My Friends the Allens -- Pat Considers
by Mark Aster

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Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
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The guests, including Tina and Owen and their kids, are gone,
and I've been helping Pat and Julie clean up the suite.  Finally
all the dishes are disposed of, the furniture straightened,
broken Power Ranger dolls tossed into the "belongs to other
people" box in the kitchen.  It's amazing how much of a mess
two kids can make.

Pat sits down on the couch across from me.  She smiles, and her
eyes are startling and soft.  Their usual fires are banked, their
usual challenge muted.  She looks younger, more vulnerable.  I've
been privileged to see her like this a few times, and it does
something to my heart.  In a way she looks more like Julie, her
younger sister.  But in a way she looks even more like Pat.

"So," she says, "do you think it'd be fun to have a baby?"

Eventually, I pick myself up off the floor.  "Patricia," I say,
"in my frequent prayers of thanks for having been born male, one
of the major elements is gratitude that I will never experience
pregnancy or labor.  So, I would say, no, it would NOT be fun to
have a baby."  Geez!

She grins at me.  I admire her face, her hair, her body.  She is
wearing worn jeans, a "Devour Authority" t-shirt, and a denim
overshirt.  She smells wonderful.  "Silly!  Do you think it'd be
fun if I had a baby?"

Think of something to say.  Think of something to say!  I
can't think of anything to say.

"Uhh...  You mean like Valerie?"  Valerie, a.k.a. the Hellion,
is the six-year-old daughter of a childhood friend of Pat's.  She
has been known to make the most eager of future fathers seriously
consider the priesthood.  "Yeah, like Valerie," says Pat,
ignoring my point, "she's a sweetheart."  I go back to sitting in
anguished silence.

"You're cute when you're nervous!" she declares, and holds out
her hands.  "Come over here," she says in her best fake Gypsy
accent, "vee make ze Beast with Two Backs, and zhou relax, eh?"

I'm easy.  I let her seduce me.  We cuddle and neck on the couch.
Her lips are full and sweet, and her hands gentle.  We slip each
other's clothes off, and press our bodies together.  I take her
heavy breasts in my hands and kiss them, moving my tongue across
her stiffening nipples.  Julie passes through on her way up the
stairs, and makes some friendly obscene remark.  I kiss the bare
skin at Pat's waist, making love to the pink dent from her
panty waistband with my tongue.  She spreads her thighs, and
her pussy opens to me.  I spread her lips with my fingers and
run my tongue over her slit.  She purrs and fluffs my hair.

Then I am up over her, and her hands are on my body, urging me
down onto her.  I stroke her breasts and kiss her, and rub my
swollen cock up and down her slit, moistening us with her juices.
She guides me to her opening with one hand.  "Um," I say, struck
by a sudden thought, "you're not fertile or anything, are you?"
She laughs and thrusts with her hips, engulfing me.  "If I get
my contras reversed, you'll AHHHH you'll be the first to know."

I slide into her, out of her, I kiss her mouth as I swell and
harden inside her.  Her hands play over my back, tightening as
she gasps, loosening and caressing as she moans.  "If I do --
OH god -- if I do someday -- AHHHhhh -- want a baby, would you
-- OH you OH -- like to be the father?"  I stop, my cock sliding
to a halt deep inside her, my lips by her ear.  I kiss her
earlobe.  This is not a situation that I'm used to thinking in.
Do I want to father her children?  Hell, this is PAT!

"Do you need an answer right now, ma'am?" I whisper back.  She
laughs, and softly we begin to move again.  I raise myself up,
sliding my shaft firmly up and down her clit.  Her lips open.
I kiss her mouth as I feel her beginning to come.  "AhhhhHH!" she
moans, "Ahhhh it's good, uuuuhhhhNNN!"  She rocks her hips and
strokes herself up and down under me.  I let myself go, fucking
her urgently and deeply, about to come myself.  "Ahhh, AHHH, I
LOVE you!"  And we come together there on the white couch, hotly
and noisily, our bodies sweaty and naked.  We collapse together
in a heap.  We kiss lightly, mouths closed, lip to lip.  A
whisper.  "I love you, too."

Later.  Julie is in the bedroom, in a thin purple camisole,
brushing out her hair in front of the mirror.  I walk up behind
her and put my hands on her shoulders.  "Little Sister," I say
to her.  She picks up one of my hands and lightly kisses the
fingers.  "Why do I like it so much when you call me that?" she
asks, looking up at me.  I sit down in the other chair, next to
her.

"You know Pat is talking about having a baby?" I ask.  She looks
at me and smiles, her face happy but a little frightened, like a
girl the day of her first date.  "Yeah," she says, and comes and
sits in my lap, straddling me, her small breasts poking softly at
me under the silk.  "I think it's neat.  And you know she's
thinking of YOU for father."  She taps my chest with one
forefinger; her other hand strokes my side idly, erotically.

"Do you know WHEN she's planning the happy event?" I ask lightly,
or hopefully lightly, moving my palm up her stomach and under her
right breast, gently outlining the small covered nipple.  "Oh,
probably not right away," she answers, "We Allens always plan
in advance."  She leans forward and kisses my neck, her tongue
playing deliciously over my skin.  I sigh and settle back in the
chair.  "Would I marry her?"  The thought makes my throat tight.
Julie's lips on my skin are soft and eager, electrifying.
"That'd be optional, I think.  Of course," and she raises her
head from my neck to look me straight in the eyes, "you would
hang around to help bring up the kid in any case.  Or we'd have
to hunt you down and kill you."  She kisses my mouth lightly, and
begins unbuttoning my shirt.  I put one thumb on each of her
nipples through the camisole, and press gently.  Her skin is
warm and enticing.

She slips my shirt back over my shoulders, and licks my nipples.
Her hands stroke my chest and stomach.  She slides her fingers
down, rubbing just under the edge of my pants, and then sliding
down outside to press my swelling cock.  The camisole has ridden
up her hips, and her pussy, moist and tender, peeks out from
under it.  I put my hands behind her and rub her ass.

"If I give Pat a child, do I still get to boff her little
sister?" I ask, as she undoes my pants and frees my cock.
"Oh, yes," she breathes, "oh definitely yes!"  She kneels
between my knees and opens her soft mouth.  Her tongue touches
me, tickles the head of my cock, as her soft hands stroke
me to an aching erection.  A hot tear leaks from my penis,
and she licks it off.  Humming to herself, she parts her lips
and takes me inside her, her lips tightening and loosening around
me as she sucks.  I caress her shoulders and gasp.

Julie's head moves insistently over my lap; the fingers of one
hand are around the base of the shaft, squeezing gently.  Every
squeeze sends hot spikes of pleasure through me.  Her other hand
soothes and teases my balls.  I throw my head back and groan,
my eyes closed.  I am incredibly hard and throbbing; it can't
last long.  "I -- I'm going to come."

"Yep," says Julie, raising her mouth from me and pumping with her
warm hand, "that's the idea."  She giggles softly and takes me in
her mouth again, her lips sliding over every aching ridge and
vein.  Her tongue slides ardently over the thin skin below the
head, and I come explosively in her mouth, clutching at her soft
shoulders and groaning.  She pulls me out at the last minute, and
the last stream of cum wets her cheek and the side of her nose.
She kisses my limp penis, and sits on my knee.

"See?" she says, wiping a bit of my semen from her cheek and
holding up her finger, "Millions and millions of potential little
babies.   Think about it."  And looking me in the eyes she wipes
her finger across her lips, my cum shining on her hot pink mouth.

So I think about it.  For the next few days, I think about it a
lot.  I watch Pat, I listen to her voice, I admire her curves.
I talk to the girls, I call Aunt Kate in Massachusetts.  I even
talk to Jake about it.  He just laughs.  "I dunno!  You ready to
be assimilated into the Allen Group Mind, man?"  I dunno.

The girls make it clear that whatever I decide won't change some
of the important details of our relationship.  "The Secret
Masters bred monogamy out of our gene-line sometime back in the
early 1800's," says Julie.  So can I take the idea of Pat having
other men after having a child with me?   I think so; the idea of
Pat fucking other men appeals to me, as usual.  Maybe the Secret
Masters got to my ancestors also.  Then I think of Pat having a
CHILD by another man, and something ancient and dangerous stirs
inside me.  Interesting.

Am I ready for a kid in my life?  Is anyone ever ready for that
kind of change?  Probably not.  But I probably never WILL be
ready, and it'd be a shame not to continue the old gene-line.

Sometimes you just have to decide, knowing that you don't have
enough data, and that you'll never know for sure if you were
right.  I go to the hotel early one morning, and let myself into
the Allens' suite.  Julie is reading in the livingroom; seeing
the determination in my eyes, she resists the temptation to
seduce me.  "Her Majesty is still in bed," she says, nodding
towards the bedroom.  I chew lightly on my lower lip, take off
my clothes, and softly open the door.  As I walk into the warm
room, my cock slowly rises before me like a flagpole.  Pat is
awake; she sits up naked in the bed as I come in.

"Pat, if and when you decide you want a child, if you're still
interested in my being the father, I would be happy and honored
to impregnate you, and help you and your crazy relatives bring
up the result."  I open my eyes.  Pat is smiling at me, a huge
childish smile, and her eyes are bright.  She pats the bed, and
I sit down beside her.  She puts her arms around me, and she
whispers in my ear.  "That's probably the sweetest and sexiest
thing anyone's ever said to me."  Her body is solid and warm.

We lie under the covers together and neck.  Our mouths linger on
each other, our tongues dance.  She runs her fingers through my
hair.  "So," I ask, as she kisses my neck and my ears, "when
is the Big Step?"  She purrs.  "Oh, sometime in the next two or
three years; I'll let you know."  My heart does things in my
chest; it must show on my face.  She draws slightly away from me
and looks me in the eyes.  My heart settles down.  "Are you
relieved or disappointed?" she asks softly.  "Yep, absolutely,"
I reply.

I take her head in both hands and kiss her deeply on the mouth,
sliding my tongue between her lips, and roll over toward her,
one leg between her thighs, my cock leaving a trail of tears on
her skin.  She moans and scratches my back with her fingernails.
Am I glad she doesn't want a baby this week?  Am I sorry?  I tell
my mind to shut up, and go back to making love.

We wrestle amorously, skin to skin, laughing and panting.  She
pins me, rolling over onto me, her big firm breasts hanging by
my face.  I kiss them and nibble her nipples as she spreads her
thighs over my cock and wriggles her hips.  I kiss her mouth and
stroke her magnificent ass.

There's something different about fucking a woman that you know
you may someday make a baby with.  Her body is amazingly real,
terribly concrete.  Every molecule of her warm gasping body
seems connected so intensely to the world.  As your fingers
sink into the flesh at her hips, it's like holding the universe,
fucking some vast primal force.  Her face as she comes is so
beautiful it tears at your heart.

My own orgasm, thrusting and shooting my semen into Pat's womb,
screaming with delight and helplessness, is incredible.  Her
body swallows me up entirely as I come, and shout, and cry.

I'm looking forward to the real thing...


My Friends the Allens -- Pat Considers
by Mark Aster
The End