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When are home; we always have a hard time keeping our hands off each other. I am always walking up behind her to grab her tits or ass. She loves to wear tube tops a lot and I love to come up behind her and pull it down and massage her tits or suck on her nipples. She loves to squeeze my ass when I was doing something in the kitchen and rub her hand thru to my dick. She also loved to hold my dick when I’d take a leak. Never understood that one, but it was fun.

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I work four nights a week till 11PM, but I am home by 4PM every Wednesday, and she would get home just after five. We’d fallen into a habit of having sex when she got home, for an hour or so. It is our evening to get connected again. We live in a small duplex, and if you walk in from the back door, you could stand there and see into every room.

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So on Wednesday we were on our bed enjoying each other. I was on my back and Susie was between my legs sucking my dick. I had my eyes closed, enjoying her slobbering blowjob, when I thought I heard the back door open. I opened my eyes, and there was Susie’s sister Becky, standing in the doorway of our bedroom watching us. I was a little startled by her appearance. My wife took her mouth off my dick and turned around and just said “HI”. My wife looked up at me and told me that she had been telling Becky how much I liked to eat pussy, and since her husband didn’t ever want to do it, she’d invited her over to share me. As she was nibbling on my dick, she asked if that was all right with me. I looked at her, with my cock in her mouth, then over at Becky. I told Becky to get naked and come sit on my face. If she was half as sweet as her sister, it would be my pleasure.

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Becky is a taller version of my wife, a good six inches taller, but the same body. Her soft skin has an all over tanning bed tan. Susie was sucking my dick, but I watching Becky take her cloths off, and couldn’t believe I was going to have a sister sandwich. Susie looked over at her sister again, and told her to hurry up and get on my face. She said that she could feel my dick swell even bigger as I was watching her strip. Susie said she couldn’t wait to see how hard it was going to get once I started eating her pussy. Â

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Becky walked over, a little shy, crawled up the bed and straddled my chest. I could see her pussy was starting to drip sweet love juice as she started to lower herself onto my waiting mouth. She took her fingers and spread her lips and pushed her swelling clit into my mouth. There was no shyness with her now, just right to it. I started sucking her large clit and she mashed her pussy harder onto my mouth. My wife stopped for a second to ask if I was enjoying my self. Since my mouth was full of her sister’s pussy, I just gave her the OK sign.

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My wife then got up a straddled my dick, and slowly started to lower herself down on my steel hard shaft. Shit, I was in sister heaven. Susie started to fuck me slowly. Her sister, on the other hand, was screaming and rubbing her pussy back and forth across my mouth. All I could do at this point was stick my tongue out and let her ride it. She stopped, clamped down on my head, and started to cum. She was screaming and flooding her fuck juice into my mouth. I grabbed her legs to hold her still, and put her clit back into my mouth and started sucking her sex bud again. She had three orgasms before she pushed herself off of me. She flopped next to me, still breathing hard and shuddering, as she thanked her sister. Susie told her to thank me, since I was the one doing all the eating. Becky leaned over and started kissing me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. What more could a man want.

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All this time, my wife has been riding my cock, and I was getting close to blowing my wad. Susie told her sister to grab my nuts and gently squeeze them, because I was getting ready. Becky did as asked, and started rubbing my balls that were wet with Susie’s pussy juice. My legs shot straight out and I started blowing large amounts of cum into my wife’s tight pussy. As I was still I the throws if my orgasm, Susie pulled off me and told her sister take the rest in her mouth and to suck me clean. God, I was going crazy with pleasure.

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As I got my breath back, Susie told her to watch, that this was the good part. Susie then position her pussy, dripping with my cum, over my mouth and I started licking and sucking her clean. Becky said that she couldn’t believe that I would eat my own cum, and if I could do that to her too. I couldn’t answer again, as I was sucking and licking Susie’s pussy clean, but my wife said that it would be my pleasure. Then my wife started her orgasm. She too started squeezing my head, then fell off me.Â

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We all cuddled for a while, with them on either side of me, and we were kissing and stroking each other. Becky was softly caressing my cock, hoping it would get hard soon so I could fuck her then eat her. They asked how I wanted to do it this time, since they had there way with me the first time. I told them that I wanted them to sixty-nine with Becky on top. That way I could fuck her and Susie could suck on my balls and lick Becky’s clit at the same time. They looked at each other, then at me, and said they’d never eaten pussy before. I told then that they’d just done it by French kissing me after I’d just eaten them both. They thought about it and said what the hell, why not. We’d just broken a couple taboos, what’s a few more. I just smiled.

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Susie lay down with her head at the foot of the bed, and Becky laid over the top of her younger sister. They started slowly licking each other’s pussy, just getting the feel of it. I was standing at the foot of the bed watching and stroking my member, enjoying the sight. They were starting to get into it, slowly but surely. I decided that maybe I could do something else for Becky, so I spread her ass checks, and moved in to lick her ass hole. At first she thought I was just getting ready to stick my dick into her pussy. But when she felt my tongue make contact with her brown hole and she let out a moan of pleasure.

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With that she started eating her sisters pussy with renewed passion, and I could feel my wife slurping faster too. I spent a good five minutes licking and sucking her bung hole before I stood back up and positioned my dick at the entrance to her cunt. With one swift push, I put all seven inches of my dick into my sister-in-law’s love hole. With that, Becky started to cum hard into her sister’s mouth, flooding her with hot cunt juice. My wife was sucking her sister’s pussy like she’d been doing it all her life. I started fucking long, hard strokes into Becky’s pussy. Every time I would push all the way in, I could feel my balls slap against my wife’s nose.

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I eased a finger down to Becky’s ass, and started easing it into her ass. She lifted her face from my wife’s pussy, and started growling loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and told me to fuck both of her holes. I shoved my finger all the way in, and then just rotated it around her bowel while I kept thrusting my dick in and out of her steaming hot pussy. She went back to eating Susie’s pussy with gusto. Becky was chewing on Susie’s clit so hard that Susie started to cum in Becky’s mouth. That started Becky cumming again, and then I went off too. As soon as Susie felt my balls blowing, she left Becky’s pussy, and started sucking on my balls. I was blowing gobs and gobs of cum into Becky’s pussy. My sister-in-laws pussy isn’t as tight as Susie’s, but it was on fire and I was flooding it with my spunk. As we started coming down, I flipped Becky over, and shoved my mouth straight into her overflowing pussy. As soon as my tongue made contact, she started to cum again. I licked and sucked as best I could, with her thrashing around.

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As Becky’s orgasm subsided, I lifted my shinny face out of her pussy, and told my wife, Thank You!!! I looked up at Becky, and asked if she had enjoyed it. She pushed the back of my head, sticking my face back into her soaking muff, and told me it was everything Susie said it would be, and more. She said that I was also the first one to ever lick and finger fuck her ass, and she liked that a lot too. She asked Susie if I ever fucked her ass like that. Susie smiled and told her that we regularly had anal sex. She told her how she loved it when she fucked herself with her favorite dildo while I plugged her ass with my dick. I told her how great it felt for me too, and that I could feel it vibrator thru the membrane between the two holes and I would cum buckets into Susie’s ass.

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I was leisurely licking Becky’s pussy and asked when they decided to pull this little surprise on me. Susie said that they had been talking about it for some time, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to share me with her sister. She finally decided that I loved her and she could trust me not to get together with Becky behind her back, so she set it up. Becky had to go, her husband would be getting home shortly, and she needed get home. She took a quick shower and as she was getting dressed, she asked Susie when she could come back with her dildo and have me fuck her ass.

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“I won’t Mrs Howard; have a nice time.”

 

Mrs Howard kissed his cheek, momentarily showing most of her breasts in a tight cleavage, his eyes dropped to them as he blushed from her peck. She turned in a cloud of perfume and chiffon to open the door and escape to her date for tonight.

 

Robert closed the door behind her, waving as she stepped into the waiting cab. Babysitting was a regular thing between him and Jean. Since her decree absolute had been granted, she had taken up some evening class or another in the local school; Robert sat for her every Friday trying to entertain her lively young daughter and keep her out of trouble. Abby, a vivacious twelve-year old, was no real trouble, they had even become friends in a kind of way; he was only four years older than she after all and could remember the antics he got upto, giving the sitter a hard time. Wasn’t that what they were for anyway?

 

He had seen Mrs Howard through the lowest times during the past few years. The divorce had not been amicable in the slightest. The fight over Abby had gone to court, as had the bitter war over finances. Mrs Howard, or Jean as she preferred, had hit bottom, often crying spontaneously; Robert had witnessed some of those despairing moments and, in his young inexperienced way, tried to be a friend, an ear for her to pour out her heart to.

 

The television was on when he came into the lounge. Abby had put a DVD in, Harry Potter, one of her favourites. She was curled up on a sofa, dressed in her nightie, ready for bed promptly at nine according to mummy, but somehow, was always extended for half an hour, sometimes even a little more.

 

“Do you want a drink?” Robert asked her and got a shake of the head by way of answer. He sat next to her to watch the film, probably for the third time.

 

Some way into it, a holistic dragon leaps almost from the screen; it always makes Abby jump, even though she knows the plot inside out. It is a ploy she had used on a few occasions now, knowing that, if she feigned fright, Bobby would put his arm around her to hold her body close to him; exactly the reason for the choice of film.

 

Predictably, he did just that, throwing a protective arm around her shoulder; he drew her closer to him. She nestled, feeling his warmth through his tee shirt and cuddled him around his stomach, her head resting against his torso.

 

It was no accident that her hand strayed to his groin. Abby wanted to feel his cock, even through his jeans; her imagination had her unzipping him so that she could grasp him in her small hand, his bulbous head, purple in colour, poking through her fist. He shifted a little, sitting up a bit so that her head lay in his lap. Robert had no idea what was on Abby’s mind until her fingers so carefully and deftly found the tab of his jeans. She had managed to pull his fly open without his knowledge until her fingers quested under the denim fabric. He almost shot up to a standing position, which would have thrown her full length onto the floor, but instead, she pushed herself up, using the hand still placed on his cock to lever herself into a kneeling position beside him.

 

“Can I see it Bobby?” Her saucer sized eyes looked directly into his with an expression that had almost always twisted her father around her finger before daddy left for good.

 

“No Abby, you can’t, it’s private.” She noticed he hadn’t lifted her hand away. She could feel his dick under the cloth of his underpants, her fingers closed around the girth of him, outlining his dick in cotton relief.

 

Half kneeling, she took no notice of his words, but full advantage of his momentary incapacity. In the time it took to blink, she had hooked a finger under the elasticated band of his shorts and pulled. His semi-hard cock was revealed. She grasped him, her fingers closing around him, only just meeting in a vice like ‘O’. He gasped and feebly tried to push her off of him, but the action only made her grasp tighter, concentrating all of his attention to where her hold on him was. He was in a precarious situation with his most delicate parts vulnerable in her grip.

 

She looked deep and directly into his eyes, he looked like a rabbit, caught in the glare of a pair of on-rushing headlamps.

 

“Abby…” He was gong to protest, but with the quickness of youth, she had ducked her head and planted a kiss on his cock head; the shock of what she had done, disabled his function of speech completely. Her lips parted, she took him in her mouth and suckled on him, using her tongue to trap his cock head against the ridged roof of her mouth. His traitorous cock sprang to life instantly, threatening to explode there and then.

 

Somehow, he managed to gather enough wits to gently lift Abby’s head so that her mouth was no longer likely to get flooded with his come. The memory of the warmth of her mouth lingered. Her hand still grasped him; he really was in desperate straights and clear thinking was something that eluded him at this precarious moment.

 

“Abby, this is wrong, you’re only twelve, and I’m a lot older.” Again, Abby ignored him, deigning not to answer, but instead, twisted around, straddled him and then sat down with a plop on his lap facing him. She had managed to keep hold of his cock, positioning him at the entrance of her down covered cunt until her downward momentum, forced his length into her body. Although she was tight, virginally tight, his cock wasn’t the first thing to have found its way into her little twat. Abby had had designs on Bobby for a while, since she became aware of the pleasure she could contrive from rubbing herself with a fingertip. Secretly, in the evenings after bedtime or in the shower, she had been practicing for this eventuality with her mother’s soft rubber dildo, fucking it into her, just as she had silently witnessed her mummy do in private moments when she was supposed to be in bed asleep. It had hurt at first, but the more she practiced, the easier it got. Her climaxes had hit a peak when she found the pleasures of her clit. Rubbing that hard little bead while ramming the bendy dildo into her twat; brought her off in no time flat and all the while, imagining Bobby’s cock pounding into her instead of a shocking pink coloured rubber dong.

 

She bounced up and down, using her knees either side of his slim waist. The feelings she received were confusing to her; the thrill of having successfully mounted the object of her desire was great, her body was responding in a much more aggressive and demanding way than when she had wormed the dildo into her, but his reaction was not what she had expected.

 

Instead of pounding into her as Uncle Keith had done to mummy many times, Bobby was just sitting still, dumbstruck and immobile. She stopped bouncing, sat down on him, successfully burying his shaft to the hilt and looked in earnest into his eyes. She couldn’t help tearing a little.

 

“Don’t you like me?” She asked, fearing the answer.

 

“Yes of course I like you; it isn’t that, just that, well, what we are doing here is totally wrong. I’m supposed to be looking after you, not making out.” He realised that his cock was still deep inside her; an involuntary twitch almost had him shooting his load. He was just as confused as Abby, at one level he was horrified at the position he was in, but at a more fundamental level, his cherry was being popped and it felt pretty damned good.

 

She burst into tears, her hands covering her face, wracking sobs caused her shoulders to bob, sending a tremor through her body to be transmitted straight to his dick still inside her and very much ready for unloading. He grasped her shoulders, as much to stop the feelings her movements were doing to his testicles, as to try and pacify the poor girl.

 

“Abby, I do like you; I like you a lot, but…”

 

“But, not enough...” She interrupted him. “…Not enough to want to screw me anyway.” A word she had heard her mother use on occasion while her uncle was ramming his cock into her. She went into another paroxysm of sobbing, the pressure was becoming too much for Bobby to bear; he was so close to coming that it was painful. Her words surprised him, even stung, because he did think an awful lot of this little girl. Her next words though, threw him into a complete panic.

 

“I’m telling.” She announced as she got off of his rock hard erection and cruelly slapped his dick with an open hand. Two things happened in very quick succession; Robert jumped up from the sofa as if his tail was on fire, pain galvanized him unto action and Abby ran, screaming blue murder, from the room, heading for the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

It took him a few minutes to calm down sufficiently and get his throbbing cock back where it belonged, in the safety of his jeans, to be able to follow her. He was very worried now, not sure if Abby would in fact, tell her mother, but fearing she might say something on the lines of ‘Bobby touched me’ and the whole heap of pain that that would bring on. He knocked softly at her door hearing her sobs muffled. She didn’t answer so he knocked a little harder, using his knuckles.

 

He heard her answering, “What?” distortedly through the panelled door.

 

“Can I come in?” She didn’t answer. “Abby, can I come in please?” She still didn’t answer him so he tried the handle, it was not locked, the door swung open.

 

She had thrown herself on top of the bed, burying her head in a pink covered pillow. Her nightdress had ridden up to reveal her narrow buttocks, stark white in contrast to her sun-tanned legs. Robert tried not to look, but her position meant that this was the first thing his eyes landed on and, even in the position he was in now, male hormones are not interested in moral dilemmas.

 

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her nightdress down so that the distraction of her smooth skin didn’t sway him off track. He needed to know what she would say, if anything, to her mother and, if he could, dissuade her from telling. He stroked her hair in a soothing touch. She had stopped crying, just sniffed into her pillow, staying flat on her stomach.

 

“Abby, we have to talk.” She made no move to indicate that she was listening to him.

 

“Abby, I think you are lovely, I mean, you are a fantastic girl, pretty, attractive and all that, but…” She spun up from the pillow into a kneeling position next to him so fast that he didn’t finish what he was going to say.

 

“You think I’m Lovely?” She cocked her head and looked at him askance from underneath her eyelashes. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

 

“Yes Abby, I think you are very pretty.” He wasn’t sure where this was going, but it was better than her crying.

 

She fluttered her eyes and asked, “Do you think I’m beautiful? Daddy called me his princess. I miss my Daddy.” The floodgates opened again as soon as the words left her lips, he held her while her slim shoulders shook as wracking sob after sob tore through her. He was at something of a loss as to what to do, so he did nothing other than hold her and stroke her hair. Gradually, she calmed again.

 

As with the wind and it’s fickle intention, her direction changed. “I’ve watched mummy and Uncle Keith; I know what to do you know and I’ve been practising; wanna see?” Without waiting for his answer, she spun from his side and jumped off the bed. He caught a glimpse of her hairless fanny momentarily. She ran from the room and was back in less than a few seconds. In her hand was a shocking pink dildo, obviously filched from her mother’s bedroom.

 

She dived, head first onto the bed and had her nightdress pulled up in less time than it takes to blink. Before Robert had time to react, she had flipped over onto her back, legs spread impossibly wide and the end of the shocking pink coloured dildo, disappearing into her tight little hairless twat.

 

Transfixed, he watched as she forced the thick rubber dong into her self and then began to fuck it into her body, using a good five or six inches of the foot long monster. She gripped it with one hand and rubbed her little clit with the fingertips of the other. At one and the same time, he thought that what he was seeing was the most troublesome, but the most erotic thing he had every witnessed. Pretty shortly, her back was arching as the dildo was getting rammed into her in a blur of motion, fingers furiously twiddled her pronounced clit until she cried out, collapsing in a quivering heap, the glistening dildo still inside her; fingers still as she calmed from her climax.

 

“See.” She said breathlessly, “I have been practising and guess who I think about while I’m doing it?”

 

She sat up, bending the dildo almost double where it was half in and half out. A stray thought passed through his mind, that that had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her nightdress was pulled over her head while she sat on the dildo, facing him.

 

Fascinated and worried at the same time, Robert stared at her underdeveloped breasts; only in the first flush of budding. She traced his eye line.

 

“They will grow; I hope they aren’t too big when I’m grown up.” She, matter of factly announced, as if the scenario they were currently in were an every day occurrence.

 

She leant forward, bending the dildo even more, and kissed Robert’s lips; smiling as she did so. Automatically, his arms went around her slim frame, pulling her into him.

 

“Hang on.” She unfolded her legs and pulled the dildo from her body. He couldn’t miss the wetness of it. She laid it on top of the duvet then, turned back to Robert, grasping his hand and placing it on her reddened cunt lips. He made to pull his hand away, but she covered his fingers and forced one into her.

 

“Oh Bobby; how I have dreamed of this.”  She was still kneeling, facing him, her arms now around his neck. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth, pushing her small tongue between his lips. Her body felt hot to his touch, smooth, but the heat from her little twat, now resting in the palm of his hand while a finger explored her insides, was radiating out like a small furnace.

 

“Put the dildo in please?” She whispered into his ear; “Fuck me with it.”

 

As if having no will of his own, Robert reached out and caught hold of the dildo; it felt huge in his hand. She knelt up allowing him to pass it around the back of her, into his otherwise occupied hand to enter her from under. She sat down on it, back into an upright kneeling position. Still clasping his neck, she started riding the dildo while he held it upright. Her breath rattled in his ear as the effort told on her. Suddenly, his hand holding the pink monster was covered in girl jizz as her cum flooded around its girth. Shakily, she stood up on rubbery knees leaving his slick covered hand holding the dildo behind.

 

In his sitting position, her hairless little twat with its perfect fold was at eye level. He could smell her sex; the aroma of her juices invaded his nose. He dropped the dildo and pushed his hand between her legs until a lone finger entered her sex. He frigged her slowly, hooking his finger so that her little clit was pushed out and forward. He pulled her towards his face and licked her as his finger worked inside. She grasped his hair at the back of his head, pushing him into her cunt.

 

Again, she flooded; her juices ran down his hand and wrist. She gasped as if short of breath.

 

“Your turn!” She said as her legs buckled under her. She pulled at his zipper and yanked his jeans down with his help. His cock, although still sheathed in his boxer shorts, was prominent in its hardness. His jeans hit the floor, discarded, and then his shorts joined them along with his shirt.

 

She pushed him back gently and sat astride his body. The heat from her sex was like a small furnace on his stomach. Abby ran her hands over his chest as if she was giving him a massage; tracing circles while her twat rubbed against his body. She knelt up and shuffled down and then grasped his twitching cock. He supported his head on a couple of pillows so that he could watch her; all thoughts of stopping this had gone with his clothes, he was completely taken up with the run of events.

 

Slowly, she bent her body to bring her mouth into position; her tongue flicked out, licking the very end of his throbbing dick; a thin string of pre-cum connected them between cock head and her bottom lip.

 

He saw her smile, a curl of her lips as she lowered her face once more to take him between her lips and into her hot little mouth. She sucked hard, drawing even more blood into his bell-end, then, released the pressure of vacuum to begin stroking his length with her hand while holding him in her mouth.

 

He couldn’t take very much more of what her mouth and hand was doing. “Abby, stop please, otherwise it will be over too quickly.”

 

She said nothing, but spun around so that her back faced him, then she shuffled back and sat on his face, her knees spread wide. He tasted her cum from earlier as his tongue darted into her slit. It was as if she had been electrified, as soon as his tongue found her hard little clit, she began to rock and rub herself on him in a rapid pelvic rock, his nose getting forced into her little twat while his tongue concentrated on her nub. Suddenly, she stiffened and then spurted her girl cream into his mouth and nose while she whimpered and whined in a high-pitched voice he didn’t recognise as hers.

 

Bonelessly, she collapsed on top of him to regain her senses. After a few minutes, the quivering lessened to something manageable. She climbed off of him, only to turn around and stand with her feet either side of his body. Abby transfixed his eyes with an intensity of her own eyes, then, once she had his full attention, she slowly began to bend her knees, lowering her self until she had his cock at the entrance of her cunt. She poised for an agonising second or two, then, continued her downward progression, sinking him into her until her whole weight was centred on his cock.

 

Robert grasped her slim buttocks and lifted her easily, only to let her down again. He fucked into her as carefully and gently as he could, but the pressure and need to come was becoming extremely urgent. Gradually he increased the pace, Abby helped, placing her palms on his chest and lifting in time with Robert.

 

He felt his balls clench, the pressure had built to a point where he could no longer hold on. His come shot from him, splashing over her insides, filling her young cunt with his seed. Pulse after pulse left him, he cried out in release; Abby cried out in the same release and the realisation of her dream. At last, Bobby had fucked her, filling her belly with his milk. It might have only lasted for a few minutes, but was no less delicious in its intensity.

 

Her hand passed under her. She hooked a couple of fingers, feeling his cock inside of her tight cunt. Then she pulled them back out, covered in his and her come. Mischievously, she licked her fingers one at a time while she smiled her gratitude.

 

After staying inside her until his dick softened, Robert got up from the bed to go to the toilet. By the time he had washed him self off and returned, Abby was curled up under the duvet, fast asleep. He dressed and made sure she was covered properly.

 

His next couple of hours were spent in front of the television. It played to its self while he thought about what had happened. He knew it was all wrong and he was in deep trouble, but Abby had had him at a disadvantage; if she cried rape to her mother, he would be sunk, possibly goaled, but whatever, in a whole heap of trouble. His thoughts were interrupted when Mrs Howard quietly opened the front door. She was back from her night out much earlier than expected.

 

Immediately, he knew that she had been crying; her make-up had run in black lines down her face, her clothes were dishevelled and a mess.

 

“Oh Bobby,” She broke down in floods of tears as the door clicked shut behind her. She ran across the hall and threw herself into his arms. She sobbed, deep-wracking sobs of utter desolation, soaking his shoulder as her tears collected in his tee shirt, staining it beyond redemption. He held her close, his arms around her slim waist, then stroking her hair to try to soothe her. Gradually, her sobbing subsided.

 

Somehow, and he didn’t really have a clear recollection of exactly how it happened; they were naked in her bed.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Mrs Howard’s evening out had been a disaster. As so often happens when work colleagues go out, away from their normal environment, a different side of their personality often becomes prominent. David, who was fairly high in accounts, had turned from an essentially nice guy in his office persona, to a sexual predator when the shackles of office politics were removed.

 

Dinner had been okay. The Italian restaurant had been a little overpriced, but the food and service had made up for the cost. Initially, David had been the perfect companion, holding the door open for her and seating her at their table as a gentleman would. He had even consulted her on the choice of wine to accompany their food and chatted about general topics while they ate. But, afterwards, after the bill was paid and they had left the restaurant and walked for a while along the embankment of the city’s river, under the festoon lighting, his manner changed. As if a switch were turned on, his sexual predation swung into action.

 

They had sat on one of the many benches that lined the path and continued to chat about themselves, illuminated by the moon and the lighting. Suddenly, his words dried up, his mouth sought hers while his hands pulled at her clothing, mauling at her breasts and trying to part her knees. Did he expect that she would engage in a coupling here and now, in full view of the other couples that traversed the path? Was the man mad?

 

Her gentle refusal to allow his fumbling hands access to her body produced a violent reaction. Suddenly, his mood changed yet again, to anger, even to rage. He viciously hissed at her, reminding her that he had paid for dinner. Her retort, “Do you see that as payment for sex,” earned a sharp, backhanded slap to her face. He then, spun on his heel and left her there without looking back, miles from anywhere in the darkness of the park. He left her, almost running to be away from a failed encounter. Her revenge needed to be planned, but revenge she would have when she returned to her part-time job.

 

Eventually, she found her way out of the riverside park and hailed a cab. Robert, standing at the foot of the stairs, just inside her street door, was the first friendly face she had seen since, wordlessly, she had taken his hand and led him upstairs to her bed. She needed the comfort of a warm body next to her; she needed desperately to be held and soothed, but more, she needed to have a man inside of her to release the pent up fury, loneliness and frustration that threatened to overcome her completely. Her actions were unthinking, raw emotion commanded and demanded that she obtain a release, like any animal, living on nerves and instinct, Robert was the valve to allow her to vent her hurt and bruised self esteem.

 

She didn’t remove her make up, but left it smeared and streaked across her face, her clothes, usually carefully folded and put away, hit the floor in a desperate, untidy heap. Her panties and hose fell around her ankles just a second before she grabbed the bemused boy by his upper arm and pulled him to her on the bed.

 

She attacked him using her lips, mouth arms and legs. Her teeth nipped at his skin while she raked his flesh, leaving red welts in parallel lines over his chest. Then she had his cock in her mouth, sucking him with a wild abandon, her fist wrapped around his root, squeezing and coaxing him to erection. Frenetically, she forced him to the back of her throat until a gag reaction stopped her going any further, then, just as frenetically, she sucked him and fucked his hardening cock between her lips as if she couldn’t wait for him to give her his seed to swallow.

 

Robert didn’t quite know what to do. He lay on his back, smarting from the wheals she had raised on his chest, but also not knowing what was expected of him. At first, he lay stiff, with his arms beside him, knees straight while she abused his dick with her insistent mouth. His nerves and confusion about what was happening prevented him from really engaging in the act. But, then blood and nervous synapse took control of his responses, his knees came up, effectively parting his legs and giving her full access to his groin, his hands, as if of their own volition, ran through her auburn tresses, massaging her scalp and urging her on to take him to completion.

 

His earlier exploits meant that he was able to hold on to the moment of orgasm, but her wild ministrations were getting him rapidly to the point of shooting his load, his thighs clamped and thrust, while his buttocks squeezed together, forcing his hips up. She must have realised at some fundamental level, that he was getting close because she suddenly stopped sucking him and grasped his root firmly while she scooted up and sat astride him, guiding his throbbing phallus into her warm and wanting cunt.

 

She sunk down on him, burying his cock deep inside of her body. Then, she began a pelvic rock that rubbed her clit between his pubic bone and her own, creating a delicious friction that soon had her gasping.

 

Robert looked up at her, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown slightly back, exposing her throat with veins pronounced under the stretched skin. A brown mole between her tits that had been a beacon in his adolescent years drew his notice, which then, took in her swaying breasts. Her nipples, hard and effused, pointed at him, silently begging him to touch and fondle them. He obliged, taking both at the same time between thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on them. The effect was immediate, she stopped the pelvic rocking and started to fuck him properly, lifting and then plunging down to take him to her very soul inside of her.

 

The pace quickened, becoming more urgent as her climax approached. She supported herself with one hand braced on his chest; the other slid between her parted legs and viciously pulled and pinched at her clit, desperately bringing the onrush of climax.

 

Robert’s cock was rigid with blood, pulsing with need and getting ever closer to exploding inside the object of his young wet dreams. She was now getting very close as well, the combination of her fucking him, her fingers tormenting her most sensitive nub and his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, was taking her to that most special place of total orgasm, when the nerves jangle, bodies lose fluid in a violent reaction to the sensory overload and coherent thought is impossible.

 

Her teeth gritted in a primal grin, her breath escaping between parted lips and then she came, throwing her head back as wave over wave of pleasure overcame her. Her sweet orgasm flooded and soaking his groin as the last throws of her movement allowed her essence to escape around his cock. Sated, she sat astride him, feeling his twitching deep inside, nudging her womb entrance. Then, Robert involuntarily thrust upwards, driving him deeper still. His hot come spurted, then spurted again as his cock pulsed. She felt every throb as he emptied into her chamber and delighted as he emptied his spend.

 

She disengaged and climbed off of him to lie alongside his prone body and nestled against his cheek, whispering, “thank you.” Her head rested on his chest and in a few seconds was breathing deeply, asleep, contented and sated in his arms.

 

Unseen and silent, a figure moved away from the slightly open door to return to her bedroom, a secret smile playing over her mouth.

 

Robert waited until she had rolled away into a foetal position, her back to him, before he slid out of bed, found his clothes and quietly left the house to the sanctuary of his own bed, a few houses away.

 

The next morning, after he slept like a dead man, his mother roughly woke him telling him he had a call. Bleary eyed, he stumbled down the stairs and picked up the receiver off the wall.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Robert? It’s Mrs Howard, we need to talk, come over in an hour. Abby will be at school.” She hung up without waiting for an answer.

 

The time passed with him pacing the floor of his room. Had Abby told her mother what had happened? How much trouble was he in? He fretted and watched the clock as an hour trickled away at the pace of what seemed like minute long seconds.

 

He watched the school bus drive away from the vantage of his bedroom window, then, almost tore the back door off its hinges as he rushed out to confront her.

 

She was waiting for him, the door open and a look that that might strip wallpaper on her face. His heart sunk as his bottom lip began to be bitten in his habitual way when he was anxious. She stepped aside to let him in, then, closed the door with a click. Her house-coat swishing as she spun around to confront him.

 

Without preamble, she launched straight into what she had to say, not even taking him into the sitting room, but rather letting fly at the foot of the stairs in the hall.

 

“What happened yesterday was all wrong; totally wrong Robert.”

 

Robert hung his head and mumbled that he was sorry.

 

“What did you say?” She had her arms akimbo, staring him down.

 

“I said I’m sorry.” He kept his eyes down. “I know it shouldn’t have happened, I’m responsible and I am sorry.”

 

“What have you got to be sorry about you silly bugger?” Her manner was aggressive, borne out of a defensive position. She walked into the sitting room, not looking to see if he was following. “It’s me who should be saying sorry so keep quiet while I get this off my chest; Sit.” She pointed to the settee.

 

Robert was confused, he thought that she had found out about what he and Abby had been up to, but instead, she was making the all the wrong noises for someone who was about to chew him out for fucking her daughter and the expected fury that that would prompt. He slumped into the settee nervously; waiting for her to say whatever it was she had to say.

 

“What happened last night was a mistake Robert and cannot happen again. I took advantage of you and I am sorry.” She sat on the edge of an opposing settee, clasping her hands together between closely shut knees. Her eyes carried a forlorn message of hopelessness, “I was upset when I got back....” Her tone softened; “…and I needed… something; a hug… someone to hold… I don’t know, but what I did to you was unforgivable. You have been a real friend to Abby, and me; I trust you and betrayed that trust in a moment of weakness. Please forgive me?” She looked at him, imploring his understanding silently now that the first rush of words was out.

 

Robert remained quiet for a moment, trying to organise his thoughts and not say the first thing that came into his head. This was one of those rare moments when emotions and truth all come together, a moment when nerves are raw an open to the slightest dent or wound, a moment when the wrong word could ruin everything forever. He wanted to tell her how much he had dreamed of exactly what happened last night; he wanted to tell her that it had been the culmination of wishes, so long in the making. It was also a moment for soul bearing, but he thought to keep his experience with Abby a secret, knowing that Jean would not understand or accept it in any way.

 

“I wanted it to happen…” he began; “…I have wanted for us to be together for so long, ever since Mr Howard left. I have dreamed of a night like last night and it came true at last, so you have nothing to be sorry for. You needed a friend and I was able and more than willing to be that friend; I will be happy to keep on being that friend, for as long as you want me.” He looked at her, staring at the top of her bowed head, willing her to look up into his eyes so that she could see the truth of what he was saying and how much he really wanted it to be. Her shoulders gently shook, her silent crying became obvious to him after a few seconds; Robert thought his heart would break. Without thinking, he jumped up from the settee to sit beside her and threw his arm around her heaving shoulders. His selfless action opened the floodgates; she sobbed like a child, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked; she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her and patted her back in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears.

 

When, after a little while, her sobs lessened, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, turning her to face him. He kissed her lips lightly, then, kissed her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. He wiped at her cheeks as she sat, still in the embrace of his arm as if she were the younger one of the two. Then, he kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her lips and the sweetness of her breath. For him, it was a moment of pure love, his heart aching at her obvious pain and wanting to take it all away if he could. Her lips parted in response to his kiss; what had been a chaste touch of lips, was now, becoming something else entirely.

 

She swivelled on the edge of the settee, knocking her knee against his and turned her body toward him. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing him into her, pulling him close so that her breasts squashed against his chest. He clasped her, feeling each breath as it was drawn into her lungs; her heart as it hammered against her ribs as if to break out. Her tongue snaked out, between his teeth in an exploratory search, he responded in kind, tasting the sugar of her morning coffee on her tongue.

 

“I have been so lonely.” She whispered into his mouth. “Take me to bed?”

 

Robert broke the embrace and kiss to stand up. He offered his hand, pulling her up when she took it. Silently, he led her up the staircase with its white balusters and stained handrail and then into her bedroom. The bed was unmade the sheets in an untidy mess, the duvet scrunched up to one side and the pillows bunched into crescent shapes where her head had been.

 

Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him guiding her by the shoulders, then, gently pushing her backwards so that she sat on the edge of the bed. He untied the ribbon bows of her housecoat one at a time, starting at the nearest to her throat and working downwards to reveal her lilac silky chemise underneath. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and kissed each of them as she sat there immobile, her arms hanging at her sides. Then, he slipped the thin straps of the silky garment off of her shoulders; it was loose enough to pass over her breasts with a little help from him. They bounced slightly as the fabric passed over her nipples. She continued to sit, transfixed, her breasts bare to his gaze, the chemise bunched around her hips and her housecoat a crumpled heap behind her.

 

Robert thought that he had never seen a sight like it before.

 

He knelt, cupping one breast and mouthing the other, drawing her nipple between his teeth. She shivered slightly as the electrical touch evinced a reaction. She shook her arms out of the thin loops of her chemise and held his tousled head, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth as it suckled on her teat. A familiar fire began in her belly, spreading out to engulf her. It had been so long since a man had stoked that particular flame, it was a familiar tension deep inside her belly, but had almost been extinguished since her husband had left. The few occasions she had taken her brother-in-law to bed had never pricked the insular wall she had built around her loneliness or inner self. Her juices flowed unnoticed, lubricating and preparing her sex for his entry, it was a delicious feeling, and she gave herself to the abandon of sex.

 

Jean lay back over the discarded clothing on the bed, drawing her breast away from him, but exposing her whole body to his gaze. Although she was almost twice his age, she had remained trim, having regained her figure after Abby’s birth. Her tits were slightly on the small size, a reasonable B cup, but adequate she thought. Her stomach had flattened with the exercises she had religiously done to tone up; her legs, she thought to be her best feature, were long and toned with the remnants of summer sun still remaining as a light tan to her skin.

 

He remained kneeling between her legs that dangled over the edge of the bed. Slowly, his hands covered her knees then, slowly travelling up in parallel lines, over her thighs, meeting at her mons, then, over her stomach in a delicate touch that had her tingling in anticipation. They continued up until at last, grasping her breasts with his thumbs rubbing her already hardened nipples. The whole movement was languid and sensual, almost like a gentle massage. Her desire rose as the heat in her belly increased in intensity.

 

Then, she sighed as his lips found her moistened cleft. His tongue darted out, parting her lips to find her clit. Her pubic hair, kept short, but still giving a full cover, tickled his nose; he ignored it as her taste and smell overtook his sinuses. The first touch of her clit on his tongue brought forth a squeal and a yip of electric tension from her. Jean’s legs drew up and spread to allow him full access to her most sensitive nerve centre.

 

The tip of his nose replaced his tongue, rubbing against her excited clit as he pushed the organ into her cunt to get the whole of her taste over his waiting buds. He tongue fucked her slowly, squashing his nose against her pubic bone, trapping her clit and causing a friction, delicious in the heat until she moaned and shuddered through a mini orgasm. Her essence trickled in a slick stream; he loved her taste and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life doing just this, knowing that it brought her pleasure and delighting in his ability to please her so. Pretty soon though, the friction became uncomfortable for both of them, it was time for him to make love to her, to enter into her golden box and savour the delights of passion, so often dreamt of.

 

He stood and grasped her bent knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His rigid cock quested for her sex, but slid over her clit at his first attempt to enter her body. Jean gently grasped his manhood and guided him to her waiting cunt. Robert shuffled forward, feeling the bottom of the bed rest against the bridges of his feet, then, with a pelvic thrust; his cock entered her warmth until the whole length was buried inside of her. She raised her legs and brought them closer to rest on his shoulders but allowing her enough space between to be able to rub her clit as his insistent thrusting brought her to another, more fulfilling climax. She came in a gush, soaking the bedclothes and the floor at his feet.

 

Robert’s cock ached for his release; the pressure had built to an intolerable level, holding on was not going to be an option for very much longer. His groin tightened while his balls produced seminal fluids and spermatozoa that would soon be flooding into her warm and willing womb. Then, his climax rushed upwards, amalgamating in confusion of orgasm. He sprayed his come against the walls of her cunt, spurt after spurt ejected from him as his thrusts became suddenly jerky and uncoordinated and his knees looked to be on the point of collapse.

 

He disengaged from her to lie alongside, facing her still heaving body where her breath was being drawn in ragged gasps. He threw an arm over her, cupping the opposing breast and would have fallen into a deep sated sleep were it not for her need to say something.

 

“Robert… that was… Oh! Never mind.” Apart from breathing, she seemed to be having a problem with what it was she wanted to say.

 

“What Jean? What was it?” He urged her.

 

“You have no idea how I needed that,” She said at last, “but it was so wrong.”

 

“Did it feel wrong?” He asked, knowing what her body had told him.

 

“It felt wonderful.” She snuggled against his sweat soaked skin. “It felt wonderful and exciting and I am so fucked.” She scooted across the bed so her legs were no longer dangling over the side. Robert shifted with her then held her as she curled into a foetal ball with her ass pointing towards him.

 

“How was it wrong?” He persisted. “Do you mean the age thing? Or is that you see me as something less than a man?”

 

“No not that… well perhaps because you are almost half my age, but you have been coming here baby-sitting for a few years now, I have watched you grow from a gawky kid into a fine young man. You should be out with a nice young girl your own age, not fucking some old desperate divorcee who should know better.” There, she had said what she meant to say a few minutes ago, but it didn’t make her feel any better about what was happening. She did like the feel of his arms around her and the warmth from his stomach where her ass was pressed into it.

 

“I told you, I have dreamt of this for so long now I can’t remember when it began. Laying here with you, is truly a dream come true for me, I can’t believe it has happened and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here right now.” He was rewarded with a grunt; Jean was rapidly falling into a contented sleep, sated and replete in his arms. He slept too; all thoughts of Abby erased from his mind.

 

Later, sometime around noon, she woke and was disorientated for a few seconds, finding another in her bed where, she was used to feeling nothing but a vacant space. Then the memory flooded back as he stirred. Her thoughts raced around in her head. Was it possible? Could it be? What about the neighbours? What would her ex-husband have to say, especially where the custody battle had only just been completed? What would his parent have to say about it? So many questions danced across her mind, raising more questions in their wake, but the prevailing question was the age difference; he is only sixteen and I’m thirty almost. It is impossible; or is it? The fact that she had become a mother at his age had little to do with her thinking, just that, perhaps in a few years time, or even sooner, he would tire of her and she would be alone again. Could she compete against younger girls? Could she handle that or the accusing fingers or scorn from the neighbours. And so the endless warring questions criss-crossed her mind, tying her up in knots of doubt. The more she thought about it though, the more she was persuading herself that it could never work and that, if she had any feelings for him, she would let him go to find an attractive girl, more suited to his age.

 

Then, each and every one of those thoughts dissipated into so much ethereal smoke when his vivid blue eyes opened and he smiled at her as she came into focus. Without hesitation, Robert kissed her mouth, pulling her to him and, as if nothing had happened an hour or so earlier, the fires of passion immediately were stoked into life. His cock hardened and pointed at her as if to say, you are mine.

 

She took him in her mouth, bringing him to the point of climax, then Crying, “Oh God!” as he slowly fucked her. Her worries flew away with each stroke until she was left with nothing but sheer instinct in the act of procreation.

 

The day continued with them in bed, alternately snoozing and fucking each other in a variety of ways, using whatever came to mind, mouths, hands and tongues. Jean thought that the highs this young man was taking her too had been a place never to be visited ever again after her separation and divorce. Robert seemed to know instinctively, exactly where and how to touch her in order to bring her to a plateau, she hadn’t needed to direct him very much, but in those few instructions she had given, the reward was far more than she could have expected. He was a fast learner and seemed to have an unlimited and inexhaustible amount of stamina.

 

For Robert, what had happened and was happening by the minute only reinforced the love he had for her. He hoped that she might fall in love with him in the passage of time. Already, he had differentiated between love and lust, a rare thing in one so young.

 

Later, when both of their desires were more than satisfied, they talked, making wild plans, but realising that, for the moment, Robert needed to stay at home, finish his studies then, if they still wanted each other, make their partnership a more permanent thing. In the meantime, they could share a secret sexual liaison.

 

He showered at last, cleaning of the smell of their combined essences before heading for home and the chance to reflect on a turn of events far beyond his wildest dreams.

 

His first night staying over in Jean’s bed was to open a can of worms, but that was in the future and still, Abby was far from his thoughts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

The long hot summer waxed into autumn and then, in turn, to winter. Both Robert and Abby celebrated birthdays with the passing of gifts and then more gifts as Christmas came and went.

 

Abby was cast as a shepherd in the nativity play at school. Jean and Robert laughed with the rest of the audience when baby Jesus landed on his head with a loud thud and Mary wore a mortified expression that was a classic picture and then again, when one of the wise men forgot his lines, to be reminded by a rather loud stage whisper from the wings.

 

Christmas had been hard for Abby. Her father might have left home, but it seemed that he had also left her as well as her mother. His card had a cheque for one hundred pounds, but nothing else. No words of love or that he was missing her or even an invitation to come and see him in his new house. In her mind and with the astuteness of a young girl, the money was by way of absolution for his conscience. In that one thoughtless act, he had alienated his daughter beyond repair. She was not likely to forgive the latest and greatest betrayal.

 

Jean had noticed a change in Abby. She had always been a little dizzy and somewhat clumsy and loud, but she had suddenly become much more self-assured, displaying a quietude of manner, as if she were carrying a secret. Abby also displayed rather more affection toward Jean with impromptu hugs and consideration of her space. Jean found herself liking Abby more, she loved her of course, as a mother does her child, but at another level, they were becoming friends who shared little moments, a kindred closeness. Jean thought that it might be the result of her father leaving home, perhaps a basic need to know that at least one of her parents was a constant in her life, so, didn’t question it, just enjoyed the bond they were developing.

 

Abby herself, was quite content. She had achieved her goal in seducing Robert. She would have liked to visit that special place again, but it pleased her that her mother and Robert were involved. She liked how her mum bounced around and became more like a girl, she liked that Robert was around occasionally and thought that perhaps, she might get another chance with him sometime, but was in no hurry and really didn’t want to spoil her mother’s secret or happiness. In seducing Robert, she had stepped over a threshold, had experienced that which her fantasies had promoted to an elevation far beyond the event, and, in a moment of maturity, way beyond her years, knew that she would one day, reach that goal of sexual summit again, but only when she was ready and rather more well equipped to handle it.

 

Robert’s exam result arrived. They were not brilliant, but good enough to take him to college where he wanted to study physical education. He was better than okay at most sports, but liked the idea of teaching it. To do that, he needed at least to obtain a degree in sport. He also needed to take higher exams in English and Math. September saw him embark on a path that he hoped would shape his future career and lead on to a teaching degree.

 

Jean also was progressing in her job. The chance to increase her hours had come at just the right time, allowing for a better Christmas with the extra income. It suited her needs and still allowed her to be home in time for Abby’s return from school. Her revenge over David came from an unexpected quarter. Imelda, a fairly new receptionist, very publicly and very loudly announced that it would be a cold day in hell before she went out with such an animal like him. Then, went on to inform everyone who was interested, that he had left a defenceless woman in the middle of London when she refused him sex. Although she didn’t mention Jean by name, it was common knowledge, at least amongst the women in the office and then, by most of everyone else. Many eyes turned to Jean who was sitting quietly, watching the interaction. By implication, it was accepted that she had been the victim of this predator. David’s humiliation was total and complete. Wordlessly, his face florid in embarrassment, he fled the office and found another job a week or two later.

 

Time and circumstance conspired to keep Robert and Jean apart. They managed an occasional secret coupling, usually frenzied and hurried, taking the infrequent opportunities when Abby was visiting friends after school. By tacit agreement, they hid their romance from everyone, preferring that things not be public, at least for the time being.

 

Spring came with melting snow and a gradual rise in the ambient temperature. The days grew longer and warmer. Then in turn came Easter as a celebration of the end of the harsh, cold weather. It was also Jean’s birthday.

 

Abby had baked a cake. Secretly, she had been preparing it at her best friend’s house with the help of Alice’s mother. The finished article was really very good. The icing over the rich cake was quite artistic and the writing in fluorescent green spelling out, ”The best Mum in the world”, was neatly done.

 

Abby called Robert to come over, conspiring with him that she had baked a cake as a surprise. She let him in through the back door. They waited side by side in the living room; both bearing gifts while Jean finished her shower. Abby’s cake sat on the table, candles ready to be lit, and her hand-made card alongside.

 

Robert’s gift of a crucifix was burning a hole in his pocket where he was so eager to give it to her. He had managed to appropriate a bottle of wine from home and had stashed it in the fridge to chill.

 

Eventually and completely ignorant of her waiting audience, Jean came down the stairs wrapped in a bath towel and rubbing her hair dry with another. She stepped into the living room to be confronted with a “Ta-Dah!” from them both.

 

She froze in mid rub, her arms raised above her head, holding the towel in place while her brain caught up with the scene of the two of them patiently waiting for her appearance. The sight of the two people she loved more than anything in life, standing side by side, almost tore a wracking sob from her throat in a sudden up rush of emotion.

 

“Oh!” She managed to quell the sob, swallowing it. Then her eyes found the cake and in an instant, took in the workmanship and labour that had gone into its making. “This is a nice surprise.” The ineptitude of her words made her wince a little. What she really wanted to say was something more along the lines of; what a fantastic, heart wrenching pleasure, a cake that had love lavished in its creation, a cherubic face, gleefully waiting to spring the surprise and a young man, eager to please her in any way he could. That it was a scene she would treasure forever.

 

 

“Happy birthday!” They yelled in unison, delighted smiles on both of their faces when they realised that she was completely bowled over by the surprise. Abby rushed over and threw her arms around Jean’s shoulders in a hug. They laughed, almost falling over in the fierceness of Abby’s momentum. Robert came over rather more circumspect to add a chaste kiss to Jeans cheek, but was immediately enfolded in interlocked arms by them both. He hugged them back with an arm around each of their waists and received a kiss from Jean and Abby. Privately, he realised for the first time that Abby was as tall as Jean and had developed quite a bit since summer. Guiltily, he pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about what had happened between them, preferring to compartmentalise that event into the “to be forgotten area of his mind.”

 

They broke apart to present their gifts. Abby puffed out in pride in the fruits of her labours and the accolades that came with them. Jean enthused and congratulated her daughter at the quality of the piping on the cake and artistry of her card.

 

Robert’s gift was received with effusive thanks and immediately put around her neck. A private look passed between them that promised a rather more, in depth thank you was owed and would be paid. Jean left the two of them cutting the cake into quarters and then eighths to get dressed. She awarded herself some little time to pamper herself a little, rubbing in a fragrant moisturiser all over her skin, then a light atomised spray of Jean Paul Goutier, eau de par fame. She admired her body in the full-length mirror that resided in the corner of her bedroom. For a thirty something with another year under her belt, she didn’t look at all bad she thought.

 

“I would fancy you myself.” She remarked aloud and then laughed at herself as she inspected the curve of her bum as far as possible in a two dimensional image. She selected a figure hugging pair of jeans and a top that flattered her breasts. These were pulled over a matching set of thong and push up bra she had bought for herself in “La Senza”, a present she gave to herself with Robert in mind.

 

Dinner was almost formal, sitting around the dining table, candles as a centrepiece and a glass of wine each. They laughed and chatted, enjoying the familiarity of each other’s company then, later, played trivial pursuit, cheating outrageously and giggling all the way through it.

 

Eventually, Abby yawned and stretched with her arms held vertically aloft. She kissed her mother good night with an embrace around her neck that said rather more than goodnight. Then she kissed Robert’s cheek, also wishing him a goodnight, but with a theatrical wink as if to say, I’m clearing out of the way so you two can play.

 

Robert sat in an armchair, pleasantly comfortable, watching the dancing flames of the fire. Jean had got up to turn the lights down low now that Abby had gone to bed. She sat on the floor at his feet, resting an elbow and then, her head on his knees, her feet curled under her.

 

He felt an ache in his heart. She was so damned attractive; he loved her hair, the subtle changes of shade. He loved the shape of her neck and the curve as her neck joined her shoulders. He adored the freckles she had on her shoulders; small splashes of colour, as if flicked from a paintbrush. Her breasts, even though she thought of them a small, were perfect as was her flat stomach and neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. These memories of her saw him through his day, but also distracted him from his studies at the oddest times.

 

His wandering thoughts were brought back into sharp focus as her hand wormed between the teeth of his opened zipper to find his cock. He hadn’t felt the slider being pulled down in his relaxed state, but was now fully awake.

 

She found his flaccid organ and freed it from the confines of denim. It looked slightly ridiculous, poking out of his jeans, but either Jean didn’t notice, or could care less as her lips encircled the dark head and the warmth of her mouth drew blood into the rapidly hardening rod.

 

She scooted around a little, making it easier for her to suck him into her mouth and with hands behind his knees; she pulled him forward so that he was prone in the armchair.

 

Jean had allowed an inch or so between her lips, but then stopped and knelt up. Deliciously slowly, she popped the button of his jeans and tugged them over his hips and down to his ankles. She undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt and tucked the ends under him. Deeming him prepared, jean deliberately slowly, lowered her mouth to his glistening cock, licking his eye with the very tip of her pointed tongue and then running it around the flanged edge of his cock head. He twitched and moaned and then gritted his teeth as her head sank lower, allowing him entry into her mouth. He felt her teeth gently rasp over his sensitive nerve endings as his cock continued the agonisingly slow progression into the warm haven of her mouth. She had over half of his twitching phallus now in the most intimate embrace she could give, but was not content, she had determined to swallow the whole length, but didn’t want to gag, so, by going slowly, she thought that she might achieve her goal and make it something special for him at the same time.

 

Millimetre by millimetre, she sank lower, pushing him deeper, trusting that he wouldn’t thrust and ruin the effort. Fully engorged, the girth forced her to open her mouth a little wider, but still she continued to ease him deeper. He was now passed the back of her tongue, passed the point where her gag reflex would have kicked in normally. His hair tickled her nose; then he was right to the back of her throat, there was no more to engulf, his whole length nestled in her warmth. In an inspirational moment, she had the idea to nod her head, rather than bob up and down. The effect was to create a gentle massage to his dick. Somehow, she managed to breath as the rocking motion brought him to a shuddering climax. Her reward was his semen, hot and urgent, flooding her throat and passing into her stomach.

 

Robert hadn’t moved a muscle while she took him to a heavenly orgasm. He didn’t dare move, not wanting to spoil the deliciously slow crescendo that she had given him, but now he had come and she had released him from the prison of her mouth, he touched her hair and then, cupped her face as she wiped a globule of his spend from her lip.

 

“Let’s go to bed.” She said, getting up from the floor and offering her hand. She hit the light switch as they passed hand in hand to mount the stairs and continue what had been the best birthday she could remember.

 

Sometime later, after Robert had returned the favour with his mouth clamped to her clit while he worked two fingers over her “G” spot and then fucked her slowly, with a passionate tenderness until she had locked her feet behind his buttocks and pulled him into her body as far as he would go, they fell into a sated sleep, locked in an embrace, her head on his chest, his arm protectively around her shoulder.

 

Jean woke early in the morning and reached for his dick, hoping to feel him inside her one last time before the constraints of their lives took control of the day. She found a hand already wrapped around the base of his shaft. Suddenly wide eyed, she raised her head from the pillow and found that Abby had crept into the bed, sometime in the night. She had hold of the sleeping Robert’s cock in a vice like grip, but was, to all intents, asleep herself.

 

Jean didn’t know what to do for a few moments. She knew that Abby was sexually curious, she even knew that her vibrator had found its way out of her ‘special’ drawer and had a fairly good idea that Abby might have used it. Jean thought that, although this might be a little early in Abby’s development, suppressing it would probably be more harmful.

 

But having her active with a man was a step too far. Somehow, she was going to have to broach the subject, perhaps it was way passed time for the Mother daughter chat. In the meantime, she had to do something with this little scenario. She peeled back a finger at a time, Abby’s fist and with a few sleepy grunts, but little else, managed to free Robert’s stiff cock from the grasp of her fourteen year old’s grasp. She gently woke him, silencing any waking noises with a kiss and then a finger on his lips, urging him to quiet.

 

He slipped from the bed noiselessly. Abby stirred and turned over but did not wake. Silently they left her to sleep on while they showered and fucked in the locked bathroom.

 

Jean told him about what had happened. Robert blushed, but managed no to blurt out that he had known when Abby got into bed, or that he had slipped a finger into her lithe little body while she rubbed him until he came over the sheet or that he had in fact, fucked her daughter, at her insistence, some time back now.

 

Later, after Robert had returned home, the conversation between Jean and Abby didn’t go exactly how she expected it to. It started off okay, a general chat about boys and sex, but then Jean had to mention that getting into her bed was now off limits.

 

“Occasionally, Robert and I will be in bed together. I know you are happy that we are together and I know you are adult enough to realise what goes on when that happens, but it is something between him and I Abby, not for you to share.”

 

“Why not?” Abby asked, guilessly.

 

“Well for one thing, you are too young.”

 

“To young for Robert do you mean?” Her faced portrayed a perfect innocence.

 

“Well, yes as a matter of fact, but also too young to be sexually active.” This was getting a little deeper than Jean felt comfortable with, but the next words from Abby were devastating in their argument.

 

“Like Robert is too young for you?” The barb sunk deep. “I mean, he is nearly half your age isn’t he, but it doesn’t stop you from screwing him now does it?” Abby looked into her mother’s eyes and knew that she had won a moral victory, she also knew that if she drove it too far, irreparable damage would ensue, so decided to be gentle with her fragile mother’s feelings. “I know what goes on between you, but that makes me happy. I like the way you are when he is around and I like what it does for you, he’s much better than anyone else and that includes dad or Uncle Keith.”

 

Somewhat defeated, Jean broke the connection of eyes. The truth of what her daughter was saying hit home. Yes Robert was way too young for her, but it was also true that her heart skipped a beat when he was near. Jean realised, perhaps admitting to the fact that she had developed a love for him. No! That wasn’t right, she loved him with a passion and really wanted for them to take it further. She wanted him all to herself and in a way, felt selfish about it.

 

“You are right Abby. Robert is too young in the eyes of the world. I doubt many would accept what we feel. All I know is that I want him, can’t live without him at any price.”

 

“Any price?”

 

“Yes.” A tear traced a course over her cheek at the fleeting thought that they wouldn’t be together.

 

“So, if I said that part of that price is that we share him, how would that be?” The trap was set and all it needed was for Jean to fall in. “Would that be too much of a price?” But Jean had known where this was headed and had already prepared an answer.

 

“Yes… and no. Abby, you are my daughter, you’re only fourteen and I must protect you and raise you as best I can. I can’t allow you to become involved in some kind of sexual relationship. It would be a dereliction of my duty.” Jean sniffed a sob back. “But if I have to, I will give up Robert or anyone else until you are old enough. It would break my heart, but if that is what is necessary, then that is how it will be.”

 

“Ha! A dereliction of duty, whatever that means, well mum, it is too late, I have had sex more than once and enjoyed it. I was careful, I went to the Doctor’s a year ago and have been on the pill since; so, I won’t get pregnant, unlike you.” She paused for effect, waiting for her mother to catch up. “So, my terms are, if I chose to and Robert is willing, I will take him to my bed, unlike you, he will not make me pregnant.”

 

“I’m not pregnant.” It was the easiest thing Jean could pick up on from the revelations her daughter had just given.

 

“News flash mum; you are pregnant, my guess is about two months.” She was right. “What are you gong to do now?”

 

Gradually, realisation of her condition, along with a piece-by-piece destruction of her argument, Jean accepted that they would share Robert. But, now that she knew she was going to have a baby, things had just gone completely crazy. The conversation finished with plans being made. First thing was to tell Robert of his impending fatherhood, then let him into the family secret, for that is what the arrangement would be, then plan what the three of them were going to do with a fourth member of the family to look out for.

 

He was in for the shock of his life. Men can be so gullible and really, although they like to think otherwise, they are completely at the mercy of a woman.

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

“How do I look?” Jean had tried on most of her wardrobe, discarding dress after dress and looking critically in the mirror at her reflection, only to dump each ensemble in an untidy and ever growing pile of clothing on the bed. The dress she had settled on was a low cut, figure hugging, black velvet evening dress with a low-neck line and a slit to mid thigh. It was slimming, not that Jean needed it, and very flattering to her shape.

 

“You know, I think that’s it. You look fabulous Mum; it just needs some pearls or something.” Abby was also going through the same pile of clothes, but found them just a little too big for her. She had grown to the same height as her mother, but had yet to flare out into full womanhood. Her hips were too thin and her boobs, now in a training bra, still had a way to go. “I want to get my ears pierced. If we’re sharing a man, then we should share jewellery” Her mischievous grin split her face and caused Jean to laugh.

 

Even though she had laughed at Abby’s jest, Jean was not happy that she had been manoeuvred into acceptance of her daughter’s proposal. On one hand, Abby was way too young, in her opinion, to engage in sexual relations, but on a rather more fundamental level, she wanted Robert all to herself. She wasn’t happy that Abby had taken herself to the Doctor without telling her. She was furious that he had prescribed Abby birth control pills without letting her know. It might be a stupid law in this crazy politically correct world, that the patient’s rights are paramount and that, confidentiality prevented him from saying anything, but she had hoped that her relationship with the Doctor was sufficiently good enough that he might have let her know somehow. The realisation that he would have needed to examine Abby internally, without her permission or presence, appalled her, but that is English law and as a parent, you are dammed if you do and dammed if you don’t.

 

Abby was just peeling off a shimmering silver metalic party frock Jean had bought years ago to attend some function or another with her ex-husband. She looked at her developing daughter, feeling a pang as her slender body was revealed, noticing the first fluffs of hair under her arms and her budding breasts, nestling in the training bra they had bought a few weeks ago in Marks and Spencer’s.

 

“Abby…” Jean sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the dress to hit the pile of clothing, waited for Abby’s attention. “You know, I am not entirely comfortable with our agreement and think I have told you why. You are so young and should be enjoying your childhood…”

 

“I am not a child Mum. I’m not like Suzy or Claire, who are still silly and stuff.” There was a warning note in her voice that brooked no nonsense. Her two best friends were juvenile in comparison, that was true, in all things, but that was how Jean thought Abby should be and indeed, would have preferred her to be like.

 

“I know you’re not a child darling, but even so…” She shrugged, allowing her body language to complete the sentence.

 

“Look and this is how it is going to be, I don’t intend to jump into bed with Robert every chance I get. In fact, I don’t have any plans at all in the direction, but, what I am trying to agree with you is the fact that I might want to and that you agree; okay?” Abby’s own body language was letting Jean know that she meant business and there was no argument good enough to change her mind. “Now, are we going to get dressed here or what?”

 

There had been a subtle shift of power between Mother and Daughter since Jean’s vulnerability and her new condition had become apparent. The essential things were still with Jean of course, but Abby was no longer the little girl, the child of the family. Suddenly, she had adopted an equal footing in the house, a sharing of decision making and become more of a friend or co-conspirator with her mother. It meant that, providing her demands were not outlandish, her will held sway or at least, was seriously considered. She had, overnight, developed a maturity, which amazed her even.

 

Robert was expected at around seven o’clock. They had conspired to feed him with something lavish, then, let him have the news. Giggling conspirators that they were, a meal had been planned, candles and wine organised, and even a centrepiece of silk flowers had been brought down from the loft and dusted off; a memento of Jean’s wedding feast, from so long and another life ago. With everything ready, the two made final touches to their appearance and waited excitedly, for him to arrive.

 

Robert was late, as usual. Only ten minutes, but they had been a very long ten minutes to endure. Finding them both dressed as if for a funeral or something and then the laid out table waiting for him to take his place, aroused his suspicions that something was in the wind.

 

“Well you two look lovely, almost as good as the table.” He received a playful clout on his upper arm from Abby. “Is there an occasion?” He wracked his brain to see if he had forgotten a birthday or anniversary or something. Jean left Abby to see to Robert while she went to the kitchen to bring dinner in.

 

“Can’t we give our man a treat once in a while?” Abby grasped his arm in her own and led him to the head chair of the table. “Mum will be bringing the food through in a moment, so, sit and relax.” He felt a vague unease, wondering what this was really about, knowing that something was afoot, but clueless about what it could be.

 

Eventually, Jean brought steaming plates of food to the table, heated dinner plates and a chilled bottle of Chablis. The meal was portioned to plates and they chatted about inconsequential things, over the food.

 

Robert felt a bit like a rabbit trapped in the headlamps of an onrushing car, feeling the air of excitement and expectancy between them, but joined in the chitchat, offering his own opinions when they were asked for. He noticed for the first time, just how much Abby was a carbon copy of her mother, albeit a younger version and somewhat underdeveloped in comparison. They shared the same hair colouring, a kind of rich brown with auburn accents, both cut to the shoulder and laying in perfectly straight lines as if freshly combed. Hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes that didn’t need the aid of cosmetics to enhance them, clear unadorned skin and long necks. Abby was the same height now, and he noticed, had started to fill out a little more than when they had lain together seven months or so ago. He blushed at the memory and, for an uncountable time, put the memory back in the compartmentalised space in his mind called ‘not to be opened’.

 

Once the plates had been cleared away to the dishwasher, Abby and Jean came back to the table where they had insisted Robert stay; they sat, facing him like judges at the bench. He felt a thrill of trepidation, knowing that he was about to learn what this evening had been about.

 

It was Abby who opened the rather more serious conversation than the idle chat over the meal.

 

“Robert…” She squared her shoulders towards him, trapping his eyes as she did so. “We have something to tell you haven’t we Mum?” Jean nodded as Robert’s eyes escaped Abby’s for a moment.

 

“Okay…” He drew the word out and waited, thinking, this is how Damocles must have felt. His heart rate quickened; a mixture of fear, dread and anticipation all commingling at the same time. Unable to stand the suspense any longer he said, “Well?”

 

Jean looked up from her lap, found his eyes and let him have it straight off.

 

“You are going to be a father, I’m pregnant.”

 

He didn’t know what to expect, but this was several light years away from anything he had imagined. Typically of a man, knocked off his equilibrium, he reserved any emotion until he knew how she felt about the news.

 

“Oh… I err… um… how?”

 

“How do you think dummy?” Abby chimed in.

 

“No, I meant, how do you feel about it?” But neither of them was going to let him off the hook, keeping stern, emotionless faces, both directed straight at him.

 

“How do you feel about it Robert?” Asked Abby; taking the lead in the unequal conversation. “What are you going to do about it?”

 

He ignored the first question, feeling that to be too dangerous to answer right now.

 

“Do? I don’t know; it’s all a bit of a shock really.” He was floundering and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to offer an opinion on something so momentous without establishing first, how the woman felt; it is a pre-programmed response pattern in men, designed to make sure he didn’t say the wrong thing and be diametrically opposed to her feelings.

 

A glance between the two signalled a swathe of laughter and smiles. Relieved, Robert was able to let out a whoosh of air and laugh with them. He was delighted really; him a father, with the woman he loved so much; how perfect would that be? Practicalities of what this would all mean to them would come later; this moment was for celebrations. Had he thought about it, he would have realised that the two were stringing him along; all the preparations did kind of give it away.

 

They hugged, a three way group, sharing in the joy of the news.

 

“When did you find out?” Robert asked Jean.

 

“It was Abby who told me. Gawd knows how she knew, but she was right, the tester said so and my Doctor has confirmed that I am about nine weeks along.” She kissed his cheek and squeezed his shoulder delightedly.

 

“It was easy really, we cycle together and when you didn’t, well it didn’t take Einstein to work it out.”

 

They talked for some time after, getting used to the idea, but then the inevitable question came. It was Jean who asked it.

 

“What are we going to do about the future Robert? You are still at college and have to finish that, but I am the only bread winner here” Then the germ of an idea lodged. “I suppose we could sell this place and find something smaller. The money would see us through for a while. I will get maternity leave with pay, so that would be okay.”

 

“Wouldn’t your husband want half the proceeds?”

 

“Screw him.” Jean spat with something approaching vehemence. “He has done fuck all for me or Abby since he took up with his bimbo, one visit and a check for a couple of hundred quid hardly gives him any claims. Screw him. Beside, my dad gave this house to me, so he has no claim on it.”

 

“What I really meant was what are you going to do Robert? You are going to have to tell your parents some time soon. I doubt they will be too happy about it. And then, what do you want to do?”

 

“Move in with you.” Robert’s simple statement sounded, to him at least, an ideal solution. Move in with Jean and Abbey and live happily ever after. It had all the hallmarks of a perfect future. The consequences of moving in or telling his parents hadn’t figured in his thinking.

 

Jean went silent for a while, staring off into space while she collected her thoughts. Robert and Abby looked on without speaking, waiting for her to come to a conclusion. But, when she did at last speak, it was only with another question.

 

“Robert, I’m not so sure that that is such a good idea. Do you know what you would be taking on? I think you need to think about moving in. It would mean leaving the security of your home, probably leaving behind a lot of hurt and confusion. I’ve known your mother for many years and I know she will not understand, much less give her blessing. As for your father, I don’t know him so well, but I can guess he will not be happy about it at all. Then there are the neighbours. You might not care what they say, but neighbours can make life very difficult if they think they have a chance to. But, more than anything, you are young, very young, with a whole life in front of you and a lot of growing up to do. Who is to say that sometime in the future, you get bored or find someone your own age? You see, it isn’t so straight forward.” She would have carried on, trotting out reasons why he shouldn’t move in, exercising her doubts and justifying her doubts, talking herself out of the idea, but Robert held his hands up, palm out to halt her.

 

“I’ll deal with my parents, that’s my problem and I will try to get them to understand. As for neighbours, screw them, besides, who will know if we move? I can’t say what will happen in the future, no one can, but I love you now. I love Abby and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Besides, it might be you, you might meet someone and fall in love with them; how could I compete with an older, more experienced man?”

 

The arguments flowed back and forth, neither making it easy for the other where doubts and uncertainties clashed, neither with a strong enough argument to sway the others thinking. It was Abby who finally chipped in as mediator instead of the spectator she had been.

 

“Listen to you two… you sound like a bleeding married couple already. Why don’t you think about working out how it can be done instead of why it can’t?” She was of course, absolutely right; the innocence of her years cutting through the dressing of social acceptability, to get right to the heart of the problem. “Why not try it, find out,  work out the problems as they come up.”

 

Like a punch drunk fighter, Jean retired to the kitchen to make some coffee, gain some space and think in peace, leaving Abby and Robert to the spoils of a minor victory. Could it work between them? Exactly how did she feel about Robert? What would the future hold? Could she rely on him? So many questions buzzing around in her mind; the sanctuary of making coffee would give her a chance to mull over all of her doubts.

 

“That isn’t the only news we had for you Robert.” Abby took advantage of the lull in the ebb and flow of argument and decided that, if it might tip the balance, her own news might do the trick. “Mum and I have talked and agreed that you and I could… well, if you and I… um… you can have me too; we could share you.

 

Robert was too stunned to say anything. His already burgeoned mind just couldn’t take this last revelation in and process it.

 

“I thought that, well that you and I could, once in a while, do what we did last year. I really want to do that again, but there’s no hurry.”

 

“Abby, I don’t know what to say. I need to think.” It might have been taken as a rejection, but then, he gave her a cuddle as he rose to follow Jean into the kitchen; his own mind roiling in a confusion of thoughts and solutions, but not actually settling one thing or, anything concrete.

 

“Jean.” He quietly said as he approached her back. “I’m going to go home and tell my parents the news.”

 

“Okay.” Her jangled emotions rationalised that he was running away, just as she expected him to do. That thought brought a sudden sob and then the opening of flood gates as the emotion overwhelmed her and spilled over. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked her slim frame.

 

Robert grasped her, spinning her around to face him, then smothered her in the embrace of his arms while she let out all of the confusion and trepidation in a tide of tears. He allowed her to let it out, just holding her, saying nothing until her sobs abated.

 

“Jean, I love you.” A simple statement and meant with all his heart and one to make her howl in anguish, expecting a ‘but’ to follow, her vision of the future a mess of jumbled thoughts. “I love you and can’t wait for us to be together.”

 

She eventually calmed, bolstered by his words and a glimmer of hope and accepted that he did need to go home and sort things out with his parents. He left her with a lingering kiss and a longing look as the door closed.

 

Jean and Abby talked for a little while longer until the emotions of the evening took there toll on Jean. She took a Nytol and went to bed.

 

A distraught Robert softly knocked on the front window a couple of hours later. His parents hadn’t taken the news of their impending grandparenthood well at all. Calling Jean names that he had to defend until he slammed the door of the front room to reach the sanctuary of his room and shut out the diatribe he was hearing, but that sanctuary was denied him when his father, in a blind rage, kicked the door in to continue the row. For the first time in his life, his father hit Robert, a full punch that split his eyebrow. In a final family act; Robert struck back, returning the punch and opening a divide that could not be bridged again between them.

 

Abby let him in and fussed over the wound, bathing it with an antiseptic that made him wince, his head in her lap. Then, when she had tended to the wound, she kissed him full on the lips. Wordlessly, she got up from the settee, took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She had filled out a little in the seven months or so since they had last been together. Her hips, though still narrow, were taking on the form of a woman. Her pubic hair had darkened and coarsened now from the down that had been there before, but was still only a patch. Her breasts formed small bumps, but rather much more pronounced now with darker aureoles surrounding her little nipples, hinting that she would develop a fine pair in the not too far distant future.

 

Neither of them spoke as she undressed him while he stood immobile at the foot of her bed. Her small hand grasped his flaccid cock, stirring life into it. She knelt and suckled on him, bringing forth a gasp as her hot mouth enveloped him.

 

As if coming to his senses, Robert began to ask about Jean, but was silenced with a finger against his lips as she stood and then, when they had lain on top of the bed, covered his mouth with her cunt, kneeling over his head and rubbing her clit against his nose while he lapped at her labia.

 

His climax fast approaching some time later, Robert was about to pull out of her, not wanting two pregnancies, but Abby had other ideas and let him know that she was protected. Her reward was a his seed, planted deep into her, spurt after hot spurt, until he collapsed, exhausted as much from the effort of coming as the emotional rollercoaster he had been on over the last few hours.

 

He rolled off of her and was asleep with in seconds. Abby’s fingers found her leaking snatch, rubbing his come over her budding clit and fucking her fingers into her until his spend was all gone. Then she slept as well, her back coiled into him in sated sleep.

 

 

Epilogue.

 

Jake was born seven months later, a healthy son to them and so welcomed and loved.

 

Jean had sold the house, getting rather more than she had expected. It raised just over three hundred and sixty thousand pounds. They could afford to buy a smaller three bedroom maisonette, nearer to town and still have just less than two hundred left after taxes and stamp duty.

 

Robert’s mother allowed him to return to collect his belongings and tried to mediate, but the rift between him and his father was too wide to be repaired. Secretly, she was delighted to have a grandson and visited on odd occasions, bringing gifts and some money she had saved in a secret account her mother had advised her to do, just in case.

 

Robert completed college, eventually starting his own business that, although not flourishing in its return, was good enough to keep them afloat.

 

Abby grew into a beautiful young woman, venturing on holiday to Spain with her friends when they reached eighteen. Got through college with a degree and started working as a personal assistant. She went through several disastrous love affairs, always returning to the family home when hurt; always seeking the comfort of Robert’s love and sex when the world conspired against her and the solace of her family.

 

Jake grew into a well balanced young man, making his way through university, but always maintaining a self assurance and independence that excluded everyone including his family. He loved them, but in his own way.

 

Jean and Robert lived, very much in love until; she was killed in a road traffic accident. Neither Robert nor Abby ever quite got over the shock, or quite filled the void left by her, but, as if waiting for the moment, Abby filled Jean’s shoes almost immediately. They lived together, in memory of Jean and a beginning that started so long ago.

 

Author’s note:

 

I am still of the opinion that child sex is totally wrong, but agree with one reader that, although not socially acceptable in these days of elongated teaching and adolescence, was perfectly acceptable, even as recently as the early nineteen hundreds in the UK and is still acceptable in some parts of Africa to this day. I also agree with his comment that we have not changed in our physical being; it is only the psychology of modern times that has altered.

 

I could have put a lot more sex into this story, made it more of a stroke event, but that might have detracted from the storyline. Given my own reserve, it would have spoiled what has been an enjoyable episode for me. It could have been drawn out much more, but again, I had reached a natural conclusion and had nothing more to say in the lives of these people who had found that most rare of commodities; love.

 

I sincerely hope that you, the reader, enjoy this story and forgive me the typos, spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I promise that I have read it through, more than once, so most of them have been taken out, but no one is perfect.

 

Thank you for reading this.

She looked at it, puzzled. "It's the right time." She insisted. Then, she reached over and gently bit my ear as she realized what I was saying. Ah, so there was a difference between Cindi and Katie. Cindi would never have gotten that joke. After a little more hugging, she steered me over to the chair to sit down. She looked at me for a second, head tilted sideways slightly (I love it when they do that), then started to rub my shoulders. Sometimes there are advantages to having girls that can sense emotions. She made my back feel better. I didn't really care if it did or not, as long as she kept kissing my neck and kept those cute little hands on me. Then she slipped onto my lap and kissed me. That was good, too. She whispered in my ear how she would like to make something else feel good, too, but Amy would probably feel that emotion. Then she served and fed me breakfast.

By the time Amy stumbled in, I was eating my own breakfast; Katie was hungry and was eating her own instead of feeding me. Amy walked in, took one look at Katie, looked at me with a surprised but pleased look on her face, and then mouthed "thank you!" to me and went over to get her own breakfast. She sat down to eat, and Katie and she proceeded to have one of those teenage conversations where I wasn't even sure what language they were speaking, much less understand any of it. I could've bought a Porsche for what I spent sending them to school just so they could talk like that! Well, not really, but you get my point. After Katie left to get ready for school, Amy looked closely at me.

"Thank you, Daddy, for whatever you did last night to cheer up Katie. I can't stand to see her unhappy. I don't know how you do it; you always were able to do the same thing with Cindi." Brief jolt of sadness for both of us at the mention of Cindi.

"Well, Amy, if you got sad once in a while I could show you," I teased. Then I turned serious. "Of course, the one time you did I was a miserable failure."

"Daddy! That's not true. You were a big reason why I came back. We just needed a little help."

"Your Mom will be in town tomorrow," I reminded Amy. Katie walked back into the room as I said it.

"Really?" Katie asked.

"Yeah. It's their birthday. Nice hint, Dad." Amy the smart aleck. We told Katie about the whole weekend of festivities we usually had planned. She was excited. They never did anything fun like that in her family.

After dropping the girls off at school, I decided to see a lawyer friend of mine. I told him about Katie's situation, and asked him about adopting her. He said I would need a signed statement from her current "mother" releasing her. I thought that would be easy, even if I had to bribe her. He said statements from the real parents might or might not be necessary depending on the language of the judgment of the court. He would research that, and get back to me. In any case, unless someone fought it, it should be able to be done quickly, since she was already living with us. I told him to let me know if there were any problems and I would take care of it.

I checked in with Chief Haskin to see if there was any progress with the accident investigation, but he wasn't in. I told his secretary I would check back in later, and headed for work. I checked in with the Director of Microbiology about Amy's bug. He told me they had made some substantial progress, but he couldn't tell me anything yet. He'd let me know when he had something. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I had the feeling he knew more than he was saying and that he wasn't happy with what he knew.

After work, I stopped by a jewelry store to pick up Victoria's birthday present. I had put it on layaway a few weeks ago when I saw her admiring it. I'm sure I wouldn't surprise her, but she would enjoy it anyway. When I got home, Amy and Katie had supper ready again. I could get used to this.

After supper, Amy came down to talk to me. Must be serious, I thought, the 'twins' were not together.

"Dad," she started. Yep. Dad. Serious. "Can I ask you a question?" Really serious. She didn't sit down or cuddle.

"No, Amy, you are not allowed to ever talk to me again. Of course you can ask me a question."

"Well, it's just that I know you aren't going to answer it, so I don't know why I am bothering... Dad, do you have someone following us?"

Damn! Certifiable genius. I never expected her to notice that, though. Those guys are good.

"Why would I have anyone following you, honey?"

She rolled her eyes, gave me an 'Amy' look, and stamped her foot in frustration.

"Look, Dad, I know I'm just a kid, so I don't really expect you to tell me things that you haven't even told Mom about what you really do for a living, but don't treat me like an idiot, ok? I want to know if this is something I should be worried about, or if there is something I should know about. I guess I could just take him out next time I see him and ask him myself. You know I can do that.

Damn it. Why does she have to be so damn smart all the time? Why not just when I'm ready for it and think it is cute?

"Ok, Amy. I won't treat you like the idiot you are acting like. What did he look like, and how did he act?" She described him and his actions to me. Nothing to worry about; one of mine. Except a 13 year old girl had just made one of the best shadowers I had ever met. Maybe I should hire her!

"Don't worry about it, Amy. He's one of the good guys. Just a little added protection I arranged for my family."

"And your family would need added protection why?" Great. She wasn't going to let this go. I guess I was going to have to piss her off.

"Let me worry about that, ok sweetie? You just concentrate on being a teenager that doesn't irritate her parents too much. Ok?" That should just about do it.

She gave me another 'Amy' look.

"Strange, how someone who works in a hospital can arrange protection like that." She stomped off.

Well! That was fun. Wonder how long she would be mad at me about that?

I had trouble sleeping again that night, so I went down to the basement to watch TV again. Maybe the excitement about the upcoming weekend; I really did enjoy these times together. Maybe an uncomfortable feeling I had that I was not going to like the results of the investigations that were running. Maybe I was just secretly hoping Katie would come find me. Whatever the reason, I finally dozed off, only to wake up with Katie sitting on my lap kissing me.

"Hey, sleepy head. Couldn't stay awake waiting for me? If you are really tired, I can leave you alone tonight."

I put my arms around her and held her so she could not get away.

"You are not going anywhere, Little One. Now, what was this you were going to show me this morning that Amy would have picked up on?"

She grinned, giggled, and slowly took her clothes off. Not that she had a lot on anyway. The universal uniform, panties and a tee shirt. Then she just as slowly took my clothes off. I love it when she undresses me. Then she swallowed my cock all the way, and gave me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. The things she does with her tongue, lips, hands and teeth had me filling her mouth within minutes. Then she sat down on me, taking me inside her before I could get soft, and proceeded to bring herself to an orgasm as I watched. I just love to watch her tremble and shake all over, with her head buried in my neck, kissing me and trying to keep from screaming her brains out.

We cuddled for a while, and then she started to cry. I instinctively knew this was not the usual happy cry. Something was wrong.

"What is it, pretty lady? Talk to me."

"You are going to hate me so much. I seduced you and started this whole thing and now I have to stop it. I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"Sweetheart, this has always been up to you, whenever you need it. We can stop whenever you feel the need to. But why do you have to stop it?"

"I don't want to! I love you so much, and you make me feel so good I cannot believe it. You and Victoria have been so nice to me, giving me a place to stay, and even talking about adopting me. And I repay Victoria for all her kindness by seducing her husband behind her back. The kids at school are right — I am just a slut." She sobbed brokenly against my chest.

This was going to be fun. I love problems this easy to solve. I lifted her head up, looked into her eyes, and wiped her tears away, kissing her gently.

"Katie... look at me. You are not a slut. Sluts sleep with multiple guys at once. You are not two-timing me are you? And you said you were seducing me behind Victoria's back. Would it help it I told her about it?" I teased, trying to get her to laugh.

She smiled shyly. "Well, I'm not sleeping with or making out with anyone else. I am dating someone, though." She looked at me nervously. "Is that ok?" Then what I said dawned on her. "No! Please don't tell Victoria! She would hate me! Not to mention she'd probably kill me and kick me out of the house!" She looked frantic. She did not seem to see the humor of being killed and then kicked out of the house.

"Of course it is ok. You should be dating boys your own age. Katie, you know I love Victoria very much. You said I was a nice, sweet guy. Did you ever wonder why I gave in to you so easily? Why I did these same things with Cindi?

"Well... because I seduced you and you couldn't resist, because I remind you of Cindi? Because you felt sorry for both of us? Because you get lonely and... you know... when Victoria is gone so much? I don't know."

I laughed. "You certainly are very pretty and sexy, Little One, and you would be hard to resist, but I think I could have managed it if I had wanted to." She blushed prettily. "The truth is, Katie, Cindi did seduce me the first time, but Victoria knew about it by the second time we made love. She approved of it, because of the good effects it was having on Cindi's recovery. She also told me in so many words that I was a fool and she would kick my butt if I did not make love to you. She has given me permission to be with you anytime she is out of town. Not only given permission, but strongly encouraged it."

"WHAT?!? Why would she do that? Why would she share someone like you with someone like me?" Katie looked stunned.

"Because she loves you. She knows I love you. She knows how much I miss Cindi and how much you remind me of her. She knows how hurt you have been, sexually and emotionally, and she knows I can help with that as I did with Cindi. Because we are grateful to you for saving Amy's life. We discussed things we could do for you in appreciation. She knew you were in love with me and the thing you wanted most in life was to make love to me. Was she right?" She blushed and looked down when I said that.

"Yes," she whispered shyly. "But, I would never try to take you away or make this a permanent arrangement or anything like that! I just want to enjoy you when I can."

"She knows that, Katie. No offence, pretty girl, but you could never take me away from Victoria. No one could. This is not meant to be permanent. You will someday fall in love with a wonderful man and you will not need this anymore. Until then, I am here anytime you need me. As long as Victoria is not in town. As long as you follow certain guidelines. Do not get pregnant. Do not bring diseases home from other guys. Do not tell anyone."

"I would never tell anyone! Those other things would all involve having sex with someone else, and I am just not interested in that. So, you really mean it is ok? She doesn't mind?"

"Yes. Now, shut up and make me happy, Little One!" I teased her.

Suddenly, I had 90 lbs of wiggly, squirmy Katie all over me, kissing, hugging, and sucking everything she could find to get her mouth on. Then she decided she wanted to do something special for me. First, she pretended she was Cindi. That was sad but nice also. Then she pretended she was Amy, giving herself to me for the first time. How hot was that?!? I do not even want to think about that anymore! By the time she left to go back to bed, I was exhausted. I was going to have to get some sleep one of these nights. It was not going to be tomorrow night, though, because Victoria was coming home. I told the girls they could sleep over at Rebecca's house if they wanted, but strangely, they both said no, they would just suffer through it. Giggle, giggle.

When I got home from work that evening and walked into the kitchen, I was greeted with the prettiest sight I could ever want to see. Victoria, Amy and Katie were all working together, cooking dinner. I just stood there and watched, and listened, before they knew I was there. Victoria was the essence of loveliness; at 37, she still looked no more than 25. Amy, looking so much like her, looked older than her 13, maybe 16. For some reason, I doubt it was accidental, they were wearing almost the same outfit. Finally, Katie, looking so different, yet so much like Cindi it took my breath away. The others looked happy, but Katie positively glowed. She was happier than I had ever seen her. I knew Victoria would be talking to me tonight! They were all mine for the whole weekend. Tonight was staying at home night. Tomorrow evening was dinner at Victoria's parents' house. Sunday was the birthday celebration at our house, with just us four.

As we were relaxing after dinner, teasing each other and just generally having a wonderful time, Victoria and I decided it was time to talk to them about Katie's future.

"Amy, Katie," Victoria said, "Your Dad and I have talked about it, and considering Katie's situation at home, we decided we would like to start proceedings to adopt Katie. Your Dad has looked into it and it should not be hard to do, and hopefully would not take that long. What do you girls think about that?"

Of course, Katie was excited. I had warned her not to let on that I had already mentioned it to her. Amy had a strange look on her face, one I could not read. Victoria noticed it too, and looked at me questioningly, but I did not know what was going on.

"Sure. That would be great," Amy said, then burst into tears, ran into her room, and closed the door. Victoria and I looked at each other in shock. We never would have even dreamed that Amy would have a problem with this. Katie started crying and looked devastated. I told Victoria I would talk to Amy and headed for her room. I knocked on the door.

"Amy. It's Daddy. Can I come in, sweetie?"

I heard a very tiny "yes". Amy was lying on her bed, sobbing her heart out. I have never been able to handle females crying. It just tears me up inside. Amy crying has always been particularly upsetting to me, maybe because she does it so seldom. This was several times in the last two months. Poor little thing. I sat down next to her on the bed, took her head and lay it in my lap, and just held her, stroking her hair. Finally, she calmed down a little.

"Want to tell me about it? A very upset little girl out there does not know why you do not want her to be your sister. Honey, how did we screw up? I honestly thought you would be happy about it; we wanted to surprise you. You and Katie seem to be so close..." I was thoroughly confused and upset that I had caused all this commotion. I could just imagine how Katie must feel.

Amy looked at me with big, sad eyes. What had I missed? I felt like I should know why she was crying. I braced myself for the chewing out I was going to get. Amy is not the most forgiving or diplomatic person when she is upset. Usually you did not have to guess what the problem was.

"God, Daddy, I am such a brat! Poor Katie, she must feel just awful. I really am happy for her, and I really think it is a great idea. I would love to have Katie as a sister. It just seems like... we are just forgetting about Cindi. I am so happy around Katie and it just feels like I should be missing Cindi and not being happy. When I heard we were going to adopt Katie, it just seemed we would not even need or remember Cindi anymore. I'm so sorry, I'm so silly, and now I've made a scene and Mom and Katie both probably hate me; Katie's so upset; I can feel how upset she is in my mind. And you have to listen to all this nonsense from me and I'm ruining your birthday weekend... Daddy, is this what they call a relapse? Am I having a relapse? I don't want to go back to the way I was before. Please help me, Daddy!" she cried as she started sobbing again.

I didn't know what to do. This was such a little thing, but it was so big to her.

"Honey, we don't have to adopt Katie right now. We don't have to adopt her at all. It was just an idea to help her. However, we can take our time and let you get used to it. She can still stay here just like she has been."

"No! I really don't mind. It's so important to her. She needs to belong to a family. I'm the idiot here, not her for wanting a family. I just need to calm down here for a while, and then go back out there and see if I can repair the damage I have just done. I hope it can be repaired. Tell them I'm ok and I'll be out in a little while."

"Amy, they love you. They will understand. Don't be so hard on yourself. I'll tell them."

I went back out to a sobbing, red, puffy eyed, almost hysterical Katie, with Victoria futilely trying to comfort her. I walked over, picked up Katie, and sat down on the couch with her in my lap. She buried her head in my chest and sobbed. Victoria looked lost, not knowing what to do. I smiled at her and told her it would be ok.

I finally got Katie to calm down. I sat her down between Victoria and me, so I could talk to them both.

"Katie, Amy thinks you hate her now."

"I don't hate her! I love her. I thought she hated me. I can find somewhere else to live. I don't want her to think I am pushing her out of her family. I can go somewhere else. I don't want to hurt her!"

"She doesn't want you to leave. She thinks it is wonderful that you would be her sister. She was just taken by surprise. She just thought we were all forgetting about Cindi." I cringed at the look of horror on Victoria's face. "She understands now how impossible that is. She's afraid she's having a relapse and she doesn't want to go back to how she was. We have to be gentle with her; she's a very hurt little girl. Just because she's been acting normal the last two weeks we tend to think everything is ok. Even though you have helped a lot, Katie, she still misses Cindi sometimes."

Amy finally came out of her room. She apologized to everyone, then took Katie by the hand and led her into her room, and closed the door. They came back out an hour later, laughing and joking and giggling as if nothing had ever happened. Teenagers! So resilient.

Later, when it was time to go to bed, I asked Amy if she needed to sleep with us tonight. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

"I don't think so! I would like to get some sleep! Besides, you might not be able to tell Mommy and me apart in the dark! Hmmm, on second thought..." Victoria swatted her on the butt for that. Both Katie and Amy hugged Victoria goodnight together, each whispering in an ear. Victoria blushed?!? I have to hear what they said!

Neither one of us bothered to wear any clothes to bed. We were both too excited for such unnecessary frills. Victoria was in a playful mood, however, as she proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs in history. She kept bringing me right to the point of climaxing, then backing off and letting me calm down. I had a flashback of the first time Cindi had done that to me. Now I realized where she had gotten the idea. The little imp had been watching us! I looked over at the doorway and sure enough, two little wide-eyed faces were showing through the partially open door! They looked guilty and started to dive under cover until they heard me laugh. I smiled and mouthed "I love you!" to them as they watched. They mouthed it back as Victoria stopped long enough to ask me why I laughed. I told her it was because I loved her and she made me so happy. That was true. When she lowered herself down on me, taking me inside her, I understood why she had taken me so far with the blowjob. She was so wet! She exploded with her first orgasm as soon as I was inside her. Just in the short time it took me to peak, she had another orgasm. This was going to be a fun night! The two little faces looked stunned.

Later, as we were resting together, she looked at me and grinned. I knew that grin; I was in trouble.

"So," she whispered sexily, "how was Katie?" I looked to make sure our little voyeurs were no longer present.

"I thought she was fine tonight," I answered, deliberately misunderstanding her. "Once I explained why Amy... OW! What was that for?" I exclaimed, feigning hurt feelings after she punched me. I did not have to pretend it hurt physically.

"You know what I am talking about, smart aleck. How WAS she?"

"How do you know I did anything yet? I just said I would think about it."

"Are you kidding me? She was positively glowing tonight. Either you did, or she has been taken over by aliens." This was a fun game, but I decided I did not want to risk another punch, so I told her what she wanted to know.

"She was sweet, wonderful, very talented, not as good as you, but very enjoyable. She has also been very badly hurt, as you suspected." I told her the story Katie had told me. Katie had given me permission to tell Victoria. She had tears in her eyes, just as I did, when I first heard it. "Patrick John Phillips, you better tell me you made love to that poor girl after that story, or I'm going to beat you!"

"No, but I let her seduce me. Afterwards, she had a panic attack, thinking she was betraying you. I had to tell her that you knew." I heard Victoria laugh at that. I answered her unspoken question. "Yeah, she was freaked out, but once I convinced her it was true, she was happy." I told her all about that night. She insisted on the details.

"You make sure you keep that girl happy when I'm gone. She is way too precious to lose." Victoria ordered. Yes, ma'am!

"Since I told you about her, does that mean I can tell them all about our sex life?' I teased.

"What? You mean the stuff they didn't see tonight peeking through the door?" She giggled.

"You knew about that?" I asked, shocked.

"Hell, Cindi and Amy have been doing that for years. I figured with me gone so much, it was better than relying on you to give them the sex education talk!" This time I swatted her.

"Well, I did give them the talk." I told her about the experience with all the girls and the strip poker and sex talk. She was laughing hysterically by the time I was done.

"Damn! I'm going to have to watch it or I'm going to be sharing you with all those girls!" She didn't sound too distressed at the idea.

"Right. Just what they want. An old man and their friend's father to boot. They're not all like Katie, you know."

"Are you kidding? All of those girls would take you in a minute. Maybe at the same time, for all I know. Even the ones like Elizabeth and Emily who haven't the foggiest idea what sex is are hot for you, willing to learn." Great. I did not need to hear that! There is one good way to shut Victoria up. Well, from speaking, that is. She didn't say any coherent words for quite a while after that.

The next morning, we all had breakfast together. Amy and Katie looked tired, but then it was before noon. I asked them if they slept well last night.

"No," Amy complained. "Someone was torturing small animals all night long." Katie leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Oh! That was Mom and Dad? Who would have known? However, I think they deserve some recognition for their stamina, if nothing else." Smart-ass comedians. They both stood up and clapped long and loud. Both Victoria and I were blushing furiously. They finally got us good. Katie leaned over and whispered in a loud stage voice.

"I have some experience in these matters. They are really not very good. Your Dad climaxes way too soon and obviously does not care a wit about his partner's enjoyment. And your Mom shows an amazing lack of flexibility, inventiveness and interest. She just lays there like a bump on a log." She giggled and ducked as I threw a biscuit at her. Amy reached out nonchalantly and caught it without even looking. She caught me looking at her in surprise and she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Then Katie cringed in mock fear as I gave her a 'see if you get any more of my not very good technique' look. All of us were red now at Katie's crude remarks. I wondered how many other sides this girl has to her that we had not even seen yet.

The girls, including Victoria, decided they wanted to go shopping, so I decided to go with them for a change. I usually get bored very fast with shopping. They figured out that if they tried on sexy bathing suits occasionally, that would keep me attentive. Boy, did it! Then they had to try on panties and bras and they had to have my opinion on those. I told them I could not really tell unless I could see them as they were taken off, or took them off myself. Katie said "ok" and giggled, Amy turned red and got tongue tied, Victoria whispered "later". We had a fun time all day. They even let me look at some electronic stores. They rolled their eyes, but they smiled patiently while I played. Mainly because Victoria looked with me, since she is an electronics geek also. It also gave us a chance to neck and embarrass the girls.

We got home mid afternoon. The girls decided what they were going to wear to the dinner that night. Then we all decided to take a nap, since we would probably be up late. Of course, we all piled into the same bed to nap. I didn't actually sleep; I just watched three very beautiful females as they slept. I love to watch them sleep. When I got bored with that, I would tickle Amy or Katie's ear and watch them swat at it in their sleep. I tickled Victoria in another, more fun place. After the third time, I found out she wasn't as asleep as I thought; she whispered that if I kept that up, she was going to have to kick the girls out of the room. I suggested we go into Amy's room. One of these days when I really want to gross Amy out, I will have to tell her we made love in her bed!

Dinner that night was interesting. Victoria's parents are nice people. They adopted her when she was 16 years old. She had been living in foster homes from the time she was two years old until they adopted her. She was just elated when she finally found a permanent family. I understood exactly what she went through, as I had gone through a similar situation. She does not talk about it much, but I think she had a much tougher time of it than I did. As Amy said once, something happened that made her so frantic to protect her babies at all costs. I suspect there are things about her early teen years that we did not know and that she would love to forget.

I usually can't resist, when we get together with her parents, to take the opportunity to find out things about her past. This time I was checking up on something she told me after the incident at the fair. I was talking to her Father in the study, alone.

"By the way, I wanted to thank you for the self-defense courses that you let Victoria take when she was young. They have really helped out with teaching the girls some things they need to know." By now, I pretty much figured the response I was going to get.

"Well, I wish we could take credit for that, but we never had her in any such classes that I know of. Maybe it was before we adopted her. She always was pretty graceful, though." He proceeded to tell me several stories from her mid teens. I love to hear those stories. He got a brilliant idea just as the others came into the room.

"Would you like to see all her pictures in the family album? We found it the other day when we cleaning up." He pulled it out of a drawer.

"Dad... Patrick and the girls don't want to see all that old stuff." Victoria protested.

"Yes we do!" we all yelled in unison. Wow! It had been a long time since I had received a dirty look like that from Victoria. I try to avoid getting that look. I am scared of her, but Amy's not. She laughed at her. We spent quite some time looking at the pictures. It was remarkable how much she and Amy looked alike when Victoria was 13. You could literally mistake one for the other. Then he pulled out the real special picture.

"This is one we just found the other day. I hope this does not upset you, Victoria. This is the only picture we have of her from her original family. It shows her Mom, Dad, and brother with her when she was about two years old. Isn't she cute?" Unfortunately, there was no response, because it was at exactly that moment that Katie and I both had an attack of the clumsies and we both dropped our glasses on the floor, shattering them in a hundred pieces. After much apologies and helping to clean up the mess, the album was forgotten, to Victoria's relief.

Katie and I managed not to make any more messes the rest of the night. I noticed Amy giving us some curious looks periodically. I knew she was reading my emotions and I was upset about something. I was trying not to show it until I could check out something at home. Something was bothering Katie too; I did not need emotional reading ability to see that she could not sit still. I knew that nosey little Amy was not going to let the evening pass without bugging me about it. Sure enough, a few minutes later I felt her sidle up close to me.

"So... mister sure fingers, I don't think I have ever seen you drop a wine glass before. Waste of good wine. You seem somewhat upset. Want to talk about it?" She smiled at me so sweetly. Amy really is a sweetheart — she loves to help people. We have always been open with each other and pleasant to each other when we overstep the boundaries of privacy. I am sure knowing that made my answer even more confusing to her.

"No, Amy, I don't want to talk about it. If I wanted to talk about it with you, I would have come to you. Why don't you go bother your mother for a while?" I snapped at her, turned around and walked away. I don't know why I snapped at her like that. Something was bothering me, some feeling of doom or distress, and I was distracted. I would never have talked to Amy that way otherwise. When I looked at her later, she did not look like her feelings were hurt; she was just looking at me with a sad and worried look on her face. I need not have worried about hurting her feelings; Amy had a cause now. Daddy was upset about something, so she made it a point to stay as close to me as she could, touching me and holding my arm any chance she got. I wasn't so distracted that I didn't appreciate it. Just do not bug me about my emotions when I did not have them sorted out myself. I was trying desperately to figure out what it was that was bothering me. Something about Victoria's childhood just was not right. I could not put my finger on what it was that I saw or heard that was out of place, but whatever it was, it had triggered either some unpleasant memories or deep-seated concerns. Whatever it was, it was worrying me and I was scared since somehow I knew it involved Victoria.

The rest of the evening was pleasant enough, although I must admit I didn't remember much of it. Amy stuck to me all night like glue. It wasn't unpleasant, as she really is a very pleasant and very pretty young lady, and she did not bug me anymore about talking to her. Katie still seemed antsy about something, but it did not seem critical. Otherwise, everyone had a good time. The ride home was quiet. I really didn't feel like talking, and Victoria noticed that. Amy and Katie dozed in the backseat. As we prepared for bed, Amy gave me a big, close, special hug and kiss, and then looked at me with those marvelous eyes of hers, full of concern and worry. She laid her cheek against mine, her mouth to my ear.

"I love you, Daddy, so very much. No matter what, I love you. Remember that. No matter what," she whispered. Then she went to bed. Katie gave me a somewhat distracted hug, and headed for bed also. When Victoria and I went to bed, she just quietly held me close, letting me feel the love she had for me. She could sense something was wrong. She could also sense I couldn't talk about it yet. For the first time since as far back as I could remember, we didn't make love. Somehow she knew I couldn't. She knew I just needed her close. We held each other close all night long. Sometime during the night, Amy came in, and when I awoke the next morning, she was cuddled close to the other side of me. That was about the only joy I was to experience that day.

I was even worse after we got up Sunday. After I got out of bed with Victoria and Amy, I wandered around the house like a lost puppy. I just couldn't snap myself out of it. I yelled at Amy again. She just smiled sweetly at me and told me she loved me. Later that afternoon I yelled at Katie when she wanted to talk to me and she ran out of the room in tears. A few minutes later, Victoria came into the room. She took me by the hand and led me into our bedroom, and closed the door. She looked unhappy.

"Ok, you have yelled at Amy twice now. Katie is in tears, because her Daddy doesn't love her anymore. It is my turn now. Yell at me, get it over with, and then maybe you can tell me what this is all about." She looked really worried.

"I don't know what is wrong. If I knew, I would tell you. I just have this dreadful feeling that something is terribly wrong, that disaster is about to strike me. I wish I knew. I can't believe I yelled at Katie. And Amy. Please tell them I love them. I'm too ashamed to face them."

"I have an idea," Victoria said brightly, trying to cheer me up. "Let's exchange presents now instead of this evening." She called out to the girls, then took me by the hand and led me out to the living room.

I insisted that we give Victoria her presents first. I did not feel that I deserved any, the way I was acting. Suddenly, I understood how Amy was feeling after Cindi died. How she was acting out, knew she was doing it, felt awful about it, but just couldn't help herself.

I gave Victoria a bracelet she had wanted and that I loved too. It was a pearl string, with delicate gold chains on either side. It was beautiful. She was ecstatic. The girls got her things she was just as excited about. I don't even remember what they were. I was happier, laughing and having a good time. The darkness had receded for a while at least. Victoria gave me a new watch. Amy got me sweet little things that I would treasure later, but didn't remember what it was at the time. Even Katie got me something. Then, Amy said she had one more special present. As she went to get it, the phone rang. She answered it, and then came back to me.

"It's for you, Daddy."

"Tell them to call back later," Victoria snapped. It seemed my lousy mood of before was rubbing off.

"He said it was important. He needs to talk to Dad immediately." Amy sounded concerned.

I took the call in the office. I knew who it was before I even answered the phone.

"Patrick, it is John Haskin. Happy birthday to you and Victoria."

"Thank you, John. We appreciate the good wishes. But that is not why you called, is it?"

He sighed. "I'm afraid not. Patrick, I looked over all the information on Cindi's accident. I'm afraid we missed something very important in the original investigation. The truck driver was dead before the collision. He had a bullet wound in the head. Someone else steered that truck and set the fire before escaping out the passenger door. I'm afraid it was no accident."

"You're telling me Cindi was murdered?" I whispered. "How did you miss this on the original investigation?" Oh God, Cindi, forgive me for not protecting you!

"I'm afraid so. I don't know how it was missed. Parts of the autopsy report were inexplicitly left out of the police report. We're investigating that." What he didn't say was more important than what he said. "I'm also afraid I have some more bad news for you."

"What could you tell me worse than this?" I asked, my voice breaking. What could be worse than killing my little girl? I found out; trying to kill my other little girl.

"The Director of the Microbiology Laboratory at the hospital just called me. He hasn't been able to reach you. He has asked me to initiate an attempted murder investigation for Amy's illness. It seems the virus she was infected with was an engineered virus, the kind developed by Biological Warfare Laboratories. He says there is no way she could have been infected accidentally, especially since she was the only one infected. She was very lucky; that virus has a near 100% fatality rate, with the few survivors succumbing to a relapse within a week."

Suddenly I was calmer. I thought I knew what I had been dreading.

"We will be investigating both of these crimes. I assure you we will find those responsible and bring them to justice.

"Pull your people out, John. I will take care of this one," I whispered.

"Patrick... we have discussed this before. I have seen how you work in this type of situation before. I will not have the streets of my city filled with dead bodies. You and Victoria are dear friends, but I cannot let you do this."

"You can't stop it, John. It's going to happen whether I want it to or not. Get your people clear. I don't want any of them on my conscience." I hung up the phone.

I sat there, berating myself. I had failed Cindi. She had died because I didn't protect her. I had suspected what Victoria really did after San Francisco. I had known for sure after I had met Robert, after the incident at the Fair. I had stopped digging after that meeting because I had recognized Robert. He didn't know me, but I knew of him. Still, I had trusted them to protect my girls, instead of doing it myself. They had failed; I had failed. But for Cindi's strange powers, Amy would be dead too. Cindi saved Amy, I killed Cindi. How could I tell Victoria that her baby had been murdered? What would happen if — when — she found out that I had the ability to protect her babies and had failed not once, but twice? How could she continue to love me, live with me after that? How could Amy stand to look at me, her Dad, who had let her twin be killed, had put her through all her suffering? These thoughts continued to swirl and build in my head as I outwardly calmed myself to go out to face my family, for probably the last birthday I would ever spend with them.

I actually appeared calm and happy when I rejoined the family. I told Victoria the call was nothing important. Amy and Katie were not fooled. They could read my emotions, could see the intense turmoil in my mind. They had an almost scared look on their faces. Amy said she had one more special present for me. She handed me a four-inch cube box.

"This was Cindi's present for you, Daddy," she said almost fearfully. I opened it slowly. Inside was a crystal sphere. Inside the sphere were tendrils of bright green and bright blue, the colors of Amy and Cindi's eyes. Etched in the glass was an inscription. It said, "Love me. Trust me." Suddenly, images flooded my mind, showing me what had happened in that hospital room. I remembered it all. Suddenly, I couldn't take anymore. I got up from the chair and walked out to the patio, to gaze out over the landscape. Amy, Katie and Victoria watched me go with surprised looks on their faces. I heard Amy whisper.

"Mommy! He is not ok!" She said fearfully.

Just when I thought things could not possibly get worse, I suddenly realized what was not right with Victoria's childhood. I remembered a picture in an envelope in my bottom desk drawer, underneath all the papers. A picture I had only looked at once and nobody else had ever seen. I walked back into my office, and took out the envelope, removing the picture. The only picture I had of my original family. A picture of a Mom, Dad, and a little girl and a little boy. I turned it over and saw an inscription on the back, an inscription I had never seen before, with a date on it. It said:

"Mom, Dad and the two year old twins... Patrick and Victoria." It was exactly the same picture I had seen at Victoria's parents' house last night. With shaking hands, I put the picture back where I found it.

I felt the darkness closing in. I knew this meant I had lost Victoria forever. How could she stay married to me once she saw this picture? I could not hide it from her. How could any of them want to be around the one who had failed to protect Cindi, had failed to protect Amy? I didn't even want to live anymore. I felt my body, my mind closing down as my mind reeled under the multiple shocks it had received. As I felt myself sinking to the floor, tears running down my face, I dimly heard Amy and Katie scream as I saw Victoria walk through the doorway.

"Mommy! Daddy needs you! He is not ok!"

At the same time, I heard Victoria yell "Amy! Get in here and help me with your Dad! Now!" That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

I squeezed her hand, and the memory of the time we had made love, with our climax being like a spring rainstorm, and the feeling as we basked in the joy and beauty afterwards came unbidden into my mind. I wanted to smile, but it was a little hard under the circumstances.

"I love you, Cindi. I think you know how much," I told her. She smiled at me, a special smile, squeezed my hand in return, and said "thank you" and I realized with a sense of shock and wonder that she had seen that image go through my mind.

"I love you too, Cindi, more than I have shown you and more than I can possibly tell you," Victoria answered. I saw the look on her face as she had the same experience I did; the realization in her mind that Cindi did know. We looked at each other in confusion; what was going on here? Cindi was speaking again.

"Mom, Dad, I know I'm not good at a lot of things, like Amy, she's like a superwoman or something, but please, Mom, Dad, please, would you trust me this time, please trust me, that I can do this? Please? For Amy's sake? Please?" She seemed calm now; there were tears in her eyes, but they were not tears of fear or rage now.

She looked so intense; I had to do what I could for her. Victoria looked at me, and she nodded slightly to me.

"We trust you, honey. Do what you can." I had no idea what I was telling her to do, or why, but if it helped her deal with what was coming, I would do it. I just was not sure how I was going to deal with what was coming.

She looked down, closed her eyes, and whispered, "One more time, Mom and Dad, and really believe it this time, for Amy's sake, you love me and you trust me." She seemed to be concentrating, and suddenly I felt a wash of love and trust pour through me. I heard Victoria gasp, and knew she felt the same.

Then Cindi led us over to Amy's bed. She took one of Amy's hands, and laid it in mine. I clasped it, and half felt, half hoped that I felt her squeeze back faintly. Cindi smiled at me.

"Yes, she knows you are here."

Then she took Amy's other hand, and laid it in Victoria's hand. Finally, she took each of our remaining hands in hers.

"Close you eyes. Think about nothing except how much you love me." I did as she asked. I did not know what was going on here, but my girls had always been special, and if this would help either one of them, I would do it. I thought again about the time like the spring rain. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought about all the wonderful times I had had with her. As I continue to think of how much I loved her, I could sense a blue fog seeming to come over my eyes, in my mind. It was a deep blue. The same color as Cindi's eyes! It became deeper blue the more I thought of her. Suddenly images ran through my mind of the times I had enjoyed with Cindi. However, they were somehow different. I was seeing Cindi's memories of our love and wonderful times together in my mind! I could feel the love building up in me, higher and higher. I was so full it felt like I was going to burst. When I felt I just could not hold any more, Cindi spoke again.

"Now, think of how much you love Amy. Think of your baby. Give her all your love." Interesting. I could hear Cindi's voice in my head. I thought of spending Sunday together with Amy. Rubbing her temples, her stomach. I thought of running my fingers up the insides of her leg. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought of all the times we cuddled in bed together. The haze in my mind turned green, beautiful deep green. Amy's eyes! My God! I could feel her! I basked in the joy of feeling at one with my girls. I could feel Victoria there, too. I was amazed at the depth of love I felt from her, for me and for her babies. And for the one that wasn't there. I didn't know what that meant. I felt the huge bubble of love slowing exiting me, colored bright green as it left. I wondered what it looked like in the room. Instantly, in my mind I saw Amy lying on the bed. I say green tendrils floating over to her body and disappearing inside. Cindi's voice in my mind said, "It looks like that", and she giggled. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

I heard Cindi in my mind again. "This is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one." The green faded.

Suddenly, we were standing there, by the bed, the three of us hugging each other, eyes open, a warm sense of calm, love, warmth filling us. It seemed like we had just walked over to the bed a minute ago, but a quick look at my watch showed a half hour had passed. I had only a vague remembrance of something too weird to be possible having happened.

"Hey. Don't I get a hug, too?" a weak voice asked. We turned quickly around, to see Amy, eyes open, smiling faintly. Amy looked awful, but she looked better. She had some color now.

Victoria and I ran over to her, hugging and kissing her, crying. Then, I saw a look of panic cross Amy's face.

"Cindi! Where is Cindi?"

I looked around. Cindi was sitting in a chair, leaning back against the wall. She looked really tired, and sick, eyes half closed, face pale. She looked old and sick.

"Dad! Bring her over here," Amy said.

We helped her walk over, and sat her on the bed next to Amy

"Cindi, what did you do?" They looked into each other's eyes, communicating with each other somehow.

"You goofball, what am I going to do with you? Thank you." Amy whispered.

Amy called me over close to her.

"Daddy, Cindi needs something from the nursing station. Can you get it for her, please?" She pulled me down and whispered into my ear.

I stared at her in surprise. "Are you sure, Amy? If you are wrong, things will get awful interesting real quick!"

"Trust me, Daddy."

Well, I had learned a lot about trust in the last few minutes. I kissed her forehead, and went out to the nursing station. I asked the nurse to prepare what I needed. She looked at me in astonishment. "Are you sure?" she asked, assuming it was for me. "If you have any digestive problems, suffer from migraines, have heart problems, or latent diabetes, things will get awful interesting real quick around here!" She didn't understand why I laughed. "Trust me," I winked. I got what I needed, and came back into the room, handing Cindi a glass of murky white, foul smelling liquid.

Cindi crinkled up her nose in disgust. "Are you sure about this, Amy? This stuff smells yucky!"

"Drink it all down. Good news. It tastes worse than it smells. Next time you'll think twice about saving my life," she teased.

After Cindi, complaining loudly and continuously about why this couldn't just be a pill, drank it all down, two things happened almost simultaneously. She immediately perked up, her color returned, and she suddenly had her energy level back. She looked her age again, and no longer looked ill. At the same time, the monitors hooked up to Amy went crazy. As I looked at them, her blood pressure spiked back to normal, her temperature dropped to normal, her pulse stabilized, her respiration deepened and dropped to normal, the irregularities in her EKG disappeared, and her rash faded almost away. Alarms that were set to sound with significant changes in either direction were beeping incessantly. I laughed. They all looked at me quizzically.

"Wait for it," I laughed.

Almost immediately, the door burst open and the nurse and doctor ran in. They only paused slightly when they saw Cindi, looking at her nervously, but she smiled sweetly at them.

"Come on in! I'm human again!" she quipped. Then she looked at us and winked. She ran over to Amy, hugged, and kissed her. "I'm so glad to see you again."

"Me too! What happened?"

"Don't know," Cindi answered. "We were standing here, and all of a sudden I felt sick and you started waking up. What did you do?" Cindi asked innocently.

Amy rolled her eyes and gave her the Amy look (YES, she is getting better!). "I'll talk to you later."

The doctor politely told the girls to quit gabbing and let him give Amy a checkup. Amy politely told him to talk to the finger (Poor Amy. So innocent. She doesn't know these things. She had no idea she held up the wrong finger!), and all of us, including the doctor, burst out laughing. She turned red and asked what was wrong. We told her she wouldn't understand.

They kept Amy two more days, trying to find out what had happened. They kept expecting her to suddenly get worse again. Finally, on the third day, Amy announced we would either take her home or she was walking out the front door and hitching a ride home with the first person that picked her up; if we liked this place so much, we could stay and eat that... food. Yep Amy was getting better. She was still weak as a kitten, however. We decided we wouldn't make her hitchhike home.

When we left, I refused the wheelchair and told them I would carry Amy out, and picked her up in my arms. She squealed in delight, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. She gave me a big kiss, not quite daughterly but not too scandalous and asked me quietly if I was going to give her another shower. I had not told anybody about that. I told her I was feeling a little weak myself, especially in the arms; I hoped I would not drop her on the way out. She said she was sure she could find a convenient handle to hold on to with her hands. I blushed and decided to quit while I was only way too far behind. She whispered "sorry Daddy" in my ear, while everyone else waited patiently to hear the story behind those comments, but I was not talking. It is hard to sound sorry when you are giggling.

Amy had lost some weight while she was sick, so she was ravenous. I dropped them all off at home and went to buy dinner. I got a sausage and pepperoni pizza for Amy and me and a special for Cindi and Victoria. I also bought a quart of Pistachio ice cream. For those with weak stomachs, you might want to skip to the next paragraph at this point. Ok, remember, I warned you. Amy likes to alternate bites of sausage and pepperoni pizza with pistachio ice cream. As Cindi says, sometimes she is just way too gross and disgusting! I told her if she ended up in the hospital again due to gross eating habits, the insurance company would not pay; it does not cover self-abuse. We left her in the kitchen eating alone, telling her we were going into the other room to eat with normal people before we got sick. When we sneaked back in and gave her a tickling attack, her mock sad face got happy and she just beamed. She just loves being teased. "I love you guys," she sighed happily.

Two days after getting home, Victoria had to leave town again. She looked so distraught trying to explain to Amy why she had to leave, but we all understood; all was well. I had as much time off as I needed from work until Amy was better. The next day, she told me I could go into work if I needed to. I flatly and curtly refused, and when I saw her eyes widen I turned and walked away. A few minutes later, a pair of teenage arms slipped around my waist and a pretty little girl snuggled up behind me. Then she gently turned me around and took my hands in hers.

"It wasn't your fault, Daddy," she said softly. "It still would have happened if you would have stayed home from work that day. I didn't feel really bad until shortly before you came home. It wouldn't have mattered". I looked down and felt silly for her having figured me out. The doctor had said the same thing. I was also glad she had not figured out the other reason I felt bad.

"I just don't know what I would do if I lost you", I whispered. She just hugged me.

"It would kind of ruin my whole day, too," she whispered back seriously.

The third day home, Amy announced that she felt dirty and disgusting and we needed to do something about that.

"I thought you were just kidding about giving you another shower," I said, feeling frantic.

"Not shower. Too weak. Bath. Now."

So, I carried her into the bathroom. She waited patiently for me to fill the tub and take her clothes off. Then I helped her into the tub. She sighed happily and soaked for a while. I got up to leave, but she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stay, then closed her eyes again. I think she just enjoys teasing me to death. She knew the lovely sight her beautiful body made lying naked in that tub. She asked me to wash her; she said she was too weak to do it right. I tried, but I was just making a big mess trying to do it with me outside the tub (washing her, I mean). Finally, she took the washcloth away from me.

"This just isn't going to work this way, Daddy. Get you clothes off and get in here and wash me right." I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because she cracked up, and then put her hand on my arm affectionately. "I'm not drunk. I'm not going to seduce you. Well, probably not. Not while I'm this weak, anyway! Just kidding! We have already seen all there is to see of each other. Come on."

She lay back and closed her eyes, as I got undressed, so I wouldn't be embarrassed. She is such a sweetheart. Then I got in behind her and sat down. She snuggled back against me, closed her eyes, and sighed happily. I proceeded to wash her cute little body all over. I am sure she must have felt me against her butt, but for once in her life, Amy passed up the opportunity to tease. Once I got over my embarrassment, and assured myself that nothing was going to happen, I really enjoyed giving her a bath. She just turned boneless when I washed her hair. She enjoyed it so much she fell asleep. Drying her off was a hell of a lot easier than last time I was in the bathroom with her! We got dressed, and went into the living room, where she sat on the floor in front of me on the couch while I brushed her hair.

If any of you have never brushed female hair, you have to try it. Whether she is 6 or 37, (I've never tried it older than that) it is one of the most sensual (not the same as sexual) things you can do. Washing hair is tied for brushing hair on the sensual scale. They are both about a 15 on a scale of 10. Victoria loves it almost as much as a massage. It had been a long time since I had washed and brushed Amy's hair. I made a mental note to do it again soon. She purred like a kitten as I ran the brush through her long black hair. Not for the first time, I marveled at how much she was an almost exact duplicate copy of Victoria physically. Maybe I should take a bath with Victoria next time she came home.

We did the bath thing a few more times until she was strong enough to take care of herself. The next day I filled the tub before I carried her in and, unbeknownst to her, made it a bubble bath. She squealed with glee when she saw it, and I let her enjoy it for quite awhile, giggling and splashing and just generally making a total mess of the bathroom until we finally got around to getting her clean. Just watching her have such a good time made my heart melt, and I hugged her close, getting misty-eyed thinking how close I had come to losing her. She looked at me, head cocked to one side, curious as to what I was thinking, then her eyes softened as she seemed to figure it out. She wrapped her arms around my arms, which were around her waist, laid her head against my shoulder, and whispered "Me too."

It didn't take long before the girls in the cheerleader group found out that Amy had been in the hospital and that she was back home again. The house began to fill up everyday with her friends. I had to monitor the situation closely, to make sure they did not tire her out too much, so I had to spend a lot of time around cute, 13-14 year old cheerleaders. It's a terrible job, but somebody had to do it! Poor me! After the first day or so of me being around all the time, they completely lost all inhibitions they had. I was one of the girls. The standard mode of dress became tee shirt and panties. Bad enough with some of these cuties, but it took awhile to get used to it with Cindi and Amy. They had to fit in with the other girls, you see. I found out there is absolutely nothing teenage girls will not and do not talk about. Amy, of course, had to give a very detailed account of her drunken episode and, to my horror, a, thankfully somewhat sanitized, account of "the shower". Of course, she also told them how I was helping her bathe each day. I expected endless teasing, but I was startled to hear, and see in their eyes, expressions of envy and respect. Apparently, the consensus was that none of their dads would do those things for them. Were their dads really that stupid? Their loss. These girls were sweethearts, all of them.

Of course, after those revelations, it was not long before someone suggested that we all play strip poker, since we had a "neat, cool, good-looking guy” (Wow! Not a dad, but a guy) here to play (read: harass, embarrass, tease) with. I of course vetoed that immediately. Katie got a far away, dreamy look on her face, walked over to me, sat down on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and announced that she thought it was a wonderful idea! This caused everyone to crack up, giggling hysterically. Let's see - one dad, 7 teenager girls - who do you think won here?

After the game was over, it was decided that the one person who still had clothes on (no, it wasn't me) should take hers off too. After awhile, it wasn't hard (no pun intended, and not true besides!) at all. After the initial embarrassment by some, today's teenage girls, at least these cheerleaders who are adorned often in various stages of undress anyway, seemed very casual about nudity. The only real difficult part was Katie sitting in my lap most of the time, a fact that everyone seemed to expect. Apparently, Katie's crush on me, a fact I was blissfully unaware of until this time, was well known by all, and all thought it "cute." I was, however, somewhat unprepared for the sex talk.

Yep. Captive dad, 7 teenage girls, let's talk about sex. As a medical professional, I am used to giving talks about the subject, but I was not expecting it with girls I knew, while naked. Nevertheless, exhibit A and Bs were there in plain site, so why not. I was somewhat surprised at how little some of these girls knew. Therefore, I talked plainly and bluntly. I told them how it happened, where everything went, and what to expect. Hysterical giggling broke out when Katie suggested that we have a demonstration. She immediately volunteered, to catcalls. Someone else suggested that, since Amy spent so much time naked with me in the shower and bath, maybe she could be the moderator. This caused Amy to turn 39 different shades of red. Apparently, she had embarrassed one of the girls somehow in the past, and this was paybacks.

About that time, the phone rang. It was Victoria, telling me she was back in town and would be home in about 20 minutes. Oops. So, all the girls got dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, right? Nope. They put on panties and tee shirts, and sat back down in the living room floor to talk again. That is how they were when Victoria walked in. She looked around, and then smiled at everyone and said, "You didn't need to stop just on my account!" How do women always know what is going on?

Dinner was the four of us together again. I could get used to this. After dinner, Victoria announced her surprise - she was going to Florida next week and her schedule would allow her to take one of the girls. Cindi and Amy immediately pointed at each other.

"Take her!" They declared in unison. I love my girls!

"But it's your turn," Cindi protested.

"No, it's not," Amy declared. "The last one was supposed to be yours, but we both went, and so it's still your turn. Besides, I'm still not feeling well enough for something that intense. You can call me every day and let me know what you did. I know, I know, you get to go to Florida and I just get stuck here with Daddy, but I'll make do somehow!" She smiled brilliantly at me.

"But, Amy..."

"No buts." They were sitting next to each other on the couch. Amy leaned over, whispering into Cindi's ear. "You have saved me twice now; even though you deny involvement at the hospital, I know better. This is a pretty pitiful thank you for that, but at least it is something I can do for you."

Cindi lowered her eyes, looking embarrassed. We wondered what they were whispering about. She smiled shyly. "Thank you, Amy. You are so sweet. I love you." They hugged and kissed. Yep. She did. Cindi, I mean. Cried. Of course. Is the world round? Does a wild bear... never mind.

Once that was decided, the next logical step was announced. There was shopping to do! Of course. Cindi and Victoria headed off to begin the chore. Shopping is a nasty job, but someone has to do it, right?

Amy sat on my lap, facing me, put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and looked into my eyes. I knew what this meant. Serious talk time.

"Daddy? What happened in that hospital room?"

"I don't know, honey. I was kind of hoping you could tell me. What do you remember?"

"I was feeling really bad. I could feel everything fading. I knew I was either losing consciousness or dying, and I was sure I was dying. I vaguely heard Cindi screaming at someone. Then it gets hazy. I had a dream that the room was filled with a deep blue light, and then a deep green light. I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever. Then I woke up and you were all hugging by my bed. I have no idea how much time elapsed during all those events."

Sometimes in retrospect, I could just shoot myself. I had missed clues three times, twice when Amy said Victoria was OK, and once when Cindi said Amy was not OK, that these were not questions. I missed the significance of the clue that Cindi knew Amy was in the hospital. I even missed the significance of the clue during the police officer episode when Amy told Cindi to stop mom but her lips never moved. I forgot about the simultaneous "dream" they had in San Francisco when Victoria was in trouble. Now I missed another one. 'Then I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever.' Later, I would regret for a long time the memory of the pain and anguish Amy would go through because I missed all those clues. Although it would not have affected the ultimate outcome, maybe I could have made it easier on her.

When she said the part about the blue and green light, I felt all the blood rush out of my face, as memories, dreams, or whatever they were flooded into my mind. I am sure I turned pale as a ghost. So, what do you think? Do you think a certifiable genius would notice? Is the world... ?

"Daddy! What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

This earned me an eye roll, an Amy look, and a little frustrated hop up and down on my lap.

"Tell me, Daddy!"

"No, Amy, I will not. I was warned in this dream, or whatever, that I was to tell no one. I do not know what the consequences of breaking that warning might be. I will not risk your health or life!" She did not like it, but she understood.

"Daddy, I know Cindi had something to do with this. The way she looked when I woke up. She will not tell me anything! She just acts innocent. I can't believe she is keeping secrets - not from me!"

"So, you tell me. How did you know about the concoction you asked me to get for Cindi?"

Amy thought for a minute, biting her bottom lip. I love that habit; she is so cute when she does that!

"I don't know. I just knew. Must have read it somewhere."

The next week went by quickly. The evening before they were to leave, Victoria announced she was taking Amy shopping. We were not invited. As she left, she made a point of telling me that they would catch a movie also and would not be home until 11:30 at the earliest. She whispered to me that she would call before they came home.

I was watching TV after they left. Cindi walked over, turned off the TV, sat down on my lap facing me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Sound familiar? It was definitely not the same kiss Amy gave me. As she kissed me, passionately, she reached down and started unbuttoning my shirt. When she had it undone, she ran her hands across my chest.

"So, what's this about a shower you and Amy took that night she was drunk? You never took a shower with ME. I thought you loved me?" She giggled.

"I can't help what you think," I said as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Of course, when Amy and I did this, I had to put her in with her clothes on!"

"Daddy, no! You wouldn't dare! Not my sweater! This is my best one. I wore it just for you. Please, Daddy?" She asked in her best little girl voice.

I laughed. "So you wore it just for me, huh? So did Mom tell you about this little shopping trip?"

She blushed. "Well, I'm going to be away from you for a whole week and I'm going to miss you so much and I love you so much, and Mommy knows about us and how I feel and we couldn't do anything with Amy around and I just had to have some time with you before I left and Mommy said..."

I kissed her to shut her up. I did not think I wanted to know what Mommy said. Her acceptance of this whole situation still freaked me out sometimes.

I very slowly took Cindi's clothes off. Then she took mine off. I told her she was deviating from the Amy shower scene. She stuck her tongue out at me and told me to get over it.

I led her through everything Amy did in the shower. I did not fight nearly as much this time, though. I told her I did not want it to be that realistic.

After I carried her into bed, she wanted to try a 69. It was wonderful! She didn't even bite me when she came. I did bite her lightly in an especially sensitive place, but that was intentional. She didn't seem to mind, although she did make a lot of noise when I did it. Afterwards, we made sweet, gentle love, like the spring showers. She really loves that. She cries when we do that. Surprising, huh? Later, she really surprised me. She said she wanted to do anal with me.

"Are you sure, honey?" Knowing how much it had hurt her last time.

"Yes, Daddy. It is the only bad memory I have left. I want you to erase it. Please?"

I laid her on her stomach and put a pillow under her hips. I licked her little clit and pussy, getting her very wet again, and making her cum again. I wanted her really relaxed. I put Vaseline on my cock, and rubbed it on her little hole, pushing it in with my finger. She jerked at first, and sucked her breath in quickly. I waited until she relaxed again. Once I had my finger all the way inside, and had spread the Vaseline around well, I withdrew my finger and snuggled up behind her. I asked her again if she was sure.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," she whimpered.

I started to push up into her little hole. I reached down and rubbed her clit and played with her pussy, to try to keep her relaxed. I was surprised how easily I went all the way in. I knew I was not hurting her, as she was pushing back against me, trying to take it faster. Then I started very slowly, very gently to move in and out of her.

I was surprised that she seemed to enjoy it right from the start. As I thrust in, she pushed back, taking me in all the way. She is the one that stepped up the pace. After a little while, I was thrusting into her as fast as I was in her pussy. She was crying out in ecstasy, whimpering in pleasure.

"Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop. Faster! Oh, that feels so good! I love you!" she cried out, as she exploded into an enormous orgasm. I was not quite ready yet, so I continued to thrust into her. I was really surprised when she came again as I poured myself into her. I collapsed on her and held her until I slipped out. Then I snuggled up to her.

"Thank you," she breathed softly.

She seemed to enjoy it. Anal is not my favorite, but it was fun. We fell asleep, cuddling in each other's arms, and didn't wake up until Victoria called and told me she would be home in 45 minutes. They were stopping at Baskin Robbins after the movie. Amy was tired but happy.

"Victoria... thank you, sweetie. I love you more than you can know."

"Sure I can. It's almost as much as I love you. Have fun sweetie."

I woke up Cindi. When she heard we had 45 minutes, her eyes lit up.

"Oh, goody, time for a quickie and then a shower! Or a quickie in the shower!" We decided on the former. So, we did.

When they got home, Cindi was in bed, "sound asleep", and I was reading. Amy ran over, sat down next to me, cuddled up, and told me all about her evening and the movie, gushing on endlessly. I smiled tolerantly. Victoria smiled impishly.

They left the following day. They would be gone a week. They were to get back the next Saturday. The timing on that day was going to be a little interesting, as the girls both wanted to go to a sleepover at Katie's house (yes, mom and the kids were out of town but she had her mother's permission and there would be good chaperones this time), so I would take Amy there and Victoria would drop off Cindi there on the way home from the airport. I was so excited - a whole night alone with Victoria just back from a trip!

After the incident in the hospital room, Cindi was a changed girl. She was so much more confident in herself. It was as if she now knew that she could do things right, and, even more important, Mommy and Daddy trusted her to do things. We always did; I do not know where she got the idea she was a mess up and we did not trust her. I guess it was just hard being under superwoman Amy's shadow all the time. However, she was so happy, confident, and joyful; it was a pleasure to behold.

On Saturday afternoon, I dropped Amy off just as planned. I went home, waiting for Victoria to get home. I felt as excited as a teenage boy did on a big date. She said she would be home by 5:00. By 5:45, I was a little nervous. When the phone rang at 6:00, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I really hate that damn phone.

"This is Officer Collins of the Highway Patrol. May I speak to Patrick Phillips, please?" We knew John Collins pretty well.

Oh, God, no, not again! Please, no!

"Speaking"

"Sir, your wife and daughter have been involved in an accident. You need to come to the hospital right away."

"Are they OK? How's my wife?"

"I wasn't involved with your wife at the scene, sir. I know she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I do not know her condition. They did not airlift her, so that may be a good sign. "

"How's my daughter?"

"Sir, you really need to come down to the hospital."

"Damn it, John, don't you do this to me! HOW'S MY DAUGHTER?!?"

He hesitated, and then I heard the break in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, your daughter did not survive. She was declared dead at the scene. She was killed instantly."

Oh, God, no! Please! Cindi! My brain cried as I sat down abruptly on the chair and dropped the phone.

I reached down slowly, and gently pulled her hand out of my underwear, bringing it slowly up to my mouth, and kissed her fingertips. I knew kissing her fingertips might give her the impression I wanted to go farther (Oh god, did I?), but on the other hand, it would get her hand out of there without embarrassing or upsetting her. Hah! Sometimes we mere mortal adults win out over the brilliant teenagers; she smiled sweetly and did not seem too upset or embarrassed.

She had a nervous little smile on her face, though. She was not sure that she was not in big trouble, and I do not think she knew what she wanted to say next. She obviously had a plan, but I did not know what the hell it was!

Still keeping with the concept of not traumatizing the poor little girl any more than necessary, but also trying not to become the close, intimate friend of a large inmate named Bubba, I looked at Cindi and said:

"Hi." I can be downright wordy and eloquent when I want to be!

"Hi" she said back. Well, she is my daughter and I taught her well about effective, high level communicating!

"So, what's up?" I asked. Oh God! Brilliant! Please do not let her be the smart ass that I just know Amy would not resist being in these circumstances.

Her eyes only twinkled briefly before she had mercy on me, and said, "I couldn't sleep." Giggle.

"Great! Now I can't either".

"I'm sorry," she giggled nervously, sounding anything but.

"No, you're not. So, what's on your mind, honey?"

"Well, Daddy, remember when we talked and you said that a guy who... um... knew what he was... um... doing could make a girl... um... feel... um... things that she didn't want to, and she couldn't stop it and it wasn't her fault and it didn't mean that she was a slut or anything like that cause she really couldn't help it and she really, really tried to stop it but she just couldn't so it really didn't mean anything? Remember?"

I reached over and tickled her sides, making her squeal. "Wow! And you said all that in one breath? Yes, I remember".

"Well, I understood what you said, and I even agreed with it, but it just doesn't feel that way. I still feel dirty and awful. But I figured out why and what to do about it" she said proudly as her face brightened.

God, I hate it when these girls figure something out. It is never good news for me.

"See, it's because I had such a bad experience for my first time, which shouldn't have even happened yet, and I felt so guilty and it was just terrible and it's all I have to remember and I have nothing to compare it to and every time I remember it is just so icky and I just think EWWWW, and so I decided I just need to do it again with someone sweet and wonderful and who will be gentle and make me feel good and make it all right again and who loves me, and then I can just forget about icky and EWWW and just remember wonderful." She just looked at me brightly, nodding her head in agreement, as if she had just discovered the secrets of the universe and it was just so obvious. God, I loved that girl!

I was getting a headache. My only excuse for the next bit of stupidity was that I was still half-asleep and still in shock from feeling my 13-year-old daughter's hand on my cock.

"Cindi, dear, you know I feel that you are too young to be having sex. Just because it was forced on you the first time, doesn't mean you should continue down that road." I could see the sadness starting to take over. "But, on the other hand, I really can't watch over you 24 hours a day, and if you are determined to do this, I guess I can't really stop you." Here comes the aforementioned stupidity. "So, who's the lucky guy you have in mind?"

Hell, do not ask me what I was thinking or where my brain was. Here she is in bed with me, naked, had been kissing me, rubbing my chest, fondling and stroking my balls and cock until I stopped her and she says she wants to have sex with someone who loves her, and I brilliantly ask who she has in mind. Then I am shocked when she says, "It's you, Daddy." At least she did not roll her eyes at me as if I was the biggest dork in the world and say "duh"! There are some things Cindi will pass on that Amy would never be able to resist.

I am not sure how I kept from having a heart attack right there. Running in circles, screaming and shouting in panic sounded good right about then, too. But I kept my cool. This was my little girl's psyche we were dealing with here, and I had to be careful. I smiled sweetly at her, although I am sure the shock must have shown on my face. She DID have my undivided attention now.

"Cindi, that is just so sweet of you to say that, and believe me, I am so touched that you thought of me. But I cannot do that, honey. You are my daughter, not to mention 13 years old. I could never take advantage of you like that. I'm sorry."

Her eyes were instantly tear filled. "Don't you love me enough to do that? Am I not pretty enough? I know I'm not as pretty as Amy, but..."

"Cindi," I interrupted, "This has nothing to do with loving you or how pretty you are or Amy. You know you and Amy and your Mom are the most important things in life to me - I love you more than life itself. In addition, you and Amy are the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. However, it would not be right. In addition, I could get in a lot of trouble. You might think it would help, but it would just hurt you in the end. This isn't the answer, sweetie."

"I knew you would say that" she said sadly. "But it isn't taking advantage of me if I want it and am asking you for it and I promise I would never tell anyone, Daddy, not even Amy, I promise, honest, and we could just do it this one time, just to remove my bad memories, and I promise I would never ask you to do it again if you didn't want to, just this once, and you could even just lay there and I would do all the work so that you wouldn't have to feel guilty, it would be all me and I wouldn't tell anyone not ever, I promise Daddy, I just know this would make me feel so much better and help me so much."

Irrationally, in the middle of this crisis, my first thought was that someone really needed to teach this girl about sentence structure and run-on sentences. How had she ever gotten straight A's in English?

She looked at me with those big, sad, incredible blue eyes. I have never been able to resist that look, and she knew it, but I just had to this time - I could not do this.

"Cindi, I'm sorry, I just can't do this. Please, just drop it and go back to sleep."

"Ok. I love you, Daddy" She smiled shyly, "Can I still sleep here tonight?"

"Yes, you can, but you have to promise me you won't do anything more like you woke me up with. And put your tee shirt and panties back on!"

"Spoilsport", she giggled, as she got dressed, then cuddled up close, laid her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Good night, Daddy" she whispered.

Too bad I did not notice at the time what you have undoubtedly already noticed; she did not promise!

About two hours later, I woke up, again to some incredible feelings. Cindi, naked again, was kneeling between my legs. My underwear had somehow been removed. She was softly, gently, slowly rubbing my cock and balls again. She looked up into my eyes with an innocent little smile, looking so happy and proud of herself, and said "Hi, Daddy!"

"Cindi! I thought we agreed that you wouldn't do that any more?!?"

"You agreed, Daddy, I didn't. I didn't promise," she giggled.

"But..."

She reached up and put her finger across my lips. "Oh, Daddy, shut up," she said sweetly.

Then she sucked my cock into her lovely, warm, moist mouth, and I was lost forever.

Continued in chapter 6

Even though Victoria and I had always been close, and had what I would call an ideal marriage, we had grown even closer in the last several months. Even though I had always known it, I was now completely confident that she would do anything for her family. She would always be there when she was really needed and it counted. It was crystal clear, even more so than before, that we were everything to her, the most important thing in her life. I had learned that we could be that, and she could still do her job. The two were not incompatible. I had also put aside the irritation I always felt about her job. She just couldn't tell me, and that was it. Not wouldn't - couldn't. She vowed not to lie to me anymore about anything. If she could not answer, she would just say she could not talk about it, and I vowed I would not pursue it anymore when she said that. I was touched the night she expressed to me how badly she had felt, even not being able to sleep at night, every time she lied to me. I think we loved each other more than we ever had, and that was saying a lot.

Cindi was getting better every day. She was getting more confident, although she was still leery about boys. I think that will continue until she falls in love with one, and finds out they are not all jerks. Probably someone a little older than her, more mature, more sensitive. That is what attracted her to me. One thing I am both happy and sad about - we are slowly phasing out our sexual relationship. Not deliberately, it just doesn't happen as often anymore; it isn't needed as much by her as it once was. We still get together occasionally and we still enjoy it tremendously, but it appears she really did just need it to get her over her bad memories. It just took much more than the one time she planned. I miss her that way - but we have also found that we are so close and love each other so much that just cuddling together on the couch or snuggling in bed is almost as good as sex. I have never been deprived, at least in quality if not in quantity, by my sex life with Victoria. Horniness or deprivation was never the reason for my actions with Cindi, but love and a desperate need on her part. In addition, it is doing wonders for the lingering guilty feeling I have always had. We have made no plans to stop completely, and may never, but it may also just stop all of its own accord. I think Cindi recognizes she is just not ready for a recurrent sexual relationship with anybody - she has come to agree with me that she is just too young.

I had always been a little closer to Amy that Cindi - no, that's not quite right. I was closer in a different way. That is still true, because as Cindi and I have gotten closer this summer, so have Amy and I. I have an even more profound respect and admiration for Amy since her performance during the episode with the cops. There is nothing like someone saving your life to make you trust them completely. Amy has a maturity, understanding, and wisdom well beyond her years, that Victoria, Cindi and I have come to trust explicitly. Yet she still maintains her ability to be a cute, giggly, wiggly 13 year old. She flicks back and forth like flipping a switch when it is needed, and it is obvious immediately when she changes hats. Her capacity to read and understand a situation, adapt to it, and read other peoples emotions and parts in it is uncanny. I sometimes wonder if she can read minds. But then, I decide she can't, or there are times I would be in big trouble!

Both the girls and I still enjoy immensely snuggling together in bed at night. Except for the occasional trysts with Cindi, there is little sexual content there, although there are times I wonder about Amy, but if it is there, neither of us dares to act on it. Somehow, the girls have concocted some kind of system of who is going to snuggle on what night. The nights that they both come in, it is obviously deliberate. There is no hiding of it as if it was wrong - they do it just as often when Victoria is around as not.

The girls are really heavily into cheerleading now, so that means, even more than before, constant presence of cute 13-14 year olds around all the time. They are all enjoyable - the one I enjoy the presence of most is Katie. She is almost as sweet as my girls are. Probably is as sweet, but I always give my girls the first place. She is around quite often, even staying overnight on a regular basis. She and her mother just do not have that much in common, and her mother has five other younger kids to raise, so it isn't really minded that much if she isn't around at home. Although Cindi and Amy are not all that close to her, she really likes Victoria and me, and the feeling is mutual. When I stay up late at night, and she is staying over, she will often come downstairs and snuggle up to me on the couch, or lie on the couch with her head in my lap, and watch TV. Or we will stay up for hours, just talking about anything and everything. Many nights she falls asleep with her head on my lap and I carry her into the spare bedroom to put her in bed. She and the girls are very good about somehow scheduling the time so that there is never a conflict with Katie when Amy or Cindi wants to cuddle or talk. I have never understood how females do that, seemingly without ever talking about it. She hasn't quite gotten to the point of talking about her father yet. The poor girl has been hurt very badly, and since she does not talk about that or her father, I sense they are related. I see some of the same signs in her as what Cindi went through. I hope I am wrong.

One interesting situation occurred over the summer with Amy that I found nerve wracking at the time it occurred about midway through the summer. The cheerleaders decided to host a get-together for all the girls and guys they knew, kind of like an informal party and dance. We really do not let Cindi or Amy formally date yet, but if it is an informal group with chaperones, etc, we will let them go. This one was not at our house, but was hosted at Laura's house, one of the 15-year-old cheerleaders. We debated on letting the girls go, since Laura's parents are not the best chaperones in the world, but we finally figured there would be enough other people there that it should be ok. They're not bad, just not as watchful sometimes as we are about the things teenagers will always try to get away with. We were not worried about our girls - just the idea they could be caught up in something if anything went wrong. Amy was excited about going; Cindi made it clear that she would not be there, for exactly the reasons we had questioned, and because she just was not ready for that much contact with boys yet. She decided to go to Elizabeth's house for the night, where a bunch of girls were gathering whose parents wouldn't let them go to the other gathering.

Amy had an 11:00 PM curfew time to be home. At 11:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Thinking Amy had forgotten her key, I answered the door to find Amy, drunk as a skunk, being held up by Cindi and Elizabeth's college age sister. Cindi quickly asked me to hear out what happened before I got mad and grounded Amy until her 40^th birthday. They helped me get her in, and I laid her down on the couch and turned around to hear from the two girls why I should let her live! As I calmed down, I remembered that Amy never drank, did not like the taste of the stuff, so I knew there was some kind of story here. It turns out that someone had spiked one of the bowls of punch, and Amy did not know it. Amy loves punch. By the time anyone figured out what was going on, she could not walk by herself. It would be hard to tell if Amy is drunk till she starts losing motor control, since she's so outgoing in a group and acts drunk half the time anyway. Finally, someone called Cindi pick her up, since nobody dared to bring her home. Cindi said she would stay to take care of her, but I told her to go back to Elizabeth's house. There was no sense in ruining her night; I would take care of Amy.

The first thing I noticed was that she stunk! Sorry, Amy, but it's true. She or someone had spilled various drinks on her clothes, and, yuck, she had also apparently thrown up at least once and did not have her head in the ideal position, if you get my drift. Do you know what happens when you throw up in a toilet bowl with long hair? Sorry, maybe too graphic, huh? I decided the first thing was to get her cleaned up. It was too much for a washcloth and sink - it was in her hair and everything. In the shower you go, little girl. Since she was too unstable to go in alone, it looked like she was going to take a shower with Dad.

A drunk Amy loses all the maturity that people are so impressed with her about and just becomes a constantly giggling 13 year old that says and does bizarre things. Moreover, much to my consternation, she becomes much more interested in sexually oriented subjects. Can you tell this is an embarrassed father trying to talk about his daughter? She found it great fun, as I was holding her up and washing her, to play with the hair on my chest. Of course, this was hilariously funny and necessitated much giggling. Sigh. Then she discovered that if she ran her soapy fingers over my nipples, they would get hard, just like hers. Giggle, giggle, giggle. Lord, give me patience. Good thing I love this girl. Then, did you know that if you kiss Daddy, when he is not expecting it, you can stick your tongue in his mouth and he gasps in shock? That deserved a full fledge laugh. It also rated a slap on the butt for her by me, and a retaliatory turning off the hot water for a few seconds. Little drunk Amys shriek very loud in a cold shower. Hee hee. Then came the worst of all - she discovered that Daddy has a cock and balls (giggle, giggle), that (gasp) gets really big when it gets hard (she's never seen one before, so what does she know about big), as it does really quickly when you put cute soft little Amy hands on his cock and balls and rub them (yep, you guessed it - giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle etc.). I could not believe this! Sweet, innocent little Amy? I was going to have nightmares about this for years to come. I had to get her out of here quick, but it takes time to wash her long hair when she has vomit in it. I slapped her hands and told her to behave. Oh boy, telling a drunk Amy she can't have something she thinks is fun to play with. Not good even when she is sober, useless when she is drunk. Victoria! There are times when I hate your job! This should be you doing this.

I finally got her out. Then we had more fun. Drying off a drunk Amy. Oh goody! Since I am drying off her hair and upper body with both my hands, well of course that means she can play with Daddy's privates again, since he has no hands to stop her, right? That's the way things go in Amy's (drunk) world. Then, when I moved my hands down to her lower body to dry her, that means if you are Amy you are free to throw your hands around Daddy's neck and try that tongue kissing thing again. Finally, I said the hell with drying her, she can just sleep on wet sheets, so I picked her up and carried her into bed, laid her down, covered her up, kissed her cheek, moving fast before she decided to do the tongue thing again, and started to leave the room.

"Daddy? Would you sleep with me? I want to cuddle, I can't go to sleep."

Damn. How do you know? You have only tried for 7 seconds! Did I say she was my favorite? I think she just slipped two points below the jerk, cop #1! Just kidding.

I crawled into bed and snuggled up behind her, with my arm around her waist. Go to sleep, Amy.

Then, after a few minutes, she started crying.

"Amy, what's wrong?"

"Why did they do all those awful things to Cindi, Daddy? It was terrible. And she saved me, Daddy. She let them do it to save me. Why did she do that, Daddy? It wasn't fair. She is so sweet and never was mean to anyone and they made her do those awful things, and it hurt her so much. And it was all because of me. I tease her all the time and called her a bitch when she was hurting so bad and I did not even know she sucked cocks to save me. How can I ever make that up to her?" she sobbed.

"Amy, honey, did you watch that movie when you found it?"

"Y... y... yes. Please don't be mad at me." Damn. Why did I forget about that thing? I wish I had remembered to throw it out like I meant to.

"Honey, she did those things because she loves you. I think you would have done the same for her if you had to. They did it because they were bad boys. And they paid the price for it. You make it up to Cindi by loving her, and being nice to her, just as you always do. Honey, Cindi likes your teasing, just as we all do. Her fun is in not letting you know that."

"Daddy, will you make love to me tonight?"

"No, honey, I won't. You're drunk, and you don't know what you are asking."

"Daddy, did Mommy kill those boys, because they hurt one of her babies?"

Before I could answer, I heard her snoring gently. "I don't know, Amy" I lied, whispering, and got up and went into the living room.

The next day was Saturday, so, fortunately, Amy could sleep late. She slept so late that she missed cheerleader practice for the first time in her life. Cindi went anyway. She woke up a little after noon, and came looking for me. Since I had given up on drying her off, she had slept in wet hair, and it was frightful looking, sticking out everywhere. When she came into the room, I took one look at her, and screamed "Monster, Monster!" and jumped behind the couch, peering out around the edge. She did not think it was funny at all. She gave me a dirty look and said "Very funny, DAD!"

I asked her how she was feeling. I will not repeat her answer. Amazing how she can give a non-repeatable answer and not say a single bad word. Then she climbed up into my lap, and hid her face in my shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm so embarrassed."

"You didn't know the punch was spiked, honey."

"I don't mean for that. I mean for last night in the shower, and in bed." She was red now. "I'm sorry for the things I said and did, Daddy".

"It's ok, sweetie. Everybody does embarrassing things when they are drunk. Remember that."

She hid her head in my neck, looking the other way in acute embarrassment.

"Daddy, did I really ask you to make love to me last night?" She whispered softly.

I moved her head, holding it between my hands, and made her look at me.

"Amy, you and your Mom are the two most beautiful women I know. If I were 20 years younger and not your dad, I would have been proud last night to be the first one to make love to you. Make that just not being your Dad. I wouldn't care about the age difference."

I must have said something right, because she just beamed, lighting up the whole room. Then the true Amy came back. She grinned at me.

"Who said you would have been my first?"

Brat! She said it just as I was drinking, and I spit my drink all over the place. She laughed hysterically.

"You are just too easy!" I tickled her until her head hurt. Serves her right. Suddenly I was embarrassed. That does not happen often with me.

"Would I... would I have been your first?" I asked quietly. Why are you asking this? Do you really want to know?

She looked at me shyly for a second, then reached out and touched my cheek softly. "Poor Daddy. Its hard being a parent, isn't it? Especially to a smart-assed, genius kid like me." She smiled at me sweetly. "You know me, Daddy. You already know the answer to that. Yes, it is the answer you are hoping for. But thank you for asking. I love you, Daddy."

Of course, my little smart-assed genius kid always has to have the last laugh. She grinned impishly.

"But, of course, the day is yet young! And you may not know me as well as you think you do!" Snot. I tickled her until she cried for mercy.

Amy spent the entire day cuddled on the couch with me. Snuggling, or lying with her head on my lap, dozing. Just about every position she could think of to try to get comfortable. It was a nice day. I bet she has learned her lesson about drinking. Poor little thing. It was a wonderful day, one of the best I'd had. She did get sick one more time during the day. You do not realize how much you love someone, or how much he or she trusts and loves you, until you hold their head, holding their hair out of the way, while they puke their guts out. Afterwards, she lay on my lap, sighing contentedly and dozing as I softly rubbed her stomach, then her temples, trying to make her feel better. The smiles she lit up the room with as I stroked her were well worth holding her head while she puked. I did not even ask what the impish little grin was about. I did not think I wanted to know! I wondered if it had anything to do with the soft, gentle trailing of my fingertips up the inside of her leg. Once. I did not dare do it again. Amy slept with me that night. I don't think either of us moved or stopped cuddling all night long.

Sunday, Amy stayed home from practice again. When Cindi told me she was going alone again, I went in to check on Amy again. She said she still felt "yucky". I love these scientific terms, just loaded with hard data that makes it all clear what she means. She threw up again, and seemed to have a mild fever, and felt weak all over. Hmm. Seemed to be more than a hangover. Monday I offered to stay home with her, as she was still sick; had a sore throat now, too, but she said to go on, she would be fine. I called her several times during the day; she said she was ok, but it wasn't the perky Amy I normally talk to. I called her just before I left for home, but she did not answer. Asleep, I guess.

When I got home, I went to see how she was, not wanting to call out and disturb her if she was asleep. I found her on her bed, lying on her back, she and the bed soaked in sweat. She was tossing fitfully in her sleep, mumbling incoherently. I went in and touched her forehead. She was burning up. I thought I would change her out of her sweaty nightclothes; see if I could make her more comfortable. When I unbuttoned her top, and opened it up to take it off, I saw the red rash on her chest and stomach, and my blood ran cold. I checked her pulse - rapid and thready. Respiration shallow. This was not good. I quickly got a cold washrag and put it on her forehead, then went into the living room and dialed the emergency room at the hospital. Because they knew who I am, I would get better service by calling the ED rather than 911. When they answered the emergency line, I identified myself.

"I need an ambulance immediately, this is a medical emergency. I have a case of suspected severe systemic septicemia. Please hurry." I gave them my address; they said one would be there in less than five minutes and they would notify the doctors that we were coming in.

I then called Rebecca's house, and asked her mom to take Cindi over to her house when she picked her and Rebecca up after practice. I would call her later. She could tell by my voice that something was wrong, but she could also tell that now was not the time to ask.

Almost immediately after I hung up, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics looked at her, stuck a thermometer in her mouth, started an IV, and moved her to the ambulance. We were at the hospital in five minutes.

Hospital emergency rooms are not designed for the comfort of visitors. They are designed for treating patients. They are variably effective at that. However, they are really designed to treat critically ill patients, and when that patient is a particularly well liked child of a staff member, they excel beyond all expectations. They wheeled her in, checked her vital signs, and immediately carted her off to MICU. I did not even know she had gone upstairs, until I was finished talking to the ER staff.

"Can I see her now?" I asked.

"I'm sorry; she has been moved to MICU already." She gave me the doctor's name.

When I got up to the ICU, I looked up the doctor.

"How is she?"

"We will know better once we have some test results back. We started her on some wide spectrum antibiotics and some medicines to try to stabilize her heartbeat, blood pressure and respiration, and are trying to bring her fever down a little. She's a very sick girl." I asked to see her chart He showed me what they had so far, and I'm sure my face must have turned pale.

"Are you all right?"

"Can I see her?"

"Yes. Try to stay out of the way. I can't guarantee she will know you are there, though."

I went in to see her. She looked awful. She had IV's in both arms, monitors hooked up everywhere, and I could tell they would soon be putting her on a ventilator. I went over to her bed, took her hand, and held it.

She squeezed my hand! I bent down, and kissed her forehead, and she opened her eyes.

"Hi Daddy," she said weakly. "I'm sorry I am so much trouble and scared you. You know me, I will do anything for attention and to get out of school, "she teased.

"Bah! You'll have to try harder than that to get my attention," I said bravely. "A little touch of the flu, you'll be back home tomorrow."

"Liar," she whispered. "Have you called Mommy yet? You had better get her here. Cindi too." The nurse appeared and said she needed to put the ventilator mask on. "I love you, Daddy," she breathed.

"I love you too, Sweetie", I said, and left the room.

I went out into the waiting room, and then went to the nursing station. I asked to use a phone. One of the nurses, looked up, recognized me, took one look at my face, and led me to the nurses' private room. She asked the two nurses in there to please go use the conference room, set a phone in front of me, told me to buzz her if I needed anything, and left, shutting the door. I put my head down, wiped a few tears out of my eyes, and made a phone call. Then I called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hi!" She said happily. "This is a pleasant surprise! How are you?"

"Ok."

Pause. "What's wrong?" she asked concern in her voice.

"Amy's sick"

"Is she ok?"

"Victoria, you need to come home right now. Immediately."

She did not ask unnecessary questions. "I don't know how soon I can get a flight out of here."

"Don't worry about that. Where are you?" She told me where she was staying. Good. Right where I thought she would be. I already knew, without looking that up, where the nearest base was.

"There is a helicopter waiting at the hospital across the street from you. Go to the Emergency room, and ask for the director. Identify yourself. They will fly you to the base outside town. When you get there, identify yourself to Captain Jensen. He will meet you at the pad. They have a jet waiting for you. Do not bring any luggage with you; there will not be room for anything else. There will be a helicopter waiting at the Base here for you, to bring you to the hospital. Oh, and Victoria, if you have eaten, better ask for an airsick bag if you get sick on high speed military jets."

"Honey - what's going on? You're scaring me." The tremor in her voice verified that.

"Just get here, Victoria. Get going now. We will talk when you get here," I said, my voice breaking.

"Bye. I love you," she said, and hung up.

Next, I called Rebecca's house. Cindi answered the phone on the first ring.

"Daddy" she said, as soon as she knew it was me. "What's wrong with Amy? She is not home, and you are not home. She's sick and in the hospital, isn't she?" She sounded really upset.

"Cindi, how do you know Amy is sick and in the hospital?"

"I can just feel it. Rebecca's mom will drive me down there. Amy wants to see me and I want to see her, too". She sounded like she would be crying any minute.

"Honey, why don't you get a good night's sleep, and I will pick you up in the morning and bring you down here to see her".

"No! I am coming tonight. Daddy, she's not ok," she whispered. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she said and she hung up. I sat there listening to a dial tone. What a strange conversation.

I went in and checked on Amy again. She squeezed my hand when I held hers, but could not talk well because of the ventilator. She looked scared. I squeezed her hand and told her I loved her. She smiled and looked a little better. I just sat there with her for about an hour, holding her hand and talking to her. About an hour and a half after I talked to Victoria, I heard what sounded like a sonic boom. Amy opened her eyes and looked up at me. Victoria's here, I thought.

"That's Mommy. She'll be here in a few minutes." Amy smiled and mouthed thank you. I told her Cindi should be here shortly, too. She smiled more at that.

About 15 minutes later, I saw Victoria and Cindi walk into the ICU. They had apparently seen each other in the lobby as they walked in. I went out to meet them. A nurse was moving to intercept them, probably to tell Victoria that Cindi could not come in to visit - there were minimum age restrictions in the ICU. She was a new nurse that did not know any of us. I walked up to her to try to head off a scene. I really did not want someone telling Victoria she could not bring Cindi in. The way Cindi looked, I was not sure who would explode first.

"It's ok. She can come in. She's her twin sister."

"I'm sorry, but..."

"We're going in", I interrupted her. "Go get the hospital administrator. If he wants to throw her out, tell him to come see me." We turned around and walked towards Amy's room. Victoria looked at me with a strange look on her face.

"I've never been in an F-15, flying on afterburners across the country before. In flight refueling is a little scary".

I ignored her, and took them in to see Amy. They ran up to her, and hugged and kissed. Cindi looked briefly shocked at how Amy looked, and then she blanked her facial expression. The nurse said she would take off the ventilator mask for a while, and put a nose clip on instead.

Amy smiled weakly at Cindi.

"It's ok, I know I look terrible."

They all hugged, cried and kissed for a while, and then the doctor and nurse came in.

"I have the test results. Let's go somewhere where we can talk."

"No. I want to hear what you have to say," Amy said.

"I'm staying too," said Cindi. The doctor looked at Victoria and I, and we just shrugged. We were going to tell them what he said, anyway.

"And tell it to me straight; I don't want any BS. I understand your jargon," Amy stated emphatically.

"Ok", he sighed. "Your daughter is a very critically ill girl. She has a systemic infection throughout her whole body. So far, the antibiotics have not made much headway. It may be viral, in which case the antibiotics are not going to do any good anyway. There are signs the infection may be starting to affect many of her organs. Her blood pressure is beginning to fluctuate, her urine output is dropping, and her liver enzymes are showing a mild increase, along with her heart enzymes. If we cannot get it under control, her organs will begin to shut down. We will know more in the next 12 hours. We can do little else. If we don't get some improvement in the next 12 hours, the chances of survival are not good."

Well, she wanted it straight. Cindi and Victoria look like they were in shock. I was marginally better, but only because I knew this was what I was going to hear. Amy, surprisingly, looked calmer than she was before.

"What is causing this?" Victoria asked.

"About one in a million times, a relatively harmless virus, influenza or a cold virus, something like that, suddenly goes out of control. We don't know why it happens." As we talked, Amy seemed to drift off to sleep. I looked at the monitors and realized she was probably unconscious. I could see the nurse and doctor recognized it too.

"That's it?" Cindi finally exploded. "All this modern medicine and drugs, and you're telling us that you can't do anything and unless something changes all by itself, she is going to die?" She was yelling now, tears pouring down her face. "That's it?"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry, my ass! If you cannot do anything, then get the fuck out of here! Both of you! GET OUT! NOW!" she screamed.

"Cindi!" I started. Victoria tried to hug her, but she refused to be held. She just looked at the doctor and nurse, and pointed her finger at the door. They stood there, stunned, and when they didn't move, she shoved them towards the door. "GET OUT!" she screamed again.

"I think maybe we should leave for awhile. We will be back later." They headed for the door.

Victoria and I stood there, in shock. At Amy's prognosis. At Cindi's outburst. At everything. We were openly crying ourselves. Amy was fortunately oblivious to it all.

Cindi walked over to us, and held our hands in hers.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me?" she whispered.