[[[-IF5-P18.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 5: Family Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 18: "Sparkle" ------------------------------------------- -*- Thursday, March 31, 2016 -*- -*- Bærums Verk, Norway -*- Trish had a bounce in her step and a smile on her face as she exited the chiropractor's office alongside me here in Bærums Verk, a small village just north of where we resided in Sandvika. "I am SOOOOO happy that Jackson doesn't have to come back here for another three months," Trish chirped, looking up at me as I held and snuggled our six-week-old son in my arms. "Oh, I feel so much better now!" Indeed, the doctor who had been treating Jackson for the past four weeks - actually, she was a chiropractor - had just given our infant son a clean bill of health as it pertained to the muscular disorder that was found in his neck and shoulder. Jackson had been diagnosed with congenital torticollis, a non-painful condition in which his head was slightly tilted to one side. It was caused by one of the sternocleidomastoid muscles - connecting the neck and shoulders - having been damaged either while he was still in the womb or during childbirth itself. The muscle had been strained and was causing Jackson to tilt his head to one side. This was actually quite a common ailment for newborn babies. But with five trips to the chiropractor over the prior four weeks for gentle therapy, and at-home massages and exercises administered to Jackson by Trish and yours truly, and even nurse Scarlett, the problem seemed solved. Jackson no longer tilted his head and, according to Dr. Evenstad, the straining of his sternocleidomastoid muscle was gone. We considered ourselves very lucky; Jackson's torticollis had been very minor and would not take months of treatment and caregiver visits to fix. Nor would it require surgery. He completed his therapy in just four weeks. All that was left was a final, follow-up visit to the chiropractor in June. At least we hoped it would be the final visit, barring any unforeseen complications and/or reoccurrences. I handed Jackson off to Trish, who promptly placed him into his baby car seat in the back of our 2016 _Cadillac CTS-V_. I stood idly by and watched Trish, who looked spectacular in a Toronto Maple Leafs replica jersey. A life-long fan of professional hockey and her hometown team from Toronto, Trish had on the white version of the jersey with the blue team logo across its front. Too bad her beloved Maple Leafs were tied for the worst record in the league this season and would miss out on the playoffs for the 11th time in 12 years. "Hey there!" Trish purred at Jackson, as I watched her lean into the back of the car and hover her gaze just over him. "Jackson! Can you smile for Mommy? Oh, smile for Mommy? You're just so cute!" Jackson was trying his absolute best to communicate with Trish; the infant was making scrunchy faces as his arms and legs flailed about in various directions. "Yeah!" Trish said as Jackson was now making baby noises. "Are you happy because you don't have to see Dr. Evenstad for awhile? Oh, but she's such a nice lady! Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm happy, too! Your neck is fixed up! All better!" She ran her hand over his head and swooned, "How come you're losing your hair? You balding already? You an old man? Yeah?" Trish tilted her head from side to side and added, "When are you gonna start laughing for Mommy? Oh, I hope it's soon." Trish began laughing at him herself. "Oh, you're loud. You're loud! And cranky! You talk A LOT for a six-week-old. Mr. Jibber-Jabberer. What happened to your hair? We need to get you some baby _Rogaine_. You sound like a cat! Yeah... meow. Meowwwwww! Is that your first word? Meow?" Trish turned and giggled at me. "Jeremy, he's making cat noises! Do you hear that?" Instead of responding verbally, I placed my left hand upon Trish's shoulder. My amazing wife proceeded to back out of the car but, before she could turn fully, I had enveloped her into an embrace. And I did not feel like letting go. "Trish." Genuine, heartfelt pleasure laced my words. Warmth. Kindness. Appreciation. Love. The 33-year-old was an exquisitely beautiful woman with soft, friendly eyes and swirling tumbles of cinnamon-brown hair. Right now, she was glowing. Trish was ecstatic, no longer having to wrestle with the notion that Jackson needed treatment for a birth defect. This was a fantastic day. Trish radiated life and had a joyous energy that appealed to others and drew them to her like magnets. More often than not when I glanced in her direction, Trish was laughing, or making someone else smile. She was a very special woman. Trish looped her arms around my torso and squeezed quite generously. "Hmmmmm. I love you, Jeremy. What a morning so far! Not only is Jackson cured, but Alison and I successfully saved all of the bears earlier in _Candy Crush_. Yayyyyy!" Heh. Trish and her video games. Lindsay and Alison were her partners in crime when it came to gaming. They were in the recreation room, either on the computers or game consoles located there, nearly every day. "I love you too. We should celebrate. Not so much about _Candy Crush_, but Jackson." "What do you have in mind?" she wondered, slowly retracting from our embrace and gazing up into my eyes. "It's Bærums Verk," I simply reminded her. "There are a ton of things for us to do in this tiny, little village." Built around an old mill and a silvermine site, Bærums Verk was a truly beautiful and scenic town. Lots of old, wooden buildings, some of them dating back more than 400 years, were clustered around a gushing waterfall and river in the village center. Wildly popular during the holiday season, Bærums Verk offered handicrafts, souvenirs, clothing and restaurants. "I know what you want," Trish told me with a smile, nodding her head. "I know you all too well, Jeremy. You want some of that _jubileumsbolle_ from the bakery here. Don't you?" "You know it," I freely admitted. After driving a short distance and parking the car, Trish and I, along with Jackson, took a stroll down _Verksgata_, the main street of Bærums Verk. From the clang of an anvil at the blacksmith, the smell of freshly cut wood at the carpenter's workshop and exquisite glasses being blown right on the street, the experience was quite pleasant. The 17th-century living quarters of the village's residents had been restored and now provided a distinctive backdrop for this memorable setting. And there were restaurants and shoppes galore to browse. Our first stop was _Cubus_, where Trish purchased three sweaters and two pairs of jeans to add to her already massive wardrobe collection. Of course, the clothing shopping spree would surely not be complete without a new pair of shoes from _Eurosko_ (or in Trish's case, four new pairs of shoes). Next on the agenda was _Lilleverket_, a toy and gift store for children. I bought three stuffed animals; one each for Kaden, Piper and Dani Grace, while Trish purchased some Norwegian and Danish _blafre_ fabrics to spruce up Jackson and Kaylee's nursery room. I got Ariel a night-light in the shape of the holy cross for her nursery with not only her name on it, but the words _God Bless this Child_ beneath it. I felt it was a very suitable item for her. We then ventured off to _Kjøkkenverket_, a small shoppe that specialized in kitchen gadgets and tableware. Trish, of course, could not leave empty-handed. Our final destination was _Baker Hansen_, a bakery located in an old boiler house originally built in 1924 right next to the town's waterfall. I had an amazing sandwich for lunch stuffed with mozzarella, pesto, rock and sun-dried tomatoes. Trish enjoyed a salad filled with greens, seasoned chicken and a vegetable medley. Yet my reason for choosing to dine at _Baker Hansen_ was the opportunity to taste and revel in their jubileumsbolle, a delicious cinnamon bun filled with vanilla cream. I indulged, eating five of them. I simply could not help myself. The pastry was an item made and sold exclusively by _Baker Hansen_. But the best part of the morning and early afternoon for me, aside from the fact that Jackson had defeated torticollis, was the simple fact that I got to spend some quality time alone with Trish and our son. All seven of my wives, as well as Alison, were very precious to me. I loved all of them more than any words could ever say, but I had learned over the past year or so that my most cherished times with each of my wives were generally those spent in one-on-one situations (with a child usually along for the ride). I simply cannot express how incredibly wonderful it was to go out on this Thursday and devote five hours to Trish and Jackson. For those five hours, at least, Trish and Jackson were the center of my universe. Everything revolved around them. Trish and I laughed, we talked, shared stories and ideas. And we could not stop doting on Jackson - how cute and adorable he was. Trish was always so friendly; full of cheer, happiness, eternal sunshine. Being around her, quite honestly, could enliven even the darkest of souls. Far be it from me to complain about any aspect of my life, but the one thing I struggled with on a daily basis more than any other was that I felt I did not devote enough time to each of my wives on an individual, one-on-one basis. The same idea applied to my children. Yet, how could I? There was only so much time in the day, and with seven wives and six children (and Alison too), the one-on-one opportunities were very few and far inbetween. It was actually quite difficult for me and something I beat myself up over on a routine basis. For as much fun as I had with Trish and Jackson today, the thought lingered in the back of my mind. Why wasn't I out with Kristanna and Kaden instead? Of course, if the roles were reversed and that actually was the case, I would then struggle with the idea of how could I be neglecting Trish and Jackson. Or Pamela and Piper. Amy and Dani Grace. Lindsay and Kaylee. Devon, Scarlett, Alison and Ariel too. It was something that I struggled with on a daily basis, but our family was structured in such a way that no one should ever feel neglected or left out. It made things a tad bit easier for me. While I was out with Trish and Jackson, Amy took Alison and Dani Grace to the local shopping center in Sandvika for some new clothes. Devon opted to stay home and keep an eye on Scarlett, who was due to give birth to our son (and my seventh overall child), Dylan, next week. My father, wanting to get to know his daughter-in-laws more, was actually with them. Pamela and Lindsay took Kaden, Piper and Kaylee to the zoo, while Kristanna, forever keeping a keen eye on Ariel, had her parents (Kristof and Rande) over for a visit. So while there was generally always someone for everyone to spend time with in our family, I still wished that I could some how, some way, personally find more one-on-one moments for each of my wives and children. Alison too! I was the lone man; the husband, the father. I always felt obligated to be in 20 different places at the same, exact time. Fortunately, there was no jealousy or resentment in our little family. That was what made it so incredibly special. Everyone was genuinely happy for Trish and I that we had a few hours to ourselves with Jackson, away from our home and everyday routine, where we could hang out and just be together. * * * "When I had that long talk with Kristanna yesterday, she spoke about taking care of children from the time she was 13 all the way through college and beyond. Krissy would babysit and even took classes when she was younger to make herself a better babysitter. Kristanna said she saw several television shows where the baby is all wrapped up, and you can just feel the love between the mom, the dad and the newborn child. She saw her sister give birth to two beautiful, healthy children. The whole process seemed like a fairy-tale to her." "But," I commented to Trish, who was seated beside me in the passenger seat as I drove along Lommedalsveien Highway, en route to our hometown of Sandvika from our trip to Bærums Verk, "Kristanna said the birth of Ariel was nothing like that. A lot of the problems she is facing now, believe it or not, stems from the fact that the nurses and doctors whisked Ariel off to the NICU less than a minute after she was born. Kristanna got to hold Ariel for mere seconds. We were not allowed to see Ariel at all for a good five or six hours while she was undergoing tests and treatment in the NICU." "The fact that Kristanna gave birth that day was so unexpected, so sudden, and then everyone in the family was worried and fretted about what may or may not happen. Ariel was not supposed to be born for another four weeks. Krissy told me yesterday, there were no baby girl balloons in her hospital room. Very few flowers, no cards and, worst of all, no bassinet with a baby. There was no joy for her, she said, that she had just given birth to our daughter. Ariel was born and it seemed like she was stolen from us immediately. And there was absolutely nothing we could do to change that." "That all changed, if just for a moment or two, when Krissy and I were allowed to go to the NICU and see Ariel for the first time. Krissy, I remember... she just came to life. Just like that! She was smiling, her face lit up like a Christmas tree when the NICU doctor said it was okay for her to hold Ariel for a few minutes. Love was pouring out of Kristanna when Ariel was in her arms." "But it was over way too quick. The nurse took Ariel away and said Krissy had to go back to her room to rest. Ariel had to resume her treatment in the NICU. That moment, I guess, had a very negative effect on Krissy. I did not know just how negative until the talk we had yesterday. To her, Ariel was no longer her daughter. Not by choice, mind you. Ariel now belonged to the hospital. Not Krissy. Not us." "If you remember that day, Trish, I had been up for what seemed like forever. I went back home with Scarlett and got some much-needed sleep. But that afternoon, Krissy told me, the nurse asked if she wanted to go back to the NICU and see Ariel again. Krissy, of course, said yes." "But this time, Krissy said the nurse wheeled her up to Ariel's incubator and all she could do was stare. At that moment, Krissy thought, this was not a child. She had seen several newborns in her life and this was not a newborn. Eventually, she could not stand to look at Ariel any longer. Krissy was so incredibly hurt and wounded, her emotions were shattered, over everything that had happened. All the worry and anxiety of having to go through an induced birth. Ariel was sick; she had jaundice, and was later diagnosed with the breathing condition. Krissy blamed herself. If anything happened to that tiny girl, it was all going to be her fault." "When Krissy was discharged a few days later, Ariel was not yet allowed to go home with us. She was still in the NICU. The doctor actually let Kristanna hold Ariel for 20 minutes. She settled into a chair and the nurse placed Ariel upon her chest. Kristanna told me yesterday that, at that moment in the NICU, it dawned on her. This little girl was ours. Hers. All ten fingers and all ten toes were there. Her facial features mirrored Krissy's. She was small and weak, very fragile, but she seemed stable. Krissy put her finger inside the grasp of Ariel's teeny-tiny hand, and felt a squeeze. As if Ariel was saying to her for the first time... hi Mommy." "And Krissy claimed she decided right then, and right there, that God had given Ariel to her to love unconditionally. So far she was doing a horrible job, but was determined to make up for it. But, she still feels terrible for having those thoughts - those doubts - while Ariel was away from us." "I cannot even begin to imagine how difficult it was for her at first," Trish said, holding a knee to her chest in the passenger seat while listening to my long dialogue. "You go through nine months of being pregnant - well, eight for her, I guess - and everything is leading up to that day. You look forward to it. I know I did. You cannot wait until you finally get to meet your baby. And then, your delivery, your child... not what you expected. Not what you dreamed for. It had to be earth-shattering for her. For you too, Jeremy." I took a deep breath and sighed. "I told Krissy yesterday that we have to take what was given and build new dreams." A single tear streaked down Trish's cheek with those words, but she quickly wiped it away. "And I told her we cannot continue to dwell on the negative, what may happen in the future. Krissy needs to get over that. If the hospital thought Ariel could not survive outside of their care and supervision, they would not have let her to come home with us. Twice. I told Krissy that over and over. We need to be positive, think positive, and move forward. It's as simple as that." "And what all did Krissy say in response?" "She agreed," I nodded. "Krissy agreed wholeheartedly. Said she has never felt so miserable in her life that she has the past two, or two-and-a-half weeks. When Ariel was put into the hospital the second time, with bronchiolitis, Krissy actually thought we were going to lose her. It messed with Krissy, did things to her mind. Hasn't been the same since, but promised yesterday to work harder. To move forward. I told her that I would be there for her every step of the way." I exhaled a deep, ragged breath, but then smiled. "Ariel was with us yesterday, and at this point in the discussion, she woke up. You know, all that little girl does is sleep. I took Ariel and held her out in front of me, in both my hands, with Kristanna watching. I told Ariel, I will always, ALWAYS take care of you. For the rest of your life. You're safe. I will always be here for you, Ariel. I love you. And I meant every single word. Krissy, of course, began crying." "You're such an amazing husband and father, Jeremy." I momentarily hung my head low as Trish added, "For us. For your children. We are all fortunate to you have you." "Thank you, Trish," I responded, my eyes now fixated on the road ahead, trying my best not to become emotional. When there was a long stretch of silence between us, Trish decided to change the subject. "So what is this rumor I hear about us possibly going back to the island for a two or three week vacation later in the year? November, Lindsay said?" "An idea I've been kicking around here lately," I told Trish. "Dylan, Scarlett's son, will be seven months old. Ariel will be eight months, but her adjusted age will be seven. Jackson and Kaylee will each be nine months. Barring any unforeseen complications, all of them should be developed and healthy enough to go on a series of airline flights that totals 7,000 miles one-way. We can take the family jetliner and make it as comfortable as humanly possible for all of them. Kaden and Piper will be older, as will Dani Grace, and I think they all would have a blast on the island." "Especially Kaden and Piper," Trish offered. "I imagine we would be making pit stops, for a few days at a time, in Toronto, Baltimore and Cincinnati? You know, I get to see my family. Pamela gets to see hers. You, Lindsay and Alison, yours. Amy's parents will already be moved out of Ohio and living here in Norway by then, right?" "Yep," I nodded. "And of course we would make those family rounds. I know how much you miss being around your family, Trish. About the sacrifices you have made for us. Same for Pamela, Lindsay and Alison. We will never go in that vicinity and NOT make a stop for family visits." "Oh, that would be nice." Pulling her gaze from me, Trish turned and glanced into the backseat of the vehicle with a hearty smile. "What'cha doin', Jackson? Still sleeping? Oh, Mommy's little man is sleeping!" She reached back and barely tickled Jackson's face with an extended fingertip as he snoozed in his baby seat, but then re-focused upon me. "Alison would love the island. She has never been to it. Just heard stories about it." "I know." "Is that one of the reasons why you want to go back there for a vacation later in the year? One of the many?" "Yes, it is," I nodded. Trish pouted. "Devon never wants to see her family in Pennsylvania. Always declines the opportunity to go there whenever you offer it. That is sad." "Devon has been on the outs with her family, especially her parents, since she was in high school," I reminded Trish. "Sad, yes, but true. If you ask her, Devon says that she does not want to go back to Pennsylvania ever again." * * * Lounging in bed on Friday, the following morning, I felt as if I was having the most wonderful dream about the newest addition to the family and my personal love life, Alison. Wave after wave of endless, lustful pleasure seemed to wash all over me as I dreamt of not only all the things Alison and I had done together thus far, but possibilities for the future as well. My mind delighted with the idea of how incredibly flexible the former gymnast was and how it could lead to some amazing positions for us to experiment with down the road. I recalled just the other evening while, reclining on the bed, Alison lifted her leg and brought her foot and ankle in line next to her ear, allowing me an all-access pass as I performed hungry, tasty cunnilingus on her. She was so spry and limber, and the move did not seem to strain her at all. The pleasure from my dream became so intense and powerful that I actually heard Alison's sweet, little voice. "Do you like it? What do you think?" Ahh, it actually seemed real. The dream was so incredibly vivid. I simply sighed in response. "Well, you have to tell me better than that, Jeremy. Else I'm just gonna leave!" Suddenly, something about my dream did not seem right. Although I was pounding her pussy with everything I had as she lay atop a bar stool, her head and hair dangling down, her legs wide-split at a near 90 degree angle in either direction, I could sense Alison's long, supple fingers wrapped around the length of my cock. I felt a brisk squeezing, over and over, and it did not seem to click with the unique position that I had of her within my mind's eye. Ahh, a gymnast! "Come on, Jeremy. Tell me!" she complained. "Hmmmmm?" I mumbled incoherently, quickly rising up from my slumber. My cock was hard and aching, rigid, and it seemed to be surrounded by the most amazing, warmest wetness that I ever experienced. Suddenly, reality hit me. I opened my eyes in pure, utter shock, only to find Alison nestled between my legs. She was giving my shaft a series of long, leisurely swipes with her tongue while pumping its base with her right hand. But that wasn't what caught my attention. Well, part of it was, but something even greater was at hand. Alison was dressed like a cheerleader! Alison's _Adidas_ sneakers waved back and forth in the air as she wiggled her ass in tune with some unheard rhythm. My pulse hammered as I appraised the knee-high white socks that eventually gave way to the immaculate skin of her toned, golden-tanned thighs. Alison was wearing a little cheerleader skirt, its color black with flashy white pleats. It was so short and rode so high on her hips that I could easily make out a patch of her white panties underneath. The fabric was snug on her tight, little 19-year-old ass; adhering to her flesh as if it was a second skin. Alison's blue eyes sparkled and she flashed me a naughty grin as her tongue flickered over the head of my cock. "I said, tell me what you think. Come on, Jeremy." I had no idea what Alison was referring to, so I simply let my head fall back into the pillow and reveled in sheer ecstasy as she swallowed half of my erection into her mouth. Her blonde head bobbed up and down as she audibly slurped on my cock. I relaxed, letting the sensations flow, but kept an eye on her hips as the tiny skirt rode higher. More of her cotton-clad ass was exposed for my lecherous eyes. Suddenly, that amazing mouth dislodged itself from my cock and I actually felt a hand give a sharp slap to my thigh. I re-focused my attention and found Alison pushing herself upright with a serious pout across her face. "I go to all this trouble, and you won't even acknowledge it!" Alison began to climb out of the bed, but I reached forward and placed a hand atop one of her shoulders. "Wait, honey!" I pleaded with her. She seemed angry for some reason. Why was she angry? Did I do something wrong? "What is it? I'm so sorry... I was half-asleep. What did you want?" Alison sat down upon the mattress with a thud and turned to gaze at me, her expression unhappy. "I asked if you like the outfit I have on. I was out with Lindsay last night, and she suggested I buy it. Said you love cheerleader dress-up." I grasped the base of my erection and wobbled it about before those darling, innocent eyes of hers, feeling a mix of saliva gliding down my knuckles as I did so. "Oh honey, trust me. I love it. You look amazing." A devilish grin spread across her face and she immediately positioned herself back between my legs. Alison's feet wavered in the air once again as she settled down onto her front and gripped my hard shaft with her delicate fingers. She extended her tongue and gave it a long, sweeping lick. Oh damn, that felt good. Really good. Alison looked so fresh and pristine - almost virginal - in her cheerleader outfit. She wore just a slight touch of mascara and had her long-flowing, yellow-blonde hair done up in a pair of flirty pig-tails with black ribbons. Alison's cheerleader crop top was slim-fitting with a ribbed turtleneck and ended just beneath her midriff, allowing her toned, flat abdomen to be on glorious display. The top was predominantly black, matching the skirt, but had a stretch of white from one ribcage going up to the opposite shoulder. There were also a pair of thick white stripes around the elbows of each long-sleeve. Her taut, smallish breasts jutted outward proudly upon the clingy fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. Any sane man would be taken with this outfit. I am not afraid to admit that I had a fetish for women in uniform - particularly French maid, nurse, schoolgirl and, of course, cheerleader. This obsession began to take shape in June 2013 when Lindsay, back when we were still on the island, modeled her high school cheerleader uniform for me. I had sex with Lindsay right there on the spot, and even insisted that she keep her uniform on during the whole process. Over the following two years, Lindsay dressed up for me as both a cheerleader and schoolgirl on a countless number of occasions. It only fueled my fetish and made it stronger. Likewise, there were times when Kristanna and Devon dressed up as a cheerleader and/or schoolgirl for me as well. Even Pamela (sexy policewoman) and Amy (naughty housemaid) got into the act, too. Scarlett, of course, played the nurse. And Trish was usually the fitness babe. But it had been almost a year since any of my wives had dressed up for me. Lindsay, in fact, was the last to do so, donning a schoolgirl uniform last April. I still remember it like it was yesterday! It was once a common ritual for us, but when we found out Lindsay was pregnant back in June, our role-playing games were put onto the back-burner. Now, 10 months later, Lindsay had orchestrated the dream yet again, apparently persuading her younger, picture-perfect sister into dressing up like a cheerleader and showcasing her endless charm and beauty for me. Hey, I was not complaining. Yet again, Alison had her mouth stuffed full with the head of my shaft. Although she could not take all of me inside, Alison was a spirited little cocksucker (to say the least) and seemed intent on getting better and perfecting her technique. Perhaps Lindsay could teach Alison to deep-throat me? How about Trish? After all, Trish was the one who originally taught Lindsay how to suck my cock back in the day on the island. Nowadays, both of them were deep-throat queens. The time was 9:47am on this Friday morning - I actually slept this late? - and I finally realized that I did not have a single stitch of clothing on. I certainly did not go to bed last evening this way! Where were my seven wives? If I was a betting man, I would wager that all of them cleared the way for Alison and actually encouraged her to come and seduce me this morning in her naughty, little uniform. Perhaps some of them were even watching us right now in the voyeur room? Wanting to seize control of the situation, I quickly got out of the bed and moved to its edge. My cock, bulging and fully erect, bounced and wobbled about before Alison's sweet eyes. As if on instinct, she rose up to her hands and knees upon the mattress and began a sultry crawl toward her prize. When the short distance was closed, I grasped the back of Alison's head with my left hand while fisting my shaft with the other. Alison opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, but soon gagged when I jammed myself hard into her. I allowed her time to adjust, but then brought my right hand onto her head as well. I involuntarily squeezed both of her blonde pig-tails and held on tight for the ride ahead. "Oh my God," I groaned in response as Alison did her absolute best to simply inhale my cock. "I knew there was something special about you." Alison giggled at my words, then began making audible noises as she furiously bobbed her head up and down my shaft in quick, rapid-fire succession. She looked incredibly naughty on her hands and knees, her swishy cheerleader skirt riding even higher than before. Unable to withstand the sweet torment any further, I reached out and tucked the back hem of her black-and-white skirt into its waistband. Now, those white panties were on full display. Alison's eyes were wide and bulging as she stared up at me. This time, I actually wrapped my forearms around her head and tried to force her to take more than half of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She had so little experience, though, that was not going to happen. Not yet, anyway. Still, it was awesome to try; listening to her gag and choke on my erection was pure music to my ears. Alison, mind you, definitely enjoyed the roughhouse play as well. When I released my grip on her head, Alison quickly pulled away and gasped for breath. There was a long, gooey strand of semen connecting the very tip of my cock and the eight or so inches of open air to her mouth. Once she realized this, Alison gobbled the substance up like it was a milk shake. Again, Alison took as much of me as she could into her mouth. It felt like absolute Heaven. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations of her tongue as it licked and fluttered away within the confines of her mouth. The scene, I'm quite certain, was powerfully erotic. My wife's little sister was lapping and slurping away at my full erection as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Alison no longer had any doubts whether or not what we were doing was wrong. Alison did not care what the rest of her family thought about her blossoming relationship with Lindsay, either. Why should she? This new life made Alison happy. It made all of us happy. How could something that felt so incredibly right actually be so very wrong? "OH MY GOD!" I roared out, my eyes set to burst from their sockets, as Lindsay quietly slipped into the bedroom and promptly closed the door behind her. Lindsay was dressed up like a cheerleader, too! Oh, how could I survive this? "Hi Jeremy," Lindsay swooned with that sweet, innocent smile of hers. "Hi Ali. I could not let you two have ALL of the fun. So I thought I'd come and join in." She then focused on me, adding, "Do you like my cheerleading uniform, Jeremy? Do you remember it at all? This was my high school uniform. I have worn it for you many times before." It was amazing to once again to see Lindsay in what was, undoubtedly, my favorite outfit ever of hers to wear. The green shell top my 21-year-old bride wore was sleeveless and had a plunging V-neck design. She also had a long-sleeve turtleneck shirt, its color white, underneath it. The shell top was accentuated with a pair of yellow stripes across her shoulders and two more running down each side of the fabric. Her old high school name and emblem was across its front. The cheerleader skirt matched the shell top perfectly. It was mostly green, but its knife-like pleats were yellow. Just like Alison's, Lindsay's skirt was incredibly short and showcased stretchy yellow panties underneath. It bounced and flipped about quite easily as she stepped into the room. She wore a pair of saddle shoes to complete the ensemble, with white socks rolled down to her ankles. Suddenly, I realized this was all a big set-up. Lindsay had this whole morning planned and choreographed beforehand, first getting Alison to dress up as a cheerleader and then doing the same herself. Together, they would seduce me. Or maybe even destroy me. Again, I had no complaints. Alison withdrew my shaft from her mouth and pushed hard upon my abdomen, causing me to fall backward and land on the edge of the bed in a seated position. "Come help me suck his cock, baby," Alison simply requested of her sister. "I think he is really close to cumming." In no time flat, Lindsay was on her knees and hunched over before me. Her luxurious, golden hair cascaded downward as I felt her hungry, wet mouth envelop the very head of my cock. Much more seasoned and experienced at this than her sister, Lindsay swallowed the entire length of my erection in one, full swoop, its tip buried somewhere deep down her throat. My toes curled in response as she choked and coughed away. Alison, meanwhile, could not keep her hands off of Lindsay. The 19-year-old had to touch and feel her up as fast as she could. And Alison indulged herself, embracing Lindsay from the side and massaging her breasts with one hand while trailing the other up and down her back, and even her ass, repeatedly. Alison suddenly whimpered and let out a loud, high-pitched screech. My eyes shifted to the mirror behind her, and I saw Alison's perfect, little ass high in the air, and a wave of fluid trickling down her thigh. My heart-rate multiplied as I realized Lindsay already had a trio of fingers deep inside her, that hand stuffed beneath those white panties. Lindsay pulled her mouth up and off of my shaft, but sucked as hard and as furiously as she could along the way. She actually spit on my cock and frigged it vigorously with her opposite hand. "One day, I'm going to teach Alison how to take all of you. Hmmmmm, I know you would like that, Jeremy." "If she can't do it, it's..." My words were cut off as Lindsay jammed her face upon my pelvis, the full length of my cock once again engulfed and lodged within her throat. "Good God, Lindsay!" Alison muttered in amazement, now moving back slightly as she sat idly by on her knees. "I can barely fit half of him inside my mouth!" Lindsay pulled back up, gagging in the process. She made eye contact with me, several strings of saliva connecting her mouth and my aching shaft. There was no way I could take much more of this. No way at all. Lindsay had me on the very brink of madness, and I was ready to tumble over. Alison moved in quickly, deftly, attaching her lips to Lindsay's neck and kissing her there. As Alison became overly ravenous in her approach, Lindsay sighed and placed both hands onto the floor behind her to help steady herself as an onslaught of arousal clearly shot throughout her. Lindsay soon collected her senses and straightened up, her body sliding against Alison's in a wonderfully erotic move. Alison moved her hand to the back of Lindsay's neck and held her in place, then proceeded to kiss her sister flush on the lips as if she was drowning with wanton desire. As the two ladies began to rock and grind together, their hunger only intensified. Their mouths danced in unison, their tongues dueling, both of them no doubt enjoying the taste and labors of my cock through their forbidden, incestuous kiss. When it was over, Alison breathed deeply and brushed the hair back from Lindsay's forehead. "I love you so much. Oh my God... I've waited so long for this. For you." "I love you too, Ali," Lindsay assured her, only for her lips to descend upon Alison's. She kissed her little sister with skilled, expert precision and began to move against her with a solid, steady rhythm. The kind of rhythm she knew drove all of the other women in her life mad with passion. No doubt, it would have the same effect on Alison. Soon, Lindsay broke the kiss and stared deep into Alison's blue eyes, a faint smile dancing across her lovely, angelic face. "I want to watch you suck Jeremy's cock some more, honey," she whispered. "Make my husband cum in your mouth." I growled and shook my head in pure wanderlust as Alison gripped the base of my shaft with her left hand. Soon her face was there, and she was swirling her tongue around the edge of my cock. My own breathing sped up as Lindsay settled beside Alison, seemingly intent on offering her some advice. "Look at his balls," Lindsay told her. "Look how big they are! Hmmmmm, Jeremy really loves having them sucked." My entire body actually vibrated with hot desire as Alison took the cue, slipping one of my testicles into her mouth and gliding her tongue all around it. She batted her eyelashes several times at me as Lindsay reached out and toyed with both of her blonde pig-tails. "Yeah, that's it," Lindsay encouraged Alison, watching as she soon latched onto my other testicle and gave it the same heavenly treatment. "Oh yes, Ali. Jeremy likes that! Look at him. Yeah, baby. You're doing good." Alison slid upward and clamped her lips around the hot, throbbing head of my cock. I took in the wondrous sight of the young strumpet on her knees before me, dressed up in a black-and-white cheerleader outfit. Her sister, of course, off to the side in a green-and-yellow uniform of her own. "I love watching the other girls suck Jeremy's cock," Lindsay said, gently caressing Alison's shoulders and neck. "I love to see Jeremy receive pleasure like this. But I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I am right now, Ali, because I'm actually watching YOU suck his cock." Lindsay kissed her on the cheek and murmured, "You're so pretty. So precious. I love you. I'm happy you're here." Alison moaned a muffled response as her mouth was once again stuffed full of my cock. I could feel it pressing hard against the opening her throat. Oh, how I so wanted to dive deeper and explore. "You're trying too hard, Ali," Lindsay coached her. "I know it's tough, but don't think about it. Just relax your throat. It took me awhile to learn that, too." Alison twisted her head up and off. "Show me." I let loose with another roar as Lindsay's mouth suddenly swallowed my member. She intentionally choked herself on it for added effect, arching her neck and gagging at the same time. It seemed as if her throat began to tightly squeeze and convulse its way around my shaft. At the same time, Alison simply sat there and studied her sister's technique. One day, Alison would be an expert at this, too. "I love sucking cock," Lindsay announced to us both. "Oh God, I'm addicted to it. I could do this every single day for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it." "And Jeremy is the only guy you've ever been with?" "I was a virgin when I first met Jeremy," Lindsay reminded Alison. "His cock is the first AND the last I will ever suck. I like it this way. Makes it more special!" Alison pouted and momentarily hung her head low in despair. "I wish I could have been a virgin for Jeremy, too." I trembled as Lindsay swallowed me again. She stretched her mouth wide and began to hum. I literally melted right into the bed as my entire body, my soul, became silly putty underneath Lindsay's skillful, oral care. My fingers clawed at her hair, searching for an outlet, a release, anything. With my shaft completely buried in her mouth and her nose pressed up tight upon my pelvis, Lindsay's eyes were trained on Alison as she moved in for a closer inspection of her own. Alison extended her tongue and began to lovingly swipe away at not only my testicles, but Lindsay's face as well. This set off a chain reaction where Lindsay, enraged with lust, tried to suck the everloving life right out of me. And, it sent me toppling over the edge of release. My cock violently erupted, almost like it was a volcano, sending a thick wave of semen into Lindsay's hungry, little throat. She had a good taste, but ripped her mouth away in a hurry. Lindsay grabbed the back of Alison's head and pushed, impaling her sister's mouth full of my cock. Alison gagged and coughed, and suddenly two thick ropes of white cream were splattered across her pristine, lovely face. Several smaller tremors ensued, my orgasm fading, as Alison began to hungrily guzzle my seed down. She milked me dry with her hand and then rubbed her cum-stained face against my shaft, lewdly smearing off the ropes on her cheeks. There was a 30 second span in the hot, sordid aftermath where I nearly passed out. Things were hazy and not making much sense to me. Reality seemed blurred. Not only was this was the first time where I got to enjoy the two sisters, Lindsay and Alison, at the same time, but they had also dressed up like cheerleaders for me! That was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the best double blowjob I had ever experienced! Lindsay was the oversexed tutor; Alison her curious, eager student. Oh, dear God. My life was certainly never going to be the same. Bits and pieces started coming back to me, but when I realized that Lindsay and Alison were kissing each other again, my entire universe stopped. "Holy fuck," was all I could say as I sat there, spellbound, as Lindsay and Alison pressed their lips together, their tongues entwining. It was made all the more memorable and pleasing to my eyes as I watched a thick, gooey strand of my very own sperm pass from Alison's mouth into Lindsay's. "Oh my..." I rumbled out. Lindsay and Alison were lost in their spunky kiss, though, their arms wrapped around each other - touching, caressing, fondling - as their faces twisted left and right in unison. There they were, two amazingly beautiful young blondes, their bodies grinding and shivering as one, still swapping my fresh semen back and forth between their mouths. Finally, Alison's pig-tails bounced and jiggled about as she pulled her head back and caught her breath. She gazed at Lindsay for several deep, long seconds - their physical connection was clearly off the charts - then both of them turned and smiled up at me at the same, exact time. Lindsay wrapped an arm around Alison's back and held her close. "Want to fuck her, Jeremy?" "Oh God..." I muttered in response. "Good," Lindsay nodded. "I want you to fuck her, too." "Only under one condition," I suddenly said, and I had no idea where those words came from. I actually wanted to have parameters set up for this? But what? Wait. Oh! Oh yes, the deepest sexual fantasy I had harbored for nearly the past three years. Ever since I first met Alison, in fact, and saw her standing next to Lindsay. Oh yes. The sexual fantasy that, for awhile, I was ashamed to admit I even had. The same fantasy I spent two years trying to control and harness. To repress. Now, I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill it. "Only under one condition?" Lindsay giggled, clearly amused that I was making such a demand. How many guys would have already jumped at the invitation to, as Lindsay so eloquently put it, fuck Alison? "Oh, this should be good. And what condition would that be, Jeremy?" "I do Alison doggie-style, and she eats your pussy at the same time," I told Lindsay in a calm, even tone. My wife quickly got the message, the gigglish smile fading from her lips, and then nodded her head in approval. Lindsay turned toward Alison. "On your hands and knees." A true submissive streak was on display as Alison cast her eyes downward and quickly got into position. She tried to get rid of her skirt, but Lindsay reached out and put a stop to that immediately. Lindsay knew better. Oh, did she ever. "The skirt stays on," Lindsay advised Alison. "Jeremy will fuck you with your cheerleading uniform still on. Trust me, honey... he prefers it this way. Trust me." Alison nodded her head as I somehow found the will and the strength within me to rise up to my knees behind her. Even more miraculous was the simple fact that, after that fabulous dual blowjob I had received just moments ago, I was sporting a brand new erection. Just the thought of thumping Alison in the doggie-style position while she orally serviced her sister was enough to drive me mad with passion. Forbidden passion! "Lindsay?" Alison said with a little whine. "Yes, sweetie?" Alison hesitated for a brief moment. "Lindsay, I think... I think I'm ready to take... the next step." Anal sex? Wishful thinking on my part, most likely, but I had confidence I could introduce Alison to the joys of it one day very soon. I bet that ass of hers was just as tight as Lindsay's! "I would like to go to bed with you and... Trish tonight, if that is okay. Do you think Trish would be interested in that?" "Oh, honey," Lindsay swooned in response. "Trish would LOVE to go to bed with you and me tonight." Lindsay, in fact, was beaming. "You're ready to become intimate with the other girls? Oh, Trish will treat you so good, Ali. She will make you feel like a million bucks!" Alison squinted an eye and glanced back at her sister curiously. "You think Amy would like to come, too, and stay the night with us?" Amy? Alison wanted a four-some tonight? At this rate, it would be an all-girl orgy soon enough! "Oh, I'm sure Amy would love that, honey." I busily stroked myself as I lowered Alison's panties to mid-thigh. Alison focused her attention on me, gazing back over her shoulder at me, a pig-tail draped across it. Her mouth opened wide and she closed both eyes momentarily as I inserted my cock into her extremely tight pussy. Lindsay had given Alison plenty of pleasure here a short time ago with a trio of fingers. Now, it was my turn to finish the deal. "You like that big cock in you?" Lindsay teased her. "Oh God, yes," Alison moaned in response. "There's nothing quite like the feeling of having Jeremy inside of me." I again tucked the hem of the black-and-white checkered plaid skirt into its waistband and began thrusting into Alison from behind. Not too hard or too soft, but Alison squealed out and pounded her fist upon the carpeted floor regardless. Lindsay took her hand and kissed it tenderly. "Have you ever been fucked this way? Doggie-style?" "N-no," Alison told Lindsay with a grunt. I eased up slightly with those words, not wanting to force too much on her too quickly. I could not take the chance and ruin this magical morning. Lindsay, though, had other ideas. "Fuck her harder, Jeremy! Come on, I know you want to do it!" She glared down at Alison and squeezed her hand quite firmly. "I know you want it, too! Come on, Ali. Tell me! You like getting fucked by your sister's husband, on your hands and knees, in our very own bedroom. DON'T YOU?" For added effect, Lindsay even slapped Alison's ass. Hard. Wow. "Yes, I love it!" Alison cried out. Soon, she began to force herself back onto me. Roughly. Alison buried her face in the carpet and gyrated her hips about, clearly wanting me to violate and invade every square inch of her from behind. On her own accord, she then begged, "FUCK ME HARDER!" "FUCK HER, JEREMY!" Lindsay demanded. Where this aggression in Lindsay was coming from, I do not know, but it gave me an interesting idea. Indeed, Lindsay was well over her pregnancy and subsequent birth of Kaylee by now. Lindsay's body was completely healed. Perhaps a trip back to her roots was in order? Her own deepest, darkest desire? Something Lindsay and I had experimented with several times in the past, but not since word came that she was pregnant some 10 or 11 months ago. Again, now was the perfect time. Lindsay screeched as I grabbed her body with one arm and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, directly next to Alison, in one quick, blinding motion. For being so loud and vocal - and so out of character - there was only one thing that I could do to bring Lindsay back in line. My cock still in Alison, I turned my attention to Lindsay and that taut, drum-tight ass. The original teen-ager ass of my dreams. Down came her panties. Up went the skirt. "OH GOD!" Lindsay wailed out at the very top of her lungs, completely unprepared, as I brought my hand down hard upon her ass. It had been nearly a year since I had given this girl a spanking. She certainly loved it back in the day, so to speak, seemingly getting off on the pain and discomfort. I would never be too rough and/or physically harm her, of course, but I was not afraid to leave a lasting impression. Alison watched with wide eyes - I remember she shared a spanking fantasy involving me with Lindsay a few weeks ago as I eavesdropped on them from the voyeur room - as Lindsay gasped for breath. Did she enjoy watching her sister get disciplined in such a manner? I caressed the burning red spot on Lindsay's ass for a moment, then slapped it again. "More, Jeremy!" Lindsay begged. "MORE! SPANK ME AGAIN!" At the same time, Alison began to grind her hips even more desperately upon my cock. This was not the way I envisioned introducing Alison to the joys of spanking, but Lindsay had me so worked up and she really needed to be put in her place. Alison, I had faith, would understand. I spanked Lindsay with my hand over and over again - not too hard, I reiterate - but enough to get quite the animated response out of her. It was pure bliss! She fed off of the hard, stinging blows, letting them fuel her inner fire, still screaming and begging for more. "I want your ass RED!" I thundered at her, breaking out of my usual character as well. But Lindsay seemed to have that effect on me sometimes. "I want, when you have your all-girl lesbian orgy tonight, for your ass to still be sore, and for you to remember who is the one that made it that way!" "I will, Jeremy!" she cried out. "I'll always remember! OH MY FUCKING GOD! OHHHHH!" I gave her one last, frenzied swat, but then pointed toward the open space on the bedroom floor in front of her adorable, little sister. "THERE, LINDSAY!" I directed her. "I want Alison's face in your pussy, and I want it RIGHT NOW." But, I quickly realized that indeed, someone else was here. Someone other than Lindsay or yours truly. Alison! She had never seen this side of me before. Typically, only Lindsay and Amy could bring out the so-called monster in me. Pamela and Devon too, but only on rare occasions. I needed to check on Alison and be certain that everything was okay with her. "How you doing, honey?" I asked, reaching down and gently encircling Alison's torso with both arms. I moved my lips close to her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry if that was a bit too much for you to see. But Lindsay seems to enjoy that type of treatment from time to time." Alison gulped her throat and took several seconds to come up with a suitable answer. "That... was fu-fu-fucking hot." Alrighty, then. She was fine. Needing no further confirmation, I reared back and thrusted my cock as hard and as powerfully into Alison as I possibly could. Lindsay, meanwhile, got into position in front of Alison. She removed her panties, but spread her legs far apart, allowing her sister easy access to her pussy. Lindsay then glared up at me and reached back with her right hand, only to whine and rub her hot, smoldering ass. "It still hurts, Jeremy!" "Do you want to lick your sister's pussy for me?" I asked Alison, my hips thrusting hard and fast upon her upturned ass. I grabbed both of her pig-tails and literally steered her face toward the gate to paradise. "Come on, Alison. DO YOU?" "I WANT IT MORE THAN I'VE EVER WANTED ANYTHING!" And with that, Alison jammed her face between Lindsay's outstretched thighs and began feasting on that all-you-can-eat buffet as my balls slapped against her hips, her body jerking about in response to each of my thick, heavy thrusts. Lindsay was on fire. Her cheeks were a crimson red and her face was covered with perspiration. She still had tears in her eyes from the spanking, but her focus had shifted to Alison and, more specifically, her tongue. I could easily tell that Alison was providing great pleasure for Lindsay with her tongue. She was the ultimate cheerleader gone bad! Hell, both of them were. And I was the lucky recipient... "You like that pussy, Alison?" Now, it was my turn to taunt and tease her. Oh, this was fun. "Oh, you do, huh? Yeah, you LOVE that pussy. This is your life-long dream, isn't it? Isn't it? To be this close with Lindsay?" "My life-long dream is to marry Lindsay!" Alison roared out, her tongue flicking itself over and across that tiny, little clitoris, as my flesh continually pounded against hers. "But now I want to marry THE REST OF YOU ALL TOOOOO!" "ALI!" Lindsay huffed in rebuttal. I crammed every inch of my cock - every damn centimeter - inside of Alison's tight, unforgiving pussy. I felt something inside of me pop, and then Alison screamed out in orgasm. I was not too far behind Alison, my shaft emptying its erotic discharge deep into her pussy. My mind wavered back and forth on the very edge of madness, every muscle within my body stretched thin and on high alert. Wow! What a morning! I nearly passed out, just like before, but collapsed into a satisfied heap upon Alison instead. In the moments that passed, I eventually realized that Alison was wedged between Lindsay and yours truly. But that was not a bad thing, mind you. Their mouths were attached as one and they were sharing wet, sloppy kisses as my mind focused on the reality at hand. The entire bedroom smelled like sex. Hot, raunchy sex. Incestuous sex. When I completely regained my bearings, something came over me. A warm, calming feeling, accompanied by a strange burst of energy. Something important was upon was. Not on its way, but here. Right now. And it was monumental. I recalled a few months ago when Lindsay first approached me about the possibility of Alison joining our family. She had visions of Alison one day being a wife and even giving birth to a child of mine (or four). I was quite skeptical and leery, naturally. The idea was crazy! But I listened to Lindsay, and the rest of my wives, and gave Alison an opportunity to fit in with us. It was against my better judgment at the time, but things could not have possibly worked out any better in the end. For that, I smiled up at the high heavens above, a silent thanks. I glanced down the 18-year-old virgin I once knew her as; the one girl who caused my heart to clench while, at the same time, was one of my very best friends. Oh, I loved Lindsay. She meant the whole world to me, and Alison was well on her way to sharing the same distinction. The depth of feeling there staggered me as I watched the two sisters cuddle and kiss. Indeed, nothing could possibly seem so much more right. The four-girl party later tonight would solidify Alison's place in the family. She was going to spend the night with Lindsay, Trish and Amy. Oh, I would be in the voyeur room all evening! We were upon a new chapter in the life story of Lindsay and Alison, as well as myself and everyone else, and I for one could not wait to see how it all played out. <<<- End of Chapter 18 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 5: Family" (c) 2016 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!