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ETIENNE: DREAMING OF THINGS TO COME

   Part I, Chapter One

   Lorne Williams studied the activity around him with care, noting the
security people for the visiting VIPs were obvious.  As general manager of
one of the largest research centers in the country, Lorne was used to VIPs
coming and going.  Still, today was different.

   His boss, Geoff Levin, MD, Ph.D., was bringing Carlton Pharmaceuticals'
board of directors in to show off their multi-billion-dollar investment. 
Shaking his head at the type of ass-kissing Dr.  Levin was apparently
doing, Lorne stepped back into his office, which overlooked the reception
area on one side and the area known as Lab One.  He studied his handsome
face in the in full length mirror behind the door as he closed it and
noticed a new gray hair nestled among the waves of black.

   At 40 years old, he was not only the youngest man in his position; he
was the only Black in Carlton's upper management.  As he contemplated the
reason for the errant hair, the phone rang.  Crossing to his desk, he
picked up the handset, surprised to hear the voice of his 16-year-old
daughter, Etienne.

   "Eti, what's going on?" he asked.  "Is everything okay?"

   "Oh, yes," she answered.  "I just wanted you to know I'm home from
school and to ask you about dinner."

   Lorne could picture his little girl, all smiles and becoming quite a
pretty young lady.  Ever since his wife, Eleanor, died, his work and
Etienne was all that mattered to him.

   "Sure, honey," he finally said.  "At home or would you like to have a
date with a tired, old doctor?"

   She giggled, but said, "Tired, huh?  Dinner at home will be fine, then.
I'll start on the salad and I'll see you later."

   He smiled at the thought of Eti bustling around the kitchen.  Since they
did not require his presence at the meeting being held in Lab One, he
buzzed his secretary and told her he was leaving for the day.  He also let
her know if Levin needed him, they could reach him at home.

   The ride home was quicker than usual; before long, he was turning onto
the main drive of Cascade Falls, a quiet upper-middle class housing
development.  He remembered the day the house was completed and the joy on
Ellie's face when he finally showed it to her.  Keeping the house a secret
was difficult while they were building it, but somehow he managed to hide
the construction costs from the household budget program.

   Closing the garage door behind him, Lorne entered the house and looked
around, a feeling of pride swelling inside him.  He remembered his poor
roots and marveled from time to time how hard work could pay off.

   Turning into the kitchen, he saw Etienne hard at work slicing tomatoes
for the salad and humming a tune he couldn't recognize.  He could smell
steaks broiling and he was slightly embarrassed when his stomach growled, a
reminder that he had missed lunch due to the project startup procedure.

   At 16, Etienne had large, firm breasts and her mother's full lips.  Her
wide hazel-brown eyes stood out against her light brown skin, framed by her
long, jet-black hair.  How much she resembles her mother, he thought as he
cleared his throat.  Etienne turned at the sound and when she saw her
father, the smile spread quickly across her face.

   "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so you have time to get cleaned
up before we eat."

   Hmm.  Bossy, too - just like her mother.

   Part I, Chapter Two

   All during dinner, he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Etienne,
surprised to feel his cock beginning to grow hard.  It served to remind him
he didn't really have time for sex since Ellie died - between his job and
raising Etienne, where could time be found?  More, he realized his erection
was growing larger the more he looked at Eti.  Her voice brought him back
to the present.

   "...And I got an A on my science test." Her voice trailed off as she
noticed the odd look on her father's face.  "Dad?  What's wrong?"

   Without saying anything, Lorne stood suddenly, forgetting his now raging
hard on.  Etienne's eyes grew large at the sight of the huge bulge in her
father's pants, her young pussy instantly getting hot and wet.

   A friend at school, Cindy Harrison, had once bragged her father spent a
lot of time between her legs.  Of course, Eti didn't believe her one bit.
One night during a slumber party, however, she had gotten up to go to the
bathroom and, on the way there, she heard the sounds of someone moaning
softly.

   Following the sounds to the den, she noticed the door was opened
slightly and peeked in - and saw Cindy being fucked with gusto by her
father.  Eti was both shocked and fascinated by the scene before her. 
Cindy's face was twisted with the effort of containing her father's ramming
cock inside her young, tight pussy.  Having never seen a man's penis
before, the sight of it awed her as Mr.  Harrison continued his plunging in
and out of Cindy with deep, swift strokes lifting her off the edge of the
desk.

   Flushed with excitement, Eti slowly backed away from the lurid scene,
very much aware of an ache that suddenly appeared between her own legs. 
She hurried off to the bathroom and back to her sleeping bag and, after a
while, she was fast asleep.  Nevertheless, her dreams were of large, hard
dicks.

   Her mind snapped back to the present.  Her father was saying, "...so,
I'll just go to bed.  Don't forget your homework and remember to put the
dishes away."

   Etienne just nodded and watched her father walk away, the residue of
emotions still fresh in her mind.  She completed her after-dinner chores
mechanically and soon found herself at her desk, trying to focus on her
notes for the upcoming algebra test.  She found her concentration wasn't
complete, the algebraic symbols momentarily losing their meaning.

   Eti was frustrated and she was very much aware of the source of the
frustration.  Sighing, she crossed the room to her bed, stretched out and
let her thoughts take control.

   Eti's mind opened to the scene of her father getting up from the table,
the bulge in his pants clearly defined.  Just the thought of the sight set
her blood on fire.  No matter how hard she tried to clear her mind, the
picture hovered there.

   It bothered her to the point where, even wrapped in the comfort of her
bed, she couldn't get comfortable.  Her hand slipped under her shirt and
she absently toyed with a nipple.  With her other hand, she undid her
jeans, her fingers entwining the lush forest of hair.  She often felt
embarrassed at the crop of dark, curly hair framing her mound.  She let her
finger slide further down and she began to rub her clit, another prominent
feature she often wished she didn't have - but it didn't matter right now.

   She continued to massage her now-erect nipples with one hand, the other
rubbing her clit with greater urgency, her pleasure increasing.  Etienne
stopped long enough to wriggle out of her restricting jeans, letting her
spread her long legs wider.

   The improved access to her wetness was just what the doctor ordered, as
she left her nipples to spread herself wider, slipping two fingers inside.
She imagined the huge imprint in her father's pants was inside her instead
of her fingers, a thought which increased the heat inside her.

   Mouth open, eyes slightly closed, Etienne worked her young pussy
feverishly as her climax built.  She saw in her mind her father's ass
rising and falling rhythmically as he fucked her until, finally, she
exploded.  She gasped as the sensation hit her hard, causing her to tremble
with the release.

   Etienne found this was what she needed, as she curled up feeling warm
and, at least, momentarily sated, she drifted off.

   * * *

   Lorne stepped back, closing the door just as quietly as he had opened
it. He had gone to Eti's room to apologize for not being very social at
dinner.  As he was about to knock on the door, Lorne heard the sounds of
Eti's labored breathing and wondered if she was crying because of his rude
behavior.

   Turning the knob gently, he looked in and saw his daughter fingering
herself, lost in her own pleasure.  The sight of his little girl's fingers
sliding effortlessly in and out of her love nest cause him to have an
immediate erection.  Butterflies appeared in his stomach and his knees felt
weak as he wondered what she was imagining.  His own thoughts were running
rampant as he watched her, noticing how large her clit was as she rubbed it
furiously, reminding him again how much Etienne reminded him of her mother.

   Lorne watched as Eti climaxed, her young body trembling with such
energy, her breasts shaking with each wave rushing through her.  As she was
curling up, he silently closed the door and stood there, shaking.  He went
back to his own bedroom, his thoughts wild and what he just witnessed. 
Realizing his own need for release, he quickly undressed, his cock
springing free from restraint.

   His hand found his erection instantly and began the slow massaging
action to which he'd become accustomed to.  Eti, naked and open, flashed in
his mind as he stroked his cock, wondering what it would be like to take
her like the woman she was quickly becoming.  The thought shamed him and
inflamed his passion that much more as his strokes were getting longer and
faster.

   Lorne threw his head back and let out a long moan as he felt the
beginnings of his own orgasm.  With the picture of Eti's clit in his mind,
he came, the long white spurts crossing the room and landing on the
carpeting.  He continued to stroke his spasming manhood, thinking it's been
too long, much too long.

   Lorne walked to his bathroom to get a towel and began cleaning up.  He
felt the heat of shame intermixed with the flush of release on his face as
he knelt to remove the now-cooling sperm from the rug.  He started the
shower, feeling the sudden need to be clean.

   The water stung him but relaxed him as its heat penetrated his tense
muscles.  Reaching for the soap, he reflected on his feelings about
Etienne. Surprised he was even capable of thinking about Eti in sexual
terms; the taboos of his youth instantly took their place in his mind,
screaming their warning of wrongness.

   However wrong, Lorne couldn't deny his thoughts were somewhat exciting.
Hell, who was he fooling?  Just the thought of sliding his cock into his
"little girl" was such a rush he felt both excited and ashamed
simultaneously.  He was becoming confused, his thoughts warring with his
feelings.  He remembered how embarrassed he felt whenever Ellie asked him
to change Eti as a baby.  Obviously, he'd seen more than his share of
pussy, but this was somehow different.  He would complete the task, always
coming away from it a little shaken and never really knowing why.

   Turning off the shower, he began the task of drying himself while trying
to clear the jumble of thoughts in his head.  Lorne knew he should focus on
his work; he was sure after today's presentation, the secret project in Lab
One would require some reworking, especially after Levin got through
fucking up things.

   Shaking his head at the workload he was sure to face in the morning, he
killed the lights and left the bathroom - and found Eti standing in the
bedroom doorway.

   Mouth open, Lorne was surprised because it wasn't like Eti to just come
into his room without announcing herself first.  In fact, he was so shocked
at seeing her there, he completely forgot the fact he hadn't covered
himself!  Wrapping the towel around himself and regaining some measure of
composure, he crossed to his dressing table and began combing his damp
hair.

   "So," he began.  "What brings you here at this late hour?"

   "I think we need to talk about something," she answered.

   "Okay.  Sit and tell me what's on your mind, Peaches."

   Etienne grinned at the use of her nickname.  He only called her that
when he wanted to lighten what may be a serious conversation.

   Without preambles, Eti said, "You were watching me, weren't you?"

   Lorne flinched; he didn't think she had heard the door close.

   "Uh, well, not really," he finally answered.  "I came to apologize and
when you didn't answer my knock, I thought something may have been wrong."

   "So you stuck your head in?" she asked.

   Lorne nodded, clearly embarrassed.

   "I didn't hear you knock, but I thought I heard the door close."

   "Well, I thought I had been quiet about it."

   They sat silently for a few moments.  Eti had her fears confirmed and
Lorne, well, he felt like Peeping Tom.  Eti then made the biggest decision
of her young life.  Clearing her throat, she said, "I guess, then, my
watching you evened up the score." She waited for the shit to hit the
proverbial fan.

   Lorne closed his eyes, a silent "oh, shit" escaping his lips - and his
face felt incredibly hot.  "You saw that, huh?"

   Eti nodded and sat back to wait for the angry outburst.

   Lorne just sat there, looking for all the worlds like a condemned man.
He couldn't think straight and he really needed to think clearly to deal
with this situation.  His daughter, however, was a little short on
patience; she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.  She was
wondering what sort of punishment he'd give her when he said, "So.  How do
we deal with this?"

   Not being exactly what she expected to hear, Eti blinked, not knowing
how to answer.  Her mind was racing; she knew how she'd like to deal with
it.  The sight of her father standing in the middle of the room, stroking
his large, hard dick was still fresh in her mind.  It was everything she
dreamed it could be and, oh, how she wanted it.

   Upon realizing she had heard the door close, Eti sat immediately,
knowing it could have only been one person there.  "He saw you," her mind
screamed, and she was scared.  "Still," her mind whispered, "isn't it what
you wanted all along?"

   Eti tried to shake the whispers out of her head, all the time knowing it
was the truth.  She had decided to go to him and tell him.  When she got to
his room, she noticed the door was ajar, so she peeked in.  Just in time to
see her father furiously jerking his cock, his hand a blur.

   Eti stood transfixed in the doorway as Lorne continued the rapid
movement.  Suddenly, she saw him stiffen, his hand now moving as if he'd
lost all rhythm and stifled a gasp when she saw the first long spurt of
semen exploding from the swollen head of his dick.  Spurt after spurt shot
from his heaving manhood as she heard her father gasp.  Even from where she
was standing, she could hear his load as it hit the carpeted floor.

   As Lorne moved to the bathroom, Eti realized she had actually stepped
into the room.  Fear glued her where she stood as he came out of the
bathroom with a towel.  Eti knew had he just knelt where he stood, she
would be caught.  However, Lorne turned his back to the doorway, cleaned up
his spent seed, and returned to the bathroom.

   When Eti heard the shower running, she moved to escape - and found she
couldn't, for some reason.  Her knees were weak and shaking as she grabbed
the door's edge for support.  She had no idea how long she stood there with
her mind swimming but, as she regained her composure, her father had
stepped back into the bedroom proper.

   "Shit," she thought.  "I never heard the water stop!" She was caught,
like an insect in amber.  Etienne snapped back to the here and now,
noticing her father's concerned look.

   "Is there something wrong, Peaches?" he asked.  "I asked you a question
and you were a million miles away."

   "I'm okay." She responded.  Eti was aware of a whole squadron of
butterflies who suddenly appeared in her stomach.

   "Well?" asked her father, his concern deepening.

   "Now is our chance!" her mind whispered.  "It's now or never!"

   Clearing her throat, she said, "What I want to do about this is, um..."

   "Go ahead, say it!" The voice continued to tease her.

   "I want to fuck you!" she blurted out finally.  One part of her mind was
totally shocked at her outburst while the part of her, the one consumed
with lust for this man, was very much pleased.

   Lorne, too, was of two minds, one part stunned at his daughter's words,
one part thinking that it wouldn't be a bad idea.  Where was the moisture
in his mouth?  His mouth was so dry!  He blinked, as if it would instantly
solve the problem.

   "Uh, Eti," he began.  "Do you know what you're saying?" Inwardly, he
hoped she did.  Under his towel, he could feel his cock beginning to stir
in anticipation.

   Eti, for her part, was doing some thinking of her own.  Gathering her
resolve, she moved toward the bed where her father was sitting.  "That's
it! Go get it.  You know you want it and so does he!"

   She approached her father, her fear slipping away at every step.  She
stood before him and looked into his eyes and saw his want and his morality
clashing inside him.  Etienne made up her mind, knowing somehow she
couldn't walk away now.

   Part I, Chapter Three

   In the mysterious way only women seem to know about, Etienne pulled the
oversized T-shirt she had been wearing over her head in one continuous
motion, revealing her young body.  Her large breasts were considered a
curse for her - but now she was hoping her father would like them.

   "Yes, I know exactly what I am saying," she finally answered.

   Lorne was frozen in place at the sight of his little girl's
well-developed body.  He drank in her large breasts in a glance, his eyes
moving down to her flat belly and stopping at the tufts of dark hair
covering her mound.  He could even see the head of her unusually large
clit, thinking her mother's hadn't been so pronounced.

   "This is...  Peaches, this is wrong," he croaked.

   Eti remained silent as she stepped closer to Lorne.  Now mere inches
away, she reached down and, in one deft movement, stripped him of his
towel, exposing his now raging erection.  She marveled at how large and
thick it looked close up.  She watched it throb with every beat of his
racing heart.

   Lorne tried to stand but Etienne was standing too close to him.  His
eyes frantically searched for the swiped towel, hoping to covering his
embarrassment, but it was on the other side of the room.

   "No, Peaches; we can't..." his protest sounding weak in his ears.

   "We can, dear father.  And we will." With those words, Etienne knelt
before him until his cock was in her face.  She reached up and tried to
encircle it with her hand, but it was too large for her small hand.

   Lorne struggled to free himself as he watched her head dip to capture
the head of his cock in her mouth.

   "Yes, oh, yes!" the voice in her head screamed as she covered the
plum-shaped cock head, her tongue fluttering across the slitted opening. 
She had always dreamed of doing this, often practicing with lollipops and
bananas in her room.  Ah, but this was the real thing, not a piece of candy
or fruit.

   Growing bolder, she let her mouth slide further down his shaft slowly.
She gagged slightly as the head of his massive cock reached the back of her
throat.  Backing off, the feeling quickly disappeared.

   Lorne could only watch with a mixture of horror and pleasure, as his
baby, his little darling, began to suck him, her head bobbing gently.  He
could tell this was new for her, but he didn't care.  This was so very
wrong and felt so very good!

   Lorne's excitement rushed through him as her inexperienced mouth worked
on him.  She looked up at him and the sight of his hard blackness
penetrating her mouth was too much for him.  He was coming and he tried to
move her head.

   Eti could feel the tremors in his cock.  As she looked up at him, the
tremors got stronger and she could feel his hand trying to move her off her
captured prize.  "He's going to come," the voice in her head said.  She
held her position despite his efforts to steal her treat from her.

   Lorne struggled against his daughter.  He couldn't believe that he
couldn't free himself until finally, Lorne realized he didn't want to be
freed.  He relaxed a little and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips.  His
hips began to fuck her hot, moist mouth with short, gentle strokes.

   Eti's mouth strained to hold his thrusting meat.  Her jaws were
beginning to ache, but she was determined to have this.  With both hand
around his thick shaft, she slid them up the shaft, feeling the bunched
skin against her widely spread lips.

   Lorne was bucking out of control, his legs moving as if they had a mind
of their own, his head violently moving back and forth as Eti sucked and
jerked his dick.  He stiffened as he started coming, the intensity almost
causing him to pass out.

   "Oh, yes!" he breathed as his balls emptied their load into her mouth.

   Eti wasn't prepared for the copious volume of liquid lust pouring from
the slit of his cock.  When her father's body went stiff, she instinctively
moved her mouth back to cover only the bulbous head of his cock.  She could
feel each spurt on her tongue, hot and salty.  He was coming so much it
started leaking through the seal of her lips, trailing down her chin and
neck.

   As he softened, Etienne lifted her head, licking his seed from her lips
and looked at her father, now sprawled across the bed, trembling as if he
were cold.  Climbing on the bed next to him, she could see the beads of
perspiration on his forehead and upper lip.  His eyes opened and, after a
few seconds, they focused on her.

   She smiled at him, feeling good and very wicked.  Lorne blinked several
times, clearing his vision until he could only see one Eti instead of two.

   He started to speak, but Eti silenced him with a kiss, her tongue
snaking between his lips in an instant.  His mouth softened beneath hers as
he returned the kiss, tentatively at first, but with increasing desire. 
Lorne could taste his sperm on her lips as their tongues battled against
each other.  The depth of her own passion was quickly overcoming Eti as her
father rolled her over onto her back, their lips still locked tightly
together.

   Lorne was in command now, and he planned on taking full advantage of it.
Breaking the kiss, he ran his tongue down the side of her face to the spot
behind her ear, stopping along the way to nibble at her earlobe.  Eti's
arms wrapped around his neck as he nuzzled her neck, licking and sucking
her sweet flesh gently.  He was mumbling incoherently as he worked his way
to her breasts, so full and soft.

   Capturing a nipple between his lips, he sucked at it while his fingers
sought and found her incredibly large clit.  He grabbed it between two
fingers and began to jerk her clit, surprised at how much it felt like a
cock.

   Her hips rose to meet his probing fingers, waves of ecstasy flowing over
her as he sucked each of her nipples in turn, his tongue tracing crazy
patterns over them.

   Lorne was growing impatient; he had to taste her!  With some reluctance,
he abandoned her more than ample breasts.  Spreading her legs, he opened
his beautiful flower, exposing her wetness.  He could easily see her young
cunt lips were spread slightly and her clit, so large and full, easily
stuck out a good inch or two from her juicy lips.

   Eti could feel her father's breath on her pussy as drew closer.  Her
eyes closed and she tried to relax as much as she could.  His tongue
touched her clit and it was if something electrical had landed there.

   With a near savage grunt, Lorne dove into his daughter's cunt, licking
and sucking her young pussy like a starving man.  He barely noticed that
Eti had spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her blossoming
womanhood.  He sucked her clit, thinking this is what it must feel like to
suck a cock, as his tongue raced around the head of her clit, feeling it
grow harder between his lips.

   Lorne ran his tongue into her virgin cunt, sliding between the gaping
flesh.  He probed deep into her, tasting the clean fresh taste of her sex.

   Eti thrashed uncontrollably on the bed as her father ate her.  Her hand
reached out and found his cock, now hard again, and moved herself so that
she could suck him.  Feeling her mouth on him again filled Lorne with more
energy and he doubled his efforts, sucking her clit furiously as she fucked
his face.

   The new lovers ate each other like this for some time, each savoring the
new but wrong feelings of what they were doing.

   Etienne experienced an orgasm so intense that she felt as if she
couldn't breathe.  She released his straining cock from her mouth as she
thrust her hips against his face, riding out her orgasm.

   Lorne was surprised as Eti came, a hot rush of liquid so strong and so
unexpected it got up his nose, stopping his breathing and stinging his
nostrils.  Despite this, he continued to suck her clit, feeling it
quivering in his mouth.

   He moved quickly to position himself between her open legs.  What he
wanted to do was to rush in strongly; however, Etienne was still a virgin,
so he had to be careful not to rip her open.

   Sensing his hesitation, Eti looked up at him, her eyes wild with lust.
"DO IT!" she screamed.  "DO IT NOW!"

   The harshness of her words shook him and, without a further thought,
plunged into his daughter's unproven flesh.  He felt his cock spread her
wide and deep, until he pressed against her maidenhead.  Without
hesitation, he thrust forward savagely, passing through her cherry easily
until he was deep inside her.

   Eti grunted with the force of his entry, the sharp pain blazing through
her as she lost her cherry.  The pain was intense, but subsided as quickly
as it had appeared.  She felt her father's hand cradle her ass, lifting her
slightly as the last couple of inches of hard maleness slid into her.  She
felt stuffed, never imagining that it could feel this good.

   Lorne fucked slowly at first, giving his Peaches time to adjust.  He
looked into her eyes and, as they met, he knew that this was what he'd
always wanted.

   "You okay?" he asked.

   Eti smiled back at him and nodded, her deepest desire becoming a
reality.

   He returned her nod and began to fuck her with gusto.  All he wanted to
do was to please her as he drove his hardness into her.  Lorne looked down
and could see his thickness as it withdrew, covered with her juices and, to
his shock, a little blood.  His stroke faltered, guilt plainly written
across his face.

   "Don't worry, Dad," she said, reading his expression.  "I'm fine.  Just
fuck me, please!"

   Shaking his head, he resumed his movement inside her, his own passion
now growing with leaps and bounds.  Gone were any feelings of guilt; all he
knew was Eti felt good under him.

   Eti wrapped her legs around her father as best she could, holding on to
him tightly as he fucked her, her breasts shaking everywhere with the force
of his thrusts inside her.  He filled her totally and completely, to the
point where it was both painful and pleasurable.  Their grunts and groans
of pleasure filled the room, their sweat mingling with the other juices as
Lorne rode his little girl hard.  His lips found hers and they shared a
deep kiss, tongue flitting here and there.  The sounds of breathing were
heavy in each other's ears as they continued to kiss.

   Eti whispered in her father's ear, "Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck your little
girl!"

   Lorne really didn't need encouragement, but he aimed to please her. 
Taking a deep breath, he cut loose on her, his hips moving swiftly, their
bodies impacting at their junction of love.

   His strokes quickened and Eti could feel his cock swell inside her,
stretching her beyond her limits while feeling the first spurt of his sperm
splash her insides.  It was so hot it triggered her own release.

   A growl started in Lorne's throat as he pumped his seed into her, his
hips losing their once steady rhythm.  Eti could feel his excess escape her
stretched cunt, dribbling down the crack of her ass.

   "Yes, damn it, yes!" she shouted as she felt the last spurt come from
his cock.

   Lorne was growing soft inside her.  Spent and sated, he leaned forward
to kiss her hungrily.  "I love you, Peaches," he said, feeling very warm
and rather fuzzy.

   "I love you, too, Daddy." She answered sleepily.  "Thank you."

   Exhausted and pleased, the new lovers slept.

   Part I, Chapter Four

   Lorne was dreaming.  He was holding his dear Ellie in his arms, feeling
warm and content knowing she was there with him.  He smiled as he felt
Ellie snuggle up to him, feeling her warm breath against his shoulder. 
Lorne turned his head and opened his eyes - and looked into Etienne's
sleeping face!

   Coming fully awake, Lorne slowly disengaged himself from the sleeping
form next to him and got out of the bed.  It took him a few moments to
remember why Eti was here and, when he did finally remember, a wave of
anguish flowed over him.

   "You did it, you really did it, didn't you," a little voice in his head
asked.

   He trembled at the thought of what had happened here last night.  He
took a few steps backwards, as if trying to remove himself from the scene
of the crime.  His thoughts were now chaotic, the implications clear in his
mind as he realized he'd done the unthinkable, committed the ultimate sin.

   As he backed up, he bumped into the chair next to his dressing table,
knocking it over.  It thumped to the floor, the sound partially muffled by
the thick carpeting.  It was enough to awaken Etienne.

   Eti sat up slowly and stretched, her movements almost catlike in nature.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around the room.  When she
spotted Lorne, a smile spread across her face.  However, Eti's smile
quickly disappeared when she saw the frightened look on his face, feeling
his fear as clearly as if it were her own.

   Failing to stand the chair upright, Lorne sat on the floor, feeling sick
of mind and body.  He saw Eti looking at him, concern etched on her face.
Swallowing hard, he finally spoke.

   "Morning, Peaches," he began.  "Sorry about the noise."

   "Forget that," Eti answered.  "What's wrong with you?"

   "Me?  Nothing.  What makes you think there's something wrong?" he lied.

   Eti, to her credit, saw right through his deception.

   "You look like you saw the proverbial ghost," she observed.  "Don't tell
me you're feeling bad about last night.  Please don't tell me that."

   The guilty look on his face told her this was exactly what he was
feeling.  Climbing out of the bed, she went to him.

   Lorne had to notice how her breasts bounced with each step she took, her
lithe muscles rippling slightly.  She sat next to him and he moved away
from her without thinking about it, his fear increasing.  Eti reached for
him, causing him to flinch.  Frowning, she grabbed his arm and, somehow,
managed to pull him to her.

   Lorne refused to meet her eyes, his shame blanketing him like a shroud.
Etienne took his face in both hands and forced his head around.

   "Look at me!" she demanded, gripping his face tighter when he tried to
turn away.  "Look at me, damn you!"

   Slowly, he turned his head at the force of her words.  He could see the
anger flashing in her eyes, but made himself look at his flesh and blood.

   "You think you defiled me, don't you?"

   He nodded.

   "Well, you didn't.  You did what we both wanted."

   Part of Lorne's mind had to admit that he had wanted her.

   Eti continued.  "I've always wondered what it was like to be with you,
always wondered why Mother was always so happy with you.  Now, I finally
know."

   The mention of her mother ran through him like an electric shock.  It
never occurred to him Eti may have overheard their lovemaking sessions.  He
sat up straighter, his resolve returning.  "So, you were listening in on
us, were you?"

   Seeing he had come back from whatever Hell he had sent himself, Eti
smiled.  "Well, it wasn't like you two were the most quiet of people," she
retorted playfully.

   Lorne smiled despite himself, remembering Ellie's passionate moans. 
"Yeah, keeping quiet wasn't one of our main concerns.  Peaches...  ," he
began.

   Eti cut him off.  "There's no need to apologize.  I wanted it just as
much as you did.  Now, come here." Eti reached down and found his manhood
and began to bring it to full arousal.  Lorne relaxed as his daughter
stroked him.  Turning his head slightly, he sucked at the closest nipple to
him, feeling it grow instantly erect between his lips.

   At his touch, a moan slipped from her and she increased her hand
movements, alternating her grip, giving Lorne new sensations.  Freeing her
nipple from his hungry mouth, she went to work on his stiff member,
engulfing the now enormous head.

   He sighed, and lay back to enjoy the attention Eti was paying to him. 
With her newfound skills, she sucked him with confidence, relishing the
feel and taste of him.  Feeling a little left out, he slid down and
positioned her over his mouth and lowered her to his lips, feeling her
swelling clit enter his mouth.  Eti moaned around his shaft, the vibrations
sending a curious feeling through him.

   Their bodies slick with the sweat of their efforts, father and daughter
enjoyed each other, both lost in the indescribable pleasure.  Their love
was taboo, but neither really cared, for this moment was theirs, for now
and forever.

   Part I, Chapter Five

   Lorne was ecstatic, his pleasure beyond words.  He could feel Eti's
pending orgasm as she moved against his eager tongue and lips, grinding her
large clit against his chin while his masterful tongue plunged in and out
of her, lapping up her musky juices.

   As her father ate her, Eti tried to swallow more of his burgeoning tool,
but found that, for now, she couldn't quite manage it.  So, working as best
she could, she increased her efforts, licking up and down the shaft of the
large, veined monster in her hands.  Her tongue moved back to the
mushroom-shaped head, lapping up the large dewdrop that had appeared there.
It was like nectar to her.

   All she ever really wanted.

   Sitting up, Etienne screwed her overheated flesh into her father's
mouth, using his massive erection to balance herself.  She could feel her
clit, hard and throbbing, sliding quickly between his lips, teasing his
tongue with fleeting touches.

   This was quickly becoming too much for her; Lorne could feel her
miniature cock stiffen then jerk spasmodically as she came, her hot fluids
literally flowing from her, drowning him.  Above him, Eti shrieked as the
waves of pleasure swept over her repeatedly, each jolt causing her to shake
violently.

   Suddenly weak from the intensity of cumming, Eti rolled off Lorne's
soaked face, shivering as if cold.  Before she could recover, her father
rolled her over onto her stomach and, raising her ass, entered her in one
swift, deft movement.  Eti nearly passed out from being filled with so much
so fast.

   Lorne wasn't really concerned; all he could concentrate on was the
joyous feeling of Eti's pussy stretched around his thickness.  "So hot, so
wet," his lust-crazed brain said to him.  He fucked his darling Peaches
with long, fast strokes, pulling all the way out until only the thick head
remained inside her.  He grunted with pleasure as he plunged deeply into
her, the force of his reentry shoving her forward on the floor.

   Etienne was drunk with pleasure, feeling her father moving inside her.
The pain wasn't as bad as last night and, it seemed she was actually
getting used to his gigantic love muscle.  She could hear her father groan
as he fucked her, delighted he was enjoying her so much.

   Lorne reached around and under Eti until he could finger her clit,
rubbing it in time with his strokes.  Eti responded by shoving her ass back
against him harder, the duality of sensations bringing her closer.  Lorne
quickened his pace, his own need for release growing more intense.

   Releasing her clit, Lorne grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her
further.  He looked down and watched as he buried himself deeply into her,
her lips spread wide.  With one movement of his hips, he watched as the
last inch or two disappeared inside her and he felt his cock-head bump into
the opening of her womb.

   Eti gasped as he hit the bottom of her.  She could have never imagined
feeling so full; it was if he had somehow bypassed the confining walls of
her cunt and had entered her stomach.

   Being this deep triggered her released and she cried out before she even
realized it, her young cunt clutching his invading tool tightly.  Lorne,
upon feeling himself squeezed so tightly, felt his cock swell inside her,
and held on for dear life as he emptied himself into her in great heaves.
He shook uncontrollably as he continued to come, his eyes rolling back into
his head.  His mouth, although open, issued a silent scream of pleasure as
she bucked under him.

   Spent, he fell on top of her as she collapsed under both his weight and
the intensity of her own release.  Mindful of the difference in their
weights, Lorne somehow managed to prop himself up on his elbows, while the
last precious drops of his seed emptied into her.

   Unable to maintain his position, Lorne skillfully rolled off Etienne and
lay beside her panting and smiling.  "What a way to start my day," she
finally said.

   Lorne could only smile and nod in agreement, wistfully hoping the day
could continue like this but knowing that he'd better be getting on his way
to the lab and Eti off to school.

   Sitting up, he playfully slapped her bottom, noticing the way it jiggled
for a few seconds.  "Okay," he said.  "It's off to the lab for me and
school for you, so let's hit it."

   Eti groaned in fake displeasure, but moved to comply with his wishes. 
"Oh, okay," she complained.  "I'm going.  Will you drop me off at school?"

   As he moved off to shower, Lorne said, "Of course I will, Peaches.  I'll
be ready in a few minutes, so you'd better hurry."

   After showering and dressing, Lorne dropped Eti off at school.  Giving
her a peck on the cheek, he drove off, heading for his office, whistling
happily.

   Part I, Chapter Six

   Lorne was in great spirits when he arrived at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.
He strolled past the receptionist and noticed, for the first time, how
lovely she was.  The woman was surprised when Lorne spoke to her, her eyes
momentarily going wide.

   "Good morning, Dr.  Williams," she said after recovering.  "Dr.  Levin
wants to see you in Lab One when possible." She handed him the written note
left by Geoff.

   "Okay, fine." He said after confirming the verbal message.  "Call Dr. 
Levin and tell him I'll be there just as soon as I hang up my coat."

   She nodded and he headed off in the direction of his office, silently
wondering what Geoff could possibly want.  Entering his office, he tossed
his jacket on a visitor's chair and crossed to the window which overlooked
Lab One.  From there, he could see Levin frantically waving his hands in
the air and pointing at the genetic splicer.  Frowning, Lorne realized he'd
better get down there before Geoff had a stroke, while wondering what could
have possibly gone wrong.

   Lorne had to pass through a pretty sophisticated bio-filtering system
that scanned him for any contaminants on his person and removed them. 
Although the scanning beam was harmless to the person being scanned, Lorne
had discovered that the beam caused a tickling sensation on his skin.

   The scan completed and a green light went on, signaling that he could
now enter the sterile Lab One environment.  The inner lab door opened and
Lorne went into the lab proper.  Finding Geoff Levin wasn't hard - all he
had to do was listen.

   "...  oh sure, the sub-processing routine worked fine, but the phased
links failed to pass along the genetic code of the sample for slicing!"

   Coming up along a side of him, Lorne smiled in an attempt to disarm the
angry doctor.  "Geoff, what is the problem?" he began.

   "Problem?" Levin sputtered.  "My problem is your pet gene splicer isn't
getting the information properly from the digital sub-processors, that's
what my problem is!"

   Lorne looked at Gene Edwards, the team member who designed the digital
interface between the sub-processors and the splicer.

   "Gene?" he asked.

   "Well," the bearded cyberneticist started, "the sub-processor was
working at analyzing the genetic structure of the sample in the splicer and
before the analysis was completed, the splicer just started doing its
thing."

   Lorne nodded and asked, "Your analysis of the problem?"

   "A simple matter of one module being out of alignment," came the answer.
"Once the safety monitors detected the error, the process stopped and the
self-diagnostics reported the misalignment, just as designed."

   Lorne thought Gene sounded a bit huffy, but he really didn't blame him.
Levin was a topnotch administrator but he really didn't know how things
worked as well as he should have.  "Was the module replaced?" Lorne asked.

   "Yes and once we replaced it, the system recycled itself.  The process
completed itself, again as programmed.  Total downtime was five minutes."
Gene looked in Levin's direction as he spoke, the pride clearing showing in
his voice.

   After a moment, Lorne nodded and spoke.

   "I see.  Thanks, Gene."

   Before Levin could say a word, Lorne grabbed him by the arm and steered
him toward the room's exit.  "A word with you, Geoff?" he said, dragging
the sputtering man behind him.

   Once back in his office, Lorne spoke.

   "Now.  Just what in the hell are you trying to do to my people?  Gene
Edwards is one of the top cyberneticists in the country.  I don't know what
you said to him, but we need him here with us, not running off to Petrie
Chemicals."

   As he sat behind his desk, Lorne fumed.  Levin was a good man, but prone
to panic.  Like himself, Geoff Levin was a widower trying to raise a
daughter of his own.

   "You know that the board was in here yesterday to see the results of the
project.  While showing the splicer, the damned thing went berserk!  I had
to do some fast talking to convince the board that everything was under
control!"

   Levin waited for Lorne to respond, watching the man for reactions. 
Levin knew the board of directors hadn't really noticed the processor
failure, but he figured acting like a lunatic kept the staff on its toes.

   Lorne turned and started his computer, noticing the correct startup
sequence.  After entering his password, he got to his mailbox, looking for
some word from the board members on yesterday's demo.

   Geoff gave Lorne an impatient look.  "Well?  What are you doing?" he
said, pointing at the monitor.

   Lorne simply held up a finger as he scanned the notice concerning the
demo.  He saw the board had overwhelmingly supported the program and was
pushing toward Phase II completion.  Turning back to Levin, he smiled
broadly.

   "Geoff," he began.  "You are full of shit.  The board approved Phase II;
why were you jumping on my people?"

   Levin produced his own smile, saying "Just doing my job.  Listen, I'm
having a party tonight and you're invited.  Oh, bring Eti with you; she can
keep my Kymber company while us old folks pat each other on the back."

   As both stood and shook hands, Levin added, "Oh.  The party starts at
eight.  Be there or be square." With a wave, Geoff left.

   Lorne sat back in his chair, feeling totally pleased with himself.  He
and his team had worked for six long years and it finally paid off. 
Reaching for his phone, he called home to leave Eti a message on the
answering machine, telling her about the invitation and asking her to call.
That done, Lorne Williams, MD, Ph.D., settled in for a good day's work.

   Part I, Chapter Seven

   Eti saw the message light flashing when she came into the house. 
Crossing to the phone, she rewound the machine and listened to her father's
message.  She frowned at word of the party invitation because she had a
different kind of party in mind.  Yet any chance to see Kymber Levin again
would be worth the aggravation.

   The message ended and Eti went to prepare for the party.  While looking
in her closet for something appropriate to wear, her mind reviewed her
relationship with Geoff Levin's daughter.

   Both went to the same school and Kymber was older by only a few months.
Of course, their fathers were both widowers and they worked for the same
company.  Importantly, though, they shared the same secret desires. 
Except, of course, Eti had realized most of hers.

   She had a few hours to go before having to get ready, so she settled
into her homework, completing her tasks with her usual precision.  She sat
at her desk and, after a moment of thought, reached for her phone and
called Kymber.  Kymber Levin answered on the second ring.

   "Hello, Levin residence."

   Eti smiled, thinking of how snotty Kymber sounded whenever she answered
the phone.  She knew, however, that Kymber was anything but snotty.

   "Hi, Kymmie, it's Eti!"

   "Eti!" Kymber exclaimed.  "You coming tonight?"

   "That's why I called," Eti answered.  She could envision Kymber's smile
matching her own.  "Kymmie, we have to talk," Eti said, all business now.

   "Hmm.  This sounds quite serious," Kymber replied.

   "It is, believe me."

   Kymber looked at the phone, a frown creasing her usually smooth
forehead. She and Etienne were the very best of friends so Kymber knew if
Eti said it was serious, it really was.  "Okay," she finally said.  "When
you get here, we'll go to my room and talk."

   "That's fine," Eti responded.  "I'll see you then."

   Etienne hung up after saying goodbye and stretched out on her bed,
thinking about the last conversation they had.  Well, maybe it really
wasn't talking, but they said some things, either way.

   Closing her eyes, she could still feel Kymber's tongue on her clit and
how thrilling and scary the experience was.

   They were studying together and had been at it for hours.  Kymber had
decided they'd been working too hard and deserved a break.  After a raid on
the Levin refrigerator for munchies and cold drinks, they returned to the
room and fell into the usual talk into which young women get.

   Eti remembered prattling about something when she happened to notice
Kymber looking at her.  She felt a chill rush through her because she
noticed that Kymber's gaze was a bit more intense than just a casual look.

   She had asked Kymber if there was anything wrong, but she never
answered. Instead, Kymber crossed the short distance between them, never
taking her eyes off Eti, until they were practically nose to nose.  Eti
swallowed nervously and tried to speak - but discovered her mouth as dry as
she could ever remember.

   Kymber continued her silence, gazing into Eti's eyes.  Eti found that
she couldn't look away.  For what seemed to last an eternity, Eti's hazel
eyes and Kymber's green eyes were locked together.

   Without warning, Kymber leaned forward until their lips met.  Eti's
mouth opened slightly in surprise, allowing Kymber's tongue to slip in. 
Kymber held Etienne's head in place as she kissed her deeply.  Eti found
herself returning the kiss, something which really shocked her.  Without
thinking, her arms gathered Kymber closer, feeling a hot rush flowing
through her.

   Eti felt herself being gently pushed backward, until she was lying down,
their soulful kiss uninterrupted.  Kymber was kissing her face and ears
and, with her weight pressing down on her, Eti was helpless.  She could
feel Kymber's hand massaging her breast and, strangely, it felt good. 
Scary, but good.

   Again their eyes locked, allowing Eti to read...  something.  She wasn't
quite sure what she saw in her friend's emerald eyes.  While Etienne was
occupied with studying Kymber's eyes, the other young woman had succeeded
in removing Eti blouse and bra, plus her own!

   Kymber had lowered her mouth to Eti's nipple, sucking gently.  All Eti
could do was to hold on, not really understanding what was happening to
her, but knowing what was going to happen.  She also thought she should
stop her friend, while also knowing she would let things play out.

   Eti heard the zipper of her jeans being released and felt the coolness
of the room's air on her now-naked skin.  Kymber continued her assault on
Eti's body.  She felt light kisses on her stomach, the girl's tongue
tracing lazy patterns here and there, sending shivers the entire length of
Eti's body.

   Somehow, Kymber managed to wriggle out of her own jeans without stopping
her steady advance.  Eti, looking through partially closed eyes, could see
one silken globe of the other girl's firm ass as she turned herself.  Eti
felt her legs being parted and lifted slightly, the cool air between her
hot legs somehow increasing her excitement.  She felt Kymber's breath on
her sex, warm and moist thinking this couldn't be happening.

   And knew it was happening as she felt the first flick of Kymber's tongue
on her clit.  A moan escaped Eti's lips as the fluttering tongue explored
her secrets.  She could hear Kymber's moans of delight as she tasted her
victim, muttering something about it being so big and so hard.

   Kymber began to suck Eti's engorged clit, her tongue moving crazily over
the sensitive head, driving Eti insane with pleasures before which she'd
never known.  Eti could feel something happening within her, a building of
feelings that were now screaming for release.  To her horror/pleasure, Eti
could feel her hips moving in rhythm to Kymber's licking and sucking.

   To make things even more bizarre, Kymber was straddling her face,
exposing her curly, musky dampness.  Eti felt a sense of panic as Kymber
lowered herself onto Eti's mouth.  Instinctively, Eti opened her mouth,
allowing Kymber's clit to slide between her parted lips.  Eti sampled the
taste of her friend.  Sharp and tangy, but not in the least unpleasant. 
Curiously, she noticed how hot it was between Kymber's legs.

   The two young women lay in the 69 position, hips pumping, moans filling
the room.  Not being able to withstand the mounting pressure, Eti came
first.  The impact sent the young woman trembling out of control.  Eti
reached down and held Kymber's face tightly to her pussy, practically
fucking the other girl's face.

   It quickly became too much for Kymber as she came, bringing a muffled
scream from her.  Kymber instantly drenched Eti's face in a hot fluid that
flowed in unbelievably long spurts.  She didn't have time to wonder what it
was, as the hot, sweet tasting juice filled her mouth to overflowing.  She
felt Kymber slip her thumb inside Eti's own juicy snatch - stopping at her
maidenhead - which started her coming again, her own hot juices shooting
into Kymber's willing mouth.

   Eti lay on her bed, still remembering how delicious it felt.  She
recalled the look on Kymber's face when they finally separated.  Kymber's
face was slick with Eti's juices and the young woman was flushed with
pleasure.  For a long minute, neither woman spoke.  Finally, Kymber broke
the silence, apologizing repeatedly.

   Kymber had explained that she had always wanted to make love to Eti and
apologized again.  It surprised Eti to see tears in Kymber's eyes and, if
she felt any anger toward her friend, sympathy quickly replaced it.

   It took a while for Eti to convince her friend that everything was okay,
but she managed to let her know that it was all right.  Eti had to admit
she had enjoyed herself, more than she would have expected.  She told
Kymber this, making the young woman stop crying and relax.

   Part I, Chapter Eight

   The sound of the front door closing startled Etienne from her memories
and hearing her father's footsteps.  She glanced at the clock, realizing
angrily she'd foolishly wasted precious preparation time with her lewd
memories.  She hurriedly shed her clothing and raced for the shower,
calling out to her father she'd be ready in twenty minutes.

   Lorne raised an eyebrow as he heard the shower start, wondering what Eti
could have possibly been doing that she was just getting showered. 
"Honey," he called.  "You'd better make it fast; we roll out of here in a
half an hour!"

   Eti hurried out of the shower, toweling off as quickly as possible.  She
went to her closet and pulled out the first dress she saw, a low-cut,
celery green item that left much to the imagination.  She knew her father
would probably give her some static about the dress, but she'd worry about
it later.

   Ten minutes later, she stood in the foyer, waiting for her father.  As
Lorne came down the steps, Eti noticed how handsome he was in a dark blue
suit.  Lorne noticed the dress Eti was wearing, thinking it revealed too
much of her body.  However, they were running late and knew there was no
time to change.

   They filled the drive to the Levin's home with small talk about how each
other's day went.  As he drove, Lorne had to notice how Eti's hemline
allowed a good view of her shapely thighs.  Smiling to himself, Lorne was
thinking about the lovely treasure rested between those thighs.  Well, at
least he thought he was smiling to himself because he noticed his daughter
looking at him with a questioning look.

   "What's so funny?" she asked.

   "Huh?  Oh, nothing, nothing at all.  I was just thinking about something
pleasant."

   Having said that, he fell silent, leaving Eti wondering what could be so
pleasant to have him smiling in such a manner.  She could remember times
when he wouldn't smile and, when he did, it never reached his eyes.  This
smile, however, was genuine and although she didn't know why, she was glad
he could find something to smile about.

   They finally arrived at Geoff's home.  Upon finding a place to park,
Lorne escorted Eti inside.  The first thing Eti noticed was there were
adults everywhere, remembering her father never did mention what kind of
party to which they were going.  A frown crossed her features and it didn't
escape Lorne's scrutiny.

   "I know you didn't expect this kind of party," he began.  "Still, I
figured it would give you and Kymber a chance to do some catching up.  It's
been a long time since you last saw each other."

   Upon hearing her friend's name, she brightened.  "I'll try to find her.
You really don't mind, do you?" she asked.

   Lorne shooed her away with a wave.  "Go on, find Kymber and have a good
time.  When I'm ready to leave, I'll let you know." With a bright smile,
Eti set off in search of Kymber.

   Kymber Levin was in her room, pouting.  She hated it when her father
held these ass-kissing parties because none of the other stuffed shirts
thought to bring their kids with them.  She shook her head in frustration,
her long, dark red mane flowing like blood before settling back into place.

   Kymber jumped up and paced around the room knowing that before long, her
father would be pounding on the door to drag her out to meet his coworkers
and other people with whom she'd rather have nothing to do.  Kymber stopped
in front of her dressing table and her frustration grew, realizing she
hadn't even finished dressing for this joke.  Before she could cross to her
closet, she heard a knock on the door.

   "Probably some schmuck who can't find the fucking bathroom," she fumed.
Crossing the room swiftly, she yanked the door open, not caring she only
wore her bra and panties.  "This should give them something to talk about!"

   The door opened to reveal Eti Williams and Kymber's foul mood
immediately vanished.  "Eti!" she cried.  "You made it!  Come in!"

   Eti was a bit confused at her friend's exuberant welcome, but stepped
inside so Kymber could close the door.  Without breaking her stride, Kymber
grabbed her by the hand and pulled her over to the bed, where she sat. 
After a moment, Eti sat beside her.

   "So," Kymber began.  "What was so important?"

   Etienne hesitated for a moment, not sure if she could trust the
red-haired, green-eyed woman sitting next to her.  She looked up into
Kymber's eyes and saw concern in them instead of curiosity.  Taking a deep
breath, she told her what took place between her and Lorne, not leaving out
any detail.

   Kymber sat and listened as patiently as she could.  Eti could see Kymber
was dying to flood her with questions and appreciated Kymber's attention
while she told it like it was.

   Finally, her tale told, she sat back and waited for Kymber's response.
Kymber surprised Eti with her response; instead of the verbal outburst she
expected, she saw a tear flowing down her cheek.

   Kymber said, after wiping her face, "Oh, my.  I am so happy for you!"

   Not exactly the response Eti expected.  Still, she felt buoyed by her
friend's acceptance of her situation.

   Kymber took Eti's hands and held them, squeezing gently.  Kymber was
alive with energy - as they held hands, Kymber was bouncing on the bed
until the whole thing was shaking.

   "Kymber!" Eti exclaimed, looking at the bed.

   Kymber flushed bright red with embarrassment and settled her bouncing
down to a manageable quiver.

   "I don't know what else to say," Kymber said, her eyes sparkling.

   "Just tell me you understand," Eti responded.  Kymber could only nod
and, before the silence could grow any further, Kymber spoke.  "Well!  What
shall we do?  It looks like the grownups will be at it for a while."

   Etienne knew what she wanted to do, but wasn't sure how to go about it.
Suddenly, it came to her: Why not give Kymber a taste of her own medicine?
Since they were still holding hands, Eti used it to her advantage.  With a
gentle but sudden motion, she drew Kymber into her embrace and kissed her,
surprising the supple redhead.

   Before Kymber could respond, Eti reached around and unfastened the other
girl's bra, freeing her ample breasts.  The bra went sailing across the
room as Eti's hand began to massage her friend's breasts, paying particular
attention to her nipples, now growing hard.

   Kymber gasped at Eti's touch, sending a shiver through her.  Before she
could offer any resistance - not that she was going to resist to begin
with, Kymber felt Eti's mouth close on one erect nipple, her tongue
circling the hot flesh there.

   The two women stopped long enough for Eti to undress and, as she did,
Kymber watched in appreciation.  When she finished undressing, Eti pushed
her friend onto her back muttering, "What's good for the goose..."

   Kymber relaxed, offering herself to her sexy friend.  "Take me," she
whispered.  Eti complied.  Lying next to Kymber, she again lowered her
mouth to a nipple, sucking eagerly, while allowing her free hand to find
it's way between the young woman's thighs.  Kymber's legs parted wide,
allowing easy access to her treasures.  Eti's fingers found Kymber's clit
and she began to stroke it.  She dipped a finger into the young woman to
moisten her fingertip and continued her assault.

   Kymber's back arched at the contact and another moan escaped her lips.
She thought, "She's not holding back...  "

   Unable to stay patient, Eti abandoned Kymber's breasts and she buried
her head between the hot woman's legs, lapping at her cunt hungrily.

   Kymber went wild, unable to contain herself.  She raised her legs higher
and held Eti's head to her hot lushness, feeling Eti's tongue and lips work
at her.  "For someone who only did this once," she thought, "she's driving
me crazy!"

   Eti ate her friend, allowing all the scents and other sensations to
carry her away.  Lovingly, she licked her, feeling Kymber's passion
increase with every touch.  She felt Kymber tremble, which only encouraged
Eti into a higher level of activity.  She inserted two fingers into the
girl's sopping wet cunt and another finger found its way into the girl's
tight back hole, going in up to the second knuckle.

   The combined sensations were too much for Kymber and she exploded, a
near silent cry escaping her parted lips.  She panted heavily as wave after
wave washed over her.  Eti, for her part, was very busy trying to keep up
with the hot, gushing liquid pouring into her face and mouth.  The two
horny women positioned themselves so that each could enjoy the other.  Eti
came almost immediately as Kymber sucked her large clit hard, flicking her
tongue over it rapidly.  They continued to love each other, oblivious to
everything, caring about nothing.

   Part I, Chapter Nine

   Most of the party guests had gone, leaving Lorne and Geoff pretty much
alone.

   "Hey, Lorne, thanks for coming.  You were just as big a part of this as
I was."

   Lorne waved off the accolades and said, "Hey, I'm just glad I could be a
part of all of this."

   The two men fell silent and, comically, did an identical thing: They
were looking for their respective daughters.  Practically speaking
simultaneously, both asked, "Have you seen..." Realizing their gaff, they
grinned foolishly for a moment.

   Geoff said, "They're probably still in Kymber's room, running off at the
mouth.  You know how women are.  Come on, I'll show you where they are."

   They set off toward Kymber's room, going over some highlights of the
party.  Reaching the room, Geoff was about to knock on the door - and
hesitated.

   Lorne, became immediately concerned, asked, "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing, I think.  I don't hear them in there; maybe they're out by the
pool."

   Quietly, Geoff turned the door knob.  The door was unlocked and opened
silently.  Both fathers craned their heads so they could discreetly look
into the room, shocked at what they saw.

   Lorne saw his little Eti with her head buried between Kymber's long
legs. His mouth opened at the sight and he could hear Kymber's astonished
father breathe, "What the hell...  ?" Both men stepped into the room, and
closed the door; neither young woman appearing to hear the slight sound the
catch made.

   Lorne spared a glance at Geoff, expecting to see anger and/or disgust on
his face.  Instead, the spectacle before him transfixed Geoff.  Lorne
couldn't help noticing he wasn't the only one paying attention.  Geoff had
a very noticeable bulge in his pants; not that he could blame him because
what he was seeing turned him on as well.

   Lorne decided.  Without looking at the other man, he began to undress,
removing his clothes as quietly as he could.  As much as he respected Geoff
and Kymber, his lust was overpowering.  Totally naked, he started toward
the bed, stopping only to look back at Geoff with a questioning look. 
Geoff took one look at the young women on the bed, looked at the naked
Lorne Williams, and hurriedly stripped, almost falling over in his haste.

   Now naked the men approached the bed; when they were within reach of
either woman, Lorne broke the silence.  "May we join you?"

   The results were electric!  Both women sat up, their eyes wild with
lust.

   "D-d-dad!" they stuttered in unison.

   Without an answer, Lorne replaced Kymber between Eti's legs and began to
eat the young vixen with gusto.  Lorne replaced whatever shame he may have
felt with lust and desire.  Geoff Levin was frozen in place, his alcohol
induced haze not allowing his brain to believe what his eyes were seeing.
Here before him lay his daughter, her nude body glistening with a coat of
perspiration.  Their eyes met and the elder Levin refused to believe what
he saw in Kymber's eyes.

   Lust.  Pure, unbridled lust.  He was aware of his own passion growing
stronger within him as he watched his co-worker indulge in the pleasures
the young Etienne had to offer.  The sights and sounds astonished him.  He
would have never thought something like this could be happening, here in
his own home!

   Gathering his resolve, he stepped forward to stop the action - and was
stopped dead in his tracks as Kymber's hot mouth wrapped itself around his
swollen member.  Then again, whatever he was going to do, it could wait. 
It had been a very long time. . .

   Closing his eyes and bending his knees slightly, the elder Levin groaned
loudly as the young woman's tongue flicked across the tip of his cock.  As
she pleasured him, Geoff couldn't help thinking where his daughter had
learned such a thing, not to mention who had taught her.  He'd have to talk
to her about this later, but for now, he didn't care.

   Kymber took him deep into her mouth, sending a shiver through him that
buckled his knees.  "You'd better lie down, Dad," said Kymber with a smile.

   Geoff looked around the spacious bed for somewhere to stretch out. 
However, Lorne and Eti were involved in an energetic sixty-nine, the
younger woman's head bobbing with a quick, but steady rhythm.  He stretched
out next to Eti and Lorne in a position which would allow him to watch the
young woman work on her father.

   His own daughter had other ideas, swinging herself on top of him,
matching the position of the couple next to them.  Without hesitation,
Kymber lowered her moist thatch of red hair to his mouth.  Geoff didn't
need any further encouragement as he began to lick the tangy juices he
found there.

   The four lovers continued this way, lost in the depths of their own
private passions.  Years of experience, however, began to take their toll
on the young women as the two fathers plied every skill they possessed,
causing the young women to lose their concentration.  Both were caught up
in their own intense orgasms brought on by the masterful tongues invading
their bodies.

   Without warning, the women traded places.  Geoff suddenly found his head
surrounded by a pair of lovely dark thighs, facing an even darker mound of
hair, along with the biggest clit he'd ever seen.  As Eti lowered her hot
slit, it surprised Geoff to feel her clit slide between his lips.  As he
sucked on the delicious morsel, he couldn't keep from feeling like he was
sucking a man's cock.

   With the change of partners, the action continued.  Lorne's tongue was a
flurry of activity, going from Kymber's soaking wet pussy to her puckered
ass.  He did this so quickly the hot redhead couldn't keep up with the
different sensations as she sucked at the huge black meat deep in her
throat.

   Kymber had always heard stories about Black men being well-endowed - and
here was the living proof.  She had trouble closing her hand around the
hot, thick meat as she worked the large, bulbous head between her lips. 
Kymber could even feel the man's pulse coming from the distended veins that
ran the length of his member.

   The room filled with the sounds of sucking and slurping, experience took
its toll on youthful enthusiasm again.  Eti sat straight up on Geoff's
face, grinding her hips furiously as she rode out yet another intense
orgasm.  Leaning forward, she embraced her soul sister and their lips met
as the two women were subjected to wave after wave of pleasure.

   Exhausted, they rolled off the men, trying to catch their breath.  Fat
chance.  Before they could utter a word of protest, each woman suddenly
found their legs in the air as the men slid between them, Lorne with
Kymber, Geoff with Eti.

   Kymber gasped as Lorne slid into her, feeling the huge thickness of the
man spreading her wider than ever before.  She felt a momentary pang of
jealousy as she looked at her dearest friend, who was handling Geoff's
entry with relative ease.  Kymber had never felt so full before - but then
again, she'd never had a fully grown man before.  The boys she had
experimented with were not even close in matching this man's skill and
size.

   With a grunt, Lorne filled the girl with his cock and, after giving her
a few seconds to adjust to his invasion, began to fuck her slowly with
deep, even strokes.  He smiled as he heard Eti cry out, thinking his old
buddy was really giving it to his daughter.  All things being fair, he
should at least return the favor, right?  He increased his movement inside
the dazzling red-haired beauty, causing her emerald green eyes to widen in
surprise.

   Geoff was sure he was in heaven as he fucked the young Black woman
furiously, consumed in his fiery lust.  Eti's cunt clung to his cock
tightly, bringing him closer to his own orgasm.  Eti could feel the man's
cock tremble inside her and, with great concentration, clamped her pussy
around the invading cock meat.  Geoff rewarded Eti by releasing his seed,
the hot splashes coating her insides.  She looked up at the coming man, his
face coming close to matching the deep red color of his hair as he emptied
himself into her.

   Lorne could hear the two lovers next to him and doubled his efforts
inside Kymber.  The inexperienced young woman was beyond doing anything
except holding on to him tightly as he assaulted her once tight love hole.
Kymber was beginning to wonder just how long this man could keep up this
pace, when she felt him swelling inside her, stretching her overfilled cunt
even further.

   "He's coming," she thought and braced herself.

   With a loud grunt, Lorne thrust deeply inside Kymber, meeting the
entrance of her womb as his thick cock exploded inside her with surprising
force.  Jet after jet of the hot sticky fluid flowed into her, so much she
could feel it running down the crack of her ass.

   He continued to come as Lorne continued to fuck her deeply, his cock
still rock hard in spite of just coming.  Kymber cried out, begging him to
stop, but Lorne was beyond stopping.  The events of the evening had
awakened something in him and Lorne was determined to see it through to the
very end.

   Geoff watched with amazement as he watched the other man's huge cock
sliding in and out of his daughter.  Eti had come to Kymber's side,
whispering words of encouragement to her friend while massaging her
breasts. The man's ass, rising and falling hypnotized Geoff, the muscles
taut as cables.  Without even thinking about it, he positioned himself
behind Lorne.  When his ass came up on a stroke, he grabbed the man's hips
and with a motion that surprised everyone, slid into the Black man's ass,
taking advantage of the slick juices covering his own maleness.

   With a grunt, Geoff buried himself quickly into Lorne, causing the
younger man to come again.  Kymber was spent and completely worn out as Eti
helped the poor young woman from under her father and sat back to watch the
scene unfold.

   Geoff fucked Lorne like a maniac, ramming his cock rapidly into the
man's ass.  Reaching around his victim, he grabbed the younger man's cock -
and was shocked to find it was still very much erect.  He stroked Lorne's
meat as he fucked him and, after a few more strokes, emptied his swollen
balls into the man's ass.

   Rolling off Lorne, Geoff prepared himself for what he knew must happen
next.  He didn't have to wait long, as he felt his ass being lifted by two
powerful hands.  After a moment of probing, Lorne entered the man, looking
forward to exacting a type of revenge on his boss and long time friend. 
Lorne rode him hard, his face contorted with the effort.  Geoff cried out
in a rare mix of pain and pleasure as the large cock buried itself deeper
into his body, wondering if he had made a mistake in being so bold.

   The long evening and multiple ejaculations had taken its toll on Lorne.
As much as he would have liked to continue fucking his boss' ass, he
couldn't hold back any longer.  Quickening his pace, he reamed the man
until he exploded deep inside him.  Feeling Lorne's release inside him,
Geoff also came, his seed splashing against the other man's stomach.

   Slowly, Lorne pulled out and rolled onto his back, totally exhausted. 
The two women, recovering from the surprising event which had just taken
place, snuggled into the arms of their respective fathers.

   Eti was sure this wouldn't be the last time the four of them would be
together like this.  With sleepy eyes, she looked at her friend, who was
already asleep in her father's arms and, with a smile, settled in to dream
of more fun to come.
ETIENNE: DISCOVERY

   Part II, Chapter One

   "What are you thinking about?"

   Lorne Williams turned away from the curtain of rain splattering against
the window.  "Oh, hi, Peaches.  I wasn't really thinking about anything in
particular."

   Etienne joined him at the window as a brilliant flash of lightning lit
up the sky, followed by a bass rumble of thunder.  "Really?  I'm surprised.
You've been standing there for the last ten minutes."

   "Just appreciating the beauty and raw power of Nature, dear."

   "Uh huh.  I suppose you expect me to believe this."

   Lorne placed his arm around her shoulders.  With a smile he said, "It
would help."

   "I'm sure it would.  Now, you gonna tell me what's on your mind?"

   Lorne remained silent, unsure if he should risk mentioning the thoughts
which had plagued him over the last couple of months.

   Eti took a long look at her father's face.  She was, of course, very
much aware there was something very important on his mind and had finally
decided to approach him.  Seeing he wasn't going to volunteer, Eti changed
her tack.

   "I'm trying to remember something." Lorne looked in her direction, his
eyebrows arched questioningly.  "I remember someone telling me a long time
ago it helps to talk about the things which bother you."

   "What makes you think something's bothering me?"

   "To begin with, you've barely said more than 'hi' to me over the last
two months.  You've been sitting around the house doing nothing.  To top it
off, you've this lost look about you, like you're not sure which way up
is."

   Inwardly, Lorne winced - he had hoped Eti hadn't noticed.  Wanting to
end this conversation, he decided to take the offensive.  "Seems to me
you've got it all figured.  Tell you what - you tell me what's wrong and
I'll either agree or disagree.  Deal?" Satisfied, he leaned against the
window sill.

   Eti, however, was ready for this bit of evasive action.  "I think this
has something to do with the party at Kymber's house."

   As if scripted, a gigantic bolt of lightning tore across the sky,
creating a stroboscopic effect as Lorne's smug look fell onto the floor and
shattered into a million pieces.

   "I thought so." Nodding to herself, Eti went into the kitchen.  After a
few seconds, Lorne followed.

   "Okay, okay.  I admit it's been on my mind." Lorne sat at the table,
propping his head up on his forearms.

   Etienne placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him before taking a
seat.  After taking a sip of her herbal tea, she looked at her troubled
father.

   "I thought we had gotten past the moral difficulties after the first
time."

   "Me, too - it was the party which had me rethinking things."

   "Which part in particular?  Me and Kymmie?  Or was it me and Geoff?"

   "The whole night served to put things in a different light for me."

   Etienne nodded and said, "It did for me as well.  How does the party
relate to us?"

   "Us?  I don't understand."

   "We've made love three times, Dad.  The last time was at the party."

   The elder Williams answered with silence.  Secretly, he had hoped this
topic wouldn't surface.  Eti, however, wasn't going to be put off so
easily. "Well?"

   "Well, what?  What do you want me to say?"

   "You could begin by telling me why."

   "It's a lot easier said than done, Peaches."

   "Try.  I think you owe me on this.  You make me feel like you don't love
me."

   "Come with me." Lorne got up from the table and went to the living room.
Sitting on the love seat, he patted the empty space next to him.

   "Okay," he said as Etienne settled down next to him.  "You wanted to
know why, so here it is.  It's not as if I don't love you; I love you more
than ever before.  Not a night goes by where I'm not thinking about having
you next to me."

   Eti opened her mouth to speak, only to be stopped by an upraised hand.
"Please let me finish.  I'll answer your questions later."

   "Despite my feelings and, yes, my desire for you, I had to think about
your future.  You deserve a chance to meet someone your own age, someone
who shares your interests.  So, I decided to fade into the background,
figuring you'd lose interest and strike out on your own."

   "I see.  Did it ever occur to you that I wouldn't want anyone else?"

   "Honestly?  No, it didn't."

   "How could you decide like this without asking me?"

   "Etienne, I'm your father.  It's my job to decide your life."

   "Maybe, but it is my life, Dad!  Don't I have a say in it?"

   "Yes, you do.  I just thought..."

   Eti moved closer.  "Well, you thought wrong.  What I want is you - it's
all I ever wanted since our very first time."

   "What about that boy - what's his name?"

   Etienne looked puzzled for a moment.  "Who?  Darryl?"

   "Yeah, that's his name.  I thought you two had something going on."

   "Darryl's a good friend, Dad.  Don't get me wrong - he'd take me to bed
in a flat, skinny second if I were to give him a chance.  However, I had to
ask myself something."

   "What?"

   "If he'd be what I want in a lover.  Experience does count in this, you
know."

   Lorne nodded, remembering his youthful difficulties with various young
women.  "The boy has to learn somehow!  If women never give him the chance,
he'll never learn."

   "True enough.  However, you should know just how much women hate being
disappointed when making love."

   He did, indeed.  "So you're saying given the choice, you prefer
experience."

   "Quite so, dear father.  You not only bring years of experience to the
bed, but another important ingredient - love.  Darryl doesn't love me even
if he thinks he does.  Before you say it, I know he could learn to love me,
but I want love now, not somewhere down the road."

   "There are older men." Lorne knew he was fishing as he said this.

   "You're right, there are.  I decided after the party I'd rather deal
with the devil I know rather than the one I don't."

   "Are you calling me a devil, young lady?"

   "I'm calling you the man I love and the only man I want.  Now, if you
happen to be a devil, then so much the better."

   Lorne was deep in thought for several minutes as he ran options through
his mind.  One prominent though was his happiness in finding out Eti still
wanted him.

   "Dad?"

   "Yes, Eti?"

   "Make love to me?  Right here, right now?  I need you..."

   Part II, Chapter Two

   Until now, making love was the last thing on his mind.  Upon hearing
Etienne's plea, his desire for this lovely creature filled and energized
him.  Blood rushed to fill his member quickly, leaving him feeling a little
lightheaded.

   Without a word, he slid off the love seat into a kneeling position in
front of Eti and undid her pants.  Etienne raised herself slightly and
Lorne removed both pants and panties with one movement.  Gently but with
mounting urgency, he slipped her pants over her ankles and tossed them
aside.

   Eti felt a slight chill as goose bumps appeared on her exposed flesh,
unsure if it was because of the coolness of the room or her own
anticipation.  Sliding down until her bottom was hanging off the edge of
the cushion, she draped her legs over his shoulders to allow him access to
her flesh.

   Lorne made himself comfortable between her legs and drew closer to her
essence, feeling her heat, noticing the young woman was already moist. 
Taking a deep breath, he drew his tongue across the hood of her clitoris.

   Etienne gasped as his tongue rasped across the swelling bud of flesh. 
Her body stiffened and arched in response - but only for a moment before
she melted against his touch.  Slowly, she moved against the invading wedge
of wet muscle as it traveled the length of her slit, which was growing
wetter by the second.  She sighed as the tip of Lorne's tongue parted her
soaked inner lips and lodged itself in her vaginal opening.

   As Lorne worked his tongue into her, he could feel a trickle of juice
escape her hot, musky flesh.  Stiffening his tongue, he plunged deeper into
her until he could feel the ridges of her canal.  He licked the smooth
contours for a moment before returning his attention to her erect clitoris,
which had come out of its fleshy hiding place.  A low growl flowed from him
as his lips captured the spongy head before sliding down the thick shaft.
He pursed his lips and sucked hard, exulting in the feel of her erect
member throbbing in his mouth.  Lorne backed off a bit and ran his tongue
along the underside of his daughter's oversized clit, causing her to buck
harder against his face.

   He was conscious of his own hardness, straining against the fabric of
his clothing.  Rising to a kneeling position, Lorne unfastened his pants,
tugging his underwear down just enough to free his turgid member.  It
sprang from its confinement and seemed to grow larger.

   Dimly aware of her father's movement, Eti was lost in a sea of lust. 
She moved hard against his mouth as his tongue worked its magic on her.  As
it flicked from one sensitive spot to another, she tried to get it to stay
in one place - without success.  The fleshy invader just wouldn't be denied
as it continued to bring her closer to climax.  Opening her eyes to slits,
she could see her father's head moving frantically between her legs,
sucking her for all he was worth.  Something shifted inside her as Etienne
felt the downward rush which only meant one thing.

   Lorne could feel the change in Eti's passion.  The once-steady thrusts
against his face were quickly falling off-pace, her hips bucking wildly
against him.  He latched onto her clitoris one more time, sucking it hard
and running his tongue around the head as fast as he could.  Eti's clit
jerked strongly in the grip of his mouth and lips; Eti froze in mid-thrust
as Lorne gave the head one slow lick, then another, allowing the tip of his
tongue to just lay across her swollen member.  The first spurt of juice
came hard and fast.  Her body relaxed only for a split second before the
next jet flowed from her.  Orgasmic bliss caught Eti in its grip as her
orgasm pounded into her relentlessly.

   Lorne raised his head from the soaking wetness of her, wiping his mouth
with the back of his hand.  He took in the view of his daughter as the last
wave of pleasure washed over her.  Without hesitation, he positioned the
thick knob of his cock against her opening, not wanting to give her a
chance to recover.  He thrust into her, splitting her open along the length
of his shaft until he was buried inside her.

   Eti's eyes flew open at the sudden penetration, her mouth forming an "O"
which matched the surprised look on her face as her father's thick tool
impaled her fully and easily.  She could hear his grunt of pleasure as he
tried to get every inch inside her.

   "Oh, Daddy," she cried.

   "Hmm?"

   "I love you so much!  God, I've missed this."

   Lorne leaned forward and sucked an erect nipple into his mouth, and Eti
fell silent.  He withdrew until just the head remained inside her gripping
flesh and fucked her slowly, feeling her muscles' attempt to draw him
deeper.

   Etienne's face was a mask of frustration.  "Stop teasing me, Daddy," she
protested.  "Please don't tease me.  I want to feel you deep inside, so
damn bad!" Lorne gave a little smile at her bit of vulgarity and continued
his slow, maddening pace - but allowing more of himself to slide into her
sweet confines.

   "YES!" she cried.  "Give it to me, you bastard!" Lorne's smile widened
as another inch or so made its way into her.  Etienne's fingers dug
painfully into his shoulder as he moved inside her with the same slow pace.

   "Ooohh!" she hissed.  "More!  Give me more, damn you!" Lorne was clearly
enjoying his daughter's plight.  He allowed her legs to drop down until her
knees were in the crook of his elbows, reaching under her with both hands.
Lorne put one hand under her quivering backside and the other in the middle
of her back.  Bracing himself, Lorne stood and lifted her in one motion,
causing his full length to drive into her.  Eti wrapped her arms around his
neck and clung to him, unable and unwilling to resist.  Spreading his feet
into a wider stance, Lorne grabbed two hands full of her firm bottom and
began sliding her along the full length of his cock, pounding his steely
flesh into her with hard, fast strokes.

   "Oh, fuck me, Daddy!" Eti cried as another orgasm punched through her.
Each downward thrust caused her breasts to jiggle crazily as held onto him
for dear life.  "Now!  Fill me with your love!  I need it, NOW!"

   Eti could feel her father's cock grow thicker inside her as he used
shorter, faster strokes to trigger his own release.

   The tight feeling in his sac was tremendous as Lorne crossed over the
threshold, sending his creamy offering deep inside his loving daughter. 
"Ugh!  Yes, yes, yes!", he cried, feeling his knees buckle.  He quickly -
but carefully - lowered their joined bodies to the floor, fucking into her
hard, his prick still emptying itself into her.  With his lust fully in
control, he withdrew from her overworked slit and turned her onto her
stomach, only to ram into her again.

   Etienne gasped as her father's hardness reentered her steamy vagina,
spreading her wide.  She raised her ass slightly and he penetrated her
deeper.  Strangely, she was appreciative yet amazed at his stamina as she
felt the knob of his still-erect member crash into her womb.

   "Oh, Peaches," he said, feeling his thickness invade her again.  "Oh,
how I've needed this." Lorne couldn't get enough of her sweet, delicious
body as he plowed into her with long strokes.  Getting to his knees and
using them to spread her legs further apart, Lorne looked between them,
utterly fascinated at the sight of his cock literally turning her pussy
inside-out at every stroke.  He pulled back and watched as the swollen knob
of his penis appeared.  He let it rest there for a moment before sending it
again into her depths.  Buried deep within her, he reached around and under
her, his fingers finding her clitoris.  Grasping it between thumb and
forefinger, he began a frenzied jerking motion that made Etienne's back
arch.

   "NO!" she screamed as the dual sensations raced through her.  Eti tried
to escape the onslaught only to find herself unable to move.  It didn't
take long before another mind-numbing climax jolted her.  She felt his pace
slow as he released his grip on her tender clit, wondering if the pleasure
would ever stop and praying it didn't.

   With his hands covered in their gooey fluids, Lorne placed a thumb at
the tight entrance to her anus, massaging the enticing opening gently -
before plunging it into her.  Lorne felt her collapse under him but held
Eti firmly in place with his free arm around her waist.

   Having two orifices filled simultaneously was too much for Eti as her
orgasm took hold of her.  As Lorne's thumb reamed her, his cock began to
swell inside her again.  She could feel the tremors racing along the veined
monster inside her as he exploded inside her.  Lorne fell forward, consumed
by the pleasure/pain of his climax.  His thumb popped out of her bottom
wetly as he braced himself on shaky arms, continuing to empty his love into
her.

   Etienne felt his softening maleness as it slid from her, tears of joy
streaming down her cheeks.  If she had any negative thoughts about his love
and desire for her, this act of love sent such thoughts to an early grave.

   Lorne was coming down from the orgasmic high on which he'd been.  He
trembled slightly as his sore muscles began protesting at being so badly
abused.  "That's okay - nothing a hot shower can't handle," he though. 
Looking to his left, he spotted Eti's prone form on the thick carpeting.

   "Peaches?"

   A light snore answered him, so he reached over and shook her.  "Peaches,
come on.  Let's go to bed."

   Etienne groaned at the interruption in her moment of afterglow.  "Do I
have to?"

   "Yes, unless you like sleeping on the floor." Lorne offered a hand to
the slowly rising Etienne, who used it to pull herself upright.

   Holding hands, the two climbed the stairs.  Reaching the top, Eti
started to turn right toward her room, only to be jerked to a stop.  "Where
are you going?" her father asked.

   "To my room, where else would I be going?"

   "I thought you'd, well, sleep with me tonight.  That's if you don't
mind."

   Etienne gave her father a loving, if sleepy, smile.  "Sure, why not?"

   Returning her smile, Lorne said, "I figured if we're going to be full
time lovers, we may as well sleep in the same bed." Wrapping an arm around
her shoulder, they entered the bedroom, the door closing with a click.

   Part II, Chapter Three

   Eti squirmed in her seat, still a little sore from the previous
evening's activity.  "I suppose it's something I'll have to get used to,"
she thought.  At the front of the room, the physics teacher was saying
something about the upcoming commencement ceremonies, now only two weeks
away.

   "I'm glad we're finally getting out of here," a voice whispered in her
ear.  Startled, Etienne turned toward the source and found herself looking
into Darryl Hill's black eyes.  Darryl's complexion was darker than her
own; along with the short-cropped black hair, his eyes appeared not to have
pupils.

   "What?  Oh, I'm sorry, Darryl - I wasn't paying attention."

   "Nothing new about that - you hardly ever pay attention to me."

   Eti ignored the sarcastic remark.  "You know that's not true."

   The bell rang, signaling the change in classes.  Eti tried to lose
herself in the bustling throng, hoping to avoid continuing the discussion
with Darryl.  He was attractive enough, but...

   "Hey!  Wait up!"

   Darryl caught up with her, saying, "Look, I'm sorry for the crack I made
in there.  You do pay attention to me, even if it's just friendly."

   Etienne didn't miss the hidden remark in that statement.  "We're
friends, Darryl; why shouldn't it be friendly?"

   "I think you know what I mean, Eti.  I'd like to get to know you
better."

   Etienne stopped and turned to face him.  "Darryl, damn, I like you, but
it just isn't possible."

   Darryl looked crestfallen.  "There's someone else."

   "You could say that.  Sorry."

   The young man wasn't to be put off so easily.  "What would it take to
convince you to leave him?"

   Eti had to stifle a laugh.  "More than you could ever imagine, I'm
afraid.  Look, Darryl, I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but I'm
pretty happy with the way things are in my life right now.  I'm sure you
understand."

   "Yeah, I understand," he said, clearly not understanding.  "Well, you
can't blame a guy for trying!  See ya around, okay?"

   "Okay.  Darryl?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Thanks for understanding.  You're a good friend."

   His ego a bit bruised, Darryl nodded and headed for class.  Eti watched
him round the corner before entering the classroom, feeling guilty over
rejecting his advances.

   * * *

   "How was school today?" Lorne posed the usual question while checking on
the bread baking in the oven.

   "Oh, about the same as usual.  Graduation is in two weeks and we're just
trying to tie up the loose ends."

   Something about her answer made Lorne turn and look at Eti.  "Is there
something wrong?"

   "Wrong?  What could be wrong?" Eti continued setting the table, almost
knocking over a glass of water.

   "You seem distracted.  I trust your grades are okay?"

   "They couldn't be better!  Well, the "B" I got in calculus could have
been better, but I'm happy with it."

   "Then what's the problem, Peaches?"

   Eti sat at the table.  "I had a little run-in with Darryl Hill today. 
He likes me."

   "I see.  Anything you want to talk about?"

   "He wants me to leave the guy I'm seeing now and start a relationship
with him." Etienne looked up at her father, a glint of amusement in her
hazel eyes.

   "Does he, now?  What did you tell him?"

   "Told him I'm happy with my life right now."

   "Why so glum, then?"

   "Darryl's cute and I really do like him.  He just seems so... 
childish."

   Alarms started flashing in Lorne's mind.  "Childish, eh?  As compared to
what?"

   The young woman blinked in momentary confusion.  "Well, compared to
you."

   "Do you think that's fair?  You're not giving the boy a chance to prove
himself."

   In his heart, however, Lorne was hoping Darryl would continue to fail in
his attempts to win Eti's heart - a thought which surprised him.

   "You're right.  It probably isn't fair to him.  You told me a long time
ago once I decided, I should stick to it.  I've decided you are all I
need."

   "I can truly appreciate it.  What if you're wrong?"

   "If I'm wrong, then it's something I'll have to live with - and I would
have learned some thing." Eti locked her gaze onto her father's handsome
face.  "Are you suggesting I give Darryl a chance to make me happy?"

   "I'm suggesting you should think over all the options, that's all.  What
you do about it is entirely up to you, dear.  Let's eat."

   Dinner progressed at an unusually slow and quiet pace.  During the meal,
Lorne stole glances in Eti's direction, watching the battle being waged
inside her.  It tore him, too, in some places; Lorne didn't want to lose
her, but he did not want to hinder her search for happiness.

   * * *

   Eti stepped into the shower and tried to relax as the hot needles of
water first stung, then soothed her tense muscles.  Hair, once carefully
styled earlier in the day, became limp strands of ebony as she immersed
herself in the refreshing stream.  She sighed as the wet warmth found its
way to every part of her body, all the while thinking how unfair life could
be.

   Reaching for the soap, she quickly worked up lather while wishing she
could wash away her confusion this easily.  Leaning against the wall,
Etienne allowed herself to relax even further, her hands absently massaging
her breasts, her nipples instantly responding to her touch.  As the water
streamed along the shape of her body, Eti tried to conjure Darryl's image
in her mind, imagining his hands on her breasts, his lips on hers.

   She allowed a hand to part her inner folds to massage the ache running
along the hardening shaft of her clit, the image in her mind becoming
vivid. Oh, yes, she could easily imagine Darryl doing this to her, melting
the core of her being.  Again, in her mind, Darryl broke the kiss and she
opened her eyes to look at him.

   Eti found her father looking back at her.  The daydream dissolved,
leaving reality - and some rapidly cooling water - in its place.  Etienne
knew what she had to do.  Without bothering to dry off, Eti quickly left
her bedroom, a trail of damp footprints in her wake.  Reaching her father's
room, she looked in and found him sitting on the bed reading.

   Lorne looked up from the sheaf of papers, surprised to find a very damp
- and very perturbed - Etienne standing not two feet away.  Keeping his
surprise hidden behind a mask of calm, Lorne spoke.

   "No towel in your bathroom?", nodding at the droplets of water
glistening on her belly.

   Eti instinctively looked at herself a moment of confusion crossing her
face before her head snapped up, resuming her piercing gaze.  "I was just
in the shower."

   Lorne felt a bubble of laughter welling inside him.  "So I see."

   Etienne ignored the remark and continued.  "I was daydreaming about
Darryl.  In my daydream, he was touching and kissing me.  When I opened my
eyes, it wasn't Darryl - it was you."

   "So?" Lorne prompted when his daughter fell silent.

   Eti sat next to him on the bed, placing her damp head on his shoulder.
"I realized it's you I really want.  Darryl's probably a great guy - but
I'm just not interested."

   As Eti snuggled against him, Lorne knew one of his fears was coming to
the front.  One thing he had considered a problem (of sorts) was spoiling
his daughter with his love and affection.  For him, the intimacy found in a
relationship was an old hat, not so for his young daughter.

   Eti looked up at her father, noticing his silence.  "Dad?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Is something wrong?  You seem a little distant."

   "Just thinking, Peaches."

   "Good things, I hope," she replied, her hand finding his dormant
maleness and began to awaken it.

   At her touch, Lorne shifted his position to allow her better access. 
Over the last few months, he had been lying to himself, knowing he needed
to love Etienne in every way possible - and denying it at every turn.  As
she massaged him to full erection, he knew further denial and resistance
would be useless.

   "Lie back, man of mine," Eti whispered.  Obediently, Lorne stretched out
on the bed while Eti freed his cock, feeling the softness of her hand
against his hot flesh.

   "So proud and majestic," she said.  Etienne held her father's maleness
in her fist, drawing the silky skin up over the bulbous head and releasing
it.  Smoothly, Eti lowered her mouth to him and licked her tongue across
the head, collecting the drop of clear dew which had appeared there.

   Lorne groaned softly as Eti's tongue roamed lazily along the veined
shaft of his manhood, shivering as she found yet another sensitive spot. 
With each stroke of her hand, his resistance melted away; with each touch
of her tongue, his love for her grew.

   Eti took half his length into her mouth easily, savoring the salty taste
and feeling the tremors along the shaft.  She allowed herself an inward
smile.  It wouldn't take long to get her loving father to fountain his
seed. Eti let her teeth scrape along his quivering tool teasingly and was
rewarded with a strained gasp.  Taking a deep breath, she began to work his
cock in earnest, increasing her speed and pressure on him.  Eti caught by
him surprise, feeling his cock swell suddenly.

   Lorne felt the swelling and the gut-wrenching feeling of impending
ejaculation simultaneously.  He wanted to explode in Eti's mouth and,
while, he didn't, wanting the insane feeling to last forever.  Lorne's
breath came in great gulps as he tried to ward off the inevitable - and
failed.

   Etienne moaned as the first flows of his seed poured into her mouth,
warm and musky.  She swallowed quickly to make room for the next spurt,
finding herself unable to keep up.  So she allowed her mouth to fill with
the slick fluid, consuming it at her leisure as Lorne gave in to his
orgasm.

   Lorne was barely aware of Eti removing her mouth from him, raising his
head enough to see her while mounting his semi-erect tool.  His initial
orgasm left him feeling strangely weak and helpless and he could only watch
as the knob of his maleness disappeared into the folds of her slit,
followed by the full length of his shaft.

   "Ahhh," Eti moaned.  Now fully seated on him, she paused for a moment
feeling the tingle of excitement flow through her at being filled with him
- though he has not as hard as he was a moment ago.  "However," she
thought, "that will soon change!" Bracing herself with her arms against his
chest, she settled into a rhythm allowing her to slide along his cock, now
slick with her own juices - but not allowing it to fall from the grasping
muscles of her vagina.

   "Oh, you feel so good inside me," she said, picking up speed.  Infused
with passion, Eti felt the heat at her center like a glowing coal. 
"Feels...  so...  good," she grunted, punctuating each word with hard,
downward thrusts of her pelvis.  Eti could feel him stiffening inside her,
spreading her walls with his thickness.  Her hips undulating with snakelike
smoothness, she availed herself of his manhood, delighting in the pleasure
of pleasing him.  Eti could feel Lorne trying to replace her motion with
one of his own and she looked down at him.

   "Oh, no, my love!  Just be still and let me love you.  I need this so
much!" Her voice trailed off as an orgasm spread through her, leaving a
gentle comfort in its wake.  It also left her wanting more of the elusive
feeling.  Etienne continued to ride him as tiny ripples of pleasure
continued to flow through her, the precursors of an orgasm to end all
orgasms.

   It hit her like a punch, stopping her dead in her tracks.  Lorne could
feel the tremendous ripples that ran along her inner muscles.  Hot liquid
splashed at the junction of their bodies as her pussy clamped down on him.
"NO!  I'm not ready!" she screamed, much too late.  It consumed her easily,
leaving no nerve untouched until, spent, she collapsed onto him, still
trembling in the aftermath.  When she felt Lorne's arms surround her, Eti
knew she had taken on too much.

   Lorne lifted and turned Eti easily.  With her legs wrapped high around
his waist, he began to move inside her.  The incredible slickness of her
sheath made his passage into her center easy and effortless.  His cock felt
as if it were six inches in diameter and harder than granite as he plunged
into her deeply.

   "My turn now, darling," he said.  Lorne penetrated her deeply again as
the pressure wave built inside him, burning him with its intensity as he
spilled his love into her.

   "Oh!  Yes!" Eti cried out as Lorne filled her, Passion's fire searing
her nerve endings.  Again pushed over the precipice, her orgasm flowed over
her relentlessly, electrifying her very soul.  Locked together, father and
daughter moved along the same path, each lost in their separate feelings.
Yet, both knew their joining wasn't limited to just the physical.  Lorne
could sense Etienne's joy, sharp and fresh in his mind as if it were his
own.  It washed over and soothed him, carrying away any doubts he had about
the rightness or wrongness of their love.  Oh, yes, he could love her fully
and in every way possible.

   Lorne withdrew from her slowly, relishing the feeling.  Etienne reached
up and touched his face with a hand which trembled slightly.  "I love you,
Dad."

   "I love you, too, Peaches," he replied as his daughter snuggled close to
him.  Instantly, Etienne was happily asleep - and snoring lightly.  Lorne
allowed himself a wry grin while feeling very good about himself and their
relationship.

   Part II, Chapter Four

   Graduation day.  Eti paced the living room nervously while an amused
Lorne looked on.  "Will you sit for a moment?  You're starting to make me
tired!"

   Eti came to a halt and looked at her father.  "I'm sorry, Dad.  I don't
know why I'm so edgy.  It's just another day."

   "Well, you don't graduate from high school every day, but I know what
you mean." Lorne smiled.  "Hell, I was so nervous the day I graduated I
forgot to put a belt on.  Never noticed it until they called my name."

   "What happened?"

   "I got up and started across the stage, feeling the butterflies in my
stomach and knowing your grandparents were out there in the audience
watching me.  As the principal handed me my diploma, my pants fell down!"

   Eti smothered a laugh.  "You must have been terribly embarrassed."

   "Embarrassed?  An understatement, my dear; believe me.  They still talk
about it at the class reunions."

   Lorne looked at his watch.  "Okay, Peaches - time to go!"

   * * *

   "...really going to miss those guys," Eti was saying as she climbed out
of the car.

   "Well, you'll see them again at the first class reunion," Lorne replied
as he looked up the street.

   Etienne noticed it and asked, "What are you looking for?"

   "Huh?  Oh, nothing.  Come on, I've got something for you."

   "I hope it isn't a party - I thought we agreed not to have one!"

   "No, not a party, but it's important.  Come on!" Lorne opened the door
for Eti stopping only to take another look up and down the street before
following.

   Once inside, he led Eti to the patio and handed her a small package. 
"Here you go - the first present."

   Etienne felt her eyes fill with tears.  "You didn't have to get me
anything!", she said, fumbling at the wrapping paper.  Seeing her
difficulty, Lorne took it from her and exposed the long, black velvet case.
Eti opened the lid, revealing a gold tennis bracelet, encrusted with
diamonds and emeralds.  Her eyes went wide with surprise.

   "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed.  "I've always wanted one!"

   "I remembered," Lorne replied, feeling a lump in his throat.  "Here, let
me put it on," fastening the bracelet around her wrist.  "Now for gift
number two." Reaching into another pocket, he produced another wrapped box.

   "What's this?"

   Lorne flashed her a smug look.  "Open it and find out."

   Eti was puzzled, wondering what it could be.  She made quick work of the
wrapping paper and opened the box.  Her puzzled look deepened.

   "A nameplate?  I don't get it."

   "Keep looking; there's something else there."

   Eti removed the nameplate and found a square of plastic which not only
had her name on it, but also included a picture of her.  "This is an ID
card from Carlton...  " Realization dawned on her.  "You got me a job! 
But, how..."

   "Getting you the job was easy - getting the picture wasn't.  You start
in three weeks for the systems administration department.  You'll have to
work hard, but I know you can handle it."

   Eti hugged her father, the tears freely flowing down her cheeks.  "I
don't know how to thank you for all of this."

   "Hey, what are fathers for?" Lorne was saying just as the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it."

   As Lorne went to answer the door, Eti felt so much love for him as the
sun reflected its light off the polished gold bracelet.  Hearing her
father's footsteps, she looked up.

   "Who was it?" she asked.

   "Just a delivery.  You wanna see what came?"

   Hand in hand, the two walked around the outside of the house.  As they
rounded the last corner, Eti stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the
sight of the new car parked in the driveway.

   "I figured since you have a new job, you needed a new car to get you
there."

   * * *

   Etienne grimaced as Lorne drove into her, the pleasure/pain sweeping
through her.  Her hands were claws on his back, raising little welts.  In a
distant corner of her mind, she somehow knew no other man could ever make
her feel this way.  It felt so right, yet deliciously sinful!  The young
woman allowed herself to be turned into yet another position and felt the
stabbing pressure of Lorne's entrance.  She sighed as the thick shaft
spread her wide, her juices easing its passage into her nether regions.

   "You okay, babe?"

   "Mm, oh, yes.  Perfect."

   Satisfied, Lorne resumed his thrusts inside her.  He loved the way her
vagina clung to him, feeling the coarseness of her pubic hairs as they
scraped along the exposed portions of his penis.  Lorne lifted her legs
higher and plunged deeper into her warmth, feeling a trickle of juice
splashing against his sac as she came again.  Lorne could feel the
tightness in him and his brow furrowed in concentration as his increased
his speed inside her, hammering at her sex.

   "Ooh, yes!  You're getting harder inside me.  Fill me, lover!  Give it
to me!"

   He gave one last, deep thrust into his daughter, crying out as his seed
flowed into her.  Smooth strokes became jerky ones as he emptied his love
into her in long, hot spurts that sent chills through him that ran from
head to toe.

   Spent and softening inside her, Lorne arranged their bodies for comfort
as Eti showered him with soft kisses, still grinding her sex against him.

   "Dad?"

   "Yes, Eti?"

   "I love you.  You make me feel so alive when we make love like this."

   Lorne felt a warm glow spread through him at her words.  "I love you
too, Peaches," he answered, holding her closer.  "Are you happy?"

   "Am I?!  I wish I could tell you how I feel right now.  There aren't any
words to describe it."

   Lorne tilted his head back and looked into her hazel eyes and saw the
truth of her words.  "I know what you mean.  I never thought I'd be happy
again.  You've changed all of that." He laughed.  "You've changed me."

   Eti cuddled against him as his now cooling sperm continued to seep from
her.  "Changed you?  How?"

   Lorne's smile widened.  "If someone had told me six months ago that I'd
be lying here feeling wonderful after making love to you, I would have
throttled them." He shrugged.  "Nevertheless, here I am.  I do know one
thing, though."

   "What's that?"

   "If I didn't love you, none of this would have ever happened."

   "You have any regrets?"

   "Regrets?  Only that I didn't to this before now!  You've made me
realize I had been neglecting your needs and my own."

   "You just didn't do this for my sake?" she asked.

   "Hell, no!  Well, maybe. . .  I guess something inside me knew I'd been
without love and happiness for so long.  It wasn't until after the party I
had to confess that I missed not having someone to love." He frowned. 
"That didn't come out right, did it?"

   Eti laughed softly.  "Don't worry.  I know what you meant.  However, I
did notice something."

   "What might that be?"

   "You were having the time of your life." Unbidden, a burst of laughter
escaped from Etienne.

   "What's so funny?"

   "You should have seen the look on your face when Geoff..."

   Lorne felt the burn of embarrassment flood his face, thankful for his
dark coloring and the dim light in the room.  "Oh, that."

   "I didn't know you were that kinky."

   "I'm not!" he protested.  "I was just as surprised as you were! 
Although, I have to admit it felt pretty good." Lorne sat up.

   "Hey!  What about you!  You and Kymber looked pretty cozy when we came
in."

   It was Eti's turn to be thankful for the low light.  "Ah, well..." she
started, realizing she didn't have an answer for him.

   "I thought so.  You think I'm kinky. . ." Lorne feigned being indignant.
"The pot calls the kettle black."

   Silence enveloped them as they took stock of the events which had
brought them to this point.  Lorne felt better about things now that he'd
accepted this new way of life.  His fears of somehow stifling Eti were
unfounded, another thing his mind could put to rest.

   Etienne knew she had no regrets, echoing her father's sentiment that
this should have happened way before it did.  "Still," she thought, "Things
happen when they're supposed to." Through incest, Eti had learned of the
strength and depths of her own ability to love and be loved.  Before all of
this, the man lying next to her was just her father.  Now, she realized, he
was much more than that.  Knowing she was only seeing the tip of the
iceberg that was her father, she felt great comfort in knowing there was
more to learn.

   As sleep claimed her, Eti knew life was good, and getting better.
ETIENNE: THE BEST OF EVERYTHING

   Part III, Chapter One

   Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the
next, emptiness.  Etienne Williams experienced all these sensations as the
hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She
held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but
yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.
Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special
arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

   Eti sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her
completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her
womb. The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable
sensation through her to be added to those already present.  The young
woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips
upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

   The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body
meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his
thrusts.  Eti lifted her shapely legs higher, to give the man greater
access to her sweltering sex.  "Soon," she thought.  "It's got to be soon!"
as her senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from
the bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies
slapping together wetly.

   More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar
tingling.  A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase
twofold.  Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes
closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

   The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his
thick tool grew larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting
sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth
hardness inside her.  A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her,
causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat. 
Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.  Then
she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. 
Etienne floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his
spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.  The
frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside
her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if
electrocuted.

   Eti could hear low keening - hers?  - as she flooded the man's shaft
with her own love offering, her overheated sex clamping down on him
repeatedly.  Another contraction, another splash of juices to mix with his
as, finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained,
tingly feeling.  The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he
collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

   "You know, " she said, her voice cracking slightly, "You should really
think about bottling this.  We would be rich beyond our dreams!" The man
propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her smiling face.

   Laughing, he replied "There wouldn't be much to sell - you'd buy it all
up for yourself."

   "That's true," she admitted, settling into the warm, fuzzy feeling, all
that remained of her orgasm.  Eti could feel the man's now-soft cock fall
out of her, releasing a slow tricking of semen that flowed from her gaping
vagina, following the crack of her firm bottom.

   With a deft movement, Lorne Williams flipped over onto his back beside
his daughter.  "I don't know about you, but I could use something to eat."

   Eti slapped her father playfully.  "Like you haven't had enough to eat
already!" She sat up, causing her full breasts to stand out, the nipples
still hard.  She turned and looked lovingly at her father as he stretched,
his dormant maleness lying across the crease where leg met the abdomen.

   "Come on, lazy one," she said with mock sternest.  "We have to get
cleaned up.  Kymber's flight will be arriving soon." Lorne watched
appreciatively as Eti went to the bathroom to start the shower.  He
delighted in seeing the very shapely curves of her body and wondered, for
the millionth time, how he could be so lucky to have a daughter like her.
Hearing the running water, he got up with reluctance, not wanting the
moment to end.

   Etienne was already in the shower, the hot, soapy water flowing over her
medium brown skin.  As he joined her, Lorne again took stock of his Nubian
goddess, noting how a trail of bubbles curled under one breast and traveled
down her side to the swell of her hips.  Lorne could feel himself becoming
aroused again as Etienne turned to soap his chest.

   Feeling his returning erection against her tummy, Eti looked down.  "Oh,
no!  We don't have time for this, my friend!" she said to his maleness as
Lorne grew longer and harder.  She looked back at her father, grinning.

   "I can't help it if he likes you," Lorne complained half heartedly while
reaching for the soap.  The slippery bar to fell from its holder, clunking
loudly against the tub before coming to rest behind Eti.

   "I got it," she said.  As she turned and bent over to retrieve the
errant soap, she realized her mistake.  Before she could stand, she felt
the bulbous head of his cock split her still-swollen labia.  A gasp escaped
her lips as Lorne plunged half his length into her, spreading her wide
again.  Instinct caused her to push back against his advance, again filling
her.

   "We...  don't...  have...  time..." she said as Lorne worked himself
into her, holding her hips steady.  That warm, golden feeling she'd come to
love over the last three years replaced any further protests.

   The water stung Lorne's chest and splashed onto Eti's upturned bottom,
washing away the last of the soap.  He spread her cheeks, allowing him to
view his thickness as he plunged into his daughter.  He marveled at the
contrast of their skin color, Lorne being darker than his 19-year-old
partner.  Lorne was deep into the sensations offered by the young woman's
body, thrusting easily into her sex when the water suddenly turned cold,
shocking him into ejaculating.  The warmth of Eti's love sheath, and the
brisk cold of the water battled for supremacy as he emptied himself into
her.

   Holding on to the towel bar, Eti could feel her father inside her,
giving her the sweetest of feelings, when the water went cold.  The sudden
change in temperature caused her slippery nest to contract hard around him,
the splashing sounds of her release getting lost in the sounds of running
water.  She pushed back hard against him, grinding her hips in time with
his thrusts, as he released his seed into her.

   As the water grew colder, causing her to shiver, Eti leaned forward and
shut off the water, Lorne's half-erect cock slipping out of her, still
spasming.  She turned at looked at the handsome, Black scientist.  "You're
insatiable and I love you!  I hope we're not late."

   Lorne leaned forward and placed his mouth on hers, cutting off any
further comments.  Breaking the deep kiss, Lorne said, "Me, too, but it was
worth it!"

   Lorne and Etienne stepped from the shower into the relative warmth of
the bathroom and dried each other off.  Eti's nipples continued to stand
out as Lorne dried her breasts and worked his way down.  She stood
contentedly, feeling his strong hands against her as he dried her.  One
hand spent a little extra time at the triangle of black hair nestled
between her legs, while the other probed its way into the crevice of her
firm bottom.  She trembled slightly as the towel brushed across her
puckered back hole, adding to the delicious feelings already present.

   Grabbing her towel, she returned the favor with an appreciative smile on
her lovely features.  Her hazel brown eyes, feasted upon her father's
muscular chest, idly noting that even at 43, he was in remarkable shape. 
She made her way down his flat stomach to his maleness, again dormant and
gently dried his testes, feeling their weight in her hands.  Lust tempted
Eti to give the large, mushroom-shaped head of his cock a suck but knew she
wouldn't stop there - and they had a plane to meet.

   Part III, Chapter Two

   Sighing, she stood and followed her father out of the bathroom.  "I'll
be ready in 15 minutes, Dad," she called to him.  Lorne nodded in reply,
searching his closet for something to wear.  As she padded down the hallway
to her own room, she remembered the reason which had brought her to his
room in the first place.  She had something to tell him, something very
important - but Eti had forgotten it in a sweet rush of passion.  Not that
it was unwelcome, she thought with a smile - her father was a fantastic
lover.  For the last three years, she'd known no one else but him.  She had
no regrets at all, only pure love for him.

   Standing naked before the full length mirror, she admired her shapely
body, noting her large, pendulous breasts and how the dark circles of her
areola stood out against the smooth, mocha skin surrounding it.  Slightly
erect, her nipples stood out proudly and she ran a finger lightly across
one, finding it still very much sensitive.  She continued to examine her
body, her eyes coming to rest on her flat tummy.  Eti replaced the smile on
her face momentarily with a slight frown, stark reality replacing the cozy,
loving feelings.  How was she going to tell her father, her lover, that she
was pregnant?

   When Eti's period failed to show up as scheduled, she wasn't worried at
first; being a day late wasn't unusual for her.  She religiously took her
birth control pills and any thoughts of becoming pregnant didn't concern
her.  However, after a week had gone by, she began to worry and had stopped
at a drug store on the way home from work and picked up a pregnancy test
kit.  Etienne had placed the kit on her dressing table, debating whether to
use it.

   "Maybe I just miscalculated," she thought, glancing up at the calendar
adorning one wall.  One date stood out, enclosed in a bold, red circle, an
apt reminder of when she was to begin her cycle.  Chasing away her
indecisive thoughts, she'd grabbed the kit and headed for the bathroom. 
After following the instructions, she waited.

   The bright blue indicator that greeted her minutes later sent mixed
emotions flowing through her.  "I'm pregnant!" part of her rejoiced.  The
more skeptical side of her asked, "How?  We didn't miss a pill!" The cool,
logical side of her provided the obvious answer - her pills failed to do
their appointed task.

   Eti blinked, bringing her back from her memories.  She sighed, a mixture
of happiness and uneasiness coursing along her nervous system.  After
coming to terms with her condition, she had gone to tell her father, well,
he was going to be a father.  The soon-to-be mother laughed at the
silliness that thought invoked, as she remembered going into his room and
shaking him awake.  She had been prepared to tell him - but her father had
other ideas.  As he pleasured her, all thoughts of talking to him had left,
replaced by the delicious feelings he always brought out in her.  Eti
smiled again and hurried to get dressed, finally deciding to tell him on
the way to the airport.

   Part III, Chapter Three

   Kymber Levin sat looking out the tiny window of the jet as it prepared
to land, thinking of how good it would be to see Lorne and Eti Williams
again.  She hadn't seen them since her father's funeral, having left
immediately afterwards to live with her aunt in Seattle.  Tears welled up
in her eyes as she remembered the horrible nightmare.  The phone call from
the police.  A voice informing her of the accident, a head on collision. 
Her frantic call to Lorne Williams, the only person she could think of to
call and the ride to the hospital.

   Then there was the disorienting feeling as the doctor told her the bad
news.  She had fainted, barely hearing her words, "I'm so very sorry, Ms.
Levin.  We did all we could."

   The bump of the giant jetliner landing shook Kymber out of her painful
memories as the attendants reminded everyone to stay seated.  Wiping her
eyes, she gathered her things and exited the plane into the terminal,
searching for a familiar face in the sea of humanity.

   * * *

   Lorne drove to the airport quickly but carefully, chiding himself on
making love to Eti again, knowing they'd be late.  If he hadn't learned
anything over the last three years, it was resisting her charm was
something at which he wasn't very good.  After arriving at the airport and
parking the car, Eti and Lorne headed toward the arrival gate as fast as
the growing throng would allow.  Etienne spotted Kymber first and called
out to her long time friend.  "Kymber!  Over here!" called Eti, waving her
hands.

   Kymber Levin turned toward the sound of her name.  Upon seeing Eti and
Lorne, she waved back and went to meet them.

   Etienne greeted her long time friend with a hug pausing only to plant a
kiss on her cheek.  "It's good to have you back, " she said while holding
the beautiful redhead at arms length.

   "It's good to be back," she admitted.  Kymber turned to embrace Lorne.

   "It's good to see you, too, Lorne!"

   Lorne gave the lithe woman a hug that was more friendly than fatherly.
Although he had worked with her late father, his knowledge of her was more
than just a casual one.  As they went to the baggage area, Lorne smiled at
his memories of Kymber Levin.  The aftermath of the now-legendary party had
changed their lives forever, establishing an intimacy before which he'd
never experienced.

   Admittedly, he missed his friend and colleague, but the satisfaction of
knowing Kymber would be very well taken care of replaced his feelings of
loss.  Absently taking the bags off the conveyor, the sound of Eti's
melodious voice interrupted Lorne's thoughts.

   "We've got the spare room all set up for you," she was saying.  "You
won't have to worry about a thing."

   Lorne smiled at his daughter's enthusiasm and knew her joy matched his
own.  Geoff had left Kymber very well provided for, so money wasn't a
problem.  According to the letter he'd received two weeks earlier, Kymber
wasn't happy in Seattle and had asked Lorne if she could move in with them.
"You and Eti are the only family I need right now," her words had said.  He
replied to her, telling her they would be pleased to have her and, after
clearing it with her aunt, they made the move.

   They filled the trip home with innocent chatter as the two young women
brought each other up to date.  Sparing a glance at Etienne, he thought he
noticed something different about her but could not put his finger on it.
Eti, turned almost completely in her seat and facing Kymber, didn't notice
his furtive looks.  He dismissed the thought, concentrating on his driving.

   Minutes later, he pulled into the driveway.  Eti and Kymber headed
toward the house, leaving him to tackle the luggage.  Hands on his hips, he
cleared his voice and called out to them.  "Excuse me!  Ladies?"

   The two women stopped in mid conversation and looked back at him.  Lorne
noticed with some amusement both had identical confused looks on their
faces.

   "These bags aren't going to move by themselves," he admonished. 
Mumbling apologies, they came back to take some smaller bags as Lorne
wrestled with the largest ones.  Once inside, he gratefully let the heavy
items drop and turned to his charges.

   "Eti, show Kymber her room; I'll bring the bags up in a moment," he said
while crossing to the answering machine.  After listening to the message,
he went to the bottom of the stairs.

   "Eti?  Kymber?" he called, opening the door.  "I've got to go to the
office for a little while.  Don't wait for me to have dinner." He barely
heard the response as the door closed behind him.

   * * *

   Hearing the car start and drive away, Etienne turned to Kymber, beaming.
"Let's get you settled in first - then we can talk," she said.  Kymber
agreed; she had a million questions to ask Eti.  The two women busied
themselves with storing Kymber's belongings, limiting their conversation to
things like the color of a dress while exchanging opinions on the latest
styles.  An hour later, everything was in place and Kymber flopped down
across the bed.  Between the long flight and getting the room set up,
Kymber was exhausted.  However, it didn't curb her curiosity.

   "So, are you and your father still, uh, you know?" she asked.

   Etienne looked into Kymber's emerald green eyes as she spoke.  "Yes,
we're still lovers.  He's just so good for me that I don't bother with the
other men."

   "Why not?"

   "What could they offer me that he can't?  I mean, look around you.  I
have the best of everything!"

   Kymber had to agree with this.  This wasn't the same house they had
lived in for many years; Lorne, having assumed her father's position, had
decided that they needed a home that matched their new status.  If the rest
of the house is as beautiful as this room, she thought, it must really be
something.  She was drawn back to Eti, who was still talking.

   "I have a job and love and happiness in my life.  Daddy is so attentive
and not just in bed." Eti's look of contentment spoke volumes.  "We go
places and do things we never had time to do before.  Why waste my time on
some inexperienced guy, never knowing if I can love or trust him?  No, all
we need is each other." Eti reached down and touched her friend's hand.

   "Oh, and you, if you're willing."

   Surprise took Kymber aback momentarily, not completely understanding
what Eti was saying.  Eti saw the confusion written across her friend's
creamy complexion and offered an explanation.

   "Daddy and I talked about this last week.  Let's face it.  You aren't
exactly strangers to each other."

   Kymber nodded, understanding the reference.

   Etienne continued.  "I guess what I'm trying to say is we love you very
much and, speaking for both of us, we'd be happy if you'd join our little
family."

   This was more than the young woman could have ever hoped for!  She could
feel the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.  "I don't know what to
say. . .," she stammered.

   Eti sat next to Kymber and held her.  "Just say yes'," she said, lifting
Kymber's chin and kissing her gently.

   Kymber returned the kiss, her tongue darting into the other woman's
inviting mouth.  A new feeling of fresh excitement replaced her fatigue as
she allowed herself to be pressed onto the bed.  Their kisses became more
intense as their hands started to explore each other's bodies.

   "I've missed you," murmured Eti, her hands deftly unbuttoning Kymber's
blouse to expose her firm, full breasts.  Kymber could only lay back as Eti
undid the lacy material of her bra, freeing the twin globes of flesh, her
nipples hardening as the cool air of the room brushed across them - only to
be replaced by the warm wetness of Eti's mouth.  Kymber gasped as the other
woman's tongue flicked across the turgid button of flesh.

   Eti relished the feel of Kymber's nipple between her lips, savoring the
salty taste of the other woman's skin, feeling her own passions stirring as
she immersed herself in the sweet flesh.

   The two women paused just long enough to completely shed their
restrictive clothing.  Once naked, Eti gathered Kymber into her arms,
nibbling on the hot redhead's delicately shaped earlobe.  As Eti's warm,
moist breath sent more chills through her, Kymber busied herself with
teasing Eti's large nipples until they were both quite erect and begging
for more attention.

   The afternoon sunlight bathed the two lovers with its warmth as the room
quickly filled with the sounds of their passion.  Kymber positioned her
bottom over Etienne's open mouth feeling a sharp thrill coursing through
her as she felt the first probing of the other's tongue.  Eti lapped at the
swelling pussy lips, her tongue parting the shock of red pubic hair
covering Kymber's hidden entrance to flick teasingly across the sensitive
clitoral bud, causing Kymber's knees to buckle slightly.  Giving in to the
sensations offered by her lifelong friend, Kymber lowered her own mouth to
Eti's dark bush to capture the large clitoris protruding prominently from
between the shrouded cunt lips, feeling her own excitement increase as she
captured it, feeling it grow harder as her tongue flew over the exposed
head.

   They sucked at each other with urgency as each remembered the little
things which pleased the other.  As Eti buried her tongue deeply into the
gyrating flesh above her, she reached around and slowly inserted her
slender finger into Kymber's ass while filling her dripping pussy with her
thumb, smiling inwardly as she felt her friend's twin orifices spasm at the
sudden invasion, causing the lust-filled woman to gasp.

   Kymber ground her overheated sex onto Eti face as she went careening
into her first orgasm, drenching the other woman's face with hot liquid. 
"Oh, yes!  Yes!", she cried out as Eti's busy fingers coaxed another nerve
shattering wave of pleasure out of her.  "Oh, take it, take it all!"

   Etienne paused for a moment to catch her breath, giving Kymber the
opening she was looking for to return the favor as she recaptured Eti's
clit, sucking on it hard.  Her head moved furiously as she licked and
nibbled at Eti's steaming flesh, causing the darker woman's hips to buck
uncontrollably.

   "This...  is...  oh, my...  so...  oh, good!" stammered Eti as Kymber
brought her to the brink and shoved her over, the intense waves of pleasure
crashing over her repeatedly.  As Eti gushed stream after stream of love
juice, Kymber quickly inserted two fingers inside the orgasming woman,
plunging them in and out of her just as fast as she could.  Etienne
rewarded Kymber with another shower of juices, feeling them flow hotly over
her hand.

   Kymber rolled off an exhausted Eti, who was still trembling slightly in
the aftershocks of orgasm and lay next to her, stopping along the way to
suck a nipple between her lips and causing another bout of trembling. 
Kymber leaned over and kissed Eti deeply.

   "You don't know how much I've missed you," she whispered to Eti, who was
smiling even as she drifted off to sleep.  Finding herself just as drained,
Kymber snuggled up next to Etienne, thinking "It's good to be home. . .  "

   * * *

   It was late when Lorne returned home.  Upon entering the house, he
immediately noticed how quiet it was.  Concerned, he went looking for his
daughter and friend.  After checking the pool and kitchen, he went upstairs
to Etienne's room - and found it empty.  The scientist scratched his head,
wondering where they could have gone, since Eti's car was still in the
garage.  On a hunch, he went to Kymber's room.  Peeking into the open
doorway, the sight of the two naked, sleeping women greeted him.

   Obviously, they had found something to do while he was gone.  Lorne
found it exciting seeing them entwined together, feeling his cock begin to
stir.  Sighing, he covered the sleeping beauties and left the room, closing
the door gently behind him.

   Part III, Chapter Four

   Eti woke up finding herself unable to move.  Only partially aware of her
surroundings, she tried to move the weight pressing against her, a moment
of panic running through her as the weight shifted against her. 
Cautiously, she opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh sunlight
streaming into the room and her panic deepened.

   "Where am I?" she asked herself.  "This isn't my room..." Realization
dawned on her and she looked to her right and saw Kymber dozing peacefully,
her arms draped across Eti's mid-section.  The panic subsided as she
recalled the events of - last night?  Clearing the last dregs of sleep from
her brain, she gingerly moved Kymber's arm, causing her to stir slightly
and rose from the bed to look at the clock.

   "Ten in the morning," she mumbled to herself as she stretched.  "Good
thing today's Saturday." Now fully awake, Eti went to awaken her friend. 
"Hey," she called gently, not wanting to startle her.  "Time to get up,
lazy." No response came from the prone beauty, so she shook her.  "Kymber?"

   Kymber greeted her with a muffled grunt, so she shook her harder. 
"Kymber!  Wake up!" This time, she could hear the young woman mutter,
"Yeah, yeah.  I'm up." Satisfied, Eti left her friend's side and looked
around the room, spotting the remaining unpacked baggage.  As Eti padded to
the bathroom, she could hear Kymber sitting up.

   "Ooh, what time is it?" asked the groggy redhead as she stood, her legs
not quite ready to hold her.  "Did we sleep all night?"

   "Looks like it," Eti called out over the sound of running water.  "Come
on, let's get cleaned up and tell Dad the good news!"

   Kymber's reflection in the mirror frowned back at her.  "News?  What...
oh.  THAT news.  Eti?"

   "Huh?" came the reply.

   "Thanks for caring."

   As Kymber entered the bathroom, Eti playfully threw a towel at her.  "We
figured that, well, after all that's happened, you should be happy again."
She looked into Kymber emerald green eyes.  "Besides, we love you, Kymmie.
Now, into the shower with you!  I'll meet you downstairs in twenty
minutes."

   Watching the lithe Black woman leave the room, she couldn't shake the
sudden feeling there was something different about Etienne.  Not being able
to put her finger on it, she shrugged and stepped into the shower.

   Part III, Chapter Five

   Lorne looked up from his newspaper as Kymber and Eti bounded down the
stairs.  "Well, it's about time," he said.  "I was beginning to think you
two would sleep the day away.  There's coffee in the kitchen if you want
it."

   "Later, Dad," replied Eti.  "Kymmie said yes!" Lorne looked from Eti,
who was all smile, to Kymber who looked embarrassed but positive.

   Putting the paper down, he folded his hands before speaking.  "We
thought about this for a long time, Kym.  It was obvious to me just how
close the two of you are.  I know how important you are to her." Clearing
his throat nervously, he continued.

   "And, uh, there were my own feelings to think of."

   Lorne remembered the night of the party and the months which followed,
privately relishing the other time he had made love to the redheaded
bombshell.

   * * *

   Kymber had come by looking for Etienne one evening, a week following the
now-infamous party.  Lorne remembered the mixed feelings of embarrassment
and excitement as he told the incredibly beautiful young woman that Eti
wasn't home.

   "I don't know when she'll be back," he had said.  "Do you want to wait
for her?" he added hopefully, remembering his first experience with this
lovely creature.

   Kymber was nervous.  "I suppose I can wait for a little while," she
said, painfully aware of the feelings this man instilled in her.

   The two of them sat across from each other, neither wanting to be the
first to speak.  Finally, Lorne spoke.

   "Well!  I haven't seen you since the party."

   This caused the young woman to look up sharply, her embarrassment
showing clearly as the blush spread quickly across her face.

   "Ah, well, yeah.  Dr.  Williams...  ," she stuttered.

   "Lorne, please."

   "Okay, uh, Lorne.  That was really some party huh?" Kymber was dying to
tell him why she was really there.

   Clearing his throat and looking around the room, Lorne nervously
replied, "Sure was.  How have you been since I last saw you?" He winced
slightly, remembering the last time he saw her, he was fucking her.  Hoping
to clean up his gaff, he took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, Kymber."

   "That's all right, Doctor - uh, Lorne." With an easiness she didn't
feel, she climbed out on a metaphorical limb.  "You were really something."

   Clearly flustered, Lorne said.  "Uh, yeah.  Thanks."

   The room grew quiet again - you could feel the tension in the air as
they tried to avoid looking at each other.

   "Lorne?"

   "Yes?"

   "I didn't actually come over to see Eti."

   "Really?  Why are you here?"

   "I, um, came to see you."

   Lorne shifted uncomfortably in his chair and tried to hide the erection
making a tent in his pants.  The thought of making love to this young
beauty again was more than he could have hoped for.  He smiled back at
Kymber.

   "Do I have to ask why?", he quipped, hoping they were sharing the same
thoughts.

   Kymber glanced back at him, her embarrassment causing her to turn a
deeper shade of red.  Although he had shifted his position in the chair,
she could still see the huge bulge of his erection straining against his
clothing.  The damp heat between her legs made her squirm uncomfortably.

   "This is stupid," Lorne thought and came to a decision.  Standing, he
held out his hand to Kymber.  "I don't think we need to say anymore, do
we?"

   Excited further by the huskiness of his voice, Kymber shook her head
and, taking his hand, allowed Lorne to lead her upstairs.  As she entered
the bedroom behind him, she thought "I can't believe I'm doing this!" Lorne
interrupted any further thoughts as the handsome Black doctor's lips closed
on hers, his tongue probing her mouth gently, but with an urgency which
wouldn't be denied.  She inhaled his scent deeply, feeling the heat
building inside her, clinging to him tightly as his lips caressed her neck.

   Kymber felt herself lifted by strong arms as Lorne carried her to the
bed.  He stood over her for a moment, his coffee-black eyes locked onto
hers as he began to undress her.  Kymber tingled in anticipation as he
removed her blouse and bra, massaging the firm flesh with his hands, before
peeling away her skirt.  Clad only in sea-green silk panties, she watched
as Lorne removed his shirt, absently licking her lips at the sight of his
hairless chest.

   Lorne undressed quickly, glad to have his swollen manhood finally free
from its cloth prison, eased himself into Kymber's open arms.  Their lips
met again, turning up the heat another notch.  Moving down her body, he
flicked his tongue across each nipple in turn, causing the fleshy buttons
to grow harder, before continuing down across her flat stomach.  Kymber's
breathing was becoming faster as she felt his tongue slip under the
waistband of her panties.  She reached down to remove them; Lorne stopped
her.

   "No, don't," he whispered, pressing her back gently.  He could feel the
heat of her sex through the flimsy material as he nuzzled her mound,
rubbing his face against the spreading patch of wetness there.  Her scent
was musky and intoxicating as he exposed the tangle of flaming red hair,
snaking his tongue between the puffy lips.  Kymber spread her long legs
wider, giving him greater access to her center as he lapped the tangy,
salty dewdrops from her, increasing the flames of passion which were
threatening to consume her.

   With a smooth motion, Lorne turned himself.  Placing one hand under her
bottom and lifting her, he removed the thin material surrounding her sex.
He lifted her to his mouth and drank deeply of her essence, his tongue
covering every square inch of her overheated flesh.  She began thrusting
her hips against his hot mouth as he sucked her enlarged, clitoris, running
his tongue in quick circles around the sensitive head.  Kymber was
breathing harder and faster as he fucked his tongue inside her, feeling his
invading flesh spreading her with its passage before returning to savage
her clit.

   As Lorne drove a pair of crossed fingers into her steaming cave, Kymber
reached up, filling her hand with his throbbing erection.  She pulled the
head toward her waiting mouth using her tongue to wipe the large,
crystal-clear dewdrop from the slit of his cock before clamping her mouth
around the bulbous head.  Lorne gasped at the new sensation and doubled his
efforts, feeling the delicious heat and wetness of her mouth.

   Kymber sucked on the spongy head of his shaft, enjoying the feel of it.
Working her way down the thick shaft, her tongue traced along the large
veins that ran the full length of him, cupping sac feeling the delightful
heaviness there.  She could feel his tongue and fingers working in concert
to push her over the edge.  As she came, she ground herself against him,
riding out the pleasure wave he masterfully created within her.

   Lorne was having his own problems.  Between Kymber's twitching spurting
love center and the maddening ache in his balls, he was beyond reason.  He
slowly wiped the back of his hand across his face, wet with her copious
flow and positioned himself at her entrance.

   "Yes, yes!" she cried.  "Give it to me!" She punctuated her demands by
jerking her hips upwards to meet his thick shaft, giving a squeal of
delight as his cock knob split her sex.  Lorne groaned in ecstasy as he
slid deep into her until he felt the entrance to her womb.  Once fully
impaled, he stopped, savoring the delicious tightness that surrounded him.
He could feel the tremors that ran through the stretched inner walls
against his hot shaft.  Kymber's wide green eyes were wild with lust as she
dug her fingers into his back.

   "No!  No!  Don't stop now!" she moaned feverishly.  "Finish it... 
finish me!"

   Lorne withdrew until just the head remained inside her before plunging
deep inside her.  Feeling crazed with lust, he filled her tightness
repeatedly with long strokes that slurped obscenely with their combined
juices.  He could feel Kymber bucking under him wildly as she succumbed to
her second orgasm, her eyes screwed tightly shut against the onslaught of
pleasure.  Unable to withstand the incredible pressure building inside his
seed-filled sac, he rammed into her yielding flesh as his cock swelled
inside her.

   A brilliant flash of white light flashed behind his eyes as he erupted
inside her, spilling his seed into her in great spurts.  Each pulse sent an
intense current of pleasure through him, overloading his tortured senses as
he emptied his love into Kymber. . .

   * * *

   "...glad that you both feel this way.  I know I'll be very happy here."
Kymber's words snapped Lorne out of his daydream.  Etienne was looking at
him closely, having noticed the glazed look that fell over him a moment
ago. "What was he thinking about?" she wondered.

   "Yes, well, welcome to the family!", he managed to say, his voice a
little thick.  "Okay!  If there's nothing else, I've got some work to do.
I'll see you two later."

   Lorne Williams left the room - a bit too quick, thought Eti.  Turning to
her "sister," she asked.  "What do you want to do after we eat?", watching
until she heard the patio door slide closed.  Before Kymber could answer,
Eti silenced her with a finger across her lips.

   "There's something we have to discuss," she whispered.

   Part III, Chapter Six

   "You're what!" Kymber sat in the chair so hard her teeth clicked. 
"Pregnant?  How..." Realizing the silliness of her question, Kymber shook
her head.  "Does your father know?"

   Etienne had been smiling - right until that question.  Sighing, she sat
on the edge of her bed.  "No," she replied.  "I haven't told him yet."
Kymber could see that Eti was having trouble deciding how and when she was
going to tell her father that, well, he was going to be a father.

   "What are you waiting for?"

   "Oh, I don't know!  I don't know how he's going to react and, frankly,
I'm afraid."

   Kymber moved to sit next to her.  "Listen.  You want me to tell him?",
she asked, knowing Eti would prefer to tell him herself - but also letting
Eti know she didn't have to face the announcement alone.

   Eti smiled.  "No - but thanks anyway.  Hey, I appreciate the offer,
though."

   "How far along are you?"

   "As close as I can figure it, two months.  I've got an appointment to
see Dr.  Edwards on Tuesday and I suppose she'll tell me all the details
then."

   "Oh, Eti!  I'm so happy for you!" Kymber said as she leaned over to hug
the new mother-to-be.

   Sighing, Etienne said, "Now the only thing I have to do is tell Dad."
Without warning, Eti began to giggle.

   "What's so funny?"

   "Oh, nothing!" More giggles.  "I'm having my father's baby.  Does this
mean I'm giving birth to my own brother or sister - and is he a father and
grandfather, too?" Peals of laughter erupted from Etienne and, after
thinking about it, Kymber joined in the laughter.

   "So, - a giggle - are you going to tell him?"

   Etienne wiped the tears from her eyes.  "After dinner," she sniffed. 
Regaining their composure, the two women looked at each other.  And burst
out laughing...

   Part III, Chapter Seven

   In the yard, Lorne had just finished mowing the lawn when he heard the
hysterical laughter flowing from Etienne's room.  Puzzled, he wondered what
they'd found so funny - and gave up after a few moments.  He shook his
head, thinking no matter how old they got, girls would always be girls.

   Putting the mower away, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a
glass of lemonade, the tangy sweetness sending a rush of coolness through
him as he drained and refilled the glass.  He sat at the table and pondered
the situation.

   On one side there's Etienne.  Though they'd been lovers for three years,
it never failed to amaze him at how natural and right it felt, especially
since she resembled her mother in so many ways.  It had taken him a while
to get used to their incestuous relationship but he managed, remembering
Eti's words to him.

   "Dad, I know I could never replace Mom.  I know how much she meant to
you.  Nevertheless, we have each other now and, since we have this love,
things could never be wrong."

   On the other side, there's Kymber.  He knew that she'd need all the love
and support she could get now that Geoff was gone.  Lewdly, he thought that
having two hot and desirable women around would be fun.  Just the mere
thought of doing both of them had his cock stirring.

   * * *

   They filled dinner with the usual small talk found at most tables -
except the topics were quite different.  Kymber, having spent the afternoon
unpacking and putting away stuff, was regaling Etienne with her version of
the second time she and Lorne had made love.  Lorne was doing his best
ostrich impression as Eti looked at him with astonishment written on her
lovely visage.

   "Dad," she said with mock sternness.  "You never told me about you and
Kymber.  You dirty old man!" Eti got up, taking empty plates to the sink.
"Hmpf.  Let you out of my sight for one moment and what happens?" Kymber
was doing her best not to add to Lorne's plight by laughing.

   "And you, young lady," Eti said, waggling a finger at her friend.  "Once
wasn't enough for you, eh?  I just don't know what to do with you!"

   Lorne couldn't resist.  "You didn't say that last night, now did you?"
Kymber blushed - a dark crimson - and Eti was speechless.  "Hm," he
chuckled, "Obviously not." He ducked as a dish towel went sailing over his
head and beat a hasty retreat to the living room with Eti and Kymber hot on
his heels.  Lorne came to an abrupt stop and threw up his hands.  "I
surrender!"

   Eti and Kymber took seats on the plush sofa while Lorne made himself
comfortable in his favorite chair.  "So, ladies!  What's on the agenda for
this evening?  Anyone up for a movie?"

   The two young women exchanged looks.  "Well?" asked Kymber.  "What are
you waiting for?" Eti remained silent.

   Lorne looked from one to the other before asking, "What's going on?" In
the silence which followed, he watched as Kymber was gesturing frantically
in Eti's direction while the latter really looked as if she'd rather be
somewhere else.

   A hint of sternness crept into his voice.  "Okay, out with it.  Is there
something I should know?"

   "I'll say," Kymber mysteriously replied.

   Etienne finally spoke.  "Dad, there's something I have to tell you."
Lorne crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.

   "Dad, do you love me?"

   "Of course, Peaches.  Why do you ask?" Lorne was beginning to get the
feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.

   "I just wanted to know.  That's all." Kymber rolled her eyes to look at
the ceiling.

   "Now, why don't I believe you?"

   Kymber jumped in.  "You want me to tell him?" Etienne shook her head
vigorously.

   "Tell me what?", asked Lorne, his confusion growing.

   Etienne looked directly at her father.  "She wants to know if I want her
to tell you...  that I'm pregnant."

   As if he didn't hear her, he said, "You're what?"

   "Pregnant." Eti slid closer to Kymber, who put an arm around her.

   Realization hit Lorne like the proverbial ton of bricks.  "Pregnant. 
Pregnant!?  Oh, Lord..."

   Kymber was smiling.  "Isn't it wonderful?"

   Clearly rocked by this announcement, Lorne stood and began pacing the
spacious room.  His emotions were running wild, sending him careening from
one extreme to another at the speed of thought.

   "Pregnant," he repeated absently.  He looked up.  "But, how..., I mean,
your pills..."

   "They didn't work," Eti supplied, her worried expression speaking
volumes.

   Lorne sat on the arm of the chair, his face reflecting the shock of
Eti's announcement.  "I don't know what to say," he said with great
uncertainty.  "I'm not sure how I feel right now," he confessed.  "This is
a great moment, but..." He turned to face his daughter.  "Honey, are you
sure?"

   Eti, regaining her composure, nodded.  "Yes, I'm sure.  I've got an
appointment with Dr.  Edwards.  I hope you're not angry with me."

   "Angry?  No, Peaches!  I'm not angry.  I'm just...  surprised!" Lorne
crossed to where Eti and Kymber were sitting.  Kneeling, he held Eti's
hands, feeling them tremble.  "However, I can't think about that right now.
There are more important matters to discuss."

   "Like how I'm going to explain being pregnant to everyone, right?" As
far as anyone knew, Eti wasn't seeing anyone socially.

   "Making sure that we have a healthy baby, too." Both Kymber and Eti
nodded at this.  As a geneticist, Lorne was all too aware of the
possibility of genetic defects occurring.  Over the last year, Lorne had
done as much research as he could on the subject of incest.  One thing he
learned was incestual pregnancies did not always produce genetic
monstrosities.  He even found an incest help line on the Internet and
finding their advice and support more than helpful, corresponded with them
frequently to gain useful information which eventually helped them become
the loving family they were now.

   Kymber spoke.  "Well!  Now that it's out in the open, what can I do to
help?"

   Both Lorne and Etienne smiled at Kymber.  "For a start, " Eti began,
"You can go with me to the doctor's office - then we can go shopping!" As
the ladies discussed their plans, Lorne stood and looked around the room,
thinking of how pleasant having a baby in the house again would be.

   "This calls for a celebration," he declared.  "Where should we go and
what should we do?"

   Part III, Chapter Eight

   Etienne felt vulnerable as the speculum invaded her, wincing at the
discomfort as it opened her for inspection.

   "Okay, that part's done," came Dr.  Edwards' voice.  "You can relax for
a moment."

   "You know, I really hate this," Eti said, her voice tight.  She tried to
adjust her position in the stirrups to make herself as comfortable as
possible.

   "I know you do, dear.  Now be still.  I'll be done in a moment." Donning
a pair of gloves, Dr.  Edwards began her internal exam.  After what was an
eternity, Eti felt the hand withdraw, followed by the sound of gloves
coming off.  She was relieved when Dr.  Edwards removed the speculum,
leaving her strangely empty and a bit queasy.

   "Well, there's no doubt that you're going to have a baby. 
Congratulations are in order.  Everything looks and feels fine."

   Struggling to sit up, Etienne asked "How far along am I?"

   "Oh, I'd say about three months, give or take a day or two.  We'll know
more when the rest of the tests come back.  We should schedule you for an
ultrasound in another few weeks."

   Eti listened to the doctor's voice as she dressed while thinking there
was a lot to remember when you're pregnant - appointments, vitamins, diet,
exercise, the delivery date, things to do before and after...  The list was
growing every day!

   The doctor continued.  "You've been pretty lucky not having morning
sickness, so I won't have to prescribe anything for nausea.  Are there any
other questions?"

   "No, I think you've answered most of them.  See you in a couple of
weeks!"

   After dropping Kymber off at home, Eti drove to the lab.  She couldn't
help thinking about how her life was changing.  Already, she could feel the
changes her body was undergoing; her breasts were fuller, heavier and much
more sensitive than usual.  She thought having her father or Kymber sucking
on her nipples would be quite an experience.  Eti absently patted her
stomach as if confirming the presence of the bulge growing there.

   She remembered the doctor's words about how her moods may rapidly change
from one moment to the next because of the hormonal changes taking place
inside her.  While sitting at a traffic light, she closed her eyes and
could somehow sense the child growing in her womb.

   As she pulled into the lab's parking complex, Etienne reminded herself
that she'd have to put in for maternity leave and to leave a message with
Kathy in human relations.  She allowed herself a wry grin, thinking to have
a baby sure meant filing out a lot of forms!  Stepping off the elevator,
Kymber and the other women she worked with greeted Eti - and the looks on
their faces told her a certain green-eyed redhead had let the cat out of
the bag.

   As they gathered around Eti to offer their congratulations, she gave
Kymber a withering stare.  Kymber smiled and shrugged.  "Sorry, Eti - I
just couldn't keep it to myself!" When everyone returned to their tasks,
Eti motioned Kymber into an empty office.

   "Kymmie," she began, "I'm not mad - it's just that I don't want to have
to answer a lot of questions about, ahem, who the father is, if you know
what I mean." Etienne could tell by Kymber's shocked expression she hadn't
thought about that.

   "Oh, no!  I just forgot!"

   Before the emerald-eyed beauty could start kicking herself, Eti said,
"Hey!  Don't do this to yourself - no harm, no foul, okay?" She gave her
friend a quick hug.  "We'll talk about it on the way home."

   * * *

   Eti was relaxing in the passenger seat as Kymber navigated through the
rush hour traffic.  The reception at the office and plans for a baby shower
had prompted many questions about the father of the baby.  Eti had done her
best to deflect most of the questions, telling her coworkers his identity
wasn't important.  Eti knew her evasiveness would spark many a rumor and,
eventually, her father would hear of them.

   Eti sighed, knowing her father would be concerned about these rumors -
but she thought it could work to their advantage.  The people at the lab
would be so busy trying to identify the mystery father that no one would
suspect Lorne.

   Kymber broke through her thinking.  "Eti, I'm really sorry about this.
You know I didn't do it on purpose."

   "I know, I know.  We have to be careful; if anyone were to find out, my
God, there would be more trouble than we could ever deal with." Kymber
nodded somberly, lapsing into silence.

   Secretly, she envied Etienne's condition; she had tried getting pregnant
by her father - but the accident had made sure it would never happen. 
Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about the last time they had made
love.  Kymber had recognized how the party had changed her life.  There was
the love growing inside her for Lorne Williams; the handsome Black man had
awakened something within her.  Thus, Kymber had planned her visit to see
him.  She had left Lorne feeling more in love with him, her craving for him
momentarily sated.

   * * *

   Alone in her room, she undressed and stretched out across the bed,
concentrating on the feeling deep inside her, warm like a banked coal.  Her
fingers went to her mound and spread her ample lips there.  A delicious
tingle fluttered through her as her fingers touched the still-sensitive bud
of her clitoris.  As she was about to explore further, she heard a tap at
her door.  "Hi, Dad," she called out.

   Geoff Levin stuck his head in.  "Hi, Kymmie - I thought I heard you come
in." Entering the room, noticing her state of undress.  "Am I interrupting
something?" Taking in her firm young body caused a stirring inside him.

   "No, Dad," she answered.  "I was just laying here thinking."

   "About what, Princess?"

   "Lorne Williams.  I just came from his house."

   "Really?  How's Eti?"

   "I don't know; she wasn't there."

   "Then, why..." Geoff began, feeling a brief pang of jealousy.

   "I think you know why," was the shameless reply.

   "I see." Despite his calm statement, a seed of hot passion was growing
inside him as he thought about his friend and his daughter.

   Kymber propped herself up on her elbows, hearing the tone of his voice.
"Oh, Daddy, please don't be upset."

   "I thought that, well, after the party we, um..."

   "Daddy, I love you and we've been having some great fun together, but I
love him, too."

   Geoff sighed as he sat next to his flame-haired daughter.  "I think I
understand.  Was it worth it?"

   "Daddy, he was magnificent!" Tactfully, she added.  "He makes me feel
the same way you do!" It hadn't been hard to figure out the older Levin's
feelings were stinging.  Her words worked as Geoff relaxed.  "Oh, come
here!" she said, opening her arms.

   Geoff fell into her warm embrace and they kissed.  He reached between
them and began kneading the creamy, fleshy globes of her breasts, running
his thumbs across the stiffening buds of her nipples.

   "Ooooh that feels good," the younger Levin cooed, feeling the warmth
spreading through her.  Her own hand had found the growing bulge in his
pants and she gave it a loving squeeze.  Geoff raised himself slightly to
help Kymber undo his pants, never taking his mouth from the nipple he was
teasing with his teeth.

   "Ah, there it is!" she exclaimed as her father's erection popped free,
the head red and angry-looking as it continued to fill with his hot blood.
Geoff let out a groan of displeasure as Kymber sat up, her nipple falling
from between his lips.  Bending her head to his phallus, Kymber noted while
not as thick and long as Lorne's, it was just as beautiful.  She lowered
her mouth to him, her tongue flicking around the knob and feeling him throb
in her hand.

   "Oh, baby," he moaned as she slipped more of his cock into her luscious,
wet mouth.  Opening his eyes slightly, he took in the sight of Kymber's
head bobbing.  As she sucked him, Kymber's thick red hair moved like
flowing lava.  Her lips formed a tight seal which sent wave after wave of
pleasure through him.  He reached out and grabbed her leg, signaling to her
allow him some fun.

   Kymber complied, lowering her now-drenched pussy onto his face.  She was
still tender from her session with Lorne and it just added to her
excitement.  Even the light touches of his breath were enough to drive her
insane.  Geoff nuzzled his face into her hot sex, tasting the juices
flowing from her.  He could taste the remnants of Lorne's seed and it
excited him further as he drove his tongue into the flesh of his flesh,
causing her to grind her bottom against his face.

   Father and daughter sucked and licked at each other, both lost in their
private pleasure.  Geoff had found Kymber's erect clit, idly thinking how
small it was compared to Etienne Williams'.  He could see it protruding
from its sheath, pulsing with every beat of her heart and went back to
sucking it.  Gently at first, then with great urgency, he tongued her love
button.  Kymber gasped at the sudden attack and lifted her mouth from him,
rocking her firm ass against him while holding on to his erect member.

   "Yes, yes," she hissed.  "Suck me!" Geoff responded by increasing his
speed and inserting a finger into his daughter's pussy.  "Ooh, Daddy, I'm
gonna do it!" Geoff braced himself, feeling her canal contracting against
his finger.  "NO!" she screamed as her orgasm claimed her, the juice
flowing from her.  She collapsed, feeling the throbbing heat of his cock
against her cheek.  "Don't stop, don't stopdon'tstopdon't..."

   She lapsed into silence as the second wave flowed over her.  Geoff face
was wet and abraded from the thick growth of auburn as she ground her sex
into his face, cutting off his breathing for a moment.  A moment of
delicious panic hit him as the young beauty continued to ride his mouth,
her words inaudible with his head trapped firmly between her legs.

   Realizing his plight, Kymber reluctantly removed her steaming pussy from
his face.  "Sorry," she muttered as she positioned herself over his rod. 
Geoff was gasping for breath as, in one swift movement, his daughter
impaled herself on his maleness.

   "Your turn," she said, smiling evilly.  Without giving him a chance to
recover, she began riding his stiff pole, slamming down on it until their
pubic bones ground together.  "Oh, yeah," she sighed, as she leaned forward
to allow her father to fill her hot flesh.  The feeling of being spread
open delighted her as she listened to the wet sounds their bodies were
making.

   "Come on, give it to me," she said.  "Give me your sperm, Daddy."

   Geoff was doing his best to hold back, never wanting the moment to end.
However, she was too hot and wet, clenching her vaginal muscles against his
thickness and Geoff knew he'd be unable to hold back the tide.

   "Fill me with it - come on - cream me!" Her pleas were becoming more
strident as she pounded her bottom against him, her breasts jiggling
crazily.

   Geoff could feel his sac tighten, an almost painful sensation.  His cock
grew thick inside her and the first spurts of his love began to jet from
him.  "Yes!" Kymber squealed as she felt the hot sticky fluid coat her
insides.  Geoff grimaced as his cock continued to pulse inside her - he had
never experienced such an intense orgasm before.

   Without warning, Kymber rose from him and plunged her mouth over his
still-spasming tool, catching the last few spurts of cream on her tongue.
She savored the saltiness of his essence as she swallowed the pearly fluid.

   * * *

   "You missed the turn."

   "Huh?" Etienne's voice had startled Kymber.  "I did what?"

   She turned to find Etienne staring at her, a whimsical look on her face.
"The turn into the development.  You missed it."

   "Oh, hell," she said, the embarrassment causing her to blush.  She
pulled over, looked around, and made an U-turn.  "I don't know what I was
thinking about," she said, more to herself than to her passenger.

   Eti was smiling broadly.  "I don't know either, but it had to be
something.  Are you okay?"

   Her blush deepened.  "Yeah, I'm okay." Kymber drove up the driveway in
silence.  She pulled into the garage and killed the engine.

   Lorne entered the garage.  "Is everything okay?" he asked.  "I saw you
drive by and wondered if anything was wrong."

   Eti was laughing.  "I think somebody was a million miles away, thinking
nasty thoughts.  You should have seen her nipples!  They were about to tear
a hole in her blouse!"

   Kymber flashed Eti a "later for you" look.  "They were not!" she
protested.

   Lorne looked at both women, scratching his head.  "Come on inside -
dinner's ready." The two lovlies followed him, giggling.

   After dinner, Lorne listening patiently as Etienne told him of her visit
with Dr.  Edwards.  "That's good news," he said.  "Did she ask about whom
the father is?" Concern etched his dark features.

   "Not really," Eti answered.  "She was more concerned with making sure
everything was fine."

   As the two talked and made plans for the new arrival, Kymber was
beginning to hatch a plan of her own.

   Part III, Chapter Nine

   Kymber gasped in delight as the thick, unyielding tool penetrated her
deeply.  She looked up into the brown eyes of her lover and smiled
appreciatively.  "Oh, this is too much," she said as Lorne slid deeper into
her steaming snatch.  Beside her, Etienne watched intently as her father
pleasured the sensuous redhead.  She sighed with contentment, feeling her
father's seed trickling from her.  He had, moments earlier, taken her from
behind, bringing her quickly to orgasm while flooding her with his thick,
gooey spunk.  Being seven months pregnant and not wanting to do any damage,
Eti found she really enjoyed being loved in this position.

   Now sated, she watched as her father's thick cock was pounding Kymber.
Eti leaned over and captured a nipple, causing Kymber to moan loudly and
feeling Kymber's body rocked each time Lorne thrust into her.  Kymber was
thinking she'd never been loved so much in her life as the grunting,
sweating man filled her pussy, spreading her wide.  An orgasm shot through
her, taking her completely by surprise.  Her mouth opened, only to be
filled with Eti's tongue.

   As they kissed, Kymber reached out and touched the swollen curves of
Eti's stomach, thinking of how sexy it felt.  Etienne broke the kiss,
feeling the warm touch of Kymber's hand.  Rising, she dangled her
milk-filled breast before the emerald-eyed beauty, offering her open lips a
nipple.  Kymber lifted her head to it and sucked into her mouth - and was
rewarded with a splash of milk, which she drank greedily.  Etienne moaned
lowly as Kymber suckled her, feeling warm and loved.  She freed her nipple,
hearing Kymber's groan of protest and changed her position.

   Eti offered Kymber a view of her distended belly as the mother-to-be
lowered her freshly fucked pussy onto her mouth.  Kymber lapped at the
sperm that was still leaking from the gaping pink slash before sucking that
large and lovely clit into her mouth.  Eti cooed with contentment, leaning
forward to plant a wet kiss on her father's lips as he worked inside
Kymber.

   The three lovers moved together, filling the room with the sounds of
their passion.  Eti's orgasm crashed into her senses, causing her hot
juices to splash against the energetic mouth under her.  Again sated, she
rolled carefully off Kymber's juice-drenched face and knelt to kiss the
glistening droplets from her flushed cheeks.

   Lorne's senses were near an overload at the sight before him.  He
continued to plow into Kymber's snatch with stuttering strokes as he
approached the climax.  He let out a groan as he felt his cock swell inside
the tight, hot woman, his seed spilling into her copiously.

   "Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as jet after jet of pearly spunk flowed from him,
painting Kymber vaginal walls with love.  Feeling the spasming maleness
inside her, Kymber clamped down on his tool with her vaginal muscles - as
Eti suggested - wringing another cry of pleasure from Lorne, who was
beginning to grow soft inside her.

   Drained, Lorne withdrew and flopped down between the two women.  "I am
truly blessed," he said as they snuggled next to him.  Exhausted, Lorne and
Eti drifted off into a blissful sleep, but Kymber remained awake, nestled
in the comforting embrace of Lorne's arm.

   "This should do it," she thought, feeling Lorne's seed trickling from
her.  For a moment, she felt guilty; she had deliberately stopped taking
her birth control pills some time ago, finally succumbing to the twinge of
jealousy she experienced whenever she looked at Etienne.  Guilt was joined
by its cousin, Selfishness, causing Kymber to shiver slightly.  She wanted
to share in the obvious joy Etienne was experiencing in her pregnancy.

   Not that Lorne was focusing solely on his pregnant daughter; he would
consistently shower both of them with equal attention and love.  Kymber
wanted to show her love in another way, however.  So far, Lorne had given
her more than she could ever hope for: love, security, tenderness and, oh,
yes, plenty of hot, delicious sex.  Now she wanted to give him something in
return.

   She looked across the expanse of Lorne's chest to her friend, sister,
and lover.  Kymber had at first been reluctant to reveal her plan to
Etienne, fearing that the other would react badly.  It surprised Kymber
when Eti agreed that it would be the perfect gift for Kymber to give him.

   "It would make you happier, wouldn't it?" Eti had asked while secretly
wondering what had taken Kymber so long in deciding to have her father's
baby.

   "I look at you every day, see your happiness, and want it for myself,
too." Kymber looked into her friend's hazel eyes.  "If I'm being selfish,
I'm sorry." She shook her head, causing her thick red mane to cascade
across her shoulders.

   Eti had reached out and toyed with the flame-red ringlets.  "No, Kymmie,
I don't think you're being selfish.  You love him just as much as I do."

   Lorne's gentle snoring brought Kymber to the here and now.  Silently,
she prayed that after all the times they'd made love, this would be the
time which would allow her to present the man she loved with the fruits of
her womb.  She remembered her frustration as month after month, her cycle
would start, signaling that her efforts had, so far, failed.  Eti and
Kymber planned this night of love, both women knowing that Kymber next
cycle was due to begin within the next couple of days.  Kymber drifted off
to sleep, her last thought being one of hope for the future.

   Part III, Chapter Ten

   "Hurry up, will you?", said Eti, going into Kymber's bathroom.  Kymber
was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking sad as she held the tray of
the home test.  Immediately, Etienne's heart fell.  They had both been
certain Kymber had conceived, especially since Kymber was now a week late.

   "Oh, babe," she said as she eased her bulky form next to Kymber.  "I'm
sorry.  This is two months in a row!"

   Kymber looked up, locking her jade-hewed gaze onto Eti's.  The lovely
redhead broke into a wide smile.  "You may be sorry, but I'm not!" she
said, triumph clearly in her voice as she held up the results.  Bright
blue. Pregnant.

   "You tricked me!", Eti scolded, playfully punching Kymber in the arm.

   Kymber stood, placing the test on the sink, turning to help Eti stand.
"Come on, chubby, let's go tell him the good news!"

   "Chubby?  Who are you calling chubby?" asked Etienne.  She knew that her
time was coming soon as she looked in the mirror as she passed.  Her
breasts were so full and heavy, as was her belly.  For months, she'd felt
the baby moving around inside her, not knowing if it was a boy or girl. 
Dr. Edwards had offered to tell her, of course, but she had declined, not
really wanting to know until she delivered.

   So far, there were no signs of any abnormalities, something that had
concerned all three of them.  During one examination, Eti had aroused Dr.
Edwards' suspicions with her nervousness.

   "Why are you so concerned?  I've told you that everything is going
well," the woman had asked her.  Realizing her mistake, Eti had explained
that the baby's father was diabetic and she was naturally concerned if it
was causing any problems for the baby.  The doctor looked back at her
skeptically but said nothing.

   Lorne had just come in.  Wearily, he tossed his jacket on the back of
the chair.  "Hi, everyone!" he called out.  Kymber was watching Eti descend
the staircase, making sure she didn't fall when she stopped abruptly, a
look of utter surprise crossing her features.

   "Uh, oh." Eti's voice was tight with pain.  "Something's happening!"
Kymber and Lorne ran to her as she gingerly sat.  Another contraction hit
her, feeling like someone had taken her insides and twisted them.  "It's
time."

   Kymber and Lorne looked at each other for a long moment, before erupting
into a flurry of activity.

   "Kymber, go up and grab her bag - then call Dr.  Edwards!" Lorne
instructed as he ran toward the garage.

   "Right!  On my way!", she responded stepping carefully around Eti before
bolting up the stairs, returning with the overnight bag.

   Eti was trying to stand.  "Oh, no, you don't!", cried Kymber, grabbing
her friend's arm and guiding her to the chair.  "Try to relax - and don't
forget to breathe!" She dialed Dr.  Edwards' number.  "Hello?  Yes.  Dr. 
Edwards please; it's an emergency!" As she waited for the doctor to come on
line, Kymber patted her foot impatiently.

   "Hello, Dr.  Edwards?  This is Kymber Levin, a friend of Etienne
Williams.  Huh?  Yes, she's having contractions. . .  hold on." She covered
the mouthpiece and asked Eti, "How far apart?" Pain cut Eti's reply short
as another contraction wracked her body.  Gasping for breath, Eti held up
five fingers.

   "About five minutes apart!" she said.  "Okay..., okay..., right.  We're
on our way!" Kymber was hanging up the phone as Lorne burst through the
front door.

   "The car's out front!  What did the doctor say?" Lorne was excited,
breathing hard.

   "She'll meet us at the hospital," answered Kymber, all thoughts of
telling Lorne her news temporarily forgotten.  After retrieving Etienne's
bag from her room, they managed to get Eti into the car, having to stop
every couple of steps as another white-hot bolt of pain made its presence
felt.  Finally, they got underway for the hospital.  Kymber drove while
Lorne tried to comfort Eti.

   "Oh, Daddy," she cried.  "It hurts so badly!" Lorne was helpless, not
really knowing what to say.

   "Hang in there, Peaches," looking out the windshield.  "Kymber will have
us there in a couple of minutes."

   Etienne smiled weakly at her father and gave his hand a reassuring
squeeze.  Bravely, she said, "Hey, stop worrying.  You'll do just fine!"

   That got a wry smile from Lorne.  "I'm proud of you and I love you very
much," he said.  He felt the car suddenly decelerate.  Looking up, he saw
that they were at the hospital; Kymber had already shut off the engine and
was heading for the entrance, waving frantically at someone wearing a white
coat.

   As Lorne began the arduous task of helping Eti from the car, he could
see Kymber pointing in his direction and the white-coat's reaction,
grabbing a nearby wheelchair and running toward them.

   "Help is on the way, Peaches," he said, stepping aside for the orderly.
A pair of nurses had arrived with Kymber and immediately took charge of the
situation.  Placing a groaning Eti into the chair, the orderly and one
nurse hustled her off, while the remaining nurse sidled up to him.

   "Are you the father?" Taking him by the arm, the nurse continued.  "We
have to get some information while we get things ready."

   Lorne nodded numbly, not noticing the warning look Kymber was giving
him, as the nurse guided him through the maze of curious onlookers.

   Kymber followed, wanting to get to Lorne before he said something that
would get him into trouble, catching up with him as he sat at the nurse's
station answering questions.  She skidded to a halt just as the nurse was
again asking, "You're the father, right?" Lorne's mouth opened to speak and
Kymber jabbed him in the back with a finger, her eyes flashing.  Confused,
Lorne looked at Kymber then back at the nurse, realization dawning on him.

   "Well, I'm her father," he finally said, stressing the 'her' in his
answer.  The nurse, not understanding what was going on, shrugged before
returning to filling out the form.

   "Okay.  We can get the rest of this later; right now, we need to get you
scrubbed and into a gown." As he was whisked away, Lorne looked back at
Kymber helplessly.

   Part III, Chapter Eleven

   Eti looked around the cold, sterile room, watching the busy, yet
controlled activity taking place around her.  She was tired with the effort
of breathing and dealing with the pain which stabbed at her with increased
frequency.

   "Hi, there!  How are we doing?" Eti turned her head slowly, looking up
at the masked face of Dr.  Edwards.

   "You're just a tad bit early, but that's okay.  Now, I want you to relax
as much as you can - we've got some work ahead of us."

   Eti closed her eyes, feeling a little more confident knowing that the
doctor was there.  She grimaced, feeling unusually full.  Another intense
pain ripped through her, causing her breath to catch in her chest. 
Simultaneously, she was dimly aware of an incredible wet feeling that
suddenly appeared between her legs.

   "Water's broken," a disembodied voice was saying.

   Etienne was scared, feeling alone and helpless.  She could feel the
tears beginning to gather in her eyes when a strong hand took hers. 
Blinking away the blinding fluids, she looked up into her father's eyes. 
Although the mask hid his lower face, she could tell he was smiling.

   "How's it going?" he asked.

   "So far, so good." Eti knew that she could really relax now - the man
she loved was with her.  "You look like a doctor."

   Lorne laughed softly.  "I am a doctor, remember?" Eti grinned sheepishly
despite the now constant contractions.  "That's okay - you've got enough to
worry about.  Just relax." Lorne said as they motioned him to one side as
they continued to get Etienne ready.

   "Oh, God!" Eti screamed, the pain causing her to grip her father's hand
with an incredible strength, so tight Lorne winced with his own pain. 
Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Lorne heard Dr.  Edwards' calm
voice announce to the room they were ready to begin.

   "Okay, Etienne.  I know you want to push and I know it really hurts. 
However, you can't push yet, understand?"

   Eti nodded.  A contraction, more intense pain, followed by a split
second of labored breathing...

   * * *

   Kymber paced the waiting room for what might be the millionth time. 
Glancing at the clock, she realized only twenty minutes had gone by since
their arrival.  Many things were running around in her mind, concern for
Eti being the foremost.  Then there was a spot reserved for Lorne, who was
probably at his wit's end - it had been a very long time since he had
attended a delivery.  Finally, she had to think, in a little over eight
months from now, she would be in Etienne's place.

   A frown crossed her face as she thought for the first time if she could
be brave enough to endure the pain; most of all, she had her initial
thoughts about whether or not she really had what it took to be a mother.
Taking another glance at the clock, she dismissed the negative thoughts,
knowing that Eti would need all the positive support she could get.

   Part III, Chapter Twelve

   Perspiration ran freely down Etienne's face as she fought against the
pain of childbirth.  Through the haze of agony draped over her, she was
dimly aware of the voice around her: Her father offering words of
encouragement along with the maddening instructions to breathe - he should
try breathing under these conditions!  Also in the background was Dr. 
Edwards' voice, sounding for all the worlds like a play-by-play announcer
as she called out Eti's progress to anyone who cared to listen.

   "She's crowning," an unseen voice said as Eti struggled to catch her
breath.  She was so tired, so very tired.  For the last hundred years,
she'd been pushing and breathing, wishing that whatever was going to happen
would hurry up.

   "Okay, Eti, Lorne - this is it!", came Dr.  Edwards' calm voice.  "Give
it all you've got and...  PUSH!"

   Taking what felt to be her last deep breath, she pushed, the effort
contorting her face.

   "OH, DAMN!" she screamed as the baby's passing stretched her beyond
anything she'd ever experienced.  The curtain of darkness, once only
hovering above her, was beginning to fall upon her.

   "Good!  Good!" exclaimed Dr.  Edwards.  "The head is clear, here come
the shoulders...  That's it!"

   Just on the verge of passing out, Eti was aware of a great feeling of
emptiness as she heard the first cries of her child - and another sound she
couldn't identify.  Opening her eyes, she tried to look around but found
she couldn't focus on anything.

   "Clamp." A sound of metal hitting rubber, following by a clicking sound.
"Metzenbaum's."

   Tears of exhaustion flowed freely from her as Dr.  Edwards came into her
view.  "Congratulations, Eti!  It's a girl!", handing the blanket-wrapped
newborn into her arms.  Etienne looked into the tiny face as the tears
continued to fall.

   "Dad, look!", she called.  "She's beautiful!" Looking up and to her
right for her father, she saw that he wasn't there!  She felt a pang of
disappointment.  Surely, he couldn't have left!  Her voice was dry and
crackling as she asked the room in general, "Where's my father?"

   A nurse came and took the baby from her.  "Oh, he'll be okay.  He just
fainted.  Men!"

   Having removed the afterbirth and cleaned her up, they were rolling Eti
to the recovery room.  As the stretcher was passing through the door, Eti
caught a glance of her daughter being whisked away in a bassinet - and her
father sitting in a chair holding his head, while a green-garbed person
waved something under his nose.

   * * *

   Lorne had gotten over his initial worry and nervousness as he coached
his laboring daughter through the delivery.  The two of them had gotten
into a pattern: When Eti had to push, Lorne would call out words of
encouragement; when she relaxed, he would talk her through her breathing.
Upon hearing the announcement of the head appearing, he looked up at the
mirror suspended over the table - just in time to see the baby emerge, all
red and covered with goo.  Between the sight of his child being born and
Eti's cry of pain, it was too much for him.  The room suddenly tilted 90
degrees and he was having one hell of a time trying to breathe.  Alarmed,
he tried to stand...

   And found himself looking up at a sea of green-masked faces.  "What
happened," he thought?  "Why am I lying on the floor?" Confused, he allowed
himself to be helped off the floor and seated on a stool.  His head hurt
and he felt weird.  He was aware of a snapping sound, followed by an
eye-watering, breath-stopping smell as someone passed an ammonia capsule
under his nose.  Someone grabbed his hands as he tried to ward off the
hideous, acrid smell as his mind snapped back into focus.

   "Dr.  Williams?  How do you feel?"

   Blinking back the ammonia-induced tears, he said, "I'm okay, I think."
Experimentally, he took in a deep breath of the chilled air in the room,
noting how sweet it tasted.  "Yeah, I'm fine now.  Where's my daughter?"

   Since he was okay, the nurse tossed the spent capsule into a trash bin.
"Your daughter and granddaughter are both fine.  They're both in recovery.
You can see them in about 20 minutes." His legs still a little wobbly,
Lorne headed into the scrub room, where a nurse helped him out of his sweat
stained gown, cap and mask.

   * * *

   "Kymber!"

   At the sound of her name, Kymber looked up and saw Lorne crossing the
room toward her.  As he came closer, she could see that his face was ashen
and he was walking with a little difficulty.

   "Are you all right?", she asked.

   "Huh?  Oh, yeah, I'm okay."

   Kymber bit back her impatience as Lorne eased himself next to her. 
"Well?"

   Lorne looked at her, giving her a tired smile.  "It's a girl.  Mother
and child are doing quite well.  They tell me we can see them in a little
while."

   "Oh!  I'm so happy!" As she reached over to hug Lorne, her nose
wrinkled. "Ugh!  What's that smell?"

   Lorne sniffed and replied, "Ammonia.  Seems like I fainted." Kymber
suppressed a giggle.  "Come on, let's go see the new mommy!"

   Part III, Chapter Thirteen

   Etienne was sleeping when they entered the room.  Not wanting to disturb
her, they crossed to the large window that overlooked the nursery adjoining
the room.  Wrapped in lightweight - yet warm - pink blankets, the recently
born little girl dozed, her face alternating between tiny smiles and
frowning.

   Lorne took note of the coal-black thatch of hair atop her delicate
features, bringing back memories of the first time he'd seen Etienne. 
Kymber had been peeking around him to look at her "baby sister," when she
tapped Lorne on the arm.

   "Look," she said, pointing at a little card taped at the foot of the
bassinet.

   Lorne blinked back a sudden rush of tears as he read the name scrawled
on the card: 'Eleanor Darien Williams'.  Apparently, Etienne had named the
baby before falling asleep - and had named her new daughter after her late
mother.  He swallowed hard, trying to displace the lump which had appeared
there.

   Quietly, Kymber asked, "It was your wife's name, wasn't it?" Lorne could
only nod as he wrapped an arm around her.  Lost in their own thoughts, they
stood silently.

   A rustle caught Lorne's attention and he turned, finding Etienne awake
and yawning.  He went to her side, noting that she still looked tired and
worn and seeing a peaceful glow in her face.

   "You've seen her?", she asked, stifling another yawn.  "I named her
after Mom - I hope you don't mind." Lorne hugged her, feeling a tear
trickle down his cheek.

   "She's beautiful and, no, I don't mind at all.  You did well and I'm so
proud of you." Kymber joined father and daughter, taking her place in the
joyful embrace and planting a loving kiss on Eti's cheek.

   "She's going to break some hearts, that's for sure," she said.  A
playful glint flashing in her eyes, she said "It's a good thing she doesn't
look like her father!", causing Lorne to shoot her a warning glance.

   Extricating herself from their embrace, Eti stretched.  Now fully awake,
she turned to look at Kymber.  "Did you tell him?"

   Kymber sat up, suddenly quiet as she looked at her hands.  "No."

   "Why not?"

   Avoiding Eti's intense stare, Kymber looked out the window at the lazily
floating clouds.  "Well, there were other important things to deal with,
you know."

   During this exchange, Lorne looked from one woman to the other.  "Tell
me what?", he asked.  Exhausted from his ordeal in the delivery room and
still weak from having passed out, Lorne really wasn't in the mood for
cryptic conversation.

   Eti gave Kymber a taste of her own medicine.  "You gonna tell him or
should I?", clearly enjoying her friend's discomfort.

   Kymber knew when to give up.  She stood and walked around the bed to
where Lorne was sitting.  Taking his hand as she sat beside him, she locked
her green eyes on his chocolate-brown ones.  "Like Eti says, I have
something to tell you."

   "What!?", he said, barely able to contain his frustration.

   Kymber flinched at the sharp tone, but didn't take her eyes from his. 
"Well, it's just, um..." Her hesitancy made Lorne stand.

   "Will someone tell me what's going on here," he exclaimed?

   Eti was grinning from ear to ear.

   "What's so funny?"

   Gathering her courage, Kymber finally ended the mystery.  "You're gonna
have to go through this again," she blurted.

   For a moment which seemed frozen in time, Lorne wore a blank look of not
understanding.  Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened slightly.
"Again?  You mean...  ," Lorne sat in the chair next to the bed.

   "Yep, I'm pregnant." Kymber waited for something to happen.  She turned
to look at Etienne, who was drifting off to sleep again.  "I think he's..."
she began, but a loud thump interrupted her before she could finish,
startling Eti awake.

   "What the hell?" they asked together, looking down at the prone form of
Lorne Williams.

   "He fainted.  Again." Etienne reached for the call button and pressed
it. Kymber rolled her eyes.  "I guess he couldn't handle any more good
news," she said, smiling.

   As the nurse who'd arrived at Eti's summons attended to Lorne, Kymber
looked at Eti and said, "Things are going to get interesting around the
house now..."

   Part III, Chapter Fourteen

   Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the
next, emptiness.  Ellie Williams experienced all these sensations as the
hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She
held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but
yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.
Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing, adding their special
arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

   Ellie sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her
completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her
womb. The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable
sensation through her to be added to those already present.  The woman
added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips upward to
meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

   She could feel him growing thicker, his strokes coming harder and faster
and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her release claimed
her, flooding his tool with her sweet juices.  The man's face was drenched
with a sweat as his own orgasm caught up with him, growling low in his
throat as spurt after spurt of semen flowed into the warm dampness of her
body.

   Ellie could feel him soften just a bit as he continued to move against
her body, his strokes not as urgent now.  Breathing a sigh of contentment,
she wrapped her arms around his strong upper body, hugging him close as
they basked in the afterglow of sex.

   "Ellie?  Devon?  Where are you?"

   Another sigh, this one filled with a tinge of frustration.  "I guess
we'd better answer her, huh?", she asked her lover as he rolled from her.

   "Yeah - you know how your mother gets when she thinks we're ignoring
her." The man rose from the bed, giving Ellie a good look at his body.  She
smiled in appreciation at the firm buttocks that flowed into his strong
legs.  As he stepped into a pair of cutoff jeans, she got a glimpse of his
manhood, still semi-erect and glistening with their combined juices.

   "Come on, El!" her half-brother Devon said.  "We'd better not keep her
waiting."

   "Oh, all right," she said grumpily.  As she was getting dressed, Ellie
heard a knock on the door.

   "Ellie, are you and Devon in there?"

   "Yeah, Mom," she answered, tying the shirttails of her shirt into a
loose knot that left her trim stomach exposed.  "Come on in."

   Etienne stepped through the doorway and took in the scene before her. 
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything," she said while taking note of the
rumpled bedding.  Ellie's embarrassed look told her she had.

   Devon walked out of the small bathroom that connected his room with
Ellie's.  "Hi, Mom," he said.  He walked over to her and wrapped strong
arms around her while placing a wet kiss on her mouth.  Eti felt a surge of
excitement swiftly arc through her as his tongue flicked quickly into her
mouth.

   "What's up?"

   Shaking off the warm feeling the embrace imparted to her, she
straightened her blouse before saying, "Your father and mother," nodding at
Devon, "Will be here shortly and I thought you'd like to welcome them home
- with your clothes on."

   The two teenagers looked back at her with almost identical guilty looks.
Ellie, fair-skinned like Etienne, cast hazel-colored eyes at her mother
while Devon, lighter than Ellie but darker than Kymber, looked around the
room, the unusual brown/green color of his eyes giving him a haunting look.
Both children bore characteristics from their shared father as suggested by
their high cheekbones.

   Devon shook his head of reddish-brown hair.  "It's Ellie's fault," he
said, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

   "Me?," exclaimed his half-sister, turning her head so fast that her long
black hair wrapped itself around her mouth.  Removing the ebony strands
from her mouth, she said, "How did it get to be my fault?"

   "You looked so good.  I just had to have you!" Ellie rolled her eyes in
exasperation.

   "Okay kids, play nice," Etienne said, cutting off any further
"protests." She turned at the sound of the front door opening.  "They're
here!  Okay, let's go!"

   As the trio descended the stairs, Lorne and Kymber were coming through
the door, their hands full of luggage.  Devon skipped around the two women
to help his parents.  "Here, let me get that, Dad," taking the larger of
the bags.  Once inside, the elder Williams gratefully plopped into his
favorite chair.  Kymber joined him, sitting on one arm of the chair while
Eti occupied the other.  As he wrapped an arm around each woman, he took
stock of his life right now.

   At his right sat his daughter and mother of their daughter - Lorne had
to smile every time these thoughts entered his mind because you could go
crazy trying to keep straight.  At his left sat the mother of his only son
and, for the last year, his wife.  Sure, there was a major difference in
their ages; he was now 59 and Kymber 35 - but what did it matter when you
loved each other?

   He had been hesitant about marrying Kymber - after all, they had been in
their current relationship for years without being married and it hadn't
affected their happiness, so he didn't see any reason to change things. 
Kymber had been just as happy.  Etienne, on the other hand, felt it
necessary, if for no other reason than to maintain a presence of moral
"rightness" to the outside world.

   Lorne looked at his two children making themselves comfortable on the
sofa.  Since being born, Ellie and Devon had known nothing but love.  Under
the careful guidance of the trio of parents, they quickly and easily
accepted the incestuous nature of their family life.

   "Especially Ellie," Lorne thought to himself as he remembered Ellie's
surprising impatience in wanting to get her hands - and mouth - on her
brother.  Devon, on the other hand, was like most boys in his early years,
having a great disdain for the opposite sex.  As he remembered a particular
incident involving the siblings, he laughed out loud, drawing confused
looks from his assembled family.

   "What's so funny?", asked Ellie, noting that her father happened to be
looking at her when he started laughing.

   "Oh, nothing," he said.  "I was just thinking about the time you took
advantage of Devon."

   The object of their discussion blushed as everyone else remembered that
historic moment.

   Part III, Chapter Fifteen

   Ellie had been feeling pretty uncomfortable the last couple of hours. 
For reasons she didn't understand, she was having a hard time concentrating
on her homework and an even harder time sitting still, both unusual for
her. The answer to the simple math problem continued to evade her,
increasing her frustration.  Tossing her pencil aside, she crossed the room
to look out of her window.

   As she contemplated the clouds in the late Saturday afternoon skies, she
heard a noise coming from the bathroom she shared with her brother. 
Grateful for the distraction, she went to the bathroom and stuck her head
through the door.

   Her 13-year-old brother Devon was peeling off his dirt-covered jersey,
revealing his slim, muscular body.  Though she was older by nine months,
you couldn't tell by looking at him.  His involvement in sports,
particularly soccer, was doing a great job of toning and firming his body.

   "Hi, Dev," she called out.  "How was the game?"

   Devon tossed the jersey into the hamper and answered, "Not bad, El.  We
lost three to two, but it was a good game."

   He began to pull off the equally dirty shorts and socks, stopping to
start the water running in the shower.  He turned and looked at his sister.
"What have you been up to?", not in the least bit self-conscious about
standing in front of his sister clad only in an athletic supporter which,
Ellie noted, didn't do much to hide the impressive bulge of his
still-developing maleness.

   "Not much, just trying to get my homework done."

   "I know; I've still got mine to do," he said stepping into the shower.
They talked while he showered, stopping only to hand him the shampoo, As
she passed the bottle through the slit in the curtain, she got a good look
at his body.  The sight of the rivulets of water flowing off his young
frame increased her discomfort by a factor of two.  She felt a heat
building inside her, accompanied by a spreading dampness between her
shapely legs.

   "So this is what it feels like to be horny!" she thought, remembering a
conversation she had with her mother and aunt.  Ellie was so caught up in
this revelation that she never heard the water shut off.

   "El?"

   The sound of his voice startled her.  "Huh?"

   "I said, hand me a towel, will you?", he repeated, stepping from the
shower.

   Ellie couldn't take her eyes off his delicious-looking body.  Reaching
behind her, she grabbed a blue towel, embroidered with a stylized "W" - and
knocked over the container of shampoo, its contents dripping from the
dislodged cap.

   Slightly annoyed, Devon took the towel from her.  "What's with you? 
You're suddenly very clumsy."

   Ellie ignored the jibe and tried to focus her attention on cleaning up
the spilled liquid.  Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped up the thick,
pearly liquid.  Looking up to deposit the tissue in the wastebasket, she
noticed the sensual way Devon dried himself...

   Ellie blinked.  Sensual?  Where did that come from?  The heat inside her
had reached inferno proportions.  She was also aware of her skin tingling
and, of course, the ever present wetness between her legs.

   Devon finished drying himself and looked toward his sister, wondering if
something was wrong.  Normally graceful, she was having a hard time
standing up normally graceful, it seemed to him.  Shrugging, he placed the
towel around his neck and padded off into his room.  Forgetting his comb,
he came to an abrupt halt.

   Ellie walked right into him!

   "Hey!" he said, spinning around to face his sister.  About to ask what
her problem was, he stopped and took a closer look at his sibling.  Ellie
was staring at him, her eyes glazed.  To his untrained eyes, she looked
feverish - maybe she was sick or something?

   "Did you want something, Sis?" he offered helpfully, not even realizing
that he'd just opened a door for her.

   Ellie was dimly aware of his question, her eyes focused on the fleshy
tube of flesh which hung between his legs.  Absently, she licked her lips
as the strange new feelings invaded every pore of her being.  Somewhere
deep inside, a door opened; visions of untold pleasures tugged at her,
their siren song beckoning her to pass through.  Without a moment of
hesitation, she entered.

   "Sis?" Devon was really beginning to get worried.  He walked over to her
and placed his hands on her shoulders and saw she was shivering.  He gently
cupped her face in his hands and looked into her hazel eyes.  Although a
light sheen of perspiration covered her skin, she felt cool to his touch.
Confused, he said, "I'd better call Mom - she'll know what to do!"

   As he turned to pick up the phone, Ellie stopped him, grabbing his hands
with a grip that surprised him.  "Devon, you don't have to call anyone; I
think this is something you can take care of."

   Startled by the suddenly sultry voice, he took a nervous step backwards
as a voice inside him told him that something was about to happen.  As he
retreated, he tripped over the cleated shoe he had discarded a few minutes
ago.  He fell.  Ellie, still holding his hand, fell with him and brother
and sister ended in a heap on the deep pile of the carpet.

   Devon hit the floor hard; his sister's weight driving the air out of him
as she landed on top of him, the room spinning crazily as he tried to catch
his breath.  When opened his eyes, it surprised him to find himself
nose-to-nose with his sister, who was examining him closely.

   "W-what are you...  ?", he stammered as Ellie cut off his sentence,
placing her hot mouth on his.  His lips parted in surprise, allowing her
tongue to snake between them.  Devon was aware of the sounds of heaving
breathing, mixed with a scent he didn't recognize.

   Just a little past forever, Ellie broke the kiss, her passion now
coursing through her unimpeded.  She sat astride him, grinding her hips
against the bulge of manhood to relieve the insistent itch between her
legs. She looked into her brother's eyes and saw the mixed fear and
excitement in them as she slid her hands over his smooth chest.

   Devon took that moment to collect his thoughts.  His own body tingled in
response to Ellie's touch, feeling the hard, hot shaft of flesh rubbing
against the rough material of Ellie's shorts.  He tried to sit up, only to
have Ellie push him back down.  As Ellie leaned forward, her breasts
pressing into him, he could feel the heat of her body.  Devon heard his hot
sister moan as she ran her tongue under his jaw line, pausing at the spot
just behind his left ear.

   Although their father told him this time would come, nothing he had
learned prepared him for the intoxicating sensations he was feeling.

   Ellie's kisses on his neck and ears were tentative; she knew what to do,
having learned from her mother and aunt, but knowing and doing is two
different things.  As her passion grew, she found it harder to concentrate
on those things the older women had shown, finally letting instinct take
over.  Her tongue left a wet trail down the right side of his neck until
she reached his nipple, which she teased by flicking her tongue over the
sensitive surface.  She felt her young brother shiver and it encouraged
her. Breathing heavily, she kissed her way down his flat tummy until his
erection, bobbing wildly with every heartbeat, tapped her gently under her
chin.

   "Ellie, no..." Devon's protests were weak.

   "Shhh," she whispered, taking his cock gently in her hands.  Ellie
examined the beautifully shaped knob as it sat atop the moderately-thick
shaft, smiling when a large, clear drop of dew appeared at the tiny slit.
Slowly, she extended her tongue and allowed the droplet slide onto it.

   Devon felt paralyzed as he watched his sister's tongue disappear into
her mouth as she tasted him, her eyes closing.  His once-dormant passion
was now alive, growing with each passing second.

   "Mmmmm," Ellie moaned before drawing her hand upwards along the silky
smooth staff.  Another drop appeared - and quickly disappeared as she
lowered her mouth onto him.  Too much too fast, she gagged for a moment and
backed off until just the head remained.  Ellie's tongue gained a mind of
its own as it swirled around the ridges of the darkening head.

   Brightly colored lights exploded in Devon's head as his sister suckled
him.  "Ah, ah," he moaned as Ellie's head bobbed over him.  His eyes flew
open as he became aware of a powerful sensation that seemed to originate
from his toes.  Dimly, he knew it was related to the feeling he'd
experience when he masturbated - but this was 100 times stronger.  A
heartbeat - and the sun exploded into a nova inside his head.

   Ellie was in heaven, gobbling her brother's shaft with increasing
confidence, when she felt him stiffen and swell.  His body, which had been
thrashing wildly, went completely rigid.  She heard his breath catch
sharply - then Devon filled her mouth with a warm, sticky syrup.  Reflex
made her jerk her head back as the last spurts of his seed flowed from him,
collecting in a creamy pool.

   Devon was drowning in an ocean of intense feelings.  He lifted his head
in time to see Ellie's tongue licking the last drops of goo from full lips.

   "I...  don't...  feel so good." Devon was a jumble of conflicting nerve
impulses as he tried to speak.  His throat was horribly dry and there was
something wrong with his vision.  As he tried to collect himself, he saw
twin sisters removing their last piece of clothing.

   As Ellie's bra joined the rest of her clothing, she noted that her baby
brother was still quite hard and moved to position her virgin pussy above
the instrument of her deflowering.  She shivered in anticipation,
remembering the warnings given to her by her mother.  "It will hurt at
first," a voice whispered, "but it will pass." She grabbed the sperm-slick
shaft and rubbed it experimentally along her slit.  As the head passed
across her clit, a wondrous sensation flowed through her, making her knees
buckle slightly.  Using her free hand to steady herself, Ellie rubbed the
knob of his cock over her clit again, relishing the chills the action sent
through her.

   As his cock-head passed through the soft, dark strands of her pussy, the
sensation sent electric shocks through him, causing him to arch his back.
Another pass and his hips left the floor on their own accord...

   ...and the knob of his sex disappeared inside Ellie, stopping at her
maidenhead.  Ellie felt weak at that initial contact.  Gathering her
courage, she took a deep breath and sat hard on her brother's cock.  A
white-hot bolt of exquisite pain exploded through her as her hymen tore,
followed by the soothing warmth as her brother's rod imbedded itself inside
her.

   "Oh, God!", she cried as the warmth spread throughout her overheated
flesh, causing her nipples to get harder.

   Devon felt the incredible tightness of his sister's sheath, knowing all
the lessons he learned were becoming real.  Between the oral loving and
rupturing Ellie's cherry, his cock was very sensitive - a little too
sensitive, he learned as the tingling feeling returned.  His sac tightened
in preparation to unload its precious cargo.

   Ellie could feel his rod growing larger inside her and, rocking her
backside slightly, she felt his seed splash inside her, luxuriating in the
hot stickiness of it as it coated her.  She sighed in contentment; Ellie
knowing she could now recognize being horny and, just as important, what to
do about it!  She leaned forward and planted wet, loving kisses on Devon's
lips.

   "You okay?" she asked, with genuine concern.  Devon nodded, still
feeling the mind-numbing after effects of orgasm.

   "Well, now!  What do we have here?"

   Still joined and leaking steamy juices, brother and sister turned toward
the new voice - and found their parents standing just inside the room with
looks of amusement and love on their collective faces.

   Lorne looked at the two young lovers before turning his attention to Eti
and Kymber.  "Looks like someone couldn't wait until we had our little talk
this evening, eh?"

   Ellie climbed off Devon's prone form, his member exiting her with an
obscene sucking sound before coming to rest against his stomach. 
Surprisingly, there wasn't a trace of the blood her mother told her might
be present.  She reached down, offering Devon her hand and helped him stand
before crossing to the still-smiling adults.

   "How long were you standing there?", she asked.

   Eti looked at her daughter and found it hard to hide the smile
threatening to take over her features.  "Long enough," she said.

   "We saw everything after he spilled into your mouth," added Kymber. 
"Impressive."

   Devon came out of the bathroom after cleansing himself of the fruits of
their love.  "I suppose you were going to tell us not to, ah, explore the
possibilities with each other."

   "On the contrary, son," responded Lorne.  "We were going to ask why you
hadn't and remind you there's no shame in expressing your love for each
other in this manner." He chuckled.  "But it looks like you figured that
one out already!"

   Ellie returned from cleaning up just in time to hear her father's last
words.  "So, it really is okay?", she asked hopefully.

   Kymber took up the question.  "Sure it is honey!  In fact, since you've
gotten this far, things will be much better!"

   Parents and children stood looking at each other before coming together
for a big, love-filled hug.

   Part III, Chapter Sixteen

   Devon stretched out across the bed, lost in thought.  He pondered how
his life had changed, especially since coming to terms with the incestuous
relationship he shared with the rest of his family.

   Not that he thought there was anything wrong with the way they were
living, mind you.  Compared to the way some of his friends at school lived,
he had it made.  His parents were understanding, supportive and loving. 
Sure, they had their moments - what family with teenagers didn't?  However,
he had learned the love they shared with each other made those situations
far and few between.

   Devon thought about his relationship with Ellie, whom he saw as more
than just his sister - they'd always been friends and were energetic
lovers. A smile spread across his face as he thought about all the times
they had made love.

   He more than understood the relationship between Lorne, Kymber and
Etienne; again, he saw nothing wrong with the situation, being taught that
love is love.  Nodding to himself, he remembered his aunt telling him it
made sense: those people closest to them should love people as completely
as possible - and that it shouldn't have limitations placed on it.

   There was something on his mind, though.  For the last year or so, he
had been dying to put all the theories he'd learned over the years to the
test.  Not being as outgoing as his sister, Devon often balked at
approaching his mother and/or aunt and asking to make love with them - and
it wasn't because they would reject him.

   What concerned the young man was his feeling of not being equal to the
task when it came down to making love with the older women.  He frowned,
knowing that it didn't matter if he were good or not; just being able to
show his love for them was proof enough.  "What am I afraid of?" he asked
himself.  "Man.  You couldn't have it any better than this!"

   Thinking that perhaps he should ask Ellie's advice on this one, he
crossed the room to their shared bathroom.  Since he didn't want to be
disturbed, the door on his side was closed.  Opening the door, he stepped
through the threshold.

   Still lost in thought, he entered Ellie's room.  Upon hearing a giggle
he looked up, stopping dead in his tracks, discovering Ellie wasn't alone.

   "Mmmm," moaned the sexy voice that belonged to Ellie.  "Harder, do it
harder!"

   Devon's eyes looked toward his sister and saw the dreamy look in her
eyes as her tongue moved sensuously across her lips.  One hand was busy
kneading a bare breast, while the other was entangled in a thatch of
familiar red hair.  He stood transfixed as his mother, positioned between
Ellie's upraised legs, slowly lapped at the younger woman's pussy.

   Not wanting to intrude, he turned to leave - and stopped.  He returned
his gaze to the scene before him, noting how inviting Kymber's upturned
bottom looked.  With her legs spread slightly, he could see the folds of
her femininity, the flame red hairs obviously damp with moisture.  Devon's
cock, which had been stirring since first entering the room, was now at
full attention, throbbing against his body.

   Devon's heart froze in his chest as Ellie opened one hazel eye and
spotted him.  She smiled at him and, upon freeing a hand from her aunt's
auburn tresses, pointed at the upturned globes of his mother's ass.  Then
she placed a finger against her lips, the sign he should be quiet.

   Now completely thawed, Dev's heart began pounding in his chest - talk
about getting what you asked for!  He removed his shirt, feeling his
nipples harden in the air-conditioned room.  Next, he stepped from the
restricting material of his shorts, his manhood springing free.  Ellie
moaned at the sight while giving him the 'OK' sign before pointing toward
the juicy offering.

   Her back turned to the approaching youth, Kymber was unaware of what was
about to happen, completely focused on Ellie's clitoris and inner labia, on
which she lavished wet kisses.  She loved the musky, salty taste of her
young niece as flicked her tongue hard against the sensitive bud of her
clit.  The heat of her own sex was intense, needing some attention and she
arched her back and spread her legs wider, causing her enticing bottom to
raise higher, exposing more of her juicy interior.

   Kymber was concentrating hard on keeping up with the youngster's
squirming bottom as a spray of love juices splashed onto her tongue, never
realizing things were about to get much more interesting!

   The redheaded beauty gasped as she felt a moist tongue penetrate her
sex, plunging easily into her well-lubricated slit.  Startled, she
instinctively tried to rise - only to be held in place by Ellie who had
timed Devon's approach - trapping Kymber's head between her silky thighs.

   As Devon's tongue explored his mother's pink sheath, he savored the
surprisingly sweet taste of her flesh, sucking on the delicate inner lips.
Using his hands to spread Kymber's buttocks, he exposed more of the
flame-encased oyster of her pussy, sliding his tongue from the quivering
entrance to the tip of her blood-engorged clit and back.  He repeated the
stroke and was encouraged to feel his mother wiggle her lovely bottom
against his face.

   With a lusty moan, he captured her clit and sucked as if his life
depended on it.  Kymber thrashed against the onslaught, her face smashing
into Ellie's mound - which caused the young woman to fall into another
orgasm, coating Kymber's face with woman stuff.

   Exhausted, Ellie managed to slide from under the groaning adult.  Kymber
tried again to escape, but Ellie grabbed her arms and held them.  Despite
this, the feverish redhead managed to twist slightly, making Devon lose his
grip on her clit.  With a grunt, he took her legs and crossed them.  With a
gentle tug, he caused his mother to turn over onto her back.

   Ellie, seeing the maneuver, released Kymber's arms just long enough for
the woman to be turned before taking possession of them again.  "Do her,"
she hissed.  "Love her till she can't stand any more!" Without releasing
her grip, she positioned herself so that she could take advantage of their
"prisoner," sucking a hard nipple into her mouth.

   The many sensations assaulted Kymber.  While Ellie trapped her hands,
Devon held her legs open with his strong hands, and Ellie lay across her
sweating body, sucking and licking her breasts and nipples.  She didn't
know who was between her legs, destroying her sanity.  An orgasm sneaked up
on her, adding its ferocious effects to the others, sending her crashing
into the wave.  In rapid succession, she experienced two more orgasms, each
stronger that the other.

   "Oh, God," she hissed.  "More!  More!"

   Devon was beyond hearing, beyond understanding.  His lust was in total
control, driving him to eat at her flesh.  His tongue flicked down to the
tight buttonhole of her ass.  As he flicked it across the wrinkled surface
of her backdoor, he used the tip of his nose to keep her on the edge. 
Devon teased his sexy mother for a few moments more, unable to deny his own
release any longer.

   Kymber was lost in the throes of passion when she felt the tongue
withdraw.  The ripping sensation of a hard, thick penis penetrating her
dripping folds quickly replaced any disappointment she felt.  As the
invading cock embedded itself into her, she immediately knew the identity
of her 'assailant'.  Opening her eyes, she looked backwards into Devon's
face.  Pleasure filled it with lust and contorted with exertion as he
plunged into her with deep, fast strokes.

   "Devon, honey," she panted.  "Slowly!"

   "Don't listen to her, Dev," laughed Ellie.  "Give it to her good!"

   Devon lifted his mother's legs higher, settling into a good rhythm,
rocking her body with each savage thrust.

   "Yes!  That's it, baby brother!" shouted a gleeful Ellie as she fingered
herself.  "Do her!  Do her!"

   Kymber shook under the sexual onslaught as her son drove into her.  A
part of her mind calmly noticed his cock was just as thick as his father's,
if not as long.  However, Devon had the advantage of being years younger.
What he lacked in experience, Devon made up with enthusiasm.  Kymber shoved
the moment of introspection into a mental corner, having it replaced with
the beginnings of an orgasmic wave front.  The wave crested and slammed
into her, coruscating along her nervous system, spreading like a wildfire.

   Devon felt his mother's sheath contract around him as she burned in the
climatic fires he'd generated in her.  He wallowed in the luxurious feel of
her body and knew that his love for her was now complete and fulfilling. 
Devon had been doing all he could to hold back his own orgasm, wanting the
moment to go on forever.  His relative lack of experience, combine with the
almost indescribable feel of being deep inside his own mother, was enough
to send him over the edge.  Hot blood filled and stretched his cock, making
a snug seal against the velvety walls of Kymber's vagina as he spilled into
her.

   "Aaaahhh!" Devon's body shook with the effort of filling his mother with
love.

   Kymber felt the first spurts splash hot against the entrance of her
womb. "Oh, yes!  YES!  Fill me, Devon!  Fill me with your love, baby!"

   Devon collapsed onto the hot softness of his mother's body as the final
spurts of semen flowed into her.  Kymber wrapped her arms around her son
and kissed him.  Ellie joined the spent lovers.

   "Wow, Dev," she said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.  "That was
really something!" Weakly, Devon smiled at Ellie.

   "I didn't mean to interrupt," he began.  "But, Mom, when I saw you and
El like that, I just had to jump in!"

   Running her fingers through his damp hair, Kymber returned his smile. 
"That's okay, hon.  It was about time you and I got together!"

   Kymber lay between Devon and Ellie, feeling the love flowing between
them.  Not only did she feel closer to them physically but, like Devon, she
felt complete emotionally.  As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what
would happen if the whole family joined the party...

   Part III, Chapter Seventeen

   "What are you thinking about, Dad?"

   Lorne looked up at Etienne's voice as she curled up next to him on the
sofa.  "Oh, hi, Peaches." He shifted his position, allowing Eti to put her
head in his lap.  "I wasn't thinking about anything really important.  I
was just wondering where the family is going."

   Eti looked up at him.  "Going?  I don't understand."

   Lorne ran a finger gently along the ridge of Etienne's nose.  "Our
future.  Where do we go from here?"

   Eti was thoughtful.  "We've known love and togetherness for years now.
The children couldn't be any more happy.  I'm happy and so are you and
Kymber.  What more can there be?"

   Lorne nodded in agreement.  "That's just what I was wondering myself."
He looked out the large plate glass window, watching as Ellie and Devon
played in the pool.  Glancing a bit to his right, Kymber was sunning
herself, her red hair standing out against the deep tan on which she'd been
working.  Even from where he sat, Lorne could see the strands of silver
which were beginning to appear.

   "We've done all right for ourselves, haven't we?"

   Eti opened one eye at his question.  "We have, indeed." Turning to face
him, she asked, "Dad, what are you worried about?"

   "Devon and Eleanor.  What effect has our lifestyle had on them?"

   "I've never seen a brother and sister so close.  They're lovers and,
more important, they're great friends."

   "This is true," Lorne allowed.

   "So, what's the problem?"

   "Well, they're growing up.  Soon, they will have to think about finding
their own paths."

   "Ah, I see.  You're wondering if they'll keep up the family tradition'!"

   "Yes!  That's it!"

   "Dad, if you know that the children will have to find their own way in
life, then you also know it will be their choice."

   Of course, Lorne was all too aware of this.  "We've learned if you're
going to love one another, there should be no barriers.  We've eliminated
guilt from their lives.  No, misconceptions, no lies - just love."

   "Don't you think they know that?" Etienne looked at the scene taking
place in the yard.  Stretched out on a chaise, Ellie was applying sun
screen to Devon's back as he talked to his mother.  She waved to Devon to
get his attention.  When he looked up, she pointed at Kymber.  Devon
reached over and tapped his mother on the leg and pointed toward the house.
Kymber followed his finger and Eti waved for her to come in.

   "What's up?" she asked as she closed the sliding door.

   "Somebody's worried about the kids," Eti replied, jerking a thumb in
Lorne's direction.

   "Again?  Honey, I though we talked about this last night?"

   Etienne looked at her father, surprised.  "You did?" Lorne's only answer
was a shrug.

   Eti got up and went to the patio door.  "Dev?  El?  Would you please
come in for a moment?"

   The two teenagers exchanged glances.  "Sure, Mom," answered Ellie.  Once
inside, Eti gestured for them to join the adults in the family room.

   "Is there something wrong?" asked Devon.

   Without preamble, Eti said "Your father is concerned about your
futures." Ellie and Devon both looked at Lorne, who just threw up his
hands.

   "This isn't a big deal!" he protested.  "I was just thinking!"

   "So, what is he worried about?"

   Eti brought the siblings up to speed with Kymber filling in the blanks.
Brother and sister sat thinking for a long moment before speaking.  Devon
let Ellie speak first.

   "I can understand why you're worried, Dad.  I think I speak for both of
us when I say we won't forget the lessons you've taught us."

   Devon nodded.  "If all we've ever learned was how important love is in a
family, would it be wrong of us not to pass along this knowledge?"

   "In order for you to share your knowledge, you have to have someone to
share it with!  You two spend more time with each other than you do with
anyone else!" Lorne felt a bit exasperated.  Eti placed a hand on his
shoulder tenderly.

   "True," answered Devon.  "Ellie and I love each other!  Why does that
surprise you?"

   Ellie took up the challenge.  "Isn't this what you and Mom and Kymber
has been telling us all these years?  For us to love each other?"

   Kymber spoke.  "That much is true; I guess your father didn't figure on
you two choosing not to have boyfriends and girlfriends."

   Devon laughed and reached over to hug his sister.  "Mom, there isn't
anyone else I'd rather be with than El.  We understand each other,
especially when one of us isn't feeling well."

   Ellie returned the hug with equal affection.  "As a lover, no one
understands my needs better than Dev.  Oh, and you, Dad."

   Lorne waved off the explanation.  "I knew what you meant, dear.  I just
wanted to be sure you were still happy with things, that's all."

   Kymber stood and stretched.  "Well, we've settled this.  Now, how about
we get changed and go out to dinner?  My treat!"

   As everyone got up, Devon and Ellie pulled Etienne over to one side. 
Lorne noticed they were excited about something, although he couldn't hear
the whispered conversation.  As he locked the patio door, he heard Eti say,
"Really?  Hey, Kymmie - you gotta hear this!" Lorne returned to the family
room in time to see Ellie hand something to Kymber.  Kymber stared at the
object in her hand before looking at Devon and Ellie in turn.

   "Come on, break it up!" Lorne said while clapping his hands.  "Go get
changed and let's eat - I'm starving!"

   "Be ready in a minute, Dad." Devon turned and ascended the staircase,
with Ellie right behind him playfully grabbing at his backside.

   Kymber handed him the object and headed for the stairs.  "What's this?"
he asked.  Eti made a beeline for the front door.

   From the top of the stairs, Kymber said, "Ellie's pregnancy test
results."

   Lorne felt a peculiar chill flow through him as he turned the bit of
plastic over.  Bright blue.

   Out of sight in the upper hallway, Ellie looked at Kymber.  "Do you
think he looked at it?" The trio heard a muffled thump.  Kymber peered down
the stairs and spotted the prone form of her husband.

   "Yeah, he saw it all right!" She turned to her son.  "Congratulations,
Dev."
ETIENNE: LEARNING TO LOVE

   Part IV, Chapter One

   Devon Williams paced the room like a caged animal, deep in thought,
waiting for his parents to return from their outing.  He stopped and looked
out the window as if searching for the answer to some unknown question
before continuing his frenetic motion.

   His sister, Ellie, watched from her place on the sofa, her hands
absently rubbing the round swelling in her abdomen.  "I don't know what
you're worried about," she said.  "Dad is reasonable and he shouldn't find
your proposal unusual."

   Devon stopped his pacing to look at his pregnant sister, feeling first
the love he had for her before experiencing a moment of frustration. 
"Yeah, I know.  I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to approach it
with him."

   Ellie's eyes rolled heavenward as she shook her head.  "Just tell him
what's on your mind, silly!  That's the easiest way to go about it."

   "Hah!  Easy for you to say." The young man continued pacing the room.

   Ellie continued to watch her brother and father of her child prowl the
room for a few more minutes before getting up to intercept him, grunting
with the effort.  At seven months, moving around had taken on a different
meaning.  As she stood, the baby shifted position and spent a few queasy
moments getting comfortable.  She caught up to him and took his hand.

   "Dev?"

   "Ellie?"

   "I can think of something you can do more productively than walking a
hole in the carpet."

   Smiling, Devon said, "I'm sure you can!  What's on your horny mind this
time?"

   Returning his smile with one of her own, Ellie placed his hand on her
breast, filled with milk for their unborn child.  "What's on my mind is
lust, my dear brother.  I'm not one to complain, but you've been shirking
your duties here lately."

   Devon looked into Ellie's expectant face then looked down at her
stomach. Ellie followed his glance.

   "Oh, don't let that stop you!  I suppose you're thinking loving me will
harm the little one?" Devon nodded.

   "Well, don't.  He or she is quite safe, more than I can say for you."
Ellie reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling his cock stirring. 
Before he could utter a word in protest, Ellie covered his mouth with hers,
forcing her tongue into his mouth.  Reflex took over as Devon responded to
the kiss, returning it with equal passion.

   "Wanna go upstairs?" he asked as their lips parted.

   "No.  Take me right here, right now!" Ellie began unfastening his pants
as Devon nibbled at her neck and ears.  "Ooh, now you're getting the right
idea!"

   Devon grunted a reply as he stepped out of his pants, nearly losing his
balance as Ellie tugged at his briefs, finally freeing his swelling member.
Ellie stepped back from their embrace and removed her own constricting
clothing as Devon removed his T-shirt, adding it to the pile at their feet.

   Gingerly, Ellie knelt before Devon and ran her tongue along the
underside of his shaft, making her brother sway slightly.  "Mm, tasty," she
cooed as she took him into her mouth and sucked gently on the tip.  Filling
both hands with his firm buttocks, she tongued the crown with quick,
teasing movements, losing herself in the pleasure.

   Devon rocked slightly as Ellie filled her mouth with more of his rigid
shaft, his knees buckling as the pleasure intensified.  Her mouth as warm
and moist against him as she licked his sac, sucking each testicle gently
into her mouth and covering them generously with saliva.  "I could just eat
you alive," she said, looking up at his ecstasy-filled face while stroking
him with her hand.

   Devon knelt in front of her and kissed her deeply, relishing his salty
taste on her lips before lowering his head to a swollen nipple.  His tongue
teased the erect flesh, drawing lazy circles around the darkened areola
while his hand cupped the fleshy pendant of breast.  Capturing the nipple,
he sucked hard, greedily slurping down his reward of warm milk.

   "Ow!  Not so hard!" Ellie protested.  She cradled his head and held him
close as he suckled her, feeling strangely content and more excited.

   "Sorry," he whispered.  "It just tastes so damn good." He repeated his
attack on her other nipple, lest it started to feel neglected.  The warm
milk splashing into his mouth heightened his arousal while reminding him of
the time he spent at his mother's breast.  With his thirst slaked, he eased
his sister onto her back, now in search of something more potent to partake
of.

   Ellie spread her legs - not an easy task - to allow her brother access
to her damp center, catching the musky, heady scent of her sex.  As Devon
mouth met her swollen labia, she couldn't keep from thinking of the thrills
he was about to give her.  If Devon had one strong suit, other than his
incredible stamina, it was his ability to knock her senseless with his
mouth and tongue on her pussy.  He just seemed to know every nook and
cranny and every ultra-sensitive spot.  She shuddered, feeling the rasp of
his tongue against her inner lips, probing her defenses momentarily before
stiffening and plunging into her inner folds.

   Devon placed his hands under Ellie, lifting her to his mouth.  As his
tongue penetrated her, he could feel the slick juices smearing themselves
against his face.  He probed her deeply and slowly, enjoying the sensory
show of taste, feel, and smell.  Hot and pungent, he tasted her sex,
feeling the tremors which ran against his invading tongue.

   Ellie experienced a moment of disappointment as his tongue exited her
sheath, but not for long.  She inhaled sharply as he sucked her clitoris
into his eager mouth.  "Oh, baby!  Yes!  Ooh, I just love it!" Ellie moved
against him as he lapped her juices, knowing he wouldn't stop until...

   The orgasmic tide swept over her without the usual warnings.  One moment
she was warm and content, working her heated love furiously to keep up with
his blistering pace.  The next moment found her suddenly caught in an
explosion of ecstatic bliss.  Ellie squirted jet after jet of tangy fluid
into his mouth as she thrust savagely against his face.

   Devon bore the orgasmic onslaught as he fought to keep up with the
stinging jets of love juices, now spilling from his mouth and flowing down
his already slick chin.  Giving his sister a few more licks for good
measure, he rose and turned the helpless woman onto her knees.  Before
using his own knees as a wedge to spread her, Devon reached over and
grabbed a handful of discarded clothing and placed them under her swollen
belly.  That done, he impaled her onto his turgid shaft with one long,
slow, careful thrust.  Feeling Ellie's puffy inner sheath close around his
prick, he sighed.  "Oh, this feels so good."

   Ellie could only respond with a moan as her brother penetrated her
deeply, adding to the full feeling already present.  With her head propped
on her arms, she gave in to his urgent thrusts, each rocking her.  She
loved the way he spread her sex wide, loved the feel of the ridges of veins
which ran along the moderately thick shaft of his penis.  Ellie felt the
knob of his cock bump against her womb carefully.  It wasn't painful -
Devon knew better than to allow himself to get carried away.  It only
served to remind her that his pleasure was hers - and oh, how he was
pleasing her!

   Devon could feel his cock growing larger inside Ellie, knowing it
wouldn't be long before he released his own love into her.  "Oh, shit," he
exclaimed, his eyes growing wide with wonder as he ejaculated, pumping his
white stickiness into her steamy center.  The initial shock wave slammed
into him as his hips ground into her.

   "Umm, that's right my love.  I want it all!" Ellie felt him flooding her
with his love and flexed her inner muscles to milk out every drop. 
Exhausted, Devon withdrew from Ellie's fleshy prison, feeling the
pain/pleasure as her walls scraped along the now-tender shaft of his
maleness.  He helped his sister turn onto her side before sitting next to
her.

   "You know, Sis, you were right.  That was much more fun than pacing and
worrying."

   "Worrying about what?" came a new voice.  As Ellie propped herself on
one elbow, Devon turned toward the sound.

   Seated on the sofa, Lorne looked at his children, barely able to hide
his amusement.  Seated at either side of him, Etienne and Kymber had
matched looks of happiness.  Devon stood and crossed the short distance
between his other family members.

   "Dad, Mom.  Aunt Eti.  It's good to have you home."

   Bending to kiss his mother and aunt, both women could savor the taste of
lust still on his lips.  He knelt before his father, acknowledging him with
a solemn nod of his head.  After a moment, Ellie joined him.

   Lorne felt strangely king-like at this display of fealty; his queens' at
his side while the prince and princess supplicated themselves before him.
"I trust all is well," he said, shaking off the odd feeling.  "At least, it
looked like everything is still working."

   Both offspring blushed.  "As usual, it was Ellie's fault," Devon
responded.

   Ellie took the bait.  "It's always my fault!  I can't help it if he's
good at what he does!"

   Eti and Kymber looked at each other, their smiles widening.  "They do
look quite good together, don't they?" quipped Kymber.

   "They do seem to, ah, fit each other perfectly," added Etienne.

   Lorne laughed.  "They do at that!" He playfully tapped Devon on the jaw.
"A chip off the old block, I think."

   Both Ellie and Devon basked in the love their parents had for them. 
Ellie poked Devon with an elbow.  "Now is a good time."

   "It is not!", Devon protested.  "It can wait.  They just got in."

   Lorne looked from one to the other.  "What is it a good time for and why
can it wait?  You know the rules, kids; if there's something that has to be
discussed, there's no time like now to do it."

   When Devon hesitated, Ellie poked him harder.  Devon winced.  "Okay,
okay!  Stop poking me!"

   "Dad, I need to talk to you about something." Looking at his sister,
aunt and mother, he added, "Alone, if possible."

   "We've never had any secrets between us, son," Lorne said with a small
frown.

   "Oh, I don't have anything to hide, but, shit, it's sort of a 'guy'
thing."

   Kymber and Etienne stood, going over to Ellie to help her stand.  "Okay,
guys, we can take a hint.  Come on, El, let's get this mess cleaned up and
go do our 'woman' thing and leave the men-folk to their business!"

   Both men looked at the departing women, shaking their heads in unison.
"I don't know about them sometime," remarked Devon.

   "Me either," added his father.  Looking back at his son, he asked,
"Would you like to talk here or somewhere else?"

   Devon looked around the room before saying, "Can we talk in your study?"

   "Sure.  You wanna put something on?"

   "No.  Besides, they took my clothes with them."

   Shrugging, Lorne rose and led his son to the study.  As they entered the
room, Devon took a moment to examine the added-on room's furnishings,
noting how they reflected his father's tastes.  Lorne motioned to the small
sofa and they sat.

   "So!  What's on your mind, son?"

   Devon thought for a moment before answering.  "You know I have nothing
but love and respect for you, right?"

   Lorne nodded in agreement, but didn't rush the younger man.

   "Then you also know I fully support the way we live our lives together."
Another nod.

   "In that case, would you mind answering a question for me?"

   "Not at all," Lorne answered, wondering where this conversation was
headed.

   "You've said we should - and could - openly show our love for each
other. There's no bad feeling between us if I'm making love to Mom or
Etienne or even El."

   "This is true.  What's your question?"

   Devon shifted nervously against the leather-covered mini-sofa.  "My
question is, well, why haven't you and I done the same for each other?"

   Startled, Lorne's mouth opened as if to answer, only to be cut off by
Devon's upraised hand.

   "I've wanted to make love with you for a very long time and I was
wondering if there was some reason we haven't."

   Lorne sat in stunned silence, his head swimming.  The question hit him
like a ton of bricks, leaving him with a numb feeling.  "I...  I never
thought. . ."

   Devon cast an apologetic look in Lorne's direction.  "Dad, don't let it
bother you too much; there was no way for you to know.  I've been debating
it for a long time and, finally, I've gotten around to asking."

   He swallowed before adding, "I don't expect anything to come of this,
but I had to ask."

   Finished, Devon sat back and enjoyed the feeling of relief washing over
him.  In posing the question to his sire, a great weight had been lifted
from him.

   Lorne looked at his son, taking note of the calm etched on his face,
wishing he felt what Devon was feeling.  Finally, he found his voice.

   "Son, I have to be honest with you.  It never crossed my mind.  We've
always said things should happen on their own and, damn, up till now, it's
never happened."

   "Doesn't mean I never wanted it to happen."

   "True enough.  Clearly, you have me at a disadvantage."

   "I know; I should have made my feelings known before now and I accept
responsibility for not doing so."

   "Dev, it's not about accepting responsibility!  It's about being happy
with each other!  To tell the truth, I'm flattered to know you have these
feelings for me."

   Devon visibly relaxed and looked into his father's eyes.  In them, he
saw nothing but love and honesty.  "Can I offer more explanation?"

   "Please," Lorne urged, now becoming intrigued.

   "Remember, oh, a few weeks ago, when you and Mom were in the pool? 
Well, I was in my room listening to music when I saw you two going at it."

   Lorne felt a flush of excitement as he recalled the day.  He had taken
Kymber right there in the pool, the sun-warmed waters adding myriad
sensations to a particularly lust-filled moment.

   Since he remembered, Devon continued.  "When you climbed out of the
pool, I got a good look at you and knew I had to have you." A small
chuckle, followed by, "Seeing you naked and still a little hard got me
really excited, so much I had to, ahem, take matters into my own hand."

   "When Mom got out and started sucking you, I was wondering what it would
feel like to have you in my mouth." Devon's voice took on a dreamlike
quality.  "Years of frustration came to the front as she did you and I
watched, doing myself.  I was so hot watching you two together - you guys
always did excite me - and I decided to say something about it."

   It did not surprise Lorne to know Devon watched them while they made
love.  Wasn't the first time nor likely to be the last.  He was surprised,
however, to learn he was the object of Devon's love.

   "Still, Dad, you gotta know I haven't given up on Mom and the others.  I
might be hornier than the average son, but I'm not crazy!"

   Lorne felt a strange combination of excitement, pride, and
embarrassment. His mind flashed back to the night of the party and he
remembered feeling Geoff's steely member invading his then-virgin backside.
In retrospect, he supposed it wasn't all that bad, but alcohol and lust
always produced some interesting results.

   Looking back at his naked son, he had to notice the younger man's cock
resting in the crease created by the joining of thigh and abdomen, covered
by the dried secretions left behind from his romp with Ellie.

   "Son, I don't know what to say," he finally said.  "I more than
appreciate your interest and I have to admit it could be interesting."

   Devon relaxed, his fear of being rejected passing over him.  "I'm glad
you understand, Dad.  Like I said, you've taught us to love each other
without exception and, well, I feel our time has come."

   Lorne took a deep breath and knew the truth of Devon's words.  "Yes,
you're quite right.  As a family, we have to experience love totally or not
at all." In his mind, a switch tripped over, completing a connection and he
knew what he had to do.  Reaching across the short distance between them,
Lorne took Devon's hand.  "Stand up."

   Devon rose and Lorne guided him until the younger man faced him.  As
Lorne drew his son closer, he felt a tingle of excitement at crossing
another checkpoint in his life.  His eyes took in the sight of Devon's
maleness, watching it stir as it filled with blood.  Without a second
thought, he took the rounded knob of Devon's cock between his lips.

   In truth, Lorne had never done this before and the tactile sensations at
this first contact assaulted his senses.  Tangy with dried juices and silky
smooth despite the rapid hardening taking place, Lorne took more of his
son's flesh into his mouth, twirling his tongue along the shaft.

   Devon sighed as more of his cock disappeared into his father's mouth. 
It felt so right, so complete.  He reached down and gently caressed his
father's face, feeling the bulge in his cheeks.

   Lorne experienced a moment of panic as the swollen head of Devon's shaft
made its way into his throat, causing him to gag.  He backed off and the
choking feeling vanished, allowing him to lavish much needed attention to
the bulbous head and thick shaft.  He sucked noisily, getting into the
passion of the moment.  Withdrawing until only the head remained, Lorne
sucked hard on the spongy flesh and ran his tongue along the underside of
the crown.

   Devon shuddered and his knees buckled slightly.  He felt strong hands on
his buttocks supporting him.  His cock was still a bit tender; the pain and
pleasure changing places from one moment to the next.  This was everything
he had ever hoped for...

   Lost in the new sensations, Lorne grew bolder, taking Devon's pulsing
member deep into his throat.  He ignored his gag reflex as his nose nestled
against the curly pubic hairs of Devon's pelvis.  His hands gently massaged
the tight sac of the younger man's testes and he wondered why he'd never
done this before!  His own cock strained against his body as he repeated
the motion, savoring the delicious feel which pleased something deep inside
him.

   It wasn't long before Devon's shaft grew thicker, the ripples running
along the shaft signaling his impending release of sperm.  "Oh, Dad, yes.
I'm gonna do it!  I'm gonna..."

   Lorne wisely withdrew back to the head of Devon's cock as the first
spurts of cream flowed into his mouth.  Devon's body convulsed as he pumped
love into his mouth, thick and hot.  The salty taste surprised him - but he
drank from Devon's fountain just the same until Lorne consumed the last
drop.

   Lorne sat back, breathing hard, his mind was a swirling mass of
emotions. "Wow," he thought.  "That was really something!" Devon was down
on one knee trying to shake the fuzzy feeling from his head left by his
orgasm.  Lorne smiled as the young man's body continued to tremble as the
intense feeling ran its course.  The elder Williams felt the soothing peace
mixed in with his own need for release.

   "Not bad for a rookie, huh?"

   Devon raised his head and tried to focus his eyes on the smiling face in
front of him.  "I'll say!  That was. . .  wow!" Devon's words trailed off
as a stray convulsion ripped through his body, leaving him feeling
lightheaded.  Still feeling a bit dizzy, he knelt before Lorne and released
the turgid flesh trapped inside.  Free of the confining material, Lorne's
cock sprang forward, a long strand of clear lubricant landing against
Devon's cheek.

   "Now, it's your turn," he murmured, closing his hand around the hot
flesh and pumping it.  "I've been waiting for this moment for a long
time..." Devon flicked out his tongue, letting it wrap around Lorne's cock.
For Devon, this was more than just an opportunity to satisfy his bisexual
cravings.  It was a chance for him to give thanks to the man responsible
for his existence.  He wanted to taste the seed which gave him life.

   Lorne watched in fascination as his son's pink tongue made its way down
his engorged shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva.  He felt a hot, enticing
queasiness as Devon lavished attention to his scrotum, sucking each of the
large, almond-shaped testicles into his mouth before slowly making his way
to the mushroom-shaped crown - which he promptly made disappear between
surprisingly sensual lips.

   "How much like his mother he looks," Lorne thought idly, watching the
thick shaft vanish between pouting lips.  Feeling the full heat of his
passion, Lorne thrust gently into his son's mouth, delighting in the feel
of Devon's quivering, raspy tongue as it touched him.  Reaching down, Lorne
entwined his fingers in Devon's moderately long hair as the young man
pleasured him.

   Filled with his father's cock, Devon grunted with the effort of keeping
a steady rhythm.  "He's so big," he thought, again trying to swallow the
older man whole.

   "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," came a soft voice. 
"Just let it slide into your mouth, honey - don't fight it."

   Lorne opened an eye and found Kymber sitting on the arm of the sofa, an
aura of love surrounding her.  She smiled at her husband.  "I was wondering
what was taking so long."

   Lorne could only mumble a reply as Devon heeded his mother's advice.  In
the space of a single breath, he could feel Devon's nose nestled against
the base of his cock.

   Kymber left her perch on the sofa and knelt beside her son.  "That's it,
baby.  Suck him good!  Show him how much you want this, how much you love
him." She ran her hands along his perspiring body, letting her nails trail
along the exposed skin of his back.  Devon was awash with passion, all of
his senses under assault.  Encouraged by his mother's gentle urging, he
increased his sucking motion.

   Lorne felt an odd separation; one part of him was close to orgasm, not
caring about anything except reaching the summit.  Another part watched
impassively as Kymber leaned forward and whispered something into her son's
ear.  Lorne saw the boy nod - and his eyes went wide as a stiff finger
penetrated his backside.  The sudden invasion caught Lorne completely off
guard; the slowly approaching wave suddenly increased speed and crashed
into him -- hard.

   Devon felt the war of contractions in his father's body.  The tight ring
of muscle clamped down on his finger as the first spurts of creamy seed
splashed into and filled his hungry mouth.  Devon tried to capture as much
of the sweet reward as possible, but found the love too much for him to
keep up with as little rivers of love seeped from the tight seal his mouth
made on the jerking manhood.

   Lorne's hands clutched the cushions as wave after wave of intense
pleasure cycled through every pore in his body while Devon's finger,
feeling like a hot poker, probed his bottom.  He gasped as his son consumed
the final dregs of his ejaculate and his cock, softening, lay throbbing
against his belly.  Gingerly, Lorne removed himself from the invading
finger, while feeling the blood pounding in every part of his body.

   "You've done this before, haven't you?", Lorne asked, his composure
finally returning.  Devon looked up at him with...  admiration?  Lorne
wasn't sure what he saw in that fleeting moment and, frankly, he didn't
care right now.

   "First time for me, too," came the quiet reply.  "You okay?"

   Lorne took in a deep breath.  "I'm fine, son.  Thank you."

   "No, my father, thank you!  You've made my life complete and I love you
for it." Devon leaned forward and placed his head in his father's lap,
stopping along the way to plant a wet kiss on the now-soft instrument of
pleasure.

   Kymber knelt between the exhausted men.  "You really look good together.
Lorne?"

   "Yes, dear?"

   "Do you know how much he loves you?"

   "If I didn't know before, I know now." Lorne sat quietly, his mind
taking in the recent events.

   "How was it for you?"

   "Giving or receiving?"

   "Take your pick; I'd like to hear both sides."

   As Lorne prepared to share his feelings with Kymber, they were joined by
Etienne.

   "I feel like I missed something," she said sitting next to Kymber.

   "Lorne was about to tell me his feelings about Devon, weren't you
honey?"

   Nodding, Lorne spoke.  "It was so different!  Before I even realized it,
I had him in my mouth."

   Eti flashed Kymber a questioning look.  Kymber shook her head and placed
a slim finger to her lips.

   "I found myself thinking about a couple of things.  One, I couldn't
believe I was doing this.  As I sucked more of him, it started to feel. . .
good."

   Eti looked at her father, with love in her eyes.  "It's hard to
describe, isn't it?"

   "Yes, it is.  Feeling him in my mouth and hearing his moans of pleasure
electrified me, filled me with so much desire to continue."

   "Now you know how we feel when we're doing you.  It's so very special."

   Lorne nodded before continuing.  "Kym, when he came, I could feel him
growing in my mouth right before the first spurt.  For some reason, I felt
really proud of myself."

   Etienne agreed with her father.  "It's a good feeling when it spills out
and, of course, it just taste so yummy!"

   Lorne stood and stretched, frowning at the popping sounds his body made.
Going over to the framed photograph of the family, he stared at it for a
long minute before turning to wife and daughter.

   "You know, when he started on me, I thought it wouldn't be any different
than having one of you doing it."

   "What did you learn, Dad?"

   "I learned it's as different as night and day, with the main difference
being attitude."

   "Attitude?" Kymber and Eti exchanged a puzzled look.

   "I was thinking that another man was making love to my cock.  At first,
I was a little scared, but after a few minutes, my whole outlook on the
deal changed.  It stopped being a question of a man-on-man thing, becoming
one person loving another." Lorne shook his head.  "It takes some getting
used to, doesn't it?"

   Etienne and Kymber joined him, wrapping their arms around him.  "You'll
get used to it soon enough," Kymber assured him.

   Part IV, Chapter Two

   Ellie stood in front of the full length mirror, examining her naked form
while gently cupping one milk-filled breast in one hand.  Turning to one
side she frowned, noticing her distended abdomen.  Absently, she ran her
hands along the curves of her belly, shaking her head.  Although her
pregnancy was proceeding well, Ellie still felt awed with the knowledge a
child was growing inside her.

   The young woman slipped into her nightgown before crossing the room,
turning off the light and curling up in her bed.  Outside, the night sky
was clear, the quarter moon casting its pale light onto the freshly fallen
snow.  Snowflakes carried on the wind glittered past the window as Ellie
took stock of her life.

   "One more month to go.  God, I'm so tired."

   Carefully, she shifted her position, wishing the baby would stop kicking
long enough for her to get comfortable.  Patting her tummy, she said, "Oh,
be still!" As if her plea was heard, the baby finally settled in one place
- for now.  Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, returning to her thoughts.

   Something was missing from her life, she decided.  Trying to identify
the missing ingredient was proving to be more difficult than she had
expected.  Ellie knew she wasn't suffering from a lack of love; between
Devon, Kymber and her parents, there was plenty of love and attention to go
around several times.

   Ellie felt warm and secure as she thought about each member of the
family.  There was Devon; brother, friend, lover and father of her baby. 
Probably the most attentive of anyone in the family, he saw to her every
need.  Not from a sense of obligation, mind you; Lorne had made it clear
that love shouldn't be looked at as an obligation or chore.

   Ellie smiled as her brother's strong features faded from her mind, being
replaced by the fine, gentle features of her aunt, Kymber, the family's
free-spirit who always looked to the bright side of any situation.  Her
cool green eyes, however, hid a mischievous, playful nature and a bold,
brash sexuality.  The flame-haired vision was replaced by the calm,
intelligent face of her mother.  Whenever a situation got out of hand, Mom
was always there, able to say just the right thing to set everything right
for everyone.  Just a hint of a smile creased Ellie's face as she thought
of the sexual hellion hidden beneath the calm exterior.

   Last, but certainly not least, there was her father.  Ellie blinked in
surprise at the sudden surge of lust she felt, her nipples tingling as they
became erect.  Lorne represented all which was right in the world. 
Dedicated, unselfish, and, as far as Ellie was concerned, all-knowing in
that he would never steer the family in the wrong direction.

   As her father's face faded away, Ellie became more aware of the tingling
making its way through her body, heightening her senses.  From Devon's
room, she could hear love being made.  The slightly muffled grunts and
groans increased the feelings inside her, causing her to shift
uncomfortably.

   "I'm horny," she thought.  Through the closed door, she could hear - her
mother?  - cry out in delight at whatever Devon was doing to her.

   As the sounds of passion increased, so did Ellie's discomfort.  Reaching
across the wide expanse of stomach, her fingers sought and found her
center, parting the full lips of her vulva to expose her clitoris. 
However, before she could begin to ease the itch, Ellie heard a soft
tapping on the bedroom door.

   Frustrated, she called out, "Come in - it's open!"

   The door opened and Lorne poked his head in.  "Hi, baby!  I just stopped
by to check on you."

   Ellie was pleased - and electrified; her father's appearance would fill
the bill just fine!

   In a voice husky with mounting lust, she said, "Just the person I was
looking for." Ellie slid over to allow Lorne to sit next to her.

   "You were looking for...  mmpff!"

   Any further words were cut off as Ellie covered her father's mouth with
hers, filling the moist cavern with her tongue.  Her hands were busy,
literally tearing the shirt from his back before fumbling with his belt
buckle.  It took a little doing, but after a few frantic seconds, the belt
gave way, allowing Ellie to free Lorne's rapidly swelling manhood.

   Taken completely by surprise, all Lorne could do was succumb to the
attack and hold on for dear life.  He felt the cool rush of air on his
exposed flesh for only a brief moment, before being replaced by the hot
wetness of Ellie's mouth.  He groaned as Ellie pushed him back onto the
bed. Lifting her head for only a moment, Ellie's words were almost a growl.
"Oh, yes.  I've been looking for you!  I need you and I will have you!"

   With an ease which belied her gravid condition, Ellie rolled onto her
father's prone form and continued the assault on his cock, while exposing
her musky center to him.  Her hands and mouth worked in concert to send
wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her prisoner.

   With her lust in full control, Ellie slid Lorne's tool deep into her
throat, relishing the feel of its length and thickness which pulsed with
each beat of his heart.  Drawing back until only the head remained, Ellie
began a vicious attack, allowing her teeth to scrape against the spongy
mass while her tongue rasped across the sensitive underside.

   Lorne wasn't sure of what the hell was happening.  He did know, however,
he needed to do something - and fast.  Reaching up, he filled his hands
with her ass cheeks, drawing her luscious dampness to his mouth.  The tip
of his nose buried itself within the folds of Ellie's inner labia as he
sucked on her clitoris, causing the young woman to squirm against his face.

   Ellie held her head still, allowing her tongue to play along the crown
and shaft of Lorne's maleness, all the while savoring the dizzying
sensations provided by his experienced mouth.  She could feel him quivering
in her mouth, signaling his pending release.

   "Oh, no you don't.  I gotta have this where it will do the most good."
Ellie disengaged herself from Lorne's mouth, leaving him with a feeling of
loss.  Turning, she positioned herself over his erection, feeling an
exhilarating rush of pleasure as the spongy head passed through her wet
lips.

   "Uh, baby," Lorne began.  "I don't think..."

   "Shut up.  I know what I'm doing."

   Lorne was taken aback at the sharp rebuke, an odd sense of excitement
flowing through him at her forcefulness.  Doing as he was ordered, Lorne
fell silent as Ellie lowered more of her body onto his shaft.

   The feeling was indescribable; with her belly full of child, Ellie was
tight, yet her inner sheath had a velvety feel to it, surrounding his cock
with such a delicious feeling he almost exploded on the spot.

   "Come on!  Give it to me, damn you!  Fill me with your stickiness."
Ellie rode Lorne's stiffness carefully but with purpose, wanting to feel
him spurting inside her folds, wanting him to put out the fire inside.

   "Stop holding it back, Dad - you know what I need!" Ellie shuddered as
her orgasm slammed into her, the flow of lubricating juices increasing.

   "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!  Give me more!  GIVE ME MORE!!"

   Lorne was stunned - where did this wild woman come from?  His eyes
widened with increasing wonder as the flow of obscenities continued, adding
to his excitement.

   "Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah!  I love you so much!" Ellie's moans of pleasure
were like music to his ears as she rode out yet another orgasmic wave,
grinding her soaked sex hard into his pelvic bone.  Lorne could feel
Ellie's vaginal muscles gripping him with varying tightness.  He reached
up, placing his hands on her swollen belly and began to rub gently.

   "Damn it, oh damn it all to hell!," cried Ellie, giving herself to the
heat of passion.  "I need you to cream me, my love - I need you to do... 
it...  NOW!"

   Spurred on by her impassioned pleas, Lorne relaxed his control and was
instantly caught up in the torrent of emotions.  His sac tightened almost
painfully, sending the familiar tremors racing up his thickening shaft.

   "Here, baby - here it is!" he groaned as his seed spilled into her.

   "Ahhh, yes, yes, yes..." Ellie was just on the other side of heaven as
her father continued to fill her with his semen, hot and sticky, feeling
the strong pulses inside her while Lorne emptied himself into her flesh,
cooling the fires - for now.

   Spent and still a bit confused, Lorne helped the exhausted young woman
onto her side before withdrawing from her steamy center with a wet,
slurping sound.  Looking down at Ellie, he could see the smile on her face
as well as the happiness in her eyes.

   As the intense fires banked themselves into something a bit more
manageable, Ellie looked up at her sire, feeling all the love in the world.

   "Umm, I really needed you.  I feel so much better now."

   Lorne looked down at his second child for a long moment before asking,
"What got into you?"

   Ellie laughed softly.  "You did, silly!"

   Rolling his eyes heavenward, Lorne said, "You know what I mean."

   "Yeah, I know." Ellie took a moment to get the giddy feelings under
control before continuing.  "I had to have you - that's the best way I can
explain it.  I was lying here, thinking about you and got this crazy urge
to just take advantage of you."

   Her look became serious.  "Oh, damn."

   "What's wrong?" Immediate concern creased Lorne's features.

   "I said some pretty outrageous things, didn't I?"

   Relieved, Lorne allowed himself to smile.  "Yeah, I'll say.  Didn't know
you knew words like that!"

   "You're not angry are you?"

   "Angry?  No, darling.  Actually, it was kind of exciting." Lorne leaned
over and kissed Ellie's brow.  "In fact, it was very exciting - we should
do this again some time." Lorne sat up and stretched.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yes, my love?"

   "Please stay with me tonight."

   "Are you sure you want me to?  I won't be able to guarantee you'll get
any sleep."

   "Yes, I want you to.  And, I'm counting on not getting much sleep
tonight."

   Discarding the remnants of his shirt and trousers, Lorne slid into the
bed next to Ellie, who settled into his arms.

   "Are you okay?"

   Ellie's sleepy reply said it all.  "Uh-huh.  I love you so very much..."
Ellie dropped off to sleep immediately.

   "And I you," he whispered, stroking her face with his hand.  Settling
in, he closed his eyes, feeling the baby moving within her.  Lorne smiled
at the sensation as sleep claimed him.

   Part IV, Chapter Three

   Lorne was having the most delicious dream.  His cock was being licked
and sucked by some unknown person who was doing a fantastic job of
providing him with so many different sensations.  Warm, soft hands caressed
and soothed him as he grew closer to climax.  In his dream, Lorne thrust
his hips gently, not wanting to disturb the insistent rhythm of the mouth
on his flesh.  It wasn't long before his passion caught up with him as he
exploded into the waiting mouth while the unseen hands milked every
precious drop from him.

   Lorne opened his eyes - and realized he hadn't been dreaming, finding
himself surrounded by Devon, Ellie, Kymber and Eti, who were involved in a
group kissing session, licking his seed from each other's lips.

   "I thought I was dreaming," Lorne said.  The quartet turned and looked
at him, smiles spreading across their faces.

   "Morning, Dad," beamed Devon.

   "Good morning, darling," offered a smiling Kymber.

   "Hi, Dad," chorused Eti and Ellie together.

   "You folks really know how to wake a person up!  What did I do to
deserve such a reception?"

   Devon spoke for the group.  "Nothing, Dad.  We did it because we love
you.  Do we need a reason other than that?"

   "I guess not!  Thank you, one and all." Sitting up, Lorne stretched and
asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"

   Lorne made his way to the bathroom as the family discussed what they
wanted to do.  As the water for his shower grew warmer, Lorne noticed the
silence from the other room.  Turning he headed for the door, only to run
into a wild-eyed Devon.

   "Dad!  Something's happening to Ellie!"

   Ignoring the running water, Lorne dashed from the bathroom to find Ellie
holding her stomach - and sitting in a pool of fluid.  He quickly assessed
the situation - it was time!

   "Go find your mother and Etienne.  Tell them Ellie's water has broken -
they'll know what to do."

   "Right.  On my way!" Devon headed for the door.

   "And, son?"

   "Yeah, Dad?"

   "Better get dressed - you're in for a long day!"

   Devon looked down at himself as if just realizing his nakedness.  "Oh,
yeah.  Clothes would be good, huh?" Smiling, he rushed down the hallway to
dress and join the mother of his child in her efforts.

   Hurrying to get dressed, Lorne couldn't keep from feeling like history
was repeating itself.

   * * *

   Kendra Etienne Williams came into the world kicking and screaming
lustily.  Drenched with the perspiration of her efforts, Ellie watched as
nurses tended to the newborn.  The drops of silver nitrate were applied and
Kendra was gently washed, dried and wrapped in an insulated blanket before
being passed off to Dr.  Carl Hendricks.

   "Someone wants to say hello," said the smiling doctor.  Dr.  Hendricks
handed the squirming bundle to Ellie, placing it into her arms.

   The bond was established as mother and child looked at each other. 
Kendra fell silent at once, somehow knowing she was in good hands.

   "She's beautiful."

   Ellie looked up at Devon, giving him a tired smile.  Devon was doing
some recovering of his own.  The long hours in the labor room had been hard
on him, witnessing Ellie's agony and not being able to do anything about
it. He had spent much of the time kicking himself, knowing Ellie wouldn't
be in such pain were it not for his involvement.

   The nurses came over to take Kendra off to the nursery while others
prepared to move Ellie to her room, where the two would be reunited later.
Tossing his soiled gloves into a nearby hamper, Dr.  Hendricks crossed the
room and stood next to Devon, not wanting to spoil the moment.

   "That is one pretty little girl," the doctor commented.  "She's lucky to
have parents like you." Carl looked at Devon, watching for the younger
man's reaction.

   Devon's heart felt as if it had been encased in ice as he turned to face
the older man.

   "'Parents', Doctor?  I'm afraid you're mistaken.  I'm Ellie's brother
and she asked me to be here with her through this."

   "Son, I know you are her brother.  I also know you're Kendra's father."

   Panic welled inside of Devon - but he kept his cool.  "Doctor, that's a
pretty strong accusation.  One which could, ah, get people in a lot of
trouble."

   "You're right," Carl conceded.  "It's a strong accusation, but the
truth. I know it and you know it."

   As they exited the scrub room into the hallway, Devon cast desperate
glances for any signs of his family.  Turning the corner, he saw them
walking hurriedly in the direction of the nursery - and knew he was on his
own.

   Carl Hendricks steered Devon into an empty room and closed the door. 
For long minutes, the two men just looked at each other, waiting for the
other to break.

   Devon tried his very best to remain calm and determined; however, the
OB/GYN was used to waiting and his patience seemed limitless.  Devon
decided to go on the offensive.

   "So you think there's something funny going on, huh?"

   "Think?  Son, I know it - and I can prove it." Carl allowed himself a
smile, knowing he had Devon at a disadvantage.

   Devon knew it too, but held his ground.  "What is your proof?"

   Carl Hendricks' smile grew wider.  "You are, of course, aware of the
genetic analyzer your father invented some years ago?"

   Devon nodded, not getting the doctor's point.

   "It's very useful in our pre- and postnatal testing.  In fact, every
child born at this hospital in the last twenty years has been tested using
your father's invention.  Quite a piece of machinery."

   "What's your point, doctor?"

   "My point is this: We keep all of the test results.  Yours is on file,
as is Ellie's.  We tested Kendra before and after being delivered.  In
comparing the prenatal results, I found something interesting." Hendricks
paused, adding a bit of drama.

   "I found that the three of you share the same genetic codes."

   "How do you figure that?" Devon's anger was mounting.

   "Easy, son.  It's a matter of routine for us.  One of the benefits of
your father's invention is that we can find genetic errors before they can
become a problem.  In this case, I checked Ellie's scan for problems and
didn't find any.  As a comparison, I checked yours, since it was available.
Again, no problems."

   "Then I checked the prenatal scans we did on Kendra..."

   "And you found them similar." Devon sat heavily on the stool behind him.

   "Bingo.  Too similar to be just a coincidence."

   "Why are you telling me this and what are you going to do?" Devon braced
himself for the expected threat.

   "I'm telling you this to warn you.  What I'm going to do is... 
nothing."

   "Warn me?  I don't get it."

   Dr.  Hendricks sighed.  "If I found out, others can find out.  And they
may not be as understanding as I am." He turned and opened the door.

   "Wait.  What's to say you won't go to the authorities?"

   "Son, I understand the situation between you and Ellie - I've been there
myself." He smiled at Devon before disappearing into the hallway.

   Devon watched the doctor leave, feeling uncertain and very vulnerable.
He stepped into the hallway and headed towards the nursery to find his
family.

   * * *

   Lorne stood at the entrance to Ellie's room, his eyes scanning the
corridor for any signs of Devon.  Minutes before, Carl Hendricks came by to
check on Ellie and to offer his congratulations.  As they shook hands, Carl
winked at him and left him with a cryptic message.

   "You've got a great family, Lorne; keep up the good work!"

   Lorne was still trying to figure out what he meant when Devon came
around the corner, clearly in a hurry.

   "Devon, where have you been?  Ellie's been asking about you!"

   "I had a talk with Dr.  Hendricks a few minutes ago."

   "He was just here checking on your sister." Lorne could tell Devon was
upset about something.  "Son, what's bothering you?"

   "He knows, Dad.  He told me he knows about me and Ellie being Kendra's
parents."

   "Wait a minute.  How does he know?"

   "He told me your genetic analyzer told him." Devon gave his father not
quite an accusatory look.

   "My genetic...  oh, shit," Lorne said, the memory returning.

   The genetic analyzer was actually part of the splicing unit he'd
invented years ago while at Carlton Pharmaceuticals.  Quite by accident,
they discovered the analyzer could be used to detect genetic errors in
humans.  After some quick trials, the government approved it for obstetrics
use first - it had proved more valuable than amniocentesis and other tests
of the time.

   "Didn't you know they used it here?"

   "Devon, I forgot - I simply forgot."

   "I don't see how, Dad; your patent and sales of the analyzer has made
you rich." Devon's tone was scathing.

   "I didn't remember its use was SOP for maternity cases.  Oh, damn!"
Lorne pounded his fist against the wall, startling a pair of nurses.

   Devon went over and placed a hand on his father's shoulder.  "Dad,
there's no point in worrying about it now.  Hendricks just warned me to be
careful, saying something about his being where I am before."

   That explained Hendricks' remark.  Obviously, there was more to the good
doctor than met the eye!

   "Well, if there's nothing to worry about, let's go see your new
daughter."
ETIENNE: THE NEW BREED

   Part V, Chapter One

   Kendra giggled in delight as her father nuzzled his face against her
tummy, her little hands trying in vain to ward off the ticklish advance.

   "Daddy!  Stop!" she managed between giggles.  "I give up!" Devon looked
at his daughter, his face flushed with the effort of blowing raspberries
against her smooth skin.

   "You'll think twice about smacking me on the butt, won't you?"

   Unable to speak, Kendra could only nod.

   "Okay - I'll cut you a break this time.  But if you do it again..." To
reinforce his mock threat, Devon tilted his head towards Kendra's exposed
tummy, causing the youngster to start giggling again.

   "I won't - I promise!"

   Ellie sat in the rocking chair, watching the scene with barely hidden
amusement.  Since Kendra's birth, so many things had changed within the
family.

   Ellie watched as Kendra crept up behind her retreating father, wincing
at the sharp sound of her little hand on her father's backside.  More
surprised than hurt, Devon's reaction to the unexpected attack was comical.
As he began a mock pursuit of the little troublemaker, Ellie laughed.

   "You'll never catch her, Dev."

   "Oh, I'll catch her, all right.  And when I do...!"

   As the chase intensified, Ellie looked around the house, finding it hard
to believe it was really theirs, even after all the time which had passed.

   Ellie's happiness was displaced for just a moment by a feeling of loss.
Four years ago, the family had split up by necessity.  Their once spacious
home was now a bit crowded with Kendra's arrival.  After talking it over
with Devon, they had decided to set up their own home, much to everyone's
displeasure.

   * * *

   "You want to do what?"

   Lorne looked at his son and daughter, his face registering shock and
surprise at the announcement.  Devon swallowed nervously; nonetheless, he
held his ground.

   "We want to move out on our own.  It's nothing personal, Dad."

   "I don't understand why.  Aren't you two happy here?"

   "Dad, it's not a question of happiness - it's one of necessity."

   Lorne looked toward Etienne and Kymber; both women sat silently, wearing
identical calm looks.

   "Okay, son.  Explain it to me."

   Devon stole a look at Ellie, who gave him a much-needed nod of support.
Taking a deep breath, he launched into his explanation.

   "You once voiced a concern about our not getting out into the 'real
world' and getting involved with other people.  We told you then the only
thing we needed was each other.  Since that time, nothing has changed,
except the size of the family."

   "Go on," Lorne prompted.

   "Since Kendra arrived, Ellie and I have been thinking about getting out
on our own - but we want to stay together.  Then we had to think about you
and Mom and Aunt Eti, too."

   Kymber spoke for the first time.  "How did we get into this decision?"

   Ellie took up the lead.  "Well, you guys deserve to be alone.  After
all, Dad's retired and you and Mom haven't had to work for years."

   "And you're not getting any younger," Devon added.

   Etienne calm visage hid just a bit of a smile.  "Devon, darling, you
didn't say that last night!"

   Chuckles from the assembled family served to lighten what was turning
out to be a tense moment as each remember the literal free-for-all which
had taken place the night before.

   "Ah, yeah, well..." Devon stumbled for a reply and, finding none, fell
silent.

   Eti raised a hand for silence.  "All of this aside, I think we
understand what you're saying." Nods from Lorne and Kymber confirmed her
pronouncement.

   "Dad," Devon began, "All we're saying is it's time for us to strike out
on our own.  You've provided us with a great deal of love and security and
it's time we repaid you by showing we can survive on the outside."

   Lorne had to admit Devon had a point.  It was only a few years ago when
he had addressed the same concern to Etienne.

   After a few seconds of silence, Lorne made a decision.  "Okay.  Here's
the deal.  You can either stay here and we'll go up to the cabin, or you
can take the cabin."

   Devon and Ellie looked at each other.

   "That's a rather generous offer Dad," Ellie began.  "But we had
something else in mind."

   Lorne could barely contain his surprise - but managed.  Etienne and
Kymber, however, had surprise written on their lovely features.

   "I see.  Just what did you have in mind?"

   "We were thinking about a little place we saw just south of where the
cabin is.  I made some phone calls about it and it is available."

   "I assume you can afford this place?"

   "Well, we could use just a little help..."

   "How much help are we talking about?"

   Devon reached into his back pocket and handed his father a folded piece
of paper.  After taking it, Lorne took a long look at the notes Devon had
scribbled before passing it to Kymber, who passed it on to Eti.

   The elder Williams' sat in complete silence, an action which only served
to make the younger generation nervous.  After several minutes, Lorne
finally spoke.

   "Will you two excuse us for a moment?"

   "Sure, Dad.  We have to check on Kendra anyway." Filled with
anticipation, Devon and Ellie left the room.

   Making sure they were alone, Kymber broke the silence.

   "Now we know what they've been doing with the money we've been giving
them."

   Lorne was clearly worried as he spoke.  "It isn't really a question of
the money; it's more a question of them being together."

   Eti and Kymber both realized the implication Lorne was hinting at.  Away
from the relative safety of their home, Devon and Ellie ran the risk of
being exposed to a world which didn't care very much for their chosen
lifestyle.

   Kymber finally spoke up.  "Honey, I'm sure the kids have thought this
out."

   Etienne nodded in agreement, adding, "It's not like they don't
understand the risks involved."

   As their parents continued to debate the matter, Devon and Ellie
listened in on the conversation from the upper hallway.

   "I don't think Dad's very happy about any of this," said Ellie.

   "How could you tell?"

   Before Ellie could respond, Lorne's voice reached out to them.

   "You two can come down from the hallway now; we've made our decision."

   Brother and sister wore identical embarrassed looks as they took seats
on the sofa.  "We didn't really mean to eavesdrop, but..."

   Lorne waved Devon's explanation off.  "We've decided to give you our
blessing on this.  However, you have to be aware of some cold, hard facts."

   "For one," started Kymber, "You will be responsible for the financial
aspects of setting up house.  We'll help, naturally, but this isn't a free
ride."

   Eti added, "Please be careful out there; if the wrong person were to
discover your activities, well, your lives will be ruined forever."

   Devon nodded somberly.  Looking at his sister he said, "We understand
the risks, but it has to be done.  Thank you all for understanding and
supporting us in this.  We won't disappoint you."

   Lorne stood and stretched.  "Then it's settled.  Let's go see this new
home of yours!"

   Part V, Chapter Two

   Devon breathed a contented sigh as Ellie's mouth covered his erection
with the liquid warmth he enjoyed so much.  The heat of her body against
him, the firm yet gentle pressure of her tongue on his glans and the musky
odor of her femininity combined to complete the euphoric state of mind he'd
settled into.

   Ellie so enjoyed giving her brother this type of pleasure.  There was
something magical and satisfying about the feel of his cock in her throat
and hearing his moans of delight as she suckled him.  Holding only the head
of his shaft between her lips, Ellie's tongue traced lazy patterns across
one particular spot, causing Devon to arch his back in response which, in
turn, slid more of him into her hungry mouth.

   Taking a deep breath, Ellie took him deep into her throat until the tip
of her nose rested on Devon hair-covered pubic bone.  As expected, she
could feel the tremors racing along the length of his shaft as it grew
slightly thicker.  Ellie backed off just enough to keep Devon buried in her
mouth while moving to a kneeling position beside him.

   Devon took full advantage of Ellie's change in position, reaching over
and grabbing the leg closest to him before she could settle in and
continue. As he guided her leg across his body, the pungent, heady aroma of
Ellie's sex flooded Devon's senses as he positioned her over his mouth. 
Ellie grunted in protest at this change in plans; however, she didn't offer
much resistance.

   Which was just fine with Devon.  Parting her moist labia with his lips,
he found her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth with a loud slurping
sound. Her mouth filled with his hardness, Ellie moaned at the sensuous
contact, giving them both quite a thrill.

   Devon ate at her lustily, leaving no part of her tender sex untouched.
Her juices, a bit more tangy than usual, coated his face as Ellie slowly
fucked his mouth.  He reached up to spread her firm, smooth bottom to
expose the puckered ring of her anus.  Extending his tongue, Devon teased
the orifice for only a moment before plunging his tongue into her
well-lubricated slit.

   * * *

   Kendra watched the action from her hiding place in her parents' closet,
her heart pounding.  It had taken the youngster a while to get up the
courage to pull such a stunt; however, her curiosity had finally gotten the
best of her.

   For as long as she could remember, Kendra had wondered about the many
sounds which came from her parents' bedroom.  Once, while playing in her
room, she heard the sounds coming from the living room in the middle of the
day!  When she went to investigate the moans, groans, and laughter, she
found her parents sitting together smiling at each other.  Even to her
young mind, she knew something had taken place before her arrival - she
just didn't know what.

   So, she came up with a plan to find out.  Announcing she was going to
bed early, the intrepid nine-year-old went in the direction of her room. 
After making sure no one was following her, she ducked into their bedroom,
going straight for the closet.  Once inside and safely concealed in a dark
corner, Kendra sat quietly and waited.

   She didn't have long to wait.  Kendra heard their footsteps as they
entered the room, their voices just low enough for her not to make out what
they were saying.  A rustle of clothes being removed told the youngster
they were getting ready for bed.

   Excitement flowed through Kendra as she heard her mother say something
about her father's hands feeling good.  The sound of the bed creaking was
followed closely by a lot of smacking and sucking sounds; Kendra could hear
her father sighing, as he often did when he was feeling good about
something.

   As quietly as she could, Kendra made her way to the front of the closet,
sliding the door open just enough to allow her an unobstructed view of the
bed - and almost gasped aloud at the sight which greeted her.  With her
eyes already accustomed to the darkness, Kendra could clearly see her
mother putting her mouth on her father's 'thing'!  And, oh, boy, it was
really big!  Much bigger than the other times she'd ever seen it!

   Kendra felt warm and tingly as she watched her mother sit on her
father's face.  From the happy look on her mother's face, Kendra guessed it
really felt good, although she couldn't quite figure out why her father
wasn't being smothered.

   The young spy was having a difficult time sitting still as the scene
continued to unfold.  Kendra jumped as her mother let out a loud cry,
saying 'yes' to something over and over.  Kendra watched with a mixture of
excitement and confusion as her mother rolled off to one side, breathing
heavily.  Watching her father get to his knees, Kendra felt suddenly weak
as she caught a glimpse of the gigantic 'thing' bobbing between her
father's legs, wondering what was going to happen next.

   Her confusion deepened as her dad crawled between her mother's open
legs, which he held high and wide before laying down on top and moving up
and down.  What was happening now?

   * * *

   Devon grunted as he slid into his sister, feeling his swollen member
seating itself firmly against her pubis.  Slowly, he fucked into her,
relishing the feel of her slippery sheath clasping him.  He looked down at
Ellie, smiling at the look of bliss etched into her lovely features.

   "Oh, it feels so nice," cooed Ellie, raising her hips in time to meet
his urgent thrusts.  "Fill me, darling, give me your hot cock!"

   "Hey, I aim to please, dearest," Devon responded.  He punctuated his
statement by driving fully into her, his sac slapping against her buttocks.

   "YES!  God, yes!  Give it to me hard, Dev!  Slam it to me!"

   Devon repeated the deep thrust, the impact causing the entire bed to
shake.  He could feel the building pressure in his testicles as they
tightened in preparation to deliver their payload of love.

   "I'm not going to last much longer," he declared, his movements
increasing within Ellie.

   "Shit, I don't want you to last.  Cream me - give it to me!"

   Devon felt his body tense as the indescribable feeling crept up his
spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck.  For a moment, time
stopped as he teetered on the edge.

   "Oh, shit!  Oh, damn!" Devon gave into the sensation as he spilled into
Ellie, the sticky fluid splashing against her sensitive walls.  Devon
continued his erratic thrusts into Ellie as their juices combined to make
the perfect lubricant.  Spent, he collapsed onto his sister, feeling her
warm kisses on his neck and ears.

   Wrapping her arms around the love of her life, Ellie held Devon close,
feeling his manhood shrinking inside her and his seed slowly seeping from
her.  Ellie was about to voice her appreciation when she heard a sound.

   "Dev?  What was that?"

   Exhausted and drained, Devon could barely lift his head.  "What was
what?"

   "I heard a noise - sounds like it's coming from the closet."

   * * *

   Kendra felt funny, like she was going to faint.  In a moment of
confusion, she fell back wards, knocking over a tennis racket.  The sound
of the racket crashing to the floor froze her in place - she knew her
parents heard it.  Ice-cold panic quickly displaced the warm, fuzzy
feelings as she heard someone get up and walk in the direction of the
closet.

   The door slid quickly open and Kendra was greeted with a close-up view
of her father's naked body, his 'thing' once again small and covered with
white goo.  Kendra held her breath as her father looked past her to the
back of the closet, now wishing she hadn't been so foolish.

   Devon was about to close the door when he spotted the overturned racket
- and the nine-year-old sitting next to it.

   "I think I found the noise you heard," Devon announced while motioning
for Kendra to step out of her hiding place.

   Ellie turned onto her stomach - and saw her daughter standing next to
Devon, clearly afraid.  Looking closer, she could see Kendra's flushed
complexion and realized the very young lady had been hiding in the closet
during their lovemaking.

   "My, my!  What do we have here?"

   Devon led Kendra over to the bed and sat down.  Moving to the side just
a bit, he pointed to a spot between himself and Ellie.  After a moment of
hesitation, Kendra sat between her parents.

   "Looks like to me we had a spectator," Devon said.

   "So it would seem.  Honey, what were you doing in there?"

   Kendra's face burned hot with embarrassment, so much she wished to be
anywhere except sitting here.

   "Kendra?  Your mother asked you a question."

   Knowing she could no longer avoid answering, Kendra tried to swallow the
lump in her throat.

   "I, um, wanted to, um, know why you and Daddy made those funny sounds."

   Barely able to stifle a laugh, Devon looked at his sister, who was
hiding her face in the sheet, her body shaking with laughter.  Devon
reached over and pulled the sheet away.

   "C'mon, El," his tone now serious.  "We have to address this and there's
no better time than now."

   Ellie propped herself up on an elbow, wiping tears from her eyes.  "Yes,
you're right," she finally replied, after taking a few seconds to compose
herself.

   For a very long moment, Devon sat looking at his daughter, drinking in
her budding beauty.  Her brown hair, braided into tight rows, hung to her
shoulders; light brown eyes set into an oval face the complexion of coffee
(extra cream, thank you) peered into his with uncertainty.  Under the
full-length nightgown, Devon knew, was a nicely developing body.  His mind
touched on the memory of her smooth, hairless pussy, feeling a rush of
excitement course through him.

   Kendra shifted uncomfortably on the bed under her father's suddenly
intense gaze.  The way he was looking at her made her feel...  good, in a
funny way.  At first, she was scared and nervous; then a little angry when
Mom and Dad started laughing at her question.  Now, for some reason she
didn't understand, the fear and anger went away.

   Devon waited a few more seconds for Kendra to relax - and to keep his
erection from becoming more apparent.  Finally, he spoke.

   "You know that your mother and I love you very much, right?" Kendra
nodded - she just loved it when her parents showed their affection.

   "Okay.  Well, we also love each other very much.  Tell me, how many ways
can you think of to show someone you love them?" Kendra's face became a
study in concentration - you could almost see her young mind working on an
answer.

   "Well, there are hugs and kisses - and stuff for your birthday and
Christmas."

   "A good answer, Kendra.  So, let's talk about hugs and kisses for a
moment, okay?"

   "Okay."

   "There are times when we want to show you how much we love you, we'll
give you a kiss or a hug - sometimes both.  When your mother and I want to
show each other how much we love each other, we'll hug and kiss, too."

   Kendra didn't have much of a problem with this and said so.  "You and
Mom are always hugging and kissing."

   Ellie laughed softly.  "There are times, my darling daughter, when we
want to show our love in other ways.  You've seen us cuddling and holding
hands?  Well, we often show love by touching each other."

   A light went on in Kendra's mind, suddenly putting two and two together.
Gathering her courage, she asked a question.

   "Were you and Dad having sex?"

   Devon answered.  "Yes.  How do you know about it?"

   "I heard Melissa Hargrove talking about it.  She said it was nasty."

   "Well, Melissa was wrong, dear.  Sex is not nasty or dirty.  It is a
special way for people to show love for each other."

   "May I ask a question?"

   "You most certainly may."

   "If having sex shows how much you love someone, why don't you have sex
with me?  Don't you love me?"

   Devon reached over and wrapped his arms around Kendra.  "Oh, baby, your
mother and I love you very much!"

   Even though Kendra knew this was true, she held her ground.  "Then how
come you don't?"

   "It's not as easy as that," Ellie said.  "There are some things you just
aren't ready to deal with yet - and a lot of things you don't understand."

   Kendra frowned.  "May I ask another question?"

   "Go right ahead."

   "Does having sex make you happy?  When I was in the closet, you looked
happy."

   "Yes, darling, having sex makes me very happy."

   "Then I want to be very happy, too."

   "Kendra, honey, there are so many things you have to learn first."

   "Then teach me."

   Devon looked at his daughter and felt his erection returning.

   "Honey, this is a pretty big step to take.  Are you sure this is what
you want?"

   "You told me it's your job to make me happy.  You told me that you love
me very much."

   "I do."

   "Then I'm confused; if you are telling the truth, then you should show
me your love like you do with Mom."

   Ellie leaned over and said, "She's got you there, Dev."

   Devon could only nod - it wasn't hard for him to see Kendra's point. 
"There is something you have to know before anything happens."

   "Like what?"

   "People don't think that mothers and fathers should show love to their
children by having sex with them."

   "Why?"

   "It's a little hard to explain, but I'll do my best.  Do you remember
the story on the news a little while ago, about the man who got arrested
for something he did with his son?"

   "That child abuse thing?"

   "Yes.  There are laws in our country which say if a grown-up has sex
with a child, he or she can go to jail."

   "Mrs.  Mitchell was talking about that in school last week.  Is this the
same thing?"

   Ellie said, "It depends on who you're talking to.  Your father and I
don't see it that way.  Neither does your grandfather and grandmother or
your aunt Kymber."

   "Why?"

   "We are a family and families should always show their love for each
other in every way they can."

   "You've told me this before.  It's stupid for families not to love each
other."

   "Well," Devon began, "there are people who think that families who love
each other should be punished."

   "Another question?"

   "Go ahead."

   "When you were growing up, did you love your family like this?"

   "Yes, we did."

   "Did you think it was wrong?"

   "Never.  I love my sister very much."

   "Did you have sex with her, too?"

   "All the time.  In fact, I still do."

   Kendra was confused.  "Where is your sister?  I don't remember ever
seeing her."

   Ellie spoke up.  "I'm right here, sweetheart."

   Kendra's eyes went wide, looking first at her mother then snapping
around to look at her father.  "But, you're my mother...  Wait a minute."

   Devon looked over at Ellie.  "I think she's beginning to understand."

   Ellie smiled back.  "I always said she was a smart girl."

   Kendra's mind was a whirlwind of thought as the implication solidified
in her mind.  "Does Grandmom and Granddad know?"

   "Who do you think taught us?"

   The room grew quiet as Kendra thought things through.  Well, as much as
her young mind could, anyway.  "May I be excused now?  I have a lot of
thinking to do."

   "Before you go," said Devon, "may I ask you a question?"

   "Uh huh."

   "Does this bother you?"

   "I don't know.  I love you and Mom very much and I want you to love me."

   "And we want to you to love us, just as much as we want to love you. 
But, like I said, it's a pretty big step to take."

   Part V, Chapter Three

   Kendra stood and stretched; even though the hour had grown late, she
wasn't in the least bit tired.  She wasn't sure if she understood
everything her parents had told her so far; somehow, though, Kendra knew
they were telling her the truth.

   "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry to be so much trouble, but I have to ask another
question, if I may."

   "Honey," Ellie said, "you can ask all the questions you want.  We'll do
our best to answer them all."

   "We can't let anyone know how much we love each other, can we?"

   "Sadly, no.  The truth is society just doesn't understand things the way
we do."

   Kendra looked over at her parents, taking in their nakedness.  She
couldn't help but notice her father's penis, which had grown large again.
Nor could she deny the feelings the sight of it stirred within her.  She
watched as her mother stood and walked to the bathroom, noting the size of
her breasts and the way her body curved in certain places.

   "Dad?"

   "Yes, honey?"

   "When I grow up, will I look like Mom?"

   Devon had also gotten to his feet.  He smiled and said, "I certainly
hope so!  You're growing into a beautiful young lady."

   "Dad, will you love me forever?" Kendra just couldn't take her eyes off
her father's body.  Was it getting warmer in the room?

   "Forever and ever!"

   Kendra turned at the sound of the toilet flushing.  A moment later,
Ellie returned.  As she approached, Kendra got a good look at the thatch of
hair covering her mother's secret place.  Absently, her hand went to her
own place, which she knew didn't have hair - yet.

   "Mom?  Will you love me forever, too?"

   "Of course I will, love!  With all of my heart." Ellie looked over at
Devon, who just shrugged.  There was something significant about these
questions; however, he had no idea where they were going.

   "I love you both very much and I want to make you happy."

   "We love you, too, honey - your happiness is all that matters to us."

   The room got even warmer as Kendra made a decision, pulling her
nightgown over her head and letting it drop to the floor.  Her body was
tingling all over, especially between her legs.  On legs she suddenly
didn't trust, Kendra crossed the short distance between herself and her
parents.

   "Then I want you to make me happy and to love me."

   Kendra reached out and wrapped her arms around her father, feeling the
warmth of his body surround her.  Being tall for her age, Devon's penis
rested against her chest - she could feel it growing between them.  Turning
to her mother, she repeated the embrace.  The musky scent of her mother's
place reached her and she found it exciting.  Releasing her hold, Kendra
climbed onto the bed.  "Teach me how to love you the way you love each
other."

   Devon and Ellie looked at each other before looking at their daughter. t
She looked so vulnerable and innocent as she offered herself to them.  And
knew what had to be done.  As their parents had taught them, love was to be
shared, without shame or deception.  And, they both knew, this was the
moment they were waiting for.  They also knew it had to be Kendra's choice,
for love should never be forced.  Devon and Ellie took places on either
side of their daughter.

   Kendra could feel her blood pounding through her body as first her
father, then her mother kissed her gently on each cheek.

   "Are you sure this is what you want, love?" asked Devon, feeling the
surge of love flowing through him as well.

   "Yes, I'm sure.  I want you to love me."

   "Then you will be loved, my darling," said Ellie.

   "What should I do?"

   "Whatever comes to you.  In love, everything is okay."

   Devon lowered his head, letting his tongue flick out and over the
still-forming buds on Kendra's chest, the touch sending jolts of excitement
through her.

   "That tickles!," she said, as her mother joined in, gently sucking on
the other nipple.

   "Yeah, feels nice, doesn't it?"

   "It sure does!"

   Kendra gave in to the many sensations, allowing herself to be carried
away by the moment.  While her parents explored her body, Kendra let her
hands roam freely over theirs.  Smooth hardness on one side contrasted
sharply against the silky softness on the other as her hands touched
everything within their reach.  Was it hot in here, or what!

   Devon worked his way down Kendra's body until he reached her
nearly-hairless sex, noticing the fine hairs which were beginning to
sprout. Gently, he parted her legs and let his tongue slide between the
sweet flesh until it reached the small bud of her clitoris.  The results
were electric!

   Kendra had been sucking on the nipple Ellie had offered her, bringing
back pleasant memories of her, ahem, younger days as an infant when she
felt the first touch of her father's mouth.  His kisses 'down there' were
really heating up the room when his tongue slid wetly across a certain spot
when the world exploded in her head.

   "Oh!" she exclaimed as the nipple fell from her hungry lips, her back
arching upwards in response.  "What was that?"

   Ellie kissed her on the ear and whispered, "Just your father loving you.
How does it feel?"

   As Devon continued to lick her clitoris, Kendra was caught in a mixture
of emotions - answering her mother's question suddenly became a difficult
thing to do.  Kendra wrapped her arms tightly around her mother and held on
for dear life.

   Devon was lost in lapping up the sweet offerings of his daughter's pussy
as he inserted his tongue into her.  Glancing upwards, he saw the look of
total surprise cross the youngster's face as she held on to her mother, who
was stroking her lightly and whispering calming words into her ear.  Seeing
all was well, he returned to his licking and sucking, lifting Kendra's legs
higher to expose more of her.

   Ellie was beginning to feel left out.  She managed to escape Kendra's
grasp and positioned herself until her brother's manhood was directly in
front of her.  Ellie closed her mouth around the spongy glans and sucked
hard.

   Kendra felt a moment of disappointment as her mother moved away. 
Looking down, she could see her father's penis disappearing into Ellie's
mouth, which made her father suck harder and faster on her rapidly
overheating center.  Turning her head, she looked right into her mother's
sex, hidden behind a mass of curly hair.  With her only free hand - the
other was now full of her father's hair, Kendra reached up and slid her
fingers into the tangle of hair, finding it very wet and very hot. 
Gathering more courage, Kendra searched around the wetness, letting her
fingers explore every inch.  A chain-reaction of events was taking place:
As Devon ate Kendra, she worked her hand faster between Ellie's legs.  In
turn, Ellie was enticed into gobbling down more of Devon's shaft, which
accelerated his efforts between Kendra's legs.

   As with all good things, this one was quickly coming to the end.  For
Kendra, the world just went crazy as something broke loose inside of her.
Unknowingly, she jammed her rather small hand into Ellie's vagina up to her
wrist, setting off an intense orgasm within the older woman.  As Ellie got
washed away, flooding Kendra's hand with hot juices, she sucked harder on
Devon's swollen glans.  A twitch, and she soon tasted the warm stickiness
of his seed as he thrust into her mouth.

   For a long moment, they lay very still, each one lost in their own
feelings.  Ellie reached down and removed Kendra's hand from her wet
orifice before sitting up.  Looking over at her brother, she could see him
recovering, his chest heaving as he sucked in long, deep breaths.  Turning
her attention to Kendra, she placed a hand on her tummy, feeling the
muscles trembling slightly.

   "Kendra, honey?"

   Kendra's eyes were partially closed - her lips parted slightly.  For a
moment, she didn't respond and Ellie became worried.  As she touched her
face, Ellie was surprised to find it wet with tears.

   "Kendra?"

   "Hmm?"

   Relieved, Ellie asked, "Are you okay, honey?"

   "Hmm?"

   Devon had joined Ellie by their daughter's side, exchanging worried
looks - until Kendra smiled.

   "Hi, Dad.  Hi, Mom.  Where are we?" Kendra raised her head and tried to
focus her eyes onto her surroundings.  Finding it made her dizzy, she let
Ellie cradle her head, snuggling up to the warmth of her mother's body.

   "You're in our bedroom - do you remember what happened?"

   "Hmm?" came the sleepy reply.

   "Guess not," replied Devon.

   Ellie looked into the now-sleeping face of her daughter.  "Let her sleep
- we'll talk to her in the morning."

   Yawning, Devon agreed.  With their loving daughter between them, Devon
and Ellie drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

   Part V, Chapter Four

   Kendra had never felt so warm and comfortable before in her young life.
Visions of warm summer days floated through her mind; she knew she was so
very happy.  Everything was so right in the world!

   Her pleasant thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud noise, causing
her to open her eyes.  Yawning, she tried to stretch, only to find herself
unable to move.  Still a little disoriented, it took her a few seconds to
realize where she was, where the noise was coming from - and why she
couldn't move!  Fully opening her eyes, blinking against the ray of
sunlight peeking into the room, she looked into her mother's sleeping face.
If her mother was here, then the noise she heard must be...

   Reaching out, her hand came in contact with her father's hardness,
throbbing gently against his stomach.  He grunted something Kendra couldn't
make out and shifted slightly at her touch.  Realization dawned on her as
the memories of the previous night returned with full force.

   "They loved me," she whispered, feeling a soothing calm embrace her. 
Turning her head, she looked at her mother - and found her looking back at
her!

   "Good morning, little one!  How are you?"

   "Fine, thank you.  I slept like a log.  Did we...?"

   "We most certainly did, sweetie.  Did you enjoy yourself?"

   "Yes, I did.  But..."

   "But what?"

   "Was that all there is to it?" Deep inside, Kendra hoped there would be
much more.

   "Oh, yes!  There's so much we have to show you - but you can't learn it
all at one time!"

   Kendra smiled happily.  "I can't wait to learn more!"

   Ellie got a deliciously evil thought at that moment.  Keeping her voice
low, she whispered "You ready for lesson number two?" She looked over at
her sleeping brother and smiled.

   Kendra followed her mother's gaze, coming to rest on Devon's erection.
To a nine-year-old, it appeared impossibly huge.  She looked back at her
mother with a questioning look, not really knowing what to do.

   Ellie could see the doubt on the youngster's face and gave her a hint by
sliding a finger in and out of her mouth.

   Kendra's eyes went wide - was her mother kidding?  How was she supposed
to get that huge snake into her mouth?  Still, she loved challenges... 
Slowly, Kendra moved towards her sleeping father, eyes focused on her
objective until her face was just mere inches away.  She stole a look back
at Ellie, who nodded and smiled.

   Taking a deep breath, Kendra examined her victim...  uh, father closely,
fascinated at the length and thickness of him.  Ringed with large veins, it
throbbed like it had a life of its own.  Licking her lips - and taking one
last look at her mother, Kendra allowed her pink tongue to extend and touch
the beautifully sculpted crown of his penis.  Withdrawing, she sampled
Devon's somewhat tangy taste and, finding it pleasant, bent once again. 
Carefully, she took him into her small hand, marveling at the way it felt -
smooth, yet hard.

   As she shifted her position slightly she squeezed the shaft, causing a
clear drop of...  something to appear at the tip.  Kendra looked toward her
mother, who helped her by opening her mouth and closing it on the tip of
her finger and sucking until the tip of her finger appeared.  Trembling
with anticipation - and a bit of fear, Kendra captured the pulsing glans,
closing her tiny mouth around it.  She sucked gently and the salty drops
coated her tongue.  Finding them rather tasty she swirled her tongue
around, searching for more drops.

   Devon moaned slightly and, unknowingly, shifted his position.  The
movement slid a full inch of cock into Kendra's mouth, triggering her gag
reflex for a moment and filling her mouth with saliva that ran in rivulets
down the shaft.

   Ellie held her breath when seeing Kendra's moment of distress.  Although
it looked as if the youngster had things under control, she flashed her an
"OK" and relaxed when Kendra nodded in return.  Sticking out her tongue,
Ellie made circling motions with it against the tip of her finger.

   Kendra was beginning to understand how this was done.  Emboldened by her
success so far, she let her tongue flow over her father's cock-head,
delighted in the taste and feel.  A bit braver still, she tried to imitate
the bobbing motion she saw her mother use last night.  Oh, yeah, this was
much better - and easier, too - than trying to hold it in her mouth. 
Slowly increasing her speed, Kendra lost herself in her task.  She learned
if she pushed the skin up along the shaft, more of those tasty drops would
appear.

   Devon was dreaming - or at least he thought so.  In his dream, full
sensuous lips were surrounding his penis, giving him incredible pleasure.
He smiled, relaxing to enjoy the special treat his dream was giving him...

   Ellie's smile matched Devon's as she watched her little girl enjoying
herself.  She was gaining confidence, her actions becoming bolder and sure.
It wouldn't take very long now.

   Kendra's tongue poked and prodded the tiny slit she discovered for a few
seconds before running along the ridges of the crown.  She found a
curiously flat spot, where the ridges met and ran her tongue over it,
feeling Devon's shaft jerk in her hand.

   "Did I do that?" she asked herself and did it again.  This time, the
elongated snake jerked twice, dumping more of the delicious stuff onto her
tongue.

   In his dream, Devon was close to spilling his seed into that wonderful
mouth.  He reached down and cupped his hands around the face of the dream
person pleasing him.  He wanted to thrust into that face but he didn't want
to ruin the glorious feelings.  Any moment, now - oh, God, this was feeling
so good!

   Ellie could see - and Kendra could feel - Devon's cock pulsing strongly
with each passing second as the youngster continued to probe the flat spot
continuously.  Ellie looked past Kendra's fist, noting how tight Devon's
sac had become.

   Devon felt himself right on the edge of orgasm, the incredibly delicious
feeling building inside him.  They raced along his nerve endings, crossing
a certain threshold.  Devon began to wake up as the orgasmic tide continued
to swell.  Of their own volition, his eyes opened; he looked down and
saw...

   The sight of Kendra's face full of throbbing maleness, coupled with the
onrushing force of ejaculation kicked Devon right over the edge.

   "Kenny?" he managed to say before the intense feeling overtook him.  He
hit the wall hard as his seed flowed into her hot mouth.

   "Oh, SHIT!!"

   Kendra was in over her head as the hot, sticky liquid quickly filled her
mouth, spilling out over her lips, down the exposed shaft and onto her
hand. "This new stuff has a stronger taste," she thought while trying to
hold onto the jerking snake in her hand.  She grabbed on with both hands as
Devon continued to empty himself.

   Devon was locked in the stasis grip of his orgasm/ejaculation.  He
couldn't think, couldn't move - all he could do was pump sperm into his
daughter's mouth until, finally, he was released from the paralysis,
drained and, yes, sated.

   Kendra rose to a sitting position, covered with goo.  It was all over
her hands and face - and it felt wonderful!

   While Devon struggled with trying to figure out what was going on, Ellie
moved next to Kendra and began to lick the cooling seed from her daughter's
face.  Scooping up a small bit of it, Ellie slipped her tongue between
Kendra's lips, giving the exhausted youngster some of the fruits of her
labors.

   Kendra felt her mother's tongue inside her mouth along with the gobbet
of sticky stuff.  Still very new at all of this, she awkwardly returned
Ellie's kiss, feeling the stuff sliding down her throat.

   "Are you okay, baby?"

   "I'm fine - did I do it right?"

   Ellie looked over at the blank look on Devon's face before looking back
at Kendra.  "I think you did just fine, baby.  I also think your father
knows you really do love him - even if he doesn't know where he is right
now!"

   Mother and daughter laughed as they made their way into the bathroom,
leaving Devon in the bed wondering what he missed.

   Part V, Chapter Five

   "She did what?" Lorne managed to ask between peals of laughter.

   "You heard me, Dad," Devon said, his face darkening.  "I thought I was
dreaming an when I woke up, I saw Kendra sucking away on me like it was
nobody's business."

   "You know Ellie put her up to it, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I figured as much.  You know what the surprising part was?"

   "What?"

   "She was incredible.  Dad, I'm telling you, she handled it like an old
pro." Devon looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Well, maybe not
like an old pro, but she didn't do bad for her first time."

   Lorne watched his son with undisguised amusement; the younger man was
obviously beside himself in disbelief.  He was also aware of a feeling of
pride swelling in his heart, seeing Devon carrying on the family tradition.

   "Well, son, I'm glad to see things are starting to work out for you. 
Where's Kenny now?"

   "Upstairs with Mom, El and Eti, I think, probably talking about me - I
think my ears feel a little warm."

   Lorne chuckled again.  "Hey, don't look to me for sympathy!"

   Devon smiled sheepishly.  "I didn't really expect any."

   "Glad to hear it.  How's the house coming along?"

   * * *

   Kendra lay next to Etienne, paying close attention to what her great
aunt was saying, not daring to even blink lest she miss something.

   "...then you spread these open, like so and - there's what you're
looking for."

   Kendra watched in utter fascination as Eti spread Kymber's labia,
exposing her clitoris.  On the other side of Kymber, Ellie watched
passively.

   Kymber, however, was just on the other side of heaven, enjoying being
the 'practice dummy' for the youngest member of the family.  So far, she'd
been kissed, licked and nibbled by both Eti and Ellie, no part of her upper
body was left untouched.  And, of course, after being shown what to do,
young Kendra had to practice.  Her nipples still tingled after a
particularly energetic sucking from Kenny.

   "What do I do next?" Kendra asked, clearly enjoying this class in
loving.

   "Oh, that's easy, sweetheart," Eti answered.  "You use your tongue like
this..." Eti lowered her mouth to Kymber's waiting flesh, using her tongue
to paint a wide, wet stripe the entire length of her slit, then lightly
caressing the exposed head of her clitoris with just the tip.

   Kymber shivered at the raspy feel of Eti's tongue, sighing with
contentment.  She felt the evasive muscle at her entrance, probing gently
and she tried to capture it - to no avail.  Kymber knew this to be very
valuable for Kendra's sake- but damn!  Etienne's teasing was driving her
insane.

   "Now, you try it," Eti instructed, switching places with Kendra.

   Kendra moved into position and, as instructed, lifted Kymber's knees and
spread them.  Next, her fingers searched through the thicket of auburn hair
until she found what she was looking for and with renewed confidence,
opened her aunt's outer labia.

   "Hey!  You were right!  It's right where you said it would be!"

   The three older women bit back their laughter.

   "Of course it is, honey," Ellie said.  "My mother wouldn't lie to you."

   Licking her lips, Kendra proceeded to the next part of the test. 
Lowering her mouth, she let her tongue paint a swatch of saliva from the
bottom of Kymber's slit to the top of her clitoris, pausing to flutter her
tongue across the head.

   For Kymber, it was one lick too many, for her barely contained lust
escaped the cage she was holding it in.  As Kendra continue to lick and
tease, Kymber looked at Ellie and used her head to call her.  When Ellie
leaned forward, Kymber surprised her by suddenly reaching up and locking
their lips together.  Instinctively, Ellie returned the kiss as she melted
into the older woman's arms.

   Etienne watched the scene, also surprised at the suddenness of Kymber's
movement.  "Well, Kenny," she said while moving to a position just behind
the youngster.  "It looks like you've started something.  Eti used her
hands to move Kendra's legs until she was on her knees.  Turning onto her
back into the desired position, Etienne helped herself to Kendra's young
flesh, using her moist tongue as an artist would use a paintbrush.

   Meanwhile, Kymber's lust raged out of control as she lavished hot, wet
kissed on each of Ellie's erect nipples while rubbing her niece's clit
furiously.

   "Oh, yes," Ellie moaned.  "Oh, right there, Kymmie.  Do it, oh, do it!"
Her own lust rapidly catching up to her, Ellie changed one source of
pleasure for another, straddling the older woman's face and lowering her
pussy onto her mouth.

   "Oh, shit yes!  Now that's more like it!" Ellie cried out delightedly as
her aunt brought her talented mouth to bear on her heated flesh.  Ellie
looked down at her daughter, who was giving it the old college try.  "Eat
her, baby, show Kymmie how much you love her!"

   Like Kendra really needed the extra encouragement!  Etienne's tongue in
her hot pussy, combined with the dizzying taste, feel and scent of Kymber's
cunt was proving to be more than she could deal with at one time.  Not
experienced with being able to concentrate on more than one thing at a
time, Kendra abandoned her grandmother's soaking wet snatch, feeling the
wetness left on her face.

   No problem there, though.  Ellie quickly took her daughter's place
between Kymber's legs, determined to give as good as she was getting - and
then some.

   Kendra shook with the electric feeling of Eti's tongue probing her
insides.  Unable to remain in the sitting position any longer, Kendra fell
forward - and right into the biggest clit (that was the word for it, wasn't
it?) she'd seen yet, knowing she just had to 'practice' on it as well. 
After Etienne assisted her by spreading her legs wide, Kendra captured the
giant-sized clit, shocked at the size and feel of it.  It filled her mouth,
hot and fat - this was so much fun!

   * * *

   "So you figured out how to get the computer to turn the lights on and
off after all!" Lorne asked before taking another sip of his drink.

   "Yeah, it took a while..." Devon stopped in mid-sentence.

   "What's wrong, son?" Lorne asked, instantly alert.

   "Nothing, I think.  You know, they've been up there an awful long time."

   "What's your point?"

   "Don't you think we should check on them or something?"

   "You're kidding, right?  Stop worrying about Kenny; I'm sure they're
filling her head with all kinds of good things."

   * * *

   Kendra felt the first hot spurts of her grandmother's juices splash onto
her tongue; the taste surprising her - but not as much as the sheer volume
of stuff that just seem to keep pouring from just above the Eti's gaping
slit.  It just kept coming as Kendra lifted her head.  Beneath her, Etienne
shook wildly as the orgasmic storm pounded her.

   "Ah, ah!" Eti gasped, burying her face as far as she could get it
between Kendra's legs.  Latching onto the rather small bud of clitoris, Eti
sucked - hard.

   A bomb went off inside of Kendra as her first female-induced orgasm
ripped through her.  "Oh, my!  Grandmom?  It's happening..." Another
explosion tore its way through the helpless youngster as Eti continue to
suck the twitching finger of flesh.  Drained and feeling wasted, Kendra
collapsed onto Etienne, holding on for dear life as she succumbed to the
little death.

   * * *

   "So what do you think they're doing?"

   "Who cares, Dev?  What's with you anyway?"

   "I guess I'm being a little overprotective, Dad."

   "I have no idea why; your daughter is in good hands."

   * * *

   Kymber had polished off Ellie in no time flat - who said you lose
something when you get older - searching for another body to ravage.  She
didn't have to look far.  Emerald green eyes locked on Kendra's prone form
- it was time for a little payback, wouldn't you say?

   The object of Kymber's lust had just about recovered from the most
intense feeling she'd ever had, which was really saying something, since
she had only felt this feeling one time before.  Feeling the bed dip
slightly, Kendra looked up just in time to see her other grandmother dive
into her overheated sex.  Raw, intense sensations bit at her nerve endings
as Kymber's tongue pierced her young slit, a kaleidoscope of colors racing
through her head.  Unable to resist, Kendra surrendered to Kymber's
unwavering, relentless attention.

   "Ooh, what the hell was that?" Ellie sat up, shaking her head to clear
the cobwebs.  She didn't have a chance to find out, however.  Armed with a
gigantic strap-on dildo, Etienne was on her before she knew it.  Ellie
cried out more in surprise than pain as the oversized implement tore into
her, filling her beyond anything she'd felt since giving birth to Kenny.

   "Oh, shit - NO!!" she screamed as Eti withdrew and impaled her daughter
with the unyielding rubberized cock.

   "Oh, yes, my love!  This is a little something I've been saving just for
you!" Eti grinned evilly as she punished Ellie's slit with short, savage
strokes.  "How do you like it, love?"

   "Christ, it's huge!" Ellie managed to say as her body was rocked once
again with the force of her mother's urgent thrusts.

   "I thought you'd like it, babe," Etienne said.

   This wasn't an ordinary marital aid!  Eti's own sheath was filled with a
slightly smaller version of the implement she was using on her daughter. 
Each time she surged into Ellie, the motion shoved the dildo buried in her
a little deeper.  To add to the user's pleasure, there was a series of
rubber fingers, positioned just right to provide exquisite pleasure to the
wearer's clitoris.

   * * *

   Lorne looked in the direction of the stairs leading upstairs then
glanced at his watch.

   "They have been up there for a while, haven't they?"

   "That's what I was saying an hour ago."

   Lorne shrugged.  "Let's give them a few more minutes - the we'll go
check on them.  Maybe they're taking a nap or something."

   "Or something," agreed Devon.

   * * *

   Etienne slowly withdrew the dildo from Ellie, satisfied her daughter
wouldn't be waking up any time sooner.  Her own passions were just about to
give out; between the mini-dildo inside her, the rubber fingers against her
clit, and the unbridled joy in fucking her darling daughter into oblivion,
Eti was ready to take a nap herself - but not before she got to use her
little toy on Kymber.

   Kymber was quite unaware of the 'danger' approaching from the rear.  Her
entire attention was focused on sucking the last dregs of girl-juice from
her granddaughter.  Getting to her knees, Kymber leaned forward to kiss
Kendra tenderly.

   "Hey, babe - you okay?"

   Kendra opened her eyes just long enough to answer.  "Yes, thank you, I'm
fine.  Dinner was good." Her eyes closed again as she drifted off to sleep.

   Kymber laughed softly as she gathered herself onto her knees, moving to
one side as not to awaken the sated youngster.  Just in time to feel the
12-inch long, 4-inch thick dildo bludgeon its way into her.

   "Hi there, my darling step-mother; I've been waiting for you!"

   "Ugh!" Kymber grunted as the huge tool pulled out and slammed into her
again.  She felt her sister/daughter get a firm grip on her shapely hips to
hold her steady - and to keep Kymber from escaping.

   "Damn it!  I don't know where you got that from, but keep it going,
darling.  Ream me with it!"

   "Oh, you can count on it, dearest," Etienne answered, her voice low and
husky.

   * * *

   "Okay, I've had just about enough of waiting!  I'm going up there!"
Devon launched himself out of his chair, heading for the staircase.

   "Devon!  Hold up!" Lorne almost tripped over his own chair attempting to
catch up with his impatient son.

   Being younger and, hence, faster, Devon made it up the steps, taking
them three at a time, stopping at the top.  Looking left then right, he
tried to determine where the women were.  On a hunch, Devon headed towards
his old bedroom - with his father right behind him.

   * * *

   Etienne looked down at the perspiration-drenched form of her
step-mother, taking extra care in removing the mini-dildo from her tender
orifice.  Even semi-conscious, Kymber's prone form continued to twitch in
response as her final orgasm cascaded through her.  Nodding to herself and
feeling quite satisfied with a job well done, Eti placed the impressive
implement on the floor next to the bed before curling up next to the
closest warm body, falling instantly asleep.

   * * *

   Lorne caught up with Devon just as he reached the door of his former
room.  "I wouldn't go in there," he warned.

   "Why not?  Is there something going on you're not telling me?"

   Lorne held up his hands defensively.  "No, no.  Of course not, son."

   "Then there's no reason why I shouldn't go in."

   Lorne had to think about that for a moment before answering.  "No, I
suppose not."

   "I didn't think so."

   Devon turned the doorknob and gave it a little push, the door opening
soundlessly.  Peering around the doorjamb and looking to the left, he
didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so he poked his head further into
the room, looking to the right.

   Behind him, Lorne whispered, "What is it?  What do you see?"

   Devon stepped fully into the room, followed by his father, who followed
his gaze.

   "Will you look at this?" Devon whispered.

   "Oh, my goodness," breathed Lorne.  "What the hell happened in here?"

   Father and son looked in total disbelief at the women of the Williams
family, all peacefully sleeping with their bodies interlaced with one
another.

   "I'll be damned if I know, Dad," Devon admitted, noticing his daughter
nestled like a spoon against his mother, thumb in mouth, sound asleep.  And
totally naked, just like his mother, aunt, and sister.

   Lorne scratched his head.  "Whatever it was, it must have really been
something - it's a shame we missed it."

   As he crossed to the night stand to turn off the light, Devon's foot
brushed against something.  "Hey, look at this!" He bent over and picked up
the object, holding it up for his father to see.

   "Jesus!" Lorne exclaimed, taking the monster dildo from Devon.  "What in
the world is this?"

   Devon had made his way back to his father's side.  "I've got a better
question.  Who used it on whom?" He frowned for a moment before his eyes
went wide with alarm.

   Lorne saw the look - he was thinking the same thing.  "I'm sure they
didn't..." he started.

   "Lord, I hope not!" Devon hissed, going over to Kendra's sleeping form.
Gently, he opened her legs, looking for any signs of blood and finding
none. Gingerly, he inserted a finger into her.

   Kendra smiled and said, "Yummy.  More please."

   Lorne and Devon exchanged mystified looks, both wondering what she was
dreaming.

   Devon's finger continued to probe his daughter's tight orifice until he
came in contact with her hymen.  Finding it intact, he withdrew his finger,
noticing it was slick with girl stuff.

   He motioned for his father to follow him out of the room.  Once safely
in the hallway, Devon first sniffed then sucked the juices from his finger.

   "Well, that thing wasn't used on her, but she's had herself one hell of
an evening."

   Lorne nodded in agreement.  "I can't wait to hear about this in the
morning."

   Part V, Chapter Six

   "Will you please sit still!"

   Kendra winced under her mother's sharp tone, willing herself to sit
patiently while Ellie finished with her hair.

   "I can't help it," she complained.  "I'm a little nervous."

   Ellie inserted an amber-colored bead, putting the finishing touch on the
last braid.  "I know this is a big event for you, but it's nothing to get
wired over."

   Kendra turned and looked at her mother.  "I'm a few hours away from
becoming a woman and you think it's nothing to be wired about?"

   Ellie regarded the 13-year-old with a mixture of pride and amusement. 
She and Devon had agreed the day after the all-girl orgy on waiting a while
before Kendra would be allowed to officially give up her virginity.  The
decision was met with a great deal of disappointment, however.  Ellie
remembered how much Kendra had protested all too well.

   * * *

   "But, Mom!  I'm ready for it!" Twelve years old, going on thirty, Kendra
stomped across the room, flopping down on Devon's recliner.

   "I'm sure you really believe that, Kenny.  The bad news is I don't agree
with you."

   "You're being unreasonable."

   Ellie hated when Kendra got like this.  "I am not being unreasonable. 
In fact, it's more reasonable than you can imagine."

   "I have to have him inside me - I need to feel my father's cock inside
me."

   A bit of a filthy mouth, too, it would seem.

   "And I want you to have him - it's all he talks about anymore.  But,
you're not old enough for the implant."

   "Oh, that again."

   "Yes, that - again.  Your father and I feel it would be better for you
to wait until you've had the contraceptive implant done.  This way, you can
go for what you know without ever having to worry about having children at
your age."

   "It didn't seem to stop you.  I remember you telling me you were 16 when
you had me."

   Ellie knew where this was going - they've had this argument monthly for
the last three years.  "Your grandfather hadn't invented it then - and you
know it." She made a point of tapping the bracelet worn on her left wrist.

   "Sometime I think Granddad invented it just to frustrate me."

   Ellie rolled her eyes heavenward.  "Kendra, please.  Try to look at it
from our point."

   Kendra didn't have one problem understanding her mother's point.  In
fact, she actually agreed with it - better to be safe than sorry.  This was
just Kendra's way of pushing the situation, hoping to get under her
mother's skin just enough to allow her to join with her father.

   "I know where you stand.  I have to be 13 to legally have the implant
and I won't be 13 for another three months."

   "Then why do we have to keep going through this?"

   "I might get lucky and you'll change your mind." Kendra flashed her
mother an impish smile.

   "Fat chance, young lady.  Nice try, though.  Now, let's get ready for
dinner."

   "Oh, all right."

   * * *

   It seemed to Kendra the three months lasted three years.  She glanced
down at the gold and silver bracelet on her left wrist.  Born from Lorne's
genetic scanner technology, the bracelet was the only visible part of the
contraceptive device.  Implanted under the skin of her forearm, just above
her wrist, a receiving device had been placed - the bracelet was the
transmitter.  Attuned precisely to her genetic structure, the transmitter
sent a coded signal to the receiver which prevented her from becoming
pregnant.  If pregnancy was desired after implantation, all the wearer had
to do was remove the bracelet and place it in a special box which cut off
the signal.  Since no two genetic patterns were exactly alike, each
bracelet had its own unique signal.

   Kendra didn't quite understand how it worked, even though her
grandfather and father explained it to her a few times.  She knew the
bracelet represented a breakthrough of major proportions to the medical
community, as well as making her grandfather an extremely wealthy man;
however, to Kendra it meant the fulfillment of a life-long desire.

   "When will Dad be home?"

   Ellie looked at the wall clock.  "In about forty-five minutes.  You'd
better go get ready."

   Kendra nodded and headed for her bedroom.  Once inside, she stood in
front of the mirror as she undressed.  Pulling her shirt over her head
exposed her breasts, taking note of her nipples which were already erect in
anticipation.  Frowning, she remembered her father liked her mother's
large, pendulous breasts; immediately, she worried about whether or not
he'd find hers attractive.  "I'm sure he'll like them - he spends a lot of
time looking at them," she assured herself.  Satisfied, her gaze when down
her flat tummy to the nest of light brown hair surrounding her mons.

   "A little too bushy," she said aloud.  Opening a drawer, Kendra withdrew
a pair of scissors.  Soon the room was filled with the slight sound of hair
being cut as she trimmed the excess hair.  After a few well-placed snips,
Kendra was finally satisfied with the results.  Checking the clock by the
bed, Kendra saw she only had twenty minutes to get ready.

   After making sure her braids were covered, Kendra stepped into the
shower spray.  The hot water soothed and relaxed her tense body.  Grabbing
the body shampoo, Kendra quickly worked up a luxurious lather; within
minutes, she was clean and refreshed.  Stepping from the warmth of the
shower into the relative coolness of the bathroom sent a delicious chill
through her, further hardening her nipples.

   Kendra quickly dried herself.  After remembering to hang up the damp
towel, she rushed into her room, looking at the clock.

   She muttered a curse; "I've only got ten minutes left!" Kendra was in
the process of spraying her favorite perfume on her when a soft chime
sounded - the intercom her father had installed a couple of years ago when
she had fractured her ankle after falling out of a tree.

   "Kenny?"

   "Yes, Mom - I'm here."

   "Your father's home."

   "I'm almost ready."

   Ellie could tell her daughter had been rushing to complete her
preparation.  Serves her right for taking too long in the shower!

   "Take your time, honey; he just went upstairs and should be in the
bathroom even as we speak."

   "Does he suspect anything?" Kendra was counting on taking her father
completely by surprise.

   "Not a thing."

   "Mom, thanks."

   "For what?"

   "For everything."

   "Enjoy yourself, darling."

   "I will, believe me!"

   Kendra could hear her mother's soft laughter just before the intercom
clicked off.  Another glance at the clock told her she had about five extra
minutes.  Crossing to her closet, she reached inside to retrieve the
package containing the teddy nightgown she'd bought for this special night.

   Removing it from the box, Kendra held it up to the light, hoping her
father would like its sea-green color.  More, she really hoped he loved
what the teddy contained!

   The silk-and-lace garment felt deliciously cool against her skin. 
Turning, she made one final check.  Hair braided in her customary
corn-rows, no make-up, just a hint of perfume.  Perfect.  Turning out the
light, she went to fulfill her destiny.

   * * *

   Devon felt human once again after his shower, glad to have the dried
perspiration and dirt off and down the drain.  With some luck, his parents
would enjoy the new shrubbery for years to come.  He sat on the edge of the
bed taking a moment to view the spectacular sunset.

   "I am one lucky man.  Can it ever get any better than this?" he said
aloud, stretching out on the bed.  The sun had disappeared in a blaze of
gold and orange, along with the prettiest shade of violet he'd ever seen.

   "Yes," he repeated.  "A lucky man." Smiling at his good fortune, Devon
closed his eyes for some much needed rest.  Or so he thought.

   Kendra stood before the closed door trying to calm herself - to no
avail. Instead of knocking, she walked away, silently cursing her
foolishness.

   "It's not like I've never been here before.  It's not like we've never
done anything, so why am I nervous?"

   "Because," she said, answering her own question, "tonight we play for
keeps." Having settled matters with herself, Kendra returned to the door,
knocking on it with conviction.

   "Come in."

   Kendra took another moment to make sure everything was perfect before
entering the room, which was in total darkness.  The anxious young woman
was momentarily blinded during the transition from the light in the hallway
to the darkness of the room.

   Devon, however, was completely acclimated to the darkness.  "Hi, Kenny!
What can I do for you, honey?"

   With her eyes slowly adjusting, Kendra moved in the direction of her
father's voice.  "There's something we need to discuss if you have the
time."

   Devon felt the fatigue fall away at her announcement; anything which
concerned Kenny required his undivided attention.  For example, he noticed
Kendra wasn't in her usual nighttime attire - especially since it wasn't
bed time.

   "Come on over, sit, and let's talk," he said, patting a spot next to him
on the bed.

   Her heart pounding, Kendra sat next to him.

   "That's a lovely outfit you've got on - is it new?"

   "Yes - I've never worn it before."

   "You look good in it.  What's on your mind?"

   Kendra's mind picked that precise moment to draw a blank.

   "Kenny?"

   "Huh?"

   "You said you wanted to talk, so talk!"

   "Um, well, I love you very much."

   "Thanks, hon.  I love you, too."

   "We've had a lot of fun together and you've taught me a great deal about
love."

   "You're too kind, darling."

   Kendra frowned; this wasn't going the way she planned.  Didn't he notice
her perfume or the way the teddy showed off her breasts in such an enticing
way?

   "Was there something else you wanted to say, dear?"

   Frustration began to set in, making Kendra feel as if she were five
again.  Okay.  So much for the coy approach.  Looking into her father's
eyes (or in the general direction, anyway), she said, "I just have one
other thing to say."

   It was all Devon could do to keep from laughing hysterically.  Somehow
he managed long enough to say, "What's that."

   Kendra held out her left arm in response.

   "Hey, you've been implanted!  Congratulations!  You know what that
means, don't you?"

   "No, what?" Kendra's deepening frustration was beginning to show.

   Devon sat forward until his nose was mere centimeters from Kendra's. 
"It means, my love, I am going to eat you alive and love you like you've
never been loved before." Cupping Kendra's face in his hands, Devon kissed
his daughter deeply.

   Kendra melted into his embrace, his tongue reawakening her desire to
become one with him.  His hands, cool against her rapidly heating flesh,
missed nothing as he fondled Kendra through the flimsy material of the
negligee.

   Devon broke the kiss, looking into Kendra's eyes for only a moment
before untying the silken cord holding things in place.

   "You are so lovely," he whispered.  "I've been waiting for this moment
for a very long time."

   Kendra's only response was to moan softly as Devon opened the gossamer
strands of her nightie, exposing her breasts.  Soft, fluttering kisses lips
trailed lusty fire along her neck while his fingers toyed with hard,
sensitive nipples.

   Devon pressed his daughter onto her back before continuing, inhaling the
scent of baby-soft skin at her throat.

   "Oh, yes.  This is so nice," he muttered, lowering his mouth to capture
an erect nipple, nipping it with his teeth.  All Kendra could do was submit
to her father's energy as one nipple, then the other, received lavish
attention, heighten her lust and fueling her desire.

   "More, please give me more," Kendra purred.

   "Whatever you wish, my lady." Standing, Devon removed his briefs freeing
his manhood, pausing for a moment for Kendra to take in the sight.

   "Yeah," she cooed.  "That's what I want.  Give it to me, Daddy."

   "Oh, no!  Did you think it would be that easy?"

   "Please, don't tease me."

   Devon laughed softly as he removed the nearly invisible panties.  "I'm
not through with you yet," he teased, moving to cover her mons with his
mouth, his talented tongue expertly cleaving her labia to flutter against
her clitoris.

   Kendra's back arched at the contact, her back arching.  "You bastard!"
she shrieked, grabbing two hands full of curly hair to hold him against her
center.  "Eat me, you fucker!  Eat my pussy!"

   Devon smiled - he just loved it when she got like this.  It never failed
to excite him and this time wasn't any different.  He sucked Kenny's clit
savagely as the young woman continue to curse him, humping her pussy
against his face.

   "Go, go, go," she chanted as an orgasm wormed its way along her nerve
endings.  "One more, damn it, gimme another.  Work it, Daddy!"

   Devon's passions were fired and running at full throttle.  He slipped a
finger inside her, feeling her slick juices coat it.  He let it linger for
a few second as he continued to torture her clitoris.

   "Oh, no you don't!  Get that finger out of there!  I only want one thing
inside me tonight!"

   The hotter she got, the more filthy her mouth became.  What an
interesting transformation for someone normally quiet and reserved!  Devon
let his finger hang out for one more second before plunging it into her
anus.

   "SHIT, YES!"

   Yeah, Kendra was clearly over the edge and having big fun, Devon
thought, as he slid into her tight orifice up to the second knuckle. 
Without giving her a chance to adjust, he pistoned the invading digit into
her savagely several times before removing it.

   "Play time is over, little girl," he growled, forcing her legs open with
his hands.  "Your ass is mine!"

   A chill went through Kendra at his words as she felt her father's hands
slide under her buttocks, lifting her.

   "Daddy, no..." she protested weakly - and not meaning it one damned bit.
Tiny jolts of ecstasy coursed through her as she felt the first touches of
his swollen glans.

   "Too late, baby; I gotta do you - I just gotta love you."

   "Do it, then." Kendra held her breath as the pressure against her
opening increased.  The young woman shuddered as the spongy head passed
into her, coming to rest against her cherry.

   "Come on, you bastard; don't make me wait for it."

   Devon smiled evilly.  "Whatever you say."

   A white-hot bolt of pain tore through Kendra as Devon plowed into her,
easily shredding the overmatched membrane.  With nothing to stand in his
way, Devon filled his daughter with hot, hard man-meat, feeling his balls
slap against her ass.

   Devon held Kendra, kissing away the tears which flowed freely down her
face, not knowing if they were caused by his entrance or her happiness - or
both.

   "Hey, hey," he said softly.  "You okay?"

   Kendra looked at him through tear-filled eyes.  "What did you stop for?
You're not done yet."

   "That's all I needed to hear," Devon said - and proceeded to pound the
living hell out of Kendra, fucking into her with short, hard strokes and
setting off a series of erotic explosions inside her body.  The pain
quickly became a distant memory, being as replaced by a soothing sense of
fullness as Devon stretched her wide and deep.

   "How do you like it?  Is it what you thought it would be?"

   "I never thought it could be like this."

   "Kenny?"

   "Hmm?"

   "I love you so very much." Four rapid thrusts pinned Kendra in place as
Devon's urgency grew.

   "I love you, too, Daddy," she moaned feeling his cock beginning to swell
inside of her.  Kendra could feel his movements getting short and faster.

   "DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" The curse exploded from his lips just as the
first strong spurt of semen jetted from him to coat her once-virginal
sheath.

   "Oh, shit - I can feel it!" Kendra was off in her own world as her
father continued to spill his love inside her.  The final wave was
beginning to crest inside her and Kendra rode it, reveling the high it gave
her.

   "Oh, no, oh, shit, OH FUCK!" Kendra was a screaming, gyrating demon as
she crashed and burned with lust, the orgasmic riptide carrying her off. 
She struggled against the darkness which had appeared at the edge of her
consciousness as wave after wave of pleasure inundated her senses.

   Devon continued to fuck into Kendra's spasming flesh, feeling spurt
after spurt of girl-juice flowing from her.  "Geez," he thought.  "Is she
ever gonna stop?"

   Kendra continue to buck against him as the intense feelings took their
toll on her, overloaded already overtaxed senses.  Her motions became
weaker and erratic until, finally, she collapsed.

   Devon looked down at the unconscious woman's perspiration drenched face,
smiling.  As he pulled his shrinking member from the tight grip of her
vagina, Devon couldn't help from feeling good and satisfied.  He got out of
the bed, going into the bathroom.  Closing the door, he flipped on the
light and examined his cock.  After running the water, he wiped away the
blood-streaked remnants of semen.  Grabbing another washcloth, he soaked it
before returning to the bed.

   Devon hesitated for a moment to take a good look at his daughter.  Even
though she was out like the proverbial light - she always did it when a
particularly good orgasm got the better of her - Devon could see Kendra had
turned out to be a very lovely young woman.  Counting himself amongst the
luckiest of men, he applied the cool cloth to Kendra's overheated body.

   The cool water did its job, reviving the exhausted woman.  Kendra's eyes
fluttered open and she smiled.

   "I did it again, huh?"

   Taking her hands in his, Devon said, "Looks like it, babe.  How do you
feel?"

   "Good.  Happy.  Sore.  God, you are one huge man!"

   "No, I'm not - it just feels that way now.  Don't worry, you'll get used
to it soon enough."

   Devon placed the washcloth on the table beside him before joining Kendra
on the bed.  He kissed her softly several times while stroking her face.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yeah, Kenny?"

   "Thank you for loving me."

   "Thanks for letting me love you, darling.  Now, get some rest."

   "'Kay," she muttered before drifting off to sleep.

   After making sure Kendra was comfortable, Devon went to find Ellie.

   Sitting in the kitchen, Ellie heard Devon's approach and greeted him
with a huge smile.

   "You must have really done a number on her," she said after hugging and
kissing her brother.  "I could hear her all the way down here."

   "Yeah, it was pretty wild," Devon admitted, taking a seat next to his
sister.  "You know, that girl has a very filthy mouth."

   "Don't I know it!"

   "I wonder where she picked up that bad habit," Devon mused while casting
a sideways glance at Ellie.

   "Not from me," Ellie said - unconvincingly at that.

   "Come on, El.  Let's use Kenny's room and get some sleep."

   "Right behind you!"

   Hand in hand, they climbed the stairs, stopping to check on Kendra who
was sleeping peacefully.

   As they snuggled in Kendra's bed, Ellie said, "You've created a monster,
you know."

   "Have I?"

   "Just wait and see."

   Part V, Chapter Seven

   Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the
next, emptiness.  Kendra experienced all these sensations as the hard penis
invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She held her
breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but yielding
mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.  Wet,
slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special arousal
factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

   Kenny sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her
completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her womb
as the man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable
sensation through her to be added to those already present.  The young
woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips
upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

   The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body
meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his
thrusts.  Kendra lifted her shapely legs higher, to give the man greater
access to her sweltering sex.  Her senses were becoming overloaded, her
body literally rebounding from the bedding, only to be met by the man's
savage thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly.

   More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar
tingling.  A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase
twofold.  Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes
closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

   The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his
thick tool grew larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting
sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth
hardness inside her.  A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her,
causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading shaft. 
Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.  Then
she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. 
Kendra floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his
spurting cock into her as if he could get further into her body.  The
frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside
her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if
electrocuted.

   Another contraction, another splash of juices to mix with his as,
finally, the intensity began to subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly
feeling.  The man's last spurts of semen flowed into her as he collapsed
against her, breathing heavily.

   "You know, " she said, her voice cracking slightly, "For an old man, you
ain't half bad."

   The man propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her smiling
face.  Laughing, he replied, "Seems you didn't think I was so old just a
few moments ago."

   "A few moments ago, I wouldn't have cared if the earth opened and
swallowed me whole." Kendra looked over at her grandfather with deep love
and affection.

   "You were wonderful, Granddad; everything they said you were and them
some."

   "Aw, 'twas nothing!" Lorne leaned across the short distance between them
and kissed Kendra while tweaking her still-erect nipple.

   "Mmm," she moaned.  "Better watch yourself, old guy; don't start
something you can't finish."

   "Not very damned likely, little girl," Lorne replied, running his hands
along the curves of her body.  "You're good, but you're not that good."

   "I see you wanna find out the hard way," Kendra responded, moving slowly
toward him..

   Lorne refused to back down.  "You'd better bring friends because you're
going to need them to save your young ass."

   Kendra sat across Lorne feeling her passion renewing at his challenge,
biding her time for just the right moment.  Lorne relaxed and she made her
move, swiftly capturing his penis with her mouth, swirling her tongue
around the sensitive knob as fast and as hard as she could.

   Lorne went from being completely relaxed to total rigidity, his raw
nerve endings screaming in protest.  His hands went to her bobbing head in
an attempt to remove the source, just as Kendra relaxed her throat and
swallowed him whole.  Instantly, the fiery sensations vanished - only to be
replaced by the luxurious feeling of his cock swelling in the deep recesses
of her mouth.

   "Oh, it's gonna be like that, huh?  Granddaughter, you just bit off more
than you can chew."

   Kendra ignored the seemingly empty threat; what could he possibly do? 
Satisfied that Lorne was bluffing, she continued to suck him, savoring the
unique flavor of pussy-flavored dick.  Working her way back to the tip of
his shaft, Kendra once again teased his knob with her tongue while
massaging his thickening shaft with her hand.

   Lorne settled into the moment, loving the feel of Kenny's soft, wet
mouth on his flesh.  For long moments, he watched his granddaughter loving
his cock as it disappeared into her mouth.  He looked up from the
intoxicating scene taking place between his legs and nodded in apparent
approval.

   Kendra looked up at her grandfather just as he nodded, feeling a great
deal of pride and pleasure at his acknowledgment of her skills.  Taking a
breath, Kendra took Lorne deeper into her throat...

   And felt the incredible impact of a steel-hard penis driving into her
from behind.  Shock and surprise registered on her face as she lost her
hold on Lorne's phallus.  "Pick on my father, will you?" Devon's voice made
Kendra realized she had been set up from the very beginning.

   "Didn't I teach you to respect your elders, Little One?  No?  Well, this
is the price you have to pay."

   Lorne's low, lusty laugh reached her unbelieving ears.  "Son, your
timing is perfect, as always.  Shall we teach this little vixen of yours
some proper manners?"

   Devon grunted as he drove into his daughter.  "Why the hell not?"
Grabbing two hands full of young, sweet ass, he removed his cock from her
reawakened pussy, holding her firmly in place while Lorne shifted his
position under her.  Devon reached down with one hand and massaged his
father's penis, stopping long enough to give the head a generous dollop of
saliva before positioning it at the entrance of Kendra's cunt.

   "Ready?" Devon asked his father, who responded by nodded.

   "No!" Kendra screamed.  "What are you..."

   "Shut up, woman," Lorne said with a viciousness he really didn't feel.
He did, however, know of her fondness for hot, raunchy, no-holds-barred
sex. Although not his preferred methods, he played his role to perfection.

   With an arm around her waist to prevent escape, Devon guided Kendra's
quivering center onto his father's cock.  Then, using his hands on her
shoulders, Devon sat her down - hard.

   Kendra gasped at the sudden penetration, her breath releasing in one
long hiss.  She looked down at her grandfather with lust-filled eyes.

   "You think I can't handle this?  Old man, you're dead wrong!" To prove
her point, Kendra began to ride his maleness, slamming her buttocks down
hard.  She let a curse fall from her lips as the knob of Lorne's cock
rammed into her womb.  "Oh, shit, yes!  I love this fucking thing!"

   Her father's voice appeared in her ear.  "Then you'll like this even
better!"

   Without warning, the crown of his penis pressed against the opening of
her anus.  As the bulbous head passed into her, Devon grunted with the
effort.  The ultra-slick lubricant did its job well as Devon continued his
passage into her back hole, grimacing at the incredibly tight feeling as
Kendra's sphincter vainly tried to deny him access to her nether regions.

   With two hot erections filling her, Kendra was stunned into silence, her
mind frantically trying to concentrate on the two sensations assaulting her
- and failing.  All she could do was hold on for dear life as the tag-team
effort continued against her.

   "Damn, Dad," Devon exclaimed, "I can feel your cock against mine - it
feels so fucking good!"

   Lost in the dual sensations, Lorne decided to let his body do his
talking.  Father and son had fallen into a steady, comfortable rhythm; now
it was time to put some shit into the game.  Lines of concentration creased
his forehead as Lorne increased his strokes inside Kendra, feeling Devon's
thickness through the thin membrane separating them.  Quickly, they fell
out of time, each man pounding into Kendra at will.

   "Damn it!  Oh, fuck!  You're tearing me apart!" Not surprising, neither
man deigned to answer her pleas - not that Kenny expected one, each lost in
the all-encompassing grip of passion.

   The friction was becoming unbearable as precious lubricating fluids were
whisked away by the invading phalluses; Kendra felt as if her body were on
fire.  In an act of what could be called desperation, Kendra did the only
thing she could do.  With a massive effort, she willed her battered muscles
to clamp down, trapping father and son within her.  The sudden pressure
against their cocks was enough to launch them straight over the precipice.

   Devon felt his manhood expand suddenly, pressing hard against the veined
dagger under him.  "Damn!" he cursed.  "Not now!" Past the point of no
return, Devon flooded Kendra's anal cavity with his seed.

   Lorne felt his son's meat swell, felt the strong pulses against his own
swollen member.  He released pearly love into Kendra in great spurts, his
body shaking with the effort.

   "Oh, yeah!  That's what I'm talking about!  Fill her, Dev!  Fill your
daughter's hot ass!"

   The room was filled with grunts and groans of agony/ecstasy as the men
continued to feed Kendra's body with their sperm.  Not to be left out,
Kendra had reached her limit right after they began to ejaculate, washing
their thrice-joined bodies with a little liquid of her own.

   Exhausted and sore, Devon withdrew from Kendra's rectal prison, allowing
the spent young woman to collapse onto Lorne's chest.  On his knees behind
Kendra, Devon could see his father's cock still deeply imbedded in her
pussy, long streams of semen flowing along the exposed portion of his
shaft. Leaning forward, Devon greedily lapped up the offering, feeling a
rush of exhilaration as the musky tastes flowed across his tongue.

   Lorne asked, "Well, Kenny, what did you think?"

   When she didn't answer, Devon said, "Kendra?" Moving around to his
right, he peered into Kendra's face.

   Kendra's face was wet with tears and her mouth was open slightly.  Devon
reached up and stroked her tangled hair before looking at his father.

   "Out?" Lorne asked.

   "Like a light." Devon confirmed.  "She really enjoys herself, doesn't
she?"

   With a little help from Devon, Lorne freed himself from Kendra, laying
her down in a spot which wasn't too wet with the juices their love had
wrought.

   "She does, at that.  You were right when you said she'd enjoy this."
Devon nodded in agreement.

   "I'm worried about something, though," Lorne continued as he stood and
stretched like a cat.

   "What's that, Dad?"

   "She likes it rough and raunchy; did you teach her this?"

   "No way, Dad - it surprised me and El, too.  Maybe this is her way of
expressing those things she doesn't when she's not being made love to."

   Lorne looked thoughtful.  "I suppose you're right, son; normally, you
can't get her to say two words at the same time."

   Devon's soft laugh filled the room as he joined his father.  "Maybe she
saves it all up for moments like this."

   "Hey, she's your daughter - live with it!"

   "You know it.  How 'bout something to drink?  I don't know about you,
but all this loving makes me thirsty!"

   "You're on." Reaching the door, he turned to take one last look at the
incredibly sexy young woman on his bed.  Kendra had curled up on her side,
sleeping the sleep of the innocent.

   Part V, Chapter Eight

   Joined together in love and happiness, life for the Williams family
couldn't be better.  Kendra grew into a fine young woman, taking every
opportunity to add to her already impressive store of knowledge in the
subjects of loving and living, often to the chagrin of anyone foolish
enough to tangle with her.  She seemed to be insatiable, making love with a
gusto no one expected of her.

   Once everyone decided Kendra's behavior was simply her way of
expression, it made making love with her easier to understand.  Devon and
Ellie were concerned her wild, lusty behavior was some sort of rebellion
against their chosen lifestyle, so they asked her about it.

   "Rebelling?  Against what?" came the exasperated answer.  "Mom, Dad, I
couldn't be any happier!  Whatever gave you an idea like that?"

   Devon had the audacity to look sheepish.  "Um, honey, it's just, shit -
how can I say this without sounding insulting?"

   "Just say it, Dad."

   "When you make love, you're, ah..."

   Kendra smiled and finished the sentence for her father.  "'Wild' is a
good word."

   Relaxing, Devon looked at Ellie with obvious relief.  "Yeah, I suppose
it is at that."

   "You two worry too much.  After all, you made me this way."

   This time Ellie jumped in.  "We did what?"

   Kendra turned to look at her mother, love softening her already soft
expression.  "Mother, what have you and Dad been teaching me all my life?
To live life with gusto, right?  Well, I choose to express the gusto part
of it when I'm making love with my family."

   Kendra's parents just looked at each other, realizing she was right.

   "I hope we didn't offend you, darling; we were just a little concerned."

   "No offense taken!  May I be excused?  I'm supposed to pick Adam up in
20 minutes."

   A moment of silence passed as Devon looked from Kendra to Ellie and back
to Kendra.

   "'Adam?' Who is Adam?"

   Kendra looked directly at her mother.  "Mom, you didn't tell him about
Adam?  You promised!"

   It was Ellie's turn to look sheepish.  "Oh, hell!  I knew there was
something I forgot to tell you."

   "So it would seem, woman.  So, who's Adam?"

   "Adam is a guy I met at school - he plays in the band.  He's really nice
and I agreed to go out with him."

   Alarms began to sound off inside Devon's head.  With a coolness he
didn't feel, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

   Mother and daughter looked at Devon curiously.

   "Is there a reason why I shouldn't?"

   "Think about it for a moment."

   Kendra made a show of thinking.  After a second or so, she threw her
arms up.  "Okay, I'll bite.  Why shouldn't I go out with Adam?"

   Ellie was the first to get Devon's point.  "Your father's concerned he
may discover our 'little secret.'" Devon confirmed with a nod; until now,
they hadn't had to deal with this situation before...

   Kendra sat down as her mother's words sunk in.  "You know," she finally
said after a moment.  "It never occurred to me.  What should I do?  I
really like him!"

   "Kenny, darling, I'm not saying you can't go out with him.  I'm not even
saying you can't make love with him.  I just feel you should be careful. 
If our family has a weakness, it is the 'fear' of discovery."

   "Even today, society just doesn't want to understand our way of life,"
Ellie added.  "One 'wrong' word to the wrong person, and there could be
trouble for us all."

   Of course, Kendra was already aware of these facts; it had been an
integral part of her upbringing.

   Devon continued with, "How well do you know him?"

   "Well enough to have decided to go out with him.  He seems pretty
level-headed about a lot of things."

   "Kenny, honey, I don't think your father is trying to sour you on
getting into a relationship with someone else, but he does have a point."

   "You're right, Mom - he does.  I'm sorry; I just never thought about it
before I met him.  I always figured on not meeting anyone I'd find
interesting."

   "Tell you what.  Why don't you invite him over for dinner, say, Friday?
This way, we can get to know him."

   Kendra brightened.  "That's a wonderful idea, Mom!  How 'bout it, Dad?
Sound like a winner to you?"

   "Sounds like a plan to me," Devon agreed.  "Let's go for it!"

   Kendra got up to leave, taking time to kiss each of her parents in turn.
"Thank you!  You won't regret it - Adam's a great guy and I know you'll
like him.  See you later!"

   "'Bye, honey - don't be late!" Ellie shouted after her.  Returning to
her seat next to Devon, she asked, "Are you sure about this?"

   Devon frown at the question.  "As sure as I can be, El.  We can't keep
her all to ourselves, now can we?  We've taught her love is something to be
shared without exception.  It was just a matter of time before she decided
to share her love with someone not of the family."

   * * *

   Adam Harrison couldn't take his eyes off the lovely vision sitting
beside him; it was all he could do not to pinch himself.  Sitting next to
her in Chemistry was one thing.  Eating lunch was another.  Being out on a
date, well, were there any words left to describe it?

   Adam sighed.  Kendra was everything he ever wanted in a woman. 
Beautiful, intelligent, confident - did he mention beautiful?  Even though
she was obviously from mixed heritage, it wasn't the first thing you
noticed about Kendra.  No, the first thing you noticed was her personality:
Quiet and reserved.  Not in the least bit withdrawn, though; the first word
which came to mind was 'focused.'

   "This is absolutely wonderful, Adam.  I've passed by this place a
thousand times without ever stopping to take in the view."

   Was she talking to him?

   "Hello?  Earth to Adam!  Come in, Adam!"

   "Huh?  Oh, I'm sorry Kendra.  My mind was a million miles away."

   "No kidding!"

   Adam blushed.  "Before I forget, thanks for going out with me.  I've
really enjoyed your company."

   Kendra smiled brightly.  "Wanna enjoy more of my company?"

   "How?"

   "My parents have invited you to dinner on Friday."

   "Really?"

   "No.  I'm pulling your leg." Adam could be so goofy at times!

   "I'd be honored.  Tell your parents I accept.  What time should I be
there?"

   "We usually eat around 5:30 or so; be at my house at, say, 5:00?"

   "Okay." As they lapsed into silence, Adam scooted closer to Kendra,
placing a tentative arm around her.

   Kendra looked at Adam for a moment before settling against him,
wondering what had taken him so long to figure out she wanted to be held.
Boy, he sure had a lot to learn - and she was just the person to teach him!

   * * *

   Friday arrived without incident.  All through the school day, Kendra
found it hard to stay focused on her lessons.  Understandably, she was
concerned with the outcome of the evening's activities.  Sitting next to
Adam in chemistry was pure torture; each tried to look at each other
without making their involvement obvious to their classmates.

   After living through what seemed to be the longest school day in
history, the final bell rang.  Kendra made her way through the throng of
students, climbed into her car, and made the drive home.  Even the traffic
lights seemed to be plotting against her, increasing her ride home by five
minutes.  Pulling up to the house, Kendra hurried inside.

   "Mom?  Dad?  I'm home!"

   When neither parent answered, Kendra wondered where they were.  They
were still home - their cars were still in the carport.

   "Oh, great," she exclaimed.  "I wonder if they went down to the lake?"
Kendra headed for the back of the house.  As she reached the swinging doors
leading to the kitchen, Kendra heard her mother's voice.

   "Damn it, Dev!  Will you stop?  Kenny's due home any minute!"

   "She won't see anything she hasn't seen before."

   "What if Adam is with her?"

   "Be quiet."

   Kendra went through the doors, giving her parents a reproving look.

   Ellie was bent over, her arms resting on the counter.  Devon was behind
her, pumping away into her.

   "Ahem."

   Ellie and Devon turned their heads in unison.  "Oh, hi, babe!  Be done
in a minute!"

   "I don't believe this!  The most important day in my life and you two
are in the kitchen, screwing like a couple of teenagers!"

   Devon increased his strokes inside Ellie, grunting with pleasure. 
Kendra recognized that grunt - her father was filling Ellie with hot sperm.
Moments later, he slipped out of her, stuffing his still jerking cock back
into his pants and zipping his fly.

   "I couldn't help it," Devon confessed.  "Your mother always has this
effect on me, especially when she bends over!"

   Ellie whirled on her brother.  "You've always blamed your horniness on
me!  You started it!"

   Devon treated her with a smug look.  "Did not."

   "Did, too!"

   Kendra left brother and sister playing out an age-old game, shaking her
head incredulously.  She had things to do before Adam arrived!

   * * *

   Adam waited nervously for someone to answer the door, wondering if he
was making the right decision by coming here.  He looked around to take in
the scenery of the woods surrounding the lake.  Off in the distance and on
the other side of the lake, Adam noticed a rather large residence, idly
wondering who owned such a lavish piece of property.

   Further speculation was cut-off by the sound of the door opening and a
strong voice saying, "You must be Adam.  Come on in!"

   Adam turned and faced the owner of the voice.  Immediately, he
recognized the eyes and the same cafe au lait complexion he'd come to love
and respect.  Obviously, this was Kendra's father, Devon.

   "Mr.  Williams?  I'm Adam Harrison.  I believe Kendra's expecting me?"

   Devon waved the younger man inside.  Closing the door, he said, "Kenny's
upstairs getting ready.  Have a seat."

   "'Kenny'?" Adam's puzzled look spoke volumes as he sat.

   "Our nickname for her.  She never told you we call her that?"

   "No, sir."

   "I see.  So tell me about yourself, Adam."

   For the next 20 minutes, Adam talked about himself and his family. 
Devon listened with great interest along with Ellie, who had joined them
from the kitchen.  Early on in the conversation, Adam felt their intense
gaze upon him; however, when he saw they weren't out to give him the third
degree, Adam found himself rather relaxed and comfortable with Kendra's
parents.

   Devon was answering a question about the house; as he did, Adam couldn't
keep from noticing how much Mr.  and Mrs.  Williams resembled each other.
His mind dismissed the resemblance - it was often said that people who stay
with each other for a long time tend to resemble each other after a while.
The conversation was just turning to Adam's thoughts on the upcoming
election when Kendra finally appeared.

   "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," she apologized.  Kendra
sat next to Adam and took his hand in a show of support.

   Adam felt flushed with warmth at the contact.  "Not at all.  I've had a
great time talking to your parents."

   "Since we're all here," Ellie announced.  "Let's eat!"

   Conversation during dinner was held at a minimum, with Adam adding in a
compliment here and there.  All during the meal, Kendra would steal a look
in Adam's direction, occasionally winking and smiling at him.  Which didn't
escape notice, of course; Ellie and Devon were quite aware of the little
signals being passed between the two teens.

   "No, really Mrs.  Williams - I couldn't eat another bite!" Adam said,
politely refusing another dish of orange sherbert.  "I'm stuffed!"

   As they cleared the table, Ellie nodded to Devon, who turned to Kendra
and said, "Why don't you show Adam around the property and the lake?"

   Kendra's smile lit her face.  "Sure!  Are you ready, Adam?"

   "Why not?  I've love to see what your parents have built here!"

   "Then, scoot!" said Ellie.  "We'll see you later.  Oh, one other thing."

   "Yes, Mom?"

   "If we're not here when you return, we'll be at your grandparents'."

   "Okay." Taking Adam by the hand, Kendra led him out the back door.

   As he watched the youths make their way down the rise behind the house,
Devon turned and embraced his sister.

   "They look happy together, don't they?"

   "Yes, they do," Ellie agreed.  "I hope we've made the right decision."

   "Doesn't matter, dear," Devon said, kissing her forehead.  "What does
matter is has Kenny made the right decision.  Only time will tell."

   * * *

   Kendra stopped so suddenly Adam nearly lost his balance.  "Oops!  Sorry!
Well, this is it, my favorite place."

   Adam took in his surroundings.  Off to his right, the path they'd
followed continued on towards the lake, which shimmered with reflected
light through the canopy of evergreen trees.  Above him, the canopy was
open to the sky, allowing a clear view of the oranges and reds which mixed
with the fading blue sky as the sun set.

   "Oh, my." Adam was momentarily stunned by the overall beauty and quiet
of this place.  "I can see why you come here - this is absolutely
beautiful."

   "I'm glad you like it.  I often come here when I want to be alone to
think." Kendra walked a few paces to her left and opened a medium-sized box
Adam failed to notice.  When she turned around, he could see her arms
filled with the contents of the box.

   "What's all this?"

   "I spend so much time here, my father built this storage locker for me.
It gets rather cool in the evenings, so there's blankets and stuff inside -
even a tent if it should rain."

   Adam could help but be impressed.  "Your father thinks of everything,
doesn't he?"

   "He loves me very much.  Besides, it's his job to see to my needs - he's
very dedicated."

   For a brief moment, Adam felt a pang of jealousy as Kendra spoke of her
father.  Clearly, there was a lot of love between the two of them; somehow,
he resented it without knowing why.

   Kendra had finished spreading out the blankets to cover the dried pine
needles, patting the spot next to her.  "Well, are you going to come over
and sit down or do you plan on spending the evening standing?"

   Adam stood for a moment to drink in Kendra's beauty.  Her braids, tipped
with their customary beads cascaded onto her bare shoulders, making soft
clicking sounds each time she moved.  The yellow tank top accented the
color of her skin, which was several shades lighter than his own. 
Continuing his downward gaze, he could see the outline of her firm breasts,
unencumbered by a bra; her nipples stood out against the material, no doubt
caused by the cooling air.

   Flat, muscular tummy showed itself at the bottom of her top,
disappearing into the shorts Kendra was wearing, only to appear once again
at her firm thighs.

   "Hello?  Adam?"

   "Coming," he finally answered, his mouth a little dry.

   "You did it to me again."

   "Huh?  What did I do?"

   "Faded out on me, like you were somewhere else."

   Sitting next to her, Adam leaning back using his arms to support
himself. "I'm sorry; you are so beautiful I find it distracting when we're
together."

   Kendra placed her head in Adam lap.  Looking into his chocolate-brown
eyes, she said, "Flatterer."

   "It's the truth," he replied.  Kendra's beauty aside, Adam was aware of
another distraction, one which had begun during his appreciative
appreciation.  Looking down into Kendra's light-brown eyes, Adam was sure
she could feel his erection pulsating under her.

   And he was right; Kendra noticed it before he sat down.  Inwardly, she
smiled at the warm feeling f the growing shaft felt through his pants,
pleased of her obvious affect on him.

   "Adam?"

   Adam blinked at the sudden change in her voice, now soft and husky. 
"Huh?"

   "Kiss me." Kendra lifted his head toward him.

   Blood roaring in his ears, Adam leaned forward until their lips met,
cradling her head in his hands.  Kendra's tongue flicked across his lips
for a moment before the kiss was broken, leaving Adam feeling lightheaded
and dizzy.

   "Hmm," she cooed.  "That was nice."

   "Uh, yeah." Adam's discomfort was becoming more apparent with each
passing second.  "You kiss very well." In his head, Adam kicked himself for
such a lame statement.  Obviously, his brain didn't want to work right
around this woman.

   "Thank you.  I do a lot of things well.  You interested in finding out?"

   "I...  uh, don't know what you mean."

   "Just as I figured," Kendra thought.  Aloud, she said, "Let me show
you." Kendra's hands moved toward the closures of his pants, quickly
undoing them to reveal his throbbing member, which was barely contained
within the bikini briefs he wore.

   "I don't think we should be doing this," he protested while wondering
why he didn't have any control over his muscles.

   Kendra ignored him long enough to make sure she had what she wanted in
her hand.  "Adam, love, I don't remember asking you what you think." That
said, she quickly took him into her mouth.

   Nothing Adam had ever imagined during his many masturbation sessions
ever prepared him for such an exquisite sensation.  Ever since meeting
Kendra, he had dreamed of losing his virginity to her, envisioning two
groping neophytes exploring love for the first time.

   Adam was finding it hard to breathe as the lithe woman engulfed him once
again, her tongue tracing patterns along the shaft which were driving him
insane.  He opened an eye and found Kendra looking back at him, her lips
forming an 'O' around him.  Kendra blinked once before returning to the
matter at hand, slurping him back into the deep recesses of her throat.

   Kenny was immensely enjoying herself, savoring Adam's fresh, clean taste
and scent.  She happily sucked him, not caring if he found her whorish or
trashy.  From their very first encounter, she knew he was the man she'd
spend her life with.  As she ran her tongue along the edge of his glans,
she could feel the beginnings of his orgasm.  Kendra's eyebrows arched in
surprise as Adam's seed flowed into her mouth, filling her with a
surprising sweetness which she drank down.

   Adam, now flat on his back and at Kendra's mercy, was caught in the
throes of orgasm.  His chest moved in great heaves as he tried to get his
breathing under control as Kendra continued to drain him.  An instant
later, he sensed more than felt Kendra remove her mouth from his rapidly
shrinking cock, leaving him disoriented and dizzy.

   "Hmm," Kendra moaned, licking her lips.  "Poor baby!  You've never done
this before, have you?"

   All Adam could do was shake his head as Kendra sat beside him and
caressed his face.

   "W-why did you do that?", he finally managed to croak.

   "I've fallen in love with you, silly!  That's why I did it."

   Adam tried to focus his eyes on the Nubian goddess above him; after a
few seconds, Kendra's smiling face came sharply into view.  "You're in love
with me?  You've got a funny way of showing it."

   "If you love someone, you should always show it every way you can."

   The cool evening air had revived him some.  "But, we hardly know each
other!"

   "We've known each other long enough, dearest.  Can I tell you
something?"

   "Sure."

   "I've known for some time now you were the man for me.  During dinner, I
made up my mind to share my love with you, something I've wanted to do
since our first date."

   "I don't understand."

   Kendra cupped his face in her hands, seeing the tears welling in his
eyes.  "I'll make it easy for you, then.  I know what I want in life - and
what I want is you.  Will you have me?"

   Something in her words struck a chord within Adam as the tears flowed
from him.  Never before in his life had he met someone who affected him so
much.  His body knew Kendra was the one for him, even if his mind didn't
understand why.

   Kendra waited patiently for Adam to answer, a moment of fear coursing
through her.  Did I come on too strong?  Was I wrong about him?  Her mind
was a roiling miasma of questions.

   "Yes, oh God, yes!"

   Kendra smiled, all worry vanishing from her mind.  "You won't regret
it," she said.  Standing, she removed her shorts and panties and tossed
them aside.

   Adam's eyes went wide at the sight of her half-naked body, his cock
stirring in response as Kendra straddled him, a look of fierce
determination on her lovely face.  Reaching between them, she massaged Adam
into full erection in no time flat, positioning him at her entrance.  "I'm
going to love you like you've never been loved before - I promise!", she
said huskily, lowering herself onto him.

   For Adam, reality went on vacation as Kendra filled herself with his
cock.  "Oh, shit," he moaned, as the sensations of well-lubricated pussy
sliding along his cock registered in his mind.

   "Just relax and enjoy it, baby," Kendra said.  Closing her eyes, she
wallowed in the wonderful feeling of cock inside of her, even though he
wasn't nearly as large or thick as her father and grandfather.  Didn't
matter, though, just as long as they loved each other.

   Kendra's relative experience was no match for Adam; she could feel the
tremors running along the length of him.  "Ah, yes, baby!  Give me your
love!  Don't hold it back!"

   Hold it back?  Hold what back?  Adam had no idea what she was talking
about as the feelings welled inside his body.  They were a little like the
feelings he experienced while masturbating - only a million times more
intense.

   Kendra felt him swell inside, screwing her ass down onto him frantically
as the first spurts of his seed flowed into her aching center.

   "Yes, my darling!  Fill me with it!  Cream me!"

   Adam could only groan in response as he continued to empty himself into
Kendra, leaving him to wonder if it would ever end.  To their mutual
pleasure, Adam's spasms began to subside.  A few moments later, his soft
manhood slipped from Kendra's velvety enclosure.  She lay across him,
gently kissing away his tears.

   Adam wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close.  Who would have
known making love would be so wonderful!  He laughed softly to himself,
getting Kenny's attention.

   "What's so funny?"

   Smiling, he looked at her.  "This isn't exactly the way I planned on
losing my virginity, here on a blanket under the stars."

   "Did it matter how you lost it?  Or does who you lost it to matter?"

   "The latter, of course.  I just don't know how to explain how I feel."

   "Then don't.  Baby, I've got a feeling we'll have plenty of time for you
to explain it later.  Right now, I think we should either head for the
house or set up the tent." Kendra rose looking for her discarded clothing.

   Adam rolled over and got to his knees before standing.  When he got to
his feet, the world started to rotate in the opposite direction and he
flailed his hands to balance himself.

   Kendra, now dressed, was dragging the tent from the storage bin.  "You
okay?"

   "Yeah, I just got up too fast."

   "So sit back down, silly.  I'll have this thing up in no time." She
grinned at him.  "Then I'll have you up in no time!"

   "Again?  I barely survived the first time!"

   "Yes, my darling, again.  And again.  And again!  I'll never get enough
of loving you!"

   * * *

   A mile or so away, Devon turned away from the large bay window which
overlooked the lake.  Even in the darkness, he knew the location of
Kendra's favorite spot.

   Lorne looked at his son, a wry smile on his face.  "So, do you think she
had her way with him?"

   Devon returned to his seat next to his mother.  "I'm sure she did, but
that's not what I'm worried about."

   "What worries you, Dev?"

   Devon looked into his mother's green eyes.  "Mom, what happens when he
finds out?  He will, eventually, you know.  Kendra is as open and honest as
the day is long.  We've taught her not to deceive or mislead the people she
loves - and the girl had love written all over her face for this boy."

   Etienne went to Devon's side as well.  "Devon, I think you're worried
about nothing."

   "Aunt Eti, I hope you're right."

   Part V, Chapter Nine

   Thoughts from Kendra

   When I look at my family, I often wind up shaking my head at the irony
of it.  First, there's my grandfather, Lorne.  So calm and cerebral as the
patriarch of the family!  If there's a problem, he usually has a solution
for it.  But he won't solve the problem, leaving it up to the individual to
get it squared away.

   Then there's his daughter and my grandmother, Etienne.  Had it not been
for them, I wouldn't be here today!  Grandmom Eti is so much like her
father, you'd think they were husband and wife.  That's how well they
compliment each other.

   Oh, did I mention that they're both very good in bed?

   Okay.  So, there's Lorne and Etienne, who gave birth to my mother,
Eleanor, who is named after Etienne's mother.  Stay with me, 'cause this
gets a little complicated!  Etienne had a friend, Kymber, who was also an
occasional lover to her and Granddad.  From what I've been told, they all
got together at some party where some pretty wild things happened.  Not too
long afterwards, Kymber came to live with them after Kymber's father died.
That was about the same time my mother was conceived.  After my mom was
born, Kymber married my grandfather and they gave birth to my father,
Devon. Devon and Ellie do their thing and, voila!  Here I am!

   Whew!  Trying to figure out who is related to whom and how can give you
a headache!  Sometime, I think of it as a math problem:

   Lorne + Etienne = Eleanor Lorne + Kymber = Devon Eleanor + Devon = Me!

   I know what society thinks about incest and, frankly, I don't see their
point at all.  When others think about it, all they see is the sexual
aspect of it and they always get it wrong.  If someone were to ask me if
I'd been abused or molested as a child, I would laugh at them and tell them
no.  Which is the truth.  I've never known anything but love and affection
my entire life.  As you can imagine, however, my family and I have a rather
different definition of being loved.

   I've grown up doing the three-L thing taught to me by my parents and
other family members: Live, Learn, and Love.  And it all makes sense.  What
girl could ask for more?

   Then I met Adam.  At first, I had no problem sharing my love with him
because it just came naturally to me.  My parents were a little bummed out
about it, of course, because they had no way of knowing if Adam could be
trusted with our little secret - but they left it up for me to decide.

   So, I've got a fiancé now and things couldn't be better.  If you're
thinking having Adam in my life changed things where my family is
concerned, you couldn't be any more wrong.  I love Adam very much; he's
absolutely wonderful.  But I also have great love for my family and have no
problem at all showing them.

   I remember the time I went over to visit my grandparents and got into it
with Grandmom Kymber.  Wow!  I thought I had a lot of love to share! 
Kymber taught me a few things I'll never forget!

   My point is when I need loving or need to show love, I know I can go to
any of them and express myself fully.

   Adam doesn't know about any of this, though.  I'm a little hesitant to
bring it up, even though I suspect he has some questions he'd love to ask.
For instance, he got to see all of us together for the first time last
year; I could see him looking at everyone with a funny look on his face,
noticing the resemblance we all bear with each other.  Afterwards, I could
tell he was dying to say something about it - I almost told him and thought
better of it.

   It's not a question of whether I trust him or not; he is the man I will
spend the rest of my life with, the one I will bear many children for. 
However, as you might expect, this will be one hell of a shock to him, one
which could cause me to lose him forever.  Since we're planning on getting
married in a couple of months, losing him now wouldn't be the smartest
thing to do.  I suppose I'll just have to worry about it when the time
comes.

   Part V, Chapter Ten

   Even a week before the wedding, Adam was discovering just how deep the
river Kendra ran.  Witty and charming, intelligent and thoughtful - the
epitome of a classic woman.  Get her in a situation where love was the
order of the day and watch out!  Sophisticated woman turned into an
insatiable, exciting she-devil!

   Adam had to admit a bit of disappointment upon finding out someone had
her before he did, realizing it was a foolish fantasy.  No way a woman as
beautiful - and as hot - as Kenny goes untouched for very long.  The manner
in which she relieved him of his virginity by the lake was intense and a
little frightening at first; however, as he became more accustomed to her,
his fear of Kendra's sexual intensity subsided.

   Well, almost, anyway.  Adam shivered as his intended buried his cock
inside her body once again, grinning at him in that evil way of hers which
told him Kendra was very horny today.  Pleasure flowed through him like a
current, ebbing and flowing at times, but always constant.

   The last eighteen months had been quite an education for Adam.  Subtly
and slowly, Kendra had been changing his entire outlook on life.  Like now,
for example.  They had just returned to Kendra's place, going to her room
to get the last minute details together.  One moment they were talking
about possible honeymoon locations, the next, Kendra had his cock out,
gotten it hard and in her before he'd realized what had happened.

   Now, after getting an earful of lusty curses and having his lower half
drenched with girl-juice, Adam was spurting inside her, his hips thrusting
strongly against her unyielding tightness.

   "Ooh, baby!  That was just what I needed!" Kendra dismounted slowly,
listening to the wet, sloppy sounds created by their parting.

   "Damn, Kenny!  Don't you ever get enough?" Adam asked as her looked at
his sweat-drenched shirt.

   "Can you ever get enough love?  Better yet, would you ever get enough of
being loved by me?"

   "I suppose not."

   "There you go, then!  Now, where were we?"

   Adam sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head in awe at this
wonderful creature.  Hot and lusty one moment, cool and business-like the
next.

   For the next couple of hours, Kendra and Adam went over their wedding
plans.  Actually, confirming all the plans would have only taken 30 minutes
or so; you can guess what they spent the rest of their time doing, can't
you?

   Once again, Adam found himself drenched in perspiration and girl-stuff.
Kendra, as was her habit when completely satisfied, had passed out next to
him, sleeping peacefully.  Good thing, too; Adam knew he'd be unable to
continue.

   That passing out business really bothered Adam until Kendra had
explained it to him.  In fact, Adam had learned just how much Kenny knew
about making love, all the while knowing she knew more than she was
telling.

   He shivered.  If this was only the tip of the iceberg...

   Reaching over, he stroked her smooth skin, feeling so much love for her.
The future looked bright and clear.  Well, almost.  There was one thing
Kendra had insisted on which didn't make sense to him: After the wedding
and honeymoon (compliments of her grandparents), she had insisted they live
with her parents.  Adam had argued eloquently as to why they should have
their own place; however, Kendra promptly announced there would be no
wedding without his agreeing to her terms.  After more discussion, Adam
caved in to Kenny's 'demands'.

   The following day, Kendra had announced to her parents the "good news."
Adam had expected a major argument from Devon and Ellie (they told him that
Mr.  and Mrs.  Williams lived on the other side of the lake, thank you very
much) and was shocked at their quiet acceptance.

   Hell, Mrs., uh, Ellie had actually smiled!

   Again, Adam shivered; there was something vaguely familiar about that
smile, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

   "Hi, lover!"

   Adam turned at the sound of his beloved's voice, smiling.  "'Bout time
you woke up!  How are you feeling?"

   "Fantastic!  Lovely!  Hungry!"

   Adam's heart skipped a beat - for a moment, he thought she was going to
say "horny!"

   "Glad to hear it.  You wanna go out?"

   "Nope!  Let's hit the kitchen!"

   As Kendra bounded off the bed and into the bathroom, Adam shook his
head: Where did she get all this energy?  Three minutes later, Kenny
reappeared wearing a green and gold embroidered kimono; in her hands was a
red, gold and royal purple kimono.

   "Here," she said tossing him the silk garment.  "Go clean up and slip
into that; I'll toss your clothes in the washer while we eat."

   * * *

   Minutes later, the kitchen was awash with the fragrance of broiled
steak; potatoes were baking in the oven and the salad had just been
completed.  Adam crunched away happily while watching Kendra eat.

   "My God," he thought.  "She even eats with the same gusto she has for
sex!" The thought struck him hard - why was it he never noticed it before?
As he contemplated this latest revelation, his fork dropped from his limp
fingers onto the floor.

   "Clumsy," said Kendra, attacking her salad.

   Adam smiled and bent to pick up the fork, getting a great view of her
treasures hidden away under the folds of silk.

   "Adam?"

   The groom-to-be ended his perusal of Kendra's gifts, picking up the fork
and placing it onto the table.  Sitting up, he found Kendra looking at him
with a fierce intensity, mixed with...  sadness?

   "What is it, hon?"

   "There's something we need to talk about before we get married."

   "Can't it wait until after we get married?"

   "I would prefer not to, if it's all the same to you."

   Adam frowned - what in the hell was this about?  Giving a mental shrug,
he said, "Whatever makes you happy, Kenny." As he shifted in his seat, he
added, "Although, I can't imagine what you want to talk about that's so
important it can't wait."

   "There are a few things about me you should know." Kendra studied Adam
intently, searching for any signs of disinterest.  Finding none, she
continued.

   "You know I love you very much, don't you?"

   If this was any other woman, Adam knew he would have simply humored her;
however, he knew Kendra wasn't a woman to be patronized in any way.  "Yes,
darling; you tell me - and show me - every chance you get."

   "If there was something, say, unusual about me, would it change the way
you feel about me?"

   "Let's see: You're incredibly bright, absolutely beautiful and hornier
than ten women.  What could possibly be unusual about you?"

   Kendra smiled, taking some of the edge off her current mood - just as
Adam planned.

   "Come on; I'm trying to be serious."

   "And you think I wasn't?"

   Kendra's scathing remark was cut short by the sound of the front door
opening.

   "Kenny?  We're home!"

   "In here, Dad." Kendra felt a moment of frustration at her parent's
unintentional interruption.  Perhaps it was for the better.

   Devon and Ellie walked into the kitchen, taking in the view of the
soon-to-be married couple in their resplendent kimonos.

   "Did we interrupt anything?" asked Ellie, taking a seat at Adam's right;
Devon sat on his left.

   "We were just talking," Adam answered, feeling suddenly surrounded.

   "Oh; I see.  By the way, Kenny - your grandmother says "hi."

   "How are they doing?"

   "Everyone's feeling better; nothing a little rest can't cure."

   "Were they sick?" asked Adam, his concern genuine.

   "Exhausted - they were up all night."

   "Doing what?"

   "I'm not sure, Adam; they won't tell me anything other than they had
some fun." Changing the subject, Devon said, "Are you ready for the big
day?"

   "About as ready as I'll ever be!"

   "How about you, Kenny?" Ellie asked.

   "You know me, Mom; I'm good to go!"

   Just as Adam was about to speak, he was interrupted by the dryer's
buzzer.

   Ellie and Devon looked toward the laundry room.  "You have something in
the dryer, Kenny?"

   "Just Adam's clothes - they got a little messy."

   As Adam blushed, Devon and Ellie exchanged a knowing glance, furthering
Adam's embarrassment.  One of the things he learned about Kendra which
bothered him was her willingness to discuss their sexual activities with
her parents.  Even more surprising was their lack of reaction, as if such
behavior was expected and encouraged!

   Adam stood.  "Yes.  Well, I guess I should get dressed and be on my
way."

   "Don't rush off on our account," said Ellie, smiling sweetly.

   "No, really - I have to get going.  I've still got a million things to
do before the wedding." Why was this woman smiling at him like that? 
Didn't she know the effect it was having on him?

   "Okay, if you insist."

   Adam went over to Kendra, kissing her.  "See you Saturday - don't be
late!"

   "Bye!  You just remember where the church is, okay?"

   Adam flashed a smile in her direction before disappearing.  A few
minutes later, Kendra heard the door closing and his car starting up. 
Turning to her parents, she fixed them with a chilly stare.

   "You two have a knack of showing up at the wrong time."

   "Huh?  What did we do?" Devon was incredulous.

   "I was about to tell him about the family when you walked in."

   It was as if the air stopped moving in the room as Devon and Ellie
realized the implication of her announcement.

   "Kenny," her mother began.  "Do you really think Adam is ready to hear
this?"

   "Mom, I'm going to have to tell him one of these days!  Why not now?"

   Devon looked at both women before speaking.  "Honey, perhaps telling him
now wouldn't be a good idea.  Give your marriage some time to settle in
first; enjoy each other's love.  Maybe after a year or so, he'll be ready
to deal with it."

   "You think so?"

   "All you can do is hope for the best, dear."

   * * *

   On Saturday, Kendra Etienne Williams became Mrs.  Adam Ryan Harrison. 
The newlyweds posed for pictures after the ceremony and, with rice and well
wishes flowing, departed the reception for their honeymoon.

   During the flight, Adam stole looks at his bride, noticing the slight
puffiness under her eyes.  Come to think of it, Kenny did appear to be
tired when he first saw her standing at the altar, but assumed it was
caused by late night preparations.

   Adam was closer to the truth than he realized.  For Kendra, it had been
a very late night and, as far as preparations were concerned, you can use
your imagination.

   Kendra sat next to her husband, alternating looks out the tiny window
and the stunning ring set on her left hand.  She was still tired from
Friday evening's family gathering - what a night!  Still, when they arrived
at their destination, she would be more than ready to handle the
consummation of her marriage.

   Adam's voice cut through her musings.

   "Honey, is everything okay?"

   "Just fine, love.  How are things with you?"

   "I'm still having trouble believing we're married.  I know it's real,
but..." Adam stared pointedly at his wedding ring.

   Kendra smiled.  "It's a lot more real than you believe, darling."

   Adam blinked at her cryptic response.  "It is?"

   "Of course!  Just think of the future we'll have, the things we'll do
together.  The love we'll share!"

   The aircraft banked hard to the left coming up on its final approach. 
Minutes later, they were embroiled in the usual hassles of deplaning and
elbowing their way through the crowded terminal to reclaim their luggage.
After a little trouble with the rental car, they were tooling along the
main highway - Adam driving, Kendra acting as navigator.

   Two wrong turns later, the newlyweds pulled up at the entrance of the
bungalow rented for their use.  Adam fumbled with the key for a moment
before succeeding in unlocking and opening the door.  Turning to Kendra, he
opened his arms.

   "Well, Mrs.  Harrison!  May I have the honor of carrying you across the
threshold?"

   "You may, kind sir!"

   Kendra allowed herself to be picked up and carried through the door. 
Once inside, Adam placed her gently on the bed.

   "And now, my love, shall we, ah, get to the business?"

   "Ooh, by all means, you brute!"

   Adam lowered his mouth to Kendra's parted lips, ready to lose himself in
their tenderness when she tapped him on the shoulder.

   "Adam?"

   "Yes?"

   "You forgot something."

   Just a little irritated at the disruption, Adam asked, "What did I
forget?"

   "The door.  It's still sitting open."

   "Oh.  Just a moment - don't go anywhere!"

   Adam jumped up to deal with the offending portal while Kendra made
herself comfortable.  Seconds later, he rejoined her.

   "There!  Now, where were we?"

   "Right about here, lover," came the husky reply as Kendra wrapped
herself in man-flesh, loving the feel of his body against hers, hot and, oh
yeah, very hard!

   Their bodies ground together hotly as each tore at the other's clothing
until only bits and pieces remained.  Within seconds, the room was filled
with the enticing sounds of lovemaking.  After minutes of kissing and
biting every exposed inch of flesh on his body, Kendra fixed her husband
with a lusty, feral look.

   "Enough of the dumb shit," she growled.  "I want cock and I want it
now!!"

   Adam knew better than to keep her waiting.  Moving between her
outstretched legs, he drove into her wetness, feeling the moist, hot heat
of her center clutching him, drawing him deeper inside.

   "Ah, yes!  Fuck my hole, baby!  Nail my hot ass!"

   Through the haze of lust, Adam managed a smile: He just loved it when
Kendra pulled out all the stops.  With all the force he could muster, Adam
plowed into Kendra's orifice, delighting in the slapping sounds their
bodies made with each thrust.

   "Is this what you want, bitch?  Is it?  I'm gonna give it to you good!"

   "Oh, yeah, lover!  Talk that nasty shit to me!"

   Between the incredible, sweet slickness surrounding him and the lusty
curses flowing from Kendra's mouth, Adam knew it wouldn't be long before he
spilled his love.

   Kendra more than enjoyed his efforts, too, loving the way their bodies
fit together.  She was hot and getting hotter as her fingers dug into his
back.  An orgasmic spike ripped through her, teasing her senses with the
promise of more to come.

   Adam was close to climax.  He shifted his position, hooking Kendra's
legs into the crook of his elbows before using his legs to lean forward. 
The results were exhilarating as Kendra was practically folded in half,
giving Adam the right angle to plunge deeper.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Fuck me, you bastard, oh you son of a bitch!  Hurt
me, damn it!  Tear my pussy apart!" Kendra's lust was out of control; she
wanted to meet his thrusts with her own but this position didn't allow it.
She was trapped, helpless and completely at his mercy - just as she liked
it.

   "Here!" came Adam's savage reply.  "Take my cock!  I'm gonna cream your
sweet pussy, gonna do it, gonna..." The sudden onrush of ejaculation caught
up with Adam, cutting off any further speech, as his cock swelled inside
her.  Just as it seemed his turgid flesh would explode, the first pearly
spurts splattered inside Kendra, each pulse spreading more of his love
inside her.

   "Ah, shit!  Shit!" Adam's passionate cries echoed through the room as
the world continued to dissolve around him.

   "More, damn it!  Give me more!" Kendra's body convulsed with the force
of her own final climax.  Wrapping her legs into his arms tighter, she drew
Adam deeper into her velvet embrace, clamping her vaginal muscles onto his
spurting shaft as tightly as possible.

   With a groan, Adam collapsed onto his wife, unable to continue, his cock
continuing to tremble with the effort to fill her body with semen. 
Exhausted, he released his hold on Kendra's legs.  He smiled as Kendra
reached up to stroke his face, while the other massaged his chest.

   "Mmm, that was great," he said.

   "And the night is young, darling - we're just getting started!"

   Adam opened his eyes, looking at the hand stroking his face.  And sat
straight up, capturing her left hand.  Turning his head, Adam look at
Kendra's wrist.

   Her bare wrist.  The one without the bracelet.

   "Kendra!"

   Kendra followed her husband's gaze and smiled.  "Is there a problem,
love?"

   "Your bracelet!  You took it off!" Adam was about as close to a full
panic as he could ever remember.

   "Yeah?" Kendra looked at her wrist then back to Adam.  "What about it?"

   "We just, well, I, uh..." Clearly at a loss for words, Adam decided to
be quiet.

   "We have to start our own family, dearest.  Can't do that wearing the
bracelet, now can we?"

   "But, why?"

   Kendra moved to lay alongside him, running her hands along his smooth
chest and watching his nipples harden.

   "It'll all be clear to you soon enough, my love.  I'll explain
everything to you in good time.  Until, then, I need you to fill me with
all the love you can." Kendra lowered her lips to an erect nipple, sucking
on it.

   "Uh, shouldn't we discuss this some more," he asked, squirming under her
touch.

   "We are discussing it, love." Kendra allowed her tongue to trail down
his chest and stomach, lingering at his navel for only a moment before
reaching her true goal - the head of his penis.  Kendra felt him shiver at
the wet touch as her mouth closed around the plum-shaped glans.

   "Oh, fuck," Adam hissed as more of his shaft found its way into her
mouth.

   Kendra moaned low in her throat as Adam grew within her mouth, exulting
in the pungent taste of their recently spent juices.  Greedily, she ran her
mouth and tongue along the rising thickness of him.

   All Adam could do was lay there as Kendra's passion continued to consume
her in its fiery depths, purifying her soul.  He could feel her moaning in
delight as his pulsing maleness filled her throat and her hands tortured
his nipples.

   Kendra continued to assault his shaft with a terrible hunger, burying
her nose in his curly pubic hairs time and time again.  She felt his hands
close around her face and, for an instant, she became angry: How dare he
interrupt her pleasure!  The price of such an "insult"?  Holding him inside
the steamy prison of her mouth, Kendra slipped a finger inside to join her
tongue, coating it with saliva.  Withdrawing her finger, she immediately
and accurately plunged the slick digit into his puckered asshole as deep as
she could.

   Adam's body tensed at the finger probed his depths, the pain of its
sudden entrance causing his entire body to arch, shoving more cock into her
mouth.

   "Baby, no..." he pleaded as the pain quickly turned to pleasure.  He
thrust against the finger, forcing it deeper into his nether region,
bringing closer to an orgasm which promised to top anything he'd ever
experienced before.

   Kenny had other ideas, however, feeling the tiny tremors signaling his
pending release.

   "Oh, no you don't.  I have a better place for you to deposit this in!"
Kendra removed her finger from his ass so fast it made a loud, popping
sound.  Freeing his cock from her mouth, Kendra quickly mounted Adam,
impaling herself on him.  Rising slightly, she looked into his feverish
eyes before slamming her body downward onto his, their pubic bones coming
together hard.

   "Give me what I need, Adam.  Come on, baby!  I need your stuff so bad!
Fill me.  Plant the seeds of our future!"

   With a mighty heave, Adam unwillingly complied with her desire as he
began to flow into her waiting sheath.  Incredible, undeniable pleasure
tore through him as Kendra rode him hard, grinding onto his shaft without
mercy.

   "Yes!  God damn it!  Keep it coming baby, oh, it feels so hot, so good,
so nice!" Kendra was beyond reason as she milked him for every precious
drop.  A pulse, followed by a spurt, then another; her own climax was
threatening to shove her kicking and screaming over the edge.

   Adam looked at the wild woman astride him through slitted eyes as Kendra
rose until only the head remained inside her before slamming onto him with
such force the entire bed rocked and groaned in protest.  Faster and
harder, Kendra rode Adam right over the brink, free-falling into an orgasm
which brought along the darkness for company.

   "YES!!" she screamed going completely limp on top of him, her
unconscious body quivering with orgasm after orgasm.  Adam, with tears in
his eyes, held Kendra tightly as the intense feelings continued to
devastate her until, finally, the quaking form grew still and quiet.

   Exhausted beyond anything he'd ever known, to the point that he couldn't
move.  Adam could feel his eyes closing on their own accord.  As sleep
claimed him, he couldn't help entertaining one prominent thought:

   What have I gotten myself into?

   Part V, Chapter Eleven

   Adam felt like he was on trial.  Before him sat the entire Williams
clan. Seated on the sofa, Lorne was flanked by Etienne on one side, Kymber
on the other.  To Eti's right, sitting on the sofa's arm was his
mother-in-law, Ellie, while to Kymber's left sat his father-in-law, Devon.
Seated on the floor between in front of Lorne was his wife.

   Wife.  His.  Adam wasn't sure what disturbed him more, dealing with the
idea of being married or the family sitting and watching him intently.  The
silence was close to unbearable as Adam squirmed uncomfortably in his seat,
wishing someone would say something.  Anything.  Unable to take much more,
Adam spoke.

   "Would someone like to tell me what this is all about?"

   Lorne looked at the assembled family members before looking down at
Kendra, who had turned to meet his eyes.  Clearing his throat, he answered
the anxious young man.

   "There's something you need to know, something Kenny was going to tell
you some months ago.  The time's come for you to understand a few things."

   "I don't understand," came Adam's puzzled reply.  He racked his brain
trying to remember, what?

   "Son," Devon said, "do you remember a couple of days before the wedding?
You and Kenny were at the kitchen table..."

   Awareness lit Adam's face like a spotlight as he remembered the night in
question.  "Yes, I remember that night."

   Ellie's quiet voice piped in.  "There was something she wanted to tell
you about herself, but I believe you said it could wait until after the
wedding."

   Suddenly nervous as the full memory return with sparkling clarity, Adam
felt the room's temperature increase along with the tension.  "I remember
saying that, yes."

   Kymber fixed the young man with an icy, emerald stare before saying,
"The time has now come for you to hear what she has to say."

   Shaken but not cowed, Adam returned her look with one of his own.  "If
this is the case, why are you all here?  Surely, this is something we can
discuss between the two of us privately."

   Kendra, silent throughout these exchanges, said, "What I have to tell
you concerns them as well.  Besides, we have no secrets between us."

   "Okay, let's hear it," he said, steeling himself for...  what?  What was
so important the whole family had to be present to hear it?

   Kendra got to her knees and, child-like, crawled over to where her
husband sat.  Taking his hands in hers, she spoke quietly.

   "What I'm about to tell you will probably have a major impact on our
marriage.  You have to know this and, most of all, we hope you understand
it.  It'll be hard for you to hear this - I know how black and white your
mind can be." She smiled up at him.  "But, it's for the better and I ask
you to believe and trust me."

   Adam frowned, more confused than ever, if that was possible.  "Honey,
whatever it is, I don't think it's so bad it will hurt our love."

   "I hope not," intoned Lorne.  "It would be a shame."

   Nods from the other family members increased Adam anxiety levels.  What
the fuck was going on here?

   Kendra tugged on his hands to get his attention.  "Adam, you know I love
you very much," she began.  "You also know I would never do anything to
hurt you."

   Adam nodded; this much was true.

   Seeing his agreement, Kendra continued.  "You also know how much I love
my family."

   Another nod; where was all this going?

   "Wrong, darling.  You really have no idea how much I really love them."
Standing, Kendra stretched for a moment before walking over to her father,
lovingly stroking his strong, dark face.  Turning to face her husband, she
continued.

   "There is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for any of them.  Nothing.
Whatever I have is theirs and they've given me so much."

   "I understand the devotion you show them.  I just don't understand..."

   "Shhh.  Please, let me finish.  It's time for me to introduce you to my
family and I need your undivided attention."

   Introduce her family?  A feeling of dread began to creep into Adam.

   "Adam, this is my father, Devon.  Over there, is my mother, Eleanor."

   "I know this - will you get to the point?"

   "Adam..." Lorne's stern voice cut through Adam's frustration like a
laser.  "Let her finish; then you can say what you want."

   "Yes, sir.  My apologies."

   "This is my grandfather, Lorne, his wife - my grandmother - Kymber.  On
the other side of my grandfather, is his daughter, Etienne."

   "So?  Kenny, I already know these people!"

   "Ah, yes.  But this is what you don't know." Taking a deep breath,
Kendra put her future and the futures of the family out on a limb.

   "I'd like for you to meet my father's sister."

   Looking around, Adam said, "Okay.  Where is she?"

   "Right here, Adam," answered Ellie with a wave, a smile crossing her
features.

   "Adam," spoke Devon, "Please meet my mother, Kymber and my father,
Lorne."

   "And," Ellie finished, "I'd like you to meet my mother, Etienne and my
father, Lorne.  You already know my daughter, Kendra and my brother,
Devon."

   For a moment, Adam sat quietly, not understanding.  Suddenly, their
words stuck him like a runaway truck.  He could feel the blood draining
from his head, leaving him lightheaded and trembling.

   "You mean...  oh, my God!" Adam's tone of voice clearly said he didn't
believe what he was hearing.  Shock and surprise sent Adam's mind reeling
as the implication made itself at home within his very soul.  He stood on
shaky legs, holding onto the back of the chair to support himself.

   Kendra looked back at her family, worry written across her lovely
features, all the while thinking this may have not been a good idea.

   Lorne sensed her worry, taking her hand and guiding her to sit on his
lap.  "Give him a moment, Kenny.  He's got a lot to think about."

   Horror and disgust flowed through Adam like some dark, viscous fluid. 
He felt so sick he wanted to vomit right on the spot.  Swallowing back the
bitter bile, Adam found he could speak.

   "I don't believe it!  Kenny, tell me this is some sort of sick joke!"

   From her perch on Lorne's lap, Kendra's quiet voice filled the room. 
"It's no joke, Adam.  You've heard the saying 'the family that loves
together stays together?' Well, we love together in every way imaginable."

   Nightmarish visions of every kind filled Adam's head as the truth of
Kendra's words settled in.  Dumbfounded, he could only ask one question.

   "For the love of God, why?"

   "For love," answered Lorne, hugging Kendra tightly.  "We have all
learned the best way to experience true love and happiness was to know it
in our home."

   Adam dropped to a kneeling position as if pole-axed.  His mind was
threatening to shut down from the sheer overload being placed upon it.

   "You lied to me," he said to Kendra weakly, feeling the need to say
something.

   "No, I never lied to you about anything, Adam.  I just didn't tell you
certain things - it's not the same as lying."

   Adam looked up at the calm, confident voice.  "How can you sit there all
cool and collected?  Don't you know what this is doing to me?"

   "Yes, I do, my love.  I told you it would be hard for you to hear, let
alone understand."

   "You're damned right I don't understand it!  What kind of sick people
are you?"

   Devon shook his head.  "We're not sick, Adam.  We are very much in love
with each other.  We believe and trust in each other.  Just as we believe
and trust in you."

   Adam's head snapped up, the angry glint in his eyes catching Devon in
its venomous grip.  "What's stopping me from going to the authorities?  I
should turn the lot of you over to the police!"

   Etienne looked at Adam with a mixture of love and sadness.  "You won't
do that, dear."

   "Oh, no?  Watch me." Having decided a course of action, Adam stood,
crossed the room to the telephone and picked up the receiver.  The eerie,
warbling sound of the dial tone sounded louder than it should as each
member of the family watched Adam with unnerving calm.  "I'll do it, I
swear!" he vowed.

   Lorne's calm, steady voice easily crossed the room.  "Do what you feel
you have to, son."

   "Yes, son," said Ellie, "if you feel you must do this, then by all means
follow your heart."

   Tears flowed down Adam's cheeks, creating dark circles upon the fabric
of his shirt.  "This is all wrong - it must be stopped!"

   Kymber said, "Stopped?  Adam, you can't stop love, no matter how hard
you try."

   Devon said, "There's something you should consider before you make that
call."

   Adam's angry reply sound like a gunshot in the spacious room.  "What? 
That you're all sick freaks?"

   Ellie frowned, as did Kendra.

   Lorne said, "Who's going to believe you, Adam?  What are you going to
tell them and, better yet, how to you plan on proving it?"

   Adam's finger had pressed the first number which would summon the police
when the truth of Lorne's words hit him.  What, indeed?  Lowering the phone
for an instant, he looked back at the family as if they were aliens.

   "I have to do something!  Kenny, what should I do?"

   "Come to me, my husband," she called, extending her hand.  "There's two
things you can do.  You can either reveal our secret to the world or,
accept and embrace the love we have for each other.  And for you."

   The staccato beeping of the phone invaded the ensuing silence as Adam
surveyed his options.  He looked at each in turn, taking note of the calm
way they were handling his threat.  No fear could be seen, no regrets or
apologies.  Just love.

   The receiver clunked onto the tabletop before coming to rest dangling
from its cord.  Adam's eyes were fixed on the outstretched hand of his
wife, his true love.  Woodenly, he crossed the room, taking her hand in
his. Tears cascaded unashamedly along the contours of his face, forming
tiny salty droplets which dripped onto his shirt.

   "I don't know what to do, Kenny.  I love you with all my heart.  I don't
know if I can live knowing this!" Adam wept openly, absently noting several
pairs of hand touching him, soothing his pain and anguish.

   "Believe me, darling; I know how you must be feeling.  You have to
believe this is the best for all of us.  Look around you!  Do you see
anything wrong with any of us?  The only difference between my family and
yours is we're a lot closer with each other."

   Adam allowed his head to lifted while a hand - he didn't know whose -
dried his tears.  "You've all slept with each other." More statement than
question.

   "Yes," answered Etienne.  "You can't imagine the joy of having someone
making love to you who truly cares about you.  This isn't about just sex,
Adam; any of us can get sex anywhere.  This is about loving and being
loved."

   "Aren't you ashamed?"

   "Shame?  What's that?" asked Kymber.  "Like you, I was brought into the
family, only I got to see it firsthand.  Even then, I knew there was no
more beautiful way to express love."

   "Adam," began Devon, "there's no shame in being in love like this. 
We've eliminated shame and deception from our lives.  There isn't one
person in this room I wouldn't trust my soul to, no questions asked."

   "But, how can you make love to you own sister!  Don't you know how wrong
it is?"

   "Says who?" asked Ellie.  "The Bible?  The government?"

   Adam cast a defiant look at his mother-in-law.  "It's against the law."

   Lorne laughed, as did Kendra and Kymber.

   "Why are you laughing?  There's nothing funny about this?"

   "It's not against the law to love your family, Adam." Lorne looked the
younger man in the eye and said, "Besides, whose going to tell me the best
way to keep my family happy?  The mayor?  The governor?  Reverend Jackson
at the church?  I don't think so."

   "Why not?"

   "Only I know what it takes to make my family happy.  As father and
husband, it's my solemn goal in life to make them as happy as possible."

   "Even fucking them?" Adam's voice dripped venom.

   "Yes, even that," said Eti, looking at her father with undisguised
fondness.

   "And I suppose you go along with all of this?" The barbed question was
aimed directly at Kendra.

   "Of course I do; why do you think I'm so good at loving you?  I told you
I had good teachers."

   Quiet sobs wracked Adam as all of the truth made a nest in his heart and
soul.  That didn't stop him from asking, "What about me?  If you have them,
why do you need me?"

   "Because I love you, silly.  From the very first day, I knew you were
the one for me."

   "That still doesn't explain why."

   Etienne answered, moving to sit next to the stricken young man.  She ran
a hand along the tear-streaked face before her.  "The why of it is easy,
Adam.  Love has no power if it isn't shared.  That's what spreads the
happiness from one to the other."

   "I still don't understand." Adam trembled as Etienne continued to run
her fingers against his skin, finding the sensation strangely comforting.

   Kymber's soft voice offered an explanation.  "From the time you're born,
you get introduced to love.  Truly, it is because of love that you were
born.  Your parents show their love for you in many ways.  They feed you,
clothe you, and keep you safe from harm.  When they want to show you how
much they care, didn't you get lots of hugs and kisses?"

   "Yeah, I suppose so."

   "Even when they were angry, you knew they loved you," Devon said.

   "I would only realize it after I thought about it later."

   "Your parents," Lorne added, "taught you most of what you know, prepared
you to face the world.  But, tell me; when was the last time your mother or
father hugged you?"

   "The day of the wedding," Adam answered, not getting the point.

   "What was different about it?  Did it seem a little too impersonal?"

   Now that Lorne had mentioned it, his parents did seem a little distant.

   Lorne could see he had Adam's attention.  "Like your sister, Andrea, I
believe.  When did you notice your relationship with her changed?" I'll bet
your relationship with her was at its peak; you did everything together,
even bathe."

   Etienne: "Then, one day, you were told you couldn't bathe with your
sister any more.  Did it make sense to you?"
"No," Adam admitted.  "It didn't.  They just said we were getting too

big to take baths together."

   "And," added Devon, "from that day on, your relationship with Andrea
hasn't quite been the same, has it?"

   "No, no it hasn't.  We rarely speak these days."

   "She feels like you no longer love her, doesn't she?", asked Kymber,
stroking Adam's curly hair.

   "Yes!  How did you know?"

   Lorne's gentle laughter filled the room.  "It's easy, son.  Your parents
spent a lot of time teaching you to share your feelings with them and
Andrea.  As things progress and your feelings and, perhaps theirs grew
stronger, they saw too much love and affection could lead to lovemaking."

   All of this was beginning to make sense to Adam, adjusting his head so
Eti could have better access to his ear.

   "So, you're saying they taught me to love and care for my family then
decided to stop because they were afraid things would go too far."

   "Exactly." Kendra said, getting up to stand next to her father.  Kymber
took her place, holding his hands.  "When you stop sharing love, it dies,
leaving you to find it elsewhere."

   Adam looked confused.  "But, Kendra married me!  Obviously, there's
nothing wrong with the love she has for you.  How do you explain that?" Was
it getting warmer in here?

   "When love is strong, it lives.  It grows stronger as the love is shared
with others.  Simple."

   Adam looked toward Kymber as she spoke.  Were her eyes always that
green? Funny, he'd never noticed it before...

   Lorne looked up at Devon and nodded.  Slowly, he removed himself from
the tangle of bodies at his feet, going to stand next to his son.

   "Go to him, daughter," Devon said as he handed her off.  "He needs you
now more than ever.  Show him love."

   "Thanks for helping me with this; I couldn't have done it without you."

   Lorne gave a loving look at his granddaughter.  "What's family for,
honey?"

   Turning, Kendra looked down at her husband.  Adam was lost in thought,
not even noticing the circle of women around him.  With a smile, she joined
them.

   Part V, Chapter Twelve

   Kendra took a spot directly in front of Adam.  He looked so lost, so
vulnerable.  Taking his face in her hands, she called softly to him.

   "Adam?  We love you very much.  I'm sorry if we caused you any pain, but
it had to be brought out into the light.  I feel so much better now."

   Adam looked first at Kendra then to Eti, Ellie, and Kymber in turn.  In
the eyes of each woman, he found no hate or dislike.  Only love.  And,
something else...

   "I'm sorry I behaved so badly; this is all sudden and different."

   Kymber turned Adam's head and kissed him gently.  "Don't worry, Adam,
take time to let it all sink in."

   Adam's blood, which been a chunk of ice an hour earlier, thawed quickly
at the contact.  Looking into her eyes, he reasoned this really wasn't as
bad as it sounded.

   "Adam."

   Adam turned, finding himself looking into Eti's hazel eyes.  "We all
love you dearly." Leaning forward, Etienne kissed him.

   As did Ellie.  True to her devilish nature, Ellie let her tongue slide
between his lips.

   With Kendra, the circle became complete as she pulled Adam to her,
locking their lips together with fierce passion.

   Adam's head was swimming dizzily, attempting to figure out what was
happening to him.  His body knew, though, as he was also very much aware of
the throbbing erection making a tent in his pants.

   "Adam, love," Kendra said after breaking the kiss.  "It's time for you
to take your place in the family.  No one is going to force anything on
you; it must be accepted on your own."

   That said, Kendra sat back on her haunches to wait for Adam's decision.
She looked toward the other three women waiting with her, taking note of
Eti's calmness, Kymber's twinkling eyes, and her mother's outright look of
anticipation.

   Adam, too, had noticed those looks.  Turning, he looked for Lorne and
Devon, hoping to gain some support from them - only to discover them gone.
A troubled sigh whispered from his lips as Adam pondered how to respond. 
There was no doubt in the young man's mind about his love for Kendra; now
he was faced with extending that love to his mother-in-law and the other
women of the family.

   Glancing down at his hands, he recalled something Kendra told him one
night after a steamy session of making love, something about love being the
only true answer to one's happiness.  At the time, a lifetime ago, it
didn't make any sense so Adam had pretty much dismissed the cryptic remark.

   Adam smile wryly as he realized the meaning of Kendra's words that
night.

   "Might I be allowed to ask a question?"

   "Go ahead, honey," Kendra answered.  "What do you wish to know?"

   "Must I be a part of this?  I mean, this goes against everything I've
ever learned."

   Etienne answered him.  "Being loved goes against your teachings?  You've
been loved by your parents, haven't you?"

   Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation.  "Yes, but they would have never
dreamed about something like this!"

   Kymber spoke up, green eyes flashing.  "True enough.  You don't seem to
have a problem loving Kendra, do you?  She doesn't seem to mind sharing her
love with you!"

   "Of course not!"

   "Adam," Ellie said, "I'm going to be a bit more blunt than my mother and
grandmother.  You look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't wanted to
take me to bed.  Come on, admit it!  I have no problem telling you I'd jump
your bones in a minute!"

   "Why?"

   "Because you love my daughter and I love you.  And, shit, you're a stud
to boot!" A spattering of laughter bubbled up from the assembled women at
this.

   "All we're saying, darling," said Kendra, "is that we all love you.  All
of us want to show our love for you and, yes, want to be loved by you in
return.  Is that so terrible a thing for a person to want?"

   Adam could feel himself weakening under the combined logical assault as
he answered his wife.  "No, it isn't.  But what if someone gets jealous?"

   For a moment, the four women looked at each other before becoming
suddenly hysterical with laughter.

   "Jealousy!"

   "Is he kidding?"

   "Kenny, he isn't serious is he?"

   "I don't believe he said that..."

   Adam's mouth was open in disbelief; why were they laughing?

   Kendra reached for her husband's hand, squeezing it gently.  "Baby, in
this family, there's no such thing as being jealous.  The only thing anyone
ever gets around here is loved."

   Adam had only to look at the lovely faces around him to know Kendra
spoke the truth.  Taking a deep breath - damn, it was hot in here - he made
his decision.

   "I suppose it isn't fair to love Kendra as much as I do without showing
the rest of the family how much I love them as well." He chuckled before
saying, "I guess it's all or nothing, huh?"

   "That just about covers it, Adam," Ellie said.

   "Then count me in.  It seems to me not sharing my love with you would
make Kenny unhappy - and that's the last thing I want to do."

   As the four women stood, Adam searched his soul for signs of discomfort
with his decision, surprised to find himself comfortable with it.  At the
same time, he could shake the feeling he had just gotten in over his head.

   * * *

   Lorne looked across the table at Devon, grinning.  "Gin.  I believe
that's $20 you owe me."

   Devon tossed his cards down with feigned disgust.  "You take credit
cards?"

   "I'll put it on your tab.  Let's see, you now owe me, um, $135,000, give
or take a couple of hundred."

   "Dad?"

   "Yeah?"

   "It's awful quiet in there.  You wanna go take a peek?"

   Lorne cocked his head slightly, listening.  Shaking his head, he said,
"No, not really.  This is something Kendra has to deal with in her own way.
Adam will either accept it - accept us - or he won't."

   "I don't think he will; he doesn't seem open-minded enough."

   "I think he will, Dev.  He loves Kenny and, frankly, I've seen the way
he's been looking at Ellie."

   "Yeah, I know - Ellie wants to eat the boy alive!"

   "You want to play another hand?"

   "No, I owe you enough as it is, you old card shark!"

   "Tell you what.  Loser goes to see what's going on in there - deal?"

   "Deal.  Okay, get ready to take a walk, Dad!"

   "In your dreams, son."

   Three minutes later, Devon was heading for the living room, shaking his
head in disbelief.  I don't know how he does it, Devon thought.  As he
entered the living room, Devon came to an abrupt stop: the living room was
empty.

   "Dad!  You gotta see this!" Devon heard a crash, followed by a muffled
curse.  Seconds later, Lorne joined his son.

   "Where are they?"

   Devon looked around the room, his eyes catching a flash of yellow. 
Crossing the room, Devon picked up the golden cloth, instantly recognizing
it as the blouse as Kymber's.  Turning, he showed it to his father.

   "Looks like you were right, Dad."

   "So it would seem.  What say you and I go even up the odds?"

   "It's the fair thing to do!  Can't let Adam have all the fun, can we?"

   "After you, then."

   "No, after you - I insist!"

   "Age before beauty!"

   "Then you'd better get going, Grandpa!"

   Together, father and son climbed the stairs.  Once at the top, they
listened for the sounds of love being made.

   Lorne looked to his right, cocking his head.  "This way," he said moving
in the direction of Devon's old room.

   When Devon saw where they were going, he said, "It figures she'd use my
room."

   Lorne nodded in silent agreement.  Turning the doorknob, he pushed the
door open and stepped into the darkened room with Devon close behind.

   "Come on in and leave your clothes at the door," a voice invited, barely
heard amongst the groans and sounds of sexual pleasure.

   As their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the men could make out a
tangle of flesh in motion - somewhere under the mound of femininity was
Adam.  "Still dressed, eh?" The voice of his wife came to him and Lorne
turned his head in that direction, finding the still-lithe redhead seated
on Adam face, her breasts bouncing gently against her chest as she gyrated
her hips smoothly against his mouth.  Behind Kymber, Eti was riding the
poor boy for all she was worth, his shaft of dark meat standing out against
the lighter hues of her body.

   Devon took in the scene, feeling his manhood swelling in anticipation.
Looking to his left, he found his sister and daughter, locked in a frantic,
yet highly erotic, sixty-nine, each woman moaning with exquisite pleasure.

   Lorne had already shed his clothing and was standing in front of Kymber,
who took his turgid member deep into her throat, causing the older man to
visibly shudder.  Devon, now undressed, stepped across Adam's prone form,
offering his hardness to Eti.  He exhaled loudly as warm, moist mouth
covered hard, hot cock.

   * * *

   Adam couldn't believe what was happening to him.  Once inside the room,
the women quickly deprived him of his clothing, casting hungry glances at
his body.  He turned to Kendra, suddenly afraid; Kendra looked back at him,
shaking her head.

   "It's out of my hands, love.  You belong to all of us now."

   Before he could protest, a mouth covered his erection completely while
other lips and tongues explored his body.  Adam felt hands caressing him,
probing and touching before easing him to the carpeted floor.  Soon, he
found himself smothered in hot, wet pussy - he had no idea whose, but
Christ, what a huge clit!  He found his concentration slipping away as
several tongues bathed his cock with varying degrees of tenderness.

   A wet finger penetrated his bottom and his back arched in response,
driving his cock skyward before being swallowed whole.  Lips ticked and
tantalized his scrotal sac, while teeth gently nipped the tender flesh they
found there.

   A flurry of motion found Adam's face covered with yet another mound of
flesh.  Another large clitoris slipped between his lips as dark thighs
clamped around his head.  More in self-defense than anything else, Adam
sucked at the invading bit of hard flesh, flicking his tongue over the
exposed head.  He grinned as the body above him shook in reaction to his
touch, restoring his confidence and allaying his fears.  Reaching up, he
grabbed two hands full of firm buttocks, pulling them down harder onto his
awakening tongue.

   Seconds later, a hot flood of tangy liquid exploded into his mouth, the
flesh above him trembling mightily.  The thighs removed themselves from
around his head, only to be replaced by a set a tanned ones.  The flame-red
thatch of pubic hairs identified the owner as Kymber.  He felt her fingers
entwined themselves into his hair, pulling his head hard against her; at
the same time, he felt wet pussy enveloping his cock, clamping down on him.
Dimly, he was aware of a voice saying something about coming in and leaving
clothes somewhere...

   * * *

   Devon crossed to the tangle of females he knew to be his Ellie and
Kendra, his erection throbbing in his hand.  Deftly, he moved behind
Kendra, now on top, and with one powerful thrust, split her tender flesh
with his smooth hardness, grunting as he slid deep into the slick sheath.
Immediately, Ellie's tongue could be felt at the base of his shaft,
flittering and teasing as he fucked into his daughter.

   Kendra's efforts on Ellie's clit doubled as the thickness invaded and
spread her wide.  She sucked hard on her mother's clit, feeling it
throbbing between her lips.  The darkness was approaching and she wasn't
about to give in to it, not yet, not now.  She drew her tongue across the
sensitive head, felt it quiver crazily, then the flood of sweet juices as
Ellie's orgasm and release washed over her, hips thrusting upward to meet
Kendra's mouth.

   Ellie cried out as the orgasmic wave continued to punish her, feeling
the spreading pool of wetness under her.  Above her, she could see the
delicious sight of Devon's hard cock spreading Kendra wide, glittering
patches of pussy juices covering the veined shaft.  Ellie watched as
Devon's sac began to tighten - he was close to filling Kendra with his hot
spunk.

   The sounds of love filled Devon's head as he continued to thrust into
Kendra's yielding flesh.  An instant later, he was spilling inside of her,
his cock pulsing jet after jet of love into her sweet hole.

   "Shit!  Yes!  Pump it, baby, pump it!" Kendra pushed back against the
hardness, feeling the hot stickiness coat her insides.  "Fill that bitch
up! Flood it!"

   A scant few feet away, Lorne looked up, smiling: Kendra could be so
sluttish when it came to loving!  He reached down and removed Kymber from
Adam's face, noting the green eyed beauty's look of pure bliss as she
poured love down Adam's throat, so much the younger man was choking with
the effort to keep up with the hot flow.  Laying his wife down, Lorne
impaled her with one hard thrust of his hips, then settled in to ravage her
body, savoring the familiar feel of her.  His lips locked onto an erect
nipple and he bit down on it lightly, feeling Kymber's nails digging into
his back.

   Kymber gasped as her husband filled and spread her, the feeling
intensified by the over-sensitivity of her sex - Adam's lips and tongue had
done quite a number on her!  When his mouth closed onto her nipple a
soothing warmth flowed through her which quickly changed to a raging
inferno as Lorne's teeth scraped across the hard surface.  Sharp, delicious
pain flowed through her breast, heading straight for the junction of their
bodies as she dug her nails into Lorne's back.

   "Ah, damn it!" Lorne could feel a trickle of blood running down his
back, encouraging him to double his efforts.  He plowed into her with long,
hard strokes, which moved them along the carpeted floor.  His knees burned
with the irritation caused by friction against the abrasive material;
however, he was beyond giving a flying fuck, concentrating on burying his
cock deeper into Kymber.

   Kymber could feel the scrape of carpet against her back and buttocks as
well, the additional pain adding to the pleasures being heaped upon her. 
She opened her eyes to see Lorne's perspiring face and the fierce,
passionate look in his eyes.  With each thrust, Kymber could feel Lorne's
large knob against the entrance to her womb, building the feelings within
her beyond tolerance.  For what seemed to be forever, Kymber tottered on
the brink of release; Lorne withdrew once more, too aware of the tight,
tingling feeling at the base of his cock.  With a grunt, he set himself
deep into his loving wife, feeling the rippling flesh part with his
passing.

   "Ooh, darling!  Now, baby, now!" Kymber's words became incoherent as
love sent her flying over the edge of sanity, crashing into the orgasmic
rocks below, while Lorne's passionate grunts changed into a low, lusty
growl as he flowed into her, bathing her womb with thick, spermy love.

   Meanwhile, Etienne sat astride Adam's cock, immersed in the wonderful
feeling of having his hardness inside.  She smiled while looking down at
the helpless young man beneath her.  Adam's eyes were screwed tightly shut;
a light sheen of Kymber's juices coated his face.  Leaning forward, Eti
kissed Adam deeply, while focusing her concentration on a certain set of
muscles.

   Adam was close to losing it - and he knew it.  Somehow, this woman knew
how to keep him right on the edge, prolonging his pleasure.  He felt Eti's
weight shift just before her mouth covered his.  Hot, snaking tongue
slipped in to find his and they battled with each other; to Adam's 'shame',
he was losing - and badly!  Just as he was about to make an attempt to
assert himself, he felt Etienne's pussy contract around him, hard, then
soft, then hard again.  Etienne's smile widen as Adam grew thicker within
her.

   Adam's world spun out of its orbit as the first milky spurts of love
were drawn from him.  It was like making love to Kenny, only three times
more intense as he found himself caught in the throes of the most powerful
orgasm he'd ever experienced.

   Eti continued to smile as the first spurts splattered into her, using
her well-trained muscles to coax more of the precious fluid from him. 
"Come on, Adam!  Don't be so stingy with it - let it flow!" All Adam could
do was groan as Eti's pussy milked the last drops from him until he grew
soft.

   "Grandmother?  Did you leave anything for me?"

   Eti turned toward Kendra, sparing a glance at Adam.  "I don't know -
maybe.  Adam?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Are you okay?"

   "Hmm?"

   Kendra smiled.  "He's okay - I know that confused sound."

   Ellie's voice floated across the room.  "Hey!  Don't let him go to sleep
before I get a shot at him!"

   Kendra looked at her mother with mock anger.  "Mom!"

   "What?"

   "Give him a break, will you?"

   Ellie's answer was to crawl toward Adam, a cat stalking her prey.  "I'll
give him a break - trust me!" Reaching her son-in-law, Ellie's body flowed
onto his, her tongue finding his softened shaft and the dried juices
encrusted along its shriveled length.

   "Oh, look," Ellie purred.  "He's not ready yet.  Well, we'll just have
to fix that, won't we?" Taking a breath, Ellie swallowed Adam whole, the
flakes of his dried seed dissolving in the liquid warmth of her mouth.

   "Mom..." Kendra knew Adam wouldn't be able to deal with this new assault
on his tender manhood.

   Ellie waved a hand at her daughter, signaling she should be quiet. 
Beneath her, Adam moaned, his body jerking.  She added a moan of her own,
feeling him growing in her mouth.  She sucked gently yet with a firmness
not to be denied until the young neophyte was once again proudly erect.

   Ellie let Adam's cock slip out of her mouth.  Holding it in her hand,
she looked at the assembled family members.  "Anyone want some of this?"

   Throughout all of this, Adam lay stunned and just a tad bit confused. 
It was bad enough Etienne had worked some sort of spell on him, draining
him effortlessly.  Experience had taught Adam he'd be unable to continue.
Now his mother-in-law had not only revived his member, but was offering it
to the others like it was dessert!  And now, adding to his disbelief, here
was Devon, all male, lowering his mouth, enveloping him in its warmth.

   Somewhere in the dark reached of Adam's thoughts, instinct warred
against learned behavior.  His instinct was to lay back and enjoy the
scintillating feelings while his learned behavior just wasn't buying
another man blowing him.  Confused by the internal battle, he turned his
head, only to find another cock just mere inches from his face!  While he
was focused on Devon, Lorne had obviously moved next to him, joining Ellie
who was whispering comforting words in his ear.

   What kind of person did they think he was?  Adam's thoughts were in
turmoil.  Being a part of an orgy, well, he could deal with that (couldn't
he?), even if all the participants were related to each other.  And, having
his cock so lovingly tended to by Devon, well, it wasn't all that bad (was
it?) - it really felt nice and showed his appreciation by flexing his hips
upward to meet Devon's mouth.

   But a cock in his face!  What did they expect him to do?

   "Dad?  Would you scratch my back?  It really itches!"

   Adam felt and saw Lorne move to comply with Ellie's request, bringing
the thick, veined shaft more into his field of vision.  As it hovered just
mere inches from his face, Adam took a moment to look at it closely as a
clear drop of liquid hung precariously from the slit.

   Devon was doing something tantalizing with his tongue causing Adam to
gasp aloud.  As his mouth opened, Lorne shifted his position again, done
with scratching Ellie's back.  The crystal droplet fell, finding its way
onto Adam's parted lips; instinctively, he licked his lips and, surprise,
it didn't taste all that bad...

   Part V, Chapter Thirteen

   As the men were momentarily occupied, Kendra, Etienne, Ellie, and Kymber
busied themselves with each other.  Kendra felt a rush of excitement run
through her as she watched her husband happily slurping away on her
grandfather's cock.  Who would have thought it?  Further thoughts on the
subject were driven away by the raspy sensations being provided by Kymber's
tongue on her nipple.

   Kendra shivered as chills radiated from her erect nipple outwards
leaving goose bumps in their wake.  This was a special joy for Kendra as
the chills reached her pubic area, instantly changing into a soothing heat.
"Mmm, that feels so nice!"

   Kymber smiled and shifted her attention to Kendra's other nipple - lest
it begin to feel left out, you know?  Within seconds, the once-flat nipple
responded to Kymber's touch, becoming erect and waiting for more
stimulation.

   "Mmmm," Kymber moaned, washing her tongue across the underside of
Kendra's breast, her hands gently cupping its weight.  "You have such
lovely tits - I can't keep my mouth off of them!"

   Kendra's only reply was a seductive smile as the warmth continued to
change into a moist, penetrating heat, running her hands along the smooth
contours of the elder redhead's body, all the while marveling at how firm
it was for a woman her age.

   With practiced ease, Kymber continued working her way down her
granddaughter's body, stopping only long enough to flick her tongue into
Kendra's navel, delighting in firm tummy muscles rippling in response. 
Straddling the younger woman's body, she offered her own musky nest for
inspection.

   Kendra wasted no time in plunging her mouth onto the fleshy offering,
capturing Kymber's clit between her full lips, sucking gently until the bit
of flesh there began to grow firm.

   "Oh, yes!" Kymber gasped, shuddering at the contact.  "Do me, eat me!"
Gasping once more, Kymber lowered her head to the dark triangle between
Kendra's now-open legs, seeking and finding what she desired.

   Not to be outdone, Ellie and Etienne were deep into an oral battle of
their own, each woman sucking and licking the other with a passion which
wouldn't be denied.

   The room filled with the sounds of love being made.  The soft rustle of
flesh against flesh was occasionally punctuated with heavy breathing,
grunting and moaning.

   And, of course, the equally occasional curse from Kenny as Kymber's
experienced tongue took her to higher levels of pleasure.

   Adam was lost in the new - yet familiar- sensations.  Devon's mouth
continued to do wonderful, delightful things to his swollen member while
Lorne continued to pump thick cock meat into his mouth.

   "This is crazy," he thought.  "There's a man sucking my dick and another
man has his dick in my mouth - and I'm loving every minute of it!"

   Lorne was loving it too, feeling his sac tighten and the indescribable
tingling sensation crawling up his spine.  With shorter, faster strokes, he
continued to assault the young man's mouth urging himself on to completion.

   Adam could feel Lorne's cock growing thicker, knowing what the faster
strokes meant.  He backed off until just the bulbous head remained, running
his tongue across what he hoped was a sensitive area.

   It was.  One moment there was nothing but fat, hard cock in his mouth.
The next, Adam's mouth was flooded with a copious amount of sticky, salty
fluid which was spilling from his mouth at an seemingly incredible rate. 
The shock of this latest experience was enough to shove him over the edge,
very much aware of his own manhood pumping spurt after spurt of man-love
into Devon's waiting mouth.

   Unlike Adam, Devon didn't miss one precious drop.  Once the last of
Adam's seed was taken, Devon got up and straddled Adam's chest, his hand
furiously working the elongated hard shaft of his maleness, seeking his own
release.

   Lorne, momentarily drained, moved to one side and watched as Adam
grabbed Devon's hips, pulling him closer until the head of Devon's cock
disappeared into the novice's mouth.

   Now with his thighs on either side of Adam's head, Devon leaned forward
to rest on his elbows before thrusting gently into Adam's mouth, once,
twice...  There!  Devon's body stiffened as his seed began to flow from him
in hot spurts.

   If Adam felt he was lost before, where was he now?  Devon's sperm, just
as thick (but not as salty) continued to flow into his mouth and into his
belly, creating a satisfying warmth and, strangely, putting an end to a
hunger he had been feeling.

   Rolling to one side and panting heavily, Devon looked at his son-in-law,
the younger man's face covered with gooey love.  Without a thought, he
leaned forward and began licking Adam's face clean until nothing remained.

   Crossing the room to where four exhausted women lay sprawled in various
positions, Devon and Lorne found places between their bodies and stretched
out beside them; however, Adam remained where he was.  Kendra noticed his
absence and called to him.

   "Honey, why don't you come on over?" Her question went unanswered;
suddenly alarmed at his silence, Kendra freed herself from the tangle of
flesh and crawled over to him.

   Reaching him, she could immediately see something was wrong as indicated
by the large teardrops cascading along the contours of his face.  Gently,
Kendra reached out and placed a hand on his chest.

   "Baby, what's wrong?"

   Adam's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the tears.  The sight of his
lovely wife (once his vision cleared, that is) gave him great comfort - and
just a bit of distress as well.  He reached up to stroke her face and
quickly dropped his hand, noticing how bad it was shaking.  The physical
and emotional repercussions rapidly renewed themselves in his mind and his
river of tears began again.  The rest of the family was alert and watching
as well.  Ellie started to move towards them and was stopped by Lorne.

   "Ellie, no.  They have to work this out for themselves."

   "But, Dad..."

   "No buts.  Everyone stay right where you are."

   Kendra cradled Adam's head in her lap and began rocking, feeling his
tears dripping onto her.  Deep sobs wracked his body as Adam gave in to the
overwhelming turmoil.  For long minutes, husband and wife sat like this
until his sobs subsided.  Kendra could feel his pain and confusion as if it
were her own, causing her to fight against the emotions building inside her
own soul.

   Finally, Adam turned over until he was looking up at his wife, wiping
his face with the back of his hand.  Clearing his throat, he spoke for the
first time since this all began.

   "I'm sorry...  I don't know why I broke down like that."

   "There's nothing to be sorry for, my darling.  If anything, we should
apologize for dumping all of this on you at one time and forcing you to
make a decision."

   "You didn't force me into anything."

   "I know, but we let our love for you - and each other - put you into a
bad situation with yourself."

   "Kenny, you don't understand; I'm not angry with any of you.  What
happened was, well, more than what I thought it would be."

   Adam sat up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.  Turning slightly,
he addressed the family.

   "When we were talking about this, all I could see was some pretty wild
sex.  It wasn't until Devon and Lorne, ah, had their way with me I realized
this family loving thing was bigger than anything I could have imagined."

   Adam suddenly stood, going to the bathroom.  A moment later, all in
attendance could hear the sounds of him blowing his nose, followed by the
unmistakable sound of running water.  Seconds later, the toilet flushed and
Adam reemerged, looking much more composed.

   "Sorry - had to take care of some business." He flashed everyone a smile
before sitting down again, this time with the family.  Kendra scurried to
sit next to him.  When he had their attention, Adam continued.  "When I was
alone with all of you," nodding at the women, "I was thinking how kinky it
would be having all this attention from them.  When the guys showed up, I
thought 'so much the better!'"

   "What I didn't realize was all of this wasn't about fucking - it was
about being in love.  When us guys were getting it on, it hit me.  I saw
myself doing things I've never done before and loving every minute of it.
My feeling went beyond just mere sexual satisfaction and it wasn't until we
had finished I realized I'd never been loved so much before in my life."

   "Guys, I do apologize for not giving you as good as I got, but like I
said, I've never done anything like this before."

   "The only thing which matters is you accepted our love and gave love in
return," Lorne said.  "It doesn't matter if you were good at it or not."
Heads nodded in agreement.

   Adam nodded, understanding Lorne's words.  "I had a lot to think about
in a very short space of time and, shit, it got the best of me.  I was
crying because I've never been so happy before."

   Etienne's soft voice floated in the air.  "That's what it's all about,
Adam - love and happiness." Eti rose from her place next to Kymber and sat
next to Adam.

   "You see, when my father and I began all of this, all we had was love
for each other.  When Kymber joined the family, there was still a great
deal of love.  When the children were born," she gestured to the assembled
young adults, "we knew then our love was too much to keep all to
ourselves."

   Kymber spoke up, her voice low and husky.  "Remember, dear Adam, love is
nothing if it isn't shared.  Without sharing, love never has a chance to
spread and grow.  Even my father realized this; I'm just glad we had a
chance to share our love before he died."

   "It's all we've known all our lives," said Ellie while Devon nodded in
agreement.  "For us to do anything else, well, just doesn't make sense."

   A lull settled over the room as Kendra, her voice very quiet, had her
say.  "And then I met you."

   Lorne's baritone voice filled the room, sounding all the world to Adam
like the voice of God.

   "Son, look at it this way, if you will.  Eventually, you would have
discovered our secret.  We all felt it better to introduce you to the
family in this manner instead - it's a lot easier on the nerves, wouldn't
you say?"

   "Yes, sir.  I hate to think how I may have reacted had I found out about
this somewhere down the road."

   "Good.  Now, if no one has any objections, let's all go to bed - I'm
tired and need my beauty rest."

   As everyone moved to first collect their respective mates, Kendra
cleared her throat for attention.

   "Uh, could I have your attention for a moment?" Even Adam stopped in
mid-stride, turning toward his wife.  Convince everyone was paying
attention she continued.  "I have an announcement to make."

   "What is it, honey?" Adam asked, clearly curious as was everyone in the
room.

   "I've got something I need to show everyone.  Just a minute." Kendra
dashed to the pile of clothing under the window, picking through the
remnants until she found what she was looking for.

   "Ah!  Here it is!" Returning to the sleepy group, she held up the object
in her hand.  "Ta-da!"

   In the semi-darkness, everyone strained to identify the object.

   "Oh, shit." That from Lorne.  As everyone realized what Kendra was
holding, the room quickly filled with gasps.

   "You mean..."

   "Nah, that can't be right...  can it?"

   "What?  WHAT?" Adam was still a bit punch-drunk from all which had
happened this evening.  "What in the hell is going on?"

   Devon turned and patted Adam on the shoulder.  "What's your favorite
color, son?"

   "Blue.  Why?"

   Ellie planted a kiss on his cheek.  "Glad to hear it, Adam.  Goodnight!"

   Adam turned to his wife, who handed him the object of everyone's
excitement.  It took him a moment to recognize it and what it meant.

   "This is, oh shit, this means..."

   "It sure does!  I'm pregnant!" As Kymber, Etienne and Lorne moved close
to congratulate Kendra, they all heard a muffled thump.  Kymber and Eti
both looked at Lorne who, if he could, would have vanished right on the
spot.

   "Does that sound familiar?" asked Kymber.

   "Oh, I believe it does, dear sister - I believe it does!  Doesn't it,
Dad?"

   "No comment.  Come on, let's get the poor child out of the floor and
into bed."

   Together, they picked Adam's insensate form off the floor.  Lorne
unceremoniously slung the unconscious father-to-be across his shoulder and
headed off in the direction of Kendra's room.

   Kendra looked puzzled, however, Etienne provided the explanation.

   "It seems to be a family trait - we get pregnant, they pass out."

   "Men."

   "I know.  Can't live with them, can't live without them.  Go figure."

   Part V, Chapter Fourteen

   The next morning, Adam drove to his parents' home to tell them the good
news.  During the drive, Kendra noticed her husband's silence.

   "Are you okay?"

   The car rolled to a stop at a traffic light, allowing Adam to turn and
look at Kendra.  "Yeah, I'm fine."

   "You're awfully quiet this morning."

   "I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."

   "Would you like to talk about it?"

   The light changed.  Adam pulled away from the intersection, shaking his
head.  "No, not right now.  I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I've
got to get all of this sorted out."

   Kendra wasn't upset over his silence nor was she offended by it.  "Well,
whenever you're ready to talk about it, let me know."

   Adam squeezed her hand.  "I will, Kenny.  Don't worry, things will work
out - I just need a little time to get it all together."

   A few minutes later, they arrived at the home of Adam's parents, Roger
and Allison Harrison.  Adam was surprised to see his sister's car in the
drive.  Within seconds of ringing the door bell, Adam and Kendra were
greeted by Allison's smiling face.

   "Well look at what the wind blew in our direction," she exclaimed. 
Embracing first Kendra then Adam, Allison led them to the family room where
Roger and Andrea were sitting.

   "Come on in and grab a seat!  It's good to see you!" Roger Harrison
stood and shook hands with his son.  "And Kendra!  Come here and give me a
hug!"

   Kendra crossed the short distance to where her father-in-law stood and
embraced him affectionately, letting the embrace last just a tiny bit
longer than what was considered normal.  "It's good to see you again, Mr.
Harrison.  I take it you've been well?"

   "As well as can be expected, thank you.  Oh!  Where are my manners?  You
do remember Andrea, don't you?"

   "Of course I do!  How could I forget my maid of honor?" Kendra leaned
over and planted a kiss on Andrea's cheek, catching the scent of an expense
perfume.

   Andrea returned the sisterly peck, noticing the smooth warmth of
Kendra's cheek.  "Hi, Kenny!  Looks like married life is treating you
well!"

   Kendra smiled broadly.  "Yeah, well, it has its advantages.  How about
you and your husband?"

   The atmosphere in the room dimmed slightly, immediately informing Kendra
she had hit on a touchy subject.  "Oh, I'm sorry..."

   Andrea waved a hand in dismissal.  "It's all right, Kenny.  Dale and I
are just having a minor disagreement."

   Still a bit uncomfortable, Kendra took a seat beside Adam.

   "Well!  What brings you kids here?" asked Allison, glad to break the
somber mood.

   "We have some good news to share with you," said Adam while turning to
look at Kendra.

   "Don't keep us in suspense, son," Roger prompted.  "What's the good
news?"

   With barely disguised glee, Adam looked at his parents and sister. 
"We're going to have a baby."

   For a moment, all heads turned to Kendra for confirmation, which she
gave with a tiny nod of her head.  Another second for the news to sink in -
and the room exploded in well-wishes and questions as to what the
parents-to-be wanted, boy, girl, or both.  Of course, this was followed by
the age-old answer of it didn't matter as long as...

   Father and son shook hands, both grinning like idiots while Kendra
exchanged more hugs with mother- and sister-in-law.  Andrea took the
opportunity to whisper something in Kendra's ear.

   "I'm so happy for you!"

   "Thanks, Andrea."

   "One thing, though - can I talk to you about something?"

   Kendra leaned back from the embrace, her curiosity piqued.  "Sure," she
answered.  "Whenever you're ready."

   Andrea interrupted her parents and brother long enough to excuse herself
and Kendra from the room.  Motioning Kendra to follow, Andrea led the way
upstairs.

   Adam glanced in their direction as they disappeared upstairs.  "What's
that all about?"

   Allison patted his hand.  "Wife talk, Adam - nothing you'd be interested
in." However, in the back of her mind, Allison had to admit curiosity.

   "Oh, let them go!  This calls for a drink to celebrate!" Roger rose from
his seat, heading for the oak and leather bar in the other room.  "All
right folks, belly up to the bar!  Drinks are on the house!"

   * * *

   Andrea stepped aside to allow Kendra to enter the room before following
and closing the door.  She crossed the room and sat on the bed, motioning
for Kendra to sit next to her.  As Andrea framed her thoughts, Kendra took
a moment to look around the room, thinking how perfectly it reflected its
former occupant.

   Colonial-style furniture, with carpeting and wallpaper done in lively,
yet subtle pastel colors.  This was a woman used to getting what she wanted
without being brash and pushy about it.  Kendra's examination of the room
was halted by the sound of Andrea clearing her throat.  Turning toward the
sound, Kendra gave her sister-in-law her full attention.  "As I said
downstairs, Dale and I, well, we're having some problems.  Nothing major,
mind you, but I was wondering how you and Adam settle any differences
between you."

   "Oh, that's easy," Kendra answered.  "We don't disagree with each
other."

   "That's impossible," said Andrea, not attempting to hide the disbelief
in her voice.

   "No, not really.  Adam and I get along just fine.  If we have a
difference of opinion on something, it's no big deal - he's entitled to his
opinion."

   "Are you telling me if he wanted to do something and you didn't, you
wouldn't argue with him?"

   "No, I wouldn't.  I trust Adam; if he wanted me to do something, then it
must be important to him."

   "So you'd go along with it."

   "When possible.  Despite what you might think, I do have a life.  Adam
knows and respects this."

   Andrea shook her head.  "It can't be that easy."

   "No, it isn't, but love goes a long way in helping to avoid ugly
situations."

   Andrea's laugh had a bitter sound to it.  "Love.  Right.  The only thing
Dale loves is Dale.  Ever since the day we got married, it's always been
about him and to hell with what I want."

   Kendra placed a hand on Andrea's knee.  "You're saying Dale doesn't love
you?"

   "He does, but..."

   Kendra nodded, suddenly understanding.  "He loves you but has a funny
way of showing it."

   Andrea frowned at Kendra's comment, thinking just how much truth the
statement contained.  Her features softened as she turned to face her
sister-in-law.

   "Kenny?  Tell me something."

   "If I can, Andrea."

   "How do you deal with Adam?  I mean, why do you two get along so well?"

   Kendra thought for a moment before answering.  "Well, I understand Adam
and of course I love him.  I respect and value his opinions."

   "It can't be that easy!"

   Kendra smiled, gently touching Andrea's hand.  "It is, believe me.  As
his wife, it's my trust to keep him happy, something I'm proud and pleased
to do."

   Andrea's face brightened, thinking she had found a flaw in Kendra's
thinking.  "Ah-ha!  Does he feel the same way?"

   Kendra's smile widened.  "Of course he does - why wouldn't he?"

   "I suppose you have a point.  Adam has always been the agreeable type.
How does he get along with your parents and the rest of the family?"

   "Just fine.  They love and respect each other very much.  In the
beginning, there were a few difficulties, but they were quickly resolved."

   "Difficulties?  Like what?"

   Kendra knew she had to be careful here, taking a few extra seconds to
form her answer.  "He had to get used to a few things about my family, like
our somewhat affluent lifestyle."

   Andrea nodded; the Williams' family wealth would be something Adam would
have to get used to, not that his own family wanted for very much.

   "Also, he had to get used to everyone wanting to do things for him and
expecting nothing in return."

   "I can imagine that just fine; Adam was always the type who wanted to do
things for himself and wouldn't hear of not repaying a favor done for him."

   "Other than those things, my family and Adam get along just fine."

   Andrea's frustration began to show.  "There's got to be something I can
do, something I haven't thought of yet."

   "If there's anything I can do," Kendra offered, "let me know."

   "Perhaps there is something else," Andrea said.

   "Anything.  Just ask it."

   Andrea's features flushed crimson.  "If I'm not being too nosey, how is
your sex life?"

   The yellow warning lights of caution flashed brighter in Kendra's mind.
"It couldn't be any better.  Adam is so loving and thoughtful." Kendra
smiled devilishly.  w "He's pretty good, too.  But, like most men, he could
be better.  I don't worry about it though; we've got plenty of time
together."

   Andrea took in Kendra's statement, feeling a momentary pang of jealousy
- her sex life with Dale often left a lot to be desired.  "You're one lucky
girl."

   "I like to think so."

   Standing, Andrea looked around the room.  "I'd give anything to have the
kind of happiness you've got."

   Kendra regarded Andrea closely.  Clearly, the poor woman didn't have
enough love in her life and it make Kendra sad.  She mentally crossed her
fingers and made a decision.

   "The price of happiness can be rather steep, you know.  Andrea?"

   "Huh?"

   "Be careful what you wish for - you might get it and find it wasn't what
you wanted."

   "I don't get it."

   Kendra rose and went to stand in front of Andrea.  Taking her hands,
Kendra looked into the dark-haired beauty's deep brown eyes.  "The secret
to my happiness.  I can share it with you if happiness is what you're truly
looking for."

   Tears began to form at the corners of Andrea's eyes.  "I don't want to
lose Dale!  Despite his crazy behavior, I really do love him!"

   Kendra reached up to wipe Andrea's tears away.  "Hey!  Don't cry - it'll
be all right!"

   With a sob, Andrea threw herself into Kendra's arms, her tears flowing
freely.  Kendra held her close, feeling Andrea's pain...  and something
else.  As she held Andrea against her, Kendra could feel the other woman's
tears, first warm then cool against her cheek.  Kendra was very much aware
of the increasing pressure their bodies were creating as a trembling Andrea
held on for dear life.

   Kendra was becoming more and more excited, finding it a bit difficult to
resist the natural urge to provide the ultimate comfort to her
sister-in-law.  Still, it didn't stop her from using one hand to stroked
Andrea's long dark hair.  "There, there.  It's okay, Andrea.  Let it all
out." Through the fabric of her clothing, Kendra could feel Andrea's
nipples harden which caused her own nipples to respond in kind, wondering
if Andrea could feel it as well.  This was starting to get dangerous...

   Within the midst of her sadness, Andrea could feel an excitement
building within her.  It felt strange yet somehow familiar.  As her tears
continued to flow, a part of her mind reached out and touched the
excitement...  And recoiled as she recognized it.  Oh, yes, she felt this
excitement before!  But where?

   Nuzzled in the crook of Kendra's neck, inhaling the natural scent of
her, Andrea remembered where - and when - she had felt this excitement
before: The first time she and Kendra had met.  That wasn't the only time,
either!  Andrea knew she felt it at the wedding, from the time they arrived
at the church, all through the ceremony, and during the reception.  And the
moment Kendra walked in the door an hour ago.

   * * *

   Adam cheerfully filled his parents in on the details of Kendra's
pregnancy, all the while wonder what his wife and sister were talking
about.

   "You must be very happy," his mother asked.

   "I am, Mom, I am.  This is a happy time for all of us."

   Roger Harrison sat forward in his seat, leaning slightly in Adam's
direction, his face becoming a bit more serious.  "Mind if I ask a
question?"

   "Roger..." Allison warned.  "Don't start it - not now."

   Roger waved a hand in dismissal at his wife.  "Woman, don't start on
me."

   Disagreements were rare between his parents, Adam thought, but he still
felt uneasy whenever a difference in opinion cropped up.  "Dad, ask your
question."

   Shooting his wife a triumphant look, Roger turned back to Adam.  "How
are you getting along with your in-laws?"

   Adam was puzzled.  "Fine.  Why do you ask?"

   "I was just wondering."

   "I seriously doubt you were just wondering, Dad."

   Allison opened her mouth to speak, only to close it after a look from
Roger.

   "Heh, heh," the elder Harrison chuckled.  "You've got me there, son. 
It's just, well, I still think it's strange you're still living there with
them."

   Adam shook his head.  "Dad, have you seen the house?  It's huge, big
enough for three families."

   "So I've been told.  Son, a man should have his own home to raise his
family in!  That's all I'm saying."

   "Dad, you worry too much.  Kendra and I are more than happy right where
we are."

   With the debate heating up between father and son, Allison began to
wonder about Andrea and Kendra - they've been gone for some time. 
Curiosity began to set in as Allison quietly left the room and headed
upstairs.

   * * *

   Kendra quickly discovered she was between the proverbial rock and hard
place.  On one hand, she felt good being able to comfort Andrea at this
time in her life.  On the other, the close contact between them was
beginning to make things, uh, interesting.

   The scent of Andrea's perfume, combined with the heady scent of her
pheromones, was awakening a different kind of sympathy within Kendra, who
bit her lip against the mounting excitement.  One part of her mind,
however, was glad to see she wasn't the only one being carried away by the
moment.

   Andrea's sobs weren't as deep now as they were moments ago.  In fact,
just standing here hugging Kendra made every problem she ever had seemed
trivial in comparison.  And, since you mentioned it, doesn't this wonderful
woman have the smoothest skin, so soft and velvety?

   Something in Andrea's mind was saying it was time to break the embrace,
pull herself together, and go on with things.  However, for some reason,
she didn't want to let Kendra out of her arms.

   Kendra's lust was stirring with each passing moment, her hands beginning
to move along the other woman's body of their own volition.  Her fingers
massaged the tense muscles along Andrea's lower back, feeling them relax.
As did Andrea, who responded by melting further into Kendra's warm embrace.
Without a thought, Andrea lifted her head slightly, kissing the underside
of Kendra's jaw with trembling lips.

   Kendra inhaled sharply as Andrea's lips fluttered against her face. 
Instinctively, she tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck and
throat.  Her passion, which was barely held in check, began to infuse her
with its enticing warmth.  Kendra's eyes closed momentarily, wanting to be
swept away.  Oh, this felt so very nice!  Her eyes flew open with the
realization of what would happen if this were to continue.  Gently, Kendra
tried to disengage herself from Andrea's advances, only to be firmly held
in place.

   "No," a trembling voice whispered in her ear.  "Don't leave me.  Not
now." Andrea wrapped her arms around Kendra's firm body, holding her tight
while sucking gently the soft skin of Kendra's neck.

   Instinct overrode common sense for a split second.  It was all the time
Kendra's lust needed to assert itself and take command of the moment.

   "Okay," she murmured.  "If that's the way you want it." With one hand,
Kendra reached up and found the zipper of Andrea's dress, pulling it down
in one swift motion.  Once the material had fallen away from the other
woman's shoulders, Kendra used the same hand to deal with the clasp of
Andrea's bra.

   Andrea couldn't believe what was happening to her, let alone the fact
she had started all of this!  A dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual, Andrea had
never given one single thought about making love with another woman.  Yet,
here she was, holding onto her sister-in-law with a passion she didn't know
she had, with her dress now down around her ankles and her breasts swinging
freely.

   Kendra managed to free herself from Andrea's embrace; with her lust
fully in control, she began the process of bringing Andrea joy, licking her
lips in a way which made Andrea think of someone pondering a menu full of
delicious food.

   Andrea's mind continued to race along at a maddening pace.  "Why am I
allowing this?" she asked herself as Kendra's lips captured her earlobe,
sucking gently.  "I don't like women like this," her mind screamed.  "Make
it stop!"

   Aloud, Andrea said, "Oh, shut up," feeling the chill racing through her
body as Kendra's tongue traced wild, sensuous patterns along her neck. 
Warm hands massaged and kneaded her buttocks as Andrea gave in to Kendra's
insistent advances, feeling her juices pooling in the crotch of her
panties.

   Kendra nuzzled her face into Andrea's more than ample cleavage.  Gently,
she guided Andrea backward until they were able to fall onto the bed. 
Hungry mouths sought and found each other.  Tongues battled for dominance
while hands roamed with minds of their own.

   Kendra raised herself long enough to assist Andrea in removing her
clothing, which was tossed aside.  She took a moment to look into the other
woman's eyes, searching for acceptance of what was to happen, what had to
happen.

   The intense gaze of those hazel-brown eyes froze Andrea, leaving her
suddenly afraid.  She knew she couldn't allow this to happen, yet, she did
nothing to stop it as Kendra lowered her head, capturing a very erect
nipple, giving it a tongue lashing it would never forget.  Moaning, Andrea
held Kendra's head to her breast, committing herself to the unthinkable and
the unknown.

   Wet, flickering tongue washed over every inch of one breast and ran
along the deep cleavage splitting the fleshy orbs before moving to the
other breast, repeating the tantalizing washing.  Hot, moist breath
preceded soft, sucking lips as the other nipple was held prisoner and made
to suffer the consequences of being on Andrea's body.

   Andrea sighed despite herself as soft, firm hands kneaded her flesh in
the most fascinating places!  And that wonderful mouth was, oh God!  It was
moving down her tummy, teeth nipping here and there.  Andrea knew what was
next, knew it shouldn't happen, knew she wouldn't stop it.  She lifted and
parted her legs as Kendra's breath on her pubic hairs heralded better
things to come.

   Kendra lost herself in the passion, feeling it devour her.  Andrea's
body was such a delight!  Smooth and curvy in all the right places, while
here at her center, the coarseness of her hair provided a stimulating
contrast.  Even now, the scent of hot, inviting pussy reached her - and she
wasn't about to turn down the invitation!  Reaching under Andrea, Kendra
filled her hands with plump, luscious bottom, feeling the heat and the need
to put out the flames.

   * * *

   Allison Harrison reached the top of the stairs, the sounds of the father
and son discussion fading in the distance.  Turning right, she headed in
the direction of Andrea's bedroom; logically, it would be the place she'd
go to have a private conversation.  Like her husband, Allison was worried
about this nonsense with Dale.  If Kendra could shed some light on the
solution, then perhaps it would be best to hear of it first hand.

   Reaching her destination, Allison took a breath before tapping lightly
on the door.  For long seconds, there was no immediate response, so she
tapped again, not wanting to interrupt but needing to know everything was
going all right for her daughter.

   When no response was forthcoming, Allison turned away from the door; she
was pretty sure Andrea would have used her old room!  As she took a step
towards Adam's room, she heard Andrea's voice, muffled by the heavy oak
door.  Placing her hand on the ornate door knob, Allison turned it, giving
the door a push.  It responded by opening silently, a tribute to Roger
Harrison's attention to squeaky hinges.  Cautiously, Allison stuck her head
into the room.

   * * *

   "Oh, God!  Yes!  Ooh, I love it!  Please don't stop!" Andrea thrashed
wildly under the relentless assault of Kendra's more than experienced
tongue and lips.  If there was any doubt about the right or wrong of this,
it had long since taken a much deserved hike!  Face contorted, Andrea
flashed a decidedly feral look at the heavenly creature God had sent to
free her who was, at this moment, causing a most scrumptious rush of
orgasmic pleasure to weave its way amongst her nerve fibers.

   "Oh, shit, Kenny!  Do it again!  Oh, fuck!"

   Kendra grinned against the writhing flesh, happy to bring her
sister-in-law so much love and pleasure.  One slender finger insinuated
itself into Andrea's fleshy sheath, which was slowly joined by another. 
Then another.  Hell, why not add another?

   Andrea screamed soundlessly as the last finger made its way into her
sopping wet cunt.  The pain was sharp and sweet as the four fingers worked
their way deeper into her before spreading as wide as they could.  A
massive, paralyzing orgasm of epic proportions took that moment to land on
her.

   Real hard.

   Swirling baubles of bright lights danced beneath Andrea's eyelids as the
pleasure continued to jump on her.  Her hips bucked out of control and her
whole body felt as if someone had plugged her pussy into the nearest
electrical socket.

   Shorted out and drained, Andrea's body relaxed.  Kendra gently removed
her hand and absently licked it clean while listening to the husky allure
of Andrea's once-labored breathing.  Satisfied, Kendra sat up and
stretched, feeling the glow of her own orgasms gained while pleasuring
Andrea.  Continuing her stretching, Kendra turned her head...

   And found Allison Harrison standing in the open door.

   Allison could hardly believe the scene spread out before her!  Andrea -
her own flesh and blood - being tended to by - gasp!  - her
daughter-in-law! Shocked and most definitely repulsed by the activity
taking place in - shudder - her own home, Allison just knew something had
to be done to stop this.  She moved toward the bed - and stopped dead in
her tracks just as Andrea's mouth opened.

   Experience told Allison her daughter was caught up in one hellacious
orgasm as Andrea continued her silent scream until she finally relaxed and
lay breathing heavily on the bed.  Allison found herself transfixed and
suddenly very excited as she watched Kendra remove her hand and slowly lick
Andrea's juices from her fingers.  Allison's nipples hardened as she
watched Kendra's tongue languidly devoured every precious drop of musky,
tangy dew before stretching like a cat.

   Allison felt her excitement growing despite herself.  Like Andrea, sex
between women was something which just wasn't done; yet, she felt herself
drawn by some strange magnetism.  About to lose control of things, Allison
wanted so very badly to just be able to turn and go back the way she came.
Just as the thought crossed her mind - but before she could act on it -
Kendra turned in her direction, locking her hazel-brown eyes onto Allison's
black ones.

   "This is how a deer feels," Allison thought as she found herself looking
back into those expressive eyes.  She could feel Kendra looking into her
without a hint of emotion.  Well, this really wasn't true, was it?  There
was something there, something enticing and alluring, something she
couldn't quite put words to.

   Kendra returned her mother-in-law's gaze, feeling neither fear nor
concern at being caught.  Instead, her ever-present calm was firmly in
place, as usual.  The two women looked at each other for what seemed to be
an hour before Kendra felt it time to break the silence.

   "Mrs.  Harrison."

   Allison blinked at hearing her name, feeling as if she'd been drugged.
Feeling weak-kneed, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking a long moment to
collect her ragged thoughts before turning to Kendra.

   "I want to know one thing.  Why?" Allison nodded in Andrea's direction.

   "This wasn't supposed to happen, Mrs.  Harrison," Kendra said.  "We were
sitting here talking about her problems with Dale when she started crying."


   "I suppose she would," Allison said with a calm she didn't really didn't
have.  "That boy has been nothing but trouble for her from day one.  I just
don't understand how things got to this point."

   Kendra nodded before continuing.  "I held her and, well, things got a
little out of hand.  I tried to talk her out of going any further, but she
wouldn't hear of it."

   Allison's eyes went wide with surprise.  "You mean to tell me my Andrea
started all of this?  I don't believe it!"

   "Believe it, Mother."

   Allison and Kendra turned to look at Andrea, who was just now getting to
an upright position.  "Before I say anything else," Andrea said, "Kendra, I
have to thank you for what you did for me."

   "Hmpf," grunted Allison.  "That's a hell of a way to help someone!  At
least you could have come and talked to me about it!"

   Andrea tuned to face Allison.  "Oh, Mother, be quiet.  What would you
have done?  Suggest I leave Dale and move back in here with you and Dad? 
That's no solution and we both know it."

   Kendra felt a bit uneasy as she listened to mother and daughter; this
kind of stuff didn't happen at home.  However, Kendra understood not all
homes were like the one she grew up in.

   Allison's voice fairly dripped disgust.  "You may be right, young lady,
but at least I wouldn't have stooped to something like this."

   "And you want to know why I spent all my time away from home."

   Kendra decided it was time to get dressed and leave.  Rising, she
started to pick up her clothing."

   "Don't move," Allison commanded.  "I want to know why you allowed this
to happen - and in my home!"

   Always one to speak her mind, Kendra turned to her mother-in-law, a
picture of calm.  "I realize you may be thinking horrible things about me
right now.  However I make no apologies for what happened here today and
for good two reasons.  One, Andrea needed to be comforted.  Two, because
she's family and I love her."

   "Oh, really?  I suppose if I fell into your arms crying, you'd comfort
me in the same manner."

   "Yes, if it was what you wanted."

   "Do I look like a lesbian?"

   "Such a harsh word," Kendra chided.  "Do I look like one?  Does your
daughter?"

   Allison wasn't ready for the answer Kendra provided.  And, she noticed,
Andrea had moved closer to Kendra, lending her support.  She also had to
admit the two women were, ah, exciting in their nakedness.

   "So, I'm supposed to act like nothing happened?" Allison was beginning
to run out of effective arguments, feeling her own emotions misbehaving. 
What was going on here?

   "No, Mother," Andrea said.  "What happened here just might save things
between Dale and I." She placed a hand on Kendra's thigh.  "As well as
giving me a chance to know my sister-in-law better.  If I'm right, I know
just how to change things for the better."

   "Allison," Kendra said, taking the older woman's hand.  "What happened
here today was all about love and togetherness.  I'm sure Andrea will go
home to Dale and screw his brains out, just as I will with Adam."

   Allison looked at the hand upon hers then into the face of the owner. 
"I don't know about this; it isn't right."

   "When it comes to love, everything is right, Allison.  You just have to
believe." Kendra spoke the words with deep conviction.

   Andrea sighed, taking her mother's free hand.  "Mother, there's nothing
you can do about it.  It's done and over with now - please let it go."

   Allison made one last attempt to seize control over this situation. 
"What would your father say?"

   Andrea wrapped an arm around Kendra, pulling her closer.  "Wanna go ask
him?"

   Allison's mouth fell open with an audible click.  "You can't be serious.
He'd have a stroke!"

   "Probably." Andrea giggled at the mental image of her father walking
into the room, seeing daughter and daughter-in-law stark naked.  "He'd shit
a gold brick!"

   Allison took a very deep, much needed breath, knowing she should be
angrier than Hell - and finding she could accept this truth.  Freeing her
hands (with great reluctance), she made a show of straightening her blouse.

   "I'm going back downstairs before your father really does come up here.
Kendra, you and Andrea obviously know something I don't - I just hope it's
the right thing for everyone."

   Standing and heading for the door, Allison looked back at Kendra and
Andrea.  Part of her didn't want to leave; there was something magical
taking place here.  To her surprise, Allison found she wanted to be a part
of it.  But not now.  Without another word, Allison opened the door and
stepped into the hallway.

   Alone, Andrea looked at Kendra.  "Wow.  I thought she'd have a fit!  I
wonder why she didn't?"

   Kendra leaned over, letting her lips brush against the silken smoothness
of Andrea's cheek.  "I know why."

   Andrea's eyes closed as Kendra continued to kiss her face.  "Tell me."

   "Later.  Right now, I want to get to know you better.  Lie back..."

   * * *

   "Dad, you just don't understand what's going on here!" Adam's
frustration continued to grow as he paced the room.

   "Why don't you explain it to me?" Roger remained seated, a smug,
confident look plastered across his features.

   Adam exhaled loudly.  "It's simple, Dad.  I live with my wife's family
because I want to.  How many times do I have to tell you?"

   "As many times as I have to tell you a married man should have his own
house."

   "Roger.  Leave the boy alone."

   Roger and Adam turned toward the sound of Allison's voice as she
descended the staircase.  "He's a grown man and can do whatever the hell he
wants to.  It's his life and perhaps you need to give him a chance to live
it his way."

   Roger's jaw unhinged.  Allison hadn't exactly shouted nor had she raised
her voice; however, both men knew Allison meant business.  She sat,
motioning for Adam to join her.  "Your father means well, of course; he
comes from the old way of doing things."

   "Mom..."

   "Hush, child.  You are your own man.  Behave like one." Turning to her
husband, Allison's face grew stern.

   "And you need to back off and give the boy his space.  He's got
decisions to make about his life and he can't make them with you
interfering in his affairs.  If he wants your advice, I'm sure he'll ask
for it."

   Roger sat back in his seat, not believing what he was hearing. 
Momentarily numb and truly at a loss for words, he asked, "Is Andrea okay?"

   Allison's face softened slightly at the question.  "Andrea is just fine
now she's got a chance to talk to someone about her troubles, someone who
will listen without putting their two cents in."

   Roger recoiled as if slapped, exactly the reaction Allison had hoped
for. Deep inside, Allison felt somehow liberated and at peace with herself.

   Adam cleared his throat before speaking.  "Mom, Dad, there's no need for
us to argue about this.  I know what I have to do and why." He paused for
only a moment.  "Where's Kendra?"

   "Upstairs with your sister.  They should be down in a moment." Allison's
words couldn't have been better planned for as she spoke, Kendra and Andrea
descended the stairs, both women looking radiant and happy.

   "Darling," Kendra spoke.  "Andrea's coming home with us for dinner, if
you don't mind."

   Adam looked at Kendra then his sister at once understanding what had
happened.  Adam looked at his mother who imperceptibly nodded her head.

   "No, I don't mind at all." Adam turned to hug his mother.  "Mom, thanks
for having us over.  We'll stay in touch and let you know how things are
developing with the baby." Standing, he went to where his father continued
to sit, the stunned expression written on his face.

   "Dad, you may not agree with me on these things, but I know what I'm
doing.  Just as I trusted you when I was younger, you'll have to trust me
now."

   Having said that, everyone gathered their things and left.  Roger could
only watch as son, daughter, and daughter-in-law passed through the
doorway. As the sound of their cars faded into the distance, Roger turned
and looked at his wife.  "What in the name of God was that about?"

   Allison looked lost in thought as she remembered the scene she stumbled
upon.  "Nothing you'd understand," she answered.  She smiled, knowing her
path and Kendra's would cross again.

   "Nothing you'd understand."

   Part V, Chapter Fifteen

   Ellie sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  Spread out
before her, Devon watched his sister clean away the remnants of his seed
with love and amusement.

   "Mmm, that was tasty."

   "You like the way I taste?"

   In answer to his question, Ellie lowered her head, flicking her tongue
across the sensitive head of Devon's maleness, grinning when he flinched at
the touch.

   "Hey!  Take it easy!" Devon complained half-heartedly.  "Last time I
looked, it was still attached, though you did your best to rearrange
things."

   Ellie settled into the crook of Devon's arms, breathing in his heady
male scent.  "Oh, you're complaining now?  I can stop, you know."

   Devon hugged his sister closer for a long moment before replying.  "You
know I'm not complaining.  It's just even after all these years, you can
still wow me with your intensity."

   "I love you, silly - why wouldn't I give you my very best?" Devon's
reply was cut short by the sound of the front door opening.

   "Mom?  Dad?  We're home and we've got company with us."

   Devon and Ellie smiled at the combined announcement and warning, which
meant "put your clothes on and stop acting like a couple of horny teenagers
long enough to be civil to our guest."

   "We'll be down in a moment, Kenny.  Make your guest comfortable and
welcome." Devon playfully slapped Ellie's still-firm bottom.  "Come on,
woman.  Can't keep company waiting."

   "Oh, all right.  Damn!  What happened to the good old days when you
could screw all day without being interrupted?"

   Devon laughed while slipping into his shirt.  "Beats the hell out of me.
Let's go."

   Minutes later, Devon and Ellie stepped into the living room.  Finding it
empty, they followed the sound of voices into the kitchen where Kendra,
Adam and - goodness - Andrea sat.  The trio had steaming mugs in front of
them.  Adam looked up at their approach and waved for them to join the
group.

   "Mom, Dad, you remember my sister, Andrea?" Adam said by way of
introduction.

   Ellie extended her hand to Andrea.  "Of course I remember!  How have you
been?"

   "Fine, thank you," Andrea answered while clasping Ellie's hand in her
own for a moment before accepting Devon's hand.

   "It's good to see you again, Andrea," Devon said.  "What brings you to
our neck of the woods?"

   Kendra looked her parents.  "I invited Andrea over for dinner, You know,
to spend some time with us."

   Little warning lights went off inside Devon's head.  Obviously, there
was something more here.  Keeping his surprise from reaching the surface,
Devon replied, "I see.  Doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it El?"

   Ellie had the same look on her face as Devon, meaning she also had some
thoughts about what may have brought this on.  "Sounds great to me!  After
all, we don't know very much about Andrea and it'll give us a chance to get
acquainted."

   Kendra leaned over to Adam and said, sotto voice, "See?  I told you they
wouldn't object."

   Adam reached into his pocket and withdrew a five dollar bill.  "Here's
your blood money.  I feel like I've been hustled."

   Andrea looked at her brother.  "What was that about?"

   Smiling triumphantly, Kendra turned toward Andrea.  "He bet me five
dollars Mom and Dad would object to your staying.  I won."

   Andrea looked at her brother.  "You never did know when to go with the
sure thing."

   Adam looked at Kendra.  "Oh, I don't know about that.  Looks like I've
got a pretty sure thing right here." He patted Kendra's hand
affectionately.

   "I'll say," Andrea muttered as she remembered the day's earlier events.

   "Well, now that we've got this settled," Ellie said, "Kenny, will you
come help me get the guest room prepared?"

   "Sure, Mom.  Will you excuse me?"

   "Guest room?" Andrea asked.  "Am I staying longer than just dinner?"

   Kendra stopped in the doorway.  "I didn't think you'd mind spending the
weekend, particularly after our conversation."

   Andrea felt a flush of warmth course through her as she ran through her
options.  Dale was away on business and, honestly, the thought of spending
another night alone didn't appeal to her.  Andrea frowned.  "What do I do
for clothes?"

   "Don't worry about it - we can go over to your place later if you want.
If not, I'm sure we can find something for you to wear."

   Okay, I accept your invitation!"

   "Great!  I'll come back for you in a few minutes and get you settled
in!"

   "Thanks, Kenny."

   "Think nothing of it," Kendra said sweetly.

   "Kendra!  I need a hand up here!" Ellie called.

   "On my way, Mom!" Waving, Kendra disappeared.

   * * *

   Ellie was opening the drapes, allowing the sunlight to stream into the
room when Kenny finally joined her.  "It's about time you got here."

   "Sorry, Mom.  I was clearing up some last minute details."

   "Uh-huh.  Check the bathroom and make sure the towels are there and
clean, will you."

   "Sure thing," Kendra said, skipping into the bathroom.

   Ellie busied herself with the bed for a few moments before calling out
to Kendra.  "What happened between you and Andrea?"

   Kendra stuck her head out the bathroom door, having the good grace to
look embarrassed.  "I loved her."

   "Why?"

   Kendra looked thoughtful for a second before answering.  "It seemed like
the right thing to do.  She's so sad and lonely right now."

   Ellie rolled her eyes, looking at the ceiling.  "I can understand your
compassion, honey, but I'm not sure making love to Andrea was the smart
thing to do."

   Kendra stepped from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Mom,
I didn't intend for it to happen.  She needed comforting and one thing led
to another."

   Ellie nodded, understanding the situation.  "I'm wondering if it was
worth the risk of exposure."

   "Perhaps," Kendra said.  "Even though thing happened quickly, I really
didn't think there was much of a risk."

   "Oh?  Why not?"

   Kendra smiled.  "She is family, after all."

   "True enough.  Okay, you've explained what happened.  Would you care to
explain why you invited Andrea here?"

   Kendra's voice took on a more serious tone.  "She needs our guidance to
help her with some problems she and Dale are having."

   The yellow alert which had been flashing in Ellie's mind instantly
changed to red.  "What are you proposing?"

   "That Andrea sees firsthand how we get along with each other.  It
wouldn't help her much if someone just told her how well we live together;
Andrea has to see it for herself."

   "You're right, of course," Ellie agreed.  "However, she may see more
than what anyone has bargained for."

   Kendra shrugged.  "She's family and, unless I'm wrong, all things are
applicable."

   Ellie had to stop and think about this.  Within the family, their way of
life was an accepted norm, one which was never argued or debated.  The
philosophy covered one and all, without exception.  Still, there was a
measure of common sense which had to be applied.  For example, one didn't
take out a full page ad in the local newspaper declaring one's love for
their family members and include all the juicy details.

   "One more question, then you can show Andrea the room.  What if she
can't deal with our version of love?  It could hurt her more than help."

   A smile tugged at the corners of Kendra's full mouth.  "You had the same
concern about Adam and he survived it."

   "He did at that.  Okay, we'll just have to see what happens."

   * * *

   Adam and Andrea were out behind the house, exploring the wooded area
which led to the lake.

   "Jesus," Andrea exclaimed.  "They own all of this?" Adam nodded.

   "This, the lake and a lot of the land on the other side of the lake. 
Dr. Williams has done well for himself and the family over the years.  Look
over here."

   Andrea turned in the desired direction and found herself looking at the
lake, which was framed with trees bearing the bright colors of early fall.
"What am I looking at?"

   Adam drew closer to his sister, pointing across the lake and up.  "See
that house up there?"

   "Yeah?"

   "That's where Lorne lives.  Pretty nice, huh?"

   Andrea whistled.  "I'd say nice is a poor choice of words.  They must
have a spectacular view of the whole valley from there."

   "They do, trust me." Adam's voice had grown strangely quiet - and Andrea
noticed it.

   "What's the matter with you?"

   "Oh, nothing.  Just remembering something."

   "What?" Facing her brother, Andrea could see he was clearly embarrassed
- Adam's coloring had darkened noticeably and he was doing everything he
could to avoid eye contact with Andrea.  "Come on, spill it!"

   "Well," Adam started, shuffling his feet.  "This is where I lost my
virginity." He pointed to one spot in particular and Andrea noticed the
man-made box nestled under one large tree.

   Andrea stepped away from Adam, making her way over the indicated spot.
Stopping, she turned back in the direction of the lake.  It took only a
moment to grasp the reason for his predicament.  She turned, barely hiding
her amusement.

   "They saw it all, didn't they?  This is the only angle where you can see
into this place - the trees make it impossible from anywhere else." Andrea
studied her surroundings closely before glancing in the direction of the
large house on the other side of the lake.

   "I'll be damned!  They could have watched the whole thing with
binoculars or a telescope." Adam looked like he wished he were invisible.

   "Seems like your in-laws are some kinky people!" Andrea laughed as she
returned to her brother's side, running her fingers playfully through his
hair.  "I wish I could have seen your face when you found out they had been
watching."

   Adam chuckled, remembering the look.  "We had made love for, oh, about
the third or fourth time when Kenny turned toward the house and waved.  She
turned and pointed to me, telling me to wave.  I thought she had lost her
mind or something, but I did it just the same."

   Andrea was near hysterics as she asked, "When did you think to ask her
about it?" Clearly, she was enjoying this moment.

   "We were on our way back to the main house when I asked her why we were
waving.  When she told me it was to let her parents know we were okay, I
realized they must have been watching the whole thing."

   Andrea gave up trying to conceal her laughter, the image of her rather
embarrassed brother firmly fixed in her mind.  She leaned against him to
support herself.

   Adam held his sister as the fit of laughter ran its course, feeling
comfortable in the closeness.  Before his initiation into the family way of
loving, this would have been a very awkward moment for him.  Feeling the
firm softness of Andrea's breasts against his chest as she laughed herself
silly, Adam could feel the beginnings of his lust stirring, his cock
quickly growing hard between them.  Andrea felt it, too, the unexpected
feeling putting an end to her mirth.  She pushed away from her brother, a
look of shock on her lovely features.

   "Whoa!  What is this?" she asked, nodding at the bulge in Adam's pants.

   Adam blushed, more out of embarrassment than shame.  "Sorry, Sis.  I
guess I kinda forgot myself for a moment."

   "I'd say you did." Andrea walked a short distance away from Adam before
turning to look at him.  Not overly tall yet slimly muscular...  Yeah, she
could see what Kendra saw in him, especially the imprint just a bit south
of his belt buckle.

   Adam regarded his sister, taking in her beauty.  Slightly taller than
Kendra, firm pouting breasts and not quite the classic hourglass figure
with neatly kept auburn hair framing her oval face - Adam decided Dale was
six kinds of a fool not to appreciate how beautiful and sensual a woman
Andrea was.

   "Tell me something, Adam."

   Andrea's voice brought Adam back from his erotic examination.  "What do
you want to know?"

   "We haven't always been the best of friends since we got older, but you
were always a good listener." Adam nodded in agreement, wondering where all
this was going.

   "Tell me what's on your mind, Andrea.  Is it Dale?"

   At the mention of her husband's name, Andrea looked at Adam, shaking her
head.  "No.  Well, it has something to do with him, but not directly."

   Adam held up a hand.  "Hold on for a moment, will you?" Crossing over to
the storage box, Adam fiddled with the combination lock for a moment before
opening the box.  Reaching inside, he withdrew two folding camp stools,
carrying them over to where Andrea was standing.  He opened one, motioning
for his sister to sit before sitting himself.

   "Okay, this is better.  Now, take your time and tell me what the deal
is."

   Andrea waited a few seconds before responding.  "Something happened to
me today, something unexpected and wonderful.  You know Dale and I have
been having some problems?" Adam nodded.

   "Good.  Then it shouldn't surprise you I've filed for a divorce."

   "No, it doesn't.  Andrea, what does Dale have to do with what happened
to you?"

   "Everything and nothing, Adam.  Before today, I didn't have a clue about
what I was going to do with my life after Dale and I go our own way."

   "And now?"

   Andrea smiled.  "Now?  Suddenly, I've got this feeling about what I want
to do.  What surprises me is how I came to feel this way.  It's really
weird; you think you know yourself and someone comes along and shows you a
side you never knew existed."

   "You've met someone else?"

   Andrea's smile grew wider.  "Oh, yes.  I most certainly have."

   "Then it's all good, right?" Adam wasn't sure of Andrea's thoughts, but
if she's met someone else, well, then things must be okay.

   "I'm hoping," Andrea continued, "that it will work out for me and my new
love."

   "Anybody I know?" Adam watched his sister blush deeply.

   "That's the hard part, Adam.  It is someone you know."

   Adam went fishing by asking, "Is this what you and Kenny were talking
about?" Andrea's blush deepened.

   "We talked, yes." At first, Adam frowned at Andrea's enigmatic answer
before his mind put two and two together.

   "Oh, shit!  Andrea, did Kenny make love to you?"

   If Andrea could turn any redder, she would be a stop light.  "I'm sorry,
Adam.  Things just happened so quickly!  One moment she was holding me
because I was upset and crying - she felt so warm and soft!  The next thing
I know, she had me out of my clothes and into orbit." Andrea looked at
Adam, expecting him to go ballistic at this news.  Instead, Adam smiled, as
if he understood.

   "Kenny does have a certain...  something about her, doesn't she?  She's
really hard to resist."

   Andrea was pleased and confused at the same time.  "Your wife and I made
love this afternoon!  Aren't you concerned or angry or something?"

   "Should I be?  I don't see what the big deal is, Andrea.  You got
seduced by your sister-in-law; what's so bad about it?"

   "For one," Andrea began hotly, "This is your wife we're talking about.
And, I've never done anything like this before."

   Adam continued to smile.  "And you want more of Kenny." Quietly, Andrea
admitted the truth, more to herself than to Adam.

   "Yes.  In that one moment, I think I fell in love with your wife.  I've
never felt anything like it before." Andrea paused for a moment, trying to
get a grip on her runaway emotions.  "You must think me some kind of nut."

   Adam reached cross the distance between them to take Andrea's hand. 
"No, I don't think you're crazy.  And, just so you'll know, I don't have a
problem with what happened between you and Kenny."

   Andrea looked at her brother with a fresh perspective; clearly, this
wasn't the same guy she had grown up with.  "Answer a question for me?"

   "Sure."

   "What's up with your friend there?" Andrea waved a hand at Adam's still
noticeable erection.  "If I didn't know better, I would swear you were
having some unsavory thoughts about me."

   "You wanna hear something?" Adam asked.

   "What?"

   "I was having unsavory thoughts about you."

   "Huh?"

   "When we were standing there and I was holding you, I was thinking about
how nice it would be to fuck you." Adam shrugged, feeling a Kendra-like
calm flowing over him.  Andrea, on the other hand, was anything but calm.

   "You wanted to what?  You can't fuck me - I'm your sister!"

   "So?  What's your point?"

   "My point?" Andrea was exasperated.  "We're brother and sister, dummy!"
Even through her amazement at Adam's proclamation, Andrea felt a surge of
excitement.  In a funny way, it was nice to have your brother think of you
as a woman.

   "For those who didn't hear me, I'll repeat myself.  What's your point,
Andrea?" Adam was enjoying every moment of his sister's confusion.

   "Well, what would your wife say?"

   "Kenny would pat me on my ass and tell me to stick it to you good,
that's what she'd say."

   "Oh, you're telling me your wife wouldn't bat an eye?  I don't believe
it!"

   "Really?  You wanna go ask her?  Andrea, I don't know why you're acting
like this.  You were honest about what you told me; why shouldn't I be
honest with you?  Hell, did you happen to notice I didn't get upset with
your news?"

   Andrea had to admit Adam had a point there; however, before she could
respond, the conversation was interrupted by a chirping sound.  Adam
reached into his shirt pocket and removed the small cellular phone.  "Yeah?
Oh, hi, babe.  No, we're okay." Adam listened for a moment.  "Okay.  We'll
be on our way in a second." Adam folded the phone and returned it to his
pocket.  "That was Kenny.  Dinner's ready - we should head back to the
house.  Hand me the stool, will you?"

   As Andrea folded the stool and handed it to Adam, she said, "Don't think
you're off the hook on this one - this conversation is far from over."

   Adam turned to Andrea, a thoughtful look on his handsome face and
extended his hand.  When Andrea took it, he tugged gently, enough to bring
her into his embrace.  Before she could react, Adam kissed her fully and
deeply, sliding his tongue between her full lips.

   Andrea reacted instinctively to Adam's kiss, her arms closing around his
muscular body.  She felt a rush of weakness as she returned the kiss,
suddenly remember who she was melting under.  Finding a bit of resolve,
Andrea disengaged herself from Adam with mixed emotions.  One part of her
was angry with her brother's boldness while the woman in her had been set
aflame by the forbidden contact.

   "You're right, Andrea," Adam said huskily.  "This is far from over. 
Let's go." He headed off in the direction of the house with a dazed Andrea
following a short distance behind him.

   Part V, Chapter Sixteen

   Andrea lay in bed wide awake.  Although it had been a physically tiring
day (not to mention emotionally), she found herself unable to sleep. 
Dinner had been, well, interesting, even though Andrea couldn't remember
what she'd eaten.  Her thoughts had been occupied with her experience with
Kendra earlier in the day and the discussion with Adam.  All during the
meal, Andrea stole glances at Kendra, drinking in her beauty and feeling
the sinful, lusty emotions the exotic woman instilled in her.  From the
sultry, sexy Kendra, her gaze would land on her brother.  What had happened
to him?  Once shy and reserved, he now exuded sexuality.  His kiss had done
more than surprise Andrea...

   In the relative quiet of the guest room, Andrea listened to the sounds
around her.  The gentle rustling of the night wind through the trees just
outside the window was soothing, yet provided little comfort to the edgy
Andrea.  "God," she whispered.  "What is wrong with me?  My husband treats
me like shit, my sister-in-law seduces me, and now my brother wants to fuck
me!" Andrea frowned at the turn of events in her life.

   Finding no answers from above forthcoming, Andrea sighed in frustration.
She rose from the comfortable bed and went into the bathroom.  Turning on
the light, Andrea looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing what the
inability to rest was doing to her features.  Andrea turned on the water
and let it run until it was warm before splashing the soothing liquid over
her face.

   Feeling better, Andrea began drying her face on the towel when she heard
something.  Looking about the room and hearing nothing, Andrea shrugged and
finished her task, chalking it up to her imagination.  Placing the towel
back on the bar, Andrea turned off the light and was about to leave the
bathroom when she heard the sound again, louder this time and definitely
coming from the other side of a door she hadn't noticed.  Curious, Andrea
went over to the door - the sounds were definitely coming from the other
side!  Cautiously, she grasped the doorknob and turned it, hearing the
catch disengage with a soft click.

   The door opened on silent hinges.  Andrea poked her head through the
opening and found herself looking into a darkened room similar to the one
she occupied.  The sounds were coming from her right and she cast her eyes
in that direction, thankful they had adjusted to the darkness.  Andrea's
quiet breathing nearly stopped in her chest.  Before her on the bed, two
figures moved in a sexual ballet.  In addition to the grunts and groans
which led her to this scene, Andrea could hear the squishy, liquid sounds
of joined bodies.

   Blinking, Andrea could make out a dark-skinned woman on top, her body
undulating with an almost snake-like ease, her hands massaging moderately
large breasts.  Beneath her came the unmistakable sounds of a man in total
ecstasy.  A burst of excitement ran through Andrea as she realized she had
stumbled upon a couple making love.  Forcing her eyes to focus against the
darkness, Andrea could see Ellie Williams riding the hell out of the guy
under her, which identified the man as Kenny's father..

   Andrea's curiosity deepened as she remembered the master bedroom was on
the other side of the house!  Kendra had, during Andrea's tour, made a
point of showing the tastefully appointed room.  Mentally shrugging, Andrea
figured it was their house and they could screw anywhere they damn well
pleased.

   Except for one thing.  The hand which reached up to pinch Ellie's nipple
was much lighter in color.  Besides herself, there was only one other
person in the house with skin that light...

   "Adam..." Andrea whispered.  "My God..."

   * * *

   Ellie was enjoying herself as she took Adam to greater heights of
passion, riding his blood-engorged manhood for all she was worth.  Beneath
her, Adam had his eyes closed and a grimace of pain/pleasure flickered
across his face as Ellie clamped well-trained vaginal muscles around him.
Ellie knew he was close, plunging herself deeper onto him repeatedly when
she heard Andrea's whispered exclamation.  Leaning forward, Ellie made a
show of shaking her long black hair, using the movement to glance towards
the doorway.

   There she was - mouth open, eyes wide.  Ellie decided it was time to
give Andrea something to look at.  Seductively, Ellie ground her hips
downward in slow, wide circles one last time before releasing the slickened
shaft from her velvet embrace.  Adam groaned with disappointment as the
warmth was removed from him, his hips flailing at empty air.

   Ellie used a hand to grasp Adam's cock.  Licking her lips in an
exaggerated show of hunger, Ellie covered Adam's thrusting member with her
mouth, delighting in the taste of their combined fluids.  Slowly, she
swallowed him until her nose was buried in Adam's nest of brown pubic hair,
holding him deep within her throat for long seconds before withdrawing. 
Ellie's hand slid along Adam's hardness until a drop of pre-cum oozed from
the slit of his cock, which she greedily licked away with a flick of her
tongue.

   Andrea watched the display before her with a mixture of disgust and
excitement.  Imagine!  Her own brother fucking his mother-in-law!  Yet,
Andrea couldn't deny the tingle of excitement which flowed through her,
hardening her nipples and starting a flow of juices running down her legs.
Andrea knew she should step away from the scene before her, go back to bed
and try to put things in their proper place.  However, she was frozen in
place, unable - and unwilling - to move.

   Ellie was taking perverse pleasure in teasing both Adam and Andrea,
swirling her tongue around the darkening knob of Adam's maleness.  After
licking away yet another drop of liquid love, Ellie tilted her head toward
the open doorway.

   "You may as well join us, Andrea.  You can't have any fun standing there
watching unless you're into that sort of thing." Adam raised his head at
Ellie's announcement to find his sister watching with rapt attention.

   "Oh, shit," Adam murmured.

   "Relax, Adam," Ellie said, placing a hand on his chest to keep him where
he was.  "It's her choice, just as it was yours to make." Turning back to
Andrea, Ellie waved her to join them.  "Kenny told me you wanted to know
the secret to her happiness.  Now's you chance to learn for yourself."

   Shocked into motion by the invitation, Andrea stepped into the bedroom,
her temper flaring.  "Let me get this straight.  You are in here, fucking
my brother behind your daughter's back and you want me to join you?  You
must be out of your fucking mind!"

   Ellie fixed Andrea with a calm, yet penetrating, look.  "First of all,
darling, I am not fucking him behind anyone's back.  Secondly, my mind is
doing very well, thank you." Ellie gaze flicked to Adam's erection, kept in
place with some expertly applied pressure.  "Besides, there's more than
enough man for both of us, wouldn't you say?" Having said her piece, Ellie
returned to her labor of love.

   Andrea watched as the older Black woman ran a very pink tongue along the
length of her brother's cock, seeing Adam's reaction as he gave in to the
pleasures offered by Ellie.  Her conscious mind rambled with thoughts of
utter disgust with the act taking place before her.  Deep in the back of
Andrea's mind, however, plans were being hatched, dark, sinister, and
lusty.

   A low, urgent voice whispered unthinkable things to her, placing visions
of having that magnificent, forbidden erection between her own lips in the
front of her, subtly replacing every reason why she shouldn't.

   The voice asked, "Don't you have needs which aren't being tended to? 
How long has it been since you've had a long, hard cock inside you,
spreading you wide?" Andrea blinked and shook her head to clear the
tempting visions from her head, not wanting to give in to the desire
because it was so very wrong.

   "Wrong?" the voice teased.  "If this is so wrong, why are you so hot and
wet?" Andrea had to admit it was a damned good question.  She shut her eyes
against the sight of Ellie sucking Adam's balls one at a time; however, she
couldn't shut off her hearing as Adam moaned in obvious delight.  "Look,
sweetie," the voice said.  "Either lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the
way, okay?  Make up your mind already!"

   Andrea took a deep breath hoping to clear her mind once and for all,
only to have the heady, sharp perfume of sex assail her which, along with
the maddening voice in her head, whispered promises of sweet, soul searing
passion.

   Andrea's eyelids fluttered open - along with her mouth.  Somehow, during
the argument with herself, she had moved closer to the two lovers on the
bed.  From where she now stood, she could make out the glistening strands
of saliva clinging delicately to Adam's cock, as well as the tongue which
was applying it.  She could also make out Adam's lust-filled rambling as he
pleaded for Ellie to continue.  Another look and Andrea could make out the
heart-shaped head of her brother's phallus - dark as a plum and oh, so
inviting!

   Another blink - Andrea could now make out the shape of each vein which
ran along the thickened length, pulsing with a life of their own under the
tawny grip of Ellie's hand.  A simple movement of the wrist by Ellie
revealed the slightly distended opening at the tip of Adam's maleness at
which a single, clear drop of dew rested.  So clear, so tempting just to
flick out one's tongue and let the droplet rest there, transmitting its
salty essence to sensitive taste buds.

   Andrea felt a trickle of saliva escape her parted lips, remembering how
a man's essence tasted fresh from the source.  It looked so good just
sitting there, only now beginning to dribble down the blood-engorged head
and collecting around the circular embrace of Ellie's hand, which was now
proffering the delicious morsel in her direction.  Andrea blinked once
more; this wasn't right but, damn it all to hell, she was hot, horny and
straight up in need.  Tossing her fate to the wind, Andrea allowed her
tongue to snap out and collect her sinful dessert.

   Ah...  So hot and tangy!  Like the sweetest of things of which one
cannot get enough of once tasted, Andrea fell to the business of draining
her brother dry.  Her mouth flowed over the spongy knob, quickly removing
very trace of stickiness with her tongue.  Her distended lips ran into
Ellie's fingers, felt the cool stickiness on them and cleaned them as well.
Ellie smiled and moved aside to allow Andrea full access to Adam.

   Without losing her grip on Adam's shaft, Andrea quickly filled the
vacancy left by Ellie and returned to the task at hand.  Fully consumed
with lust, Andrea gave up on savoring the forbidden fruit, opting to throw
all caution to the wind, along with her eternal soul.  She increased the
sucking motions along the length of Adam's cock, her tongue playing a
maddening tattoo on every inch of skin it could reach.

   Through slitted eyes, Adam raised his head enough to catch a glimpse of
the she-demon attacking his cock.  A massive surge of fresh lust flowed
into him as he recognized the mane of brown hair bobbing atop a head moving
on him at a blistering pace.  Whatever control Adam had learned deserted
him as his sac tightened painfully, just before the first spurt of love
exploded from him.  "Oh, SHIT!" Adam roared as the full force of his
ejaculation beat on his senses, his body turning into one gigantic,
uncontrollable muscle spasm.

   Andrea felt the first splash of come against the roof of her mouth, took
a deep breath, and sucked hard, creating a vacuum within the confines of
her rapidly filling mouth - and we all know what happens when you introduce
liquid into a vacuum, don't we?  Stream after impossible stream of semen
flowed into her mouth, making Adam feel as if his sister were sucking the
life from him.  Just as he though his entire supply of seed had been
exhausted, Andrea did the unexpected, making a ring out of thumb and
forefinger and gripping him hard.  Not only did this stop the flow of
sperm, it kept him hard - and painfully so, as his moan indicated.

   "Oh, no," Andrea growled.  "I'm not done with you yet, brother.  If my
ass is going to hell, I'm taking you with me." Without releasing the near
painful grip on Adam tortured penis, Andrea turned to face Ellie.  "When I
get on this fucker, you know what to do, right?" Ellie's only answer was to
smile.  With her back to Adam, Andrea positioned herself over the dark
purple head of his cock and whispered, "God forgive me," just before
plunging herself onto the waiting member, feeling the thickness spread her
as it quickly vanished into her wetness.

   Once fully speared, Andrea exhaled loudly.  "Shit, this feels so fucking
good!" Spreading her legs wider, she commanded to Ellie, "Do your thing,
woman!  Send me straight to hell!"

   "With pleasure," Ellie said, quickly covering Andrea's very exposed
clitoris with her mouth and sucking it into a greater state of hardness,
feeling her victim shudder in sweet response.  Ellie teased the swollen bud
of flesh with lips, teeth and tongue, extracting peals of lusty curses from
Andrea.  And, for good measure, she applied a lavish dose of raspy tongue
to the exposed underside of Adam's cock each time it escaped Andrea's
velvety embrace.

   Between the tightness of his sister's pussy and the insanity behind
Ellie's more than experienced tongue, Adam fell to his doom as his cock
once again swelled before coating Andrea's insides with love.

   "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!" Andrea just lost it, giving voice to
long unrealized pleasure as spurt after spurt splashed against her raw
insides, soothing the flames and, for the moment, putting out the fire. 
She hammered herself against Adam, the impact causing her breasts to shake
wildly.  Andrea reached down, pulling Ellie's face tighter against her,
rotating her hips against the tongue which continued to flick and tease her
clitoris.

   All Adam could do was ride out Andrea's orgasmic storm as Ellie's
masterful mouth brought his sister right to the brink - and politely kicked
her to the point from which no return would ever be possible.  He could
feel Andrea flooding his shaft and balls with hot, liquid love; whatever
Ellie wasn't catching ran down the crack of his buttocks, causing quite a
different sensation in itself.

   Andrea shuddered as the last of her orgasm cascaded through her, leaving
satisfaction in its wake - along with something else.  Still trembling,
Andrea rolled off Adam to lay panting beside him.  The rush of orgasm was
being replaced with a feeling of pure terror as the realization of what she
had done, not to mention who was partially responsible for the quickly
fading warmth.

   Ellie sat on ebon haunches to watch the inevitable explosion of emotion
she knew would be arriving shortly.  Idly, she licked her lips, relishing
the unique taste of male and female juices.  Her own lust reminded her of
its presence by hardening her nipples and allowing a trickle of juice to
flow from her.  Making a mental note to resolve her own horniness in a few
moments, she returned her attention to Andrea and Adam.

   Adam called out to his sister.  "Andy?  You okay over there?" He reached
out, seeking her hand.  As Adam made contact with his sister's cooling
flesh, Andrea jerked away violently.

   "Don't touch me!  Just leave me the hell alone!"

   "Sis, we have to talk about this." Adam kept the hurt from his voice as
best he could, knowing if Andrea picked up on it, the situation would run
out of control.

   "There's nothing to talk about.  God, I feel so filthy!  My own brother
- how could I do such a terrible thing?"

   "You didn't do anything you didn't want to do," said Ellie as she placed
a hand on Andrea's thigh, quite surprised when the other woman didn't
flinch or pull away.

   "Oh, yeah?  That's easy for you to say; you never fucked your brother
before." Guilt had Andrea in its grip and was squeezing her heart and soul
tightly in place while Confusion slapped her around.

   "You sure about that, little girl?" Ellie asked, her voice dangerously
low.  "You've only had a tiny sample of what I've been through in my life.
I hardly think one roll in the hay qualifies you as an expert on the
subject."

   Andrea looked at Adam questioningly.  "What the fuck is she talking
about?" Adam toyed his fingers, making a show of inspecting his
fingernails. Andrea grabbed her brother's hands to get his full attention.
"Answer me, damn you, before I lose my fucking mind!  What is she talking
about?"

   Adam cleared his throat, looking toward Ellie who nodded.  Turning his
gaze onto Andrea he said, "Devon and Ellie are not just Kenny's mother and
father.  They're also brother and sister, Andrea.  I know this is hard for
you to hear - it was hard for me to listen to this when I was told."

   "You mean to tell me you knew about all this and still agreed to be a
part of this hideous sin?" Andrea was incredulous.  "What the hell were you
thinking about?"

   "I was thinking about my love for Kenny," Adam said before falling
silent, drawing a deadly look from his sister.

   "That's it?  All you have to say is you did it out of love?  What a
crock of shit!" Andrea burned with anger and, oh, yeah, shame as the two
emotions warred against each other for dominance.

   Ellie's quiet voice reached Andrea's ears.  "You didn't think so a
moment ago, Andrea.  You were all too willing to work out your sexual
frustration on Adam's cock.  Would you have joined in if you didn't love
your brother?  Or do you make it a habit of jumping on the first hard cock
you come across?"

   Andrea bridled at Ellie's statement, her face reddening with both anger
and shame, knowing the other woman's words had hit upon at least a couple
of truths.  "I'll have you know I don't make it a habit of screwing
anything with pants on," Andrea shot back heatedly.  "As for the rest of
it, things got a little out of control."

   Ellie remained unconvinced.  "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have implied such a
thing.  However, in control or not, you didn't seem to mind while things
were taking place.  It wasn't until after the fact your mind objected."

   Andrea hung her head as Ellie's words continued to echo in her mind. 
True enough, the only thing which mattered was getting some relief; that
she found it while riding Adam's maleness didn't really matter.  Or did it?
Andrea could feel her eyes pooling with hot, salty tears as the truth
settled in to stay a while.

   "I don't know what to think right now, even though I have to admit there
is some truth to what you've said," Andrea admitted as her tears spilled
down her cheeks.  Adam fished around on the night stand until he found the
box of tissues.  "Andy, there's no reason for you to be ashamed of what
happened," Adam said as he dried his sister's face.  "If I've learned
anything from this, it's there's nothing wrong with showing your love for
those closest to you." Adam reached up, gently stroking Andrea's face with
the back of his fingertips.

   "But, I never thought about you in sexual terms!  Oh, you're a great
looking guy and all, but you're still my brother."

   "I have to admit to not thinking of you in those terms either," Adam
confessed.  "However, if this has done anything, it's shown me how much I
really love you."

   Andrea felt a fresh flood of tears collecting.  "What are you saying? 
How can you love me after I practically attacked you like some crazed
slut?"

   Ellie moved closer to Andrea, taking her hands.  "Crazed, maybe.  Slut,
well, the jury will have to deliberate on this one.  Still, what does it
matter?  Can't you see the main issues here are love and happiness?"

   "Love and happiness?" Andrea's laugh contained a tinge of bitterness. 
"I used to know what they were."

   Ellie leaned closer, her lips brushing against Andrea's cheek.  "You can
get to know them again."

   "How?  If you think I'm having a hard time dealing with this, how do you
think Dale will react?" Andrea laughed.  "The boy will flip his lid!"

   "What does Dale have to do with this?" Adam asked.  "This isn't about
him at all."

   "Then, how...?" Andrea couldn't see where this was going.

   "You can rediscover love and happiness here with us, Sis," Adam
answered, letting his fingers trail along the contours of one breast. 
"Just think of it!  No pressures, no hassles, no sense of being obligated
to Dale and his tyrannical ways.  Think of what it would be like to be
surrounded by people whose main goal in life is to make and keep you
happy!"

   "Even if it mean screwing me until I couldn't see straight?"

   "If that's what it takes, yes." Ellie answered, following Adam's lead by
letting one manicured finger trace circles around Andrea's hardening
nipple. "You can be sure your every need will be tended to."

   Andrea began to relax under the dual stimulation.  "What would Kenny
have to say about all of this?  I mean, he's my brother but he's is also
her husband.  It just doesn't seem right for me to, uh, take him away from
her."

   "No chance of that, Andy," Adam answered.  "Believe me, Kenny wouldn't
see this as an intrusion on your part."

   "Besides," Ellie added, "There are more than enough men - and women, if
you like - to go around."

   "Huh?"

   Adam grinned in the semi-darkness.  "Did you think your activities would
be limited to me alone?"

   "Well...  yes."

   "Guess again, Andrea.  Certainly, Kenny will want to love you again.  It
stands to reason the rest of the family will want a piece of your cute ass
as well!"

   A vision of the entire Williams clan lined up before her popped into
Andrea's head.  "This is so hard to deal with.  I don't want to seem like
I'm some kind of sex maniac."

   Ellie laughed softly, letting her fingers toy with Andrea's navel. 
"Compared to the rest of us, you're pretty tame.  For now, that is."

   "I can see how this could help me," Andrea said, changing the subject
while shifting her body slightly to allow Ellie better access to her tummy.
"How does all of this help solve my problems with Dale?"

   Ellie's warm breath felt good against Andrea's exposed flesh as she
answered.  "For one, you'll have a better idea about loving and being
loved. Once you understand the way it's supposed to be, you can use your
knowledge to educate your husband."

   Andrea laughed nervously, partially out of uncertainty of Dale's
compliance and mostly due to Adam's tongue on her nipple.  "Dale's one of
those men who figures it's a woman's place to put out on demand.  And then,
it's his way or no way.  He could care less if I got what I wanted just as
long as he got his rocks off."

   Adam stopped his oral inspection of his sister's nipple.  "Well, then,
your choice is a simple one.  You were planning to divorce him, right?"
Andrea moaned an acknowledgment, a bit miffed at Adam for the stoppage.

   "Then you should go ahead and rid yourself of him." Having said this,
Adam returned to his oral manipulation of Andrea's nipple.

   Andrea's thinking was becoming fragmented by the mouth on her nipple and
the one approaching her rapidly heating center.  "Where will I go?  It's a
safe bet he won't let me keep the house."

   "You can stay here," Ellie said.  "We've got plenty of room, either here
or across the lake.  Raise your knees for me, will you?  Thanks..."

   Andrea gasped as Ellie's tongue split her outer labia.  "I...  I
wouldn't want to, um, impose on any of you.  Harder, please..."

   Ellie's muffled reply was barely audible.  "No problem - on either
account.  Now, hold still..."

   Any further discussion was deferred in favor of some in-depth, nonverbal
talks.  For the next hour, Andrea learned what it like to love and be
loved, openly and freely, with no holds barred as Adam and Ellie took her
to greater heights of passion.  As wave after wave of pleasure crashed
against the shores of her soul, Andrea realized her two lovers asked
nothing of her in return.  Taking a break from the near-relentless assault
on her senses, Andrea watched as Adam moved within Ellie with long, sure
strokes.

   Of equal interest was Ellie's acceptance of her son-in-law's efforts as
the older woman gave voice to each and every thrill sent her way, literally
clawing and cursing her way through orgasm after orgasm.

   Andrea felt, for lack of a better word, compelled to return the loving
feelings which had been so lavishly heaped upon her.  Recalling her
experience with Kendra, Andrea did her best to add to Ellie's pleasure by
alternately sucking and biting Ellie's nipples.  As Ellie cried out in
response, Andrea felt her confidence building, letting her tongue trace
lazy patterns down Ellie's torso until she got a bird's eye view of hard
maleness penetrating soft womanhood.

   Andrea watched with rapt attention as the head of Adam's cock, pale in
contrast to Ellie's dark folds, withdrew until only the head remained
lodged within Ellie's sweet confines.  Emboldened by her newly found sexual
freedom, Andrea whispered, "Ellie, let him take you from behind - I want to
try something." Ellie's response was to groan with feigned disappointment;
nevertheless, she slid from under Adam, rolling to one side.  Andrea
quickly took Ellie's place but facing in the opposite direction, spreading
her legs high and wide.

   Ellie smiled wickedly.  "I know what she wants, Adam.  Let's give it to
her!" Ellie then straddled Andrea, covering the younger woman's face with
dark, damp, pussy before burying her own face between Andrea's waiting
thighs.  Adam positioned himself over Ellie's uplifted backside, lingering
just a moment to savor the sight of his sister's tongue working at Ellie's
engorged clitoris.  There being other fish to fry, Adam slid back into
Ellie's welcome warmth.

   From her position under Ellie, Andrea had a perfect view as Adam worked
more cock shaft into Ellie.  Above her, Ellie trembled under the dual
assault of tongue and man meat, her cries of pleasure efficiently muffled
as tried to keep up the frantic pace.  Andrea smiled as an orgasmic tremor
set in, her body tensing and relaxing in sweet response.  Tilting her head
back, Andrea alternated licking Ellie's clit and any exposed piece of
Adam's cock which managed not to be swallowed by Ellie's gripping orifice.

   The three lovers moved with each other to the primal beat of their lust,
each giving and taking.  As the old cliche goes, all good things, etc. 
Andrea could actually see Adam's shaft grow thicker, his strokes becoming
quicker and more insistent.  A moment later, Andrea could see her brother's
cock pumping jet after jet of man cream into Ellie.  Andrea tongued Ellie's
swollen clit faster and harder, instigating a string of lusty curses from
Ellie as her own pleasure peaked and overflowed, flooding Andrea's face
with tangy essence.  As Ellie's vagina contracted, a flow of sperm escaped,
running along the contours of red, puffy labia before forming one large
dollop of seed.  Andrea held her mouth open in anticipation of her
brother's offering, moaning loudly as the salty droplet plopped into her
mouth just about the same time Ellie's demonic tongue exorcised a
toe-curling orgasm from somewhere deep within Andrea's soul.

   The sound of wet, hot bodies was replaced with the sounds of three
people doing their level best to catch their respective breaths.  Andrea
searched her soul for any signs of anguish over this incestuous act.  She
had to admit the hot, tingling feelings which continued to wash over her
felt right.  Still, there was one prominent thought in her heart,
overlaying the orgasmic bliss.

   Andrea knew, in her heart of hearts, she hadn't just been fucked; she
had been loved and deliciously so.  Absent was the usual selfishness she'd
known since her very first time.  Gone was the empty feeling left by men
whose only care was their own satisfaction.  Andrea realized she had been
given something that transcended mere physical satisfaction - she had been
given enlightenment.  Versed in the usual ways of making love, she had
ventured into places women rarely went, let alone talked about.

   Andrea had known the touch of another woman for the first time earlier
today.  She shivered as she remember Kendra's loving, gentle loving which
had been urgent without rushing, insistent but not forceful.  Andrea knew
how emotionally labile she'd been at that time, seeking comfort in any
form. Tonight was different.  Andrea had once again ventured into the
unknown, this time of her own free will, accepting Ellie's love and
returning it as well.  Another delightful shiver raced through Andrea as
she remembered her first taste of a woman.  No fear, no hesitation - just
welcome acceptance and a need to love.

   Andrea could feel sleep descending upon her as she looked toward Adam.
Damn!  Andrea smiled dreamily, wondering why making love with him never
occurred to her before now while also realizing the silliness of her
question.  Still, as sleep claimed Andrea, she vowed to correct this
obvious oversight in her life.

   Part V, Chapter Seventeen

   Morning sunlight streamed in the curtained window, casting its warmth
onto Andrea, who stretched luxuriously, happy and content.  And sat
straight up, wide awake and wondering where in the name of God she was! 
Looking around, she recognized the well-appointed guest room...  but how
had she gotten in here?  Her last memory was of being in bed with, oh,
shit, Ellie and Adam...

   "Good morning," a baritone voice said, coming from her right, causing
Andrea to yelp in surprise.  "Did you sleep well?" Andrea turned toward the
voice and found Devon sitting in the upholstered chair which occupied the
room.

   "Shit!  You scared me, Devon!  I slept just fine, thank you.  But..."

   "Yes?" Devon's smile was magnetic.

   "How did I get back in here?" Andrea gestured to take in the whole room.

   "I happened to be looking for Ellie, knew she'd be with Adam - but I
didn't expect to find you with them.  I figured it would be easier for you
to wake up in your own bed - a lot less chance of any discomfort."

   "Thanks," Andrea offered, carefully noticing Devon hadn't commented
further on her presence in the bed, let alone her obvious state of undress
at the time.  "About last night..."

   Devon raised one long-fingered hand in dismissal.  "You don't have to
explain anything, Andrea.  Especially if you're not, ah, comfortable about
it." Devon settled back into the comfortable chair, taking stock of his
son-in-law's sister.  Earlier in the morning, Ellie, Adam, Devon, and
Kendra had discussed the events of the night before, with Devon drawing the
short straw as the person Andrea would see upon awakening and to answer the
questions they knew she'd have.

   "Oh, I'm all right," Andrea answered - and meant it.  She had never felt
more comfortable in her life, even after having the strangest experience in
her entire life.  "What do you want to know?"

   Devon laughed at Andrea's positive stance.  "If you're asking me, then
you must be handling all of this better than we expected." He nodded
approval.  "That's good, Andrea.  To answer your question, I just want to
know one thing."

   "Go ahead," Andrea replied, feeling a confidence she'd never known
before.  Remarkable, since she was about to have a talk about getting laid
to a man she only met once or twice before!  "Were you loved?"

   "Was I ever!" Andrea exclaimed.  "You know, at first I though all of
this sick and disgusting.  That was before I stopped looking at it from my
old perspective." Andrea shifted her position on the bed before continuing.
"Ellie and Adam had an interesting way to rid me of my old way of thinking,
but it worked.  I never realized something so wrong could be so right."

   Devon nodded in silent agreement.  "It does take some getting used to.
It took Adam a little longer to get used to being a part of our loving
family.  But, as you discovered, he's well adjusted."

   "That isn't all he is," Andrea muttered, her body remembering the utter
joy of being filled by him.  Turning her attention back to Devon, Andrea
asked, "So now what?  I mean, what happens next?"

   Devon regarded Andrea with a tilt of his head, as if not understanding
the question.  "I don't know, Andrea; what do you want to happen next?"

   Andrea fixed Devon with a puzzled look of her own.  "Am I expect to
'join up' or something?"

   "Don't be silly!  Of course not!"

   "What, then?" Andrea's confusion was parading itself openly.  "I don't
get it."

   Devon shrugged.  "What's there to get?  You are Adam's sister and, thus,
a member of the family.  We wouldn't treat you any different than we do
Adam who, by the way, is here by his choice.  He could have walked out on
Kenny and the rest of us on the first night.  Hell, he still can."

   "He's still here," Andrea said, understanding where Devon was going.

   "Exactly.  I know of your plans to divorce Dale and I'm supposed to tell
you that you're welcome to stay here." He looked around the room
expansively.  "This room will be yours, of course.  As Adam will attest,
you won't want for anything."

   "What's the catch, Devon?  This is too good to be true."

   "You wound me, Andrea - there's no catch, no gimmicks, no nothing.  Just
the family reaching out to another family member in need."

   "I wouldn't have to, uh, you know, earn my keep?"

   Devon frowned his displeasure.  "Just allowing the family to help you is
reward enough for us.  Please don't insult us by implying you have to do
something in return."

   Andrea's face reddened at Devon's mild rebuke.  "I'm sorry, Devon.  It's
just...  damn!  This has all been like a dream to me, one I don't want to
wake up from.  I could leave Dale today and spend the rest of my life here
without missing him one bit."

   "And, pray tell, why is that?"

   Andrea thought carefully over her answer, sighing deeply.  "Because I
know everyone here will love me, even those of you who are just getting to
know me.  And I need to show my love to everyone who loves me."

   "Well, then," Devon said while getting to his feet, giving Andrea a good
long look at his trim form as well as the outline of his maleness.  Devon
smiled before announcing, "It's all settled.  Let someone know what you
want to do and we'll see about getting things in order.  Are you hungry? 
For food, I mean," letting Andrea know he was aware of her gaze.

   "I'm starving," Andrea replied.  "And not just for food, if you catch my
drift."

   "I do, indeed.  You'll have plenty of time to feed yourself.  For now,
though, let's get you showered and fed.  Pancakes or waffles?"

   Andrea smiled brilliantly at Devon, already knowing what decision she'd
make.  "Yes."

   "Yes?  Yes, pancakes or yes, waffles?"

   "Yes."

   "Women," Devon uttered as he left Andrea to her morning ablutions.

   * * *

   Andrea arrived for breakfast some twenty minutes later, feeling
well-rested and full of energy.  Freshly showered and outfitted in jeans,
T-shirt and light sweater, she joined the rest of family, taking a seat
next to Kendra.  Kendra acknowledged Andrea's presence with a nod, turning
her attention momentarily to something Ellie was saying.

   "...So, we won't need to make any other changes.  There'll be plenty of
room for everyone."

   Adam and Kendra both nodded in agreement.  "Not that it makes much
difference," said Adam, giving everyone a sample of his magnetic smile. 
"We usually don't spend much time in our rooms - sleeping, that is." Kendra
giggled.

   Devon spoke up, taking in Andrea with his warm glance.  "All there is to
settle now is a buy-in from Andrea."

   "Buy-in to what?" Andrea asked between a mouth full of waffles.

   "Well, I told everyone about our conversation this morning.  Depending
on your answer, we'd love to have you stay here with us."

   Andrea sat her fork on the plate carefully, having nearly dropped it
upon hearing Devon's announcement.  She looked at everyone around the
table, taking those few seconds to make the biggest decision in her life
since accepting Dale's marriage proposal.  Andrea looked at Devon as if
some ulterior motive could be found on his handsome features.  Instead, she
saw only the quiet confidence everyone in this family seemed to possess.

   Turning her head slightly, she looked in Ellie's eyes, finding the same
confidence along with a look which promised a lot of interesting days and
nights.  Andrea shivered involuntarily as both her mind and body remembered
the sensations delivered by Ellie just mere hours ago.  Putting the memory
aside she looked at Kendra and another shiver raced up her spine.

   "Get a grip, girl," she told herself before allowing her gaze to settle
on Adam.  Even though born of different roots, he was clearly a member of
this family, fairly oozing the Williams family confidence and sexuality. 
Who would have thought the best sex she'd ever experienced had come from
the last person she ever dreamed of?

   Feeling as if she were taking too long to answer, Andrea cleared her
throat before speaking.  "After everything which has happened in the last
twenty-four hours or so, the first thing I have to say I'm not really clear
about what has really happened." Andrea managed a weak smile, shaking her
head.  "Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every minute of it."
Andrea could feel tears welling in her eyes; Kendra placed a warm,
comforting hand on hers.

   "Take you time, Andy; we all know how important a decision this is. 
It's not easy giving up one way of life for another."

   Andrea nodded.  "Dale and I, well, things haven't turned out the way I
had hoped.  Last night, Adam and Ellie showed me what it was like to be
loved unselfishly." Tears spilled down Andrea's cheeks, falling softly onto
the simple tablecloth covering the cherry wood table.  "I want more of this
kind of love."

   Ellie spoke quietly.  "Even if it means receiving it from Adam?"

   "Yes.  It was one of the things which makes my decision an easy one."
Andrea dabbed at her eyes, feeling her resolve return.  She looked once
more at everyone seated at the table, drawing strength from them and
feeling the outpouring of love.  "If Adam could make love to me without
batting an eye and not feeling bad about it, then how could I do any less?
After all, he's my baby brother and I can't let him one-up me!" Adam rolled
his eyes and placed a hand over his heart as if wounded.

   "My answer is yes, yes, a thousand times yes.  I want to be here with
you and experience the love and joy you share every day.  Of course, I'll
have to let Dale know I won't be coming home." She sighed.  "You know, I'm
leaving my husband and I don't feel bad about it at all."

   "As well you shouldn't," a deep baritone voice agreed.  Heads turned
toward the new voice as Lorne Williams entered the room, followed closely
by Etienne and Kymber.

   "Mother.  Father.  Grandmother." Devon nodded to each in turn.  "It's
good to see you, but I thought you were on vacation."

   "We were." said Eti, taking a seat next to Andrea.  "Until your father
he had enough of lying around playing victim." Turning, Eti flashed a smile
at Andrea.  "Andrea!  It's really good to see you again!  How long has it
been...  since the wedding, right?"

   Andrea blushed under the rapt attention being paid to her.  "Yes, ma'am.
It's good to see all of you again," she greeted, accepting a kiss from
Kymber on the cheek.

   "Ma'am?  Please, child - you make me sound ancient!  Call me Eti."
Andrea's blush deepened.  Lorne circled around the elegant table until he
stood next to Devon.

   "What's this about Andrea leaving her husband, Dev?" The look Lorne gave
his son said he wouldn't be put off by some half-assed answer.  Andrea's
mouth opened to answer but snapped shut with a look from Lorne.

   "Andrea has decided to leave Dale and move in with us." Devon showed no
fear or intimidation.  Lorne's eyebrows threatened to crawl up his forehead
and down the back.

   "Ah, might I ask..l.?"

   "She knows, Dad." Devon looked at Andrea giving her a big wink.

   "I see," Lorne said, continuing to circle the table until he stood
behind Kendra and Adam, who at least had the good sense to look nervous. 
"Andrea?"

   Andrea swallowed.  "Yes, sir?"

   "Before I welcome you to the family, I want to be sure you understand
what you're getting into."

   "I think I do, Dr.  Williams."

   "If I'm not being too pushy, might I ask why you're so sure?" Lorne
asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

   Andrea looked lovingly at Ellie for a moment before letting her gaze
fall onto Adam.  Lorne's only response was to raise a single eyebrow. 
"Hmm. Well, I suppose the matter is settled."

   "Pretty much, Dr.  Williams," Andrea said.  "Look, I've discovered what
your family is all about and even though I was shocked at first, I've had
time to think about it all and the whole thing makes sense.  In fact..."
Andrea's voice trailed off, her eyes going out of focus as she looked at
Devon.

   "Andrea?" Lorne asked.

   "Hmm?"

   "Are you okay?"

   Andrea became aware of the entire family watching her with looks of
concern crossing their faces.  "Damn!  I'm sorry!  My, uh, train of thought
got derailed for a moment."

   Lorne had noticed Andrea's lapse of attention occurred when she looked
at Devon.  Even though the oldest of the assembled group, he wasn't so old
he could tell Andrea had designs on his son.  "Well, we stopped by to have
a talk with Ellie, Kenny and Adam about a few things, so if you'll excuse
us for a while..."

   "Sure, Dr.  Williams.  I've got to go upstairs and get the bed made
anyway." Andrea turned to leave the room and remembered something.  "Devon?
If you're not busy, would you give me a hand moving the chest of drawers? I
need to get something which fell behind it while I was dressing."

   Devon took a moment to glance at his father, who nodded.  "Sure, Andrea.
I'll be along in a moment." Andrea smiled brightly and left for her room.
Devon's attention was held by the sight of firm bottom before being drawn
back to his father's presence.

   "Son," Lorne began.  "I hope you know what you're doing; it's an awful
big risk you're running by allowing Andrea access to the family in this
manner."

   "Dad, if what Adam and Ellie told me is true - and I don't have any
reason not to believe either of them, Andrea will fit in just fine.  You'll
see!"

   "I hope you're right," Lorne conceded, clamping a fatherly hand on
Devon's shoulder.  "Well, I'm off to talk to the rest of the horde; stop by
when you get done."

   "Okay, Dad."

   * * *

   As Andrea fussed over folding the comforter, she felt as if a great
weight had been lifted from her soul.  It had been one thing to think about
Adam's in-laws as being part of the overall family; however, it was
something else to be in their presence, looking into their odd-colored eyes
and fairly basking in their magnetism.  "Especially Etienne," Andrea
whispered to herself.  There was something about the woman who reminded her
of Kendra - only a thousand times calmer and a million times more intense.
Andrea interrupted her introspective review upon hearing the light tapping
on the bedroom door.  "Come on in, Devon," she called out, feeling her
pulse begin to race.

   Devon's head appeared around the open edge of the door.  "Ready to move
the chest?" he asked, stepping into the room.

   "Sure, just give me a second to square this away." Looking up at Devon
just for an instant send an unbelievable chill through her.  "This is one
good looking man," she thought.  "And," her libido supplied, "he looks to
be well equipped to handle things, if you know what I mean." Andrea smiled
despite herself.

   "Okay, I'm ready!" Andrea crossed the room, wiping her hands on her
thighs.  Finding a place for her hands, she looked up at Devon, who had
also gotten a grip on his side of the chest.  Their eyes met and Andrea
felt her jaw slacken just a little at the contact.

   "On three, okay?  One...  Two...  Three!" Devon's muscles locked as he
brought his strength to bear against the oak chest.  With Andrea's help,
the massive piece of furniture move all of two inches, enough for Andrea to
look behind it.

   "Whoa!  There it is!" Andrea could see her lost object glinting in the
sunlight.

   "Okay," Devon said, slightly winded.  "Let me know when you're ready to
put this thing back."

   Andrea bent over and wiggled her hand into the small space, her fingers
fishing for some purchase on the object.  With a grunt, she managed to loop
a finger around the edge; from there, it was a simple matter to extract it.
"There!" she said triumphantly, standing and holding her prize up for Devon
to see.

   "I can see why you'd want to get that back," Devon said while nodding to
the contraceptive bracelet dangling from Andrea's fingers.

   "Yeah, I took it off to shower this morning and it must have fallen of
the back." Andrea slipped the bracelet back over her wrist, feeling the
expected tingle when the bracelet's sensor reestablished contact with the
sensor just under her skin.  "The bracelet does its job, but it can be a
pain in the ass sometime.  Whoever invented this damned thing must have
been out of their mind."

   Devon chuckled.  "He can be a bit goofy when he feels like it, but I
hardly think my father is out of his mind."

   Andrea turned to face Devon, her face reddening.  "Oh, shit.  You mean
Lorne is THE Dr.  Williams, the one who invented this?"

   "The one and only."

   "I feel so stupid."

   "You shouldn't blame yourself.  Look at it this way; it's better than
taking pills or having your plumbing cut on."

   "You've got that right," Andrea agreed, sighing heavily.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Oh, nothing.  I was just thinking about Dale."

   For a moment, Devon felt irritated at the mention of Andrea's husband.
"What about him?"

   Andrea flopped down across the bed, positioning herself so she could see
Devon.  "I was just thinking about the argument we had over having
children."

   Devon sat on the bed facing Andrea, grateful to sit.  "I take it he
wasn't overly fond of the idea."

   "Hmpf.  That's putting it mildly.  The boy lost his ever-loving mind. 
Told me he didn't want to be burdened with the responsibility of bringing a
new life into the world." Andrea sighed.  "At first, I thought he'd change
his mind, you know, after we'd been married a while longer."

   Devon felt a twinge of sympathy for the younger woman.  "Was this the
reason why things went sour between you?"

   "Partly.  The other part was because he just wants to have things his
way all the time, like nothing I could say or do was good enough for him."

   "And now you think you've found what you're looking for with us." More
statement than question.

   Andrea propped herself up on an elbow, staring intensely at Devon. 
"Yes, I do.  Why do you ask?  Do you think I'm making a mistake?"

   "No," Devon said.  "I don't.  I'm just wondering if our way of life is
the best thing for you.  There are a lot of things to be taken into
consideration, some nice, some not-so-nice."

   "My little session with Adam and Ellie crammed a lot into my head,
Devon," Andrea said confidently.  "Yeah, there's the no holds barred
intimacy and the implications behind it.  From where I'm sitting, though,
the good outweighs the bad here." Andrea sat up suddenly, looking intently
at Devon.  "May I ask you something?"

   Devon shrugged.  "Sure - go ahead.  One of the things you'll learn
around here is we have no secrets from each other."

   "You've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

   Devon's eyebrows rose in surprise.  "You know, since you asked, no. 
Well, not in the conventional sense anyway."

   Andrea nodded, more to herself than in response to Devon's answer.  "I
thought so."

   "What does my not ever having a girlfriend have to do with anything?"
Devon was clearly puzzled.

   "Everything.  You've never had to go looking for love and affection,
never had to go through the disappointments most guys go through when they
grow up."

   "Oh, I know all about the disappointment.  I've seen what it did to some
of the guys I hung around with in school."

   "But you've never gone through it yourself."

   "Well, no.  I suppose not.  What's your point?"

   Andrea smiled sweetly at Devon.  "My point is you've never had to
experience the special feeling one gets when they meet the right person."

   Devon could now see what Andrea was getting at.  "Ah, of course.  You're
saying because I've always had my relationship with my family, I've always
had all my physical and emotional needs taken care of.  You know, I never
really looked at it from that perspective."

   Andrea moved closer to Devon, stretching out beside him.  "My point
exactly.  See, I know this is right for me.  I need to love and be loved
while being free to explore myself without having to deal with
recriminations.  It's just a simple fact of when it's right, you know it."

   Devon looked at Andrea in a different light, having most of his early
fears put to bed.  From the descriptions provided by both Adam and Ellie,
Devon was afraid that Andrea's motives were purely sexual in nature.  Devon
allowed himself a mental shrug, reminding himself there was some truth to
the sexual aspect.  Oh, but wouldn't it be interesting having someone other
than Kymber to make love with.  With a practiced eye, Devon let his gaze
flow over Andrea's lithe form, noticing he way her clothing clung to every
curve.  And, he couldn't help but notice, she had some pretty good sized
nipples...

   Andrea was very much aware of Devon's silent appraisal, hoping he liked
what he was seeing.  Without making it obvious to Devon, Andrea coyly
rearranged her position on the bed, giving Devon a look at her backside
(and hoping it wasn't as fat as she thought).  Even without being able to
see Devon, Andrea could feel his gaze upon her and, shit, it felt good to
be appreciated for being a woman.

   "Andrea," Devon said, forcing himself to focus more on the conversation
than on Andrea's lovely body.  "As my father does, I hope you've made the
right decision for yourself.  Speaking for the family - my part of it, that
is - we welcome you and look forward to making your stay with us as
pleasant as possible."

   Andrea was barely paying attention to Devon's warm words.  Instead, she
was listening to a more insistent voice, one born of primal passion and
desire.  Suddenly, Andrea was very much aware of the aura of masculinity
being projected by Devon.  Her position on the bed not allowing her to look
at him didn't matter; she could feel him and, oh, God, did she want him.

   "Devon?" Andrea took a split second in deciding her fate.

   "Yes?"

   Place your feet right on the edge and just fall forward...

   "Make love to me."

   For probably the first time in his life, Devon hesitated before
answering.  True enough, he wanted Andrea; hearing the details of her
evening with Ellie and Adam made her much more desirable.  On the other
hand, Devon knew his desire was being fueled by sheer lust.  This wasn't
about showing love for another in their special way; no, this was about a
good old fashioned bone-jumping.  Still, inbred responses kicked in. 
Licking his lips, Devon said, "You sure this is what you want?"

   Andrea's answer was to sit up, neatly pivoting on her bottom until she
faced Devon.  Crossing her arms over and down, she removed her top in one
smooth motion to reveal a pair of small but perky breasts, each topped by
semi-hard nipples.  Andrea cupped a breast in each hand, massaging her
nipples to full erection.

   "I've never more sure of anything.  I want you." Andrea's passionate
blush, once limited to her face, began to spread along her neck and
shoulders before creeping along the upper contours of her breasts.

   Andrea leaned forward to crush her mouth against Devon's, submitting to
the passion.  Tongues sought each other, tasting and discovering while
hands made themselves familiar.  Andrea moaned as Devon's hands explored
the soft globes of her breasts before making their way down to the
waistband of her pants.

   Reluctantly, the kiss was broken just long enough for Andrea to wiggle
out of her pants while Devon hurriedly removed his clothing, exposing his
muscular frame.  Andrea lay back on the bed, her arms open and inviting,
not wanting to waste one precious moment.

   As Devon eased himself into her embrace and his lips began to explore
the flesh just behind her left ear, Andrea realized there was more than
just lust and passion at work here.  From the very first moment she laid
eyes on him, Andrea had felt drawn to Devon, a feeling which had soothed
and frightened her.  As Devon's tongue traced an interesting pattern along
one nipple, causing Andrea to shiver with delight, a part of her knew she
had fallen in love with him.

   Andrea cradled Devon's head to her chest as he sucked each nipple in
turn, raising her excitement and bringing the heat to searing levels.  She
reached between their perspiring bodies and found him hot, hard, and
throbbing within her grasp.  Her fingers toyed with the silken flesh of his
shaft causing Devon to gasp with pleasure.  Andrea couldn't wait to feel
Devon inside of her - but first things first...

   Wriggling out of Devon's embrace, Andrea moved between Devon's legs
before lowering her mouth onto his stiff member, effectively cutting off
any protests.  The couple moaned in unison as Andrea slid two thick inches
of man meat into her mouth, savoring the musky scent and the slightly spicy
taste of the man under her.  Slowly, Andrea's head began a bobbing motion,
each downward plunge gathering more of Devon's shaft into the deep recesses
of her throat.  Devon's hands cradled and stroked Andrea's face as he
settled in to enjoy the oral attention, his features alternating between
smiles and grimaces as Andrea eagerly sucked him.

   * * *

   "Be sure to tell Dev to give me a call later this evening," Lorne said,
kissing first Ellie then Kendra before joining Kymber and Etienne at the
front door.  "He must be rearranging the whole room for Andrea!"

   Adam, standing behind wife and mother-in-law, hid a smirk behind his
hand.  "Devon's rearranging something, alright.  But I don't think it's
furniture." The departing Williams', along with Ellie and Kendra, turned to
look at Adam.

   "Are you suggesting my son is doing unsavory things with your sister,
young man?" Kymber asked with mock seriousness.

   "I'd say it's a safe bet, knowing my sister."

   * * *

   Andrea tossed her head back, a silent scream of pleasure poised to
escape her lips as Devon drove deeper into her, his hands spreading tender
buttocks to allow deeper penetration into her wetness.

   "Oh, God, yes!  Give me more, baby!  Slide that hard cock in up to your
balls!  Fuck me, Devon, oh, shit, fuck me til I can't see straight!"

   All Devon could do was grunt in reply.  Perspiration dripped into his
eyes, stinging them, before splashing onto Andrea's upturned ass.  For
Devon, it was pure bliss being able to see and feel Andrea's entire body
shake under his hard, insistent strokes as well as hearing her impassioned
pleas for more.  Better still was the incredible feeling offered by
Andrea's overheated sheath as it continued to grip him convulsively,
bringing him closer to completion.  A hard thrust, quickly followed by an
even harder thrust and Devon began the delicious task of filling Andrea
with his seed.

   "Oh, God!  Oh, yes!  Do it!" Andrea's cries dwindled into incoherent
babble as her own orgasm caught up with her.  With all the force she could
muster, Andrea clamped down on Devon's jerking cock, trapping him deep
inside until, finally, Devon grew soft enough to fall out of her velvet
embrace.

   "Damn!  You really know how to move furniture, don't you?" asked Andrea.

   Equally exhausted, Devon replied, "Something moved, but I'll be damned
if I know what.  You okay?"

   "Hmm, never better.  You wanna know something?"

   "What's that?"

   "I'm hungry."

   "Well," Devon chuckled.  "Moving furniture is hard work." Devon patted
Andrea's firm - and slightly moist - bottom before starting to rise and
dress.

   "Devon?  You mind if I ask you a question?"

   "Ask away."

   "You know what happened between me and Kendra, don't you?"

   "I heard about it, yes."

   "Then you know I've never done anything like that before."

   "It's what I heard.  Why does it concern you?"

   "I can't say if 'concerned' is the word I would use to describe hw I
feel about it."

   Devon paused in the middle of putting on a sock.  "If you're not
concerned, then what's up here?"

   "It bothers me how easily I gave in to Kenny, not to mention how much I
enjoyed it." Andrea shivered at the memory of Kendra's oral pleasures while
feeling her nipples harden.

   "So?  Kenny's a little hard to resist, if I must say so myself."

   "It's just that I never thought I would enjoy having another woman doing
things to me.  Then, to top things off, my mother walked in on us."

   Devon raised an eyebrow.  "Did she really?  I didn't know..."

   Andrea managed a little smile.  "Oh, she most certainly did.  Things got
a little ugly for a moment, but I think my mom understood what was going
on, especially after Kenny had her say about it all."

   Devon could easily imagine the scene.  Kenny's imperturbable calm
matched up against a shocked and, probably, outraged parent.  "I'll bet it
was something to see."

   "It was, believe me.  Funny thing, though.  My mother didn't really seem
to be all that upset.  Concerned, yes.  But not the raving lunatic I would
have expected." Andrea shrugged.

   Completely dressed, Devon held out his hand to Andrea.  "Come on, let's
go raid the fridge."

   * * *

   Allison Harrison's eyes widened in surprise when, upon opening the door,
she found Kendra waiting patiently.  "Hello, Kendra!  What brings you
here?"

   "Hi, Mrs.  Harrison," Kendra answered while laughing.

   "What's so funny?" the older woman asked.

   "Well, we're both 'Mrs.  Harrison...'"

   Allison beamed.  "You're right - we are!  Come on in!" She stepped back
to allow Kendra inside.

   "I came by to pick up Andrea's things.  She's going to be spending some
time with us."

   "I see.  She's decided to leave Dale after all, then." Allison sat down
wearily.  "Tell me, Kendra - do you think she's making the right decision?"

   "It doesn't matter what I think, Mrs.  Harrison.  What does matter is
what Andrea thinks." Kendra thought for a moment before continuing.  "Do I
believe she's right?  Well, I know if Adam were to treat me the same way
Dale does Andrea, I wouldn't stay with him."

   "That's a fair answer, dear," Allison said.  "Personally, she should
have left him a long time ago, but it wasn't for me to say."

   The living room fell into a nervous silence.  Kendra's gaze remained
fixed on the elder Mrs.  Harrison, patiently waiting for the other woman to
do...  whatever.

   Without bothering to look up, Allison could feel Kendra's unusual eyes
on her.  Just knowing the young woman was watching made Allison flush with
warmth.  Allison knew she should show Kendra where Andrea's things were
being kept but, for some reason, she didn't want Kendra to stop looking at
her.

   Not wanting to be rude or rush the other woman, Kendra's gaze flicked to
her watch, which wasn't missed by Allison.  "I suppose we should get Andy's
things loaded up, huh?" Allison said, trying to keep a twinge of
disappointment from her voice.

   "Whatever you say, Mrs.  Harrison.  I do have a doctor's appointment in
a couple of hours," Kendra answered, patting the growing bulge under her
maternity dress.

   "One thing, Kendra.  Please call me Allison or Mom, whichever you
prefer. There's no need for us to stand on formality - you're family now."

   "Thank you...  Allison." Kendra's wide smile seemed to make the room
brighter.  "I'm right behind you!"

   Once in Andrea's former bedroom, the two women set to the task of
collecting those things Andrea might need.  They worked quickly and in
relative silence, speaking only to ask a question about this dress or which
pair of shoes.  Fifteen minutes later, Andrea's belongings were neatly
packed and ready to go.  Kendra picked up one of the smaller suitcases and
turned for the door.

   "Kendra, would you mind if I asked you a very personal question?"

   "No, not at all.  As you said, we're family now and I've nothing to
hide." Kendra put the suitcase down and went to join Allison, who had taken
a seat on the edge of the bed.  "Ask your question, please."

   "Are you a lesbian?" Allison's question was right to the point, making
Kendra smile with approval.

   "You're asking this because of what you saw here the other day." A
statement, not answering a question with a question.

   "Yes.  I must admit what I saw disturbed me a little and, frankly, I
wanted to know."

   "Not wanting to insult you but, as you can see, I am happily bisexual,
if you must put a label on me," Kendra said, rubbing her swollen belly.

   "And you're comfortable with this?" Allison asked, clearly embarrassed
at having overlooked the obvious.

   "Allison, there's nothing for me to be uncomfortable about.  I've been
this way since birth." Kendra sighed, unsure if she really answered
Allison's question.  Finally, she said, "For me, it's all about loving and
being loved.  I'm sorry, but it's the only way I can explain it."

   Allison nodded, envying the younger woman's easy acceptance of who and
what she was.  Absently, Allison said, "I don't think I've ever seen any
so...  stimulating."

   "Pardon?"

   "You and Andy making love.  I was shocked when I first saw the two of
you together but, after a few seconds, I realized I had never seen anything
so hot and exciting." Allison managed a wry smile before adding, "For a
moment, I found myself wishing it was me instead of Andy." Having made this
announcement, Allison suddenly felt as if a great weight had been removed
from her.

   Kendra matched Allison's smile with one of her own.  "It could have been
you - you needed only to ask," she said, causing Allison head to snap up in
surprise.

   "Right.  An old woman like me, wishing for something she could never
have.  You're so sweet to say this."

   "I'm not being patronizing, Allison.  It could have easily been you
there being loved, if it was what you wanted."

   Allison blinked in surprise at the sudden warmth spreading through her
body.  "You can't be serious!"

   "I'm always serious about these things, Allison - love is not to be
taken lightly."

   "You are saying," Allison began - and hoping it was true - "if I asked
you to make love to me, you'd do it."

   "Absolutely."

   Allison chuckled.  "I wouldn't know what to do.  I've never had the
experience."

   "You underestimate yourself.  Besides, what's there to know?  You just
let go of your feelings and bring them to the surface; love will take care
of the rest."

   "You make it sound so easy," Allison said wistfully.  "And so tempting."

   Kendra reached over to take Allison's hands, not surprised to find them
trembling.  To Kendra's experienced eye, she knew the older Mrs.  Harrison
was ready to take the plunge, right here, right now.  "It really is that
easy and, as far as tempting, well, would you like to find out?"

   At Kendra's offer, Allison felt as if all the blood had drained from her
head to collect in the deepest reaches of her body.  What had she gotten
herself into and why?  The concerned mother in her had wanted to know the
answers to the questions asked but the woman in her had been jealous of her
daughter for having a chance to experience an intimacy she had only read
about.  Allison could readily remember the look on Andrea's face as Kendra
eased orgasm after orgasm from her - the sheer pleasure and ecstasy clearly
taking her daughter to places unexplored.

   And she wanted to know what Andrea knew.

   "I'd like that, Kendra," Allison said, all the while wondering who had
uttered the words.

   "Then let's explore the possibilities, shall we?" Kendra asked before
moving close and planting a kiss on Allison's cheek.  "You wanted answers
and the only way to get them is to experience it for yourself."

   Her voice a mere whisper, Allison said, "Yes..."

   "Let's begin," Kendra whispered, her hands undoing the buttons on
Allison's sundress.

   Part V, Chapter Eighteen

   Allison's back arched, her whole body one gigantic spasm as yet another
orgasm rippled its way along her nerves, inflaming her soul.  Each
practiced touch from Kendra sent Allison tumbling further out of control -
and not giving a flying fuck about it.

   "Please...  stop for a moment!" Kendra did as she was asked, absently
wiping the copious flow of juices from her face.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes.  No.  Shit, I don't even know!  I need to know something before
you drive me insane!"

   "What's that?"

   "Can we do this together?  I mean, it's not right for you to, shit, do
all the work."

   "I don't mind, really," Kendra replied.  "But, yes, we can do this
together, if you're ready to try it."

   "Why the hell not," Allison replied, smiling at her own raunchiness. 
"I've gone this far."

   "Suit yourself," Kendra said, rising from her place between Allison's
quivering legs.  Turning until her luscious bottom pointed in the right
direction, Kendra gently and slowly straddled Allison's face until she
could feel her hot, moist breath on her flesh.  When Kendra knew her own
sex was within easy reach, she prepared to return to the task at hand,
spreading Allison's legs high and wide.

   "Now where were we?  Oh, yes - right about...  here!" Kendra returned to
eating Allison with relish, not really caring whether the other woman
returned the favor or not - but knowing she would.  Kendra wasn't
disappointed when she felt Allison's tentative first licks, her soft yet
raspy tongue teasing along the outer folds of her sex.

   Deep inside of Allison, a jumble of emotions was taking place.  To begin
with, there was the joy of making love; once her initial nervousness wore
off, Allison found it easy to settle into the sights, sounds, and smells of
sex.  Well, almost easy.  While the familiar sensations of being eaten were
working their way along Allison's nerve endings, it was the not-so-familiar
feelings which made what was happening less familiar than normal.  Where
Roger's hands were rougher and stronger, the hands under her ass were
perhaps not as strong, but definitely softer.  The tongue working between
the heated, slick folds of her pussy was more insistent yet gentler than
anything she'd ever experienced.

   Allison laughed softly against the downy softness of Kendra muff. 
Experience?  What experience could she be thinking of?  Allison had only
seen women making love in the tacky movies she and Roger watched when they
were years younger.  But now she was living it, feeling Kendra's clitoris
sliding between her hungry lips.

   The two women ate at each other - it was heady and wild - mother-in-law
and daughter-in-law, locked in the throes of primal passion.  Kendra, with
practiced ease, brought Allison into orgasm after orgasm while Allison,
inexperienced at the ways of Sappho, tried to give as good as she was
getting.

   At the moment, Allison's attention was focused on Kendra's anal opening,
flicking her tongue over the wrinkled opening.  Reflex took hold as
Kendra's buttocks tightened in response, emboldening Allison to experiment
further.  While her tongue busied itself in the wet confines of Kendra's
pussy, Allison slipped the tip of one finger into Kendra's ass, feeling the
younger woman respond by pushing against the invading digit until it was in
up to the second knuckle.

   Pleased she had found something to give Kendra in return, Allison got
busy working her finger into Kendra's forbidden entrance.  It didn't take
long before the other woman was thrashing against the dual stimulation and,
seconds later, Allison was rewarded with the hot gush of Kenny's release,
feeling Kenny's clit (Christ, it was big) pulsing and jerking with each
spurt of liquid.

   Not to be outdone, Kendra lifted her head slightly and with a quick
stab, inserted her thumb into Allison ass and two fingers into her pussy.
The older woman stiffened at the assault, surprised at the suddenness of
the intrusion and knowing she was close to the edge.

   "No..." Allison moaned.  "Not yet, please!  Make it last a little
longer!" It was hard fighting against the building pleasure wave as fingers
and tongue worked feverishly to accomplish their task.

   "The time for waiting is over, Allison," Kendra said softly.  "You have
to experience the love we have to offer you." Having said that, Kendra
launched into a vicious attack on Allison's vulnerable body and emotions,
letting the wave build then recede over and over, deriving her own pleasure
from the sounds of protest and pleasure streaming from her mother-in-law.

   The wave crested inside Allison and this time she knew there would be no
stopping it.  It hit her hard, washing over her tortured senses, searing
her nerves in white hot flames.  Allison was dimly aware of an incredible
wetness between her splayed legs, just as she barely registered the obscene
sounds of slurping and sucking.

   "Oh, my God...  NO!" Allison screamed as the torrent of pleasure rushed
through her in all its forbidden glory.  Nothing she and Roger ever did
together compared to this singular joy.  Even in her emotional ruin,
Allison's mind frantically searched for some familiar ground to latch onto,
a vain effort to anchor what was left of her soul.  In a moment which
seemed to last forever, Allison felt conflict explode inside of her,
momentarily feeling the guilt and shame of what was happening to her. 
Women shouldn't do these things to each other - only a man can make a woman
feel this way!  The attempt failed and Allison gave in to the ecstasy,
burning in the flames of lust.

   * * *

   Kendra moved away from Allison's sweating, writhing body, placing a
comforting hand on the older woman's exposed thigh.  Some instinct was
telling her Allison was in distress despite being caught in the throes of
orgasm, so she sat and waited, her own body unwinding from the sexual
tension it had been exposed to.

   After long minutes, Allison's brown eyes opened, her skin flushed a
dusky red hue and she shook her head attempting to clear the fuzziness. 
Lips parted, Allison took a couple of deep breaths before sitting up, only
to feel the room start to spin.

   "Lie back, Allison," Kendra said softly.

   "I feel so strange," Allison muttered.  "Like I've been drinking all
day."

   Kendra smiled at the analogy.  "That was a pretty strong orgasm - it'll
take a few minutes before you get it all together."

   Allison did as she was told, immediately relieved when the spinning
stopped.  Once her head cleared, Allison took stock of her condition. 
Perspiration and other fluids soaked the sheets beneath her and, certainly,
her hair was a mess.  Looking up and to her right a little, she saw
Kendra's pregnant and naked form, absently taking note of the more than
gentle swelling abdomen and the larger than usual breasts, filling with
milk for the yet-to-be-born infant.  An intense feeling of guilt and shame
lowered itself onto Allison's thoughts, drowning out the pleasurable
feelings which now felt very distant.  Tears welled up and flowed over
clenched eyelids as the realization took hold.

   "My God, what have I done?" Allison sobbed.

   "Nothing you didn't want to do, Allison."

   Ignoring the words meant to comfort her, Allison continued.  "What would
Roger think of me if he found out?"

   Kendra placed a hand on Allison's thigh.  "He'd think you are one sexy
lady.  I know that's what I think." Kendra stood, looking for her discarded
clothing.  Turning, she looked back at Allison and added, "That's what Adam
and Andrea would think, too."

   At the mention of her children, Allison became a little more agitated.
"What are you trying to say, Kendra?  That my own children would think I'm
sexy?  That's sick."

   "A while ago, you felt the same way about two women making love," Kendra
replied, watching with some satisfaction as Allison's face went beet red.
Still, she continued to protest, albeit weakly.

   "That's different," Allison said, her face burning.  "We're two
consenting adults and you're only related to me by marriage."

   "So?  What's your point?"

   Allison turned toward Kendra, her eyes ablaze.  "The point is it makes a
difference.  I would never do something like this with one of my children."

   "That's a shame - your children wouldn't - and don't - agree." Kendra
delivered the coup de grace without malice.

   Allison was stunned at the implication.  "What are you saying?"

   "I think you know what I'm talking about."

   "Adam and Andrea...  no.  That's not possible." Allison started to rise,
only to be gently pushed back to a sitting position.

   "Please sit, Allison.  There's something we have to talk about..."

   Part VI, Chapter One

   Allison didn't know how long she remained sitting on the bed in Andrea's
old room.  Kendra had left...  hours?  ago, leaving Allison to ponder a
great many things.

   The time had slipped by without notice as Allison alternated between
sobbing silently and crying hysterically.  Where had she gone wrong?  What
had she done to deserve to have these things dumped onto her life?  Gone
were the euphoric feelings provided by Kendra a lifetime ago.  Even through
the tears, Allison's body remembered the passionate heights she'd flown
with her daughter-in-law.

   Unbidden, a smile broke through as Allison relived the moment just
before her climatic explosion carried her off, scattering her soul to the
four corners of the world.  Such intensity!  Such raw, vital passion!  The
smile grew wider.

   "I haven't been that wicked in years," she said aloud.  At hearing her
own voice, the smile cracked and fell and was quickly replaced by a thought
so crystal clear and focused, the emotional turmoil shied back into a dark
corner of her mind.

   "Yes," she quietly said to no one.  "It was wicked and, my Lord, so very
much wrong!" Truth came into the room and sat on Allison's lap as she
realized just how much enjoyment and pleasure Kendra had given her, not to
mention her amateurish attempts to give back to that wonderful young woman.

   "But what makes loving the best it can be?" Truth asked.  "Could it be
the more wrong a thing is, the more enjoyable it is?"

   Truth had a point Allison had to admit.  She could easily remember all
those times when she and Roger would be making love in the parlor, hot and
heavy, afraid Roger's parents would come home and catch them, and not
really caring.  Oh, and how about the time in the park?  In broad daylight?
Allison's smile returned with the memory.

   The human mind is a fabulous organ.  So simple in its construction, so
complex in its workings, capable of taking seemingly unrelated items and
putting them all together into one neat package.  Allison's mind was no
different; it delivered the goods right on time - and the revelation it
revealed caused her to abruptly stand.

   "My God," she whispered.  "It all makes sense!  I think..."

   "That's right, Allie," Truth said.  "Nothing wrong with a girl getting
her fun, even if it was with another girl!  Hey, who cares as long as you
had fun, right?" Looking into the dressing table mirror, Allison nodded to
herself.

   "And," Truth continued, "It was hot and nasty and the kind of thing you
don't tell the girls over a hand of Bridge.  And that's what you really
liked about it, huh?" Oh, Truth could be such a pain in the ass!

   Truth was on a roll.  "See, Allie, people are animals.  Oh, a little
more evolved and all that, but an animal with basic needs just the same. 
People, hon, like to do what feels good and the more it feels good, the
more they do it.  And, to top it off, people really don't care who makes
them feel good."

   It was really all coming together for Allison, as Truth finally went
quiet, leaving her to think it out.  Society, such as it is, says women
making love to women was wrong.  Still, as Allison learned, it felt good.
The mental picture of herself and Kendra faded to black, to be replaced by
the images of her son and daughter.

   Some girl to girl stuff being one thing, incest was something entirely
different.  The ultimate sin, mankind's greatest taboo - and her children
had broken it.  A wave of despair flowed through Allison's soul, leaving
cold, ugly tendrils of guilt in its wake.  Where had she and Roger gone
wrong?  Sure, they knew such things happened and did everything they could
to make sure it never happened in their home.  In her mind, Allison could
see Adam and Andrea as they played together, always hugging and touching,
showing their love for each other.  The coldness was pushed back a little
as the warmth of the memory enveloped her.

   Sure, they would fight - what brother and sister didn't?  At the end,
they'd always "kiss and make up," renewing their bond - just as they were
taught.  The damp, cold feeling intensified as Allison remembered vividly
the day she told them they could no longer bathe together.

   * * *

   "But, Mom!  We have fun taking a bath together!" Andrea complained, her
features contorted in that way only kids can do.

   "Yeah, except when she tries to push my head underwater," Adam griped.

   "Oh, honey," Allison started, tucking each under an arm.  "I know you
have fun.  But, you're both getting bigger now."

   "So?" Andrea said.

   "So...  big boys and girls don't take baths together."

   "Why?" asked Adam, clearly not understanding.

   "They just don't," Allison said firmly, putting an end to a very
difficult conversation and sending the children out to play.  Once outside,
brother and sister took a moment to talk about what had just taken place.

   "What was Mom talking about?" Adam asked, kicking a loose stone across
the yard.

   "I dunno," replied Andrea.  "I hate it when she gets all weird like
that. Remember the day she stormed into my room?"

   "When we were reading and fell asleep on your bed?"

   "Yeah.  She freaked out!"

   Adam's face darkened as he remember the savage tongue-lashing his mother
had laid on them.  He couldn't remember ever seeing his mother so angry
before!  Well, not since the time he painted the cat Day-Glo orange,
anyway.

   "Andrea?  Do you think that had something to do with what she said?"

   "I dunno, Squirt.  Mom has been acting strange lately, just like Daddy."

   "What do you mean?"

   Andrea sat in the tree swing her father had put up two summers ago. 
"Well, remember he use to give me a big hug and kiss every time he came
home from work?"

   "Yeah," Adam replied.  "You always griped about his moustache tickling
you."

   "Well, he doesn't do it any more.  As a matter of fact, he hardly even
talks to me like he used to."

   "I wonder why?" Adam asked, his young mind unable to understand their
parents' behavior.

   "I wish I knew," was all Andrea could say.

   * * *

   "You knew why, didn't you Allie old girl?" Truth was back and whispering
seductively in the recesses of her soul.  "You knew but were afraid to tell
the truth.  Didn't want them to know about the dirty deed.  Didn't want
them experimenting with each other, did you?"

   Oh, yes - Allison knew and her mind showed her the error of her ways. 
Kendra had been right when she told Allison of the mistake made with the
siblings.  In her mind, a glowing, naked (and pregnant) Kendra sat down
next to Truth.

   "You and your husband taught them to love each other, to share with each
other.  Then, before they would naturally take the next step, you turned
around and told them it was wrong for them to do so - even though they had
done nothing." Truth nodded in agreement, smiling.

   "So, to keep them from finding out, you kept them apart as much as you
could.  And, to make sure neither of you got any ideas, you and Roger began
to put distance between yourself and them." Truth was nodding so
vigorously, it's head would have fallen off - if it had one.

   "When was the last time you hugged or kissed them?  No, I don't mean one
of those motherly pecks on the cheek, either.  Hugged or kissed them as you
did when they were babies, when you loved them with all your heart?"
Allison could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she replayed her answer
to Kendra's "accusations."

   "But, I do love them!" she had protested.  "I'd give my life for them,
then and now."

   "Yes, you would," Kendra had answered.  "Still, you and Roger prevented
them from discovering the depth of their love for each other - and you
never told them why."

   "I thought we were doing the right thing," was Allison's somewhat lame
reply.  "Incest, well, it just isn't done.  That happens in homes where
parents just don't care what their children do."

   "Does it?" Kendra had asked.  "I think you know better."

   Part VI, Chapter Two

   Allison's introspective view was dispelled as her husband stuck his head
into the near empty room.

   "Allie," Roger said, stepping into the room.  "What are you doing in
here?  Didn't you hear me calling you when I came in?"

   "No," Allison replied, shaking her head.  "I didn't.  I guess my mind
was a million miles away."

   "Hmpf - I'd say it was," Roger grumbled, taking a moment to look around
the room.  "Hey, what happened to Andy's stuff?"

   Allison looked around the room, as if she'd never been in it before
answering.  "Oh.  Kendra was here a little while ago to pick it up."
Allison stepped around her befuddled husband into the hallway, who darted
out of the door right behind her.

   "Pick it up?  For what?  Allison!?"

   Allison continued to ignore Roger, descending the stairs and entering
the living room, stopping before the large family portrait taken a year
ago.

   "Woman, will you answer me?  What the hell is going on around here?  Why
are Andrea's things gone - and why did Kendra pick them up?"

   "Roger," Allison said, sighing.  "She's staying with Kendra and her
brother."

   "What the hell for?" Roger Harrison could feel his blood pressure
increasing.

   "She's decided to leave Dale.  Doesn't make sense to go home to a man
you don't love anymore, does it?" Allison was surprised at how calm she'd
become during the last few moments.

   "I know that, Allie!" Roger could barely contain his anger.  "What's
wrong with her staying with us?"

   Allison turned to face her husband.  "Obviously, she didn't want to,
Grumpy.  Besides, she needs to be around people her own age, not two old
fuddy-duddies like us.  She's a grown woman and can make up her mind about
where she lives and who she lives with."

   "But you know how I feel about...  those people." Roger's voice was low
and dangerous, his mood darkening.

   Allison's own temper flared.  "Who cares if you like them or not, Roger?
Huh?  I mean, who gives a fuck who you like or don't like?  Can't you get
it through your thick skull?  You don't have to like them; as long as Adam
and Andrea likes them and they're happy, it's the only thing which
matters."

   Roger was taken aback at his wife's outburst; as it happened, he also
remembered the last time he'd ever seen her this pissed off - the day she
found Adam and Andrea cuddled up and asleep in Andrea's bed.  Then there
was the deal with the cat...  Macho pride took over as Roger picked his jaw
up.

   "Yeah?  And how do you know they'll be happy?"

   Once again calm - and not knowing where it came from, Allison looked
into her husband's eyes.  "Trust me, I know.  I just know.  Call it a
mother's instinct.  What do you want for dinner?" Allison turned and headed
for the kitchen.

   "Women!" Roger grumbled, plopping down in his favorite chair and making
a vow to find out just what was going on in the Williams household.  With
God as his witness, Roger Hamilton Harrison will find out!

   Part VI, Chapter Three

   Unknown to Roger, he wasn't the only father wanting to know what was
going on.  Lorne paced the spacious living room of his hillside retreat. 
In various states of repose, the entire Williams family, along with Andrea,
watched at the elderly doctor and inventor walked a groove in the plush
carpeting.  Halfway across the room, he stopped and turned to look at Devon
before shaking his head and continuing his pacing.

   Devon, for his part, knew his father was doing everything he could not
to explode at this latest turn of events.  Still, he sat calmly - or as
about as calm as any son could knowing his father was pissed at him - and
waited for him to speak his mind.

   Beside him, Andrea leaned over and whispered, "He's pissed, isn't he?"
Devon nodded, not taking his eyes off of Lorne.

   "It's because of me, isn't it?" Another nod.

   Sitting on the sofa, Ellie turned to speak to her mother, nodding at
Andrea and Devon.  "They look good together, don't they?"

   Etienne took a final glance at her father before turning to her
daughter. "They do at that, Ellie.  How do you feel about it?"

   Ellie shrugged.  "How do I feel?  I'm not jealous or anything, if that's
what you mean.  Hey, I'm happy for them; Lord knows Andrea needs someone in
her life who can make her happy." Parked on the floor in front of the sofa,
Kendra, Adam and Kymber eavesdropped on the conversation taking place above
them.

   "But, Mom," Adam began, still having a little trouble calling Ellie
"mom", especially after having made love to her.  "It's been you and Dad
for, what, your entire life?  How can you be happy to see him spending time
with my sister?"

   "Why not?" quipped Ellie, smiling lustily at her son-in-law.

   "Indeed.  I'd like to hear this myself." Lorne had stopped his pacing,
his voice breaking up the discussions, commanding their attention.  Seeing
he had them, he continued.

   "Devon, I'd like to know why Andrea is here with us."

   Stupidly, and caught a little by surprise, Devon answered.  "Because she
wants to?" That drew a frosty look from his father.

   "Very funny, Devon - you know what I mean."

   "Yes, sir, I do; I'm sorry.  I simply agreed with Kendra when she said
Andrea needed our help.  And, might I point out I'm not responsible for her
finding out about the family?" Devon made it a point to look at his
daughter who, in turn, was examining the ceiling for some reason or
another.

   "You're right, son.  Well, Kenny?  Let's hear it."

   All eyes were on Kendra as she responded to her grandfather.  "She
needed love, I gave it to her.  She wanted to know why Adam and I are so
happy with each other, so I told her."

   "Not that I believe Andrea would broadcast her knowledge, but why did
you feel it necessary to involve her like this?"

   "She's family, my sister-in-law.  For that reason alone, I love her,
just as I love her brother." Straightening, Kendra held her head high; not
in defiance, but with the confidence bred into her.

   "I remember someone telling me a long time ago that it's all about the
family, love and happiness.  They also told me it is our place in life to
bring happiness to those of us; without it, love cannot grow, cannot be
strong.  I wonder who told me this?"

   Lorne nodded as Kendra's point scored.  "We've all told you this at one
time or another, as you well know.  Still, I'd like to know why."

   Kendra looked across the room to where Andrea and Devon sat hanging on
her every word.  "Because it was the right thing to do, it was what I was
born to do.  I am the result of the love you and Grandmother discovered all
those years ago.  You loved me, loved my parents and I am bound by this
love to spread it to those whom I love."

   "This is so," said Kymber.  "Lorne, darling, you didn't seem to have
much of a problem when it was my time to join the family.  I pray you're
not saying it was okay for you to do it then and wrong for Kendra to do it
now."

   Lorne emphatically shook his head.  "No, I'm not saying that at all; I
think you all understand this.  It's just a matter of us being, well, safe
from those who can't understand the way we are.  Take their parents, for
example."

   "What about them?" asked Adam.

   "They come from a different school of thought, Adam," answered Lorne. 
"Were they to discover what their children have gotten themselves into,
indeed, what they've done with each other, how do you think they'd feel
about them and us?"

   "Does it matter?" asked Kendra, all the while knowing it did.

   "Of course it does!" exclaimed Lorne.  "Do you have any idea what could
happen?"

   "As a matter of fact, I do," said Kendra; around the room, heads turned
as everyone present suddenly got the impression things were about to get
even more interesting.

   "Kenny, honey?" asked Ellie.  "What did you do?  Better yet, who did you
do it to this time?"

   "Oh, my God," breathed Andrea.  "Not my father!  Please, God, not him!"

   "Relax, Andrea; your father knows nothing about any of this."

   "My mother.  You got to my mother, didn't you?" Adam said, his voice
filled with a mixture of awe and flat-out astonishment.  "That's what took
you so long in getting back to the house!"

   "Oh, shit," Andrea exclaimed, realization dawning.

   Kendra shrugged, not feeling in the least bit guilty.  "She, too, wanted
to know.  After all, it wasn't so long ago she caught me and Andrea
together."

   Devon turned and looked at Andrea.  "That would explain why your mother
didn't have a stroke.  Remember?  You told me she didn't really seem to be
upset about it."

   "Yeah, it fits, doesn't it," Andrea offered.  "Mom was turned on by what
she stumbled onto.  Then, when Kenny went for my things, I'll bet Mom
cornered her and asked for an explanation."

   "I think it's safe to say she found Kendra's answer a bit more than she
expected," Etienne stated.

   Lorne raised his hand, taking back the floor.  "Well, this does make
thing rather interesting, doesn't it?  Allison wanted to know and, true to
your nature, you showed and told her.  Everything."

   "What else was I supposed to do?  Ignore her?  Act as if it never
happened?  Look, she's family, just like Adam, just like Kymber, just like
Andrea.  We've always lived by the rule that with the family, nothing is
held in secret.  We share everything; not only our bodies and our love, but
also the truth."

   Truth, fresh from his trip through Allison's soul, nodded in agreement
with Kendra, taking a seat in the center of the room.

   "You understand Allison will be paying us a visit, don't you?" asked
Ellie.

   "I expect so, Mom."

   "You also understand she's going to be asking a lot of questions we'll
have to answer?"

   "Yes, Mother."

   "Then you also understand once she finds out about these two," Ellie
said while nodding at Adam and Andrea, "She'll find out about everyone."

   "I understand this as well.  However, I'll ask again; if she's family,
does it matter?"

   "I am going to hope it doesn't," Lorne said solemnly.  "For all of our
sakes.  Kendra, despite all your good intentions, you may have jeopardized
our existence."

   "I understand, Grandfather - but I don't think so."

   "I hope to God you're right, child."

   Part VI, Chapter Four

   "What the hell am I doing here?" Allison asked herself, just seconds
after ringing the doorbell.  "I should be at the supermarket, not checking
up on my children." Twenty minutes earlier, Allison was in the car, headed
for the store to pick up a few items for dinner.

   Instead, she found herself standing in front of the place where her
children lived, ringing the doorbell.  She looked around the expansive
area, noticing how well-kept the land was and noting how right Adam was
when he said there was plenty of room for everyone.  Turning to her right,
Allison could see a larger house nestled into the hillside on the other
side of the lake.  Memory kicked in and Allison remembered Kendra
mentioning her grandparents' home overlooked the lake.

   Breaking the enchantment of the beauty surrounding her, Allison began to
lose her nerve and moved to step away from the door when it opened. 
Caught, Allison turned to find Andrea standing in the open doorway.

   "Mother?  What are you doing here?"

   With bravado she didn't feel, Allison looked into Andrea's eyes.  "What?
Can't I just drop in to visit my own children?  I know I didn't call, but I
just happened to be in the area - I was on my way to the market."

   Andrea stepped aside to admit her mother, puzzled.  "Oh, don't be silly,
Mom.  Of course you can!  We just didn't expect you." Not this early
anyway, Andrea silently added as she took her mother's coat and hung it in
a nearby closet.  "Come in, make yourself comfortable."

   Allison stepped from the foyer into the tastefully decorated living
room, her practiced eye noting how everything was well coordinated in
design and color.  Nothing flashy - just fine examples of good, if not a
little expensive, taste.

   "This is a lovely home, Andy," Allison said, sitting on one end of
sectional sofa.  "Must have cost them a pretty penny.

   "I suppose it did," Andrea replied taking a seat a couple of sections
down.  "I never bothered to ask Devon how much all of this cost."

   "His father is a famous doctor and inventor." Allison took in more of
the room, especially the large picture window overlooking - what else?  -
the lake.

   "I don't know how much it cost, but I do know Devon paid for this
himself, without his parent's help."

   Allison blinked.  "He did?  What does he do for a living?"

   "Research, like his father.  Some bioengineering stuff," Andrea
commented, all the while wondering when her mother was going to get to the
real point of her visit.

   "Hmm."

   "Would you like something to drink, Mom?  Coffee?  Juice?"

   "Some juice would be fine, thanks." Allison watched as her daughter
disappeared around a corner with some very confused emotions.  For probably
the first real time in her life, Allison was looking at her child as the
beautiful woman she'd become.  Allison felt a rush of warmth; if mother and
daughter never had anything in common, they did now.  Both had been loved
by the same woman.

   Allison took a deep breath, hoping to chase away the feelings creeping
up her spine, mildly surprised to now find herself thinking of Andrea in
sexual terms.  "That's not why you're here," she admonished herself.  Right
on time, too, because Andrea was returning with a glass of juice, which
Allison accepted gratefully.

   As her mother took a sip of the juice, Andrea was beside herself,
anxious to learn the reason for her mother's visit.  After Allison had put
the glass onto the coaster, Andrea finally spoke up.  "Mom?"

   "Yes, baby?"

   "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Inside, Andrea slapped
herself - this wasn't what she had wanted to ask!

   "Some other time, Andy.  Listen, there's something we need to talk
about. Is Adam here?"

   "I think so; let me check." Andrea did all she could not to run to the
intercom system.  Reaching the unit, she looked at the labels for a moment
before pressing one.  She was rewarded with a soft tone.

   "Yes?  Is that you Andy?" Kendra's voice sounded far away coming through
the tiny speaker.

   "Yep.  Listen, is Adam there?  My mother wants to talk to him."

   "Oh, is she on the phone?"

   "Not exactly.  She here, in the house." Andrea could imagine the looks
being exchanged on the other end of the intercom, barely containing her
amusement.

   Adam's voice floated through the wiring.  "Mom?  I'll be there in a few
minutes."

   Allison had joined her daughter at the intercom.  "Have to get dressed?"
she teased, surprising the hell out of Andrea.

   "No!  We're not where you are - our place is behind this one and it'll
take me a few minutes to walk up the hill.  See you in a few!" The
connection was broken with an audible click.

   "Their place?" Allison asked.  "I thought they stayed here."

   Andrea didn't answer.  Instead, she guided her mother through the dining
room and into kitchen, pointing to a medium-sized structure about a hundred
yards or so in the distance.  From there, she could see someone walking up
the hill.  "There's where they stay - wedding present from Devon and his
parents."

   "I'm impressed!" Allison admitted.  The building Adam had emerged from
was just the right size for a new or small family.  Like the rest of the
things she'd seen, it didn't appear to be overdone or outlandish.

   Andrea sat at the kitchen table, unable to contain herself.  Taking a
deep breath, she looked up at her mother.  "Mom, what do you want to talk
to us about?  Is Dad okay?"

   Allison turned to look at Andrea.  "Your father is his usual grouchy
self, but he's fine."

   "Then, what..."

   "All in good time.  Your brother's almost here."

   On cue, the patio door slid open; Andrea watched her brother step
through and close the door behind him.  He stood for a moment, taking in
the scene, trying to keep any worry from showing on his face.

   "Hey, Andy, Mom.  Is Dad okay?" Adam asked, going to his mother and
placing a kiss on her cheek.

   Allison smiled, suddenly feeling warm while embracing her son.  "Like I
told your sister, your father's okay.  No, I'm here for another reason."

   "And what might that be?" Adam asked, taking a seat opposite his sister
at the table.

   Allison also sat, positioning herself so she could see both of her
children, taking a few extra seconds to compose herself.  Suddenly, with
the two of them present, this wasn't going to be as easy as she originally
thought.  Finally, she spoke, breaking the silence while easing the tension
in the sunlit room.

   "Did you get everything you needed?"

   Andrea swallowed.  "Most of it.  What things I didn't get I'll pick up
in a few days, after Dale leaves for Norfolk."

   "I take it you've told him about your, ah, plans?"

   "Yes, and, needless to say, he didn't take it very well."

   "To say it was ugly was an understatement," added Adam.

   Allison sighed.  The moment of truth was fast approaching.  "I see. 
Well, you know you can count on me and your father if he gives you any
problems."

   "Thanks, Mom.  I filed the divorce petition yesterday; Devon's lawyer
says he'll have this settled in no time."

   Out of patience, Adam changed the course of the conversation.  "Okay,
Mom.  Now that we've got the small talk out of the way, you wanna tell us
what's really on your mind?"

   "You know, don't you?  About what's been going on." Andrea said, taking
the plunge.

   "I know what I've been told," Allison said gratefully.  "Is it true?"
Brother and sister looked at each other nervously.

   "No point in lying about it," Adam said quietly, reading the acceptance
in Andrea's eyes.  "Yes, it's true."

   "You fucked your sister," Allison said, more statement than question. 
Allison felt a peculiar thrill racing through her.

   "Yes, we've made love to each other.  I guess you'll want to know why."

   Allison relaxed a little.  "Actually, the 'why' is easy to figure out. I
mean, you're both young and all that."

   "I don't understand..." began Andrea, only to be silenced by a gesture
from her mother.

   "I wanted to know a few things.  One, if what Kendra told me was true
about the two of you and, two, if what she told me about this whole family
was true.  Then, I wanted to know how you two felt about it."

   "It's a hard thing to deal with, Mom," Adam said.  "On the one hand, it
feels so wrong because it goes against everything you and Dad ever taught
us.  Then again, it makes all the sense in the world.  I just don't have
the words to explain it." Beside him, Andrea nodded in agreement.

   Allison nodded as well.  "Kendra did a very good job of explaining it to
me."

   "I'll bet," said Andrea.

   "Meaning what?" Allison could feel a trickle of perspiration run down
her back.

   "Let's not play games, Mother," Andrea said, grinning.  "I'll bet
anything she explained it to you the same way she explained it to me."

   Allison flushed a deep crimson "I have to admit I've never been, well,
loved like that before."

   "It was really something, wasn't it?" Andrea asked, feeling the bond
between them connecting.

   "Like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life," admitted
Allison, feeling an exciting twinge in her crotch.

   "Kenny does have that 'something' about her, doesn't she?" chimed in
Adam.

   "She does, at that." At the table, heads turned in surprise at the new
voice which had entered the conversation.  Three pairs of astonished eyes
took in the sight of Lorne standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

   "Sorry to just walk in on you like this, but I was looking for Devon and
Ellie.  Mrs.  Harrison, it's good to see you again." Lorne took a seat at
the table, folding his hands.

   "You can call me Allison if I can call you Lorne," Allison said
smoothly, even though her heart was pounding in her chest.

   "Deal.  I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." Lorne looked
expectantly at each of them.

   "From what I've been told, you're a bit of a godhead around here."

   Lorne smiled.  "I wouldn't go that far."

   Allison turned to face Lorne, looking into his deep brown eyes. 
"Perhaps, but you are held in very high esteem by those around you."

   "I love my family, Allison and they love me."

   "No doubt," Allison agreed.  "Still, what you do with your family is
your business; including my children in this is something else."

   "I'm sure you know they made the choice freely," Lorne responded,
unruffled by the accusatory tone of Allison's voice.

   "So I've been made to understand.  How do you expect me to deal with
this?  Hell, we're not even going to talk about what could happen if Roger
found out about any of this."

   "As with everything in life, it's a risk we're all willing to take,"
Lorne said, shrugging his broad shoulders as if the consequences didn't
exist.

   "You state the obvious, sir.  This...  situation has some far reaching
implications, as I'm sure you know."

   "We live with them every day.  As long as we remain together, as a
family, we can survive.  We will survive."

   "May I ask you a question?"

   "Certainly."

   "Do you have a problem with my children being involved in all of this?"

   "Yes and no.  Yes because it is more of a risk to them than to us.  In
essence, we've asked them to take everything they ever learned about loving
and sexuality and through it all away.  Please keep in mind, this by no
means is meant to disrespect you or your husband."

   Allison dismissed Lorne's disclaimer with a wave of her hand.  "I
understand this.  So, why don't you have a problem with it?"

   Lorne stood, holding up a long finger.  "Just a moment, before I
answer." Crossing to the refrigerator, he withdrew a pitcher of the juice
Allison had been drinking, placing it on the table before going to the
cabinet and taking our some glasses.  After pouring everyone some
refreshment, he took his seat, savoring the cool tanginess of the juice.

   "Sorry, folks - got a little thirsty.  Okay, why I don't disagree. 
Allison, you've sampled our version of being loved; what did you think
about it?"

   Allison blushed hotly.  "It was intense and soothing all at once.  As
the kids used to say, it was a rush."

   Lorne nodded.  "Then you know why I don't object; everyone should
experience that kind of love.  Not just for the sex, mind you." Allison's
eyes flew open at Lorne's words.

   "That's it!" she exclaimed.  "It just wasn't about getting laid - it was
the way I felt with Kendra." Turning to her children, she added, "It's the
way you feel with each other."

   "Mom, I never realized how much I love Adam until the night we made
love. Yeah, I'll admit I was horny as hell, but it was more than that."

   "Mom, I was inside of Andrea and had never been so close to her," Adam
said, swallowing a lump which had magically appeared in his throat.  "It
wasn't just because we were making love; it was like we made a long overdue
connection with each other."

   Allison turned once again to look at the author of all this love and
happiness, tears now flowing freely and unashamedly.  "I think I understand
now.  I have only one question for all of you."

   "What's that, Mom?" Andrea and Adam asked in unison.

   "Where do I sign up?"

   "Mom," Adam said quietly.  "I think I speak for everyone here when I ask
if you're sure you want to involve yourself in this."

   "Why wouldn't I be sure?" Allison was clearly puzzled.  "I'm old enough
to make up my own mind!"

   "I don't think that's what Adam is asking, Allison," Lorne said.

   "You're right, Lorne.  Mom, do you understand this kind of loving makes
you, um, fair game for all of us?  I mean, you could wind up making love
with anyone.  Even me."

   Allison did, indeed, understand this.  In fact, she was already looking
forward to it.  "I know."

   "Why, Mom?" This from Andrea.  "You've got Dad..."

   "For the same reasons why you are in this, Andy.  I had a chance to
experience love on a level I've never known before.  I've never felt so
alive before in my life!  I still love your father, but I want to share the
love and happiness you've found with Lorne and his family.  Maybe I want to
make up for not letting you two do what would have happened naturally.  I
don't know!" Allison's frustration was beginning to show.

   "All I know is I want to be a part of this, if you'll allow me to."
Allison looked to Lorne for...  what?  Approval?  Understanding?

   "It's not up to me, Allison.  It is up to your children to decide. 
Adam, would you tell Devon to call me when he returns?" Lorne stood,
stretching.  To Allison, he said, "Whether you join us or not, I'm glad we
had this chance to talk." With that, he left Allison alone with her
children and, he suspected, some major decisions.

   "So now what?" Adam asked, watching his wife's grandfather leave.

   "Yeah, Mom.  What do we do now?"

   What indeed?

   Part VI, Chapter Five

   Lorne stood before the large bay window that overlooked the lake, his
mind troubled.  The fading sunlight glinted off metal for an instance as a
car traveled down the tree-lined drive on the far side of the lake. 
Nodding to himself, Lorne felt some of the pressure lift from his thoughts
as he recognized Allison Harrison's car as it turned into the flow of
traffic on the main road.

   Once the car was out of sight, Lorne once again turned his eyes to the
sprawling land before him.  Even though he'd seen this sight for years, it
never failed to fill him with a sense of awe.  Taking a moment, Lorne
thought about his humble beginnings and how his work at Carlton was
catapulted him to this level of living.  Sure enough, his inventions had
made him millions, enabling him to buy Carlton Pharmaceuticals, which
continued to do well under his brilliant, innovative guidance.

   Then there was his family.  Despite all the fame and riches, nothing
could replace the wealth a loving family such as his could provide. 
Etienne was a constant fixture in his life, as was Kymber.  Between them
they had given birth to a legacy of love beyond anything they could have
hoped for - hence the reason for his reflective mood.

   Turning away from the window, Lorne crossed the room, instinct guiding
him to his favorite place to think.  The plush recliner molded itself to
his contours as Lorne continued to ponder this latest event in their lives.

   "What do you suppose he's thinking about?"

   Etienne cast a glance at Kymber, who stood beside her before looking
back at her father.

   "I don't know," replied Eti, slowing shaking her head.  "I can't begin
to guess.  You have any thoughts?"

   Kymber took a moment to swipe a stray lock of red and silver hair from
her forehead before shrugging.  "Damned if I know.  I can't remember ever
seeing him this pensive before." Etienne nodded agreement.

   "Come on - let's find out what's on his mind." Eti led the way into the
family room, Kymber right behind her.  As they approached, Etienne took a
very close look at her father, her only true love, noting how the years
were starting to catch up to him.  Thick hair, once coal black, had given
way to thinning gray while his neatly trimmed beard and moustache was shot
through with more gray than black these day.  Still, she noted, his eyes
hadn't lost their fire, even though they now reflected some inner turmoil.

   "Whatever the problem is, it can't be as bad as you may think," Eti said
quietly.

   Startled, Lorne looked up.  "What?  Oh, hi."

   "Hi yourself, dearest," said Kymber sitting on one arm of the recliner
while Eti perched on the other.  "What's on your mind?"

   Lorne looked from wife to daughter before answering.  "I think we've got
a big problem."

   The announcement was delivered in Lorne's usual calm manner; however,
the effect it had on the women was anything but calm.

   "Problem?  What problem?" asked Eti, suddenly focused.

   "Come on, out with it!" Kymber urged, no less focused than her
step-daughter.

   Lorne took a deep breath.  "I just came from Devon's.  Guess who I found
there?" Both women exchanged baffled looks.

   "Okay, Dad.  We'll play your little game.  Who did you find at Devon's?"
Eti asked, clearly in no mood to play word games.

   "Allison Harrison."

   Kymber's face reflected her confusion, frowning so hard her eyebrows
almost came together.  "So?" she asked.  "Her children live there, right?
So why wouldn't she stop by to see them?"

   Lorne looked up at his wife, shaking his head.  "You don't understand,"
he said.

   "No kidding?" Eti said sarcastically.  "Why don't you enlighten us?"
Lorne cast a stony glance at his still very lovely daughter.

   "What you don't understand," he started, adjusting himself in the chair,
"Is what she was talking about with her children when I walked in." Looking
up at Kymber and Etienne, Lorne's voice dropped to a near whisper.  "She
knows about us...  all of us."

   Etienne could feel the jolt of surprise run down her spine; Kymber's
emerald green eyes widened.

   "Oh, shit," Kymber exclaimed, breaking the moment of silence which had
pervaded the room.  "Let me guess - Kendra." Lorne's exasperated look
provided the answer.

   "Before we get all bent out of shape, let me ask you something, Dad,"
Eti said, taming the rush of panic threatening to take over.

   "Go ahead."

   "I assume she's going to spill the beans, right?"

   "Worse than that, I'm afraid," Lorne replied.

   "I don't get it," Kymber confessed.  "If she's not going to go to the
authorities, then how..." Kymber's voice trailed off.

   "Dad, you don't mean...?"

   "Allison wants to be a part of this," Lorne said, ending the verbal
stalemate.

   Etienne rolled her eyes, letting out an explosive puff of breath.  "You
know," she started, getting up from the chair's arm and going over to the
sofa.  "If Kenny was still a little girl, I'd say she deserves a spanking."

   Kymber still didn't get it - and said so.  "So she wants to be loved
like the rest of us.  What's the big deal?" Before Lorne could answer, Eti
provided the answer.

   "Roger Harrison.  Sooner or later, the man is going to get very
suspicious when his wife starts spending more time over here and will want
to know why."

   If Kymber didn't understand the implications before, she did now.  "Oh,
fuck..."

   "Exactly," Lorne said, relieved they were all on the same page.  "He may
be a good man and all that, but if he ever finds out what's going on around
here, things are going to get interesting."

   "Has anyone ever told you that you've got a great knack for
understatement?" Kymber smiled wryly.  "'Interesting' is hardly the word
I'd use."

   * * *

   Half a county away, Roger Harrison was pacing between the living room
and kitchen, wondering what was keeping Allison so long.  Frustration
dogged his every step.

   "Send the woman to the store after a few things and she takes forever,"
he grumbled to himself, once more going to the front door and peering
outside for any signs of Allison's car.

   "Damn it!" Roger slammed the door in frustration, his pulse pounding in
his temples.  "Where the fuck is she?" Any further outbreaks were suspended
as Roger heard the sound of a car approaching.  Racing back to the door, he
flung it open just as Allison pulled into the driveway.  Seething with
anger, Roger waited until the garage door began to open before slamming the
front door closed, stomping off to the garage.  Allison was already out of
the car, getting bags out of the trunk by the time he arrived.

   "It's about time you got back!" Roger's angry voice exploded in the
enclosed space, startling Allison into dropping a bag, breaking something.

   "Jesus, Roger!" Allison exclaimed.  "Look at what you made me do!"

   "To hell with that!  Where have you been?  I though you were just going
to the market!"

   "As you can see," Allison said dryly, carefully picking up the dropped
bag, "I did go to the store."

   "For two hours?" Roger was incredulous.  "It couldn't have been that
crowded!"

   "It wasn't," Allison said, pushing her way past her husband.  God, she
hated him when he got like this!

   Roger followed his wife into the kitchen, determined to get to the
bottom of this.  "If the place wasn't crowded, what took you so fucking
long?"

   Allison had enough of the verbal abuse.  Slamming the bags down onto the
counter, she turned on Roger so fast he took a step backwards.  "If you
have to know," she started, her own anger flaring, "I went to see Adam and
Andrea.  Satisfied?"

   Roger blinked at the rebuke.  "You went over there?" he asked, spitting
out the words as if they had a bad taste.  "What the hell for?  You know I
don't like that Devon and his family!"

   "I don't give a fuck what you like, Roger.  I wanted to see my children,
so I went to see them.  You don't like it?  Too fucking bad.  Get out of my
way."

   "You're not going anywhere, woman.  Not until you tell me why you felt
it necessary to go over there."

   "Weren't you listening?  No, I can see you weren't - as usual." Allison
moved to her right, almost making it past Roger before he grabbed her arm.

   "Look," he said.  "I'm sorry, Allie.  I didn't mean to bite your head
off, but I don't like not knowing where you are.  And I really don't like
you going over there - those people are up to something and they've
involved our children."

   Allison's mood softened at the attempted apology; still, the battle had
been joined.  "Our children are there because they want to be - and they
are quite happy.  Besides," Allison said, wriggling out of his grasp. 
"What do you care?"

   "They're my children, too," Roger said lamely.  "I have the right to be
worried about them."

   "Then perhaps you should go over there and see them," Allison said.  "Or
pick up the phone and invite them over.  Or write them a letter."

   "Never!" Roger's response made him sound like a spoiled brat.

   "And, while I'm at it, if you didn't like Kendra's family, why didn't
you object to Kendra and Adam getting married?  You had the opportunity to
voice your opinion - and you didn't."

   Roger answered his wife with silence as she walked away, disappearing
into the garage.  As she returned with the last of the groceries, Roger was
still standing in the same place, with the same dumb look on his face.  In
that moment, Allison realized she didn't know who he was any longer.

   "The kids have invited me to spend the weekend with them."

   "What?"

   "You heard me, Roger."

   "Well, it's a good thing you told them no."

   Allison's head snapped around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.
"What makes you think I told them no?"

   "You did, didn't you?"

   "I most certainly did not.  I'm going."

   "Like hell you are!"

   It was Allison's turn to take several steps backwards as Roger
approached, his glare savage and menacing.  For a moment, Allison thought
Roger would actually hit her, something he never did.  Still, she held her
ground.

   "Like hell I am," came her defiant reply.  Roger stuck a shaking index
finger between them, making Allison blink.

   "You go over there, don't think about coming back here!  If you are
going to have dealings with that family, I don't want anything to do with
you!  Ever!"

   Allison shuddered - but not because of Roger's threat.  A cool, blanket
of calm descended upon Allison, deflecting the heat of her husband's anger.
"What do you have against these people, Roger?  They've done nothing to
you."

   Roger was, as they used to say back in the day, "feeling his Cheerios"
as he began pacing the room frantically.  "What to I have against them? 
They think they're all high and mighty!  They look down on us, throwing
their wealth into our faces like we're garbage!"

   "Where in the name of God did you get an idea like that?" Allison
couldn't believe what she was hearing.

   "Would they let me pay for the wedding?  No!  They as much said I
couldn't afford it!"

   "They said no such thing, honey," Allison said in her best soothing
voice.  "Besides, it's tradition for the bride's family to pay for the
wedding."

   "Fuck tradition!" Roger spat, his eyes wild and out of focus.  "They
just wanted to make us look like fools!"

   Tired of trying to reason with him, Allison left Roger standing in the
middle of the room, cursing and raving like a lunatic.  Going upstairs to
the bedroom they'd shared for so many years, Allison began to pack.  Even
with the distance between them, she could still hear him carrying on. 
Crossing to her dressing table, Allison caught a glimpse of her reflection
in the mirror as she selected the items needed for the weekend.  And came
to a decision.

   "Why just make it for the weekend?" Reason asked her.  "You heard what
he said - you go, you stay.  Why come back?"

   "Right or wrong, he's still my husband," she said to herself.  "My place
is with him, for better or worse." A loud crash came from the downstairs
area, followed by the sound of something breaking.

   "Then again," Allison muttered, "It might be safer if I give him some
time to cool off."

   "Good answer," agreed Reason.

   * * *

   A half hour later, Allison was all packed and ready to go, her bags
resting at her feet, ready for loading in the back of her car.  Roger's
rage continued; the dining room and most of the living room was in
shambles. Looking at the carnage, Allison found her troubled man sitting at
what was left of the wet bar, a glass of something in his trembling hands.

   "You decided to go didn't you, bitch?"

   "Yes.  You need some time to get your head screwed on right." She looked
around the wrecked memories of her life with Roger.  "And, I don't think
it's safe for me to stay here."

   "Whatever." Roger belted back his drink, feeling the alcohol burn his
throat raw.  "You just remember what I said - don't come back." Roger
looked up sharply at his wife, hurling the crystal tumbler in her
direction.

   "Go ahead, bitch!  Go running off to those rich, snotty bastards!  I
don't need you!  Get the fuck out!"

   Allison barely dodged the glass, which missed her head by mere inches,
shattering against the wall behind her and showering her with a spray of
lead crystal.  Tears sprung to her eyes, unable to figure out what had gone
wrong with Roger's mind.

   Opening her mouth to say goodbye, Allison thought better of it - Roger's
aim might improve.  Without a glance back, Allison loaded her bags quickly
and started the car.  As she waited for the garage door to open, she could
hear Roger screaming at the top of his lungs, rending her heart into little
pieces.  For a moment, she sat there, some instinct telling her to go to
him, to calm his anguish.

   And decided discretion was the better part of valor.  Shifting the car
into reverse, Allison backed out of the garage, taking a look at her home -
and somehow knowing she would never return.  A spattering of rain began to
fall, blurring the windshield.

   "You can still go back and make things right," something inside of
Allison said.  "Despite what he's said, you still love him." Allison sat in
the middle of the street, hesitating for only a moment.  The only sounds
around her were those of the car's engine and the flip-flop of the wiper
blades before another sound crashed into the relative silence.

   A loud sound...

   Part VI, Chapter Six

   "And we commend the soul of our departed brother, Roger Allan Harrison,
into your care.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." The minister's voice
droned until, finally, the service came to an end.  Kendra watched, her
hazel eyes overflowing with tears, as one by one, family members laid
flowers across the top of the coffin.

   Adam stood beside her, his face expressionless as he placed the red and
white-laced carnation on the wooden lid.  Kendra knew the anguish her
husband was feeling on the inside.  To Adam's far right stood Andrea, her
face showing the emotions Adam chose to conceal.  Andrea supported her
mother, who seemed as emotionless as Adam as the rest of the family passed
by, paying their last respects and placing a single white carnation on the
casket.

   Allison was barely aware of the people speaking to her, voicing their
condolences and sorrow over such a terrible event in her life.  In the
deepest reaches of her mind, Allison struggled to determine why Roger had
chosen to end his life.  Surely things hadn't been so bad to warrant such
an action.

   She sighed, wishing Roger had lived long enough to answer the question.
As the rain continued to fall from gray, overcast skies, Allison's thoughts
flashed back to those last moments.

   * * *

   The gunshot echoed through the development as Allison threw the car back
into park, fumbling with the door handle.  The damned thing refused to
cooperate as Allison's panic took hold.  With mounting frustration, she
pounded the steering wheel before taking a moment to collect herself.  That
done, she managed to escape from the vehicle's confines, running toward the
still-open garage.  On the fringe of her vision, she could see her
neighbors approaching, roused by the disturbance.

   Allison crashed through the entrance to the house, instinct guiding her
to Roger's last known location.  She glanced into the dining room briefly
before heading toward the living room.  She nearly fell over in her haste
to stop, the gruesome scene unfolding before her, a scream escaping her.

   "NOOOOOOO!  ROGGGERRRR!"

   Roger sat at the foot of the bar, his chest covered in an endless river
of blood.  Upon hearing Allison's voice, he looked up, his face graying
with the shock from the bullet wound or the loss of so much blood - Allison
didn't know which and, frankly, didn't give a damn.

   "You...  you came, um, back," Roger managed to say between gasps of
air.r He winced as another bolt of pain ripped through him.  Despite
himself, Roger tried to sit up as Allison rushed to his side.

   "Oh, baby!  Why?  Why did you do this?" Allison wailed.  Behind her, she
could hear someone yelling about calling the police and an ambulance, even
though she could hear sirens in the distance.

   Roger's breathing became raspy and he coughed, sending more waves of
pain through his shattered chest, blood foaming from his parted lips.  His
eyes closed and Allison shook him.

   "Oh, God, oh Jesus!  WHY?" Allison knew her husband was quickly fading,
his skin cold and clammy.  "Answer me, damn you!  ANSWER ME!"

   Instead, Roger looked at Allison, trying to focus eyes which refused to
cooperate with him.  Another cough wracked him; years of manners caused him
to cover his mouth with one blood-covered hand.  Returning his gaze upon
his wife, Roger smiled.  "Hi," he said weakly.

   Tears cascaded along Allison's face.  "Hi.  Baby, why did you do this?"
Her whole body shook with the effort to control the panic which has taken
roost in her heart and soul.

   "For...  you.  Couldn't stand living without you."

   "Me?  Oh, dear God...  Roger?  ROGER!"

   Roger's head snapped up, his eyes blinking.  "Huh?"

   "Baby, I would have been back after you calmed down - you didn't have to
do this!"

   "Maybe.  Allie?"

   "What?"

   "What's that over there?" Roger pointed over Allison's right shoulder.
Instinctively, she turned to look, realizing too late Roger had pulled the
oldest trick in the book on her.  As her head snapped back around, she saw
the silver-plated .32 caliber pistol in Roger's hand.

   "Be happy, Allison," Roger whispered, placing the little handgun to his
head and pulling the trigger, spraying Allison with a ghastly shower of
blood, bone and brains.

   "ROOOOOOGGGGGGGERRRR!!!!" Allison screamed forever, not feeling the
hands of the police trying to pull her away.  Nor did she hear the
questions of the paramedic, who was asking her if she was hurt.  The last
thing Allison remembered was the other paramedic covering her Roger's
lifeless body with a blanket, shaking his head, as the inevitable darkness
grabbed Allison and pulled her into its embrace.

   * * *

   "Allison?"

   Allison blinked away the haze of remembering, looking into Lorne
Williams' face.  It took her a few seconds to compose herself.  "Oh, I'm
sorry Lorne.  My mind's a million miles away.  Did you say something?"

   Lorne gave Allison a nod of understanding.  "I was asking if there's
anything else we can do for you."

   Allison took Lorne's strong hand in hers.  "I don't know right now. 
Lord, so much has happened over the last few days, I just can't think
straight."

   "I understand," Lorne said.  "Listen, why don't you come back to the
house with us?" He didn't need to add the fact there was nothing at home
for her.

   "I couldn't..." Allison protested weakly.  "I've got to finish cleaning
up..." Tears welled into her eyes, spilling onto her cheek.

   "Mom, come home with us," Andrea said.  "We can get someone to clean up
for you.  Please?"

   "Yeah, Mom," Adam added.  "There's no point in going back there."

   Allison shook off the hands unnecessarily supporting her, taking a much
needed deep breath.  "Okay, okay.  I'll come with you.  But only for a
little while."

   "That's fine, Allison," Kymber said, taking the other woman's hand. 
"Come on, let's get out of the rain." Kymber and Eti led Allison to the
waiting limo, with Andrea and Kendra right behind them.

   The rain continued to fall as one of the cemetery's caretakers moved in
and flipped a lever.  Lorne, Devon, and Adam watched quietly as Roger
Harrison's coffin was slowly lowered into the open grave, each man lost in
private thoughts.  Finally, the coffin disappeared and the caretakers
removed the green tarpaulin from the mound of dirt as the lid to the vault
was lowered, sealing the casket for eternity.

   "You okay, Adam?" asked Devon, shuddering as the lid clunked home.

   "Yeah, I suppose," Adam answered hollowly.  "Devon?"

   "Yes, son?"

   "Why do you think he did it?" Adam asked, turning to follow a departing
Lorne.

   Devon dropped into step beside his son-in-law, wishing he could say
something which would ease the younger man's sorrow.  "I don't know, Adam.
All I know is what your mother told us."

   Adam nodded absently.  "They were arguing about Mom coming over to see
us.  She said it was hard to believe he'd get so upset over it." Adam
looked up into the steady rain, the water stinging his face.

   "Parents argue," Devon said.  "That isn't what bothers me, though."

   "I know," agreed Adam.  "It's what my father had to say about you -
about us.  Mom said Dad wasn't very fond of the family."

   "I can't imagine why," Devon allowed, shaking the excess water from him
before getting into the car.  "We've never done or said anything to anger
him." Lorne signaled the driver, who put the limo in gear and rolled off.

   "Well, now that I remember it, he wasn't really all that thrilled when I
told him I was going to marry Kenny."

   "No, he wasn't, was he?" Lorne, like everyone else in the family, was
trying hard to learn why Roger Harrison killed himself.

   "Yeah, but I didn't find anything wrong with that," said Devon.  "Adam
said he was very overprotective."

   "Mom said he was upset over the fact that you wouldn't let him pay for
the wedding - stuff like that."

   "It wasn't like it was a lot of money," Lorne commented.  "Besides, the
bride's family..."

   "Is supposed to pay for the wedding," Adam finished.  "I know that.  So
do you." Adam looked out the window at the driving rain as it splattered
against the car.

   "So did my father.  The only thing I can figure he was envious of the
wealth you represented."

   "Huh?" Devon said, not understanding at all.  "What does money have to
do with it?"

   Lorne, on the other hand, understood.  "Dev, you have to remember
something.  Roger Harrison worked all of his life providing for his
family."

   "Yeah?  So?"

   Lorne shook his head.  "Son, the man worked hard for everything.  Double
shifts, weekends.  Always on the road." Lorne paused for a moment,
gathering his thoughts.

   "Imagine how he must have felt.  His only son meets a girl and falls in
love with her.  Finds out her parents and grandparents are not only famous,
but loaded to boot."

   "My father always saw himself as king of his castle," Adam supplied.

   "That's right," agreed Lorne.  "Then we unwittingly come along, showing
him his castle looked like an outhouse compared to the splendor we live
in."

   "Are you telling me it wasn't us he hated?  It was what we represented?"
Devon couldn't believe it.

   Lorne and Adam both nodded.  "In his eyes, we were doing things for his
family he could never do.  Doesn't mean his heart wasn't in the right
place, mind you; he wanted to do these things but, you can imagine how
tough it is when your heart and your finances don't agree."

   It was Adam's turn to look a little mystified.  "But, my father knew I
wasn't marrying Kenny for her money.  Or whatever."

   "Of course he knew it," Lorne said.  "Didn't mean he agreed with it. 
His mind was made up, Adam."

   "Then, to make matters worse, you show up at his house, pregnant wife in
hand and still living on the grounds with us.  For a self made man like
your father, it was unheard of."

   Adam was beginning to see the big picture.  "That would explain why he
was always harping about me getting my own place for me and Kenny instead
of staying where we were."

   "Right.  Now, to add more fuel to the fire.  You and Kenny leave and
take his only daughter with you.  Then he finds out later she's not coming
back and, for added measure, she's going to divorce her husband and stay
with us."

   Adam jumped up, hitting his head on the roof of the car, causing the
driver to glance in his rear-view mirror.

   "Ow!  Damn it!" Adam said, rubbing the top of his head.  As the moment
of pain passed, Adam continued his thought.  "My father hated Dale.  He
knew how badly he was treating Andrea, practically turning her into a
slave."

   "That may be true.  But, look at the differences here," Lorne said as
the limo made a left turn onto the drive leading to Devon's house.  "Dale
was a lot like him."

   "What are you saying?" Adam asked, his voice low.  Lorne waved him off.

   "You didn't let me finish, Adam.  I was going to say that Dale, like
your father, worked hard for everything.  House, cars, furnishings and the
like.  Roger may have thought Dale was a snake in the grass, but at least
he was doing things on his own."

   "Like I wasn't?"

   "Ah!" exclaimed Devon.  "You know you were and we knew it.  Your father
just didn't want to listen."

   The limo stopped in front of the house and the men climbed out, dashing
across the short distance to the door.  Once inside, each shed their wet
overcoats; Devon led them to the dining room, offering to fix drinks.  That
done, they returned to their conversation.

   "Imagine, if you will," Lorne said after sipping his drink, "How much he
must have resented us.  To him, we'd stolen his children."

   "Then, it looked like we were stealing his wife when she announced
spending the weekend with us." Devon added.

   "But, that wasn't the case." exclaimed Adam.  "Mom was just coming over
to spend some time with us.  Why couldn't he see that?"

   "We'll never know, Adam." Lorne said.

   Part VI, Chapter Seven

   In Adam's living room, a couple of hundred yards away from the main
house, Kendra and Andrea were making Allison comfortable.  Well, as
comfortable as she'd let them.  During the silent ride from the cemetery,
Allison had come to the same conclusion the men had come to.  The
revelation rocked her to the foundation of her soul.

   "So stubborn," she muttered, causing the other women in the room to look
at her.

   "Who?" asked Ellie as she passed Allison a cup of coffee, generously
laced with a dollop of brandy.

   Allison took the proffered cup, smiling for the first time in a long
time.  "Roger.  The man just refused to see the truth of things.  No wonder
it haunted him all this time."

   The women of the Williams family, along with Andrea, looked at each
other, not understanding what Allison was talking about.

   "Mom?  Are you okay?" Andrea didn't even try to hide the concern in her
voice.

   "Of course I am, darling." Allison sipped at her coffee, feeling the
brandy's warmth coursing through her.  "But," she added, "I've got more
decisions to make."

   "Like?" asked Ellie, sitting next to Allison.

   "Like, do I want to go back to that house.  It'll be so empty and lonely
with Roger gone." Allison stifled a sob which threatened to escape.

   Kendra went to her mother-in-law, taking the older woman's hands in her.
"This might be the wrong time to suggest this, but..."

   "But what, honey?"

   Kenny looked around at the other women in the room before answering, her
eyes meeting and locking onto theirs for a moment.  "You can always stay
with us."

   "Kendra!" Etienne said reproachfully.  "What are you saying, child?"

   "Nothing, Grandmother.  Except she's welcome to stay with us, that's
all. Why should she go back to her house?  It's only going to bring back a
lot of bad memories."

   "She's got a point there, Mom," said Ellie, taking her daughter's side.

   "Kendra," Kymber said quietly.  "Now's not the time for Allison to make
such a decision." Eti nodded vigorously in agreement.

   Undaunted, Kendra locked her odd-colored eyes with Allison's, letting
love and warmth flow from her soul, hoping the other woman could feel it.
"No better time than the present.  What about it, Mom?  Will you stay?"

   "I've already imposed upon you enough, dear heart.  I've been here all
week and it's time for me to put things back in order."

   "Yeah," Andrea scowled.  "The house is a mess, everything broken to
pieces." She laughed.  "Oh, and not to mention the chalk on the floor and
Dad's brains and blood everywhere.  Yeah, I'd want to go back into that
shit."

   "Andrea!" Kymber admonished, feeling a sudden urge to slap the younger
woman silly for being so disrespectful.

   "No, Kymber.  Let her finish," said Allison, carefully setting the
coffee cup on the table.  "Let her get it out of her system."

   Pent up grief flowed from every pore of Andrea's being.  "What have you
got left?  Huh?  Me and Adam, that's what!  You need to listen to Kenny and
take her advice, Mom - stay with us.  Put all this dumb shit behind you and
get on with your fucking life!"

   "Andrea, your father loved me very much..."

   "Did he?  If he loved you so much, why did blow his fucking brains all
over the place?  Why?  This is bullshit!" Andrea was red-faced with
exertion, practically walking around in circles, waving her hands in the
air.

   "Mom, I don't mean to sound disrespectful or diss everything you and
Daddy built together.  But, damn, he started acting strange ever since Adam
brought Kendra home.  He just couldn't let things flow, could he?  No, he
had to go stirring up a bunch of shit.  And for what?  Not one mother
fucking thing."

   "I know, Andy.  Please baby, sit down before you pass out or something.
All this yelling isn't going to make you feel any better about this."

   "I agree with your mother," Eti said, clearly disturbed over Andrea's
emotional outburst.  "Sit down and take a few deep breaths."

   Wearily, Andrea plopped down into a nearby chair, her eyes still
wild-looking but becoming clearer by the second.  "I'm okay - I think. 
Mom, I'm so sorry..." Andrea covered her face, weeping openly.

   Allison went to her daughter, taking the sobbing woman into her arms. 
"I know, baby.  I really do know.  There, there.  It's going to be okay."
As she comforted Andrea, she turned to Kendra, capturing Ellie, Kymber and
Etienne in her gaze.

   "I'll stay, if it's all the same to you.  My children need me, now more
than ever."

   "No problem, Allison," said Ellie, joining the older woman at Andrea's
side.  She offered a hand, which Allison took.  Turning, she looked towards
the rest of the women, offering her free hand.

   One by one, they joined hands, all now sobbing openly, purging the grief
from their souls.

   Part VI, Chapter Eight

   Pressure, friction, motion, anxiety, calm.  One moment, fullness, the
next, emptiness.  Allison Harrison experienced all these sensations as the
hard penis invaded her body again, restoring the feeling of fullness.  She
held her breath as her weight nearly doubled, pressed into the firm but
yielding mattress as the man above her increased his movement inside her.
Wet, slurping sounds mingled with their breathing adding their special
arousal factors to the heavy, heady scents generated during lovemaking.

   Allison sighed with contentment as the thick, hard cock filled her
completely, feeling the engorged head collide with the entrance of her
womb. The man's mouth captured an erect nipple, sending another pleasurable
sensation through her to be added to those already present.  The older
woman added her own movements to those of the man, thrusting her hips
upward to meet his, causing him to grunt in appreciation.

   The man's strokes were getting longer and faster, the force of his body
meeting hers caused her full breasts to move in perfect counterpoint to his
thrusts.  Allison lifted her legs higher, to give the man greater access to
her sweltering sex.  "Oh, yeah," she thought.  "He's gonna blow...!" Her
senses were becoming overloaded, her body literally rebounding from the
bedding, only to be met by the man's savage thrusts, their bodies slapping
together wetly.

   More friction, the woman felt more heat as she felt a very familiar
tingling.  A deep thrust by the man, causing the tingling to increase
twofold.  Another long, deep, thrust - the feeling quadrupled and her eyes
closed tightly in anticipation of what was to happen next.

   The man's strokes, once sure and steady, were becoming erratic as his
thick tool grew larger inside her.  Her own sex was already contracting
sporadically, sending rippling waves of moist flesh against the smooth
hardness inside her.  A white hot, intense explosion ripped through her,
causing her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on the invading meat. 
Darkness also clamped down on her, her breathing barely noticeable.  Then
she felt the first spurts of the man's seed, hot and sticky inside her. 
Allison floated on the edge of consciousness as the man hammered his
spurting cock into her as if he could get further intoher body.  The
frantic pounding sensation triggered another release somewhere deep inside
her, further pushing down the veil of darkness, causing her to shake as if
electrocuted.

   Allison could hear a low keening - his?  - as she clamped down on the
man's shaft with her overheated sex repeatedly.  Another contraction, a
splash of juices to mix with his as, finally, the intensity began to
subside, leaving her with a drained, tingly feeling.  The man's last spurts
of semen flowed into her as he collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

   "A'int that 'bout a bitch?" Allison asked as Adam rolled to one side,
panting heavily.  Allison looked at her son with a brand new appreciation,
feeling his seed trickling along the crack of her ass, warm and sticky. 
Even though she felt strangely empty now, the feeling was overwritten by
the near overwhelming warmth left behind by their love.

   It was the climax of the most unforgettable night in Allison's life. 
Beside her, Devon continued to pound his way into Kendra, oblivious to
those around them.

   "What's a bitch, Mom?" Adam asked, propping himself up on one elbow,
toying with Allison's nipple.

   Allison squirmed deliciously under Adam's touch, delighting in the warm
feelings he produced.  "Look at me, in here fucking like a young girl
again. And fucking my own son!"

   "Mom, you were wonderful," Adam said truthfully.

   "You think so?" Allison had been worried about not pleasing Adam.

   "Shit, I know so!  You might be, ah, older, but you haven't lost
anything!"

   "Oh, you're just saying that to make an old woman feel good," Allison
said, feeling her face flush.

   "Perhaps you need a second opinion," asked Devon, moving between
Allison's parted legs, his cock waving before him.  Before Allison could
utter a protest, Devon slid into Allison's warmth easily, filling her
completely.

   "Oh, my!" she exclaimed as Devon settled into a steady rhythm.  Allison
reached down and pulled Devon further into her, feeling the younger man's
buttocks flex powerfully with each thrust.

   Devon smiled at Adam.  "You're right, son - this is some good pussy!"
Adam laughed, looking around the room for the others.

   He found Andrea and Kymber locked in a vicious 69, each woman going at
the other like it was their last meal.  Not far from them, Ellie was riding
Lorne's maleness, cursing like a sailor while Etienne rode Lorne's mouth
into orgasm after orgasm.  Adam rolled off the bed, hurriedly rounding it
in order to get to his wife, who had suddenly found herself unfilled.  Adam
fell into Kendra's welcoming embrace, his cock finding her center.

   Kendra sighed as her husband filled her with his very familiar
thickness, their bodies meshing together as they had over the years.  "Oh,
yeah, baby!  Fill my cunt with honey!  Fuck me, Adam!"

   Adam replied by withdrawing a little, the crown of his erection nestled
just inside Kenny's quivery folds, before plunging into her, causing her to
grunt with the impact.

   "Ugh!  Shit, yeah!  That's it, baby.  Ride my ass!  Tear it up, Adam! 
Ooooh!  You son-of-a-bitch!  Yeah, yeah!  Feels so damned good!"

   Adam smiled - Kenny was off and running again.  He looked up into
another pair of eyes that had been quietly watching the whole thing.  His
smile grew wider.

   "How are you doing, sweetheart?" Adam asked the watcher.

   "Fine, Daddy.  You're not hurting Mommy, are you?"

   Adam and Kendra both looked at their nine-year old daughter, Samantha.
"No, baby," Kendra answered, feeling Adam deep inside her.  "Daddy's not
hurting me.  In fact, he's making me feel good."

   Samantha looked around at the sexual carnage taking place around her,
her eyes wide.  "Oh.  Then Grandpa is making great-grandma feel good, too?"
She nodded at Devon and Allison.

   "He sure is, Sam," Adam said, the first spurt of his seed surging into
his beloved Kendra.

   The youngster pouted.  "How come nobody's making me feel good?" She
looked at her father as he plopped out of Kendra's wet - and sloppy -
embrace.  He gathered Sam into his arms.

   "All in good time, baby," Kendra said.  "Do you want me to make you feel
good?"

   "Yeah," Samantha said, continuing to pout.  "I like it when you make me
feel good down there.  But..."

   "But, what, Sam?"

   "How come Daddy won't put his thing in me?" the youngster asked,
pointing at Adam's shrinking manhood.  It was all Adam could do not to
laugh.

   "Because you're not quite ready for Daddy yet."

   "Am too!"

   Kendra laughed, remembering the time she had the same argument with her
own mother over the very same thing.  "You think so?"

   Samantha looked at her mother with a challenging look.  "Uh huh.  If you
can do it, so can I."

   "Well," Adam said.  "Daddy's not quite ready to put, ah, my thing in you
right now."

   "I know - it takes a little while for it to rest, right?"

   "Right you are!" Adam said, watching Samantha beam at getting the right
answer.

   While Adam was engrossed with his conversation with Samantha, Kendra
slid off the bed, going over to where the other participants sat, taking a
seat on the floor next to her mother.

   Ellie turned and stroked Kendra's hair.  "Does she remind you of
anyone?"

   Kendra smiled at her mother, hearing the others with her chuckle. 
"Yeah, well, you made me wait until I was 13 before I got a piece of
Daddy."

   "Time's change, Kenny," Lorne said.  To Eti and Kymber, he said, "Kids
grow up so fast, don't they?"

   Allison also laughed, toying with Andrea's nipple.  "You're telling me,"
she agreed.  "One day they're so cute and precious, the next they're
screwing your brains out."

   Andrea looked over at Devon, absently fingering the set of rings on her
finger.  She and Devon had been married only a couple of years, but what a
couple of years it had been.

   * * *

   "Well?  Will you?" Andrea waited patiently for her question to be
answered, coming down off the orgasmic high she'd just experienced.

   "Will I what?" asked Ellie.

   "Will you be upset if I ask Devon to marry me?"

   Ellie was exasperated.  "Andy, how many times do I have to tell you? 
No, I won't be upset!  There!  Are you happy?"

   "I just don't want you to be upset, that's all.  I know how you feel
about him."

   Ellie reach out, touching Andrea's breast, watching her nipple grow
erect and inviting.  Bending her head, Ellie's tongue flashing out wetly,
teasing the now-firm nipple, causing Andrea to shiver.

   "Oh, no!  Not again - I can't take any more!" Andrea protested as Ellie
melted into her arms.  Their lips met and Andrea could feel Ellie's tongue
roaming around in her mouth, feeling her passion returning.  Her back
arched to meet Ellie's thrusts, their pubic mounds grinding together
deliciously.  Andrea winced slightly as Ellie latched onto the tender flesh
of her neck, feeling the welt beginning to rise.

   "Hmm, you taste so good," Ellie whispered, basking in the warmth their
bodies created.  She let her tongue trail wetly over Andrea's throat,
savoring the taste.

   "Oh, Ellie," moaned Andrea, feeling the other woman's fingers probing
her outer labia.  "I can't do this again..."

   "Of course you can - and I'll tell you why," Ellie cooed, finding
Andrea's clitoris and manipulating it into hardness with her fingers.

   "Why?" Andrea gasped, her whole body melting under Ellie's expert touch.

   "Because I love doing this to you, for one.  Two, I'm horny.  Three..."
she said, slipping a finger into Andrea's wetness.  "It's the only way I'll
let you marry my brother." Another gasp escaped from Andrea as Ellie's
fingers worked their magic on her, sweeping her into Passion's wake.

   "I love Devon, Andrea," Ellie said, rubbing her thumb across Andrea's
exposed clit.  "I'd do anything to see him happy, even if it means marrying
you."

   Andrea's squirming increased under Ellie's touch, the beginning of yet
another orgasm making its presence felt along her nerves.  Andrea's back
continued to arch, lifting her ass off the bed.  "Ooooh, please, don't
stop."

   Ellie's tongue began a slick journey down Andrea's body, sucking each
nipple into tense erection before leaving a wake of wetness along Andrea's
ample cleavage.  Ellie's tongue beat a rapid tattoo in and around Andrea's
navel, raising the heat, increasing their mutual desire.

   "No..." Andrea pleaded.

   "Too late, my dear Andy," Ellie husked, her breath hot against Andrea's
flesh.  "I'm going to eat you alive!  Call it an early wedding present..."

   * * *

   Andrea's body shivered involuntarily, remembering the dizzying heights
Ellie had taken her.  She had spoken to Devon alone, putting a twist on the
ages-old tradition by proposing to him.  Her heart had been in her throat
as her love pondered the question, finally agreeing to become her husband.

   Andrea chuckled softly to herself, also remembering the intense sexual
activity that followed their announcement.  Hell, she couldn't walk without
it hurting for a week.  A gasp from across the room broke through Andrea's
reminiscing and she looked up to see her niece's head bobbing like a cork,
her young face stuffed with man meat.

   The room grew quiet as Samantha sucked her father into hardness, her
small mouth barely accommodating the enormous bulb of his cock, two hands
grasping the hardening shaft, massaging it in time with the motion of her
tongue.

   Adam was taking great care not to move while Samantha worked on him,
watching her head bobbing through half-closed eyes.  Within minutes, his
cock was fully erect and he disengaged his daughter.

   "No, I wasn't finished!" Sam protested, feeling her father lift and turn
her.  Seconds later, she was being tickled in that wonderful place by her
father's moustache, momentarily forgetting her disappointment.  Samantha
giggled happily as Adam's tongue wormed its way along her growing bud, the
tip lodging inside her snatch.

   "That tickles!" Sam said between giggles, causing the other adults to
chuckle themselves.

   "Are you okay, hon?" Kendra asked, running her fingers along Sam's
developing body.

   "Oh, yes!  I'm fine, thank you!"

   Adam was losing himself in Samantha's young, fresh taste, feeling the
young girl wriggling her bottom onto his face as she experienced her
version of an intense orgasm.  Continuing to giggle, Samantha turned to
face her father.

   "I'm ready now," she announced to everyone, the giggles continuing to
flow from her.  Around the room, the assembled adults found Samantha's
delight contagious as smiles spread on their collective faces.

   "Okay, Sam," Adam said, starting to get up.  Samantha place a small hand
on his chest.

   "No, I wanna get on it, just like Grandma Eti did," Sam announced,
looking toward Etienne, who nodded approval.

   "As you wish, Princess," Adam conceded, lying back and awaiting.

   Samantha positioned her tiny orifice just above her father's cock, her
face a study in concentration.  Beside her, Kendra spoke quietly. 
"Remember honey, try to take it easy.  This is going to hurt, but it'll go
away."

   Sam nodded, squeezing her eyes shut just before plunging herself onto
her father's sword.  Her eyes grew wide as the spongy head lodged itself
into her slit - and stopped!

   "Awww," complained Samantha.  "It won't go in!" Hearing her daughter's
plight, Kendra's eyes searched the room until she found what she was
looking for.

   "Don't move, Sam; I'll be right back." Kenny jumped off the bed,
retrieved something off the dressing table, and returned to the bed.  A few
seconds later, Adam could feel the cool slickness of a lubricant being
applied to his maleness, hearing Samantha's startled gasp as the same lube
was introduced to her.

   "Now try it, Sam," Kendra said.  "But, be careful honey - this stuff is
pretty slippery."

   Sam acknowledged her mother's warning with a nod.  Once again, her face
took on an almost adult-like seriousness as she positioned herself over her
father.  "One, two, THREE!" Samantha plunged herself downward as hard as
she could.

   Samantha's gasp was lost in the gasps of the adults as Adam's shaft
vanished inside of the youngster as far as her young body could take it.

   "OH, MY!" Samantha cried out, feeling her hymen tear and Adam's cock
filling her.  Sam's body trembled at the unexpected invasion, causing
everyone to move toward her, concern written on their faces.  Frantically,
Sam waved her hand.

   "No, don't!  I'm okay!  Mom?

   "Yes, honey?" Kendra answered, concern lacing her voice.

   "You were right - that stuff is slippery!  And, you know what?"

   "What, darling?" Kendra relaxed upon hearing Samantha's happiness.

   "Daddy does feel good inside me, just like you said!"

   "I'm glad, Sam." Turning to Adam, Kendra kissed him.  "Congratulations,
darling!  You've made Sam a woman.  Now, finish the job, lover - fill her
with love!"

   "My pleasure," Adam said.  Holding Sam's slender hips in place, he began
fucking into Samantha slowly and carefully, allowing his little girl to
enjoy the loving at an easy pace.

   The excitement of the moment, combined with his previous exertions and
Samantha's very tight canal, was too much for Adam as he exploded inside of
his daughter.

   "Hey!  I can feel it!" Sam said happily, leaning forward as far as she
could to hug her father.  "I can feel your stuff in me!"

   Allison watched the whole moment in awe.  Turning to Lorne, she asked,
"Is this some kind of ceremony?  Like a rite of passage?"

   Lorne looked at Allison, smiling.  "Sort of.  What do you think?"

   Allison's face softened.  "Even after making love with my children for
the first time, I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful." She
tilted her head up, her lips meeting with Lorne's.  "And, I have you to
thank."

   "Me?  What did I do?"

   "You let Etienne have her way with you.  Just think; had she not been so
bold back then, none of this would have taken place."

   "I suppose you're right," Lorne said, watching Samantha gingerly remove
herself from Adam's spent cock before collapsing into his waiting arms.

   "I love you, Daddy!" Samantha said, snuggled against her father's chest.

   "I love you, too, Sam," Adam said, as the rest of the family crowded
onto the bed, surrounding the newest of the breed with their love.

   Finis?