Roarke's Folly, Ch. 2 (fMF, incest, Humor) Chapter 3 - Fireworks for 3 The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS. If you are under the age of 21 go away. Delete this document and hope that your parents never find it in their internet archive or trash, because if they do, you are in really deep do-do. If you don't, please understand that the activities presented here are unsafe. I wouldn't do them and neither should you. They make a great pretext for an interesting story, but acting out fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin your life or wind up dead or both. So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time. To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and regular blood all count. I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe. 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Not everyone advertised that their loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first. org 7/3/08 This is my first time writing a story involving under-age characters or incest. I must point out several things here, the law nearly everywhere specifically prohibits both; and, this is a work of complete fiction. Nothing in this story has been inspired historical interaction with a real person, but have, in fact, been inspired by fictional ones from other stories here on ASSTR.ORG. I won't say which ones to avoid confusing my characters with those of other authors, or to do anything to dilute the effect of their characters, their plotlines, or suggest trends in their stories. However, certain fans of certain authors might suspect that I may have been influenced by their favorite author, and I give them free reign to guess who in my story here was influenced by any character in their favorite author's stories. I warn you right now, I am not going to tell. Having said this, I have done my very best to avoid copying any detail, mannerism, characteristic phrase, storyline, characteristic original idea of that/those authors insofar as you can while describing the sex act, certain things do tend to happen in certain orders, and certain body parts do have a limited number of names without being ridiculous. There is a person I am hot for right now, she is decades beyond the age of consent, and my endless currently unfulfilled desire for her is fueling all the stories I write here. So, dear readers, while my character descriptions and scenes may vary, there is a person behind all these stories. She just bears no resemblance to the character you see at the end of the writing process. O word replace, thou art a wonderful thing. How easy it is to change names, ages, relationships after writing one of my fantasies about her. If any of my stories bother you. Consider yourself free to do the same, but not to re-publish it. This story is mine in that sense. If for example an incest term bothers you, the term cousin could be changed back to Mr. or neighbor. Age 12 to 28 to 18 to 65 if that's what fires your jets. I really don't mind. It is a little harder than that; but, worth the effort if you really like a story. I can hear traditionalists shuddering, screeching, and protesting the world over at the very idea. Tough noogies. I remember how satisfying it was to do this the first time with a Sherlock Holmes story putting myself as Holmes, a friend as Watson and an evil teacher as Moriarity. This was when the first out of copyright text versions of stories first became available on-line. Yes, this means you could easily insert yourself into all your favorite ASSTR stories. What, you mean you never thought of it before? On to the story! Roarke's Folly (Mf, in, reluc) Chapter 3 - Fireworks for 3 The story thus far: In "Roarke's Folly, Chapter 1 - A Big Surprise", Roarke returns to Oak Park, Illinois on Fireworks Night, to discover that some things have changed since he saw his family last. Surprised in the bushes by who he thought was his cousin Meg, whom he had lusted after since age 12, he got down and dirty with a 16 year old instead, who more-or-less trapped him into having sex with him. By the time they were through however, she had given him her cherry but had stolen his heart as well. Having wrapped herself around his heartstrings, she further got Roarke to him promise that he would let her be her lover until she graduated from high school. Roarke figured that while a two-year commitment was a lot to promise, she had just given him a fantasy-like experience that was worth more than the risks he'd be taking in the future but for the biggest risk: that at the end of two years, he would be totally in love with her and be unable to let her go. But soon Roarke discovers that he has another surprise in store when he finds Meg who introduces her 12-year-old daughter Colleen, the 5'11" girl who Roarke had just finished fucking and committed he now realizes, not two, but four years to. Roarke also realizes that Meg, who he had wanted since he was a pre-teen and is now single because of a rat-bastard ex-husband deserter, wants him to move in with her, but, even if he cannot move in, wants him to promise to do ANYTHING to make Colleen feel loved. Anything. At chapter's end we discover that Roarke has one more surprise coming. Colleen has told Roarke that he has nothing to worry about in making love to her, but this is only true if he wants to be the father of her child. She is right in the middle of her cycle. The experience of the death of her best friend Sue at age 11 has convinced Colleen that there was no point in waiting for anything important in life, especially childbearing, and at chapter's end she Meg and Roarke are watching the fireworks together, but Colleen has Roarke's semen duck-taped inside her vagina and is hoping she is becoming pregnant as Roarke secretly fondles one nipple under a blanket while holding hands with Meg with the other hand as the night's fireworks begin. They resume in Chapter 2. Chapter 2 - Fireworks for Three As the fireworks exploded in the night skies over the village of Oak Park, Meg felt peace for the first time in ages. She was not sure whether Roarke had any answers for her and her family, but Meg knew a lot more than she had at the day's beginning. Their backs up against the old oak, Colleen safely leaning up against Roarke instead of God knows where, and Erin and Sabrina with their Grandma and her other small grandchildren, Meg took a chance and put her hand on Roarke's leg. Roarke turned to her and smiled. He took her hand, looked around, and kissed it between bursts, stealing the little finger of her left hand, which he slipped into his mouth. Meg caught her breath: he was licking it as if it was my clit, she thought. For some reason the idea excited her as much as if he was licking her clit, her face, hidden by the fireworks flushing and her breathing coming fast. Meg wanted to pull the finger away but realized that the big old oak tree hid what Roarke was doing from everyone behind them. No one but Colleen could catch them, and she could only see and if she turned around deliberately to look at them, and for once, Colleen was absorbed in something other than people, she was watching the fireworks and oo-ing and ah-ing like everyone else. Meg gave up the struggle for her finger and turned sideways so that her right breast was firmly rubbing into Roarke's left sude. Turn my nipples hard will he? Let's see what this does for his cock. Then Meg snuggled a little closer to Roarke and put his hand firmly in her lap, slipping her skirt back so that her panties were exposed to him and spreading her legs a little, then guiding his fingers down into the Promised Land. Let's see what he does now, Mr. `I don't think I could stay out of your very fertile bed!' Roarke knew that he was being naughty when he started playing with Meg's fingers. He had mostly wanted to distract Meg from the fact that he was playing with Colleen's right nipple, twisting and turning it under the blanket that she had covered them both with. Just then Colleen was reaching her right hand up under the blanket and rubbing Roarke's cock which was growing stiffer because of the extra stimulation of Meg's breast. The last thing Roarke had expected was Meg to pull his left hand into her skirt and guide it towards her pussy. He looked to her and whispered, "If you want my finger to come visit, I'm willing." He felt like a dog, but he knew that to protect his relationship with Colleen he probably was going to have to fulfill both cousins' fantasies. Roarke withdrew his hand from Colleen's nipple, which caused a slight whimper that he silenced with a tiny pinch. Colleen got the message that it was no longer safe for him to be quite so obvious and satisfied herself with feeling the warmth coming from his hardening cock and leaned her head back to enjoy the warmth and stiffness of it up against her neck. Then she brightened as she realized that she could turn Roarke on covertly, and she moved her head slowly from left to right against his cock as the fireworks burst above, doing her best to excite him further with the back of her head and neck. Meanwhile, Meg whispered back to Roarke, "As long as we're admitting things to each other, I guess I've been thinking about having sex with you as long as you've been thinking about having sex with me. I think its time we stopped thinking and started doing, like starting now." Then she guided his finger carefully under her short skirt, under her underpants, and right into the folds of her hot wet pussy. Her pussy had been empty of another's fingers for so long she thought, and now Roarke's strong, long, thick fingers were caressing her, teasing her, probing her, gently but firmly. She was amazed at how expertly he was turning her on and her heart ached as she wondered how many women it had taken to teach him so much. Roarke's attention was definitely divided. He did his best to somehow please the two women he now loved. Colleen snuggled even closer to him so that his rock hard cock muscles were rigid against the muscles of her neck. It was now easy for her to lift her right hand up and stroke his sensitive organ, tracing soft, stirring designs with her fingers, and more agonizing ones with her nails. Roarke could feel pressure building at the very base of his balls, threatening once again to make him come in his pants at her touch. Roarke was worried that she might make him scream out loud in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Meg had worries of her own as Roarke managed to transfer some of his rapidly building orgasm straight to Meg's clit and vulva - the earthquake began to build inside her loins. "Roarke, don't make me come out loud or Colleen will hear me. Just get me worked up and come home with us tonight. We'll put you on the guest couch, I have a change of clothes for you for tomorrow, but once the girls are asleep, I intend to fuck your brains out and make up for lost time." Roarke actually whimpered at the idea, "Meg, are you sure?" "Oh yes, I want to fuck you so badly. I wasted half my life on an asshole. I think a fantasy night with you is something we both deserve." "Are you sure we can be content with just one night, Meg? We've had feelings for each other for a long time." "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Meg shivered as Roarke's stimulation of her clit caused her first minor orgasm. "God, did you go to Clit School or something? I've got to shut up now, just keep that up unless I move your hand." "Close your eyes if it gets too intense," Roarke advised, not without another motive. "Good idea, mmmm,". Meg shuddered again. Another harder orgasm went through her from the base of her clit radiating warmth through her whole body. Then a cool breeze blew across them and under her skirt chilling the wetness covering her sex. Meg shivered again. Roarke worked Meg over silently while going back to Colleen's nipple to keep her from looking back at her mother. Suddenly Colleen's nipple disappeared, she turned a little and he felt his zipper go down like magic. No! She wouldn't. But she did, Colleen had Roarke's cock in her mouth under the blankets, using her basic and primal instincts to excite Roarke even as the explosions got louder and Meg squirmed harder under Roarke's finger work. Roarke could not stand for this. He grabbed Colleen's left nipple and tugged it hard, but she just retaliated and gave the tip of his cock a little teeth, which made Roarke gasp, then Colleen twirled her tongue around his tip and sucked slowly and steadily on it. This just made Roarke increase the tempo of his frenzied rubbing of Meg's inner lips and clit. Moving his fingers in and out of her now as if they were his cock. Meg was shaking now, the only reason Colleen could not see or feel what was happening to her was that she was safely under the blanket giving Roarke head. Meg thought Colleen had just slipped down to get a better view of the fireworks not knowing that she was indirectly causing some of her own fireworks. The outdoor fireworks were approaching their crescendo, Colleen was whispering something between her sips and tugs at Roarke's cock, and Roarke strained to hear her until, suddenly a gap in the fireworks allowed him to faintly hear what she was chanting every so often. "12, 12, 12, I'm 12, 12, 12" followed by an attempt to take him whole down her throat. Hearing that was too much for Roarke - he thought back to the image of her sucking him off naked on her knees earlier in the day when he thought she was 16, an angel, a vision, perfect beauty having just seen her perfect breasts, having just felt her silken skin, having taken her virginity later, all of his orgasms, all of hers, theirs, then the feeling in his gut when he realized her age, and now the sexual naughtiness of her age hitting him as she sucked him off as he frigged off her own mother: 12: "Ghhhhhhhhhh", he bit into his right fist then coughed to cover it. Roarke's other hand stiffened like a rock and pushed deep into Meg, penetrating her like a giant cock and bringing his whole hand with it, a complete surprise to Meg who was shocked into waves of orgasm, "Arrrrrrrrrrrgh." Meg forced herself not to bounce on the ground, quietly damning Roarke for being so good at making her come, yet loving it too. It only made her want more so much more than she had allowed herself in the years since that bastard had left her. Underneath the blanket, Colleen enjoyed the drink of hot Roarke come. She licked him clean even as he kept spurting in her mouth. She was proud that she had gotten most of it down. She cleaned him off and zipped him back up and turned around, getting back into place using the bottom of the blanket to make sure her face and top were clean. She had been careful. Then she let herself feel warm and satisfied and full. Roarke in her tummy, Roarke in her womb, she could still feel the pressure of him there held in place by her innovative duct tape blockade. She would keep them there for three days if she had to. Long enough to do their job. She sighed. Sue would be so proud of her. She missed Sue so much. Colleen had also glimpsed Mom trying to horn in on her action. She had no idea of how well Meg had done, but she was darn well not going to let Roarke forget who he was in love with. After all, his job was to get her pregnant, not Mom. Eventually, Roarke worked his hand down to her nipple again. Instead, she pulled it away and held it up to her lips and kissed it over and over. She then brought his hand against her cheek inside his leg where no one could see, curling to one side away from her mother, to make up for her bad behavior. She felt Roarke relax, and then stroke her hair. She pulled his legs around herself and just held him, the blanket making a fort like she used to play in what seemed like ages ago, before the cancer, before the sadness. For the first time since Sue died, Colleen felt completely safe and protected. Until then she had not known how unsafe she had felt. Silently, Colleen thanked Roarke for that revelation, sighing. Roarke felt a subtle change come from her, not knowing quite what it meant, only that Colleen was suddenly satisfied and relaxed and, vulnerable again. He could tell that she was using him as a shelter now, but from what or from whom? This was the key to why she had ravaged him earlier in the day. For their own good, especially hers, he needed to figure this puzzle out. But for now, she seemed to be at peace, even if it had nearly blown his composure once again, he supposed it was worth it. Who was he kidding, Roarke thought to himself, that was one hell of a blowjob. As Meg's orgasm faded the fireworks climax was beginning. She was glad she had a little time to recover. She took Roarke's left hand and kissed it, sucking her juices off, and heard him groan a little. She would have to take care of him later. God he had made her feel good. Tonight she would make him feel better. She wondered how many times she could make him come. Three? Four? She ought to modify her expectations she realized, he'd had a long drive and was probably exhausted. Still, she'd offer and hope he'd take her up on it. She wondered if he could go five times! Oh, such a long time since she'd even thought of such a thing. Roarke wondered if his poor little penis would ever be the same. How many times had he come today? God, thank your for this blissful day. Thank you for these women. I hope the joy I brought them was in your plan. I most sincerely do not mean them harm. Roarke felt raw and red. Colleen had done an exciting and most dangerous thing. Right in front of her mother! Then again, he had brought off her mother right behind her. Coincidence? Uh-oh? Ha she noticed, had she seen? Was she mad? Hurt? They would have to talk, maybe even tonight? When the show ended the crowd erupted with applause. The fireworks were not as big as downtown Chicago's, but they were still very good and part of the community's celebration, a time to come together. Boy had two of them come together tonight Roarke thought. Colleen had not though. Yet she seemed happy and content, like that cat that had swallow the canary. Oh-oh, she ha swallowed all right, and had he chirped a tweet melody. "Walk us home, Roarke?" As Meg got up she made sure that Roarke got a flash of her pussy, and had a look in her eye that promised more. Roarke wondered if he had any more to give. "Sure!" He helped Colleen up off the ground and she did her best to rub his butt as he helped her up. "Did you enjoy the show, Colleen?" His eyes searched hers for any hint of anger or betrayal, but saw only twinkling and mischievousness. "Yeah, but sometimes I think you older folks get more of a "bang" out of them than we kids do. But I have to admit; I enjoyed these a lot better than last year. Maybe it's the company." Meg was surprised. "Why Colleen, that was, that was downright polite of you. That's the nicest thing you've said to company in months. No dishes for a week." "Really? Just for telling the truth?" What was happening to her Mom? Was she possessed? "Really. Maybe you just like your cousin Roarke, but I'll take those kind of sweet words from you anytime." "Hey," Roarke put in, "I bet my angel princess has lots of sweet things to say. Right darling?" He winked at her and she turned away from her Mom to kiss-face back. "Right. I mean tonight Mom, it was all the company, you included, it was, it was the best time in the longest time, the best day ever." Then Colleen hugged her Mom like there was no tomorrow. Meg was more than stunned. Meg looked up at Roarke like an alien had taken over her daughter. "I agree, and your birthday is tomorrow, maybe we can make that pretty special too." "Can Roarke come and do something with us? Can you cousin Roarke." Then she stopped to think. "Oh, you have things to move in, I'm sure you have plans for all day tomorrow." Colleen went from excited to dejected just that fast as teenagers do. Colleen might look 16 but she was surely still 12 inside, no matter how she tried to play things. "Actually, I can. The truck isn't arriving until after the weekend. I only loaded my car with what I needed until then, so, I actually don't have much planned. All I need to do is sweep out the house before the truck gets here. We have several days for that because of the holiday weekend. If you all have something planned, I can probably fit in somehow." Colleen beamed. She raced to Roarke and kissed him, a smacker. Fast and loud but not hot, just in character she thought. "Oh, thanks Roarke, I'd love it. I'll get to show you off to my friends. Won't they be jealous! They'll be drooling over you. Better watch out!" "Colleen!" Meg was a little embarrassed. "Oh, Mom, you know it's true. Roarke is a hunk. But he's our hunk. We don't have to mention the whole cousin thing do we?" "Not at all, angel princess." Meg wondered to herself, and why am I so glad of that too. Oh, she knew why. The fewer who realized she and Roarke were first cousins, the better. "Look, we're almost home. Grandma has the girls in bed by now, I'd better check on them." Colleen raced upstairs. "That's two weeks without dishes I think. Roarke, you're a miracle worker. You certainly made a miracle for me. Fireworks indeed! Huh, I thought I was going to scream out loud. What if Colleen had heard me?" "She was pretty distracted by the fireworks, but I got carried away. You see what I meant about having a hard time staying out of your bed, Meg." Roarke took a deep breath, and then continued. "As Spock once said, now is the time for total truth between us. I love you, Meg; I've always loved you. I've always had the hots for you in a big way. One afternoon when we were 12 I almost tackled you and pulled your swimsuit off and took my chances that you wouldn't cry "rape". You've only gotten sexier to me as the years have gone on. I'm exhausted tonight, but I can't imagine spending any time under your roof as anything but your lover. If you invite me in, its on that basis Meg, and we won't be able to hide it from the girls or the rest of the family for long." Meg smiled. "God Roarke, and I thought you were the one who was going to cry rape. All those fucking wasted years. Get in here and fuck me tonight, were just going to have to let tomorrow take care of itself. So we can't live under the same roof. That doesn't mean we can't make up for a lot of lost time. And," Meg took a deep breath, "if we have to we can all move to another state and get married there where nobody knows our relationship. The girls get a new dad, I get the husband I should have in the first place. That is, if you still love me when you really get to know me. I can be an awful bitch Roarke, just ask Colleen." Meg began to cry. Roarke pulled her to him, letting her tears soak his stomach. "Meg, Meg, you know she loves you. Look what she did just tonight. That didn't come from nowhere. She loves you." Meg looked up at Roarke, her eyes glistening and realized that he was right. "So if I pounce on you tonight will I fuck you to death?" Roarke grimaced trying to count the times he had come today. "Maybe, but what a way to go. I have to warn you, I might poop out tonight and you might have to wake me up early tomorrow morning to get a rise out of me." "I'm a lark, you know that," Meg grinned, "I'll be up with the dawn whether I like it or not. The trick will be beating Sabrina up. She's the real early riser right now. They walked in to find Colleen walking to the kitchen already dressed in her pajamas, an outfit that nearly gave Roarke a heart attack because it was so short. Colleen was wearing a pink and white baby doll with pink slippers, totally innocent on anyone Meg's height. But Colleen was much taller and the skirt just met the bottoms of her panties. "Colleen!" Meg gave her the once over. "Yes, Mom?" Colleen noticed with pleasure that Roarke had come in with her Mom, if she was really lucky, Roarke would stay overnight. "Colleen, Roarke is staying overnight tonight, I thought you knew that, don't you think that you should wear something?" "Oh, Mom!" Colleen couldn't help laughing. "Roarke saw me in my swimsuit, remember? That's a heck of a lot more revealing than this, even if I pull my skirt up!" which she did. "See, no see-through, lace, crotch-less slits or anything scandalous under here. Now Erin's still running around upstairs naked. I think if you are worried about the virtue of your girls, you might want to run upstairs!" Meg couldn't help laughing. They were both in a giggly mood and Colleen was right. She just had reacted to how short the skirt was. "I'll be back in a minute Roarke, I have to get Erin dressed before she teaches Sabrina this new fad of hers. Help yourself to whatever you want to drink." As soon as Meg was out of sight Colleen went over, grabbed Roarke by the hand and pulled him behind the bar. "I'll say one thing for Dad, before he left us, he sure built us one hell of a bar. If Sissy Tyler didn't have such big tits and such a tight pussy I bet he would never have left it behind. Now what would you like to drink. How about some nice pussy juices?" Colleen moved as if to pull her panties down but Roarke stopped her. "Wait. I know that you're getting off on risking getting caught, but I'm really too tired to enjoy it right now. Please, let's call a time out till tomorrow. After all, you got me to promise to twice the time I thought I was. Did you realize that when you made me promise?" Colleen thought. "I never thought about that side of things. I was keeping my age a surprise, but it never occurred to me that it meant that you were making a longer commitment than you, than you thought. I, I, will it really, really be so hard? The extra time? I mean I thought you, I thought..." "Wait a second. Don't go there." Roarke pulled her into his arms. "When adults make a promise like that, one they mean to keep, no matter what, they have to stop and think out all the implications. So I did think about time, because it meant saying no to job offers in other cities for at least two, now four years. Is it that hard? No. Not when I realize how lucky I am. But I needed to know for myself whether you had thought that far ahead. You hadn't, that's ok. But you better give some thought about what happens to us if after four years we don't want to stop seeing each other. We might have to make some hard choices." "I'm sorry, Roarke. I'm really emotional about this. I wanted you so badly and I didn't expect things to work out, I expected you to reject me and to feel miserable, and unhappy and instead I am so happy I can hardly stand it, but I can't tell anyone. And being this happy isn't something I'm used to." "You can tell me." "Oh, Roarke. I love you." They heard squeals from upstairs indicating that a chase was on with at least one little naked angel princess involved. "We have to talk about my Mom. I started thinking about her on the way over. I know she wants you. I don't really want to, but I think I have to share you with her." Roarke looked at Colleen with extreme surprise. "I don't want to, but, well she saw you first isn't quite the right way to put it, but I know she loves you at least as much as I do and she's very lonely. She probably wants you tonight Roarke. I put this on to distract you, but when I saw the look on her face I realized I was just being selfish. If you can keep your promise to me, I won't mind if you make my mother happy too." "Colleen. I don't know what to say. Are you sure that you can handle that? I think you're right about your mom, but "you" really saw me first when push comes to shove." "No I didn't. I've been mooning over your pictures ever since, well for a while now. Mom's been mooning over your pictures worse than I have AND disappearing into her bedroom and returning smelling of sex. You don't have to tell me what that mea... OH! Roarke! I never said that! Promise me you'll never tell her I said that. Oh, God, she'd be mortified." Roarke looked into Colleen's eyes and let the warmth of his smile calm her. "Not as mortified as you think. I think your Mom has resolved her issues about my knowing about her sexual feelings towards me. Her invitation to stay over was for more than sleep." "Oh, What did you say, Roarke?" "Well, I couldn't exactly tell her that her daughter had turned my weenie into a red raw pulverized mass of desensitized meat with nary a speck of sperm left in me, now could I?" Colleen turned bright red and couldn't help herself from laughing at the image. "Really? That bad huh?" "No, but that's why I'm really glad you brought your Mom up. If you hadn't I was going to. She knows I've wanted her for a long time, that's why I came on to you so hot and strong today when I thought you were her in the first place. I came here fully intending to fuck your Mom's brains out and I still love her, but, but not the way I've come to love you. That was a surprise I was totally unprepared for. I LOVE you Colleen. No matter what, I don't want to hurt you, and nothing that happens between your mother and I will ever stop me from loving you as intensely as I do now. How's that?" "That's pretty good Roarke. So, If you get your poor red weenie up again tonight and she wants you, go for it." Roarke looked at Colleen incredulously. "No, Really, you should do it. Really. As long as we're the only two women in your life, in fact, knock her up if you can. I'd like a baby brother." "COLLEEN!" Smiled at Roarke and took advantage of his shock to pull the front of her baby doll top up over the front of her shoulders, ready to drop back into place at a second's notice, so that he could see that she was topless beneath. She walked up to him and grabbed his face and kissed him hard, her tongue wrestling with his, and then, she pushed his face down to her right breast and tried to push as much of her whole breast into Roarke's open mouth. What could he do? Roarke tried to suck the whole breast in but it was just too big, but he did his best, finally settling for the puffy areola, gnashing it gently with his teeth until she began to whimper. She grabbed his cock through his pants and crushed it, not painfully, but just to hold it, to claim it as her own, and to knead it with her fingers. When she came up for air she said lightheadedly: "Hey, I didn't get the Wii I wanted for Christmas, so asking for a baby brother was worth a shot." She grinned. "That's my way of saying what I said before. We can't control everything in life. So, if things get out of hand, tell me. I love you Roarke. I love my Mom too. I don't know if you can be her everything, but I know that you can make a huge difference. So, if she pounces, and your poor little penis can get up, fuck her brains out. But think of me as you do her!" Then she kissed him, hard again, her lips working their way around his. Colleen was not as very confident kisser now, despite what she had just said, part of her worried that Roarke would break his promise and only sleep with her mother once he started, but she was being more herself now every minute, not playing an older girl seductress. Roarke liked this real Colleen better. Then they heard noise from upstairs, and rubbing his hands against her tits for one last second, Colleen dropped her top back into place and broke away. "How are they, Mom?" "They are too worked up from the fireworks honey, I just can't get them to sleep." Meg was frustrated and mad at herself, she should have predicted this, by the time she got them down Roarke would be too passed out for even necking. "Why don't I take over with them for the rest of the night. You look pretty beat and you still need to get Roarke settled in." Once again, Meg looked at her daughter with surprise. Um, Mom," Colleen whispered, "If you were too tired to make up the couch and Roarke slept upstairs, well, no one would know, would they? You both look ready to fall over and unless you want to put me on the couch and put Roarke in my bed, I think you can trust him not to jump you, unless you want him too." She gave her Mom a long loving look. Then a big smile, a hug and a kiss. "Colleen," Meg whispered back, "Are you trying to give your aging Mom permission to..." "Come off it Mom, I'm not blind. I wasn't the only one drooling over those pictures of Roarke. Now either get in there and do something about your feelings before that Mary Sue whatever moves in on him or..." "Or?" Meg looked at Colleen with worry. "Just, Or." And for once Colleen had nothing to say, turning bright red she ran into the little girls room to read them a story. "Well Roarke, I don't believe I can stand another surprise, but I do believe that my 12-year old angel princess pretty much told me to drag you into my bedroom and haul your ashes!" "That's not the worst of it," Roarke chuckled deciding to let her in on at least one piece of Colleen's adult humor. Meg lifted an eyebrow. "While we're at it, she's put in an order for a baby brother!" Meg felt faint, very faint. Then she started laughing with him, rolling with him, howling with him. Her relationship with Colleen was entering a new phase, one she had not expected and all because of this glorious man. As we'll see in Chapter 3, Roarke's rod had a little more life left in it that evening than he thought. Meg and Colleen had a lot of mutual surprises coming their way too. Also, we'll learn a little more about Colleen's plans, how they fit in to what's going on in town and what her gynecologist has to say. Don't miss it. * * * * This is my fourth work of fiction for ASSTR. It now in its first draft. Nice comments are welcome, others are not. I think I have solved all the basic grammar issued in this release, but if I have not, please leave a comment and I will be happy to fix it. I hate stupid grammar errors in reading stuff online and am ever willing to fix it. Even years later. Send comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com Be sure to say what story you are writing about. I'll just trash flames so don't bother, but constructive writer's criticism is useful. I yam who I yam so it will be awhile before I know what that really means as a writer. Oh, the above is a disposable address, so don't bother adding it to any lists. It will take me less than 5 mins to change it. Thanks. Hope you enjoy my stories. 606_Zip This work is copyright 2008 and is subject to the Berne convention. You may use it on any adult site that does not charge users to view its stories as long as the story is provided complete and intact as it is shown here on the date that you copy it, including this copyright date. You must also provide a link back to this web page and this story link on asstr.org and refer to my as the author. Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, his heirs and assigns, all rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, things, characters, mammals, verbs, insects, chemicals or neurons is entirely coincidental and may be due entirely to your hallucinogenic imagination. More to Come! Rfc2 Version 1 7/11/08