birth of Brittany's child was the most exciting thing to happen after the weddings and company opening. The doctors decided on a C-section because of the baby's size and picked a date two weeks before her due date. The last births in the immediate family were Esmeralda's daughters so with the marriages and the younger generation's receipt of the keys to the Smith Holdings' executive bathroom, it felt like a new beginning for the pack. Rachel cemented the name of my newborn son when she got her first look at him. "He IS a brute!" she exclaimed, therein locking his name as a part of his destiny. Ovaldo solved our initial public problems with his behavior. He acted more like the proud father than I did; he was also in more pictures with Brittany and the baby. The nurses and other hospital guests made the false assumption he was the father. No one in our family corrected them, and Ovaldo's continued inability to separate himself from Brutus fostered the lie. Rachel's natural labor was not as easy as Brittany's. I was not the only one surprised when the doctor delivered two children, instead of the expected one. Rachel explained calmly, while holding her new son and daughter, that when she went to have her egg harvested there had been two present. We were also lucky and found two of Rachel's idea of good semen specimens so she decided to go with what fate proposed. She cried when we were asked what the babies would be named and I answered, Rain and Roger. It took me two weeks to vocalize the strangeness of the children to my family. I did not suspect anything, but Rain and Roger were blonde and blue-eyed. My mother and Esmeralda laughed saying Roberto, their uncle in the old country, was blonde and green-eyed. I looked at them like I was wondering if they were insane. They told me I had several cousins who were as blonde as Rachel. They also pointed out a couple of the blood females had light hazel eyes. I got over my confusion and caused even more laughter when I asked if any of my blonde cousins were female. Forrest was close to getting a first test product out and the entire family understood his success would greatly change our circumstance, including greater personal security. We had already built a mansion on a new plot of land. Brutus and the twins were a good reason to make the move and saying it was 'for the babies' made it easier on Rachel. The place was lovely and very private due to the amount of property. Ovaldo had overseen the fencing and stocking of the dogs. He ensured enough planning went into the house that greater security measures could easily be added later. Adjusting to the babies was an interesting experience. Roger was the beloved sun god child of everyone who made contact with him. My son had charm pouring out of his crib and could make people love him with a smile. It caused most of the women in my family to visit the home more than had been usual. It increased the amount of sex I had, but for the first time in my life I was playing second fiddle. Rain, for a long time, seemed like Rachel's replacement for her lost twin. We thought Rachel treated Rain more like an equal than a daughter. My mother and Brittany were more mother figures to Rain for the first few years of her life than Rachel. Brutus was Roger's left hand even in the cradle. He loyally followed where Roger led, which was usually into trouble. Roger was not a troublemaker, but he was psychologically incapable of disagreeing with Rain. My daughter was like her mother, except an un-caged lioness. Neither of my sons were weak by any stretch of the imagination, but Brutus had the temperament of a Zen monk and Roger did the right thing as he saw it. Without Rain, both would have had very boring childhoods. The children were two and half years old when I first noticed how the boys used Rain as the devil on their shoulders. We had spent a late evening celebrating how the Federal government fell in love with Forrest's first fully executed and successful vision of simplified technology and my plan to sell the product line exclusively to the government. They bought my proposal hook, line, sinker, fishing pole, and I barely got away with my fingers. Smith Holdings was on the cusp of signing a deal so lucrative only going public with Forrest's best work could have made us more money. There had been arguments among the family about doing exactly that, but in the end everyone listened to my reasoning and approved my plans. Their approval had been unnecessary, but it felt good to know they were completely behind losing billions of dollars for the sake of greater stability and security for us. I was having breakfast with the children while their mothers luxuriated in an early morning bath. The women had looked like they needed time alone so I made myself responsible for keeping the kids busy. The number of household staff increased with the larger property and the addition of children. The primary staff members consisted of people who had been with Rachel for years and were the only ones allowed everyday contact with our children. We never made that decision, but the old Smith family retainers reserved baby duty for themselves and made it seem like family policy. Ovaldo came in from playing with the dogs and sat down for breakfast. We would have missed the children's actions except the nanny dropped a fork. Ovaldo and I turned in time to catch the children mid-act. Brutus and Roger were looking at Rain in an aggressive manner. Rain was doing her best to ignore them. She loved oatmeal and the nanny who usually did not cook had her favorite recipe. The boys obviously wanted something from her, but she was having no part of it. Brutus kicked Roger's baby chair, and Roger gently nudged his sister's chair. She put her spoon down and looked at them with Marie's best, exasperated look when Forrest had gone too far. They looked apologetic but willful. Ovaldo and I looked at each other and watched the kids from the corner of our eyes. Rain ate another spoonful of oatmeal, but Roger pushed her chair again. She gave up and stuck her hand. Brutus handed his spoon to Roger who handed it to Rain. Ovaldo and I watched the flight pattern as Rain nonchalantly bounced it off Brutus's head. Pandemonium erupted! Rachel and Brittany walked in on the chaos. The nanny was screeching while Ovaldo and I had our heads on the table laughing uncontrollably. Brutus and Roger were screaming happily, picking food off their clothes and hair. They continued bombarding Ovaldo, each other, and me with any food they could get their hands on. Rain, pristinely untouched by any food matter, hummed while she finished her breakfast. Ovaldo and I gained control finally only to lose it again when Ovaldo pointed out that the nanny had a spoonful of oatmeal in her hair. Rain was the only one eating oatmeal and nanny was directly across the room from her. The cries of 'Mama!' and 'Mama too!' broke through our laughter, and we thought we had been seriously busted by the women. 'Mama too' was the name Brutus had come up with for Rachel, and it had been adopted by the twins for Brittany. The women looked at Ovaldo and I. We looked at each other and broke down laughing again as their looks matched the one Rain had given her brothers before the spoon launched their food fight. The maids looked annoyed at having to clean up the mess, but Rachel told Ovaldo to watch over the children until the staff could give them a bath. Bath time was a duty rarely given any of the staff with two mothers in the house (not to mention a constantly visiting grandmother). It was a choice assignment whenever the women were too busy to take of it themselves. Rachel and Brittany dragged me out of the room to continue our celebration. ------- Months later, I was sitting in my office thinking about the children. None of the children took after me, which annoyed Esmeralda. It was not just that Brutus looked like Brittany and the twins like their mother either. At three, Rain was willful and manipulative, but she had more her mother's frame of reference than my ability to lead the pack. Roger was Sean and Patrick's potential in a single body; the difference was he could not take his hands off a football, rather than the twins' inability to get out of the water. I smiled remembering Brittany's attempts to get him to sleep in anything other than a football jersey. He charmed her to get his way, and she stomped into my room to get vengeance on me for bringing such a 'wonderful little demon' into the world. Regardless of his charm though, Roger was more a lion than the alpha-wolf. Brutus was inseparable from his younger siblings and content just to be in the same room as them. Esmeralda adored my oldest son and regarded him in the same way did Ovaldo. None of them were true pack animals though, and Esmeralda was planning beyond my generation for our family. She was pleased with the current crop of cubs but had begun asking when we would have more. None of the children, even Sean and Patrick's, met the mythical bar Esmeralda had set for my true heir. The other blood females adopted Esmeralda's sentiment, even my mother made incredibly unsubtle remarks about three grandchildren not being enough. Luckily, Marisa and Michael's wedding had circumscribed the angle of attack for a few months and promised to continue doing so while the women tried to convince Marisa she could have a baby and continue her education. I picked up the ringing phone on autopilot. "Hello," I stated. "David?" Michael's somewhat confused voice came from the other side. "Yes?" "David!" I waited a full ten count before replying, "You have a question, Michael?" "Tell my idiot big brother, he BETTER have a good explanation for this!" my sister yelled in the background. I smiled into the phone. Brittany walked into the office and sat down across from me. I put the phone on speaker and hung up the receiver. "David..." "Yes, Michael," I said with no inflection. "Umm... there's a naked woman in our bed." "Michael, you're married to my baby sister; I hardly think this conversation is appropriate." Brittany put her hand over her mouth to prevent her mirth from escaping. "It's not Marisa." I nodded as if he could see me. "IT'S FUCKING TAYLOR!" Marisa shouted. "Hmm!" I made it sound like the added details helped me better understand the situation. "MICHAEL'S FUCKING EX-WIFE IS NAKED ON TOP OF OUR BED!" Michael put their phone on speaker so Marisa could scream at me directly. "Hmm!" "DAVID!" I cleared my thoughts and counted to ten before speaking, "Actually, Marisa if my instructions were followed, which I expect they were since Taylor has received years of obedience training, she should be naked, on your bed, blindfolded with her hands handcuffed behind her, and sitting on her heels." There was silence on the other side; Brittany had to hold on to the seat or fall off from her attempt to control herself. "Obedience training?" Michael asked curiously. "Why is she here?" Marisa interrupted, asking the more relevant question. "Hmm!" "Obedience training?" Michael asked in a much firmer voice. "Yes, Michael," I said in a slightly pedantic voice. "I know she was your wife and I shouldn't have interfered, but to be honest, I found her irritatingly headstrong. I like strong women, but Taylor was much too selfish for my purposes." "Really?" Michael's voice dripped sarcasm. "Obviously, you and I have different tastes in women." Marisa cleared her throat to insist I get to the point. "Samantha and Elizabeth helped me train Taylor to be a more compliant female, responsive to the demanding nature of my family members." "Hmm!" Michael said mocking me and waiting for the punch line. "So she's your little pet?" Marisa asked. "No, baby," I said with the same smug smile she had given me every time she pulled one of her sexually perverse pranks, "She's YOUR little pet." The silence lasted about a minute; Brittany did fall out of the chair. "Michael," I said. "Uh, yeah?" he asked, almost sounding afraid. "Take a look between Taylor's legs." I heard him move away from the phone. "There's a box," he said. "Marisa please have Taylor take her weight off the box so Michael can get it" I instructed. "Why can't Michael tell her?" she asked in a slightly annoyed voice. "Because she's not Michael's pet!" I used her worst 'you are an idiot' voice. Brittany broke out into loud laughter at the string of curses, which came over the phone. Michael also broke into laughter. "I have the box, David," he said after Marisa gave Taylor a sharp command. "Open it." "Hmm!" he said a minute later. "It's a riding crop!" Marisa said excitedly. "Is it for me to use on Taylor?" "No, it's for Michael to use on you." "WHAT?!?" Marisa screamed. Another string of curses came over the phone. I waited for silence to be the only thing between us. "A pet is a large responsibility, Marisa," I said calmly. "I'm not sure you're ready for it." "A very large responsibility," Michael echoed. Brittany burst out into more laughter when she heard the crop being swished liberally and smacked into a hand. "You have to be sure Taylor is well cared for and obedient. If you fail to carry out your responsibilities, YOU will have to be punished so Taylor does not suffer the ill-effects of a bad mistress. After all, it will not be Taylor's fault if you cannot keep her in line." "Sounds reasonable," Michael said seriously. I was pretty sure Marisa had to be on fire from sexual excitement for him to speak like that. "Because Taylor will be living in your home, it will fall on Michael to take care of your responsibilities if you do not." "I don't like the sound of that," Michael said playing the crowd for all he was worth. "I wouldn't either Michael, so I want to make sure Marisa understands any failure concerning Taylor will be met with strict discipline." "Very strict!" Michael announced, but I could hear his control was close to tatters. "The crop is also a reward; Taylor likes the biting taste of its kiss. If Marisa is good, you should let her borrow your crop, Michael." "Oh, shit!" Michael said suddenly; there was the sound of bodies making hard contact on the other end. I cleared my throat and got silence after a couple of seconds. "Marisa, if you feel you're not up to this responsibility, you can return Taylor to her house." The only response was the dial tone as someone on the other side slammed the phone into the cradle. Brittany let out all the guffaws she had been holding in. I had wait for a half-hour as she described what she heard to every woman in the family. They had the same reaction of laughter and proposals to interrupt Marisa and Michael on their first adventure with Taylor. Finally, Brittany finished her gossip and sat across from me. I looked questioningly at her. I thought her visit had been to listen to the Marisa and Michael conversation. "Mandy would like to have lunch with the inner circle next week," she said. I sat back and considered the change in my schedule. Brittany kept in touch with her sorority, and we were generous with our support, but it was the first time after my wedding a sister approached me. It had to be business or Mandy would have contacted me directly. I looked at Brittany for some clues, but she only nodded and walked out of the room. I looked out the window and thought about the Coven. ------- Chapter 10E: The Cradle of the Pack I became suspicious when the hostess led me to the restaurant's private room; my suspicion increased greatly when I saw who was already there. Esmeralda, Marie, Michael, Rachel, Brittany, the Lees, and my mother sat at a round table with Mandy and a female a little older than her. They arranged the seating so I would have to sit across from the two women. I took my assigned seat and studied Mandy. I would have preferred a warmer setting for a reunion lunch but accepted business was the principal reason for the meeting. "Hello, David," Mandy said carefully. The other woman stared at me. I nodded to Mandy. "This is my sister, Sarah, " she said. Sarah dipped her head and continued studying me. She was a softer version of Mandy; honey hair, soft brown eyes, and the same facial feature. Sarah was a couple of inches taller and not as athletic. She struck me as something of a princess, one who understood the benefits of being one and had every intention of keeping her coronet firmly in place. I looked around the table. The women, except for Marie, were nervous, as if they expected me to oppose something they wanted. Marie sported a look of avarice, which only made me warier. The birth of her son, Forrest Jr., a month before Rain and Roger, had focused Marie even more on making our venture successful. I sat back and waited. Surprisingly, Esmeralda was the first to cave, which was an even bigger sign that everyone wanted what the two women offered. "Mandy and Sarah have a business proposition," my aunt said. "Our father died a couple of years ago," Sarah said softly. I nodded remembering the occasion; we sent our condolences. "His death left a power vacuum in our company which is still unfilled," Sarah continued. The year I entered college their company, Allaire Electronics, was similar in size to Smith Holdings. The adjustments we made to Smith Holdings over the years poised us for great things while their father's lengthy illness and death reversed their growth. "The strife between different factions of our family makes it impossible to hold the company together," Sarah said. "Without help," Mandy clarified. Sarah nodded and looked at her sister. She set her lips in a look of one trying to keep her pride intact when she is the supplicant. "We don't need an infusion of money," Mandy said sitting forward. I nodded. "We will not give up control of the company so a buyout or a takeover is out of the question," Sarah said firmly. I nodded again. "The will does not allow our generation to approve a merger. If we wanted to, we probably could it with some legal maneuvering, but dad wanted..." Mandy said. "What do you need?" I asked when it became clear she would not finish her thought. "Someone who can run the company and control the rest of our family," Mandy explained. I looked at them and around the table again. A couple of things clicked for me; everyone in the pack was leaning toward the two women subtly. I could sense the imminent arrival of a punch line. "How can I help?" I asked. The women on my side relaxed and sat back. Michael was still looking ready to forestall any escape. "We want you to do it," Sarah said. She did not seem convinced but bravely tried to sound as if it was her idea. "Actually, you want to become a Smith Holdings partner," I corrected. Mandy put her hand on top of Sarah's before her sister could speak. "Yes, but you would have full management control," she told me. "With your improved distribution system, we would be a very profitable partner," Sarah said. She held on to her sister's hand tightly. The situation still did not feel quite right. "Your family would wrap us up in court for years. If you can't control them now, bringing me in would just add blood to the water." Sarah and Mandy looked at each other. All of a sudden it seemed clear Sarah was supporting Mandy and not the other way around. "The problems Sarah and I have stem from our lack of involvement in the company and inexperience with the business world," Mandy said less confidently. "Even though we control a majority of Allaire's shares, we were never directly involved with the business. We own the buildings, but they have the people," Sarah explained. I nodded. "Their chauvinistic daddy put provisions in his will which would allow for the biological father of either Mandy's or Sarah's child to take full control of the company if the sisters and executor of the estate agree to it," Brittany said, putting the women's cards on the table. "Complete control to one man if those three stockholders agree. They can't take control of the company without the family, but you could." Michael sat back surprised; I had wondered if he was in on it, apparently not deep enough to know the particulars. My eyes settled on Rachel. "We need to know if you're interested in the business aspects of the situation," Rachel said. "A child..." I started but was interrupted by Esmeralda's raised hand. "ANY child is our business," she said in a voice telling me very clearly this was their domain. Every woman in the room stared at me to see if I would step over the line. I looked at Michael; his shrug was not much help. I did not care for Esmeralda's tone, but she had the right of it. "The Alominos site," I said to Marie. "The capital we set aside for the purchase could be used elsewhere," Michael said before she could speak. She looked at Michael and nodded. "I'm beginning to take more responsibility with Smith Holdings; splitting my attention would not be a good idea," I said almost to myself. "They have a rising executive who meets our requirements for your surrogate," Brittany said pointing to a folder in front of her. "He was recently divorced due to 'irreconcilable differences', which really means sexual incompatibility. The wife was prudish," my mother chimed in. "He is not adjusting well to life without a woman at home, even if she was someone who only did the missionary. He's a very loyal man who needs certain structures in his life: marriage, the job, and his friends. A child or two would make him even more loyal." "Samantha looks a lot like every woman he's ever dreamed of," Rachel said. I tilted my head curiously, "How do we know what the man dreams of?" "It's not difficult to discover what any particular man finds attractive, but in this case, Samantha could have been his dear mother's twin. They were very close; she's been dead ten years but he visits her grave every week," Marie said. "Once the family issues are resolved, we only need to set up permanent communication channels between the two companies. He'll need some guidance to keep the company on track for the eventual merger if the executor and the sisters find it to be beneficial. He's very good, David, so it should only cost us a year in the schedule we set for you to take complete control of Smith Holdings," Joanne Lee-Smith added helpfully. "The cost savings on the Alominos site is more than worth the time," Michael concluded. He was the one who had been anal about keeping the schedule on point, so his support almost sealed the deal. I nodded and looked at Mandy. She had finally relaxed and seemed content to stare at me. She had maintained the muscular thickness and with the knowledge of why she was there, my body reacted to her presence. "The executor will agree?" I asked. "Our aunt is very impressed with you," Sarah assured me. "She knows you've been looking for a location like Alominos. We understand there's a very large federal contract. Senators are afraid of the consequences of even mentioning that particular contract at this stage though," Mandy said. "The Alominos plant is a limp dick," Sarah said. "So whatever you have planned has to be monstrously profitable for the site to be ideal." "The child?" I asked Rachel curiously. "Only your child will satisfy both sides," Rachel said forcefully. Esmeralda looked at Rachel nervously, which meant my wife had dictated that term. Sarah was attractive and the women in my family were becoming more and more unhappy with Ovaldo's continued single status. They would not have allowed the opportunity and excuse to tie him down to pass by. I looked at Rachel, who stared back at me. The lioness was close to the surface again; I almost prodded it. The hardened part of me vetoed the idea; its entire focus was on a naked Mandy. I sat back and relaxed for the first time since I arrived. "What are the specials?" I asked looking for a menu. "Darling, you should have lunch by the bar," Rachel said sweetly. "We have a couple of things to clear up. I'm sure Michael and you need to do some preliminary planning for the change in circumstances." Michael could not have gotten out of his chair faster. He always avoided situations, which we thought of as female responsibilities. The inclusion of Taylor in his life solidified the bias. Marisa and Taylor were settling comfortably into a relationship, which confused the hell out Michael, but he tried very hard not to disturb his idyllic life. I understood his reluctance, sleeping between two women was habit-forming. I smiled at Mandy, who dropped her facade and looked at me with hunger. I walked around the table and touched her face. She put her hand on my groin and leaned towards me. I kissed her; the memory of our first time 'In the Dark' was in the touch of our lips. Marie followed Michael and me out of the room. I looked a question at her when we sat down at a table by the bar. "That's between Rachel and Mandy," she said with a shrug. We ordered and sat in our thoughts for a couple of minutes. Marie pulling a folder out of her bag interrupted our reverie. "Rachel instructed the Lees and I to put together some preliminary information on Mandy's family and Allaire." I nodded and a little of the annoyance I felt at not being included must have slipped in. Marie put her hand on top of mine to soothe it away as much as she could. "Mandy only contacted Brittany a couple of weeks ago, David. None of us would have kept it from you if you could have added anything. We did the research just in case their proposal was attractive to you." I nodded to her absently. Rachel was careful not to abuse her power so I shrugged it off. The offer did not take a lot of thinking to decide whether or not to accept. The real work would begin when the women came to an agreement. I watched as a much older woman with Mandy's features strode past us on the way to the private room. "The aunt?" Marie asked. "Yes," Michael said picking up some of Marie's papers. The business side of the meeting went late into the evening. The Lees and Brittany eventually joined us. We went back to the office where federal representatives were included in our discussion. They, in turn, contacted their bosses. Every federal representative was circumspect with their questions, knowing they were going to get exactly what they wanted at no extra cost. The highest ranking fed at the table brushed off the details of my need to procreate with Mandy to satisfy the provisions of her father's will. Some people looked uncomfortable with the thought of an extramarital child being the key ingredient to sealing a business deal, but Marie distracted them with pictures of the site, blueprints, and the prospectus explaining why it had been our first choice. I arrived home to be swarmed over by the children. Rain immediately launched into her favorite phrase, "It wasn't my fault!" which alerted me to the fact I was not in for a quiet night. The interesting aspect about Rain's disavowal was that most of the time she spoke truthfully. Discarding the incidents she caused for the sake of her brothers, Rain did begin trouble. She did have an unerring instinct for being at the heart of a problem, especially if it involved her siblings, nephews, nieces, or cousins. On this day, Esmeralda's daughters picked a fight with Sean and Patrick's children, for no better reason than they were kids. Joanne and Stephanie delivering twin boys and girls a couple of months after Rain and Roger were born had not been a surprise. It made the odds four to two, which would have evened things since Esmeralda's hellions were older. Unfortunately for them, the two sets of twins were far more coordinated than even my baby monk and lion cubs. Rain ended up in the eye of the storm because Esmeralda's daughters only heeled at her command. Rain's brothers got involved as soon as she caught ball with the side of her head. Things rapidly devolved into a three-sided free for all. The staff made it worse by trying to separate the children, which only gave them a common enemy. Fighting each other was entertainment, fighting together against someone outside their family was instinct. Rachel, Brittany, and Mandy got home to find the children fortified in their playroom and holding the staff at bay. Ovaldo's dogs, who behaved like lovesick puppies around Brutus, were a major reason for the stalemate. Rain's explanation was far more subjective than her mothers', but the boys were doing credible jobs as star witnesses in support of Rain's version of events. Everyone sat around watching me eat as they waited for my reaction. "No story tonight," I said quietly. Rain's reaction was typically overdramatic, making it seem like I sentenced her to a public whipping and night in the stocks. I knew better though and watched as she carefully wrapped Mandy around her finger. The quivering lower lip was what broke Mandy's will. She gathered Rain into her arms and tried to give unneeded comfort. The boys surrounded Mandy to get in on the comforting. The children ended up with most of the female attention, which seemed unfair considering they had done a damn good job of wrecking their playroom. I was in the master bedroom when Mandy came in. The master bedroom was what Rachel called it. I thought of it just as my bedroom since we each had a bedroom of our own. Rachel's connected to mine; Brittany was getting increasingly insistent about putting a door between ours. I thought for a minute about how they were going to manage to connect one to Mandy's room. I shuddered knowing they were hoping I would agree to knock down the walls to all the adult bedrooms on our wing. Mandy was wearing a soft lavender colored nightgown, which went down to mid-thigh. She walked to the foot of the bed and stared at me. I was wearing thin shorts in case the kids got away from their mothers. I put down the sheet of paper I was reading and looked at her. "Rachel insisted I move in tonight," she said slowly. I nodded. "Is this really going to work?" she asked nervously. She looked at my groin; the thinness was not enough to hide my growing attention. "It worked for the Coven," I replied. "It works for Rachel and Brittany." She nodded thoughtfully. "Can you share me?" I asked. "When is it my turn with Rachel?" she asked breathlessly and crawling on to the bed. She moved up my body until she could kiss me. "She is not the one I taste?" I asked. Mandy stared at me closely. "Brittany thought a quickie would relieve my nerves," she said with a pout and kissed me again. "You were nervous?" I asked, kissing a trail down her neck. My hands were itching to palm her breasts, but I was trying to prolong the torture for both of us. She pulled my head back and looked at me again. "Every woman is nervous on her wedding night, David," she told me. That did the trick! I brought her down for a hard kiss and used my other hand to strip her breasts of the nightgown's protection. She pulled up so she could pull my shorts down enough to free me from confinement. I let go of her hair and moved my hand between her legs. She was wet, warm, and thick exactly like I remembered. She moved up, and I took a nipple in my mouth. She moaned years' worth of wanting to be with me and reached between her legs to straighten my phallus. Brittany had taken care of the foreplay so Mandy was ready for me when she placed the head of my dick against her pussy's entrance. I moved both hands to her ass and took a hard grip. I gave attention to her other breast. She held me in place and settled her weight on top of me. It had been a long time since I had felt the thickness and gentle pressure of Mandy's body around me. I had been thinking about being inside her for most of the afternoon; it felt better than my daydreams when she was fully seated in my lap. I spread her asscheeks and pushed up into her to get deeper. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. She was not moving so I had to act. I flipped us over in one swift motion. She was tight and thick; my motion had taken me half out of her body. I took back what was now mine. Mandy welcomed the taking by squeezing me with her thighs. "Oh God! I missed you so much!" she whispered and kissed me desperately. There were tears in her eyes. She moistened my cheeks with them as we continued kissing. We did not fuck; instead we ground our hips together so I did not lose any depth. It was enough after so much time apart. I felt once again the gentle pressure that was unique to Mandy when she came. I forced my hands underneath and palmed her asscheeks. I squeezed hard and moved against her. Her orgasm lasted long enough for me to begin my own. It felt like I had been saving up cum for our reunion. I came like I was trying to fill her with enough cum to give her a child naturally. Usually, I tried to get off a woman so I could ensure she did not get uncomfortable. I did not care at the time and stayed on top of Mandy until I hardened inside of her again. I heard the door open as I began to move in and out of her. I turned my head to see Brittany and Rachel walking in naked. Rachel was carrying a small tube and crawled on the bed. Brittany got on the other side of us and reached down to where Mandy and I were joined. She pushed against me to get my cock out of Mandy's pussy. She pushed me back even further and leaned down to take me into her mouth. Rachel turned Mandy over with kisses and nips on her sides. She straddled the small of Mandy's back and opened the tube. It was a lubricating gel; she traced a line between Mandy's asscheeks with it. She enjoyed spreading the lubrication into a woman's ass; Mandy had one of the finest asses we ever shared. Her finger invaded Mandy's anal rose to prepare the way. I got harder in Brittany's mouth, and she let me go to watch Rachel's treatment of Mandy. They guided me back to where my dick could touch their newest lover-wife. "Ours!" Rachel whispered as Brittany placed the tip of my dick against Mandy's asshole. ------- Mandy's extended family did not take the sisters' strategy lying down. They tried to get Smith Holdings into court, but the judge bowed to the opinion of the will's executor. The aunt was a battleaxe whom no one in the family wanted to go up against alone. There were other attempts to undermine the authority Mandy and Sarah were passing to me. They eventually culminated in a boardroom meeting with all of the principals. Michael, the Lees, Marie, and our lawyers represented Smith Holdings at the table. They had the offending family members, along with their lawyers, on the other side. I sat away from the table with Rachel, Brittany, and Ovaldo while Sarah, Mandy, and their aunt sat at the opposite end but away from the table too. The wrangling had been going for an hour and half. Every woman in the room, who knew me well, was casting increasingly nervous glances in my direction. The women on their side of the table felt the tension and began to try to negotiate a settlement instead of trying to get whatever they could. The men got insulting; a particularly offensive dig was directed at Rachel, criticizing her willingness to allow her husband to birth an illegitimate child with Mandy. Every woman on my side of the table got up and walked away. Most of our lawyers were female; Michael and I were comfortable with the mostly matriarchal system we were a part of and got along better with female lawyers. Their law firm was a four-generation conglomerate of interrelated families. It had more male partners than female, but the senior female partner, their matriarch, was in charge of the Smith Holdings' account. The woman had a lot of experience with Roger and Michael; she had correctly expected me to fit the mold. The firm backed their matriarch on anything she wanted when it came to Smith Holdings, like tendering a partnership offer to Mandy's battleaxe of an aunt. Sarah and the battleaxe moved to stay close to Mandy, and the firm took immediate action to establish something they never quite accomplished with Smith Holdings, a family tie. The law firm partners were privy to the contracts the government signed with Smith Holdings. They even willingly did the menial paperwork to reduce the number of people who knew the details of those contracts. They had a close enough estimate to the amount of money the contract was worth to scramble for available female or male firm members to present our family as possible spouses. The battleaxe was one avenue; the youngest son of the most senior partner joined Helen's new martial arts school as another. The young man was on the fast track and most of it had been earned with some hard fought legal battles. He was the only other male on our side of the table and was taken aback by the sudden exodus of female support. He also looked ready to take the insulting fool outside, which decided me on the Helen issue. He understood Helen was considered a part of our family. He was giving her all the right signals, but also exercising discretion in case Helen was not interested. I insisted Helen test her compatibility with him before I made a final decision. She said he was a good kisser, and she could have the firm tied to us by marriage in six month's time. I sat down beside him and looked at the people who had made themselves my adversaries. Their lawyers must have explained it carefully, using small words where necessary. Our lawyers had not even blinked at the will's provisions. Their legal opinion was the solution Mandy chose had been anticipated. They even checked with the lawyers for Mandy's father to ensure the social morality aspects of our plan did not interfere with the old man's intent. The people in front of me should have known better from the social history of Mandy and Sarah's departed father. Sarah and Mandy did not share a biological mother. The two women had lived in different houses on his estate. The old man had married neither and maintained a carnal relationship with both until his final illness. Mandy and Sarah had been nervous about the agreement and the women in our family, but not because it was something foreign to them. Their nervousness stemmed completely from the state of their inheritance and needing an outside force to salvage it. "I did not appreciate that remark. I expect an elaborate, heartfelt apology before we finalize this, or any offer I make today will be rescinded and no further offers will be tabled by Smith Holdings," I stated clearly. They grumbled and got loud again; I sat watching them. The women were the first to silence when they noticed Mandy, Sarah, and the battleaxe had moved their chairs beside Rachel and Brittany. Every woman on my side of the room relaxed and watched the other side with smiles. Michael was drumming his fingers on the table with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sure your lawyers explained three sitting judges have weighed in with opinions that the language of the will covers this exact circumstance." My words caused another spat of noise, but the lawyers were the first to quiet down which gave everyone else pause. "The sexual predilections of Mandy's father serve to illustrate this was something he knew might happen. He specifically chose to use the term 'biological father' instead of husband. Wording which holds unequivocal meaning." The explosion of noise barely lasted sixty seconds. "Are we agreed Mandy is a qualified daughter under the will?" I asked the lawyers. They nodded reluctantly; the family members grumbled. "Mandy has provided an affidavit and medical proof that the child she is carrying is mine, correct?" I was answered with silence and surly looks. "As the 'biological father', this qualifies me to activate the provisions of the will you are arguing against." The men on their side were becoming increasingly unhappy. "Actually if you read the provisions carefully, you will come to the same conclusion I have." Even the people in my side of the room quieted down. I smiled and shook my head. "Mandy and Sarah's father did not write the provisions to address an esoteric situation. He wrote them specifically with me in mind." The battleaxe's gasp confirmed it for everyone in the room. I spun the chair to look at Mandy and Sarah. They were staring at their aunt in stunned surprise. They turned towards me. "Your mothers have access to the same information channels you do." Clarity came to them at the same time. They had overlooked the fact their mothers became sisters through their sorority affiliation and not by sharing a man they loved. Mandy's sex life would not have been a surprise to her father. The battleaxe nodded respectfully at me. Rachel and Brittany were looking me with surprise almost equal to Mandy and Sarah's. It seemed clear to me as soon as I read the will. The old man had daughters who could not run his business, but he had women he was responsible for. He made sure death was no bar to taking care of them. I would have done the same thing. "All I need to win every lawsuit you bring against me is place the executor of the will or Mandy and Sarah's mothers on the stand." The other side tried to drown out the revelation with angry words and gestures. A sharp hand wave from Michael quieted them down. "The mothers will sit in the witness chair and extensively explain their relationship with Mandy's father. They're going to say things like, 'He felt responsible for his sister, the two of us, his daughters, and the hundreds of loyal employees.' 'Towards the end, he became desperate when he considered we would not be taken care of unless he left his company in the right hands.' My personal favorite is going to be: 'We're talking about bringing a child into the world who will be worth millions with her first breath! A child that is an entire company's hope for a future!'" I let the vision of Mandy and Sarah's mothers expressing those thoughts on the stand settle in. "My wife, Rachel, will testify she is vehemently opposed to any child of mine being raised apart from their siblings or father." I smiled at the troublemakers as they fidgeted. "Brittany's testimony that her son is already living in the manner anticipated by the will should seal every judgment in my favor. Morality is all well and good, but my wife and I are in a marriage of convenience. She is sixteen years older than I. Her full acceptance of a situation she is ALREADY living with comes with significant financial rewards. They may not believe her intentions are pure, but no one will doubt the situation benefits her and, more importantly, benefits her children greatly." I hesitated a moment before continuing, "You won't win the court cases. The old man was too good, and I was hand-picked to succeed him." "You don't actually believe all that!" one of the younger men said. It was always the young ones! "You're right," I said, surprising everyone. "This will not make it to court too many times. Any delay increases the power of my position. I will soon be able to stop you from using Allaire's funds to attack my daughter's inheritance." "The child might not even be born," the youngest male said in a voice, which made every woman in the room's head turn towards him. Ovaldo moved like a striking snake when he needed to, but Michael was closer to the idiot. He met Ovaldo's rush head on. Michael's body sailed over the table and landed hard on the other side, but he delayed Ovaldo long enough for Esmeralda to grab her youngest brother by the ear. It was not a tight grip and the look she gave the idiot with a big mouth said she was only stopping Ovaldo because she wanted her pound of flesh first. The voice the idiot used contained the barest hint of threat. Brittany and Rachel were standing between Mandy and him. Every woman on my side of the table was looking at him like they were about to jump over the table to get their hands around his neck. I drummed my fingers on the table and waited for everyone to settle down. The idiot was made very uncomfortable by the eyes of every woman on my side staying on him. They were giving him the look they might have given a rabid dog who needed to be put down. Michael got up shakily and sat down in his chair. He was the angriest I had ever seen him, and the people on the other side of the table were rightly worried. Michael had been the voice of reason throughout our extended negotiations. "My cousin did not mean it like that, despite his tone of voice," one of the women said reasonably. "The fact of the matter is miscarriages do occur." "For the last three generations, no child in our family has been miscarried," Esmeralda said. The woman sat back stunned. "We have perfect medical records of our family to prove it. Mandy is already past her first month, any problems will be..." Esmeralda stopped. Ovaldo put his arm around her shoulders to help her control the shaking. My aunt took the subject of the family's children very seriously. "That's irrelevant," Mandy's aunt said sitting down next to me before Esmeralda could continue. "David has already satisfied the important provisions of the will. Mandy has provided medical and personal proof David is the father of her child. God forbid, but if the child is miscarried only Mandy or Sarah can break David's hold on Allaire. Mandy by refusing to attempt to have another child with David, or Sarah by qualifying another man under the same provisions." "I won't refuse David a fucking thing for the rest of my life!" Mandy's voice rang out with from behind the wall of my female relatives. "Mandy, language!" her aunt admonished. Sarah sat down on the other side of her aunt and looked at her relatives. "I have my eye on someone, but I'm sure, even in that circumstance the company would still become David's responsibility." "Three generations," the woman, who had last spoken, whispered looking at Ovaldo. Sarah cleared her throat harshly, but the woman looked at her unabashed. If he had not used that tone of voice, the idiot's statement would have been taken more seriously. The women in Mandy's family had problems taking a child to term. The woman who was looking at Sarah had her first marriage disintegrate after she lost a child six months into the pregnancy. A statement like Esmeralda's hit her in a place that cost her a lot of pain. Sarah sighed as the woman's gaze drifted back to Ovaldo. The fool's tone decided me. "I'm going to make you the same offer I made the executives at Smith Holdings," I said. Everyone in the room turned towards me to hear what I had to say. "You can accept the deal I put on the table today, or I will sweep Allaire clean of anyone I suspect will think badly of me on the worst Monday morning of their life." They tried to talk, but my hand stopped them. "Mandy and her father have put all the cards in my hands. I do not have to be nice, but you are still her relations. Accept the deal or the consequences!" They grumbled but the last offer Michael tendered was better than they had expected. The woman who was staring at Ovaldo raised her hand. It was the battleaxe's youngest daughter, and she looked at her child with proud eyes at the obvious choice being made. "We're not in school, Sheryl," Sarah said with some feigned peevishness. Sarah was not above sharing, but she probably had hoped for some time without another woman in her love life. "In the split of Allaire, you're keeping the Alominos plant which I was heavily involved with," she stated carefully. I thought it amazing how the word baby changed a woman's loyalties so dramatically. I nodded. "I would like to continue to have a role with the site," she said. Her side of the table immediately discarded her as useless to their efforts to squeeze every last penny from us. "We have different plans for Alominos," Marie stated from behind me. "Then my knowledge and the relationships I established building the facility would be extremely useful to you," Sheryl offered brightly. "Sheryl, do you really need to cow-tow to them at this moment?" the idiot asked angrily. I looked at Sarah and motioned towards a corner of the room. Her eyes opened in surprise, but she got up and extended a hand to Sheryl. The battleaxe looked me with a raised eyebrow. "The business side can be worked out, but it's easier if women deal with their issues first," I told her. "My young sorority sisters are right. You are a dangerous boy," she said softly. She turned to look at Mandy and turned back to me. "Your daughters are going to be willful brats," she said happily. "Take my daughter out for an afternoon," I said humorlessly. "You're definition of willful may change." She snorted as if she expected no less. She got up from the table to join Sarah and her daughter. The two women were looking obstinate. The lawyers on our side sat down and talked seriously with their counterparts about the deal being offered. ------- It took a couple of days to finish the negotiations. The company was split along site and technology lines. The transition began once the legal papers were signed. Our side was having lunch at the mansion without the lawyers. Sarah, Sheryl, Mandy, and the battleaxe were looking confused. "David," Mandy said. I sat back and nodded. They had held out longer than I expected. "It's not a criticism..." Sheryl said. "We're just confused as to why you gave them the most profitable branch of our company," Sarah said. "Damn right!" the battleaxe cut in with. "It's a stupid move, boy. You've handed those weaklings the cake and let them eat it." Rachel had told her about my 'battleaxe' moniker. She took it as a sign she could be 'more' herself around me. Everyone looked at them with smug smiles. Marie was glowing, which had more to do with the knowledge Forrest and her were expecting a second child. They had also discovered their son's problems were what they first thought: he inherited his father's intellect. The child had been frustrated by his daycare and the stupidity of toys appropriate for his age. Rachel had Marie drop Forrest Jr. off at the mansion instead of daycare; the boy did much better in his new surroundings. Marisa suggested it had more to do with his indoctrination into Rain's growing cult than anything else. Esmeralda was ecstatic at his addition to the children's fold since her daughters and Forrest Jr. quickly became inseparable. It figured she would be happy; her daughters behaved like miniature thugs and adding brains to the mix made most other people nervous. There was something else to Marie's happiness; Mandy put it together first. "Forrest!" she said. Her sister, aunt, and cousin focused on her. "What did Forrest do?" she asked, excitedly leaning forwards. Her relatives turned to look at us. "What did we give over to the rest of your family which has you worried?" I asked. "The appliance chip business," the aunt said seriously, to which Sarah nodded. "We're leaps and bounds ahead of the competition in single purpose computer chips for appliances that don't require the power of a standard chip," Sheryl said, staring at us. "Not even the big chip makers can compete with our lines," Mandy said. "Do you believe your researchers could ever come up with something 'leaps and bounds' beyond what Forrest could design?" Marie asked before stuffing some chocolate cake in her mouth. The women looked at Mandy for clarification. "I handed Forrest to Smith Holdings when he was a freshman," she informed them. "Is he that good?" the aunt asked. Mandy's slow nod was answer enough. "And you gave him to them?!?" "I handled MY husband for the sorority," Marie said with a voice wrought in iron. "Your brother was already ill when Forrest entered our sphere. Guiding him to Smith Holdings was my decision as our best chance of success and gratitude for the sorority." The aunt sat back and nodded but remained obviously frustrated by the lack of leadership her brother's company had suffered. She was a good lawyer, but life probably had no greater pleasure than making worthwhile enemies so she would have ground management under her heel. "So Forrest designed his own chips?" "It goes deeper than that," Joanne Lee-Smith said. "Sean and Patrick are very well connected in Japan," Stephanie Lee-Smith said. "You've broken the Japanese market?" the battleaxe gasped in wonder. I nodded. "But that's impossible!" she said. "Actually, they could not have competed against rivals without Forrest's chips, and we have patents in all relevant countries." "How?" Sheryl asked. "We had the support of the federal government. They did some squeezing to ensure governments around the world understood that allowing a Smith Holdings' designed chip to be cloned would have severe economic consequences," Brittany said. "But no one would believe that," Sheryl said. "The consequences are outlined clearly by law," Rachel stated. "You got a law passed?" the battleaxe asked. I nodded. "What do you have over the federal government?" she asked. "Smith Holdings has a contract with the government to sell Forrest's flagship CPU exclusively to them," Marie said. "He didn't!" Mandy gasped. Marie nodded proudly. "How bad?" Mandy asked. Marie looked at me. I had to smile before I spoke. "How did Forrest put it? 'This should keep that fucker, David, out of my hair for the next twenty years!'" I snickered. Marie nodded before laughing. Mandy and her relatives looked at us with wide eyes. "The government estimates it will take 18 years for the other chipmakers to catch up to Forrest's design," I told them. "That is if we do not make any improvements in that time, which researchers have already been hired to do," Marie said. "But that doesn't explain..." the battleaxe said. "They're buying all but their most exposed computer systems from us. Forrest has been working on a redesign of almost every component for years, not to mention a new operating system," Marie exulted. "The work it would require though," Sheryl said amazed. She had more experience on the technical side than anyone at the table. "Forrest and Forrest Jr. have a disorder which causes them to need less sleep than normal people," Marie explained. "For Forrest, and my son eventually, six hours of sleep is equivalent to twelve for us." "That must have been horrible when Junior was a baby!" Mandy said. Nothing like baby talk to distract the women in my family! "You wouldn't believe the amount of noise he made. I thought there was a problem, but we had Forrest and Jr. checked out. The doctor was amazed and I had to train Forrest to take care of the baby so I could get sleep." Mandy, Sheryl, and Sarah nodded consolingly. "Sex also makes Forrest very productive. If he gets regular sex, he doesn't do anything other than work and work and more work." "Weird!" Sarah said. "You're telling me!" Marie said laughing. "He's doing all these great things, and I'm helping by spreading my legs on a schedule." All the women thought it was the funniest thing. Michael, Ovaldo, and I looked between each other shrugging. "The government wants all that extra computing power for themselves and is willing to pay for it," Sheryl said looking at me with something close to reverence. "The other companies must know something is up if the government is planning to buy only from Smith Holdings," the battleaxe said. I nodded. "They have to be curious and will want to compete with you." "The feds and Smith Holdings made them an offer they could not refuse," I said. "What?" Mandy asked. "Continued economic survival," Michael said with something of the smugness the women were spreading around so liberally. "There's a signed Executive Order which states the federal government will come down like locusts on any company we suspect of attempting to bring to a market something Smith Holdings designed for exclusive government use," Rachel said quietly. "God!" the aunt said looking at me with even wider eyes. "The release of any product Forrest determines is based on his designs means Smith Holdings will be allowed to take our entire product line commercial immediately." The women looked at me; it felt like they wanted to create distance between them and me. "If they're really that good, you'll finish entire companies worth billions." "A severe nationwide economic blow; another reason the government made the deal sweet for Smith Holdings," I said smiling. "Sweet?" Sarah asked shocked to the core. "They couldn't possibly believe you," Sheryl said. "The chipmakers and operating system companies were allowed to do their own testing in government facilities," Joanne informed them. "They believe the market will finish them if we ever bring our products to bear," her sister said. "MS won't take this lying down. They never have," Sarah said trying to shake our stance. "We've had the operating system for two years," Joanne said. "The government has been trying to write viruses for it the entire time." "They've succeeded twice," Stephanie said. "Both times because Forrest used third party code as a short cut." "It really pissed him off!" Marie said laughing. "Angry, frustrated sex while he stripped the entire code base of 'foreign' elements." "He WAS a vile prick when we gave him the news," Esmeralda said shaking her head. Marie shrugged. "It probably helped get us the new baby and took him down a peg," she said patting her belly. "It doesn't matter. MS hasn't been known to play by the rules and they tie you up in court to keep doing what they want," Sheryl argued. "Yes, Sheryl, but this time the entire computer industry will back us if we bring only the OS to market," Brittany said. "From chipmaker to retailer, everyone's livelihood will be on the line." "You put a gun to the industry's head," Sheryl said amazed. "And the government loaded it to make sure everyone took him seriously," Rachel said proudly. Mandy and her family looked at me for a couple of minutes and then at each other. "We're talking billions of dollars, David. People will play violent hardball with Forrest and his family. It will be worth it to them." I nodded and took a drink of water. "The right people have already been introduced to the gentlemen who will play hardball back," I said. "Except we will have a federal hunting license." "I only needed the most modern of Allaire's plants, the name, and the product lines which won't be in direct competition with Smith Holdings'," I said, answering their original question. "Alominos!" Sheryl said suddenly. "What?" her aunt asked. "They want it because of its isolation. I told those idiots putting a high tech plant there was stupid, but it's perfect if you want to achieve any control of a modern environment." They looked at each other and at me. "We're going to create a very nice playground for Forrest, the people who work with him, and the manufacturing plants for the computer parts," Marie said. "There's a private college close by; I heard a sorority chapter would be established soon," Sheryl said looking to us for confirmation. "The plant will be, for all intents and purposes, a heavily armed military base, putting it under exclusive federal control and laws," Marie said. "You people are crazy!" the aunt exclaimed, "You can't get away with this!" "You know what convinced me it would work?" I asked before taking another drink of water. "What?" "When the executives who participated in the testing quietly expanded their investment portfolios out of an industry they control." They looked at me; there was quite a bit of feminine nervousness in their eyes. The aunt's nervousness was being taken over by anger. "Do you know what the difference between Roger, your brother, me and everyone else at this table is?" I asked her. She shook her head. "All of us need reasons to pull the trigger," Esmeralda said. "You need to make sure men like my nephew have reasons not to." We sat in silence for a few minutes before anyone could speak. "Are you sure you don't have an older brother around?" Sarah asked trying to break the quiet with humor. "No," Ovaldo cut in from where he had sat quietly. "But he has a 'qualified' uncle." Everyone broke out into laughter; the women had the decency to look chagrined at their obvious plans to see Ovaldo settled. ------- The young executive in Mandy's company worked out well. Sheryl and he were instrumental in the transition and setting up Alominos for our needs. The two companies merged as much as necessary while we waited for Mandy Jr. to come of age. My new baby was named after the battleaxe, but Rain hated the name Matilda and forced her growing cult of young family members to use Mandy Jr. for her baby sister. The naming after the battleaxe was a family tradition that even she fought, but Mandy and Sarah were insistent. They managed to hold out for three months against Rain's will before Mandy legally added her own name to the birth certificate. Brian, the young executive, had been casually introduced to the blonde and elegant Samantha. They dated for several months, making the necessary noises about where the relationship was headed. Samantha threw him a birthday celebration, inviting a couple of sorority sisters over for the occasion. He bought an engagement ring the next morning. His decision placed me in the mansion library wearing tuxedo pants and a tailored shirt. I got stuck with the duty of watching my children. Rachel had sweetly told me it was my job to ensure none of them got outside and became one with dirt. Brutus and Roger were looking to Rain as if preparing to make a bid to get her to start some exotic misbehavior. If I thought they might understand, I would have explained Rain had been bribed into her best angel impersonation. Brittany offered to take her shopping the next day for my daughter's first pair of diamond studs. It seemed five-year old girls understood the international language of jewelry. I was relieved of duty by Ovaldo and what now seemed like the permanently attached Sarah and Sheryl. The women still behaved like they wanted to cross swords, but around Ovaldo, they were the picture of sensual feminine tranquility. The women told me I was wanted in the bride preparation room, originally known as the extra bedroom in the adult wing. I grumbled a little bit when Rachel offered the mansion as the place to hold the wedding and our grounds as the reception area. It was big enough so I had no real arguments about it, especially after Samantha and Elizabeth expressed their gratitude. I opened the door and walked inside. Samantha had chosen pale pink for the bridesmaids' dresses. Rachel found it necessary to redecorate the room in the same color for the occasion. My protest against the silliness of redecorating the room for one day had not been well received. The advancement of Smith Holdings into a cash cow phase made it fall even flatter. The advanced nature of the systems we sold the government was slowly becoming an open secret. The Alominos test center was a part of the government technical recruiting tour. There had always been stories in the colleges that the government had systems years ahead of anything available in the commercial realm; Smith Holdings made the myth a reality. The sheer computing edge of one Smith Holdings laptop did the same thing to technical recruits' minds that jet planes did to teenage male hormones. They felt the need for speed, and the government was not above playing to it. The obvious questions of security came up during those tours, but a reading of the pertinent Executive Order, the Smith Holdings Security Act, and the nature of the agencies, who had a keen interest in maintaining their edge, quieted the curious. For the most part, we did not have to use Forrest's creative security measures. The one incident of two machines being smuggled out of the country was enough to convince the right international people the government thought the machines were on par with tactical nukes. The economic sanctions were harsh and political heads rolled when the leaders discovered the punishment was over twenty pounds of plastic and high tech metal sludge. After the machines self-destructed so theatrically, some agencies approached us to get access to the security we installed on our hardware. The problem was no one but Forrest and his closest assistants understood them. He was being hardheaded about it too, and we decided to let him be since the security measures indirectly added to our profit margin. A few of the government agencies had doubled their orders due to their machines becoming waste material when they made concerted attempts to break through Forrest's security. I hoped they would remain unsuccessful because disturbing Forrest to increase his security might cause problems, like him implanting an implosion device on the machines or something. Marie repeated my joke to the Undersecretary of Defense in charge of the government relationship with Smith Holdings. The backlash for that one had everyone except Marie laughing our heads off. Unfortunately, the joke cost us most of the profit from self-induced destruction. Government agencies even assigned people to be taught what would cause the self-destruct protocols. Marie's biggest concern about her joke was the visit from a building full of men in uniform and black suits wanting to 'discuss' the possible avenues Forrest's weapons research. I had to become involved, and it took a meeting with Forrest to convince most of them weapons research was a path no sane person wanted Forrest to take. People came out of the meeting shaking, especially because I made the mistake of inviting Ovaldo. Forrest and my uncle, who rarely spent any time together before the meeting, quickly found a lot of things in common. They became the best of friends, which made most of the family and the government nervous. Finally, I made it clear to Ovaldo and Forrest I expected anything they cooked up to be of limited destructive power. Nobody was satisfied with my choice of words, but Forrest and Ovaldo were forces we could only hope to contain. The pink/peach room was impressive in its lack of masculinity. I looked around and tried to step out when the array of women registered, only women I had a sexual relationship with were in the room. They were better than me though; I groaned when I heard Marisa's giggles as she slammed the door shut behind me. She was not in the room, but I could hear her on the other side trying to listen in. The women in front of me parted so I could look at Samantha. She was wearing the pearl D charm, a smile, and heels. She had decided for a more natural look so her makeup was barely noticeable. Her slim beauty had never been more evident as her smile turned from warm to hot. "Uh... aren't you getting married today?" I asked. "Yes." It was all the response I needed. I walked up to her and stood inches away from a kiss. She took the inches away, and my hands went around to cup her ass. The kiss was the heat of submission. I felt hands on undo my pants. They were pushed down my legs so I could step out of them while other hands unbuttoned my shirt. Samantha moved down to kiss my chest and stomach. She took the head of my dick in her mouth and looked at me as she suckled it. She stayed there while the other women took the rest of my clothing off. I knew she had to get into her dress soon, but she got up as if she had all the time in the world to enjoy being with me. She sat on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. We were guided backwards until we were in the middle of the bed with me between her legs. She was moist and warm as my dick came into contact with her, searching for the way to join us. She brought her knees up to grip me tightly. I felt a hand between us take me in a firm grip. My cock was led to Samantha's center. I thrust through the hand and into the bride-to-be. She arched to force more of me into her. The hand moved away, and I pulled back. She dipped her hips to give us even more space. At the same moment, we moved towards each other. I felt like I had never been so deep inside of Samantha. She had plans for the beginning of the act and wrapped her legs around me, holding me as tight as she could. I rested my weight on top of her. She hitched her hips to give me the best angle for penetration. I pulled my hips back and thrust into her slowly. She put her face in my neck and kissed the skin where shoulder met neck. She was whispering, but the feel of her around me was all I could focus on. I knew the other women were watching and on the edge of my awareness I could hear the buzz of their conversation. Samantha had been waiting and came when she ground against me. I heard her whispers that time; she was promising to be mine forever. I got harder inside of her, not to come but to take greater possession of her. She opened her legs at the end of her orgasm to allow me the freedom to do exactly that. I put my hands underneath her knees and pushed them against the sides of her body. Her pussy opened even more for me; her whispers begged me to fuck her harder than ever before. I pulled back and fucked into Samantha's pussy with all the power I could muster. Her pussy squeezed me tightly at the deepest part of my stroke, only to release me so I could pull back. I felt weight on the bed but did not care about anything except making Samantha mine. I drove in and out of her with barely controlled thrusts. She became louder and louder as my thrusts affected her body. A hand covered her mouth; it made the situation even sexier. She tried to scream around the hand in a declaration that her body was mine. Would always be mine. I slowed down the thrusts so I could add power to the downward motion into her pussy. I worked her in steady strokes, building towards an apex that could test the hand's ability to keep the cries of pleasure unheard by other wedding guests. It was not a mindless fuck; it was a purposeful screwing to mark Samantha as mine, regardless of the vows she was making. I thrust into her, taking her from orgasm to orgasm until she lost the ability to yell out loud. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat as our salt mingled. "It's time, baby," I heard someone whisper in my ear an undetermined amount of time later. Samantha put her tired arms around my neck and pulled my face into her neck. I rested on top of her and thrust for my own pleasure. She accepted me, whispering the right words into my ear. I pulled back one last time and kissing her, pumped hard into her pussy. In the deepest part of her, my body marked her for what she was. She put her hands on my ass and applied pressure on my dick to take more of me inside of her body. I thought weddings were boring affairs. Knowing Samantha was saying her vows with my cum coating the inner walls of her womanhood made me feel more involved in the ceremony though. At the beginning of Samantha's vows, Rachel whispered to me the bride was expecting another visit to the peach room during the reception. Brittany whispered in my other ear that she had the duty of holding the wedding dress out of the way while I fucked Samantha's ass. It was a really nice wedding. ------- Chapter 10F: The Cradle of the Pack The call interrupted my thoughts on my wife and first daughter's relationship. "Hello." "David!" It had been a while since I heard from Helen. The new baby kept her up most nights. "How are you?" "The baby slept through the night," she said, "and the scale says I lost the last two pounds I wanted." "Good for you." "If you come down to the school, it could be good for you too." I laughed and adjusted, remembering how Helen looked with Brittany holding the wedding dress up while I fucked her ass. "Anyway, David, I need you to come down here for the four-thirty advanced children's class." "Why?" "I have a new student who could solve the problems you're having with Rachel and Rain." "Really?" "I think... actually I know, you'll like his mother too." I laughed before replying, "I won't be able to show up in that time frame until Monday." "That's fine." "Okay," I said, leaning forward to hang up the phone. "David!" "Yes?" "Plan to stay late!" "Of course." I hung up and sat back to continue thinking. A few days after Rain's eighth birthday, Rachel tempted me with another of her yellow bikinis. She surprised me at the pool, and we ended up having an afternoon-long tryst in the pool house. Unfortunately, we did not know Rain was hiding from her brothers' in the pool house; the last stunt they convinced her to initiate had gotten them grounded 'forever'. She ran into the closet when Rachel and I crashed in. Rachel and I unwittingly gave our oldest daughter a very thorough sexual education in the standard sexual acts from oral to anal. I fell asleep, but Rachel witnessed Rain sneaking out. Over the years, Rachel had become less caged, as if Rain's unfettered nature drew her mother out. Mandy, who taught psychology at the Alominos College, concluded the episode with Rain caused a backlash, driving my wife back to suppressing major portions of her personality. Mandy was the only one who talked to both Rachel and Rain about the incident. Rain had been confused and excited by what she saw (at the same age Rachel and her twin began exploring their sexual nature). Rachel understood exactly what Rain was feeling; it brought the loss of her sister back while causing a great deal of motherly concern. The two sides of Rachel, which alternatively viewed Rain as sister and daughter, came into conflict. Mandy was doing a paper on the 'Smith strain' twins, as she called it; twins sharing part of their personality was her pet psych-theory to explain certain behaviors. Mandy thought Rachel had rebuilt those shared portions of personality, but the conflict over Rain forced my wife back to the time after her twin's death. I did not care why the problem was occurring; I just wanted it resolved before my wife and daughter suffered any trauma. Mandy explained I had two related problems. I had become the focus of Rain's immature sexual desire. Except for Marie, every important female figure in Rain's life was involved a sexual relationship with me. The boys did not think about that aspect of their lives, but Mandy assured me Rain did. The second problem was the lioness wanted out of the cage. Rachel could not do it without accepting the death of her twin. Something she would never do voluntarily. All the family women thought I should let Rain and Rachel deal with the issues between them and alone where necessary. It was a frustrating month, and then Esmeralda pit mother and daughter directly against each other. My aunt had a powerful hold on her husband, a Smith & Callas Holdings executive. The company name was Rachel's idea after several financial publications declared her the wealthiest woman in the country. She wanted to make sure every one of her Callas children understood I was building their legacy too. My aunt decided to train her daughters, ten and eleven, to assist her in keeping firm control of their daddy, not mention their future husband(s). Part one of their training was proper obeisance to the worst of the family wolves. Our first encounter involved the oral pleasure of kissing, licking, and sucking me to their heart's content. They were enthusiastic students, each bringing me to orgasm with tongue and mouth. Another of Esmeralda's goals was gaining additional leverage against her miniature thugs. The girls were getting out of control but had daddy wrapped around their pinkies. Esmeralda wanted sex added to the pinky-wrap so she needed the girls to recognize a higher authority. A week after their first lesson, Esmeralda brought them back. Neither enjoyed the bare-bottom spanking for bad grades. They got the message when I allowed them to suck me to near-orgasm, but it was their mother who enjoyed the seed of their labor. They were even further displeased to find they would be sleeping in separate bedrooms for a month and if they were caught playing with each other the next lesson would be delayed for an indeterminate amount of time. The girls, like good little wolves, did not argue but quickly modified their behavior to ensure I had no reason to keep them from their new games. Rain witnessed both encounters. Mandy and Brittany admitted they knew about Rain's new habit of sneaking into my bedroom. They decided allowing Rain to watch her mothers and me would direct her towards them for answers. I rarely spent time with a woman in my bedroom unless she lived at the mansion. Esmeralda thought my sexual involvement in her daughters' training was something she only needed to discuss with Rachel. Mandy and Brittany never considered Rain might see me in a sexual encounter with girls only a couple of years older, who just happened to be related to her. It opened Rain to a new set of possibilities, which we only discovered she was considering because Mandy caught Rain interrogating her cousins about their lessons. Mandy sat with Rain for a couple hours and disclosed the general gist of the conversation with her lover-wives. Rain was planning the seduction of her father. Rachel silence worried the rest of us, until it became obvious, mother was planning how to counter daughter. They matched up well against each other. Rain strictly controlled her generation of cousins, younger siblings, and children of family friends, like Samantha and Elizabeth's kids--even Helen's oldest son was not immune. The older children had some independence but all were a part of 'The Cult of Rain' as I called it. Her power resembled Rachel's without the sexual aspects, which I was sure would come later. To combat Rain, Rachel would have to be the person who planned and executed my seduction, who made Esmeralda bend her neck to a female not of our blood, and whom I had not seen in a long time. I looked at my watch; it was time for dinner. ------- Brittany had planned a dinner party at our favorite restaurant to introduce a Senatorial candidate to an old friend of the family. Our second leg from my freshman year in high school had done well in the political arena. We supported his Congressional campaign and were eager to see him graduate to the Senate. His wife had died from breast cancer two years before, leaving him a daughter to raise. He was a likeable candidate but the tragedy, which he handled with pained honesty, made him an extremely sympathetic one too. He was the clear frontrunner, whose only problem was the constituency's swelling nervousness over his continued unmarried status. Esmeralda, the Lees, Marie, Michael, Marisa, Rachel, Brittany, and Mandy joined me with the two people the sorority decided should get to know each other better. Our second leg's name was being passed around in certain circles as having Presidential potential, which would be a first for the Sisterhood. It did not take Richard long to figure out the women sought an end to his bachelorhood. "So I guess this was setup to introduce us," he said to Julie. Michael did a credible job of not snorting his coffee. "Tonight is to find out if you're attracted to me," Julie replied honestly. "I already know I'm attracted to you." I had always appreciated Julie's ability to floor it when necessary. The dinner participants were silent for sixty seconds. "Hmmm," the victim said to fill the silence. "In that case, the more interesting question is how did we get here." He was attracted, if only to the rumbling bass Julie's sexuality was pounding him with. She sat back with a smile of contentment. "I'm the principal for the Regent's Grammar School," she told Richard. "Yes, I know," he replied. "My daughter attends." She put her hand on top of his and smiled gently, "Emily is a beautiful little girl. It broke my heart the first time she smiled at me!" He smiled and did not pull his hand away. "We had a new student join our school last week," she continued. "A headstrong young boy who managed to annoy a lot of his classmates." He looked at her confused. She patted his hand, asking him to be patient. "Unfortunately, he annoyed Rain Callas," she said with a touch of vengefulness in her smile. "Your daughter," he said looking at me. I nodded. "Emily speaks very highly of her," he said. "Rain was Emily's favorite subject when she first transferred to Regent's. It helped Emily that her transition to a new school went so smoothly." "Thank you very much," Rachel said. She gave me a look to ensure I did not express my opinion on Rain's attempt to expand her cult outside the pack. "Anyway, the boy and Rain had a couple of childish spats," Julie said. "The last argument ended with him getting the far worst of it so he punched her in the face." "Really?" he asked worried. "Oh, shit!" Michael exclaimed. Richard stared at him. Michael had been in Japan on business for a couple of weeks. "Brutus," Marisa answered the question in Richard's eyes. "Oh!" he said, looking like he remembered something he heard recently. "Exactly... Brutus is a BIG boy," Julie said. "Big enough to pick up a school table and use it on the puncher." Richard's eyes opened wide. "Rain gets up and tries to break most of the kid's ribs with some well-placed kicks. I have to say, Helen does a wonderful job with little girls." Richard looked at the rest of us with some concern. Emily was Rain's best friend outside the family; both girls had been asking about overnight stays. "I guess Brutus likes people messing with family as much as Ovaldo does," Richard asked with some political curiosity. There had been an attempt to kidnap Forrest Jr. and his baby sister Rachel Forrest. Ovaldo was driving the Forrest children home for the night. The dogs harried the would-be kidnappers while Ovaldo cut their cars in half. The kidnappers did not plan for any of the Forrest-designed weapons Ovaldo used to violently end the attempt. A lot of people were curious about what happened and the tools Ovaldo was armed with. Smith & Callas had no comment. The government became quite insistent when I flew to Japan to meet the Chinese Ambassadors to the US, UN, Britain, and Japan. The words exchanged in the meeting were secret, but the demonstration of Ovaldo's toy cutting through a Chinese tank was not. The Ambassadors were infuriated to learn the British and Japanese government would receiving the dearly desired gift of access to most of the Smith & Callas government-only product lines. They got downright threatening when I announced the US Government would be handed over all of Forrest's weapon's research, like Ovaldo's toy. To make sure the point got through to them, I demonstrated the prototypes Ovaldo and Forrest had built and tested. Their anger did not peak until I told them of the billion dollars set aside for the sole purpose of resolving any outstanding problems with anyone who we believed caused the death of a Forrest, Smith, or Callas family member. Handing the list of conspirators inside their country and proof of their plan made them take seriously the danger they would be in if swift action were not taken. The government had not been directly involved, but a few minor members of their leadership had known about the attempt. They directed many angry words towards me, but everyone in power around the world 'unofficially' knew the story of the one successful attempt to steal the design of an experimental Forrest chip. The thief was found with twelve different shanks in him while awaiting trial. The company, which paid for the theft was fined millions and had to have its chip designs approved by the federal government for ten years. Three of the executive officers had been tried for treason and were serving long sentences in non-country club prisons. There was some political backlash for S&C, but breaking my first political career reduced the noise to a manageable rumble. US competitors got the message to stay out of my territory unless they wanted me to play in theirs; everyone else got the memo when the Chinese government purged the conspirators. They took me at my word; I would have no problem with niceties, like leveling an entire city block, to get the person who harmed a member of my pack. The British and Japanese governments sent official thank-you notes to the Chinese for getting caught red-handed. Marie shrugged at Richard with a look, which said he was not yet cleared for the information... yet. "Anyway," Julie said. "I have a hurt boy in the office with Rain, Brutus, and Roger. I made the mistake of telling Brutus and Rain they would have to be suspended. Roger pushes the kid to the ground, kicks him a couple of times, and says I have to suspend him too" Richard shook his head; from the surprise on his face after he looked around the table, he must have been expecting disapproval at the violence from the women at the table. It took effort not to laugh at his expectations. "An hour later, I have the boy's parents, Rachel, Brittany, and Mandy in my office." Julie took a sip from her coffee and braced herself. "The boy's parents were furious and insisted the Callas kids be expelled. All my questions about how a kid could be that obnoxious were quickly answered!" "They were intolerably rude to you," Mandy told her. "Thank you!" Julie replied. "I was trying to be reasonable. I informed them their tuition and fees would be refunded in full. They asked me what for, and they got even more pissed when I told them that obviously their child could not continue attending Regent's." "Why?" Richard asked, looking worried. Julie stared at Richard, "Why does your daughter attend to Regent's?" Richard had the decency to look embarrassed but tried to fib his way through, "It's the best grammar school in the state, easily one of the best in the best country. All of its students are automatically on the Regent's High School entrance list. I attended both schools." Julie gave him a look of disappointment. Richard sighed and shook his head. "All right!" he said with a smile. "And every Smith, Forrest, and Callas child of grammar school age attends." "Exactly," Julie said patting his hand to reward his honesty. "So does every child of S&C employees who work at the main campus. Jesus, Richard! If the parents want them to attend Regent's, S&C busses children in from Alominos and State " "Employees can afford it?" Richard asked looking around the table. "Money is not an issue if an employee wants to send their child to either Regent's school," Rachel said patting my hand. I shrugged; charity came after family, pack, and our employees were taken care of. "I still don't get why you would basically expel this kid," Richard said quietly. "The parents didn't either," Brittany said with a grimace. "One third of the Regent's student body is a Smith & Callas Holdings child, Richard," Julie stated. "Most of the kids were looked down as 'scholarship' kids when they came in, which made them stick together." "Ouch!" Richard said making the leap. "Exactly!" Julie said. "Smith & Callas making multi-billions as their yearly net improved the lot of its employees, but the kids never unstuck. There's almost two schools at Regent's: S&C kids and the rest." "You didn't try to break it up?" Richard asked. "The separation was in place when Julie arrived," Mandy said, defending her friend. Richard nodded thoughtfully. It would have been difficult even for Julie. S&C rewarded its employees, but even our janitors took advantage of the Regent's benefit. A majority of the kids did not have parents who could have afforded Regent's without working at S&C. "That's not too bad, except in the last few years the REAL Smith, Callas, and Forrest children arrived at our doorstep. The kids replicate the company. S&C employee kids form an outer ring, the kids from David's relatives an inner ring, and at the heart are Forrest's, the Smith twins', and David's children. The employee kids are easily the most protective of the social structure though." Richard sat back and crossed his arms looking at Julie with more concern. "Roger and Rain are the unchallenged school royalty," Julie said firmly. "Rain could walk into the lunchroom, decide she wants to sit at a table full of eighth grade S&C kids, and they'll move for her." "Are the boys bad?" Richard asked. There was reason for concern since Emily's second favorite subject was Brutus, raising many eyebrows as Roger was usually the cause of little female hearts fluttering at Regent's. "I guarantee there's at least a couple of female teachers who will want to be the Callas boys' first piece of ass," Marie said looking at Richard seriously. "People do stuff for Rain because she wants them to. They'll do the same thing for Roger and believe before, during, and after it was somehow for their benefit. Brutus..." No one really knew why people did things for Brutus. Julie blew air out of her mouth in affirmation of Marie's words. Richard looked a little wide-eyed. "Don't worry," Julie assured Richard. "None of the kids use their influence, except in situations like with Emily. She didn't have to go through new kid problems because Rain befriended her." "For the most part, our kids stay out of everyone's way," Mandy told Richard. "They've only ever played with family, so they're more comfortable with family members." "If they stay out of other kids' way, what's the problem?" Richard asked. "Other children stay out of S&C kids' way, and EVERYBODY leaves the family children alone. This little boy picked on Rain, which carries the second worst repercussions in the school." "Second worst repercussions?" Richard asked. "Well, Roger and Brutus are going to be satisfied with kicking the crap out of anybody who messes with them," Mandy said. "The rest of the school is going to leave it alone because they're boys." "Rain is the school princess." Richard said, realizing where it was going. "Yeah!" Julie said. "This boy punched Rain Callas; regardless of what happened to him, it would not end there. Two-thirds of the school would avoid him like the plague; the other third would be on him relentlessly. That's after the S&C family kids got through with him!" "Like Forrest Jr.," Rachel said with a cruel smile. "Which is what she said while I was trying to explain to the brat's parents why he had to be removed from the school immediately." "Wait!" Richard raised a hand. "You said 'second worst repercussions', I would think that would be the worst." "Oh God, no!" Julie said, shaking her head frantically. "Messing with Emily or either set of the Lee-Smith twins would be so much worse." "What?" Richard asked. "Rain is Rachel's daughter," Joanne Lee-Smith told to Richard. "Sean and Patrick are Rachel's sons," Stephanie said, "Making Rain, my sons'..." "And my daughters' aunt," Joanne finished. "Roger and Brutus ignore the relationship since they're only a few months older than both sets of twins," Rachel said. "Rain is very clear that they are HER nieces and nephews, which means they are under her complete protection. Both sets love it, of course." Joanne and Stephanie shrugged in unison. Their children had been the first of Rain's converts. "But Emily?" Richard asked Rachel. "Emily is Rain's bestest friend," Marisa replied. "She's also already planning the wedding." "What wedding?" Richard asked. "Brutus and Emily's," Marisa told him seriously. "What?!?" he nearly bellowed. "You didn't know?" Marisa asked humorously. "Marisa," I said in a gentle voice. She stuck her tongue out at me. "Don't worry, Richard," Julie said patting his hand again. "Emily has a big crush on Brutus. Rain is just being supportive." Marisa snorted, but with Julie putting a smile on him to wake up any dormant hormones, Richard missed it. "I still don't understand why messing with Rain wouldn't be worse," Richard said recovering well from Julie's smile. "Everybody in Rain's life is family," Marisa said to no one in particular. "Emily's been through a lot in the last couple of years, and she wanted to be friends with Rain. My niece is as spoiled as I was growing up, but she knows the value of every one of her gifts, especially the ones that can't be measured with money. Rain will never stop if you hurt someone she cares for." "We know a friendship between Emily and our children was what you hoped for," Rachel said to Richard directly. He waved her words away, almost embarrassed. "Emily smiles a lot more since she met Rain," he said. It was obvious his daughter's well-being meant everything to him. Julie took his hand and squeezed it. "I explained to the parents how absolutely brutal the kids are going to be to their child, and Rachel, like she just did, interrupts with a mention of the worst terror which will be visited upon this poor boy. How was it that you put it, Rachel?" Rachel looked up for a moment at the ceiling and snapped her fingers. "Excuse me," she said in a quiet voice a parent would use when trying to politely interrupt the principal of her child's school. "Yes, Mrs. Callas-Smith," Julie said, getting into the role-playing. "Speaking of family children," Rachel said. "Is anyone keeping tabs on Forrest Jr. and the James girls?" Julie turned to Richard. "She asked it with that exact same annoying innocence!" Julie said angrily. "Julie immediately yells 'OH MY GOD!' and hits the intercom to the whole school," Brittany said. The participants of the meeting broke laughing when Mandy made as if to press a button. "Attention all faculty and staff," Mandy said authoritatively. "It is of critical importance Forrest Jr. and the James sisters be located immediately. If found, detain them, and call my office. I repeat; it is critical Forrest Jr. and his cohorts be found." "You called my daughters someone's cohorts!" Esmeralda said with annoyance. "Esmy," Brittany cut in before anyone else could speak. "Your daughters are smart enough to let Forrest Jr. do the thinking; they're happy as long as they get to do the punching." Esmeralda and Marie smirked at each other. Esmeralda's younger daughter had been skipped a grade to keep the sisters together; they were much easier to manage as a pair. Forrest insisted his son go to school with normal (his word) kids, an opportunity he was not afforded. Marie abided by his wishes but insisted her husband formalize his children's private lessons. For Forrest Jr., school was a place to be social with other children. Considering his intelligence, it would not have worked except for Marie and Esmeralda joining forces. The school wanted to skip Forrest Jr. through a lot of grades, but Marie stopped them when her son got to the James sisters' grade. The James girls provided Forrest Jr. the necessary protection a child with his intelligence needed in school. Esmeralda looked at me and smiled; her planned beneficiary of the girls' sexual training was Forrest Jr. Marie looked at me and smiled to. The James daughters showed the promise of my family's good looks and were viciously protective of her son. Nobody crossed those two little girls without walking away the worst for it. Forrest Jr. would probably never know to question his fate; from the looks the girls gave him after their first lesson, he would never have a hard-on without a home inside of whichever one of them he wanted to relieve it in. "So did you find them?" Richard asked getting into the story. Julie nodded with some reluctance. "They can't be that bad!" "My daughters can't by themselves," Esmeralda said honestly. "Junior, by himself, would probably never do a single bad thing in his life," Marie admitted. "Together..." Esmeralda said. "They're probably worse than you can imagine." Marie nodded; both mothers had plenty of experience with the three children's combined ability to damage the environment when left unsupervised for too long. The James girls loved to watch things go 'BOOM!', and Forrest Jr. liked pleasing them. The men in the family found it amusing, but for some reason, none of the women did. "I got a call five minutes later from the school nurse telling me Junior and his female thugs are in the infirmary. They did not make into the same room as the boy, but they're looking guilty. I have the kids escorted to my office to my office and tell her not to touch anything in the infirmary." "By now, the parents are freaking out," Rachel said. "I try to question Junior and the girls, but they're not talking. Separating them doesn't help, especially after the boy's mother shakes one of the girls." "SHE WHAT?!?" Esmeralda said, angrily sitting up in her chair. "It was taken care of Esmeralda," Rachel said quietly. Esmeralda turned to look at my wife. She was angry but the look of cold assurance on Rachel's face satisfied her. She was right to be satisfied; it was costing us enough in legal fees. I was not budging on a settlement for what Rachel had done though. The woman had been physically abusive to a child Rachel was related to. She had been lucky Brittany and Mandy were there before Rachel yanked out another handful of hair. "It took another hour to get everybody talking," Julie said with a lot of amusement in her voice. "But now, the bigger problem was what the hell those three did in the infirmary." "Come on, I know you're exaggerating now," Richard said trying again to get us to admit it. "You've met my husband?" Marie asked. Richard nodded warily. "My son is as intelligent and has three advantages over his father," Marie said seriously. "Junior's father answers all his questions in a way he will understand and has guided our son's intellectual growth since he was a baby. Junior has me. Finally, he has friends his age who acknowledge his intelligence, don't make fun of him for it, and treat him like he is a valuable member of their group. How big a difference do you think that makes in achieving his full potential?" Richard looked at Marie seriously for a minute before turning to Julie, "What did you do?" "Only Forrest Senior would have been able to figure it out, but once he heard about Rain being punched he hung up on me," Julie said exasperated. "Roger or Rain could have gotten it out of them, but Roger said since it was Rain who had gotten punched it should be her decision." "Rain said 'No!'" Mandy told Richard. "Of course, David could have gotten the kids to sing," Brittany said looking at me. "None of us were going to call him to say Rain had been punched in the face though." "Can you imagine it?" Joanne Lee asked. "David getting yelled at by the parents of the boy who attacked his daughter," Stephanie added. "All the while, Rain is crying in his arms because daddy was finally there," Esmeralda said adding more. "Not to mention in the middle of her well-practiced alligator sobs, she would've been saying something like 'Daddy, it hurt... ... i was so scared!'" Michael finished the scenario. The women shuddered when my jaw tightened. "Yes," Richard said. "Getting her father involved would have been a bad idea." "Which meant we had to replace everything in the infirmary," Rachel said. "That's when the parents brightened up and started taking us seriously," Julie said, "They asked how many of Rain's relatives attended the school?" Marisa snorted again; Richard looked at her and smiled. "So how many do attend?" he asked turning towards Julie. "Two nieces, two nephews, two brothers, Forrest Jr. who might as well be a brother, the James girls who might as well be her sisters, and twenty-four cousins. Before she moves on to high school, there will be another two set of twin nieces and nephews ala the second quartet of Lee-Smith twins, Rachel Forrest, Mandy Jr., Cindy, and another dozen cousins." "Thirty-six cousins," Richard said surprised. "Most of the family from the old country has moved here since David's marriage," Marisa informed him. "All the blonde cousins, strangely enough," Mandy said in a directed whisper only our side of the table could hear. Rachel and Brittany coughed into their hands. "They're just cousins," Richard said, but the look on his face told us he knew differently. "That's what the parents said," Julie told Richard. "First cousins are treated much like half-brothers or half-sisters in our family," Esmeralda said. "How do you treat half-brothers and half-sisters?" Richard asked, obviously trying to make a joke. "We don't have half, in-law, or step-family members," Esmeralda told him seriously. "They're family or they're not." "The parents did not take it well, I'm guessing," Richard said to Julie. "No, but when I told them how many of Rain's relatives attended Regent's, they got the message," Julie said. "What finally convinced them was telling them how many of Rain's cult spend time playing with her at the mansion," Rachel said. "Cult?" Richard asked. "David calls any child who spends more than twenty-four hours at the mansion a member of the Cult of Rain," Rachel said, giving me a playfully mean look. Richard looked at me questioningly. "Rain said this, Rain said that, Rain likes this, Rain thinks that, Rain wants me to stay over on this night and that night," I said with a raised eyebrow. Richard laughed and shook his head, acknowledging his daughter exhibited the most obvious cult behavior. "Does it ever stop?" he asked Rachel good-naturedly. Rachel looked at me and shrugged. "Yes, the cult-like behavior is followed by Roger's version of mind control where they think what he wants them too. Rain is just his recruiter," I said. Everyone at the table laughed. "Isn't anyone immune to your children?" Roger asked with the smile that won elections. The women at the table looked at each other, taking the question semi-seriously. "Brutus and Mandy Jr. probably," Brittany said. "Yeah, but Brutus is Brutus... and he's too nice to say no to any of his little sibs," Mandy said, obviously remembering all the times Mandy Jr. had gotten Brutus in trouble. Mandy Jr. was a special case, too completely daddy's little girl for Rain or Roger to influence. "The only relative their age who wouldn't be affected by their 'charm' is someone like David," Esmeralda said looking at me. Rachel, Mandy and Brittany nodded. The other women shrugged in agreement. "Yeah but I remember David when he was young. How bad would that son be? God, especially with an army of relatives his own age," Richard said with a humorous shudder. "I'm sure Rain and Roger would know what's best for them in that case," Esmeralda said seriously. Richard looked around the table for a minute. "How did that get you and me here?" he asked. "Oh," Julie said dismissively. "After the parents agreed their son was better off in a another school, Rachel told me about the dinner tonight. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to meet a Senate candidate AND the wonderful father of my favorite student." Her tone of voice changed midstream from dismissive to seductive. The women, as a group, created a space of privacy for Julie and Richard. Julie and I were the last to leave. Richard had an early morning appointment but would be meeting us for lunch at the mansion to see how a sleepover for Emily would work. He was uncomfortable with my sexual relationships. Reporters bombarded the women when my daughter, Cindy, was born. Our business competitors made sure the press was very interested in Mandy being the mother. Rachel had taken care of the problem by having an open luncheon with reporters representing the major publications and gossip shows. My favorite quote from the meeting was "My marriage is one of convenience. I find it convenient to be worth billions, as I am sure my children will someday. I always wanted a large family, and my husband is an excellent provider. Not to mention, keeping gold-diggers out of David's life is a difficult task, made significantly easier by multiple women trying to protect our children's inheritance. It's impossible for a woman get into my husband's bed without one of us knowing about it." The luncheon turned unfortunate when one of the more bought members of the press used the word bastard to describe Cindy. The entire room knew instantly the man had made a mortal enemy. Rachel spent the next six months hounding the reporter and those who paid for his services with full-page ads in major newspapers; the picture evidence of infidelity caused four divorces. The lawsuits were not pleasant, but it was difficult for our enemies to claim slander when some of Rachel's pictures were mid-coitus. "Are you still having problems with Rachel and Rain?" Julie asked after I signed for the check. I shrugged and stared at her; she was playing with the pearl charm she requested from me. "What do you think?" she asked nodding towards Richard's vacated seat. "I think you're half in love with him already." She nodded thoughtfully. "You love Emily," I said. "If Richard keeps his nose clean, he will be President someday." "We could help keep his nose clean," she replied. "The Sisterhood could," I said carefully. The Sisterhood and I were not on the best of terms. Their agenda had expanded to include politics as S&C poured money into their coffers. I did not agree with some of the politicians they chose to support as I disliked people who grabbed for power behind political rhetoric. I also did not get into bed with my natural enemies for the sake expediency. The Sisterhood supported political candidates, who did both. Brittany and Mandy tried to keep us apart as my relationship with the Sisterhood turned more and more adversarial. My biggest problem was their unwillingness to put a Sister into the candidate pool. Rachel shoved the point that marrying worthwhile candidates would not leave the Sisterhood exposed to as much scrutiny down Brittany and Mandy's throat. The Sisterhood had considered the option for years but shied away. Richard's political potential and marital status made moderate Sisters support marrying national political power for the first time. At a meeting of their council, I openly expressed the opinion that some of the candidates they supported were antithetical to the continuing relationship between S&C and the government. Marie made it perfectly clear their present stance was threatening the financial future of her children. Brittany and Mandy enforced our position by stating they were a couple candidates away from asking me to cut off all financial support. The Big Brothers backed them with a statement that the Sisterhood's innate conservative nature was inconsistent with their political choices. Every Big was married to a Sister or like in my case to an honorary Sister, so the council understood a number of their membership had come to think like Brittany, Mandy, and Marie. It was a long meeting in which several Sisters traded scathing words with each other. The oldest council member decided the issue when she said a decision had to be made so she could tell her granddaughter whether or not to accept a bid. It brought the meeting to a halt. She had been the strongest supporter of their political choices to date. "Boy," she said to me. I wondered if every Sister near battleaxe's age would call me that. "Will your financial support end if we continue on this path?" I looked to the other Bigs present. They nodded, backing any play I chose to make. All three of the women on my side wore smiles of successful manipulation. It took more of them to do it since I graduated college, but if they worked together they could manage it. I looked at the ceiling to give it some serious thought. Cutting them off would make my home life unpleasant. I looked at the council members and pushed the curtains aside. It was necessary to let them see the consequences of maneuvering, even indirectly, against my pack. "Ten politicians you support have banded together with our competitors to break the S&C monopoly on government computing contracts," I said. The women behind me gasped; the council members sat back stunned. Everyone was aware of how I handled those situations. "I have billions at my disposal and will not tolerate fiscally motivated political challenges. I'm sure after I break couple of these idiot's careers the rest will fold. The third I smash will make it prohibitively expensive for another politician to be bought in the future. I've had enough of these challenges... so this time, I'm going to make examples." The room was deadly quiet. "I'm not making a threat. We are allies by choice, but your choices are putting unnecessary pressure on my company," I said in a toneless voice. The room maintained its silence while people considered the intelligence of confronting me, even in their territory. "Is there a compromise, you would be willing to accept?" the old woman asked. "Politicians are like hookers: the higher quality john, the less tricks they have to pull," I said. The Bigs laughed, but the women did not find it amusing. "It's also not a good idea to confuse a politician by having different money people saying different things." Everyone nodded. "As a racial minority, I prefer a certain liberal lean to my political allies, but as a businessman, the financial status quo is beneficial." I pulled a folder out of my briefcase and walked it over to the council desk, "Considering our liberal leanings and conservative natures, a certain type of moderate would suit us best." The folder was a dossier of Richard's life, political career, and potential. On the surface, he looked like a vanilla moderate but a closer look showed he was so only by a balance of left and right positions. "Do you think they will agree to him?" Julie asked, pulling me out of the past. She had been instructed to see if Richard would suit her, but the council had not made a decision. "They concur with my opinion of Richard's potential." "Can we keep him squeaky clean in this media atmosphere?" "What do you think his real opinion of my situation is?" Julie smiled sex at me, "Politically he has to find it distasteful, but he's quick to say women can be very practical about things when extreme amounts of money are involved. He throws the sixty billion dollars, NET, the government has paid S&C Holdings into people's faces. The government has gotten more than their money's worth from those contracts, especially considering how much more money S&C could have made commercially. He waxes poetic about the addition of the British and Japanese government contracts, not to mention other S&C divisions. He finishes his little speech by mentioning that you've added about eighty billion dollars to S&C's piggy bank. Most people get the message, a lot of women wouldn't think of saying no to being number four in your life." "And personally?" "I think he's envious," she said with a seductive lilt to her voice. "Are you going to start something with him?" "I've already picked out the wedding dress," she said confidently. I raised an eyebrow. "Rain brings Emily by my office every morning; they also stop by after school. Emily seems to be thinking along the same lines." "That you would make a good mommy." We were quiet for a couple of minutes involved in our separate thoughts. "Are we going to keep him on a short leash?" she asked with some worry slipping into her voice. "What do you mean?" "We're buying him," she said. "I don't think he'll like the idea very much." "Buying people is reverse blackmail, Julie," I said. "The price gets higher each time you go to the well." "So how are we going to get what we want; he is a politician," she said laughing. "He has the right tendencies and belief system," I said. "The key is to free him from the shackles of dependency on normal political financial channels." "He can follow his heart, which ninety percent of the time will be what we want him to do anyway," she concluded. "Especially with an intelligent and supportive wife." "I'm not going to go over very well publicly," she stated. "It's not like I'm a scion of old money or bring any political influence. The sorority will also want me to stay in the background." "I've convinced the council to handle the issue my way." "How?" "Point the finger at Richard." "What?" "Get a couple of sisters to do some rumor-mongering," I said, taking a drink from my glass. "You and I were involved in college. Marie, the highest non-family executive at S&C, was your sorority big sister. You were one of Marisa's bigs. Mandy suggested you for principal when Sarah bought the Regent schools." "You're going to make it look like he seduced me for my connections!" "S&C will be such a big spot on your horizon, most people won't notice you're also connected to his other financial supporters." "You've thought everything through." I nodded before speaking, "I want to make sure the Sisterhood's first attempt to marry national political power is as successful as they have been wedding money." She nodded. "I'd like to do things differently than Samantha, Elizabeth, and Helen," she told me. I looked at her with curiosity. "I'd like to spend the night before the wedding with you, instead of the way they did it." I nodded. "During the reception, I still want you in my ass, but I want Tawny to hold the dress up." "Tawny hasn't talked to me in long time," I pointed out. "Tawny knows what the right thing to do is. She won't refuse your charm, and I have a husband in mind for her. Not to mention, I wouldn't trust Brutus and Roger's introduction to leather and domination/submission to anyone else." I smiled remembering Tawny's peel away dominatrix outfit. "I am horny now though," she said with a sexy smile. I laughed. ------- Rachel was waiting when I got home. She wore a long silk black silk robe, open at the top so I could see the black lace underneath. She moved towards me using purposeful strides. She led into my bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. She untied the robe and let it slip to the floor. Rachel was still my wet dream. "I don't want you to touch Rain," she said putting her hands on her hips. She was wearing a black lace bra, matching garter belt, stockings, but no panties. She had shaved her pubic hair completely off, something she had never done before. "I know your family, David, but I can't..." she said. "Not with Rain." It was not a plea or a demand, just a statement of her ultimate goal in our negotiation. I sat up and looked at the floor. She put her hand under my chin and brought my head up, "I'll give you everything for this." "You haven't given me everything?" "I'm only your wife three times a week," she said. "I've been the woman you wanted to marry only when I had excuses, like your gold medals or Esmeralda going too far." "And now?" "I'll be your woman everyday and every night!" she whispered in my ear. "No more two days and a threesome: not me and your mother, or you and your mother. It will be the three of us whenever you want us. It'll be anything you want, David, except Rain." She moved down to my neck and bit me. The sting of her teeth cleared the fog of desire long enough for me to make a decision. I pulled used her hair to pull her back. "No Rain," I promise. She nodded with tears staining her cheeks. A kiss sealed our bargain. I had tasted Rachel's sexual pleasure at the tip of the crop. With my mother, she had nearly drowned me in their passion. She could never be what she would have been if Rain lived, but she gave me everything she had held back for so long. She helped me out of my clothes and took me into her mouth. Her eyes burned, not with lust but with the fire of our consummation, as she looked up at me. Her nails dug into me as she crawled up my body to straddle my hips. She drew the blood her pride demanded for bending her to my will. I was willing to pay it and much more to feel Rachel bloom into orgasm as I penetrated her. Rachel never lay there and took it when I fucked her, but it felt like every cell in her body was demanding I make her mine with pleasure. I pushed my hips up to force her to take me deeper. She touched me with the smile of a succubus meeting her equal in a mortal man. She came again, and her pussy loved me with its walls. She clawed at my sides as pleasure came to her again--I set the lioness free and would bear the scars for it. "What the fuck did you do to Rachel?" Brittany asked me on Saturday night. Mandy and my mother were hot on her heels. "What's the problem?" I asked. "You know there isn't a problem!" my mother replied. "We just want to know why Rachel is acting the way she is." "I think the right phrase is... 'no longer acting'," Mandy clarified. "I made Rachel a deal," I said. "What deal?" my mother asked. "I don't touch Rain, and I get Rachel whenever I want, however I want, wherever I want." "She chose between..." "You're wrong, Mandy," my mother interrupted. "What?" Mandy asked, a little annoyed at having her psych lecture halted. "You don't understand." "What?" Mandy asked. "If David slept with Rain, Rachel would have to make love to her daughter." Brittany and Mandy looked at my mother with expressions that said they had not considered the point. "It could only end in one of two ways: not as good as with her twin, and she is really gone and not a part of something which touches Rachel every now and then. NOT reborn as her daughter." I looked away from the women. "Or like it was with Rain, but replacing her twin would be a betrayal of their love." "That doesn't make any sense," Mandy said. "When you lose half of yourself, tell me everything after makes sense." Mandy's mouth snapped shut. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lover to be ravished by," my mother said dramatically and spun on her heel to make an exit. Brittany and Mandy looked at me. "Do you remember Rachel and the crop, Brittany?" I asked. She nodded. "Don't you think my mother is going to need help?" Brittany's eyes lit up and she hurried out of the room. Mandy sat down laughing. I studied her; she wanted to ask me something so I decided to beat her to the punch. "Do you want the same deal for Mandy Jr. and Cindy?" I asked. She snapped her head towards me, anger flashing in her eyes. She took a deep breath and prevented herself from speaking until she gained control of it. "Esmeralda tells me her daughters have certain rights by blood," she said, crossing her legs and putting her hands on a knee. "Every wolf girl should be with the first man she loves. She also needs to know she earned the protection of her pack leader. They carry that knowledge wherever they go and are never afraid to come home if they need to. You embody those things for my daughters, especially Mandy Jr., I would never cheat them of that." I wrapped my mind around what she had not only given me permission to do but expected me to do. "Rain won't have that," I said thoughtfully. "You don't have to worry as much about Rain. She takes after her mother," Mandy said. "She'll always be a part of the pack, but she would do just fine on her own if necessary." I smiled imagining Rain in college. She would probably convince the sorority chapter president to step aside so Rain could take over--everyone would just have to ignore the still a pledge thing. "I have something to ask," Mandy said. I turned to give her my attention. "I want you to visit the clinic," she said almost to herself. "I want a little boy." "It's barely been a year since Cindy," I said. Her eyes hardened and softened before she smiled warmly. "I'll wait six more months if you insist, but I want a son, David," she said. She stood up stretched out her hand to me. The smile turned from warm to sexy. "Let's skip the foreplay tonight." ------- Chapter 10G: The Cradle of the Pack Rachel helped design Helen's donjon, which would have made it too classy if Helen had not learned from experience what kept a school profitable. She hired a young Russian immigrant with a streak of wildness in his eyes to satisfy the male students' machismo. He was also good looking enough to make most of the young girls twitter and the older female students smile. She sold him a share of the gym as soon as the doctor announced her pregnancy. The Russian instructor was not surprised to see me. We talked while the children's advanced class petered in. He was preparing for nationals and wanted me to help him by attending some special training classes. They would interfere with my other martial arts training but I agreed; an Olympian would improve the standing of Helen's school. He said Helen would be back for the adult's classes but that she said I should help instruct the children. I did my warm-up downstairs instead of with the class. I walked upstairs when I heard the first set of kicking exercises. I was a strange enough presence for the mothers to look towards me as I walked onto the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the series of whispers as the S&C wives gave my life story to anyone who wanted to know. I smiled at the concentration on the James girls' faces; Forrest Jr. and martial arts were the only things they set their rivalry down for. Most of the other students were S&C kids making it easy to pick out the one Helen wanted me to see. The boy's focus matched the concentration of Esmeralda's daughters, but where they fought off the Mongol Horde, he was inside himself. In motion, his mind shutdown so his body could do what it needed to. I moved around the room but kept my eyes on him. The hair on the back of my neck rose as if the boy were a threat. I finally understood how Roger had known. This was a foreign animal entering our domain. He was only a child: one of us, but not of our pack. I noticed a woman get up and walk towards me. The S&C wives moved to stop her. My family's way of taking in children was well known. My mother had taken in Iris and Karen without question; Roger had taken in Michael and me. Rain's adoption of Emily into the family fold had already borne enough fruit for my children to be even more desirable playmates among the parents of their age-peers. The mother of the boy watched me warily while listening to the women surrounding her. The mention of Mandy, Brittany, and Rachel must have comforted the fear that my interest was something sinister. I dropped her from my attention to continuing studying the boy: dark latte skin without the Helen's Latin tint, bright green eyes made even more striking by his coloring, features which spoke of his father softened by his mother's heritage. I put on sparring gear to help at the end of the class. The boy was Rain's age but carried something around making him seem older. Knowing I had two decades of experience and size on him, he did not hold back in sparring. Someone his age and size normally backed away from the full body contact and push I used to break his charges; the boy just put his head down and threw his anger, confusion, and sadness at me. He shook my hand politely after class and went to stand by his mother. She patted his head, kissed his forehead, and whispered to him. I watched her walk to the dressing area. "Does the mother interest you?" Helen asked from behind me. I turned around to nod. "Stay for the adult classes." Helen taught the seven and eight pm classes, consisting of people who were into the exercise benefits of Tae Kwon Do rather than the 'I want to beat people up right now' frame. A few, mostly the mothers, were there because of the convenient timing after the children's class. The S&C wives who took the class came over to talk/flirt with me. I was very popular among the female employees and wives because of our policies towards family. I tried to push most of the credit onto Michael and other executives, which worked publicly. The on-site day care center had been Rachel's idea, but the women of the company put the credit squarely on my shoulders. The single mothers loved it, but the wives had been ecstatic that I insisted any S&C child could be dropped off for the whole or part of the day. Every stay-at-home wife took advantage at some point during the week. The wives were also very interested in Rachel's acceptance of Brittany and Mandy in my life. The birth of Cindy, Mandy's second daughter, had made the continuing relationship between the non-wives and myself clear. Brittany had also stopped being careful in public with Rachel's approval. The idea three women were living with me and seemed happy was something most women around me wanted to investigate. The boy's mother did things like Esmeralda's daughters, as if she were defending her child from the Horde. Helen pushed the class pace, and the woman followed without complaint. The boy's anger was a reflection of his mother's. It was barely under the surface with her and colored her son's worldview. I was surprised the mother stayed for the second class. Helen made clear indications the class would be beating the pads up and sparring so people had to warm themselves up. The pads calmed the woman down; she obviously liked hitting things. Helen motioned me to participate in the sparring--even the boy realized the adults were up to something. He put his books away and watched the action. I set up in line for a lower belt to spar me; the woman stood across from me. She shrugged and smiled around the mouthpiece. She wanted to get to the meat of our issue on her terms. The color of son's eyes had come from her. They were Rachel's hue but green instead of blue. She was shorter and thinner than any of my women. The opening in her gi showed enough of her upper chest to expose muscular development, whipcord to Mandy's thickness. She had feminine padding where it counted, but it was high and tight. Her strawberry blonde hair was also more strawberry than blonde. I smiled remembering Leanne, the sorority sacrifice. The woman did not appreciate my smile and threw herself at me full bore as soon as Helen released us. She had measured my moves against her son and judged me a black belt who bought it at Sears. Five attacks series later she realized her mistake. She backed off and studied me. She circled trying to figure out what happened that she had not touched me. She was red belt, getting ready to test for black. It was a dangerous stage; good enough to do damage but not experienced enough for control. She approached me carefully, holding back enough to try figuring out how I balked her. She stepped back and thought about it some more. I earned the black belt in her eyes, but her ego would not accept me being that much better. Helen halted the set but did not ask the woman to switch partners. My opponent tried using multiple series of kicks. She backed off when again she could not make contact. Her jaw tightened but the movement of her eyes told me she understood I did not move straight back like her less experienced opposition. I stopped sequences by moving at angles and before she set to charge. A couple of experimental attacks confirmed something else; she did not think she had tells, but I was still moving before she committed to attack. She fared no better with fakes; I feinted to every one of her fakes and moved when she did come at me. She smiled widely at having to discard any tricks. She had a thug's mentality and being cute while trying to hit me was not what she wanted. Helen stopped the set and gave the woman a break by sitting everyone down except the Russian instructor, the highest female belt, and me. Helen sparred the female and put me against the Russian. Helen noticed the woman's problem and gave her the opportunity to watch me from the outside. The Russian rarely had an opportunity to match his skills against someone who could take his best. In class, we usually held back so lower belts would not get bad thoughts into their heads (like measuring belt sizes against men with years more experience). He was aware of the undercurrent and understood he was free to test me. He was very good and had the quickness to save him from bad situations his aggressiveness might get him into. His kicks were freer than mine, but I had him by forty pounds of muscle. I drove him hard, pushing his conditioning by making him work at full speed the entire time. He got one kick in solidly but reacted like he would against someone his own weight. I made him pay for it with shots hard enough to be felt through the pads. Helen stopped us and lined up the lower belts again. The woman stood across from me and shrugged. She respected Helen and the instructor, but I had been an unknown. She came at me non-stop for the next ten minutes, nearly collapsing when Helen called a stop. She bowed but not to my belt color. I sat in the office thinking about what I had seen. Helen walked in after everyone else left and stood in front of me. "The boy's name is Randall. The mother is Miranda. Brittany recommended the school to her," she said, pushing her gi pants down. "With the baby, it's been a while so make it REAL good, David." We lay next to each other while she told me what she knew about Randall and Miranda. He had been a young birth when Miranda and her high school sweetheart traveled cross-country to get married in a state that allowed a sixteen-year old girl the choice without parental consent. Randall's father died during a military exercise a couple of years later. Miranda struggled to raise her son by herself when her parents rejected them, even after her husband's death. She was working at S&C on a six-month temp contract for an administrative assistant on a lengthy maternity leave. "Brittany... picked her out immediately," Helen said with a huge smile. She turned over and cuddled against me. "Brittany knows about this?" I asked sitting up. "She's never met Randall, but she said Miranda looked a lot like someone you used to know." Leanne was one of the few women I regretted not having had more time with. "Brittany said something about completing the Coven set," Helen said, "What's that about?" "A blonde, a redhead, a brunette, and raven-haired bitch to keep the rest in line," I said without thinking. "Someone is going to keep Rachel in line?!?" she asked before dissolving into giggles. "Well... Rachel usually rides shotgun in this bunch." "I heard some exciting things about Rachel in the last week," Helen said, almost making it a question. I shrugged in response. "Mandy said you set Rachel straight, and she's going a little crazy." "Why are you asking?" "Rachel called and instructed that after we were done here, I was to present myself for a command performance." "I guess you'll be finding out in about a half-hour." ------- Miranda did not complete the temp contract. The husband of the woman she replaced got a sudden promotion--the couple decided one S&C paycheck was enough. The managers Miranda assisted for fell over themselves to ensure HR made her an offer. I worked with Miranda's group for a couple of months before she became a permanent employee. She rapidly grew more relaxed around me, even flirting with me a couple of times. Brittany instigated most of the seduction though. She and Miranda became quick friends, among other things, so a dinner with family was not out of line as a minor celebration to Miranda joining the S&C ranks. Randall looked rebellious in the shirt and tie when I opened the door. I smiled at his polite hello and surreptitious attempt to loosen the tie. Rachel rescued him by taking it off and gained another worshiper. Miranda made a face at her son for his escape. Brittany introduced everyone while I waited for first contact. The kids came barreling down the steps; Miranda jumped back in surprise. Rain was in the lead followed by Roger, Brutus, Mandy Jr., Forrest Jr., Rachel Forrest, and the James sisters. Rain's stopped on a dime when she came face to face with Randall. All the kids froze. The mothers turned when the roar silenced. Rain stared at Randall. The women turned to look at me; I raised an eyebrow at the ones who slept with me. Miranda watched her child and mine curiously. She walked around us to look at my daughter. She looked at Rachel who nodded to confirm Rain was her body's child. Miranda had worked in S&C long enough to know the family structure but needed the confirmation. Rain kept staring at Randall who met her eyes without reaction. I watched at what would have been Rachel and I if we had been born the same age. Rain moved around him, and he turned to continue facing her. She reached out took his hand. He looked down to watch her fingers intertwine with his. Rain's brothers decided that was enough girly stuff and stepped forward to meet Randall. He looked at the football Roger was carrying and made some comment the adults could not hear. My sons smiled and waved him to follow them towards the back of the mansion. "They're going to be out there for hours," Miranda announced, turning back to us. Rachel and Brittany nodded sympathetically. Roger and Brutus played in the children's leagues with coaches salivating at the already obvious talent. The James sisters and Forrest Jr. followed the boys out. Forrest Jr. did not care to play but was as much a football fanatic as the other boys. I had witnessed several arguments about football where his encyclopedic mind was the final arbiter of football statistics. Rachel Forrest ran ahead of them since Roger was the sun she revolved around. My daughters headed towards the adults. Mandy Jr. looked at Rain and let her speak first. Mandy Jr. might not have been a part of the Cult of Rain due to her attention being focused on me, but she was too proper to speak out of turn. Rain looked up at me with her mother's eyes. I smiled and kneeled down to her level. "Is he for me, Daddy?" she asked seriously. She did not ask as if Randall were a pet so I took her as seriously as I had Marisa; I nodded. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I held her for a long time, glad to have my daughter back. She let go of me finally and ran out the back to take her position as head cheerleader. Her mother had already designed an outfit for her brothers' games and a few of the other football moms asked for the design. The girls were cute on the sideline but seemed to do more chatting and giggling than cheering. Mandy Jr. was staring at the new female in the house. Miranda knelt down to say hello. "Are you going to be my mommy too?" Mandy Jr. asked. Miranda gasped and looked at Brittany. Mandy Jr. grabbed Miranda's face gently and turned her back. "Are you?" "I think I am," Miranda replied quietly. "Good!" Mandy Jr. exclaimed and kissed her cheek. She turned around and ran out to join the rest of the children. Miranda stood up and brushed imaginary dust from her trousers. Her chin was high in challenge when she looked at me. I promised myself to have a conversation with our lawyers; Miranda was going to be trouble when it came to bad press on her new family. I stepped towards Miranda but was stopped by Rachel. Mandy and Brittany guided Miranda up the stairs to the adult wing. "Is he really for Rain?" Rachel asked. "They're for each other," I said looking up the steps. Her hand moved to my groin, making the hard-on even harder. "We're going to have to put Rain on the pill as soon as they're old enough," she said, playing her fingers along my length. "So are you doing Miranda just to get her boy for Rain?" I turned towards her, and she met my anger. She kissed me to apologize. "I had to ask for Miranda's sake," she whispered against my lips. "We wouldn't want her thinking she's in your bed for any reason other than you want to bury your cock inside her every chance she gives you." I kissed her hard and almost did not make it upstairs. Mandy Jr. coming back into the house to ask the staff for water and ice stopped the action. Rachel went to help her and the maid after whispering that Miranda and I had a date with her the first night my new mate moved in. I walked to my bedroom and opened the door. Miranda was naked on my bed. I looked around, but the other women had made their exits. I walked to the edge of the bed. She covered her breasts and pubic area. "I haven't been with a man since my husband's death," she said. I smiled at the specific nature of her statement. "Would you like Rachel to be first?" I asked, sitting down on the bed. Brittany had kept me up to date on her conversations with Miranda. The positive reaction to the 'vivid' descriptions of our home life was what closed the deal for us. They had some steamy kissing and groping sessions in the stationary closet, since Miranda knew the rules it had to mean she wanted what I did. Brittany insisted Miranda be brought into the family sooner rather than later because she would not be able to hold out much longer. Miranda took her hands away from what they hid. She stretched luxuriously exposing champagne glass breasts and giving me a sneak peek to the pink of her folds. "If you had offered me Brittany, I might have been tempted," she said getting up on her knees. There was a challenge in her eyes that did not exist in my other women. Rachel had it to some degree but submitted after only a brief show of force; I was her choice so her submission was my right. Miranda needed to make the challenge on a regular basis and to be forced to submit. It made her feel more secure that she was mine. "Rachel isn't tempting?" I asked, getting up to take off my clothes. She took the Russian instructor's nationals classes so we had time together outside of work. The S&C women kept others out of the way as Miranda's attraction grew. I was the source of much of their entertainment and the internal gossip mill was burning up the phone lines about the budding romance. Rachel's public acceptance of Brittany and Mandy had, in many ways, been focused on the financial benefits of the relationships. Brittany's pregnancy and the business convenience of my marriage were good reasons, even if outside the norm of society. The explosive growth of both companies after Mandy and Sarah put their future in my hands was also hard to argue. Cindy was accepted as the spare heir to ensure nothing would interfere with the eventual merger of S&C and Allaire. Having Miranda move into the mansion would remove any doubt of what was really going on. "Rachel is overwhelming more than tempting," Miranda said watching my hands. "Brittany has been seducing me for a couple of months. It would be hard to turn down the payout." "Do you want me to call her in?" I asked. Naked, my need was pointedly demanding she say no. She crawled, catlike in grace, to the edge of the bed staring at my dick. She moved her head down and licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick. She looked up at me as my dick reacted to her touch. "Later," she whispered while her green eyes devoured me. The word was a challenge. She wanted me to be worthy of her decision. Miranda had not led an easy life after the death of her husband; I was offering her everything. Her son would have the best education and a social life filled with family. No one would dare say anything about his mixed heritage within earshot of someone who might tell Rachel. The only thing that superseded talk of my love life for the S&C women was someone attacking Rachel's cubs. The popcorn and soda came out for those occasions. Whenever I heard of someone crossing the line, I kept tabs on Rachel and Ovaldo to make sure they did not have too much time together. The school incident in which Rain got punched had required delicate handling. Everyone thought it was over since the children had gotten their pound of flesh. I knew better, and it caused a massive temper tantrum when Rachel found out I arranged for a too-good-to-be-true job offer in England for the boy's father. It led to a week of taking my marital rights from Rachel; it only lasted so long because she enjoyed every second of the forceful sex. If she accepted what was being offered, Miranda and her son would have privilege. The women in the office were already treating her differently, not like Brittany, but like one of their own who made it good. Miranda had a lot of good reasons to be in my bedroom. They were not why she was there though. She challenged me time and time again on the TKD floor. She had learned a lot about me from sparring. Helen insisted I teach a few classes, leading to Miranda learning even more. Helen let her catch us kissing, and Brittany reported Miranda questioning it. The next time in class Miranda admired Helen's pearl charm from up close. Miranda learned passion in the arms of her husband; I was the first time since his death that her passion had a focus. She challenged me to be its equal. I grabbed a fistful of hair; she shook her head to get me to release the hold. I pulled her up and kissed her hard. She put her hands on my chest and pushed but could not budge me. Her mouth opened to protest and swallowed it at the first taste of my tongue. She pushed her body against me, like she did on the sparring floor, but met a solid wall. She pushed hard while her mouth softened under my kiss. I reached around and grab her ass cheeks tightly. She melted against me so suddenly it surprised me. I expected more of a fight, but Miranda had gotten what she wanted for now. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled at me desperately. I pushed my weight on her and she lay down. Her legs wrapped around me and she squeezed me tightly. "Oh God!" she begged when our lips broke the contact. I pulled my face away and looked into her green eyes. She could not wait any longer and forced her hand between us. She opened her legs even wider and drew me to the first kiss of dick and pussy. She was wet, aiding the fitting of my tip between her lips. Her eyes were lost to anything except the feel of our flesh touching. Miranda moved her hips and tried to force me inside of her. I pulled up and wrapped my arms under her legs. I rolled her up until I could trap by grabbing her biceps. Her breathing became harsh at the complete domination of my body over hers. "Fuck me!" she screamed. I repositioned my hips so the tip of my dick was kissing her entrance again. She held still when she felt the contact; her eyes pleaded with me to join us. Her body was willing but still fought my penetration. She gasped as my crown passed into her. I liked the sound of it so pulled out again. "NO!" she screamed and struggled to get me inside of her again. I held still and stared at her hard. She settled down at the look but whined and moved her hips seductively. "Mine!" I whispered. She nodded and stopped moving. I pushed back into her. She arched as soon as my crown was inside, managing to bury me an extra inch inside her. I pulled back and fucked through the inch for a few strokes. I watched as her eyes glazed over with passion. I pulled out and fucked her with my crown and the inch she had taken. She wriggled underneath me as the feel of me moving through the couple of inches at the top of her pussy drove her crazy for more. She did not beg, instead tried to make me take her completely by squeezing my dick with her pussy. I ignored the added pleasure and continued to fuck Miranda at the top two inches of her body. She climbed higher as her need became more desperate. Her will broke, and she begged me to fuck her. She promised me anything and everything. I asked for her ass--she swore she would cum at the feel of me inside her. I told her it was not enough and she nodded her head in acceptance of how our lives would join. I sped up the motion but kept to the shallow stroking. Her eyes thanked me as she went over the top. She wiggled beneath me as her body focused her pleasure on the inches I had been stroking in. She gasped at the heart of the orgasm and screamed when I cut through it by putting my weight on her hips. The sexual action to the point had prepared her body but not enough to open her after years without a cock inside of her. I penetrated deep giving her body no choice but to make way for me. She did not care about the discomfort and pushed her hips up at the feel of my will to be deep inside her. Her body gave me all it could. She screamed, but this time to release some of the orgasmic power which overtook her. She fought my hold on her arms until I let her go. She wrapped her arms around my body and bit my lip to draw blood. She moved her body beneath mine as the orgasm dissipated. She pressed her lips against mine and whispered, "Please don't let it end, David. Please!" I tried to give her exactly that for the rest of the night. ------- Randall took the change in circumstance in stride. He made no complaints about moving into the mansion and was very appreciative of Rachel's efforts in his new bedroom. The peewee football league was happy to place him on my boys' team. Brutus and Roger let everyone know exactly what they thought of the situation during their first game together. Randall got tackled on an end run and the other boy purposefully stepped on Randall's hand as part of a celebration dance. Brutus leveled him. One of boy's teammates stepped up and got the same treatment from Roger. It disintegrated into a brawl between our three boys and the other team. Most of the other team and our boys got ejected from the game. Miranda and Brittany were motherly angry at the boys, but Rachel rewarded them with a stop at a fast food restaurant, a rare event since she insisted everyone eat healthy, and ice cream at home. Miranda directed some of her anger at Rachel saying the boys should not be rewarded for fighting. "I'll tell you what, Miranda," Rachel told her in front of the boys. "You punish them for fighting, and I'll reward them for standing together like brothers should." Miranda's mouth snapped shut as she turned to the boys. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, obviously willing to take her worst. She raised her arms to the heavens and sighed dramatically. It took three more months before everyone's adjustments to the family expansion were complete. We were having a family dinner and I had been warned the boys wanted to ask me to allow a campout at the mansion to celebrate winning the pee-wee championship. "Da..." Randall started with but stopped and closed his mouth immediately. He had called me David up to that moment, but it was not what he had been about to say. He looked around the room almost panicked by the betrayal of a father he had never known. "Da," Brutus said without looking at Randall. "We want a campout for the WHOLE team to celebrate." "Yeah, Da!" Roger cut in enthusiastically. "It would be awesome!" Miranda broke out into silent tears when Randall joined the attempt to convince his Da that a campout was a well-deserved reward for bringing home a championship trophy. None of my sons ever called me Dad again. Miranda made my appointments to the fertility clinic the next morning. She went with me every time to make sure I had no problems contributing. The announcement of her pregnancy sent the gossips, our competition, and our detractors into orgasmic convulsions. The gossips and our lawyers were overjoyed to find Miranda was even more outspoken than Rachel, along with a significantly cruder tongue than my wife. Esmeralda kept a scrapbook any Miranda outburst that made it to print. She lovingly kept the family's individual favorites on their own page. She assured me Miranda was going to give the pack strong sons and daughters. 'I'd crawl through broken glass on my stomach to suck his dick, so what's sharing him with my three best friends?' was Brittany's favorite. 'Don't you get it moron! If he's not fucking me, I'm crawling naked all over one of his other women!' was Rachel's. She made it look like she did not like that our home life had been made so public but immediately dropped any attempt to hide the inter-relationships. 'Hey, goddammit! Pregnant women need loving too!' was Mandy's favorite but probably because at the time she was also pregnant. A picture of Brittany and Rachel in a heated embrace after an afternoon of shopping being printed in a gossip rag caused that particular outburst. There were a few of pictures in the set, making it perfectly clear it was foreplay for a more intimate session later. Miranda had not seen the pictures until the press conference Rachel called to discuss them. 'I like that, David Callas's whore, it's so much more tasteful than cock slave!' was Esmeralda's pride and joy. Richard's Senate race opponent decided he had nothing to lose by attacking the relationship between Richard and my family. Julie told us Richard snorted his drink he heard the sound byte. He had to be careful how to reply to the attacks, but Miranda had no such restraints. Faith, our daughter, was a couple of months old by the time and had been mentioned unfavorably by Richard's opponent. Esmeralda and Miranda hatched a plan for how to get even. Miranda waged a public campaign to dismantle Richard's opposition. She bought newspaper, radio, and television ads in a smear campaign, which lasted until the election. The public knew Miranda was on a crusade, but it made the situation even more fascinating. The candidate sued for slander and discovered the breath of my generosity when it came to my women's pet projects. The suit was permission for Miranda to cross the line and expose every minutiae of the man's life. The hypocrisy of calling someone a whore when he had kept a long line of mistresses and fathered a child out of wedlock was too much for the voters. The lawyers were too happy with the additional billing for me to enjoy all of Miranda's outbursts. The media also quickly figured out Miranda was a go-to girl; on slow weeks, they egged someone into saying something negative about our family. The rest of the women were no help controlling Miranda and let her stand as their unofficial spokesperson. Eventually, I started checking Esmeralda's scrapbook every afternoon for any new addition. Faith's birth was followed by another period of growth for S&C as the British and Japanese government contracts came fully online. The federal government renegotiated our contract to pay significantly less since they were no longer our only customer, but the other governments took up the slack to ensure S&C did not find it necessary to expand their consumer base. ------- One night, I was feeding Faith and Timothy (Mandy's third child) on the steps to the upstairs wings. I rarely had baby time with four mothers and a staff enraptured by my children. Esmeralda and Miranda sat down at my sides. Miranda made gestures she wanted to take Faith out of my hands, but I shook my head. Esmeralda picked Timothy up from the blanket I had laid him down on. Miranda sighed and settled with fussing to make sure Faith was warm. The two women had spent the night celebrating Richard's election on my body. Forrest Jr., Esmeralda's daughters, Rachel Forrest and Mandy Jr. walked into the foyer without noticing us. Forrest Jr. was holding a metal object, which looked like a skeletal model of the human bone structure. Esmy's daughters sat down quietly and watched the proceedings. Mandy Jr. offered her favorite teddy bear to Forrest Jr. solemnly. "What is Jr. doing with a T-chip?" Esmeralda whispered. Miranda spent her pregnant months learning about S&C and knew the T-chip was Forrest's return to designing a CPU. We had not yet figured out how to work it into our product line, but the federal government tested it and immediately doubled the military presence at Alominos. After the second set of test results came out, Marines were stationed at our main campus to check id badges as people came in and out. The problem with the T-chip was the entire machine would have to be replaced to take advantage of its power. We only had a few prototype computers and even the government did not want them mass-produced until we found ways to ensure they would never leave the country. There was a proposal put forward to add a government research center at Alominos to control the possible exposure of T-chips. "It's a mule chip; it isn't more powerful than something available on the market," I said to Esmeralda. "Forrest Jr. needed its abilities without the power so his father helped him redesign it into an appliance chip." "How does Junior even know about the T-Chip?" Esmeralda asked in a hard voice. I tilted my head her. "Forrest..." Esmeralda sighed. "So we can use it commercially?" Rachel Forrest cut into Mandy Jr's teddy bear carefully and pulled stuffing out. "The government is even more in love with the mule than the T-chip," I said to her. "They've seen Junior's chip?" Esmeralda asked. "Forrest did not have the time to baby-sit the project, and Junior was the one who laid out the requirements for the redesign. We gave the government techs the other prototype chips a month ago," I told her. "He's really that smart, isn't he?" Miranda asked. "Junior understood the T-chip well enough to know it could be redesigned. Most of the scientists can't even figure out what all the differences between the mule and the T-chip are. Originally, Forrest's research team balked at attempting the changes because of Junior's age until Marie got involved. She saw the potential for a mule even if Junior's design failed." "The government thinks they can use the mule?" Esmeralda asked. I nodded and pointed to Jr's effort to place his metal skeleton into the teddy bear. "I've been assured his effort here will work," I said. "Mandy Jr. is about to get the first walking, talking, mood-soothing teddy bear." "Mood soothing?" Esmeralda asked. "The ino-skeleton is the chip's memory, data storage, and network of bio-sensors. The idea is for the bear to learn from its interaction with Mandy Jr. It can absorb different data from its environment and how it affects Mandy Jr., what she likes and doesn't like. It can detect from how she holds it what her mood is and replay things like music she likes, the sound of her mother's heartbeat while Mandy Jr. sleeps, or just hug her back." "You're kidding?" Miranda asked. "That's a very marketable product," Esmeralda stated. She watched Forrest Jr. carefully fit other things inside the teddy bear. "Marie hired three of the best child psychologists in the world to help with the behavioral programming. In reality, our researchers did a majority of the work, but Junior's ideas have proven out. He's more grounded in reality than Forrest and is already showing his potential. Junior's mule has a basic ability to learn new responses on its own," I said. "We need to redesign the chip even more to lower its capabilities before we allow it on the market. Mandy Jr's bear is going to be one of a kind, but we'll introduce dumbed-down versions to pediatricians and child therapists around the country. Like I said, the researchers who work beside Forrest don't understand the mule and T-chips so it will be nearly impossible to reverse engineer a T from the mule. " "You'll create a market from underneath the parents," Miranda said. "The kids will want to go to the doctor just to play with the walking/talking teddy that remembers who they are." "Why's Rachel down there?" Esmeralda asked. "I wouldn't think she would be interested in this." "Little Rachel beat down her big brother over the skeleton design." "She's too young," Miranda said. I turned to look at her. "She's six years old and has already swallowed several biology texts. She's even scarier than her father and brother since she doesn't believe anything is impossible." Rachel, my wife, had taken the kids to a children's hospital for a charity event. Rachel Forrest was the most affected by seeing children her age suffering. She asked the doctors why they did not help them. The doctors admitted they were doing all they could but that was only so much. Little Rachel looked at them seriously, patted my wife's hand, and promised she would fix them all when she grew up. Marisa's home was invaded that day and after a couple of hours little Rachel left with a stack of books about human anatomy. Marisa advised me at a family dinner I should start looking into a pharmaceutical or biotech company so Rachel Forrest's efforts would pay into the family fund. We watched as the teddy bear stood up and recognized its owner. It took baby steps towards Mandy Jr. and fell on its behind. Miranda gasped when it got back on its feet and finished the walk to my daughter. Miranda and Esmeralda turned to look at me. "We break ground on the Roger Smith University of Medicine in two months." "You're going to build Little Rachel a medical school?" Miranda asked. "A father can be very appreciative when you spend millions to make sure his little girl doesn't have to go far for her education. I've got billions at my disposal so the mountain can be moved to us." Miranda watched for a couple of minutes as Forrest Jr. took the teddy bear through its paces. Part of his efforts went to teaching Mandy Jr. the bear's capabilities; he was being extraordinarily patient considering she did not want to put it down. I smiled thinking that dealing with Esmeralda's daughters probably taught him a lot about patience. "What would we do without you?" Miranda asked in a whisper. Esmeralda nodded her head in response to the question as if it had been one bothering her for a long time. ------- I put Faith to bed on her second birthday and shook my head. Sometimes it felt like I was going to a different child's birthday in my extended family every week. Ovaldo laughed when I said it out loud, reminding me I had contributed eight children myself; Brutus 12, Roger 12, Rain 12, Mandy Jr. 8, Cindy 4, Faith 2, and Timothy 2 not to mention Randall or that as far as the mothers were concerned the world needed a couple more of my children. Miranda was pregnant again with a son she had already named Lito. All the adults at the birthday party had laughed at Ovaldo's comment. I retaliated with mention of his women's tendency to have a child every two years. The battleaxe's daughter, Sheryl, had lost her confidence on the issue of having children, but her first attempt with Ovaldo resulted in a boy who almost matched Brutus for size. She had given Ovaldo two other children, and Sheryl was presently waddling around with her second. The family laughed uproariously as I announced Ovaldo had nearly as many children with half the women. Even at two, it was obvious, and not by her coloring, Faith was taking after her mother. I stopped being surprised by my children's propensity to have their mother's eyes. My mom would look at me and name a cousin who had at least the same color if not the same shade. Faith's hothead personality was already evident keeping her mother and the staff on their toes. She had a lot of Rain's charm though but even as a terrible two wielded it like a scalpel. People loved Faith, but only her immediate family ever relaxed around her. I kissed her forehead as I covered her up; she was always an absolute angel around me. Rachel laughed when I told her that and replied Faith was exactly like her mother so why would I expect anything different. I walked into my bedroom to find three of the women had taken over my bed. The women had won their years long battle about their rooms when Miranda's weight had been added to the mix. They knocked down the walls on my side of the hallway so our bedroom took up the space of four rooms. There were bathrooms for all of them at either end of the room. They had looked confused when I asked where mine was and explained I should use any of the four I wanted, whenever I wanted. I thought women liked private bathrooms, but they set up a toiletry set in each bathroom for me. I tested their willingness to actually share their private space but after the fiftieth time I was dragged into a bathtub for wet, bubbly sex I decided I could accept the new design of my bedroom. They placed a massive bed in the middle of the room, which allowed all of us to sleep together. There was another large bed in a corner of the room for when someone needed privacy, sleep, or wanted to pair up without bumping into other bodies. The women were usually good about leaving space to sleep on the big bed, but they had ways to tell me one of them wanted more privacy for a night. Rachel, Miranda, and Mandy were spread out asleep on the bed, but Brittany was not on the extra bed. I recognized the message and headed out of our bedroom. Part of the redesign of our wing included remaking the peach bride's room back into a guest room. I opened the door; Brittany lay on the bed naked. I took my clothes off and lay down beside her. She looked asleep so I told my hard-on 'not tonight' and moved over her to turn off the light. She licked my nipple as I reached over her. I looked down at her; she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. My women were too different for me to have a favorite. Rachel was a yellow bikini, wet skin that tasted sweet, and blonde pubic hair. I wanted to possess her. Mandy was everything Erica could not be. Miranda argued with me at the top of her lungs about anything unimportant. She was playful and the only one who thought I still had a puppy deep inside that should come out to play every now and then. Those were her moments though, and she guarded them jealously even from the other women who shared my bed. Brittany was the one I never believed had another reason for wanting me, except the words she had never spoken. She waited through Erica; she accepted what my life had to be and made it her life. It was in her eyes that night, the reason she never denied me anything. She denied herself speaking the words though. Erica had given them to me and betrayed them. I had not wanted to hear a woman speak them since. Her eyes handed me her heart. I could not give her anything back for it, but her lips did not want more than the feel of mine. Our lovemaking was a slow acknowledgement of everything Brittany had felt since our first time in Rachel's guest room. She opened her legs as I moved between them. My dick found her pussy without help. She brought her knees up and took my tongue into her mouth. It was a request to replicate the same action below. I pushed into her and felt the familiar resistance. She smiled on my lips as she felt her body's hesitation. She wrapped her arms around my torso and kissed my neck, spurring me to take her. I moved slowly into her, letting her body adjust to every inch. She did not whisper the words into my ears, but the sounds which escaped her made it clear what we had was not sex. We had never fucked. To Brittany, even our first time had meant more than that. Her body gave me every inch until I felt my tip against the entry of her womb. She gasped at the light touch deep inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at me again. She moved her legs so I could hook them with my arms, opening her further to my body. Brittany squeezed the length of my dick with her pussy. I pulled up and took her even deeper. Brittany moved her hips beneath me while squeezing, releasing, and squeezing my cock. It felt like she was milking me for all the pleasure she could take. I put my face in her neck and bit the spot I had the first time we were together. Her body bore down on mine as she came. Her pussy moved on my body, massaging me with her walls, and deep inside her body made its own request. I gave her what she wanted. It felt like I was filling her up with my being. She hugged me tighter to her and whispered to spur me to another shot of cum into her. Her orgasm at the feel of the second dose of my seed squeezed me for the last drop I had to give our joining. The next month, we held the S&C picnic at the mansion property. None of my women were present, which was strange. Esmeralda calmed everyone's doubts by saying the women were at the clinic. We knew what clinic she meant so shrugged it off. The limousine pulled up by the food tent. The women got out and walked towards me. I was standing on the edge of crowd watching the children play. Michael, Marisa, the Smith twins, the Lees, Marie, Esmeralda, Ovaldo, and my mother were standing in a half circle around me. I noticed the women around me were smiling joyously as my women approached. Brittany stood in front of me and smiled. Rachel, Mandy, and Miranda stood behind her looking like they were about to burst with happiness. "I'm pregnant!" Brittany announced. We were all quiet for a moment. "David hasn't been visiting the clinic," Marie said diplomatically. Brittany looked at her and nodded. "Isn't that sort of impossible then?" Ovaldo asked, just as diplomatically which coming from him was nothing short of hilarious. "Statistically improbable actually, to the tune of eighty-six million to one," Marisa said looking at me. Brittany turned to my sister and nodded proudly again. "Do you know what it's going to be yet?" Ovaldo asked curiously. "It's a boy," Brittany said looking at the children playing. "Did the doctors say that?" he asked. Brittany turned on him so fast it surprised everyone. "I don't need a doctor to tell me it's a boy!" Her voice was so hard he took a step back in case she was carrying something sharp. "His name is Michael," Brittany said nodding at my son's namesake. She turned watch the children playing. Our brood was the center of the pack. Her eyes touched each of them in turn. Rachel, Mandy, and Miranda stepped up to stand in a line with Brittany. She turned to me and smiled before speaking again. "He's going to be the worst of them." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-05-16 Last Modified: 2006-01-31 / 10:17:25 am Version: 2.00 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------