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.

 

It was the winter of my senior year in high school.  As my friend Laura and I were discussing how cold it was and how tired we were of the snow, our conversation turned to warmer places.

 

“I think that we should go to Florida, Texas, or maybe even Mexico for spring break.”  Laura reveled.  “My sister went during her spring break last year and said it was a blast.  She said all they did was lain around on the beach all day, checking out all the toned beefcakes and then go out clubbing at night.” 

 

“I could handle that.”  I replied.  “The beach, dancing, a few drinks and checking out all of those nice bod’s on the guys.  What more could a girl ask for?” I giggled.

 

“Well my sister told me that “one of her girlfriends” entered a couple of wet T-shirt contests and came home with more money than she left with!  I’m not sure if I could be that bold, even with a few drinks!”  Laura shared.  “I found out later, when some guy she met in Florida called, that it was actually her that won the contests.  I found some pictures that someone took.  She had hidden them in her panty drawer. My sister was making out with her friend Tanya.  Some guy was pouring a pitcher of water over them and the wife beaters they were wearing were completely transparent! 

 

“You’re kidding?  I inquired.

 

“No, there were more!  In some they were completely topples!  And a couple where they had removed their bikini bottoms and were actually touching each others business!”

 

Business, was the word that Laura used when talking about a girls pussy or a guys cock.  I guess it was less difficult for her to say.  She wasn’t real big on using the more crude words, like pussy or cock.

 

“You know Tanya’s family is from Mexico.  Her skin was so dark compared to my sister.  They looked kind of sexy together, but I still don’t think I could do that kind of stuff, especially in front of a crowd of guys.”  Laura continued.  “I mean they were like really making out and it looked like Tanya even had her finger inside of my sisters business!”  Laura blushed.

 

“Oh, so if it wasn’t in front of a group of guys, you could do it.”  I kidded.

 

“That’s not what I meant.”  Laura blushed again!

 

I knew that Laura had some bi tendencies.  She always liked to check me out if she was over while I was changing.  I had also heard from one of our other friends that Laura had started kissing her and feeling her breasts when they had both been drinking.  So I was just trying to see exactly what she did mean.

 

“So what did you mean by saying your not sure you could do that in front of a crowd of guys?”  I questioned.

 

Well, you know, what you do in private isn’t always something you would want to do in public.”  She replied.

 

“So Laura, would you consider making out with a girl in private and put your finger in her pussy, in private, but not in public?”  I inquired.

 

“Jeez!  That’s really not what I meant!”  Laura retorted.  She blushed again and continued. “Well, I might if I really liked the girl and thought she was hot.  I’d have to really care for the girl and the situation would have to be special.”

 

“OK, how about with me?  I chided, just to get a reaction.

 

“Possibly, it would have to be with someone I care about as much as I care about you.”  Laura spoke and looked away shyly.

 

“Laura, you’re such a lez.”  I joked.  Waiting for her reaction.

 

“No, I’m not!  She countered. 

 

“It’s OK Laura.  I might consider it with you too.”  I consoled her.

 

“You’re just saying that.  I know you’re not like that.”  Laura spoke.

 

“Laura, it really gets me kind of hot when you check me out when I’m changing outfits at home.  I’ve noticed you looking at me and to tell you the truth, it does make me a little horny to think that you like my body.”  I confessed.  “You know, if you want to spend the night tonight, my parents are going to see my brother and catch his basketball game.  There going to be gone most of the week-end and they told my brother and I could each invite a friend over for Friday and Saturday night.  So what do you think?  We could talk about ways to make some money for spring break and maybe explore some other possibilities.”  I teased.

 

Laura blushed again, “I’ll have to ask my dad.

 

Laura’s parents had divorced and her mother moved out of state, so instead of transferring schools, Laura had decided to stay here with her dad.

 

“I’ll call you after I get home.”  She confirmed as she strode away.

 

I couldn’t help but notice the appealing little sway to her walk as I watched her tight little butt walk away.

 

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“Do you really think this is going to work?”  Dylan questioned.

 

Dylan was my best friend.  My parents were going out of town for the weekend and his parents had agreed to let him spend a couple of nights at my house.  I had explained that my 18 year old sister would be there to watch over us, as well as one of her “responsible” girlfriends.  Dylan and I were 15, so I figured that the fact that my older sister and a friend would be there might be more reassuring to them.  Dylan’s folks had said yes and now it was time to put our scheme into action.

 

“I know it will work!”  I assured Dylan.  “The guy at the electronics store told me exactly how to set this stuff up.  I told him it was for my parents, that they were worried about the housesitter stealing stuff or doing something crazy while “we were all away”.  I lied to him that the whole family was going to visit my brother and told him that my dad had put me in charge of setting up a surveillance system.   And that is exactly what I did.  I set up these 5 pinhole cameras around the house so that we can monitor everything from my computer!  I actually put two in Kori’s room, just to make sure we don’t miss any angles.”  I smiled.

 

Kori is my older sister.  She is drop dead gorgeous!  She is around 5’9”, slender, well toned, great tits and a spectacular pear shaped ass.   Dylan and I had been trying for a couple of years to see her completely naked, but had only been able to catch glimpses of her.  We had finally accumulated the computer gear and knowledge to set up this elaborate camera system.  We would be able to watch my sister in her room, the basement, outside at the hot tub, and if all else failed, we were sure to see her totally naked on the “shower cam”.   The best part was we were also sure she would invite her friend Laura over to spend the weekend with her.  So not only would we finally get to see my beautiful sister nude, we were anticipating the excitement of her super sexy friend.   Laura is just a little shorter than my sister, probably around 5’7”.  She is very fair skinned, a blonde, with smallish, but pert, breasts.  She has a very small waist, and slender legs that lead up to an ass that’s almost as perfect as my sisters.

 

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Laura had gotten permission to spend the night.  She and I sat at the kitchen table and talked more about where we might be able to afford to go over spring break.  As we sat and talked I could hear my brother and his friend in his room on the computer.

 

“Laura, why don’t you pour us a couple of glasses of wine, while I go check on the “boys” upstairs.  My parent’s were cool with me having an occasional glass of wine, as long as it was in the house and not out driving.  They had allowed Laura and I to have wine before and they figured it was safer to buy it for me, “For home consumption only!” rather than the alternative, I guess. 

 

I looked in on Travis and Dylan.  “What are you two little perv’s up to?”  I questioned

 

“Ah, nothing sis.  We were just talking about how you and Laura have to be the two hottest girls in the entire school.”  Travis replied.

 

“Flattery will get you two nowhere.”  I replied.

 

“No, really.”  Dylan put in.  “There aren’t any other girls who even come close to you two!”

 

“Well, I do appreciate the compliment Dylan.  Maybe someday you and my perverted little brother will be able to have a couple of “hot” girls like Laura and I.  But for now I guess you two will just have to continue looking at the sleazy bitches on the internet.”  I said, noticing that they were logged on to some porn site or something and they both appeared to have slight bulges in there pants.

 

“You boys had better be careful or you may have to handle those little boners of yours.”  I blurted.  I saw them each look down at there crotches and each quickly put a hand over there obvious protrusions.

 

“Well, we wouldn’t have to handle our own boners if you and Laura would lend a hand!” My brother retorted.

 

“Oh, maybe we will.”  I responded.  “In you little wet dreams tonight.”  I laughed and walked away.

 

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I noticed that Laura was refilling her wine glass as I walked back into the kitchen.

 

“Are you trying to catch a quick buzz?”  I asked Laura

 

“Well, you were gone so long I had to do something while you were upstairs.”  Laura replied.  “So what are the boys up to?”

 

“Not much.  The usual 15 year old perv boy stuff.  There getting little boners from checking out the chicks on some porn site.”  I answered.  “I could tell they were a little excited.  They both seemed to have pretty good boners from the bulges I saw in their pants.”

 

Laura laughed.  “Are they really looking at porn?”

 

I noticed that Laura had become flush.   She must have had more than just the one glass of wine already.  Her nipples were also erect and causing two very evident little knobs in her tight shirt.  She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra either.

 

“Yea, they said they had been talking about how you and I are the hottest girls in the whole high school.  They even joked about us “lending them a hand” to ease there little woodies!  I chuckled.

 

“Jeez, Kori.  What did you tell them?  Would you ever give your own brother a hand job?”  Laura inquired.

 

“What!  I think you have had a couple of glasses of wine already, haven’t you!  I responded.  “You’re talking about my brother.  That’s kind of kinky, don’t you think!”

 

“Well, you didn’t say no.”  Laura laughed.  “I’m going to go check those two out for myself.”

 

Before I could say anything, Laura had bounded up the stairs.

 

There was a knock at the door and Travis and I figured it was Kori returning to give us some more grief.

 

“No sisters allowed.”  I shouted.

 

“But I’m not your sister.”  Laura spoke as she walked into my room.

 

Travis and I were awe struck.  Here was the beautiful Laura in my room and she had on this tight white shirt, nearly see through, and rock hard nipples pointing straight out at us.  I felt the bulge in my pants begin to grow larger as this goddess stood before us.

 

“So what are you two doing up here?”  She quizzed.  “Your sister said you’re looking at porno chicks.  Is that right?”

 

Laura was now standing directly behind us.  She leaned over and placed her head directly between Travis and me.  As she leaned into me, I could feel her firm fleshy breast push into my back and also felt her hard nipple against my shoulder.  I turned my head sideways to look at Travis.  I am sure he was feeling the same sensations! 

 

“Oh my!”  Laura spoke.  “These are some naughty girls and you two are very naughty boys.  I was shocked as I felt Laura’s hand reach around and gently grip my crotch!  I saw she was doing the same with her other hand to Travis!  Well you boys take care of these nice hard-ons of yours.”  Laura then whispered in my ear, “Too bad we can’t get your sister to help you out with this, it sure feels nice to me.”

 

Laura released her grip from our bulges and I felt her lift her firm breasts away from my back.  But she did have one last surprise for Dylan and me!

 

“Tell you boys what; I’ll give you two little naughties one quick look at the real thing!”  With that Laura quickly lifted her tight shirt, revealing the two most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.  “Maybe we won’t be able to give you a hand-job, but I will give you each one quick feel of my boobs!  Maybe that will help ease your pain!”  And with that she took each of our hands and placed one on each breast.  She cupped her hand over ours and gently squeezed them, giving Travis and I a complete sense of how wonderful and firm her breasts were!  She then pushed our hands away and quickly pulled her top back down over her taunt breasts and rock hard nipples.  She then sauntered out of the room laughing!  “Think of my nice titties as you stroke those hard-ons of yours, you naughty boys!

 

Dylan and I just looked at each other; slack jawed and in awe of what had just taken place.

 

Dylan spoke first.  “Dude, I think I just blew my load in my pants!  That was so fucking hot!  Shall we go see if she will let us do it again?”

 

“No way man!  My sister would kill us!  I’m sure she doesn’t know what Laura just did.”

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I was just finishing my third glass of wine and was starting to stand from the table.  I saw Laura coming from the boys’ room.

 

“Laura, what’s up?” I questioned

 

“Oh, gawd!  I have to get another glass of wine and I’ll meet you in your room to tell you!”  And with that she brushed by me.

 

I lay back on my bed as Laura closed the door to my room behind her.  She had brought a glass of wine back for both of us and set them on the night stand.

 

“You won’t believe what I just did.”  Laura said.

 

“Laura, what are you talking about?”  I inquired.

 

Laura quickly removed her white top and stated, “I just let your little brother and his friend have a quick feel of these.”

 

Laura was topless in front of me and tenderly cupped her firm breasts.  I looked at her smallish boobs, a full cup size less than mine, and watched as she used her forefinger and thumb to tweak her small taunt nipples.  The nipples stood straight out from her perfect b-cup breasts.  Suddenly she lowered her head and pushed on of the nipples toward her mouth.  Her tongue flicked from her mouth and ran a quick circle around first one nipple and then she did the same to the other!

 

“Damn Kori, seeing those girls on the internet got me all horny.  I had to do something.  Those hard cocks in there have me in the mood for something else.  I WANT YOU!”

 

With that Laura launched her topless body onto my bed and on top of me.  Before I knew what was happening, her hands were under my shirt and I felt her tongue probing my mouth.  I didn’t resist.  What was going on?  I felt Laura pull my shirt up and off and she began to rub her hard nipples and breasts over my larger round globes.  As she slid down me and began to use her mouth on my nipples, I felt the light brown skin around my large nipples tighten.   I was enjoying this!  Laura began to unfasten my pants and as she released my nipple from her mouth and in one swift motion, removed both my pants and panties.

 

Laura stood at the foot of my bed and gazed down at my now completely naked body.  She licked her lips and slowly lowered first her blue jeans and then turned her firm butt toward me.  She was wearing a red and white striped t-back.  She bent over and gave me a clear view of her tight buns and as she bent lower to remove her thong, I saw her cleanly shaved vulva. With her back still to me and bent over, Laura reached back with a hand and slowly spread her beautiful hairless pussy lips.  She slowly worked her finger in and out of her tight pussy hole.  After a few strokes of her pussy, she turned to me, lowered her face to my neatly trimmed bush, pushed her pussy juice soaked finger into my mouth and began to use her tongue on my delighted cunt.

 

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, Kori.” Laura gasped after slathering my now sopping pussy.  “Please tell me you like this and you don’t hate me!  You are so beautiful and I just had to find out if your sweet pussy tasted as good as I imagined!  You are so fucking delicious!”

 

I was somewhat shocked to hear Laura using language like this.  She never used the “crude” words!  It excited me to hear her talk about me this way.  Her tongue was driving me wild!  I felt her tongue plunge inside my tight pussy, then back up to my pulsing clit.  She then began to slip a finger inside my tight opening and she alternated sucking my hard clit and then using her teeth to tug at my pussy lips and the short brown hair I had left trimmed above my pussy.

 

“Laura,” I gasped, “please turn around so I can taste you too!”  I couldn’t believe my words, but I was so full of lust at the moment, I had to taste my beautiful friends’ pussy.

 

Laura moved around so that her clean shave pussy was directly above my face.  Her musky, sweet scent filled my nose as I pressed my face into her tight butt and wet pussy!  My nose was in direct contact with her tight butt hole as I used my tongue to perform the same delicious acts upon her sopping cunt that she was performing on mine.

 

It may have been hours, or perhaps only moments, but I felt a gush of wetness come from Laura’s tasty pussy, just as I felt my hips begin to convulse and a wave of ograsms flow through me. 

 

Laura collapsed, her wet pussy just inches from my face, her pelvis pressing into my sweating chest.  Laura slid her soaked pussy across my left nipple, and slid her pussy up and down on my tit, as she purposefully raised herself and turn to lie next to me.  I felt her hand return to my warm stomach and down to my soaked cunt.  The lips of my pussy and my clit seemed hypersensitive.  Laura gently nestled her hand over my pussy, seeming to hold in all of the heat built up inside of me.

 

 

Dylan and I were wonder struck at the scene opening before us.  We had turned on the spy cams when we heard first Kori and then Laura enter Kori’s bedroom.  We were expecting maybe to see my beautiful sister and her friend in their bra and panties as they changed into their night clothes.  At best, we had thought we might get to see their sexy tits for a brief moment, in the dim light, as they got ready for bed.  We were in no way anticipating the erotic scene that had just taken place before our eyes and with perfect lighting!

 

Travis and I had manipulated the zoom capabilities of the tiny cameras.  We worked first one shot and then another, zooming in with one camera and then panning out to zoom in with the other.  The love making between my sister and her best friend was totally exotic. Travis and I both sensed that there was more that just female bonding taking place between these two.  They appeared to be genuinely making love!  Or at least what we knew of love.

 

I couldn’t help but continue to focus in on my sisters perfectly shaped breast.  I watched her areola’s darken and tighten as her friend drew them into her mouth.  I used the zoom capabilities to the maximum when I first saw Laura remove my sisters’ pants and panties.  There in living color, right on my computer screen was a close up of my sisters’ neatly trimmed pussy!  There was a small patch of dark brown, almost auburn, hair, about 4 inches long and 2 inches wide, right above my sisters beautiful cunt.  I watched as Laura probed my sisters’ tight cunt with her tongue and licked at her clit.  Damn, it was sexually stimulating sight!   I had thought about how sexy my sister was, but this was beyond my most exotic fantasy.  I kept wishing it was me that was burying my face between my sisters’ legs and making her juices flow to coat my face.

 

Dylan had unzipped his pants and I could see him stroking his cock as he watched the scenes unfolding before us.  I would have joined him had I not had to use both hands on the keyboard and mouse.  I could tell he was ready to shoot his load, but he would stop stroking his cock just as he was about to cum.   As I zoomed in on the small pool of liquid that had seeped from my sisters’ pussy after her mind numbing orgasm, Dylan could hold it no more!  He jumped up grabbed an old bath towel from my floor.  I watched as the streams of creamy, white, and fluid ejaculated from his throbbing cock.

 

We both sat in astonishment for about a half an hour after the girls had ended their lovemaking and appeared to be sound asleep.  My cock was still pulsing as I scanned up and down each of the lovely bodies in the room across the hall.  Each girl now cupping the others pubic mound.

 

Then Dylan spoke.  “I’m going in there.”

 

“Fuck no you asshole!  You’ll get us both in huge ass trouble and my parents will kill me if my sister wakes up and tells them you were in her room while they were asleep!”  I exclaimed.

 

“Dude, think about it.  We saved all of this to a wav.file.  If either of them did wake up we could tell them that we would show the file to all of their friends and their parents!  Do you think they would want that?”

 

Dylan had a point.  I followed behind him as he gently turned the door handle and opened the door.  There in front of us was the beautiful Laura and my sexy sister.  Totally nude and asleep.  My cock was still rock hard.  I walked closer to my sisters’ side of the bed.  As I admired her beautiful chest slowly rise up and down, I undid my pants and began to stroke my rigid shaft.  The girls were both still flat on there backs.  Dylan saw what I was doing and stood at the end of the bed, now stroking his again hard cock.  I could just touch my sisters’ right breast with the tip of my cock as I stroked myself.  I ran the tip over her nipple and watched as the clear pre-cum at the end of my cock coated my sisters nipple.  I reached down with my free hand and gave her perfectly rounded breast a gentle touch.  I watched for any sign of movement.  Dylan was busy stroking his cock now over Laura’s smaller, but still perfect shaped tits.  He pointed to the two wine glasses on the night stand and whispered, “Not only are they asleep, but I think they are probably sound asleep.  Passed out from the wine and sex!  Can you smell this room?”  He questioned.

 

I nodded yes; I would soon come to better know this sweet scent of pussy.  Dylan reached down and slowly slid my sisters’ hand up above Laura’s pussy and onto her stomach.  Still no sign of movement or disturbance from my sister or Laura.  I gathered my courage and slid Laura’s hand up off my sisters’ pussy and to just above her pubic area.  My sisters’ legs were still slightly spread; I dipped my finger into the hot moistness between her neatly trimmed pussy lips.  Her fresh felt soft and puffy.  I slid my finger down her damp slit, and felt it effortlessly slide into her slick, tight cunt hole.  She let out a small gasp, causing me to pause.  Dylan was also fingering Laura’s clean shaven pussy.  I felt the pressure building in my cock as I continued to toy with my beautiful sisters’ cunt.  I was still rubbing my cock around her nipple, when I knew I was about to cum.  I don’t know what came over me, but just as the first jet began to spray from my dick, I aimed my cock at my sisters beautiful face.  Her mouth was slightly open.  Her face still had a shine to it from where Laura had coated it with her pussy juices.  Now my spraying semen was joining it!  I shot jet after jet toward my sisters beautiful face and slightly parted lips.  I still had my finger in her wet pussy, but with the last jet of my jizz, spraying toward her parted lips, I removed my finger, plunged it into my mouth and rubber the tip of my throbbing cock over my sisters beautiful lips, gently parting them and feeling the tip of my cock brush against her teeth.  I milked the last few drops of cum from my cock, into my sisters’ mouth and sucked feverishly on my finger, devouring the flavor of her cunt.

 

Dylan had become so brazen as to place his mouth on Laura’s tit and had begun to suckle her nipple.  I leaned my head toward my sisters’ breast and ran my tongue over her pre-cum coated nipple.  I then lowered my head to breath in the scent of her pussy.  Dylan was now leaning over Laura and rubbing his dick across her shaven mons.  As I flicked my tongue down my sisters’ wet slip, wanting more of her pussy juice, she suddenly moaned rolled over onto her side.  Dylan and I terrified that I had awaked her, bolted from the room.  We ran to my room shut off the lights and pretended to be asleep in my bed.  

 

When no one entered and nothing seemed to be happening, I walked back over to my computer to survey my sisters’ room.  Both girls had moved, they appeared to be spooning, and had gotten beneath the covers!  Damn, we were nearly caught!

 

It was then that Dylan and I shut down the camera’s, each jacked off again and then fell asleep eagerly awaiting the next days promise of even more erotic events! 

 

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That night Alison was told to get into her PJs to before getting ready to watch a horror. I put pillows and a blanket infront of the floor where she could sleep if she wanted too as it would be a late night. My wife took time to clean the dishes and make popcorn for us all, at which point Alison came out not in her pjs but a t-shirt that barely covered her panties. She came rushing to the pillows and got on all fours and faced me. Her t-shirt was rather large and i could see her small perky breasts as she was not wearing a bra. I could barely contain my excitement, until she turned around and i was looking at her ass. Her panties had loosly moved around and she was showing her hairless pussy and butt hole. Luckily my wife was way too occupied so I just sat back and enjoyed the show. But by now my cock was so hard, and i needed to cum really badly. Once Alison got under the covers I rushed to the toilette to jerk off but as soon as I had whipped out my cock I cummed all over my hand and the toilette seat without even having to jerk myself.

I had not felt this horny since i was an early teen. It was awesome.

“Damn.  I know I said: What man wouldn’t want to die with his face full of a young girl’s pussy.  But that’s not what I meant.”  Tommy was still trying to catch his breathe. 

After a little more work he slid her down to where her breasts were laying on his face.  He was totally enjoying them lying there, but he knew that right now wasn’t the time, especially with the water, from the shower, starting to get cold.  Tommy was starting to shiver, but he also noticed that the cold water was starting to bring Amanda back to consciousness.  Tommy was happy about that.

Amanda was shivering, but she wasn’t sure why.  Finally she remembered where she was and what she had been doing.  That brought a smile to her face. 

“I see your back with me.”  Tommy said.

Amanda sat up and looked at him lying in the bottom of the tub.  “I passed out again.  Didn’t I?”  Amanda asked Tommy.

“Yeah, you passed out again.  But that’s a good thing the way I see it.

“It’s a good thing? How do you figure that to be a good thing?”  Amanda asked Tommy, with a puzzled look on her face.

“It just shows that I’m doing something right.  The only difference this time is that besides trying to drown me with that sweet squirting pussy of yours, you were also starting to suffocate me when you passed out and sat on my face with your complete weight.  I’m glad you don’t weigh a lot.”

“I’m glad too.  I don’t think I could find anybody else as great as you.  You are the only one that I ever want to be with.  The only thing that I’m worried about is my mom.”

“Well, that’s something we’ll have to deal with when the time is right.  I’m just not sure when that’ll be.  Right now we should be thinking about getting out of this shower and drying off.   I’m freezing.  I can’t see passed you but I’m sure that my dick and balls have started to shrivel up from all of this cold water.  They probably look like they belong to a ten year old boy.”

After Amanda stood up she looked down at Tommy’s dick and had to agree with him.  Hell if it would have shrunk any smaller he might as well of not had anything down there.  Amanda wasn’t worried though.  She new that after Tommy warmed up some, her all day sucker would be back to normal.  She reached out and cupped Tommy’s dick and balls in one hand.  Her hand was completely covering them.  She started to give a little laugh and then said to Tommy.  “You are probably feeling like a perv because of what we have done the last couple of days.  Well now I know how you feel.”  She gave his cock and balls a little squeeze.  “I feel like I’m holding a little boy dick and balls in my hand.  Look it’s so small that I don’t even have to use two hands, only one.” 

“Oh you think you’re funny huh.  Well I know just how to teach a bad girl who likes to make jokes about shriveled up dicks.” 

After Tommy had shut off the water and climbed out of the tub, he reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom where he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“So you think you’re funny?”  Tommy asked with a serious look on his face.  He wasn’t’ mad though.  Tommy was just having a little fun with her.

“Yes I do.  So, what are you going to do, punish me?”  Amanda replied with her arms crossed over her breasts and a look on her face that pretty much said she was daring Tommy to do something.

Without any warning Tommy pulled her to him and bent her over his legs.  Tommy knew he surprised her by the startled look on her face when he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.  He could also tell that he had also scared her because she pretty much froze when he laid her across his legs.

“Now young lady, if you remember correctly, your mom gave me permission to bust your butt if I needed to.  So do you still think that it was funny to make fun of my cold, shriveled up dick that is now under your belly?” Tommy was totally enjoying himself at that moment.

Amanda was actually getting a little scared.  With the way Tommy was acting she was certain that he was really upset with her.  Right then she tried to push her self up hoping he wasn’t serious about busting her ass.  She didn’t get very far.

“Oh no you don’t little girl.  You’re not getting away that easily.  Tommy pushed her back down across his legs.  This time he could feel her breasts against his legs.  He could tell her nipples were getting hard and he liked that a lot.

“Tommy I was just joking.  You know that, don’t you? I’m sorry if I made you upset.”  She was really taking him serious now.  Amanda was about ready to cry.  What was really strange is that she was starting to get exited over what was happening.  That really confused her. 

SMACK!!!

“Ouch! Damn Tommy that hurt.”  Amanda could feel the sting from that swat.  The two swats he gave her earlier weren’t as hard as that one was.  They were just play swats.  Her ass cheek was really starting to sting.

SMACK!!!

“Tommy, take it easy.  Damn you’re going to bruise me if you keep that up.” 

Amanda noticed that with that swat Tommy didn’t pull his hand away from her ass, but instead gave it a squeeze and gently rubbed his hand across both cheeks.  This was starting to get her wet.  Amanda never thought she would get off from someone spanking her ass but this was starting to work.  If Tommy kept that up she was going to be dripping onto the floor.

Tommy was starting to get hard.  Spanking Amanda’s ass was really starting to excite him.

SMACK!!!

This one was a little lower so that when he made contact and then went to squeeze her ass, his fingers would brush against her pussy.  Tommy was surprised to find out that her pussy was wet.  He was certain that it wasn’t the water from the shower because this was really slippery on his fingers.  He lifted his fingers to his nose to smell them.  That made his cock completely hard and had it rubbing against her stomach.

“Damn she is turned on by this.”  Tommy thought to himself.

After smelling her scent on his fingers, he then lightly sucked her juices off of them.  To Tommy there was nothing better in the world then her sweet juices from her pussy.

Tommy wasn’t done yet.  “So do you still think that it was funny? Oh look at that.  You’re such a naughty girl.  You’re pussy is getting wet from these spankings.  You’re not supposed to like them.  Oh no.  This is supposed to be teaching you a lesson.  Now stand up.”

Amanda stood up and wasn’t sure what to expect next.  She knew he liked this as much as she was and she wasn’t ready for it to stop.

“Now you bad little girl, I can see you need to be punished some more for enjoying this.  Climb up here on the bed.  Get up there now!”  Tommy growled at her.  “No, get on your hands and knees.  Now it’s time to spank that pussy.  Naughty girls need to have their pussy’s spanked when it gets wet from having their ass spanked.”

Amanda did as she was told.  She was pretty sure that he was getting ready to either eat her pussy again or shove his dick in it.  Instead she got exactly what Tommy said he was going to do.  He spanked her bare pussy.  Amanda let out a squeal. 

Tommy made sure to not hit her pussy as hard as he did her ass.  It was just hard enough to actually startle her when he did it.  He smiled when he heard the squeal escape from her lips.  He could see that she was enjoying this even more.  With that he gave her pussy two more swats.  When the last one made contact Tommy heard Amanda let out a soft moan.  That was it.  Tommy couldn’t take any more.

Tommy positioned his self behind Amanda.  His cock was at full attention and wanting its prize that was directly in front of it.  Tommy stroked his cock several times making sure to rub all the pre-cum, which was coming out the tip, all over the full length. 

Amanda knew he was behind her but wasn’t sure what Tommy was up to.  What she did know was that she wanted his cock inside her but she didn’t dare move and didn’t even try to look behind her to see what he was doing back there.

“So little girl, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Tommy I have.  I’m sorry.”  Amanda was grinning the whole time she said that.  This was a game she discovered that she liked.

“Well then.  I would say its time to make you feel better.”  With that, Tommy walked up to her and placed his hands on her hips.  He gently pulled her back a little to the edge on the bed.  He was hoping that he wouldn’t explode as soon as he touched his cock against her pussy.  This was going to be a new experience for her.

Amanda felt his hands on her hips and was anticipating what was getting ready to happen.  Her friends had told her how much they liked to be fucked from behind.  Most of them said it was their favorite position to be in having sex.  Then, she received what she had been waiting for.

Amanda let out a loud moan and tilted her face to the ceiling.  With one quick thrust she felt Tommy bury his cock to his balls inside her.  She knew Tommy was concentrating very hard to not cum right then.  She didn’t want him to cum yet either.  After about what seemed like forever, she felt Tommy start to pull back out some and then push all the way back into her.  Amanda then dropped down completely onto her arms.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted this any other way ever again.  It was like his cock was reaching areas that it hadn’t reach before.  With every thrust into her she would push back against him. 

Tommy was totally in another world at that point and time.  He looked down to a sight, which to him was the most beautiful thing in the world.  The view of his cock sliding into Amanda was breath taking.  He started to notice that she was pushing back against him.  Perfectly in time with his every thrust. 

Both of them had increased the speed of their thrusts which increased the volume of the moans and grunts coming from both of their mouths.  The only other noise that both of them noticed, was the sound of Tommy’s hips slapping against her ass cheeks.

Tommy leaned over Amanda’s back, never slowing his thrusts, and pulled her up to him.  He had one of her breasts in one of his hands and was very lightly pinching and twisting her nipple and then gently squeezes her breast.  With his other hand he reached down to his other goal.  Slowly he started playing with her clit.  Every time he would make a complete circle around it, Amanda would shake all over.  Tommy started to feel Amanda falling forward, out of his arms.

Amanda fell face down onto the bed and dug her fingers into the sheets.  She was trying so hard to not cum but with Tommy’s cock in her pussy and with him reaching around her and playing with her clit it was more than she could stand.

“Ooohhhhhhhh shit Tommy you’re going to make me cum.”  Her whole body started to shake so uncontrollably that her legs slid straight out from under her.  What she didn’t expect was that Tommy never became separated from her.

Tommy landed on top of Amanda and just kept thrusting into her.  He was just about ready to cum but was trying, with all his might, to hold back till Amanda was ready.

“Oh yes Tommy.  Right there, keep pushing your hard cock into me like that.  Oh shit that feels so damned good.  Oooohhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!  Ooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Yes Tommy Yes!  Oh shit Tommy don’t stop! Oh yes fuck me Tommy! Fuck my pussy! Fuck meeeeeee!!!!!!  AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Amanda exploded all over the place. All her other orgasms didn’t even compare to this one.  With every thrust into her pussy, she would squirt again.  It was like it wouldn’t stop and she didn’t want it to.  Amanda started to almost scream when she felt another orgasm start.  Her fingers were dug into the sheets so far that she wondered if there would be holes in them where her nails dug in.  Right then, Tommy pushed straight into her cervix.

Tommy wasn’t going to last much longer.  He knew she would have several orgasms before it was done, so he kept fighting the urge to let it all flow from him.  Finally he stopped holding back and gave one massive push into her.  He felt his cock hit her cervix and stop for a split second, before pushing through and releasing his seed into her womb.  Tommy reached under her, pulling her tight against him, the whole time keeping his cock buried deep inside her.  He felt every spasm of her pussy on his cock.  It was like it was trying to keep him in there and never let him leave.  Finally he stopped cumming and just laid there on top of her, feeling every little spasm of her body when he would make his cock twitch inside her.

After several minutes he rolled off of Amanda and onto the bed.  He was still breathing hard and didn’t want to even try to move.  Tommy looked over at Amanda, who had already turned towards him, and just laid there watching her trying to catch her breath.

Every time Amanda tried to move towards Tommy, her whole body would start to shake and make her feel like she was going to pass out.  She was starting to think the shuddering was never going to stop.  When it finally did she slid over to Tommy and kissed him long and deep.  She didn’t know of any way that she could ever repay him for the way he made her feel all the time.  Not just when they made love, but just being around each other.  Amanda finally broke the kiss and looked at Tommy.

Tommy could see she wanted to say something.  “What’s going through that head of yours?  I can see you want to say something.”

“I do, but I just can’t put it into words how you make me feel.  I don’t think I have ever been this happy, ever.  You know how they say that there is someone out there for everyone? Well, I think that we are meant to be together.  I really do.  I want to always be with you Tommy, always.”

Tommy believed every word that she said.  He also agreed with everything she had said.  He didn’t want to be with any other woman.  The other day he wondered what Sarah looked like without anything on, but now, that didn’t matter.  Tommy had his woman right there in his arms and he wasn’t going to let anything separate them.

“Amanda, when your mom gets back, you, or we, need to sit down with her and talk about this.  There is no way we can keep this a secret from her.  She will figure it out sooner or later and I really don’t want to be sneaking around behind her back.  That wouldn’t be very fair to her.”

Amanda laid there thinking about what Tommy had just said and she completely agreed with him.  She loved her mom very much and didn’t want to hurt her in any way.  So, in a couple days they were going to have to talk to Sarah about everything that has happened while she was gone.

Neither one of them had even realized that it was already a little after 5:30 pm so both of them got dressed and went down stairs to start making dinner.  It seemed like every time they had sex they felt like they were starving when they were finished. 

“So what are we going to have for dinner?” Amanda asked Tommy while holding him around the waist.

“I’m not really sure.  How about we make some chicken, mashed potatoes and what ever else you want.”

“That sounds good.  Do you need any help?”

“I’ve got it covered.  You can go in the living room and watch TV or something.  Let me take care of everything.  Now scoot.”  Tommy lightly swatted her butt.  He didn’t want to swat it too hard especially since she was only wearing some extremely skimpy panties, and one of his button-up shirts.  He could still see the hand prints from earlier on each ass cheek.  Damn she looked so damned sexy dressed like that.  Tommy just stood there smiling while watching her walk back into the other room.

When everything was finished he brought the plates of food and two cups of juice into the living room.  He figured that they could just sit in there and eat.

Amanda saw Tommy come walking into the living room carrying the plates of food and the drinks.  She couldn’t believe that he was waiting on her like this.  It kind of surprised her. 

“Thank you Tommy.  I could have come in there to get it.”

“I know.  But I didn’t see any reason for you to have to get up.  Actually I thought you might have fallen asleep in here.”

“Actually I did take a short nap and now I feel like I could go at it some more.”  Actually she didn’t feel that way but the look on Tommy’s face was worth saying that.  Amanda actually felt exhausted, even after her nap.

Tommy’s had a look of shock and surprise by what Amanda just said.  He didn’t see how she could be fully charged already.  If she was, then he was going to have to disappoint her because there was no way he was going to be up to it.  Right now the only thing that was on his mind was eating dinner and getting some sleep.  He was completely exhausted. 

After they ate dinner and cleaned everything up, Tommy went back into the living room to watch a little TV.  Tommy looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 9:00 pm.  He figured he would stay up about another half an hour before going to bed. 

“Tommy, I’m going up stairs for a minute.  I’ll be back down.”

“Ok.  Well I won’t be down here much longer.  I’m like really tired.  So I won’t be too far behind you.”  Tommy watched Amanda head upstairs, admiring her until she was complete out of site.  He sat there for a few more minutes and decided to just go to bed.  After shutting everything off and making sure the doors were locked, he went up stairs.

When Tommy walked into the bedroom he found Amanda already in bed under the covers.  Apparently she came up here to change the sheets because there was a different set on the bed.  She looked so beautiful lying there sleeping.  This was the first time that Tommy was able to get a good look at her while she was sleeping.  She looked like an angel laying there.  Tommy turned out the light in the hall and then went and climbed into bed.  He tried to get into bed as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t disturb her.  Slowly he worked his way over to her, put his arm over her and then leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“I love you Amanda.”  Tommy whispered to her.

“I love you too Tommy.”  She wasn’t even awake.

Tommy smiled and leaned over and kissed her again.  He could see a smile on her face.  Once he was lying down behind her he felt her push herself back towards him, till her back was completely against him.

Tommy’s cock was up against her ass but it never responded to it.  He guessed his cock was exhausted also.  Once he was lying still Tommy fell instantly asleep.  That night was the most content and restful sleep Tommy has ever had.

The next morning neither one of them woke up till almost 9:00 am.  When Tommy woke up he felt completely rested.  He couldn’t believe that they had slept almost 12 hours.  He had never slept that long in his life.  He looked over at Amanda, who was still sleeping, and slowly crawled out of bed.  Tommy had just made it to the bottom of the stairs when he heard a knock on the door. 

“Damn, who could that be?”  Tommy thought to himself, and then headed for the door.  He wasn’t prepared for who was on the other side when the door swung open.

“Sarah, what are you doing here?”  Tommy could feel the blood drain out of his face.

“Well hello and good morning to you also.”  Sarah replied. 

“I’m sorry.  Hi, Sarah, I just wasn’t expecting you back till tonight.  I guess you kind of surprised me.”  Tommy’s heart was starting to beat faster in his chest and he was sure that she noticed.  He was getting really nervous.

“Are you ok Tommy? You seem to be really nervous for some reason.”  Sarah looked over at the couch and didn’t see Amanda laying there.

Suddenly Sarah heard Amanda up stairs calling for Tommy.

“Tommy, come back to bed a little longer.  We don’t need to get out of bed just yet.”

“So, what have you and Amanda been up too while I was gone?”  She was starting to glare at him really hard plus she noticed Tommy starting to sweat.

To be continued…

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"What do you mean, you can't feel her, Amy?"

"She's not there, Daddy, she's gone, I can't feel her! What's happened to her?"

Amy was starting to get hysterical. The solid rock of my life, her and Victoria, and she was falling apart right in front of me. Might as well get this over with; it was not going to get any easier.

"Amy, honey, I'm so sorry, Cindi was killed in a car accident a little while ago." I managed to get it out without breaking down too badly. I had to be strong for my little girl.

Strangely, Amy actually calmed down some when I told her. She hugged me tight, with her head buried in my chest.

"I was afraid something like that happened," she mumbled. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" she wailed heartbrokenly.

"We have to get to the hospital, honey. I have to check on Mom. She was in the accident too, and I have to see how she is doing."

Instantly, the caring, sympathetic Amy kicked in.

"Daddy. Mommy's OK." I just looked at her. Now was not the time to ask her how she knew that.

I saw Katie run out of the house towards us. She had tears running down her face. She hugged us both.

"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Katie asked.

"No. Something has come up. I have to take Amy home."

"She's not going to come back tonight, is she?" Katie asked.

"No, Honey, I'm afraid not."

"I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed, and ran back to the house. It wasn't until much later that I realized what she had said, and what she had not asked.

I got Amy into the car, and drove to the hospital. We were taken into a private room off to the side. A doctor and nurse joined us immediately. Then a state trooper came in to join us. Amy and I were sitting on an exam bed; she was leaning into me and I had my arm around her. She was crying softly, her eyes closed.

I asked the doctor how Victoria was and the police officer what happened. They looked questioningly at Amy, then back to me.

"Amy, honey, do you want to go lay down in the other room while I talk to these men?"

"NO! I'm not leaving you! Please don't leave me alone," she begged, her eyes pleading with me. I looked at them and nodded to go on.

"Your wife is doing well. Some impressive bruising, a few contusions, and some burns on her hands, but all in all, in very good shape. We will probably keep her overnight, but she can go home tomorrow." He seemed relieved that he could give me some good news, at least. "I think once you hear what the policeman has to say, it will be unnecessary to explain about your daughter." He looked pointedly at Amy, who seemed to be ignoring us, just holding onto my arm as if I were going to disappear.

"Your wife was driving through an intersection on what was apparently a green light for her, when a dump truck ran the red light at a high rate of speed and broadsided her car on the passenger side." I felt dizzy and nauseous. In a low voice, he continued, "Your daughter never felt a thing, never knew it was coming. Accident reconstruction says she was looking at your wife and laughing when it happened. She never knew anything. The driver of the truck was killed. It caught fire and burned after the accident. Your wife burned her hands trying to pull him out to save him." They seemed impressed with her heroism. I snorted. They looked at me strangely. I did not tell them that it was likely Victoria tried to pull him out so she could kill him for killing her baby. "It was likely he was already dead before the fire anyway; preliminary evidence indicated he was dead drunk."

Well, at least my baby did not suffer. You have to take the silver lining where you can get it.

I took Amy upstairs to see Victoria. She was sitting in her room, a blank, desperate look on her face. She did not even notice when we walked in. She looked up when I said her name, and I shivered at the haunted, dead, sad look in her eyes. 'I am so sorry, Victoria' my mind cried.

She stood up, and instantly I had two crying, sobbing young ladies in my arms, as Victoria and Amy cried their hearts out. Yeah, I cried some too, but I tried to be strong for my girls.

"It was my fault," Victoria cried, "I took a shortcut so I could get home to you faster. If I had gone the regular way..." She sobbed brokenly.

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Vickie." I said, emphasizing the name.

She looked up at me in surprise. I had only called her Vickie once before, shortly before we were married. We had had our first, and I think only, argument, on a subject I was not flexible on. Afterwards, she admitted she was wrong when we made up (I don't think she really believed that, she just knew when to quit on that subject) and we agreed that if she was ever being a complete ass, I would call her Vickie.

She smiled faintly and squeezed my hand.

We were in a lull during the crying when a police officer type came in. He reminded me of the jerk, Cop #1. He said he had some questions to ask.

"I'll answer them tomorrow," Victoria stated flatly.

"No. Ma'am, we need to talk about them now. It will only take a few minutes. Now, if you will excuse us..." he said to me. What rock did this ass crawl out from under? The first time I ever heard that tone of voice from Victoria, I knew better than to argue with her. In addition, excusing me from the room? With that attitude, and the present mood Victoria was in, I had no doubt who was coming out of that room alive. Victoria and Amy, almost as one, jerked their heads around and looked at him. Ever hear the terms "Eyes on fire", "Eyes ablaze", or "Flames shooting out of their eyes"? I have seen it now. I had not seen that look on either one of them before, and I certainly did not want to find out right now what it meant. I realized I now had a side bet. Which one of them would kill him first.

I put my hand on his arm. "This is a really bad time. She said she would answer the questions tomorrow. We will see you then. Thank you for coming," I dismissed him politely.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to..."

I tightened my grip on his arm and started moving him to the door as I saw both Victoria and Amy start to get up.

"I don't think you heard me or the lady correctly. No. Now get out of this room while you still can."

There we go. He saw Victoria's face. His eyes widened, and he left, quickly.

"Thank you." Victoria hugged me. "One of these days I need to do something about this temper of mine." I don't think she realized what Amy I had noticed long ago - her temper only showed up when the situation involved the well-being of the girls. I smiled weakly at her.

"That's ok, honey. I'm desperately looking for someone to beat the shit out of too."

She looked stricken. Amy looked up, eyes softening too. "Oh, God, honey, I forgot all about you. I'm so sorry, Patrick." That was a sign of how upset she was. She never calls me by my name. She and Amy came over and held me this time. Amy whispered in my ear.

"It's ok to cry, Daddy. Really, it is." I just couldn't, not much.

I decided we would sleep in the hospital room that night, all three of us. I talked to the head nurse and the doctor, and told them that we were not to be disturbed, for any reason, protocols be damned, unless we called for them. Then I called Chief Haskin, told him about the accident, and asked him to keep his people away from us tonight. I told him about the busy body that had already showed up, that I didn't know what Victoria would do in the mood she was in if someone showed up, and Amy was just as bad. I heard his intake of breath, as he no doubt remembered Amy disarming one of his officers and the rumors he had heard and things he suspected about Victoria, and he assured me no one would be there unless we called.

We got ready for bed. I had grabbed a nightgown for Victoria and Amy before I left the house, plus a few other things. Amy looked a little uncomfortable, and finally, she and Victoria whispered in the corner. Amy went into the bathroom while Victoria came over to me.

"She thought we might want to be alone for awhile, for some special time," Victoria explained. "I told her we wanted our little girl next to us all night long." She looked at me questioningly, her eyes pleading with me.

"I agree. I don't know if you have noticed this yet, but she is deathly afraid of being alone. I don't want her alone tonight."

Amy came back in, and looked nervous. I went up to her, hugged her, then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, then Victoria and I got on either side of her and sandwiched her in the ultimate snuggle. Amy clung to me all night long. If I had to get up, she whimpered, and then clung to Victoria. When I came back, she clung to me again. I think she cried almost the whole night. I held her and told her we loved her again. That's all I told her. I knew it would never be all right for any of us ever again. I did not see how it ever could be. Once again, I was wrong. Sometimes I really get sick of being wrong, but this time I was glad I eventually was wrong.

The next two weeks were the worst times we have ever had, the worst I could ever envision it could be. If it gets worse than that, I do not want to be here.

Amy slid downhill very spectacularly during those two weeks. The first three days, I expected it. She had lost her twin sister and best friend, for heavens sakes. After a day or two, Victoria and I started to get back to normal. You have to. You do not forget, but you have to; you have to cook, clean, wash, plan a funeral, talk to relatives. After three days, you just have to start acting normal again because you have no more energy to grieve. I always wondered how people in interviews a week after a loved one died talked normal and did not cry. Now I understood. I was not out of energy due to grieving; that would come later. I always took a long time to react emotionally to things. And this was so big. However, I was out of energy, just trying to help and be there, do things for my girls.

The funeral was a mess. Everyone showed up. There were so many people to talk to. I have always hated funerals, but this one was the ultimate. One thing Amy and I agreed on - we refused to go up and see Cindi in the casket. I would remember her from the last night we spent together, or in many other ways, not as a lifeless doll lying in a box. I was afraid if I heard someone say that classic line "Oh, doesn't she look so natural, just like she's asleep", I was going to say, "No, actually she looks just like she is dead!" I spent my time comforting Amy, and to a lesser extent, Victoria. However, every time I approached Victoria, she shortly sent me back to Amy. She said Amy needed me more.

Finally, it got too much for Amy, and she fled the room, crying. I went after her, and found her sitting on a bench, knees pulled up to her chin, arms around her legs, crying. I sat with her, and held her. I didn't know what to say, and she didn't seem to want any conversation. We never went back in.

They had sort of a memorial service in the school gymnasium. The whole gym was packed full. Knowing how upset Amy was, they did not string it out too long. Someone did get a reaction out of her, though. Towards the end, Katie walked up to the microphone. She said she had a special tribute for Cindi and Amy. She was the only one that included Amy too. She then sang, a capella, the most beautiful rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings I have ever heard. It was a special favorite of mine, because it was the song Victoria picked to be sung to me at our wedding. No one even knew she could sing. She had the most beautiful, clear, bell-like soprano voice I have ever heard. When she got to the line, "Did you ever know that you are my hero?" she looked right at Amy and the empty chair that was there for Cindi. There was not a single dry eye in the place. When she was done, Amy, who had not moved during the entire ceremony, got up, walked over to Katie, and hugged her, thanking her. They then held hands as they went to sit down. Amy insisted she sit in the chair set there for Cindi and they sat together the rest of the program. Pretty good for someone Amy never really liked. She reached her when her loved ones could not. As long as someone did.

After that, it got really bad. Amy wouldn't eat. She couldn't sleep at night. She stayed up almost all night, watching TV. Mindless trash she never watched before. Then she would spend all day sleeping in my arms or on my lap. She wouldn't take a bath for days. She insisted on staying in physical contact, or at least in the same room with one of us at all times. This went on and on. Even worse, she turned snotty. The anti-Amy was here. She would tell us to mind our own business, yell at us, or worse, the biting sarcasm. She wasn't teasing now. She had turned into the nasty 13 year old we had always hoped we would not get. The only things that kept me from laying her across my lap and paddling her obnoxious little butt was the knowledge of what she was going through, and the look deep in her eyes that told me she hated what she was doing, but she just couldn't help it. The feeling that there was something going on here that we did not know about; that I was missing something important constantly plagued me.

Victoria and I were so worried, we started keeping an unofficial suicide watch on her. If she ever left the room alone, one of us followed her. Victoria and I were both on open-ended leaves from our jobs, until we got this straightened out. Some thoughtless idiot called Victoria from work about coming in for something stupid; by the time she was done handing their head to them on a platter, I was wondering if she would even have a job. I didn't care - I was sure I could find something for her to do. When I asked her who that was, she smiled faintly and told me it was her boss. I was impressed; I had never heard her set aside work for us so forcefully.

After a few days of this, we decided Amy had to at least bathe or shower or something. I had told Victoria about the baths when Amy was sick - she thought that might work.

I walked up behind her one day and kissed her on the neck. She smiled faintly. Good, I could still get some reaction.

"Come on, Amy, you need to take a shower. You stink, girl." I said. She turned around and gave me a nasty look.

"I don't really care. Stay away from me if you don't like it."

Oops, hit a nerve there. I bent down and whispered in her ear.

"We could take a bath together."

Finally. That got a reaction. She smiled almost prettily, said ok, and got up to go into the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't," I said, as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where I had already run a bubble bath. Well, she didn't exactly squeal in glee, but she did give me a smile, hugged me, and sighed contentedly when she got in. I climbed in behind her, she leaned back against me, and went to sleep.

After two weeks, Victoria and I were desperate. I tearfully told her I thought we were going to lose Amy too, and I could not stand that. Suddenly, all these things started entering my mind that I had forgotten about before. It started with Amy telling me that Cindi was gone; she couldn't feel her anymore when I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. Then I remembered all the times Cindi and Amy had told me that Victoria was ok, and the time Cindi told me that Amy was not ok. The way they communicated without words in the hospital room. The "dream", which I never believed was a dream that they both had in San Francisco. The way they looked at each other, possibly communicating, when they were trying to convince me that Victoria needed me. Maybe there was something here we were missing.

After Amy and I finished her bath, I brought her out into the living room. She promptly sat on my lap and started to go to sleep.

"No, Amy stay awake. We need to talk"

"Don't want to."

"What did you mean the day I picked you up when you said Cindi was gone, that you couldn't feel her anymore?"

Well! That certainly got a reaction. She looked at me with more fire, more anger in her eyes than I had seen in a long time.

"My sister is dead, Dad, and you are wasting my time playing games, asking me questions you've known the answer to for years? Give me a break and leave me alone."

I was not letting this one go. I moved her head, and held it so I could look directly into her eyes.

"Amy, have I ever lied to you?"

"Every Christmas, when I guess my Christmas present!" She smiled slightly. The old Amy was still in there, I just had to find a way to reach it. She was hurting badly in some way that I just did not quite understand yet.

"Ok, Have I ever lied to you about anything important?"

"Christmas presents are pretty important to a little girl," she replied. "Ok, Dad, no you haven't. What is your point?"

"The point is that neither your Mom nor I understand what you mean when you say you can't feel her anymore."

"Come on, Dad, you know what I mean, that place in your mind where Cindi was, where she lived, the place where you could always feel her, know she was there and ok. Doesn't it bother you that she isn't there anymore?"

Victoria and I looked at her blankly. She looked at us closely. Then I noticed something new on Amy's face - fear.

"You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" she whispered.

We both shook our heads. She started crying.

"Oh, God, I really am all alone then! I'm a freak! No one can help me! I wish I had died instead of Cindi! It's my fault. I insisted she go on that trip instead of me! I killed her!" She tried to get off my lap and run into her bedroom, but I held her and wouldn't let her go. She kept trying to get away. She got so desperate she swung around and hit me. Hard. It was so unexpected that I didn't even have a chance to stop her. She had never hit me before. There are just some things you never expect in life, and Amy hitting me was one of them. I felt the room spin, and then I blacked out.

When I came to, Victoria was bathing my head with a warm washcloth. My jaw really hurt. I didn't care for the look in her eyes. I knew she wouldn't hurt Amy, but she was in big trouble. Amy was holding me, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it, please wake up, I love you. Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him." She looked at Victoria, and knew she was NOT forgiven. Not yet, anyway. Victoria's eyes said she had had enough of this and something needed to change. I put my hand on her arm, and had her help me up.

"Victoria, it's ok. She didn't mean it. She can't help it. I know now why she's hurting."

The three of us sat and talked for hours. Victoria and I listened in amazement to a story we never knew or suspected.

It seems that Cindi and Amy had always had some kind of mental connection, since as early as they could remember. They had never mentioned it, because they just thought everyone did it. It was all they knew, so it was normal. They always knew where the other one was. Even on opposite sides of the continent, they knew where the other one was. Specific stuff, like she is in the mall downtown shopping. They couldn't tell what store, but knew the location. They were also able to tell the emotions and feelings of the other one. If Cindi was unhappy, upset, afraid, Amy knew it. They were also able, to a more limited degree, to do the same with Victoria and me. Apparently, Cindi was able to block access to her emotions to a certain degree, as she hid from Amy her emotions when she was being raped. Amy did not know how she did that. There were also some times lately when Cindi had been blocking her, from emotions that lasted a few hours. Amy got the impression that they were very intense, and were happy emotions, so Amy didn't worry about it. I could tell her what those were, but I was not going to! The last two years or so, starting in San Francisco, they started to be able to pass some rudimentary thoughts to each other. Their ability to monitor our emotions had gotten stronger. Hence, the ability to tell that Victoria was in trouble in San Francisco. And the ability to tell she was ok. They had lied about it being a dream, because by this time, they were beginning to realize that this was not something everyone could do. They didn't want to be thought of as freaks. They still thought that all of us in the family could do it, at least to some degree, until Amy found out differently today. Apparently, there was a little place in her mind where the knowledge of Cindi lived; it was always there, the feeling that she was ok, happy, etc. Now, that place was empty and black, and Amy was inconsolable. Imagine losing your eyesight. How devastating would that be? This was worse, maybe like losing your eyesight, your favorite sister, and your best friend, all at once.

"So, this is how, when we were in the altercation with the policemen, you told Cindi to stop Mom?"

"Well, yes, but how did you know about that? Cindi wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this stuff, we promised each other."

"Cindi didn't tell me; I heard you, loud and clear, but your lips never moved."

"That is new; I have never been able to do that before." She bit her bottom lip; she didn't seem to care for that at all.

We finally talked ourselves out. We had no solutions. Amy had lost something invaluable, that meant the world to her, and it was irreplaceable. Although we could never replace Cindi, we could fill our lives with other people, other friends. She could not do that. In many ways, Amy was even more upset now that we had talked. She knew she was truly alone in the world; no one was going to come save her. She wasn't sure she wanted to go on.

I was very upset when we went to bed. I had hoped that this would somehow make things better, knowing what the problem was, and all I had done was made it worse. I cried that night, after everyone was asleep. Not grieving for Cindi; I still had not gotten there yet, but grieving for Amy. A lost little girl that I had just hurt even more. I wished I could help; I would do anything to help this lost little girl find her way. Amy's arm tightening around my waist, her little kisses on my neck, and her head on my shoulder dropping her own tears told me my tears had not gone as unnoticed as I thought.

The next day, Sunday, things were even worse. Amy was, if possible, even more surly, rude, and obnoxious. I could see in her eyes how much she hated herself for it. She stayed in her room most of the day. We let her keep the door closed because we did not want her to think we didn't trust her, but we made a point of checking in with her on an irregular basis, but at least every hour or so. That pissed her off even more.

Victoria and I were sitting there, holding each other and trying desperately to think of something to do, when there was a timid little knock on the door. It was 11:00 in the morning. I remember looking at my watch, as it was an odd time for visitors. When I answered it, Katie was standing there. After I let her in, she just stood there, looking lost. Finally, she spoke.

"I am so sorry, Daddy." My eyes welled up with tears at that. She looked so much like Cindi, and she called me Daddy! "I would change places with her if I could. I would gladly take her place if it would bring her back," she sobbed. I looked in her eyes, and I knew this sweet little girl was telling the truth. She would, gladly. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I love you so much, I would do anything for you, anything at all," she whispered in my ear as she cried.

Finally, I pulled away from her. "So, did you just come over here to make me cry, or is there something we can do for you, little girl?" I said flippantly, trying to get a handle on my emotions. She giggled and looked at me speculatively. Then she got serious.

"Amy needs me. Now," she stated.

"Well, you know where her room is. Be warned. She is in a nasty mood. I hope you can cheer her up."

She smiled gently at me, said hi to Victoria, walked over to Amy's room, opened the door, and walked in, shutting the door after her. That was strange, I thought. Katie is impeccably polite. She never enters someone else's room, or house, without knocking first. Even if she has just been there. I shrugged, and went back to Victoria.

One hour later, there was still no sign of Amy or Katie. I went to her door, and knocked.

"What?!?" Amy hollered.

"Are you ok? You guys need anything to drink?"

"I know where it is if we do. Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!"

"Oh, Amy!" I heard Katie's voice, sounding angry. "You can't talk to him that way! He's your father."

"They won't leave me alone. I'm sick of it!"

"Amy, they are hurting too. Maybe worse than you. You lost a sister. They have lost two daughters, the way you are acting. Do you know what I would give to have a father like that? They love you so much..."

At that point, I stopped eavesdropping, feeling guilty. I sat down next to Victoria again. She saw the look on my face, and did not say anything. After another two hours and no Amy or Katie, I just had to risk Amy's wrath and check again. I knocked on the door again.

"Amy, honey, you ok? Is there anything I can get you?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Thank you." Amy's sweet voice answered me. A pause, then apparently feeling bad for her nastiness at my last knock, "I love you and Mommy, Daddy!" I was too stunned and choked up to even answer. Victoria took one look at my face and knew something had happened.

"What happened?" she asked fearfully.

I smiled and said "Amy's back and I hope she stays."

Amy and Katie finally came out of the room at 5:00. Amy was smiling and they both had been crying. They hugged, and Amy asked Katie if she would see her in school tomorrow. Katie said absolutely. Amy went into the bathroom. Katie started to leave, and then walked over to me. She sat on my lap and whispered in my ear.

"She's ok. She will be fine now. It's ok now."

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you for giving me back my little girl. I can never repay you enough for this. Anything you ever want, just ask."

She giggled. "Careful what you say, I just might take you up on that!" She kissed me softly, then got up and went over to Victoria. They whispered too softly for me to hear. Katie giggled and blushed. Katie, blushing? I am probably glad I missed what was said there! The hugged, and Katie left.

A few minutes later, Amy came into the room. Her face was scrubbed and her hair was combed. Victoria had moved over to the couch next to me. Amy came over, and squished herself down in between us.

"Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry! I've been such a brat lately. I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I promise I will try to do better. Mom, please, please forgive me for hitting Dad. I love you both."

We cuddled together for quite a while, and then we all went out for pizza and pistachio ice cream. Well, ok, there are some disadvantages to being a happy family again.

Later, after Victoria went to bed, Amy and I stayed up and talked for a while. I asked her what had happened with Katie.

"Oh, nothing really. We just talked. She made me realize how lucky I was to have parents like you-guys. Made me see what a snot I had been. Dad, I am sorry. Cindi was so important to me." Her eyes were getting wet again. "I just lost it and went to pieces. I'm sure I will have bad days again. Katie will help. She's really nice. She's kind of like Cindi. And she really likes you!" She giggled. Oh, God, how I had missed that sound!

I may not be a certifiable genius teenager, but I can tell when the subject is being changed on me. She was good, though. I let her steer the conversation away from my question... Her changing the subject partially answered the question anyway. Just talked, my foot. My daughter never was a good liar. Well, as long as she was better, I was happy. I was beginning to suspect that Katie was a very special little girl, indeed.