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Island Fever 5: Family
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 16: "Pedigree"
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             -*-  Monday, March 28, 2016  -*-
                -*-  Sandvika, Norway  -*-


   Monday evenings in March did not get much nicer than this.
An even 10 degrees Celsius (or 50 degrees Fahrenheit), a
slight breeze, and not a cloud in the sky.  As a result, our
sleepy town of Sandvika seemed to be bristling with activity.
People were out jogging on the streets, kids were playing with
their friends in backyards, and everyone was luxuriating in
the warmest temperature the city had offered up all year.
Even better, there was still an hour to go before sunset.
   Devon pulled several clips from her hair and let the star
flame, golden locks fall effortlessly down her back, giving
it a flirtatious shake.  She opened her black leather jacket
and let it dangle in the wind, displaying the white sweater
that was only buttoned up halfway and the metallic orange
tank-top beneath for all to see.
   As she walked alongside me on _Leif Larsens Vei_, a street
named after a local military hero from World War II, Devon took
a deep breath, clearly enjoying the savory aroma wafting from a
nearby family cook-out.  Devon absolutely loved to go walking.
It was her idea that she and I venture out tonight for a stroll
following her birthday party earlier (which was a rousing
celebration and full of fun).  Talking, flirting and even a few
intimate exchanges had filled the agenda, and I was no doubt
having a blast with one of my beloved wives.
   As the light changed and it was safe to cross the street,
I checked my cell phone and was greeted with the usual string
of text messages crowding the screen.  I glanced at each of
them briefly.  Scarlett.  Kristanna.  Amy.  Lindsay.  My dad.
Nothing overly important.  Not even the very lame attempt at
a one-line joke from Lindsay.
   Devon, holding hands with me, turned all vibrant and waved
toward an elderly gentleman, who offered her a double-take
and came right over.  "Miss Devon, my favorite ice cream girl.
Well, look at you.  A knockout if I ever saw one!"  The senior
citizen reached his hand out and Devon took it in greeting.
"I haven't seen you in a long time.  Is everything okay?"
   Devon smiled at him.  It was the same dazzling smile she
always gave people.  "Everything is fine, Mr. Schleswig.
I've been really busy the last couple of weeks, but I'm back
to working in the ice cream parlor at the farm.  Why not come
by and see me some afternoon?  We have plenty of your favorite
flavor - apple cobbler crunch - in stock!"
   "I'll have to do that," the man nodded.  Was this dude a
customer that Devon knew from working back home at the farm?
"And how is Kristanna?  Last time I saw her, she was pregnant."
   "Oh, Kristanna is fine," Devon beamed at him, bending the
truth a bit.  "She gave birth to a little baby girl two weeks
ago and could not be happier.  The baby is doing great."  Yes,
Devon was not being completely honest.  But there was no need
to burden an acquaintance with depressing details, right?
   "This is my husband," Devon said, introducing me to the
man.  "Jeremy.  Jeremy, this is Mr. Schleswig.  He has
actually been a customer to the [Kristanna's maiden name]
family farm since it first opened in 1979."
   "It's a pleasure to meet you," I smiled at him.  Indeed, it
was nice to come across a very loyal patron of the farm.
   "Likewise, son."
   "Mr. Schleswig, Jeremy is actually the one who runs the
day-to-day operations of the farm now.  He took it over from
Kristoff and Rande about a year and a half ago."
   "Best organic fruit farm in all of Norway!" he exclaimed.
"Been buying all my produce there since it opened."
   "It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Schleswig," Devon
squeaked.  "Tell your wife and great-granddaughter I said
hello.  Please, come by the parlor and see me sometime."
   I shook my head as Devon and I continued on our way.
   "What?"
   "Everyone loves you.  It's some sort of unwritten rule.
Wherever you go, people gravitate toward you."
   Devon smiled widely.  "Oh, he's just a sweet, old man.
Usually comes in once, sometimes twice a week with his wife
and their great-granddaughter.  Been married 52 years.
That man certainly loves his ice cream."
   "Where to now?" I asked, letting her guide me on our walk.
   "The soccer field," Devon replied, motioning toward the
athletic area at the adjacent _Sandvika Videregående Skole_
(the town's secondary school (i.e. high school) for children).
"Give me a nostalgic glimpse of my own glory days from high
school, growing up in Pennsylvania.  The team I was on, we
won the regional championship for girls' soccer some 14, 15
years ago.  I scored two goals in the championship game."
   "That story sounds somewhat fabricated," I teased her.
Those words earned me an elbow in the ribs.  "Ouch!"
   "Oh, please.  You're such a big baby, Jeremy."
   A few moments later, Devon and I stepped foot on the very
pristine and immaculate soccer field.  The secondary school
went to great lengths to keep it in tiptop condition, and the
wide expanse of green grass was quite picturesque.
   Devon put her hands on her hips and surveyed the scene.
"Totally awesome to be standing here right now.  This brings
back a lot of memories of when I was growing up.  Whoa."
   I never played soccer myself.  In fact, I did not play any
team sports in my younger years, first in Ohio and later in
New Jersey.  I was born with a bad back - scoliosis - and my
parents refused to let me get involved in any organized team
sport activities for fear I may seriously injure myself.  But 
I still played backyard football and baseball games with my 
friends.  And the occasional pick-up basketball game.  I never 
got into soccer, though.  Just did not care much for it.
   But I found myself staring at Devon, literally gawking at
her, transfixed by the way the descending sun layered across
her eyes, making the blue pop more than I had even seen it.
My God, Devon was so incredibly gorgeous.  I just wanted to 
wrap my arms around her and never let go.
   Devon, however, soon got a mischievous grin.  "I think I'm
about to tempt fate and break into that equipment shed over 
there."  She slowly began backing away from me.
   Oh, this was not a good idea at all.  I preferred to live
life by the book, and the phrase _break into_ did not mesh well
with my vocabulary.  "Devon," I called out.  "Hey, maybe not.  
What are you doing?  I'd rather us stay out of jail, you know?"
   Devon lifted her head from the padlock she now inspected.
"Oh, live a little, Jeremy.  Nothing bad will come of it.  I
promise."  I was not given any further opportunity to protest, 
as it only took Devon about three seconds to pop the lock.  
With the storage door now open, Devon proudly emerged seconds
later, dribbling a soccer ball with her foot.  "Wanna play?"
   "Where did you learn to pick a lock like that?"
   Devon offered a lazy smile.  "I was not exactly a saint in 
my younger days, Jeremy.  You know this.  Now, let's play."  
   Devon kicked the ball to me.
   "Fine," I relented, rolling my eyes for emphasis.
   I kicked the ball back.
   And we were underway.  
   Devon and I began running side-by-side, passing the ball 
between us as we went along.  Once we got to the far end of
the field, though, Devon wanted to play keep away, and 
suddenly I was struggling with everything I had to steal the
ball from her.  Devon was so much more adept and skilled at
this game than I was, and it really wasn't even close.  
Eventually, once I was out of breath and felt as if I may die, 
I collapsed onto my back in the middle of the playing field.
   But I was laughing.
   Something about the carefree play loosened both my spirit
and my heart, even though it pounded wildly within my chest
from fatigue.  I may have been more out of breath than ever
before, but there was a certain, euphoric high present, too.
"I see why you like this," I told Devon, who was sprawled out
on her back beside me.  We both stared up at the evening sky.
   "See?  You had fun, Jeremy.  Listen to me more often."
   I turned my face toward Devon's and we shared a smile.
"Perhaps you're right.  I must admit, though, popping that
lock was very criminal of you.  Kind of hot, actually."
   Devon giggled at my playful words as she pushed herself
onto her side and propped her head up with a hand.  As she
looked down at me, the amusement vanished from her face and
was replaced with sincerity.  "Thank you again, Jeremy, for
such a wonderful birthday.  You and all of the other girls
made it the best birthday ever.  Our family is so awesome.
Being a part of this family is the greatest gift of all."
   I nodded, though my body was having a reaction to Devon
being in such close proximity.  "How is it being 30 now?"
   "Just a number," Devon assured me.  "I still feel much
younger.  I'm happier right now in life than I have ever
been before.  Every single day is an adventure, something I
look forward to with you, the girls, all the kids."
   "And how was your lunch date with Alison earlier?"
   "Cool girl," Devon said.  "Reminds me so much of Lindsay,
it's almost scary.  Well, it is scary.  But we had a good
talk.  It was nice to have Alison alone for awhile, and just
get to know each other a bit.  She will fit in fine with us."
Devon's gaze inched its way down my face.  When her eyes
stopped on my lips, I felt it all over.  "You'd like that?"
   "Oh yes."  Was I imagining things?  It seemed as if Devon
closed the distance between us without me noticing.  That
mouth of hers seemed extra close and, I had to admit, it was
an incredibly sexy mouth.  And capable of incredible, sexy
things.  I reached up and swiped a few strands of hair away
from her forehead and reveled in the closeness we shared.
   "What are you doing?" I then asked, a bit thrown off, as
Devon suddenly reached for my crotch with her slender hands
and fingers.  "Devon, stop.  What are you doing?"
   Off came my belt and she unbuttoned my trousers, digging
in and reaching deep.  "Hmmmmm... it's my birthday, Jeremy,
and this is the present I want now!"  I sighed in arousal
as I felt her hand envelop and squeeze my half-hard cock.
   I glanced around in all different directions.  Devon and I
were in the middle of a very public place - the soccer field
at the local schoolhouse - and anyone could easily walk or
drive by, and see us.  Was it a really good idea for Devon to
be giving me a handjob - and perhaps much more minutes from
now - in such a public place?  What if the police came by and
saw us?  I had never gotten in trouble with the law before.
How embarrassing would a public indecency arrest be?
   "Jeremy, settle down!" Devon squealed in encouragement.
"God, live a little.  Let's have some fun."
   I let out a sharp gasp as Devon pulled my cock out of my
trousers with her right hand.  It felt so wonderful, and the
rush of the cool, brisk spring-time air upon my testicles
sent shivers coursing all throughout my body.
   Devon looked to the right, then the left, making sure the
coast was clear, so to speak.  Then she bent over and kissed
the very tip of my cock while situating herself into a more
comfortable position upon the grass field.  Her tongue flicked
and danced across my shaft as I still looked furiously about,
afraid that someone may catch us in such a lewd, public act.
Would they call the police?  Record us with their cell phone?
Post videos of us on the Internet for all to see?
   I groaned as Devon's warm, velvety mouth encased the head of
my cock while her fingertips traced lightly around my scrotum.
I was about to lose my mind!  I watched in the far-off distance
as the street light turned green and a few cars passed through
the intersection.  But it was getting more and more difficult
to worry myself with the idea of getting caught as Devon's
blonde head was now bobbing up and down over my shaft.
   Showing no hesitation or shame, Devon buried her mouth into
my pelvis, moaning and groaning as the vibrations from deep
within her throat tickled the head of my cock.  I was grunting
and breathing heavily myself as Devon decided to up the ante
and increase the suction and pressure with her mouth.  At any
moment, I could have blown my load right down her throat.  I
glanced over at her twisted, contorted body as she managed to
slip a hand between her own thighs, apparently meeting the
urgent need growing in her pussy.  And she fiddled away.
   I stared at the top of Devon's head as she continued to
force her face down, swallowing the whole, entire length of my
erection with each and every stroke.  My wife was rubbing her
sweet, little pussy through the white denim jeans she wore,
clearly just as aroused as I was.  Perhaps the fear of getting
caught in such a public place was a major turn-on for her?
   "Oh God, that feels good," I groaned in response as Devon
was now making audible slurping noises.  I reached over and
ran my hand along the taut, rounded curve of her ass, and
even slipped a few fingers into her back pocket for effect.
I surveyed our surroundings one more time and, fortunately
for us, no one was staring at us.  Yet.
   Devon pulled her mouth away from my shaft to give it a
brief rest, but she continued to stimulate me with her hand.
Oh, that hand felt magnificent.  "I want you to cum in my
mouth, Jeremy," she declared, licking the pulsing underside
of my cock.  She then swirled her tongue along its tip before
clamping her lips around it again and going back to work.
   It did not take long.  Devon picked up speed and now used
both hands, one to frig my cock and the other to play with my
swollen testicles.  Devon worked me like the expert cocksucker
that she was, hand-whacking me to orgasm in combination with 
her exquisite mouth and tongue.
   The first blast of semen was deposited in the back of her
mouth and went directly down her throat.  Devon kept milking
me, desperate for more, wanting it, needing it, craving it.
Each successive spasm, though not as powerful as the one
before it, fed her more of my heavy, syrupy sperm.
   Eventually, the well ran dry.  Devon coaxed the last few
drops with her hand and pulled my cock out of her mouth.  The
voracious hellcat then looked up at me and opened wide,
showcasing an empty mouth, indicating that she had swallowed
every last ounce of my fluid.  She smiled up at me and seemed
to have a satisfied expression upon her enchanting face.
   "Oh my God," I sighed.  "That was incredible!"
   "Yes," Devon purred in agreement, nodding.  "Yes, it was."
   Once again realizing that we were in a very public place -
the soccer field at the schoolyard - where anyone could just
happen on by and notice us, I looked around in all different
directions as I tucked my cock back into my trousers, and
then zipped up.  We still did not seem to have any observers.
If we did, I may have fainted from embarrassment and fright!
   Devon pushed herself up into a seated position and stared
out at the field while massaging her tired, aching jaw.  It
was starting to get dark, and in a hurry.  "It's so quiet,"
she gently mused.  "Listen how quiet it is, Jeremy."
   "Yeah..."
   "I don't know if you've noticed or not," she said to me,
"but this town - Sandvika - it may be the quietest place on
the planet.  Especially our farm.  Sandvika has such a unique
flavor to it once everyone is home for the night.  I love it,
Jeremy.  Places like this field, the farm - there's nothing
at night.  It's so peaceful and quiet, barely even a cricket.
Devon hugged her knees to her chest and glanced outward at the
close of day and the juniper-purple sunset that came with it.
She sighed in utter contentment and smiled knowingly.
   "There's no place I'd rather be."
   Devon seemed so genuine and at ease with her prior words,
and it warmed my heart instantly.  We relaxed in silence for
a little while longer, enjoying the scenery, the atmosphere,
and the quiet but, most of all, each other's company.

                           * * *

   Perhaps it was the gorgeous morning sunshine, or the fact
that Amy had already brewed a delicious pot of coffee for me
before I woke up, but I was in an especially good frame of
mind the following morning.  After showering and dressing, I
feasted on some doughnuts and made my way into the home office
upstairs to get a bird's eye view of the farm from the deck.
It was 10:15am and I saw, off to the side, Pamela and Devon
working together in the vegetable garden.  Piper was playing
with Shredder, her favorite family dog, alongside them.
Henrik and Espen, two of my hired hands, were unloading
supplies from their truck and placing them in the barn.
   I loved _people watching_ to no end, and this morning was
no different.  Way off in the distance, I noticed Kristoff -
Kristanna's father - riding one of the prized horses from the
stable.  Whoa.  Wait a minute!  My own father was with him,
too.  Dad, who was still in town visiting us, seemed to be
having a friendly discussion with Kristoff.  Awesome!
   I thought about the events from yesterday.  Waking up
oh-so-early, only to find Amy, along with Lindsay and Kaylee,
in the kitchen.  Quickly becoming the family's mother hen,
Amy was busy baking cinnamon rolls as a tasty treat for
Devon's birthday.  We were soon joined by Alison, and I was
subjected to the scintillating, albeit forbidden sight of
two beautiful sisters sharing kisses.  Lindsay and Alison
reaffirmed their mutual love, though it was never in doubt.
   I spent part of the afternoon with Scarlett, giving her a
bubble bath and then a slow, full-body massage.  That baby of
ours could not come soon enough.  Scarlett was ready to give
birth and, truth be told, it could happen any day now.  But
her due date was not until next week and we could, quite
conceivably, have to wait two, if not even three more weeks.
Scarlett was so exhausted and frustrated from being pregnant,
though, and I doubted she could withstand that much longer.
   Devon's birthday party, as noted earlier, was a rousing
good time.  Many of the girls had fun at her expense, as the
theme of the party was that Devon was 30 now.  Lindsay found a
big sign and hung it up that read, "HOLY #%@*!  YOU ARE 30!".
The dining room was decorated with "Over the Hill" balloons.
Kristanna got Devon a special bingo board game with terms
such as blood pressure, colonoscopy, hearing aid, geriatrics,
tired, ornery, hard arteries, menopause and antique on it,
and many more.  It was all in good fun and Devon took the
playful ribbing in stride.  But Devon also made note that
several of the girls (Pamela, Trish, Amy and Scarlett) were
actually older than she was, and thus, had no place to talk.
   After Devon and I returned from our after-party stroll
last night, which included the blowjob at the schoolhouse,
she and I watched the animated movie _Toy Story 3_ with
Kristanna and an enthralled Kaden, who could never seem to
get enough of the film.  Actually, Kristanna fell asleep a
third of the way through the movie.  Devon and I simply let
her be while we kept Kaden engaged and happy.
   Today was a new day, however, and my mindset at the current
moment as I stood atop my office deck and surveyed the farm
below was centered squarely on Alison.  I was slowly but
surely falling in love with the girl.  There was no denying
it, and no need to fight it.  I was done fighting it.
   Alison had plans of going out with Amy after lunch for a
day of shopping at the local mall.  Would Alison return later
on with a couple of new outfits?  Or would she be the second
coming of Mount St. Retail?  That was my nickname for Lindsay
whenever she went out shopping at the mall.
   The heat between Alison and yours truly was unmistakable.
My feelings for her were starting to spiral out of control,
so I needed some sort of confirmation, some type of clarity,
on exactly what it was that she and I had together.  Really,
I wanted Alison to _officially_ join the family.  I was not
a selfish person at all, but just once, I had ideas of doing
something simply because I wanted to.  That's it; no other
reason.  For once, I actually wanted to be selfish.
   Knowing that there were two hours, give or take, before
Alison was supposed to head out and go shopping with Amy, I
exited the home office on a mission.  Up the west stair well,
through the library and the den, I eventually came to the
long corridor of guest bedrooms.  Ten in total.  One day, all
of the kids in our family would rule this hallway.  As for
now, there was only one person who resided here full-time.
   The door to Alison's guest bedroom was slightly ajar.  I
went over to it and gave a gentle knock.  "Alison?" was my
whisper.  "Honey?  You awake yet?  Or are you even here?"
   "I'm here," came a soft response.  "You want to come in?"
   When I opened the door and stepped inside, I hitched in a
deep breath and had to do a double-take.  Alison was sitting
on the edge of the bed, one leg folded beneath her.  Her long
blonde hair cascaded down around her neck and shoulders in
beautiful, shimmering waves, like a golden waterfall, and her
rapture-blue eyes were trained on me with a nervous stare.
Wait a minute.  Was there something wrong?
   "Everything okay, honey?"
   "I did it last night."
   "Did what?"
   "Slept with Lindsay," she answered, absently plucking at
the hem of the night-shirt she wore.  It was at least four or
five sizes too big for her thin, smallish frame, with a
picture of the cartoon character Tweetie Bird etched across
its front.  "I did it last night.  I... actually did it."
   Alison slept with Lindsay last night?  Did that mean they
actually had sex together?  It was certainly news to me.  I
fell asleep in bed with Lindsay curled in all nice and snug
beside me last evening.  But when I woke up this morning, I was
the last to get out of bed.  Plus, I had yet to see Lindsay at
all today.  The little minx went off sometime during the night
without my knowledge and had sex with Alison?  Her own sister?
   The edge of the bed dipped as I sat down next to Alison.
"How are you feeling now, then?  Is everything okay?"  I placed
a reassuring arm around her shoulder and gave a little squeeze.
   "I feel strange."  Alison had a peculiar expression going on
at the moment.  She seemed half sad, half happy.  I really did
not know what to think of it.  Alison shivered, as if she was
cold, and rubbed her arms quite vigorously.  "I mean, I have
wanted it for so long.  I dreamed about it for so long.  But
I... there's a difference between dreaming and actually doing."
Alison gulped her throat and continued, "I had sex with my
sister last night.  Lesbian sex with my sister.  It... it was
my first time with another girl.  Ever."
   Sensing that she needed some source of comfort, I brought
Alison into my arms and nudged the side of her face to my
chest.  She snuggled in even closer, seeming to enjoy it.
   "That better?" I asked.
   "Yes."
   "Do you have any regrets about what happened last night?"
   "No," she answered, after a pause.  "None at all."  And
then, Alison kissed me on the cheek and grinned triumphantly.
   Oh, that seemed to shift the mood and the atmosphere quite
a bit.  Alison did not have any regrets about having sex with
her sister?  Perhaps she simply felt awkward about it?  No
matter, the sweet scent - pineapple, pear and clementine - of
Alison's hair seemed to overtake my senses all at once.  I
was very aware of the small lump of one of her breasts pressing
into my side.  Her little, 103-pound frame felt perfect snugly
nuzzled in my embrace.  And my cock was beginning to rustle as
I imagined Lindsay bringing Alison to orgasm with her tongue.
   Alison moved and stirred a bit as if she was uncomfortable.
The movement made her arm inadvertently fall from my chest and
settle across my lap.  There, the side of her forearm came into
contact with my semi-hard cock.  Alison became frozen in place
immediately.  How could it be that much of a surprise to her?
Really?  Regardless, neither of us spoke for several seconds
until she finally broke the silence between us.
   "Did I do that?"
   "Sort of."
   A very small, flirtatious smile slowly appeared on her
face.  What Alison said next was so barely inaudible, so
quiet, that I nearly missed it altogether.
   "Would you like to see me naked?"
   "Huh?"
   Her eyes shifted and held my gaze firmly.  "I said, would
you like to see me naked?"
   "Yes."  There was no need to be nice or take things slow.
I did not need to proceed with caution or ask Alison several
times over if she really, truly wanted to do this with me
right now.  There was no need, as Kristanna would say, for
_Jeremy to be Jeremy_.  I simply answered Alison truthfully.
   Not the type of selfish thing I had mind, but it worked.
   Alison took a deep breath and backed away several feet from
me on the bed.  Her eyes still trained on me, the 19-year-old
seductress lifted a hand to the buttons at her throat and
began gently fumbling with them.  Her little, slender fingers
slipped the yellow buttons through the red, silky holes and
the night-shirt slowly but surely began to part and reveal
her smooth, luscious flesh hidden underneath.
   It did not part enough, however, to expose her smallish,
taut breasts.  Those humble mounds remained under wraps as
the garment dangled from her shoulders.  When Alison undid
the final few buttons at her lower abdomen, I caught a brief
glimpse of white cotton.  Then, before I knew what happened
next, Alison shrugged the night-shirt from her shoulders and
let it fall in a pool around her upon the mattress.
   My own eyes wide, I stared at her with a mix of adoration
and lustful intent.  Alison's breasts, which seemed to be a
shade smaller than her sister's, literally made my mouth water
with the room light shining down on them, showcasing them.
Alison was so beautiful, so tempting; she was young and ripe,
and did not have a single blemish anywhere upon her.  Her body
was honed from years of gymnastics.  It was beyond perfect.
   My eyes continued to appraise her immaculate features.
She was wearing a little pair of white cotton panties that,
believe it or not, had a teddy bear motif across its front.
It only made her seem younger and the act we were taking part
in right now more wrong, more forbidden.  And more exciting.
   "Stand up and turn around," I instructed her.  When she
did, I held up a hand and advised her, "Slower!"
   Alison did as I told her, spinning around slowly in the
middle of her guest room until her back was turned to me.
Good God, that ass looked good enough to have for lunch.
Nice and tight in all the right places!  Uneasy, and with a
nervous smile, Alison glanced back over her shoulder at me.
   "Jeremy?"
   "Alison," I gasped in a whisper.  "You're incredible..."
   She bit her lip.  "Want to see more?"
   "Yes!" I begged her.
   Those little breasts dipped as she purposefully leaned
forward to slide the cotton panties down her slender hips and
thighs.  I was temporarily mesmerized by the sight.  Alison's
pussy was bare, clean-shaven; on display for my deviant eyes.
But even better, she was now totally nude in front of me.  
She stepped out of her panties and kicked them to the side.
   Alison took the initiative by quickly closing the distance
between us, crawling onto the bed on her hands and knees, and
then offering my mouth a very soft, languid kiss.  Her lips
touched mine for just a mere second or two, then she pulled
back.  Alison held still for what seemed like an eternity,
before her mouth returned to mine with a voracious desire.
   I hooked an arm underneath Alison's sternum and pulled her
to me, her body twisting and contorting against my side, as
she and I assaulted each other with our lips and tongues.  My
hand settled on that sweet, precious ass of hers and massaged
it as I seized total control of the situation, pinning Alison
beneath me and taking everything that her mouth had to offer.
Her long, silky blonde hair was fanned out on the mattress,
framing her elegant face, creating an amazing visual that
simply could not be put into words.
   With a playful gleam, Alison managed to maneuver herself
out from underneath me and make it to her feet.  She giggled
as I chased after her, trapping her in the corner of the room 
and pressing her back against the wall.  Alison growled and 
splayed her arms and hands out across the wall as I slid down
her body, kissing it, trailing my lips through her cleavage, 
down to her midriff and abdomen.  Then I straightened up and 
held Alison's face still with both hands as I kissed her like 
there was no tomorrow.  And our mutual lust only intensified.
   Our mouths stayed locked as one as I then guided her back
toward the bed.  Alison reached between us and found the hard,
aching lump in my shorts.  She began stroking away, but lost 
contact when I pushed her down onto the bed, flat on her back,
and got rid of my t-shirt.  I just could not wait any longer.
   Alison's hips flinched when I brought my face between them
and blazed a hot trail with my tongue from her inner thigh to
the very center of her pussy.  Her clitoris, all swollen and
aroused, tasted absolutely delicious.
   Alison gasped and tossed her head back on the pillow,
clearly helpless to the rush of sensations overtaking her.  I
swiped away at her clitoris over and over.  Alison arched
her back, wanting more.  I then swirled my tongue in mad,
frantic circles, and she lifted one leg straight into the air.
   I watched in pure fascination as Alison took that leg, her
right one, and began moving it.  In a truly awesome display of
flexibility, Alison was flat on her back, yet her right ankle
was now next to her ear.  She held it in place, not seeming to
struggle at all, and stared at me with hot, desperate eyes.
   "Fuck me with your tongue, Jeremy," my wife's sister begged.
   I took advantage of the extra space now that Alison's right
leg was no longer in the way - all thanks to her many years of
gymnastics and cheerleading - as I buried my face in her
sopping, wet pussy.  I moved a hand up to one of her breasts
and groped it furiously, squeezing its nipple, until Alison
was squirming wildly beneath me.
   "Oh God, I don't think I can..."
   "Yes, you can," I encouraged her.  "Hold on for me."
   I rose to my feet, stationed between her legs, and ripped
my shorts down.  Those legs wrapped and coiled themselves 
around my sides as I reached down and gripped her ass with
both hands.  It took minimal effort to get Alison's frail,
tiny frame in position.  When she tossed her arms around me
and began splaying kisses upon my neck, I thrust my erection
into the wet, soaking heaven of her pussy.
   "Oh, Jeremy!" she sighed, pulling her face back, those blue 
eyes glazed over with pure, wanton lust.  My body was already 
in motion, thumping her gently, as Alison moved her hips in a
rhythmic pattern.  She again nuzzled her lips to my throat 
and offered intermittent kisses, the passion between us only 
multiplying.  "Oh Jeremy, this is wonderful.  I like this!"
   I moved one hand from her ass to a breast and literally
engulfed it.  At the same time, I found Alison's mouth with 
my own and drove my tongue deep.  I kissed her with wild, 
reckless abandon as my hips began to thrust away quicker, 
more urgently.  The 19-year-old then whimpered with total 
desire and met my probing tongue with her own.
   She squeezed those legs even tighter around me and jammed
her hips upward to meet mine as I pounded away at her pussy.
When our kiss broke, Alison breathed in heavy, deep gasps
and her entire body began to vibrate and shake beneath me.
   "I love you so much, Jeremy!" she cried out, those words 
rocking me down to my very core.  Those were the same words
Alison told me the first (and thus far only other) time we 
made love together - more than two weeks ago - in the middle
of my wedding night with Scarlett.  This time, Kristanna, 
Trish and Lindsay were not standing at the entranceway to the 
bedroom, watching us, only to cause a dramatic scene and force
Alison to cry with guilt once it was over.  No one was going 
to ruin our moment.  This time, it was just Alison and me.
   "I want to marry you and have your babies!" Alison roared,
her body convulsing as I hammered her pussy with everything I
had.  "OHHHHH... I love Lindsay, too!"  Alison's face rolled
to the side and her eyes closed up tight, her cheeks flushed
red.  "Oh, I love my own sister!  MY OWN SISTER!  I want you
to fuck me from behind, Jeremy, while I lick Lindsay's pussy!
And I want all of the other girls in your life there, too!  I
want to hug them, kiss them... ALL of them!"
   No visual could possibly be better than that.  I would have
preferred Alison to keep talking and spouting off those very
naughty ideas, but she wailed out at the top of her lungs and
dug her fingernails deep into my shoulders.  I winced in pain
as a result, but it was well worth it as she shuddered and
screeched beneath me in the unyielding throes of orgasm.  I
kept pounding her with my cock, though, the noise as my pelvis
smacked against her upturned ass loud, violent, almost scary.
   Once her orgasm had reached its apex and then began to
crest downward, I reduced the motion of my thrusting hips to
a slow, methodical grind.  I could feel the juices of her
release upon my cock and testicles.  Some of the fluid even
stretched between us in thick, gooey strands as I leisurely
moved myself in and out of her pussy.
   For the next two minutes, Alison was limp and weak beneath
me as I offered soft, tender strokes.  Eventually, her
breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes to look
up at me.  Her entire face was red, drenched in perspiration.
Alison never looked any better to me than she did right now.
   "I love you so much, Jeremy," she reiterated.
   "I love you too," I proclaimed in all honesty and sincerity.
"And I want you to stay with us, become a part of our family,
forever."  My lips found hers for a slow, affectionate kiss,
but soon I pulled back and stared into those eyes.  Dear God,
she reminded me so much of Lindsay.  Yet Alison was Alison,
her own entity, and I was going to treat her as such.
   "Are you on birth control?" I quietly asked.  "The pill?"
   Alison hesitated, then bit her lip and shook her head.
   I groaned in response and slid the length of my cock as
far as it would go into her tight, buttery pussy.  In my mind,
I pictured Alison pregnant at nine months just like Scarlett,
her belly big and swollen.  At the absolute apex of womanhood,
the pinnacle of beauty, about to give life to another human
being.  Our child.  My wedding ring on her finger.  And another
on a chain around her neck, courtesy of Lindsay.  Kristanna,
Pamela and all of the others, waiting in line to marry her too.
   Alison's other sisters here in Norway, visiting us as well?
Jennifer?  Gina?  Here to witness their baby sister giving
birth?  Her mom, too?  Leslie.  Oh, dear... I thought.  Leslie!
Lindsay and Alison had to get their genetics and hot, wanton
behavior from someone, right?  Maybe their mother?  Oh, I
would be in Heaven if I could toss Leslie between Lindsay and
Alison in bed, and make love to all three at the same time...
   Forbidden fantasy aside, as it would never come true, I
focused on the task at hand.  I knew what I had to do.  I
picked up the pace as my hips burrowed harder against Alison.
I stared deep into her eyes, longingly, possessively.
   "Do you want to have my baby?" I simply asked her.
   "God, yes!" Alison exclaimed in response.  "I want to have
five babies with you and spend the rest of my life with this
amazing family of yours!"  She again turned her face to the
side, this time burying it upon my chest, and I lost myself
in the sheer gloriousness of her pussy.  The possibilities.
   I roared out in utter passion as I let myself go, my cock
shooting a gushing torrent of sticky, life-giving seed into
her awaiting, hot pussy.  Her inner walls seemed to contract
around my shaft, milking more sperm from my testicles.  Wave
after unbelievable wave filled her womb as my mind became
cloudy, hazy, and I nearly passed out from total ecstasy.
   When I had nothing left to offer, I let out one, final
groan and collapsed on top of her.  I gave no thought to how
my body, nearly twice Alison's weight, may have crushed her
upon the soft mattress.  All I could do was gasp for breath
and roll my face in the clouds of her long, wavy blonde hair.
Alison, meanwhile, was nibbling oh-so-curiously on my neck.

   In the aftermath, once we regained our strength, Alison
and I made love again that morning.  She sent a text to Amy,
saying their shopping date was postponed.  Maybe they could
go to the mall tomorrow?  I texted Kristanna, telling her to
inform the others that I was with Alison now, and I did not
want to be disturbed.  This was our time.  This was, perhaps,
Alison's first official day as a true member of the family.
   Of course, I then wondered how many of my curious wives
were prompted with that text message I sent to Kristanna to
go straight to the voyeur room and eavesdrop on us.  One thing 
was for certain, though.  Lindsay was there.  Kristanna too.
   My relationship with Alison had been two and a half years
in the making.  I fully understood that the events of today
most likely did not get her pregnant.  No, these things took
time.  And a lot of effort.  And hard work.  I may have to
have sex with Alison 100 more times before the deed is done.
Hey, I was not complaining.  Not one bit.  Let's have at it!
   Maybe my first true order of business should be getting
this wonderful girl into a wedding dress and marrying her.
At Quisling Castle, perhaps?  Didn't Alison tell me two weeks
ago that she one day wanted to get married in the same castle
where Scarlett and I did?  It was so beautiful, she said, and
seemed like a fairy-tale setting.  I could make that happen.
   And what better way to end that supposed night than, once
the wedding reception is over and everyone has retired to
their rooms, I sneak out of the bridal suite without Alison's
knowledge and find Scarlett, only to have sex with her instead?
Wouldn't that be fitting!  Funny?  Hmmmmm... on second thought, 
I actually did not like the sound of that at all.  Not one bit.

   I'd simply enjoy both Alison and Scarlett at the same time.


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