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 Jason.

   ***

   By Timberwolf.

   MF, Mg, MF+, Mg+, Fg, gg, ggg, inc, low level violence.

   The usual disclaimers apply.  Too young - go away.  Don't like what
you're reading - go away.

   The Author does not condone child abuse in any form.

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   Chapter One.

   ***

   I was seventeen when my little sister Mari and her best friend Trina
caught me masturbating in my room one afternoon.  I'd been playing with
myself since I was ten, and masturbating to ejaculation since I was twelve
and a half.  My sister Mari and her friend Trina were eleven at that time,
a pair of skinny preteens who pretended to be grown up, but were still two
little kids with an attitude.

   At seventeen, I was constantly horny.  Mom raised us by herself, and,
although she wasn't a raving beauty, she was slim and she had a nice
figure. I'd seen her naked a few times in the bath when she called out to
me to wash her back, and her hairy bush and sagging round tits with their
hard dark nipples were the most exciting things I'd ever seen.  Mom was the
main focus of my nightly passions, but being a virgin, I didn't know about
the mechanics of sex as we didn't have a computer as all my friends did, so
I couldn't surf the net for porno's to watch.

   All my sex education was the dry lectures at school, and the imaginary
blown-out-of-proportion tales my friends told me about their escapades with
the local girls.

   Jacob Lexter, who was seventeen also, was the only one of my friends who
had gone all the way with a girl, but he never talked about his
experiences. Don't ask me how we knew, we just did.  It might have been the
way he handled himself around girls and older women, I suppose.  He'd just
smile and change the subject when we'd ask him what it was like.  "You'll
find out for yourselves one day," was all he'd say.

   Jacob was a quiet guy, never saying much.  He was just a shy guy,
really, but the girls always went gaga over him.  He was tall, had wide
shoulders, muscles, and classic good looks that made him look like a movie
star.  All of us guys were jealous of him, but he never seemed to notice
the effect he had on the girls that made them wet themselves when he'd look
at them.

   Plus, we never knew why he hung around with us, the losers and the
geeks. He could have been in the inner circle with the studs and the jocks,
if he so chose, but he stayed with us.  He was, in a certain respect, our
hero and protector.  When one of our guys was being beaten up by a couple
of jocks, he stepped in and pounded the assholes.  They left us alone after
that.

   Jacob was also the only other one of our `crew' who was bought up by a
single Mom.  She was a honey, take my word for it.  So were his sisters. 
He had two sisters, aged sixteen and twelve.  Dark hair and good looks ran
in his family.  All of us in our crew were in love with his Mom and his
sisters.  His mother was forty, and stunning even without makeup. 
Alexandra was fourteen, and Svetlana was twelve, and both of them made the
prettiest girls in school look like bovines, to put it mildly.  At school
they spent their spare time with Jacob, ignoring the jocks and the
`panty-sniffers,' as we called the boys who hung around wanting to date
them, and if he was with us, the two girls treated us all with respect.

   That really fucked us up.

   His great-grandparents came from Russia someplace, and `Lexter' was a
corruption of their name, which they changed when they landed in our
country.  Jacob never talked about his father.  His Dad just up and left
one day, walking out on them and he never came back.  Jacob was the man of
the house, and he really cared for his Mom and sisters.  I'd met his Mom a
couple of times, and you could see the closeness and the love they all had
for each other.

   I kinda felt jealous about that, too.

   ***

   So this particular afternoon, I was lying on my bed, my jeans down to my
knees, my hand wrapped around my cock pumping furiously.  I was feeling the
seed boil in my balls, waiting expectantly for the moment when I could
blow. I loved the feeling of ejaculation.  It was like all the happiness in
the world condensed into that one glorious moment.  I would lay panting
afterward, tired and lax with lassitude.

   I was close to cumming, so I sped up my hand.  When I blew, the sperm
shooting out with great force over my stomach, I moaned out loud.  I always
had a towel on my bare belly to catch the spurts as they shot out of my
cock-head.  The first time I shot off, I had drenched my shirt, and had to
change it.

   As I groaned with the first spurt of cum shooting out of me, I heard a
gasp, and then with my seed pouring out of my cock, my hand still moving, I
looked toward the window and saw the faces of my little sister and her
friend peering through the window pane at me, staring in shock and wonder
at my cock.  Trust me to leave the damn thing open!  As I sat up and was
about to yell at them for spying on me, they took off running, giggling and
shrieking fit to bust.

   ***

   Mari was a pain in the ass at the best of times.  She was on the cusp of
womanhood, in between little girl and budding woman.  She'd walk around the
house at night in just her panties and shirt, which she'd have buttoned up,
but with the top two buttons undone.  Her little nipples were always hard,
making tiny tents in her shirt.  At eleven, her boobs were already showing,
two marvellous little swellings that had a hypnotic effect on me.  As she
sat on the couch watching television, her legs up under herself, I'd get
glimpses of her little pussy lips as they strained against the cloth of her
pants when she shifted position.

   I especially loved it when the crotch of her panties would pull up
between her lips and ass cheeks, adding definition.  My cock would grow in
my pants, and the urge to beat off was always present.  Those times, god
how I wished I could do it in front of her and Mom, but I knew they'd
freak!

   Sometimes my blood pressure would rise and I'd go into my room to jack
off.  It would be her panty-clad pussy in my fantasies that gave me the
inspiration to cum hard and fast as I lay on my bed, with fleeting memories
of my Mom's nude body to give me added impetus at the Moment of release. 
***

   So I wiped off my cock, pulled up my jeans, and went looking for the two
little bitches.  I didn't know what I was going to do or say, but I was
spitting mad at them for invading my privacy.  I found them on the back
lawn, sitting close to Mom, who was reading a book.  Mom loved books. 
She'd lay on the recliner chair in her bikini, soaking up the sun and
getting a great tan as she read.

   Mari and Trina were sitting by Mom looking innocent, as if being close
to her would give them some protection.  Hah!  That's what they thought! 
As I stormed up to them, Mom looked over the top of her reading glasses,
and quietly said, "Jason, go and change your pants dear, and don't forget
to put your towel in the wash!"

   I stopped dead, and looked down at myself.  There was a big wet sticky
patch on the crotch of my jeans where the last of my cum had dribbled out
of my cock.  I was mortified, to say the least!  As I hid my shame with my
hands, and bolted from the three females, Mari and Trina shrieked and
chortled with laughter.

   Mom said something sharp to them that made them shut up, but I was deep
in my misery.  I was shamed and embarrassed beyond all mortal words to
describe.  I wanted to hide and die.

   Oh, my god, I suddenly realised.  Mom knew!  She knew I was
masturbating! I was sure I'd hidden the towels deep in the wash basket so
she couldn't guess what I was doing.

   Shit!

   Double shit!

   Shit, shit, shit!

   ***

   As I sat on my bed crying in self-pity, I came to a decision that would
change my life from that moment on.

   Mari had to die.

   I'd had enough of her jibes and sarcastic remarks.  She was my sister,
but she was also a threat to my future chances of jacking off in private.
She had to go; it was as simple as that!

   I felt almost serene as I got up and changed my jeans.

   ***

   After dinner that night, Mari and I were doing the dishes.  It was her
turn to wash, and mine to dry.  I picked up a butcher knife that she'd
washed, and as I dried it off, the picture of it sliding between her ribs
made a comforting mental picture in my imagination.  No more Mari, no more
having this little tease and pain in the ass around.  I could taste my
freedom!  Oh, boy.  Such are the plans and fantasies of dumb teenage boys,
because I realised something at that instant.

   I couldn't do it!  The more I thought about killing that bothersome
brat, the more I loved her!  She was at least a foot or so shorter than me,
and her brushed amber-coloured hair that fell past her shoulders still
smelled of the apple shampoo she had used in the bath.  I put the knife in
the drawer, and on impulse, I leaned over her and kissed her on the top of
the head.  Mari recoiled away, turning her head to gape at me.

   "Euww!  What was that for?" she asked, a look of shock and something
else in her eyes.

   "Because I felt like it, shrimp!" I said offhandedly.

   "I'm not a shrimp!  Mom, make Jason stop kissing me on the head!" she
yelled.  Mom came into the kitchen, and asked me if I'd kissed Mari.  I
said, yes, on the head, because I loved her.  Mom looked at me for a
second, an unreadable look in her eyes.  Then Mom told my sister that I was
only being affectionate, and if it bothered her so much, then too bad, deal
with it.

   With that, she turned and went back into the lounge, leaving both us
kids standing there speechless, staring at where she'd stood.  "What the
fuck?" Mari breathed softly, looking at me with her eyebrows raised, and
then she blushed at getting caught by her big brother for using the `F'
word.

   Mari turned back to the sink, and was quiet as she did the dishes, her
head down, but I could almost hear her thinking.  Then she went still, her
hands in the hot sudsy water gripping a pot, and she quietly said with
obvious effort, "Did you mean that?  I mean, really, Jason?  Did you mean
it when you said you loved me?"

   She raised her head and looked me in the eye, something akin to hope in
her expression.  I put the tea towel down on the bench, and hugged her, one
arm around her shoulders and the other holding her body next to mine.  I
could feel the muscles of her back tense then relax as I held her.  Her
little nipples had gone hard, and were poking me in the stomach.  I kissed
her on the top of her head again, and rubbed my cheek against her hair.

   "Of course I do, Mari" I told her gently.  "You're a brat, and I really
want to kill you sometimes, but you're my sister, and I love you!"

   ***

   Mari stepped fully into my embrace, her arms going around my waist.  Her
hands gripped the back of my shirt, drenching it, and then she sighed, and
whispered into my chest, "I love you too, Jason."

   Then she let me go, stepping away and blushing redly at this intimate
moment between siblings, and then she went back to doing the last of the
dishes, smiling.

   My sister didn't say anything else to me that night, but I did notice
both her and Mom looking at me, Mom most of all.  I went to bed early,
saying I had some unfinished homework to do in my room.  I kissed Mom and
Mari, (who let me!), good night, then I went down the hallway to my room
and sat on my bed.

   Something in our family dynamic had changed, and I guess it bothered me
some, although I didn't know what it was.  We were all subtly closer, I
could feel that, but in what way?

   ***

   Mom had married young, to an older man, at least thirty years her
senior. They were happy, she told us.  All we had of him were a few
photographs of a handsome rugged-looking man who was always smiling,
holding Mom close in a loving way.  One day at work, where he had been
employed by a lumber company, Dad had a massive coronary, and was
pronounced dead at the scene.  Mom was distraught, which was
understandable, I guess.  She never remarried after that, preferring to
raise us kids alone.  She tried dating a couple of times, but never settled
for any man, as though the guys she dated were never good enough to make
the relationship permanent.

   She had a job as a waitress at a local diner, serving locals, tourists
and travellers, along with the truckers that passed through.  She knew
those truckers all by name, and occasionally she'd come home in the dead of
night, tired but with a smile on her face.  We knew she was getting some,
but we never mentioned it.  That was her business.

   ***

   The next day was a Sunday, and Mom surprised us by saying that we were
going on a picnic.  I could remember only once before going on a picnic
with Mom and Dad, but I was really young, and Mari was just a baby, barely
able to crawl.

   We packed up a lunch basket, climbed into the car, and drove for an hour
up a winding gravel road a few miles out of town.  I was lost in the first
ten minutes, but Mom obviously knew where she was going.  We topped a rise,
and to our left was a dirt road, overgrown by weeds.  We followed that for
a while, until we came to a clearing.  In the middle of the clearing was a
ramshackle cabin, weather-beaten and in need of repair.

   There was something about that forlorn place that I couldn't put my
finger on, but it felt familiar, for some reason.  Mom pulled up to it, and
not saying a word, she got out of the car and went inside.  Mari and I
looked at each other, shrugged, and followed her.  Animals had chewed the
crap out of what meagre furniture was inside there, and the place was thick
with dust, debris, and bird shit.

   Mom just stood there, and when she turned to us, there were tears in her
eyes.  I stood next to her, and Mom reached out and put her arm around my
shoulders.

   "Jason," she said her voice husky, "this is where you were conceived. 
Your Dad and I were very much in love, and when we first came here, this is
where we lived."

   ***

   "We own this place?" I said, amazed.  "You never said, Mom!"

   I immediately began to see myself fixing it up and cleaning out the
years of garbage and rubbish.  Mari wandered around, opening cupboards and
windows, thoroughly checking out the place.

   "Yes, baby, we own this place.  Your Dad owned it, and he wanted you to
have it, as the eldest, and his only son."

   I noticed the stress she put on the word, `only,' but in my excitement,
I completely bypassed it.

   "Wow, cool, Mom!" I said.  "Imagine what this place will look like when
I've done her up!"

   Mari gave me an evil look, and said a little waspishly, "Oh, sure!  You
clean this place up?  Hah!  You can't even clean your room, dipshit, let
alone a dump like this!  Grow up, Jason!"

   "Suffer and die, skinny!" I said smugly.

   "Leave your sister alone, Jason, and Mari, hush," Mom said quietly,
staring at the hand-made fireplace.  Pointing to it, she said, "Your father
made that fireplace himself, with his own two hands.  He used rocks from
the stream at the bottom of the clearing, and set them in concrete.  We
used to make love in front of it.  There used to be a thick sheepskin rug
on the floor in front of it, and in winter, we used to have a fire going.
Your father would make us a hot drink, and as we relaxed, he'd rub my
shoulders, and tell me how much he loved me.  God, how I miss that man!"

   Suddenly Mom was crying, turning and holding me in a strong embrace. 
She sobbed into my shoulder, and then Mari was there, making it a three-way
embrace.  Mom didn't cry much that we knew of, and rather than embarrassing
me, I was awash with compassion for this lonely woman.  I held my mother
for a while until she stopped crying, and then wiping the tears from her
eyes, she sniffed and said, "Well, I suppose we should get this place
cleaned up if we're going to have a picnic!"

   ***

   We spent time exploring the old place, Mari and I, while Mom sifted
through the cabin to see what was useable.  I discovered that there was a
small room that had an old bathtub in it, with a cupboard to put bathing
stuff in, and another larger one at floor level to put towels and what-not
in as well.  There wasn't a sink or taps, just an old enamel basin to wash
up in.  I found some old cakes of soap, dried out with cracks in them, and
an old cut-throat razor wrapped in a disintegrating cloth.  It was still
sharp, I found that out when I ran my thumb across the edge, and gave
myself a small cut.

   The bathtub drained out a pipe underneath it that was sunk into the
ground, Mom explaining that there was a sump hole for it to drain away
into. For a toilet, there was an outhouse not far from the cabin, but out
of sight from the access road.

   Guess who got the job of cleaning that.

   ***

   Amazingly enough, in a closet there was still a couple of brooms and a
plastic shovel and brush to pick up the rubbish.  After a couple of hours,
there was a marked difference in the cabin.  The floor was swept and
cleaned, and Mari had cleaned off the dust from the windows, letting more
light in.  Mom had found a couple of vases, and freshly picked colourful
wildflowers were sitting in water in them.

   The place smelled fresh, and suddenly, the cabin looked a whole lot more
sturdy and I could feel the memories that infused the timbers.  If I stood
still and listened, I was sure I could hear Dad's voice as he spoke to Mom.
Mom had stopped a few times, and she'd look outside, as if expecting Dad to
walk through the door.  I could feel him there.  It was a strange feeling,
but not creepy.  I hardly knew or remembered him, but I did remember the
tobacco smell in his clothes from the cigarettes he smoked.  Every time I
smelled cigarettes, I would think of him.

   Then Mom called a halt to the cleaning bee, and we went outside and got
the picnic lunch from the car.  We sat in the sunshine and ate, not
speaking.  Mom's eyes hardly left the cabin.

   "We've been away too long," she said.  "Your father wouldn't have wanted
it to get this bad.  We're going to come up here every chance we get from
now on.  There are things I need to tell you both, and I've put it off for
far too long as well."

   Mom was sombre as she looked at us, and said, "The things I have to tell
you could tear our family apart, Jason, Mari.  I've been afraid to tell you
both, but I'm hoping you're old enough and mature enough to handle it.  All
I ask, both of you, is not to hate me or your father.  We loved each other,
believe that."

   Then she said nothing more, retreating into a shell of silence.

   ***

   That sort of put a downer on the day, so we packed up and after locking
up the cabin, we drove away.  As the cabin retreated into the distance, it
was like the old place was calling us back.  I found myself looking out the
rear window at it, and turning to Mari, she was doing the same.  She had a
confused look on her face, as if trying to fathom out why.

   That night after our baths Mom called us into the lounge.  Mari and I
sat there expectantly, waiting for Mom to speak.  She opened her mouth a
couple of times, wanting to say something, but it was as if the words were
stuck in her throat.

   Then she took a deep breath, and said, "Jason, Mari, what I have to tell
you is as hard for me to tell you, as it would probably be hard for you
both to hear.  Please, don't judge me or your father.  As I said earlier,
we loved each other, very much."

   "First, I want to tell you both that you weren't the only children your
father had.  You have a big sister, the only other child your father had
before you both."

   That piece of news shocked us.  A big sister?  Mari jumped in, saying
with a mixture of hope, excitement, and trepidation, "Who is she, Mom? 
Where is she?  Can we meet her?"

   Mom looked sad, and said, "As to where she is, Mari, she's close. 
Closer than you think.  Can you meet her?  You already have.  Who is she,
well, that could prove the biggest shock of all."

   Mom sat there, and her face scrunched up for a moment, as if she was
going to cry.  But she mastered her emotions, and gulping, she looked us in
the eyes and said, "Jason, Mari, your big sister is me."

   If a meteor had roared past the house, neither my sister nor I would
have noticed.  We were stunned.  Mom?  Dad?  Dad and daughter?  Mom's our
big sister?

   Holy shit!

   Mari had gone pale.  She sat in her chair, her eyes filled with tears.
She was devastated.  I felt light-headed, feeling like this wasn't
happening.  Surely Mom was having us on, you know?  I'd heard about incest,
it was a nasty little secret that happened to other people, but not to us,
for christ's sake!

   ***

   Mari bawled, and sped to her room.  A moment later, we heard her bedroom
door slam, and the sound of her muffled sobs came to us.  Mom sighed, and
said quietly, "Damn, I was hoping that this could have gone better."

   Then she looked at me, and with sorrow in her eyes, she said, "But there
is never an easy way to say it, Jason."

   With a pleading look, Mom said, "Do you hate me, Jason?"

   I searched my feelings, but found no hatred there.  I didn't know what
to think, to feel.  I was numb from this unexpected revelation.  I shook my
head, speechless.  The whole Mom and Dad, Dad and Mom, Dad and daughter,
Mom's our big sister, thing kept chasing itself around inside my head.

   Mom got up, and said, "I guess I'd better go and have a talk with your
sister.  Will you be okay, son?  You won't do anything silly, now will
you?"

   I found my voice and assured her I was okay, and no, I wasn't going to
do anything dumb.  Mom nodded, stood me up and hugged me, then went to
Mari's bedroom door, knocked on it and walked in.  I heard my sister yell,
"Go away!  I don't want to talk to you!"

   Mom went in anyway and closed the door, and then I heard her voice
murmuring softly as she spoke to my shattered sister.

   ***

   They were in there for a long time, and when Mom came back out, she held
Mari by the hand, who lagged behind her, making it obvious by her
expression and her body language that she was a very unwilling participant
in this whole thing.  Mari plopped herself down in `her' chair, her arms
wrapped tightly around herself, her legs drawn up under her body, as if
wrapping a cocoon of armour around herself.

   Her eyes were filled with daggers as she looked at Mom.  Mom was so
upset she was almost crying, holding back the tears with effort.  I just
sat there, still in shock.  Unspoken words crammed in my head like bricks.
Then Mom sat on the couch, and began to speak, slowly and hesitantly at
first, then more confidently, the words flowing out of her like a flood.

   ***

   "Dad met my mother in high school.  They dated a few times, going steady
for a couple of years.  When it was time for college, they were enrolled in
different schools, so they went their separate ways.  After college, Dad
found a good job in a lumber yard, working hard and saving his money for
the day when he could marry Elise, my Mom, your grandmother."

   "Mom had dropped out of college after a couple of years, and fell in
with a wild crowd.  Booze, drugs, and parties were all she cared for.  Her
parents had thrown her out, and she went from place to place, never
settling down.  When your father found out about her, he tracked her down,
and he tried, oh how he tried, to get her to change her ways and settle
down."

   "He finally succeeded, and because he still loved her, he took her in
and after a while he married her.  But her old life kept calling her back,
time and again.  She'd disappear for days on end, and then turn up on the
doorstep like a stray kitten, in a complete state, expecting to be accepted
back by the only man who had ever truly loved her."

   "When she became pregnant with me, she wanted an abortion.  There was no
way she wanted me, to carry me, to have me around.  But when she'd realised
that the weight she'd put on wasn't all fat, but a baby, she was too far
gone to terminate the pregnancy.  Mom had no choice but to carry me to full
term."

   "Your father did some figuring in his head, and discovered something.  I
wasn't his.  Mom had fallen pregnant when she was out on one of her binges.
God alone knows who the father is, or was.  Mom wasn't exactly picky about
who she let between her legs."

   Mom sat there, a look of distaste on her face from the memory.

   "She was extremely lucky she didn't pick up any number of sexually
transmitted diseases.  One night when she was drunk, she let your father
know in exact detail how many men she'd had, and the different ways that
they'd taken her.  She broke his heart, and laughed at him, saying she
didn't care!"

   "Your father made Mom stay at home and raise me, through various threats
of leaving, and having me taken from her.  Oh, how she wanted that, at
least!  That woman hated me, and by association, your father as well. 
Finally, by the time I was ten, your father had had enough.  He had no
choice but to kick Mom out.  The poor man couldn't take it anymore.  He
gave her everything she wanted, which amounted to every penny he'd saved in
his bank account.  And so with cash in hand, she walked out of the door,
and out of our lives."

   ***

   "When I was twelve, Mom turned up on our doorstep, wanting to be taken
in again.  It took me a moment to recognise her, she was such a dishevelled
mess.  I wouldn't let her past the front door and Dad had to tell her to go
away, she wasn't welcome there anymore.  Mom screamed the house down,
demanding to be let back in, until someone called the cops to come get
her."

   "We moved after that.  It was so hard for us, Dad especially.  He'd sit
in the living room with the lights off and cry at night, when he thought I
was asleep.  I did my share of weeping, too.  But mainly it was for the
wonderful man who'd taken me in, knowing that I wasn't his, caring for me,
feeding me, giving me a roof over my head and clothes on my body.  He
didn't have to, he could have kicked us both out, but he didn't.  I was his
daughter, and he loved me as much!"

   "Our father," and I noticed that was the first time she'd said, `our,'
"Our father moved us here, and bought that small bit of land that the cabin
sits on.  Mom didn't know he had two bank accounts, so she didn't get
everything, lucky for us!  He built that cabin himself, and we'd sit for
hours at night planning it out.  I helped, of course, doing what I could.
Finally it was finished, and we moved in.  That first night was to change
our lives forever."

   ***

   Mari had softened while Mom had been talking.  I suppose the words, "I
wasn't his" must have made her sit up and take notice.  Now she hung on
every word Mom said, same as I did.  Her tale had us spell-bound, neither
of us kids daring to even breathe in case she stopped talking.

   Mom continued, "By the time the cabin was completed, I had turned
fourteen.  Our father made it a special day, picking wildflowers and
decorating the cabin.  The sun was shining, and I was so happy.  I had made
the decision that I was going to pay him back, reward him I suppose, for
everything he'd ever done for me.  I was going to give myself to him."

   Mari gasped, the first sound she had made so far.  Mom glanced at her,
and smiled.  Mom has a beautiful smile.  She could light up a room with it.
Mari had Mom's looks, and her smile was a carbon copy of it.

   "Our father and I would always hug, kiss, and cuddle.  I loved his
smell, his manly odour making my stomach clench with suppressed need.  My
body had changed from a girl to a woman's, and I would lie in bed at night,
my hands sliding over my skin, fantasizing that they were his.  I'd play
with my nipples and pussy, dreaming of our father doing it to me instead."

   "So, that first night in the cabin, as we lay beside the fire, I kissed
him.  Not as a girl or a daughter would do, but as a young woman.  Our
hands were roaming all over our bodies before he had an attack of
conscience and he pushed me away.  I tried to tell him it was okay, I
wanted him to, I needed him to love me, but he was so damn gentlemanly!  We
argued for a bit, our very first argument.  Finally, in a fit of anger, I
stood up and almost ripped my clothes off."

   Mom chuckled ruefully then.  "You should have seen his face!  He was
shocked!  I don't think he'd even noticed how much I'd grown!  I think he
thought I was still a young girl, but when he saw my breasts, my body, and
the hair between my legs, he came to me like a timid mouse, lay me down,
and finally, we were man and woman, lovers.  He was so gentle my first
time. I cried as he entered me.  It was a little painful, but I was ready
for him."

   Mari whispered, "Oh, Mom!"

   "My tears were not of pain, Mari, but of happiness.  I loved him so
much! I had wanted to give him everything I had, and ultimately, I did.  I
still dream about that night."

   ***

   Mari had got up from her chair, and sitting next to Mom, she held her,
tears pouring from her eyes.

   "I'm so sorry, Mom!" she said.  "I'm so sorry for judging you.  I'm glad
you told us this.  Why couldn't you have told us sooner?"

   Before Mom could speak, I said, "Mari, everything has it's time and
season.  This was the right time."

   Both Mom and my sister sat there, their mouths hanging open.  I sounded
like The Wise Old Owl, or something, and blushed under their scrutiny.  Mom
laughed, said, "He's right, Mari!  You're growing up, Jason!" and held her
arm out to me.  I got up and went to her, and together, the three of us sat
on the couch, hugging and sharing our love with and for each other.

   ***

   We talked a little longer that night, Mom telling us excitedly all about
our father, sharing snippets of memories, answering our questions as best
and as honestly as she could.  She left nothing out, even when Mari wanted
her to tell us all about how she and Dad loved each other physically.  I
had to beat off twice before I could get to sleep that night!

   ***

   Chapter Two.

   ***

   A week after our family `bonding' session, I finally lost my virginity.
I still can't believe it happened the way it did.  Mom was working late,
and had called me to get my sister and I fed, etc, and not to wait up for
her.  Depending on what time she'd be back, that meant a late shift, or a
date.

   The last date Mom had been on, the guy must have done something right,
because she was smiling and humming a tune for days afterward.  Mom never,
and I do mean never, brought her dates home.  That made things easier for
Mari and I, because those faceless men didn't intrude into our family life.
Even thinking about them made me itch with jealousy.

   Mom has a couple of close girlfriends, who she keeps in regular contact
with.  There's Shannon, a twenty-four year old perky bubbly blonde with
36dd breasts and a killer figure, and Tammi, twenty-nine, a strong-willed
brunette that has a southern twang and hungry eyes.  She's tall, with
pronounced hips and a small bust.  Mom works with them at the diner.

   Tammi is a no-nonsense type of woman, who'd let you know in no uncertain
terms what she was thinking.  She's not abrasive, she just can't abide
bullshit, idiots or idiot behaviour in any form, especially from men.  She
also has a wicked sense of fun that shows itself when she gets a bit too
much alcohol in her system.

   Take my thirteenth birthday, for example.  Mom, Tammi and Shannon had
come home from a local bar, after enjoying a girl's-night out.  Tammi was
flirting with me outrageously, and would chortle at the blushes that lit my
face up like a beacon.  My cock didn't know whether it wanted to stay hard
from horniness, or stay soft out of embarrassment.  The damn thing kept
inflating and then deflating like a fucking bellows.  Then Tammi perked up,
and said loudly, "Dammit, Liz, I didn't get Jason anything for his
birthday! I know what, how about these?" Then she stood up a bit wobbly,
and reached under her dress, then slid her panties down her legs.  She
stepped out of them, and then tucked them into the pocket of my shirt! 
Goddam!  I stood there with my mouth hanging open, Mom and Shannon looking
wide-eyed with amazement at a smirking Tammi.

   "Holy shit, Tammi!" Shannon cackled with laughter.  "I can NOT believe
you just did that!"

   "Tammi, you fucking tease!" Mom said, intoxicated and grinning from ear
to ear.

   I glanced down at my pocket, and noticed that the panties were sheer,
red with pink and purple lacy things attached to them.  I wanted to bolt,
out of embarrassment and the intense desire to whack off.  My cock was now
steel hard in my jeans, and with a lascivious leer, Tammi reached down and
stroked it, a light gentle touch.

   "Goddam," she breathed as she squinted at my boner hidden in my jeans,
"I wonder what that looks like!  Can I see?"

   I did bolt then, fleeing to the safety of my room, Tammi's happy
laughter following me down there.

   ***

   Mom never said a word after that night about how I'd gotten those
panties, which I was grateful for.  I held them against my nose as I beat
my meat furiously in bed, inhaling Tammi's woman-smell.  My cum was very
intense and gave me cramps in my lower belly, it was that strong!

   After a few days though, Mom quietly suggested I wash the panties, if I
wanted to keep them.  It blew me away that she was so understanding and
calm about it all.  They didn't smell the same after washing, of course,
which bummed me out, but I'd pull them out every so often and whack off,
using the cloth wrapped around my dick, enjoying the soft feeling of the
panties, dreaming of the pussy they had once covered.

   I'd hang them out with Mom's underwear, and Mari didn't know the
difference between Mom's and the new pair.  Mom of course bought new
underwear for herself and Mari every now and then, so it wasn't a cause for
curiosity or discussion.  My secret was safe!

   ***

   Whenever Mom would go out, or work late, I'd make sure that my sister
was asleep in bed, and wait up for her.  I worried about her, you know? 
She was my Mom, and I loved her.  She'd come home in various states of
inebriation, sometimes even sober, but she always drove, never getting
anyone to bring her home.

   This particular night, I was dozing in the lounge, waiting for Mom to
pull up, when a loud bang woke me.  I went to the front door, opened it,
and found Mom sitting on her ass on the porch, reeking of alcohol.  She'd
tripped as she attempted to put the key in the lock, and met a solid door,
which she slid down.

   "Oops," she mumbled, "slipped!" I put my hands under her armpits, lifted
her to her feet, and with one of her arms around my neck, and my arms
around her waist, together we made it to her bedroom, where she tried to
undress.

   She was all thumbs, tangling her hands in her clothing.  So I decided to
help her, making Mom sigh and hold me for a few moments, and slurring her
words, she thanked me.

   "Your'n angel, Jason," she said.  "You're jus' like your father, always
taking care of me.  Why do you love me so much?"

   She looked myopically into my face, her hand cupping my cheek.  She
stood still as I unzipped and then took her dress off, trying not to look
at her breasts as they came into view.  Her bra was a white lacy thing, and
her nipples were hard, pushing through the satiny cloth.

   Her underwear was red, her pubic mound and hair making it stand out in
the front.  I had the impulse to touch her mound, to place my hand on it,
but she was my mother, and that would have been a very inappropriate
behaviour for her son to take advantage of her in her state.

   Then Mom held my head in her hands, and said, "Jason!  You didn't answer
my question!  Why do you love me so damn much?"

   I looked into her eyes, suddenly noticing I was taller than her by a
head.  "You're my mother," I said after a second.  "I love you, Mom.  I
always will!"

   ***

   She stared at me, searching my face, and mumbled, "So much like your
father.  You even look like him!"

   Then she stepped into me, and put her arms around me.  "Take my bra
off," she said into my chest.  "I can't breathe with that thing on."

   I fumbled around until I got it undone, making her giggle, and as Mom
pulled back and dropped her arms to let it fall away from her body, I
looked down and saw her dark nipples standing stiff and proud.  Mom had a
predatory look in her eyes, and whispered, "My pants, too, Jason.  Take
them off me."

   I stood there, speechless.  Then in a daze, I knelt on the floor and
reached for the red cloth that covered her ass and pussy.  It was so near!
Mom stepped closer, and with her hands on my head, she stroked my hair and
whispered, "Do it, son!  Take my panties off!  Slowly, now, do it slowly,
make it last!"

   My palms found the sides of her thighs, her skin so soft and silky.  I
could smell her woman-smell, so rich and heady.  That was the first time
that I'd smelled a woman in heat, her desire making her oils strong in my
nose which was only a few inches from her crotch.

   I hardly dared to breathe, and Mom was panting.  She bent to grab my
hands and put them onto the cloth of her panties.  Her hip bones were in my
palms, which were sweaty.  I took the elastic waistband between my thumbs
and fingers, and as slowly as I could, I drew them down her legs.  Her bush
came into view, a bit at a time, and I gasped with wonder as her mound and
then her lips came into my range of view.

   Her arousal became stronger, and she thrust her hips at my face, my nose
now in her pubic hair.  I was rock hard, and when the tip of my nose
touched her wetness, I nearly shot into my pants.  I groaned, clutching at
her ass, which was firm and twitching under my hands.

   Mom held my head firmly against her pussy, and then without being asked
or prompted, my tongue came out to taste her.  As my tongue searched for,
then touched and rubbed her clit, Mom cried out, and placing her hands
behind my head rammed it even closer, her legs parting slightly, and we
almost fell to the floor.

   ***

   Mom arched herself backwards, mashing my face into her sopping sex.  She
was making a high-pitched sound, her eyes closed as my tongue lapped at
her. I couldn't believe what I, we, were doing!  Oral sex, eating pussy,
just words until now, but here I was, on my knees, doing it!  Holy fucking
Christ, I was licking my Mom!  And better yet, she was enjoying it!  Mom
gyrated her hips, mewling and crying as my tongue went crazy on her lips
and clit.  My hands gripped her ass cheeks roughly, and then as Mom shifted
position to give me better access, she did fall backwards then.

   It was a stroke of luck that her bed was behind her, because with a
squeal she fell onto her back, her legs going up into the air, the panties
slipping from one ankle to free her legs, her spread legs lifting her butt
and suddenly my mouth covered her cunt, and then with a will I redoubled my
efforts.  Mom went over the edge then, gripping my hair and humping my
face, crying out as her climax swamped her.

   She had to pry my face from her cunt so that she could calm down a
little.  Her climax had sobered her up a little, and with both of us
panting, my face covered with her secretions, we lay on the bed, Mom
holding me tightly.  Mom was stroking my hair, slick with sweat.  Then she
looked down, and noticed a wet patch on the front of my jeans made by the
precum that was leaking from my cock.

   She told me to take them off, her hands attempting to undo the buttons
of my shirt, but because her hands were shaking badly, she growled with
frustration.  Gripping my shirt in both hands, she ripped it from me, the
buttons flying all over the room.  Then she attacked my belt, and in her
haste, she scratched my lower stomach with her nails.  The scratches stung
as the sweat dripping from me ran into them, but it was as if the small
pain was disconnected from me.  My pants fell to the floor, and then
kicking them off, I positioned myself between her legs, which were bent at
the knees, lifted high granting me access to her private place.

   ***

   Mom held me in her hand, and again I had to grit my teeth from shooting
all over her dripping pussy.  I had a moment of clarity, and said, "You
sure, Mom?  You really want to do this?" Mom gave a laugh, and said, "I
thought a stiff dick had no conscience, baby!  Well, a wet pussy doesn't
know the difference anyway!  Do it, fuck me, my beautiful man!"

   Then dipping the head of my cock, she said breathlessly, "Push!  Put in
me!" I pushed, and then her warm wet and snug pussy gripped me as I slid
home easily.  I had come out from her pussy as a baby, and now I had gone
back inside her as a man, and how I wish I could properly describe the
absolute heaven of the sensations and heat that enveloped me.

   The urge to ejaculate was strong, almost overpowering me.  I was crying,
literally, from the effort it cost me not to.  "Oh, god, Mom, I'm going to
cum!" I cried, but Mom wrapped her legs around me, joining her ankles
behind my back, pinning me in place.  "Don't you dare!" she hissed.  I
sobbed, trying not to disappoint her and shoot too soon.  "A little longer,
baby," she crooned, and began to move her hips, making small jabs at my
cock.  "Just like that, honey, just like that," she purred, and so I
followed her direction, making small jabs into her warmth.

   We moved like that for a while, and the urge to shoot, although not
going away, lessened somewhat, and then we were speeding up, our bodies
slapping and thumping against the other.  Then Mom pulled me into her
embrace, and thrust her hips against me, more powerfully now.  We hammered
each other, until finally with a cry I shot my sperm deep into her body. 
Mom cried out, thrashing against me as her second climax claimed her.  My
body had gone rigid, my cock pulsing with the contractions that overcame
me. Then suddenly weary beyond endurance, I flopped onto my mother's body,
and fought not to go to sleep, I was that tired.

   ***

   Mom still had her ankles locked behind me, one of her hands stroking my
hair, and her other arm crooked at the elbow behind my neck.  Mom was
kissing me, small butterfly kisses all over my face and cheeks and lips. 
Then her legs slid from my back, and gently pushing me from her, she softly
told me to go and wash up, and go to bed.  I got up, zombie-like, and
staggered from her room.  Mom followed me, as unsteady on her legs as I
was, and put my clothes and hers into the washing basket.

   I was washing my face and dick when Mom joined me in the bathroom.  She
hugged me, and thanked me, giving me a kiss on the lips, her mouth open,
her tongue moving in mine.  Then with a smile, she pushed me out of the
bathroom and closed the door.  I heard the water running, so leaving her to
her bath, I went to my room and fell into bed, asleep before I knew it.

   ***

   When I awoke the next morning, the sun streaming into my room hurt my
eyes, so I kept them shut.  Then I noticed an aroma.  It was the smell of
an aroused woman, Mom's smell!  I opened my eyes, and saw the red panties
she had worn the night before folded on my pillow inches from my face!  A
post-it note was pinned to it, and it read, "A second pair of red panties
to add to your collection!  Love, Mom."

   Holy shit!  I was wide awake then.  I picked up the panties, and holding
them to my nose, I breathed in her smell, my cock hard and stiff.  But the
need to relieve myself overcame the need to jack off, so putting on a pair
of pants, I went and tended to nature's call.

   Mom was sitting at the kitchen table in just her bathrobe, sipping at a
cup of steaming hot coffee.  She smiled and wished me a good morning, and
told me the pot was still hot if I wanted a drink.  I was allowed to drink
coffee?  Things had indeed changed!

   I got a cup and filled it with the strong black liquid, added milk, and
then went and sat at the table, opposite from Mom.  She put her cup down,
and speaking softly, she said she needed to talk to me before Mari woke and
got up.  We didn't have much time, so Mom told me to not say anything until
she'd finished.

   "First, I want to thank you again for helping me last night.  I was too
drunk to do anything, how the hell I managed to drive home, I have no idea!
And like an angel, you were there for me when I needed you.  As for us
making love, I'm not sorry it happened, Jason, and neither should you be. I
needed a man to love me physically, and you were there.  I'm guessing that
was your first time, and if it makes any difference, son, you did very
well!

   "We, and you especially, Jason, will have to keep that a secret from
Mari, for the time being.  She'll know, or at least guess, eventually what
we're doing, it's unavoidable, I suppose.  I don't want us to get caught,
because that will cause considerable problems for all of us that we can't
afford to face right now."

   It finally sunk into my brain what Mom was saying.  It wasn't a one-time
thing; we were going to do it again!  I stared at Mom, unable to say a
word. Finally, I croaked, "But what about those other guys, Mom?  Will you
still be dating them?

   Mom looked a bit confused for a moment, and then she laughed, and said,
"What other guys, Jason?  I haven't had sex with a man since your father
died!  You were the first since then!  What made you think I was having sex
with a man when I went out or came home late?"

   Now it was my turn to be confused.  I blushed, and said, "But Mom, Mari
and I always thought you were dating guys!  If it wasn't guys, then
who...?"

   Mom had a crafty look in her eyes, and with a wicked grin, she chuckled.
Then it dawned on me!  "Oh, my god," I breathed.  "Tammi?"

   Mom nodded her head, and said, "Tammi AND Shannon, Jason.  They're a
couple.  We even have threesomes!  A woman doesn't always have to have a
man around to have some fun!"

   Then as I digested that, she laughed her tinkling laugh and got up to
put breakfast on.  A grin lit up my face.  Mom was bisexual!  I had the
beginnings of a boner thinking about my Mom having sex with another woman!
I got up to help her, and for a moment I stood at the kitchen bench beside
her, and then I hugged her.  Fuck it, I thought.  I loved my Mom, and after
last night, I loved her even more.

   ***

   When Mari came to the table to have her breakfast, she knew immediately
something was up.  She kept looking from Mom's face to mine, seeing the
small smile and the serene look on Mom's face, and the guilty look on mine.
Then she said, "Okay, Jason, what did you do now?"

   "Me?" I yelped.  "Why do you think I did anything?  Leave me alone!"

   Mari grimaced, and said, "Did Mom catch you playing with yourself? 
You'll go blind, you know."

   Mom gave a laugh, and said, "Stop bothering your brother, Mari.  What he
did wasn't bad, and as for `playing with yourself,' you do it too, Little
Girl.  I've heard you."

   Mari blushed a bright red, her mouth dropping open.  "Oh my god, Mom!"
she almost yelled, looking at me and blushing prettily.  "Jeez!  You had to
say that in front of HIM?"

   Mom sat there, and looked my sister square in the face, and
matter-of-factly said, "I don't have a problem with you two masturbating,
Mari, so why should it be a problem between you?  Just be honest enough to
admit it, and accept the fact that you're growing up!"

   Mom took a mouthful of food, chewed, swallowed, and then said to Mari,
"I really shouldn't call you `Little Girl' anymore.  You're not a little
girl, you're a young woman."

   After a few minutes of silence as we ate, she dropped another bombshell
on us.  "I do it too, you know," she said quietly and confidently. 
"Masturbate, I mean.  I like doing it.  It's nice." My sister sat there,
stunned.  Nothing else was said during breakfast, but that little
revelation seemed to bring us closer together, now that secrets had been
shared, and were out in the open.

   ***

   Being at school was a huge trial for me that day.  I couldn't
concentrate on my school work, as I kept reliving the amazing time I had
with Mom.  I kept daydreaming, and was pulled up by my teachers for staring
off into space instead of doing my assignments.

   I didn't hang out with my friends, preferring to be alone.  Jacob found
me in the library, the only quiet place in the whole school.  He came and
sat beside me, stared at me for a minute and said quietly as he held out
his hand for me to shake, "Congratulations!"

   I took his hand in a daze, and asked him, "What was that for?"

   He looked at me, and smiled.

   "You've finally lost your cherry.  I can tell, Jason." Then he went all
serious on me, and said, "Does Mari know?" I could only shake my head
negatively, lost for words.  "Do yourself a favour, and don't tell her, or
anyone.  They wouldn't understand." Then he looked at me, and I grew
uncomfortable under his gaze.  He nodded to himself, and said, "I think
it's about time your Mom met mine."

   Then he got up and sauntered out of the library, leaving me sitting
there, confused.

   ***

   The next Saturday, the Lexter family turned up unexpectedly at our place
as a unit.  There was a knock at the door, and when Mari opened it, there
were three stunningly attractive women standing there, and a strikingly
good looking male as well.  Mari, for the first time in her young life,
stood there speechless and goggle-eyed.  When Mom called out and asked her
who was at the door, she had to get up off the couch where she was reading
a book to go and see who was there, as Mari was frozen in place,
intimidated by the four people who stood there waiting, looking at her.

   Jacob, his Mom Natasha, and his sisters, Alexandra and Svetlana took
Mari's behaviour in their stride, smiling when Mom came to the door. 
Natasha introduced herself, taking Mom's hand.  Even Mom was intimidated by
the three beauties before her.  She kept touching her hair, her eyes roamed
around the house, and she was as nervous as a cat trapped in a kennel full
of hungry dogs.

   "Pleased to meet you all," she said, "Please, excuse the mess!"

   The house was tidy, but when strangers come to your door, it's always
messy!  Natasha laughed, and said with a slight accent, "I have one more
child than you!  I know messy, and this isn't it!"

   Mom was mollified by that remark, so she laughed and invited them all
in. Jacob caught my eye, so I beckoned to him, excused us, and we went into
my room.

   "What's this all about?" I asked him, once we were in the comparative
safety of my bedroom.  I had one ear on the sound of women's voices coming
from the living room.

   "My Mom needs to talk to your Mom, Jason," he told me with a serious
look on his face.  "It's necessary, believe me."

   ***

   Just then, I heard the sound of Jacob's sisters chatting to my sister as
she was taking them to show them her room.  With her son with me, and her
daughters with Mari, Natasha had Mom all to herself.  I felt worried.  What
the hell was going on here?

   "Mom asked us to keep you and your sister busy while she talked with
her," Jacob said, looking around at my room, his eyes taking in everything.
He sat on the end of my bed, and leaned against the wall.

   My friend saw the confused look on my face, so he got up and shut the
bedroom door.  Then when he sat down again, he said, "Jason, you and I have
something more in common than being men and having sisters, as well as
having Moms who are single.  That's just the surface shit.  What else we
got in common goes way deeper."

   Then he shocked the hell out of me by saying, "I'm having sex with my
Mom too, bro."

   ***

   I was so damn scared at that moment, I almost fainted.  Holy fuck!  I
felt trapped, yet relieved.  Our secret was still safe, yet for how much
longer?  Now that Jacob and his family knew, could they be trusted to keep
that secret?

   Then it hit me.  Of course they could!  To denounce us would bring their
secrets out into the light of day.  A catch-22 situation, a Mexican
stand-off.  I had to stop thinking about myself; Mom needed me to be there
and strong for her.

   Then I asked him how the hell he knew I'd had sex, and how the hell did
he know it was my Mom I'd had sex with?  Those two questions bugged me
something bad!

   Jacob sat quiet for a moment, and then he said, "Bro, I don't know, call
it intuition if you like.  But as soon as I saw your face in the library, I
knew.  I just did.  Also, none of the girls at school are remotely
interested in you enough to have sex with you, and," he said shaking his
head, "sorry Jason, but most of them don't even know you exist.  You're a
ghost, man."

   That was fucking great!  No wonder I didn't have a girlfriend, and was
technically, as far as anyone else knew, a damned virgin in the eyes of the
female population.

   ***

   Then I said, my mouth dry and my voice croaky, "But what about your
sisters, dude?  Do they know about you and your Mom?"

   Jacob smiled, a far-away look in his eyes.  "Yes," he said quietly. 
"They know, because I'm having sex with them too!"

   Now I was really freaked out!  Jacob saw me open my mouth to say
something, so he held up his hand, and said, "No, Jason.  Just listen.  I
love my Mom and my sisters, and they love me back.  What we do is private,
not for the ears of other people.  Other people wouldn't understand the
kind of bond we share."

   "You told me Mari doesn't know.  Well, she will, brother.  She'll find
out if you or your Mom don't tell her first.  God only knows how she'll
react.  She's eleven, and still a virgin.  If she wasn't, it would be
noticeable.  When my sisters found out about Mom and me, at first they
resented us.  Then, we talked it out, and you know what?  They demanded,
and I mean demanded, that if I was going to love our Mom in that way, then
they wanted to be loved in the same way as her!  It was the only way our
family could stay together!"

   "No shit!" I breathed.

   "No shit, brother," Jacob said.  "We had to establish some ground rules
so that they didn't wear me out.  That was Mom's idea.  When Svetlana
became used to having me inside her, she was always climbing into my bed.
Mom had to take her aside and tell her to slow down, to take it easy on me
and give her and Alexandra a chance!"

   He laughed then, and I joined him, the laughter making things easier
between us.

   We sat there talking for about an hour more before Mom called us out for
lunch.  She and Natasha were in the kitchen, and had prepared a feast for
us all.  Mom was happy and jovial, but I could see the tenseness in her
eyes, face, and body posture.  We all pretended not to notice, and as I
stole looks at Mom, she was doing the same to me.  At one point, Natasha
put her hand on Mom's, and whispered something into her ear.  Mom relaxed,
shifting her gaze away from me, and the only one who really didn't know
what was going on was my sister, who was kept busy by the two Lexter girls
with conversation.

   ***

   After lunch as we relaxed outside letting our meal settle.  Jacob's Mom
mentioned that we should take a trip out to the local watering hole for a
swim.  That caused an outbreak of excitement, so as a bunch we packed up
some snacks, got changed into our swimwear, and off we went.

   When we got there, the Lexter clan immediately stripped off their
outerwear, revealing bikini's for the women, and boxer trunks for Jacob.  I
couldn't tear my eyes from the three beautiful women.  They were perfect!
Mari's eyes goggled at the statuesque perfection that was Jacob with his
washboard abs and muscles, and suddenly she felt like an ugly duckling in a
nest of swans.

   Natasha did her best to put Mom at her ease, but I could tell Mom felt
awkward around so much loveliness.  Alexandra and Svetlana didn't treat
Mari any differently, accepting her just as she was.  I have to admit,
after looking at the toned and buff body of my friend, I felt really gawky
and out of place.

   Jacob looked at me, and said, "You know, Jason, I work out a couple of
times a week.  You wanna come over to use my gear?  I need a buddy to work
out with.  I get too lazy if I don't have anyone there to push me."

   Mom looked at me, along with all the females there.  What other answer
could I use, except, "Sure!  When?"

   "Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays.  I'll give you the weekends off,
scarecrow!"

   With that, he grinned, and took off running, with me chasing him.  We
took a running dive, and together we bombed the pool.  It was deep, and
cold!  Then as we broke the surface, I saw a struggling Mari squealing and
shrieking in delighted horror as the two Lexter girls grabbed her and threw
her in, jumping in after her.

   Would you believe that Natasha even made Mom jump in and swim with us?

   ***

   That night Mari went to bed utterly exhausted, but buzzing that she'd
made friends with two of the most beautiful girls in school.  She was
asleep in record time, and after Mom went in to check on her and tuck her
in, she quietly closed her door, then came into the lounge to sit next to
me.  I put my arm around Mom, and for a few minutes we just cuddled, not
saying a word.  Then Mom put her hand on my chest and giving a sigh, she
said, "Well, that was an amazing day, Jason."

   I told her I definitely didn't expect anything like that to happen!  Mom
sat up on her knees, her arm on the back of the couch, and gave me a
serious look.

   Mom told me that when Natasha had mentioned that Jacob had told his
mother that we'd had sex, at first she was hurt and angry that I'd told him
about us, but when the other woman said that I hadn't, and that Jacob had
guessed just by the look on my face when he talked to me in the library. 
He could identify with how I was feeling, and sympathise with me, being in
the same situation.  At first she was scared, and then she calmed down
enough to listen while Natasha shared her family's secrets with her.

   Mom was shocked and surprised by what the woman had told her, first
about having sex with her son when she was feeling alone and filled with
longing for close male companionship, and then the argument with her
daughters when they too wanted to share their brother with their mother.

   "That was one of the hardest decisions she had to make," Mom said.  "It
was that, or else risk the breakup of their family.  Jacob didn't want to
have sex with his sisters, especially Svetlana, being a child of ten and a
half at the time.  He was afraid that he'd hurt her terribly.  That was the
last thing he ever wanted, because he loved her, but the younger girl was
adamant that she wanted to go through with it."

   ***

   "I kept thinking of Mari while she was telling me about the first time
Svetlana had been penetrated by her brother.  I kept imagining you between
Mari's legs, that lovely dick of yours sliding deep within her tight vagina
for the first time.  I have to admit, Jason, that I was very wet, and
turned on at the thought."

   I sat there, looking at the floor while Mom was speaking.  I saw myself
doing it, pushing my rigid boner into my sister's young and virginal cunt.
I felt my cock grow, and then Mom's hand was on it, stroking me through my
jeans.  Mom began to undo my jeans and zipper one-handed while she
continued to speak, her voice husky now.  She pulled my cock out and began
to stroke me, her grip soft yet firm.

   "While Natasha was talking to me, I kept seeing you fucking your sister.
What was the matter with me, I kept thinking.  Was I a bad mother?  Was I a
monster for wanting you, my son, my darling man, to fuck not only me, but
your sister as well?  Then, I kept seeing Mari between my legs, and me
between hers, licking her little pussy, watching her orgasm into my face as
my tongue probed her depths."

   Then before I had a chance to say anything, Mom bent forward, and for
the first time in my life, my cock was in a woman's mouth.  I arched my
back, Mom taking me deep.  Her tongue slid all around my cock-head, swiping
all over my shaft, and as it slid in and out as Mom moved her head up and
down, she created suction, adding to the pleasure.

   Then Mom sat up, making me groan with disappointment, but she stood up
and began to take her jeans and panties off.  She kept her top and bra on,
and seeing her nude from the waist down made me harder.

   Mom slid my jeans down my legs, taking them off me.  Then she knelt
between them, and took me back into her mouth.  She stayed there for a few
minutes, sucking me, her tongue moving and her hands stroking me.

   Then Mom got up and sat on my lap facing me, her legs tucked under her
beside mine.  Then looking into my eyes, she grasped my cock, positioned it
at her entrance, and slid down its length, burying it deep within her.

   Mom groaned, as did I, because she was as snug as she was the night we
made love.  Then Mom raised herself up a bit, the slid slowly down.  That
caused her to shudder in pleasure.  I grasped her breasts, squeezing them
and playing with her hard fleshy nipples through her top and bra.

   Mom ducked her head and began to bounce onto my cock, and so I
straightened out my legs, and began to shove my dick up into her.  Mom was
making moaning and sighing noises, and as my cock went into her wet centre,
I'd groan between pants as I shoved myself at her time and again.

   Then the cum began to make itself known, boiling inside my balls,
impatient for release.  Humping into Mom as fast as I could, I strained
toward climax.  Mom sped up as well, and hugging me tightly to herself, she
was making moaning cries into my ear, which spurred me on.

   "Oh, god, Mom, gonna cum!" I managed to say to warn her, and then she
said, "Yes!  Cum in me!  Do it!  Do it, baby!  Come on; shoot your stuff in
me!"

   That was all I needed to hear.  I slipped the restraints off, and with a
long groan, I held Mom by her hips and shoved myself deep within her one
last time, holding her steady as my cock pulsed and jerked within her
sopping snatch.

   ***

   Chapter Three.

   ***

   I'd been going around to Jacob's place after school religiously three
times a week, and after a while, his sisters would hang around watching us
males as we stretched, lifted weights and sweated for a couple of hours. 
Both girls were toned from doing their own workouts, and would sometimes
join us.  I was flattered when Jacob would take a back seat, and let either
Alexandra or Svetlana help me on the weights as they spotted me.

   Lying on my back on the bench, I got a good view up their short cut-off
tee shirts as they stood by my head, and I would lose concentration as I
gazed up and saw the underside of the braless breasts of the two girls. 
They of course pretended not to notice, telling me off for not keeping my
mind on what I was doing.

   Their nipples would become hard, though, and more than once I caught a
whiff of arousal from either of them.  I'd come to know that aroma by now,
and without fail, I would get a boner that would strain at my shorts.  The
girls would smile and gaze lasciviously at it.  Jacob would make me work
harder, working off that excess energy.

   ***

   One afternoon a couple of months later as I arrived for my workout at
Jacob's house as usual, he told me quietly that Svetlana would be helping
me as I worked on my abs.  "You're concentrating too much on your upper
body," he told me.  "Today, we'll work on your core strength."

   He got me to lay on the bench, and as I put my fingertips behind my ears
in preparation for doing sit-ups, Svetlana came to sit on my legs.  I
noticed she was wearing a short dress that came to mid-thigh, which looked
like a cheerleader's skirt.

   As I lay there ready to start, the young girl hooked her fingers into
the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees.  My cock
became exposed, but she just looked at it clinically, murmuring, "Not bad,
Jason."

   I gave a start, and yelled, "Shit, Lana, what are you doing?"

   Both Jacob and I called her Lana, a shortened version of her name.  She
just looked at me and told me she was testing my concentration, so I'd
better do my best and work hard, or she'd never work with me again.  I
looked at Jacob, but he was lying on another bench, his shorts around his
thighs, same as mine.  His cock was soft, but it looked impressive.

   He turned his head looking at me, and told me that the girls had thought
up this routine, which made him work harder.  "Just go with it, man," he
said.  "It's worth it, believe me!" Then he turned back to Alexandra, and
began his routine.

   Alexandra lifted her lower legs, and crossed them under the bench,
placing her body weight on my friend's legs.  Then she lay forward
slightly, until her face was close to his cock.  Then she dipped her head
further, and took his flaccid member into her oral cavity.  As he sat up,
his cock would pull back from her mouth, and then as he lay back down, it
would slide up into her mouth.  He was hard quickly!

   I felt a light slap on my chest, and as I looked up at Lana, she grinned
and told me to concentrate on her!  Lana moved forward, and sat on my
crotch.  That's when I found out she wasn't wearing panties!  She was moist
down there, and she rubbed her pussy against my member.

   Lana told me to start.  As I came up, then lay back down, my cock rubbed
her vaginal lips, becoming smeared with her juices.  Lana had a smirk on
her face, as though daring me to fail.  No way!  I became hard, and the
feeling of her silky lips as they became wetter made it very hard for me to
concentrate on what I was supposed to do.

   Then with a flush on her face, Lana moved slightly, and as I lay back
down, my cock slipped up into her warm wet pussy.  The young girl leant
back, and placed her hands on my legs, which I opened slightly.  Then I
groaned with the feeling of her snug snatch gripping me.  "Concentrate,
Jason," she told me.  "Don't stop!  Keep going, come on, move!"

   ***

   I'd never felt anything so incredible!  My eyes locked onto hers, and as
I did my routine, Lana was moving slightly, twitching her hips in time to
my sit-ups.  Finally, though, she lost concentration before I did.  She
leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, bouncing on my cock.  Her
eyes had lost focus and she was grunting with effort.  I had to stop my
workout, because with Lana doing what she was doing, I couldn't continue.
So I lay back, lifting my hands I held her little boobs in my hands,
squeezing them and grasping them as she fucked me.

   I heard the sound of groaning, and looking at Jacob, I saw him throw his
head back, his hips moving, Alexandra's head bobbing on his very hard and
long cock.  Then my friend grabbed his sister's head, held it still, and
with a grimace, pumped his seed into her mouth.  She was holding his cock
in both of her hands, and I saw her throat moving, swallowing his seed as
he shot it into her throat.

   That set me off, and with groans of my own, I shot my own seed deep into
Svetlana's firm young body.  She was gasping and moaning, her snatch
rippling around my pulsing member.  I let go of her boobs and lay back,
utterly exhausted.  I lay there gasping as the young girl gathered herself,
panting heavily.  Then she got off my cock, which was coated with her
secretions, and wobbling a bit on her legs, mumbled that she needed to go
and clean up.

   As she turned away, some of my sperm dripped from her pussy, leaving a
trail of drops across the concrete floor of the garage where Jacob had his
workout gear.  Svetlana didn't seem to notice as she walked a little
spraddle-legged into the house.

   ***

   Jacob's Mom, Natasha, came out a moment later with a bowl of warm water
and a washcloth, and as she cleaned me off, she grinned and asked me how I
enjoyed my work-out?  I was a little in shock as her hands gently washed
and massaged my now limp and tender cock, but I managed to convey the
message that I'd enjoyed it immensely!  She kept grinning, and told me that
if I worked as hard as I had been so far, I could look forward to many more
such workouts!

   Goddam!

   ***

   I told Mom about my work-out that day, and rather than being jealous,
she sat on her knees on the couch close to me, and with excitement glowing
in her eyes, she got me to tell her all about it, and in exquisite detail!

   Then, not satisfied with hearing about it, she told me to demonstrate
exactly what we did.  We cleared off the coffee table, and although it was
shorter and lower than the work-out bench, we still had a great time.

   A day later, Mom told me that she had gotten a little flabby, and would
I help her out and help her get fit?  I said sure, what would she like to
do?  Mom told me that she had an idea for a sit-up work-out, and she needed
me to hold her legs steady.  She took off her clothes, making me strip as
well, and then got on her knees to suck my cock.  Then when I was hard, she
lay back onto the coffee table and lifted her legs, bent at the knee.  She
got me to sit between her legs, which she lifted up on either side of me,
and then told me to place my boner inside her wet snatch, and hold her
legs.

   When she started to do her sit-ups, my cock was moving slightly inside
her, making Mom grin and both of us gasp.  She rolled her eyes, and then
closed them.  As she sat up, I moved my hips towards hers, a slight fucking
motion.  For a minute or two we continued like that with my eyes fastened
on her breasts as they slid and rolled on her chest, until perspiring and
blowing hard from exertion, she lay back down, and got me to take over,
which I did, with pleasure!

   Thank god that coffee table was sturdy enough to handle the pounding we
gave it!

   ***

   I passed that new way of doing the sit-ups for women to Jacob, and he
got excited, promising to let his sisters know about it.  A couple of days
later, that particular manoeuvre became a regular part of our workouts!

   Thanks, Mom!

   Natasha heard about it from her son and daughters, so she just had to
try it out for herself, feminine curiosity being what it is.

   ***

   That session with Mom wasn't a one-time thing, either.  She was serious
about getting in shape, and she worked hard at toning up.  Jacob, his Mom,
and his sisters became involved as well, and before we knew it, Mom was
getting more attention from just about everybody!  She looked fantastic!

   I have to say, Mari caught on about getting in shape, as well.  She just
couldn't stand the thought of Mom becoming prettier than her, or the amount
of attention Mom was getting from males.  So shyly at first she gradually
came around, she and Mom would do their own work-outs together, and Mom and
I would do ours later when my sister was in bed.

   (Oh, god, to be a teenager again!)

   ***

   A public holiday was coming up, so Mom suggested we go up to the cabin
for a few days, to `unwind and relax,' as she put it.  She made a phone
call to our new friends, the Lexters, asking if they wanted to join us. 
They agreed, saying that after packing for the trip, they'd be around at
our house, and follow us up there.

   Tammi and Shannon were working, so couldn't come with us, which
disappointed them and me, because I had a thing for Tammi.  I really wanted
to `get to know her better.' I'd gotten a flash of her pussy as she'd taken
off her panties when I was thirteen, and I was filled with curiosity to
know what she looked like naked.

   I'd confessed to Mom that I wanted to have sex with Tammi, and she
laughed as she told me that both her and Shannon were curious about me too!
Mom wasn't shy about telling me about her experiences with the two women.
When Mari was in bed, Mom and I would stay up, and she would tell me how
they made love, and without fail, we'd end up fucking like rabbits as our
passions were inflamed by the descriptions of the three women licking,
sucking, and kissing each other.

   Friday came, and after school, two vehicles loaded with people and gear
made the journey to our cabin in the hills.  When we arrived, Alexandra and
Svetlana stood gazing at the small cabin, looking around, impressed. 
"Wow," Svetlana said, "Mom, this is so cool!" They'd bought a couple of
tents with them, and after unloading them, we all got stuck in and set them
up on relatively level ground a little way away from the building.

   ***

   The cabin didn't have running water, so Jacob and I took some buckets
and a couple of twenty gallon plastic containers down to the stream to fill
them.  Girls have more of a bathing fetish than men do, so during those few
days, Jacob and I got a different kind of work-out, making trips to and fro
from the stream!

   Alexandra and her sister got me, on the flimsiest of excuses, to show
them around the property.  I didn't complain, the two older women shooing
us away and telling us to go and have fun.  Oh, we did!

   Mari shyly asked Jacob if she could do the same, show him around, and
smiling at the younger girl, he said he would be honoured.  My friend had
recognised earlier on that Mari had a crush on him.  Jacob focussed his
entire personality on my poor sister then.  His smile was wide yet genuine,
his eyes intense yet soft.  Even I felt the power of that fond smile he
gave her, and I was his best friend!  I tell you, in another time, and
another place, Mari would have swooned in a faint at his feet, and I would
have rushed to do battle at his merest whim.

   So with Mom and Natasha grinning indulgently, they went off in an
opposite direction than the one me and the two girls went.

   ***

   I took the sisters on a rambling trail that climbed steadily upward. 
The girls didn't complain, keeping up with me easily.  We came out above
the bush line, out of the cool shadows cast by the abundant trees that
clustered on the sloping hills.  We emerged into bright sunshine, squinting
until our eyes adjusted to the sun's glare.

   Suddenly Svetlana grabbed my hand on my left side, and pointing down,
she said, "Oh, look, is that them?"

   Alexandra stood on my right, taking my other hand, and shading her eyes,
she said, "Yes, my sister, I believe it is!"

   Far down below, I saw Jacob and Mari walking side by side, hand in hand.
They walked slowly, their legs below their knees hidden by the long grass,
making it look like they were gliding through the sea of waving "hair of
the earth," as Thomas Dekker described the pasture.

   The valley they were in was wide and verdant with growth, at least a
mile from the cabin.  They could have been the only two humans on the
planet, a veritable Adam and Eve.  Then the two of them stopped, Mari was
in his arms, and then they were kissing.  Jacob lowered his hands to Mari's
butt, and then with a hop, she was clinging to the tall teenager, her legs
wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck.  They stood like that,
the wind sighing around them, caressing their bodies in the afternoon sun.

   I heard a sniff, and turning my head, saw Alexandra wipe her eyes, which
had watered.

   "He is a man, that one," she said softly.  Svetlana squeezed my hand,
and said, "So is this one, Alexa!  He has proved himself, you know that!"

   Alexandra smiled at me, and my jealousy diminished as I looked into her
eyes.  "Yes you are, and yes, you have," she said.

   ***

   We turned away from the sight of my sister and her beau, making our way
back to the cabin.  On the way down, the girls engaged me in conversation,
drawing out of me any information about me and my family they could.  As we
shared a common secret, I knew I could trust these girls with anything I
told them.

   They made noises of commiseration when I told them about my Dad dying at
work of a heart attack, and shared with them snippets from mine and Mari's
childhood.  In return, they told me about themselves, and a bit of their
family history.

   It seems that their family came from proud Cossack stock, hearkening
back centuries.  They had survived the purges and the pogroms of the
fascists and the communists, finally escaping the tyranny to come to our
country.  There were no `royalty' as such in the Cossacks, but their family
were well placed and highly thought of.

   "Even today, in our so-called `free' world and after the fall of the
communist regime," Alexandra told me when we'd stopped by a small trickle
coming out of the hillside to wet our throats, "there are those who
remember the Free Peoples of the Steppe.  Then there are those who would
delight in our demise, as Russian memories are long, Jassa, and their
bullets are still shiny and their knives still sharp, waiting to drink our
blood."

   "Jassa?" I asked, looking at her.

   "Jason is not a Cossack name," she said simply.  "Therefore the closest
I can come to one is `Jassa." Do I do wrong in calling you this?"

   ***

   I admit, I was flattered, and `Jassa' had a nice sound to it.  I assured
this little princess that I would be proud to be called Jassa, if she so
wished.  Alexandra and her sister squealed in delight, and together we fell
to the ground as the two of them clung to me, laughing and giving me
kisses.

   We were in a dell, and as the sun warmed our bodies, the kisses got
longer and deeper.  Three sets of hands began to roam over three sets of
body parts, and I was shocked and delighted to see the sisters' hands roam
over their own bodies as well.

   "We make love with each other as well as our brother," Svetlana said. 
"Are you okay with this?"

   Was I!

   "You bet!" I said enthusiastically.  Then clothes became loosened and
discarded, and then two pairs of pert breasts were bare to my gaze, and as
I watched, two pairs of jeans and panties came off.

   Then more or less bare, the two girls lay beside me, and while one
kissed me and helped me remove my shirt, the other sister undid and removed
my jeans and underwear.  The thrill of having the breeze caressing my bare
body was electric, making me feel alive!

   Svetlana was kissing me, while Alexandra started to suck on my cock,
getting me hard and ready for them.  She was very good, having a brother to
practice on.  I lowered my head, and suckled on the younger girl's breasts.
Svetlana moaned, and held my head close to her chest.  My hand slipped
between her legs, which she opened, kneeling beside me.  My fingers
caressed her folds, while my thumb massaged and pressed on her clit.

   Then the older girl raised her leg, and then her hand was holding my
throbbing cock.  I felt dampness on the tip of my cock, and suddenly she
was impaled on my tumescence.  She moaned, and then began to ride me.  I
increased my efforts with Svetlana, making her hunch her body and give out
small cries.  Svetlana turned to her sister, and breathing heavily, she
said, "Please, sister, my turn!"

   The older girl got off me, and then the younger girl climbed over my
prone body to sit on me.  She was wet and ready, and started bouncing on
me. She suddenly stopped, and went rigid, a low keen coming from her mouth.
She was gasping, and almost fell off me.  The older girl sat on me again,
taking her sister's place, and continued where she left off.

   I rolled her onto her back, and plunged into her body again and again,
until at last I could feel my climax approaching.  I continued to fuck this
girl under me, who fucked me back in return, and then with a loud cry, I
spurted into her willing body.  Alexandra clung to me, her hips still
moving, and then she cried out, and shook as her climax claimed her.

   ***

   When we got back to the cabin, the three of us holding hands and
talking, Jacob and Mari were back already.  Mari's eyes never left my
friend's face, and when he got up to greet us, a Momentary look of panic
flitted across her face.  Jacob's sisters left my side, and went to their
mother, and had a murmured conversation.

   I looked at Mom, and she had a serene look on her face, a smile tugging
on her lips, and her eyes were dreamy.  I cocked an eyebrow at Natasha, who
looked a little rumpled, and saw Mom smirk.  I grinned, and gave her a
brief thumbs-up, before going to the cabin to grab a towel and walking off
to the stream to wash.

   As I walked in the door of the cabin, Mom and Natasha had dinner cooking
in a couple of pots beside the fireplace.  There was no power way out
there, so we did things the old fashioned way.  We had a dutch oven, from
which the smell of fresh bread emanated.

   When the bread was cooked, it was taken steaming from the dutch oven and
covered with a towel to rest.  Dinner was ready by that time, and the only
source of light was the fire and a dozen large candles, and four kerosene
lanterns.  I still remember that time with fondness.  That little scene is
imprinted on my memory where we all helped ourselves from the pots,
potatoes and a thick Russian stew heaped on our plates, with slabs of fresh
hot buttered bread and hot sweet tea to help it down, and more bread to
wipe our plates with afterward.

   Life was never better.

   ***

   After the dinner was over, and coffee was served up, Mom took the floor.
"Today has been a good day," she began.  "But it is also a day of
celebration.  One of our number has a birthday to celebrate, and I bet she
thought we'd forgotten!"

   It was my sister's thirteenth birthday, and we'd all planned this
getaway to lull her into thinking we had forgotten!

   Mari blushed prettily, while we all whistled and laughed.  Mom turned
away, and when she turned back, she had a wrapped present in her hands.

   "Mari, my love, this is for you.  Happy birthday, my beautiful
daughter!"

   She handed the present to Mari, who gasped and held it, trying not to
cry.

   "Open it!" the two sisters cried together, and blushing again, Mari
ripped the wrapping off, and we saw the box contained an ipad.  Mari's jaw
dropped, and getting to her feet, she rushed into Mom's arms, bawling and
blubbering her thanks.  When she'd calmed down, she turned, and a grinning
Natasha, Alexandra, Svetlana, and Jacob had presents in their hands for her
to open.

   "Oh no!" she cried out, tears of thanks running freely down her cheeks.
Mari looked at me, not seeing anything in my hands.  She looked forlorn,
but grinning, I opened my fist to show her a small box.  I handed it to
her, and kissed her on the cheek.  "Happy birthday, Mari," I said.

   Mari opened the box, and saw a necklace inside, her name in gold
glinting in the candle light.  Mari bawled afresh, and clung to me. 
Finally she let go of me and wiping the tears from her eyes, she accepted
the gifts from the others, and amid excited talk and laughter, she opened
them.  *** With us all watching, Natasha got up from her seat, and taking
Mari's hands in hers, the older woman said, "Mari, my child, I have talked
with your mother, and together we have come to an agreement.  There is one
more present we wish to give you, but it is of a personal nature."

   Mari looked curious, but before she could speak, Natasha continued. 
"The Gift I speak of is a great gift of love.  You have shown an interest
in my son, Yaakov, known to you as Jacob".  Mari blushed, wanting to hide,
but there was nowhere for her to do so.

   "I have spoken to Yaakov as well, and he too is in complete agreement.
You are a beautiful young woman, and if you agree, he is willing to take
you through the ceremony from girl to woman."

   The full import of what she just said hit Mari hard.  My sister's mouth
dropped open, and looking from Mom to me to Jacob, who smiled and nodded,
then to the two other girls who did the same, she turned her attention back
to the taller gorgeous woman before her.

   "Yaakov is kind, and I assure you he will be gentle for your first time.
You can decline if you think you are too young yet for this, and none of us
will think any less of you if you do.  If you agree, we will give you your
privacy, and none will intrude."

   "Holy shit," Mari breathed.  "Is this really happening?"

   But looking around, she felt the weight of every pair of eyes on her.  I
was smiling, wishing and willing her to do it, but a part of me screamed
for her not to.  I was jealous of my friend.  I had wanted to be the one to
take my sister's virginity, but it boiled down to one important thing; it
had to be her choice.  It was her body to give away if she chose, not mine
to keep to myself.

   Words failed her.  In the end, all Mari could do was nod once, her eyes
fastened onto the face of my dark-haired friend.  His eyes glowed, and a
smile appeared on his lips.  I felt my guts sink, jealousy rearing its ugly
head, and I wanted to throw up.  Mom must have seen the anguish on my face,
because she was there beside me, her arm around my shoulders.

   Natasha had seen the look as well, so she said, "It is a beautiful
night. Shall we all go outside and look at the heavens above?"

   Mom steered me toward the door, and as we went outside, tears of loss
streamed from my face.  Mari and Jacob never noticed, their eyes only for
each other.  Before the door had even closed, they were in each other's
arms, kissing.

   ***

   We retired away from the cabin, sitting by the erected tents.  Svetlana
sat one side of me, Mom on the other.  Both held me as I silently cried. 
Natasha and her daughter got a small fire lit, and as the flames consumed
the tinder and twigs, making them snap and crackle, I felt my sister's
girlhood go with the smoke as it blew away.

   When the fire had created a good bed of coals, there was a cry from
inside the cabin, and Natasha murmured, "It is done." Mom tensed, but
Natasha held her hand, and said, "Wait, Elisabeth."

   Half an hour later or so, there were more cries, but of passion and
sexual excitement this time.  Natasha smiled then, stirring the coals.

   "He is a stallion, that one.  Like his grandfather, who could service a
filly, and make a racehorse out of her!"

   "It was he who taught me the arts of love," she said with a smile.  "My
father was a bear of a man, feared by many, yet so amazingly gentle with
his women.  I cried when they laid him in his grave."

   Natasha reached into her bag, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with
the stick she'd stirred the coals with.  Then she placed more wood onto the
fire, and the area around us brightened considerably as the flames took
hold.  For the first time in my life I craved tobacco.  I asked Natasha if
I could have one, and although Mom looked disappointed, she said nothing.
The woman gave me one, and as I lit it, my head spun, but I was determined
not to choke, or puke from the acrid taste.

   Mom took the cigarette from my fingers, and puffed on it expertly.  "I
know how you feel," was all she said before giving it back to me.  We
shared that smoke until it was gone, then as we watched the door opened a
crack, letting a long finger of light stream across the meadow.

   Natasha got up, and said, "We can go back in now.  That was our signal
that they are ready for us."

   With Alexandra staying to watch the fire, the rest of us went back to
the cabin, where we found a shirtless Jacob cradling my sleeping sister
beside the nearly dead fireplace, looking down at her sleeping form,
stroking her hair.  She was wearing only panties and her shirt, looking so
small and fragile in my friend's arms.  Mom put some more fuel on the fire,
and as the flames built back up, she put the kettle on the fire to heat up.

   ***

   Chapter Four.

   ***

   The next morning, although no-one said anything about the night before,
Mari was constantly blushing, getting underfoot, until Mom grumped and got
her to go for a walk with Jacob.  Mari was off like a rocket, towing Jacob
by the hand behind her.  Natasha smiled, and said as the two of them
disappeared into the trees, "She'll prove an apt student, that one."

   "I just hope she doesn't wear him out!" Svetlana said with a grimace,
making her mother and sister chortle with glee.

   "Like you, my child?" Natasha said, laughing.

   Svetlana said something in Russian, making her mother swat her on the
rump, hard.

   "Watch your language, my girl!" she said sharply, and then she bustled
around, getting the breakfast things ready, Mom and Alexandra helping.  I
was relegated to water-boy again, but Svetlana was told to help me, in
punishment for whatever it was she said.  She was not happy as she carted
the buckets of water up the hill to the cabin.  I had to hand it to her
though, she never once tried to use her sex to make me do all the work.

   That kept us busy until it was time to eat.  Jacob and Mari turned up,
some kind of telepathy making them arrive just in time.  Mari's hair had
grass in it, and her clothes were rumpled.  She was grinning as she sat on
the floor and ate ravenously.

   There was a moment when the whole weekend almost ended in disaster. 
Mari was in the throes of her first serious crush, and was in constant
attendance around Jacob.  It was embarrassing for him, and to the rest of
us, having to watch her make a fool out of herself.  Mari was completely
oblivious to the fact that she resembled an annoying puppy, following Jacob
around and panting over him.  The only thing she didn't do was roll over
and give him her belly to rub.

   It was sickening.

   ***

   Okay, so I was still jealous.  Shoot me.

   ***

   Finally, Mom managed to prise her away from my friend, and took her
aside to speak with her.  We all watched without making that fact obvious,
and then with a horrified cry, Mari ran off, sobbing.  After a moment,
Svetlana followed her, and they were gone for quite a while.

   I kept myself busy by collecting firewood and chopping the longer pieces
down to fit into the fireplace.  I was so mad, I took a swing at a stubborn
log, and the axe-head bounced off and slammed into my chest.  I swore and
went to swing again at the offending log.  The axe was arrested in the
upward arc by Jacob who'd come up behind me.  He took it off me and told me
to sit and calm down.

   ***

   "Go away," and, "What do you want?" sprang to mind, but I clenched my
teeth and flopped to the ground, viciously tearing up handfuls of grass and
throwing it away.

   "Mother told me to give you this," he said quietly, and handed me a
cigarette and a lighter.  I had the urge to tell him to stuff them up his
ass, but I took them, mumbling my thanks.  I took them and lit the
cigarette.  I calmed down almost immediately as I sucked the smoke into my
lungs.

   "I know how hard this is for you," he said quietly as we looked out over
the sun-soaked meadow.  "Every time I see one of my sisters with another
boy, I want to cut out his guts and decorate a tree with them!"

   "I wish I knew why I feel this way, Jacob," I said miserably.  "I'm
finding it hard to see her grow up, I guess.  I love her, Jacob, and it
hurts me to see her in your arms, even if she's my sister." I said angrily,
and without thought, "When I see Mari with you, I want to kill you."

   I looked at my friend, who had a sad look on his face.  I felt really
bad, and felt a gulf open up between us.  Suddenly, that made me scared.  I
stuck out my hand, and said, "I'm sorry I said that, Jacob.  Are we still
friends?"

   Jacob looked at my hand, and then as he took it, grasping it firmly, he
smiled and said, "I am always your friend, brother.  I don't want your
sister to come between us.  You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose
that!"

   ***

   Jacob helped me carry the wood back to the cabin, and Mom and Natasha
were looking wary as they saw us return.  But the frowns turned to smiles
as they saw us talking and laughing at some inane joke between us.  We'd
talked, and we'd made up, nothing more needed to be said.  Now the only
problem we had to deal with was my sister.  We had seen the look of
embarrassment and panic that was on her face just before she ran off.

   Alexandra had followed her sister who had gone after mine.  The three
girls had been gone a long time now, and we were starting to get worried.
Just as Jacob and I volunteered to go and look for them, they turned up,
walking out of the tree line, Mari flanked by the two raven-haired girls.
Mari's face was a mess.  She had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy.

   Mari had trouble looking us in the face, ashamed of her behaviour.  I
felt a pang of guilt about the way I'd thought of her, and went to her,
embracing my sister who looked fragile at that moment.  She wrapped her
arms around me, burying her face into my shirt as I held her in my arms. 
Jacob came over and placed his hand on her shoulder about to say something,
but she tensed at his touch, turning her head away from him.  He gave her
shoulder a small pat, and walked away.  A muffled sob escaped her.

   Mom came over to us, and gently separating us, she made my sister look
at her.  "Mari, don't you ever run off like that again!" she said sternly.
"You worried us all, and the men were going to go and look for you!  We
love you, young lady, and it would break our hearts if anything ever
happened to you.  Now, go and wash your face and tidy yourself up!  You're
on dinner duty with the girls tonight, and we need you to concentrate.  Go
on, now, scoot!"

   As Mari smiled at Mom and walked away, Mom's eyes still betrayed her
worry, but she had to be strong for my little sister.  This was a delicate
time for the young girl.  She'd just lost her virginity, had gone through
the throes of her first love, and now Mom had to keep her mind busy and off
the hurts of the past few hours.

   ***

   After dinner as we all relaxed around the fireplace, Jacob and I were
playing cards, the two Lexter sisters were doing some needlework, and Mari
was sitting by herself staring into the flames.  Mom was sitting on a
cooler, with Natasha sitting on the floor between her legs as Mom plaited
her long raven hair after spending almost an hour brushing it until it
shone.  Then when it was done, Natasha leaned back into Mom's embrace,
lifting her arms and placing her elbows on Mom's knees.  Mom's hand dropped
down, and undone the top two buttons of her blouse.  Then her hand slid
under the fabric, and held the woman's breast.  Natasha sighed and leaned
back into Mom, a contented smile on her face as Mom massaged her breast.

   We all at one point looked up and saw the intimate moment between the
two women, but my sister was oblivious to what was happening.  None of us
said anything, not ignoring it as such, but just not commenting on what the
two older women were doing.  Mom dipped her head and kissed Natasha
tenderly on the lips, and whispered something into her ear.  Natasha
giggled like a girl, and a big grin broke out on her face at whatever it
was Mom had said.

   Mari chose that moment to look up, her face blank, but then when she saw
where Mom's hand was, she snapped to alertness immediately.  "Mom?" Mari
gasped, her bugging eyes fastened to Natasha's chest where Mom was still
massaging the breast in her hand.

   "Yes dear?" Mom said, dreamily.

   "Wha, what are you doing?" Mari squeaked, going pale and then blushing
in turn.  "What does it look like, dear?" Mom said quietly, fixing her with
an intent look.

   "You're, um, ah," and then unable to say more, she said, "Ohmygod!"

   Mom smiled, and speaking conversationally, she said, "Mari, when I was
eight, I discovered I liked girls.  Only much later I also discovered I
liked boys, as well.  Does this disturb you?"

   Mari nodded, at a loss for words.  Then she shook her head, her face
flaming, a look of total shock on her face at what Mom was doing, because
now Mom reached down and undid the rest of the buttons to Natasha's blouse,
and opened it, pulling the woman's bra up over her breasts, and placing
both of her hands on her ravishing orbs, started playing with her nipples.

   ***

   Jacob and I put the cards down, our game forgotten.  Alexandra and her
sister put their needlework down, a hungry look in their eyes.

   Mari was transfixed, her breath becoming shorter and one of her hands
falling to her lap.  Both of the older women were wearing dresses.  Mom's
was pulled up around her thighs to allow Natasha to sit close to her, and
Natasha's legs were out straight and crossed before her.

   As we watched, Natasha raised her legs, bent at the knee, and opened
them wide, her panty-clad vagina exposed to our eyes.  The raven-haired
beauty pulled her dress closer to her body, and began to stroke herself.  I
noticed movement, and both the sisters were taking off their jeans quietly
and without fuss.  Mari's head swivelled around to watch them, her face a
study in amazement and shock.

   Jacob took off his shirt, wordlessly nodding at me to do the same.  I'd
noticed that my cock was hard, and dropping my gaze, I saw that his was
also.  The room became filled with the smell of female arousal, inflaming
my passions.  Mari didn't know what to do, until Svetlana went to her, and
began to undo the buttons of her shirt.

   At first Mari squealed and wrapped her arms around her chest, bowing
forward slightly to protect herself, but with Alexandra behind her, holding
her arms down gently, she consented to have the younger girl, who
technically was older than her, finish what she'd started.  As her shirt
slid open, Svetlana put her hands behind my sister, and with a small yelp
from Mari, her bra became unfastened.

   Alexandra let go of Mari, to slide her hands up my sister's chest to
start massaging her breasts and kissing her neck.  Mari closed her eyes and
leaned back, a blissful smile on her face.

   ***

   You'd think that living in the same house as my sister would have given
me ample opportunity to look at my sister's body, but I was surprised to
see a very nice pair of breasts on her chest.  They were full and round,
topped with pale pink nipples.  The two girls helped Mari up, and with
Alexandra sliding her shirt and bra off, Svetlana undid her jeans and
slipped them and her panties down her beautifully toned legs.

   Mari had a full bush of hair between her legs at the apex of her thighs,
and I was panting heavily as my eyes roamed over the teenage perfection of
my sister.  With Mari leaning back against Alexa, Lana leaned into Mari,
and holding her hips, she began to lick my sister's pussy.  Mari grabbed
her head, and groaned deliciously.

   "Oh my god, that's incredible!" she moaned as the girl before her lapped
at her sex.  Mom and Natasha stood, and began to disrobe.  Then nude, they
turned to hold each other, and began to kiss passionately.  Jacob and I
stood, him going to Mari and his sisters, me to the ladies, Mom holding out
her hand to me.

   I joined the older women, who enveloped me into their embrace.  Both
women went to their knees, undid my jeans, tugging them down my thighs
along with my underwear.  They began taking turns to take me into their
mouths, sucking and licking my turgid shaft.  Then Mom turned around, and
on all fours, she put her hand on her sex and rubbed her pussy, looking at
me.  Natasha positioned me behind her, and as I knelt down, she held my
cock at the entrance to Mom's vagina, and with a push and a groan, I was
buried inside her incredible warmth.

   We were looking right at Mari, who was staring at us, her mouth open,
panting as though she'd just run a race.  Then her eyes rolled up in her
head, and with a cry, she shook as an orgasm crashed through her.  Mari's
legs gave out, and with the three helping her, they lay her down on the
floor.  Lana moved to the side, and Jacob moved between my sister's legs,
sliding deep into her folds.

   ***

   She was so wet I heard slurping sounds as my friend pumped away.  I was
pumping into my mother, who raised her hips by lying on her chest and
slammed back at me.

   "Don't come yet, baby," she said.  "Natasha wants your cock as well. 
Slow down, Jason, make it last!"

   With an effort of will, I did as she asked.  Mom closed her eyes and
moaned.  I pumped into her, feeling her slick pussy clench at my member. 
Mom pulled away, turning to lie on her back.  I entered her again, and
began to move into her body.  Then grasping me around my shoulders, she
gave a little cry, shuddering under me.  She stopped me moving into her. 
Pushing at my chest, she rolled away, and Natasha took her place on the
floor under me.  Mom knelt next to me, sucking and licking my cock clean.

   Then she took me in her hand, and aimed it at Natasha's wet and slippery
pussy.  I leaned into her body, and slid home.  Her snatch was as snug as
Mom's, and as we moved together, I could feel the cum boil and bubble in my
balls.

   "Such a man," Natasha was murmuring.  "Such a wonderful man!  Fuck me,
my wonderful man!"

   I slipped off the restraints, and pounded into her body.  She fucked me
back, her hands massaging and mashing her breasts.  Then with a cry, I
arched my back and shot into her pussy, jerking with the force of my
ejaculations.

   ***

   I heard a distant wail, my mind registering that Mari had climaxed
again. I lay over Natasha, gasping, sweat running into my eyes, making me
blink the drops away.  I slid out of the woman beneath me, who lay there
grinning at me, her hooded eyes glowing with triumph.  Mom came to her, and
as I sat to the side, Mom went between her friends' legs, and began to lick
her drenched pussy, cleaning and swallowing her fluids and mine.

   Natasha threw back her head, and with a wail of her own, climaxed into
Mom's face, her hips shaking with the force of her cum.  I looked at the
others, and saw Mari and Lana kissing, their hands in each other's pussies,
their fingers moving rapidly.  Alexa was sitting on Jacob's cock, bouncing
for all she was worth.

   Then Jacob grabbed his sister by the waist, and in a quick manoeuvre,
was on top of her, pounding into her body as she cried out.

   Jacob was holding her legs high into the air, his cock slamming into his
sister.  Alexa was crying out with each penetration, her eyes screwed up
and closed.  Then with a roar, Jacob climaxed, pulling out his cock which
Alexa immediately latched onto with her mouth.  Some of his fluid hit her
in the face, but neither of them noticed.  She drank his seed greedily,
pulling away when he had finished spurting, and was going soft in her
mouth.

   Mari and Lana were moaning and crying into each other's mouths as the
kissed, and then the cries became desperate as they climaxed together. 
They held each other tightly, moaning and sighing with happiness.

   ***

   Jacob was licking Alexa, who lay back with her legs in the air again. 
He was taking it slow, allowing her to feel every swipe of his tongue.  We
all watched as she moved sinuously in time to his licks.  Then with a loud
sobbing cry, she climaxed, grabbing his head by the hair and humping his
face.

   When she was done, she lay back, her chest rising and falling as she
fought to bring her breath under control.  Jacob sat on the floor, and
taking a couple of logs, he put them on the fire.  As the flames took hold,
the room brightened, revealing seven sweaty, happy, tired people.

   We remained nude, the women getting up to clean themselves up, Jacob and
I getting things ready for a hot drink.

   We made love again that night, in various combinations with the women
but me not with Mari as the other women seemed to have designs of their own
for me, finally all of us falling asleep in a heap on the floor.  Natasha
and Alexa donned some clothing to go and get their sleeping bags and mats
from the tents.  Someone or other would wake during the night, and
replenish the fire, to keep us warm.

   Jacob and Mari made love as we slept, her cries only vaguely registering
in my sleepy state.  I was glad they'd made up.  I loved them both very
much.

   ***

   Then a recession hit, and Jacob and I had to leave school to find work.
We'd had our names down with the lumber company, with promises of jobs when
we'd graduated school, but things were tight all around, until we finally
found work with a roadside cleaning crew, picking up rubbish, slashing
weeds and cutting up deadfall on forest tracks.  It was hard demanding
labour, but with us working out and being in top physical condition, we
outlasted many who'd turn up for work, only to quit after less than a week.

   Jacob became supervisor when the other man quit and moved away to find
better prospects for him and his family.  I became his number two, the
youngest pair in the history of the company, but together we worked hard,
and expected everybody else to do likewise.  One man decided he wasn't
going to take orders from `a couple of kids' as he called us.  He took a
swing at Jacob, who with one hit put him on his ass.

   Jacob fired him on the spot, but a week later he was back, and chastened
he begged for his job back, as he was a single father and had four kids to
support.  We kept an eye on him, but he turned out to have learnt his
lesson, and worked hard to prove himself.

   He moved away a month later, his brother-in-law giving him a job in
construction in another town.  Before he left, he went to Jacob and shook
his hand, telling him he was sorry for his behaviour when we first joined
the crew.  They parted friends, and we were genuinely sorry to see him go.

   ***

   Jacob turned our crew into the best in the company, weeding out the
slackers, and replacing them.  Every time a shit job was given to us, we
excelled in completing it on time.  We became the highest paid work crew as
a result, many literally fighting for the chance to join us.  But with the
recession, our guys protected their jobs, and each other.  We knew each
other, and relied on each other, as some jobs were downright dangerous.  We
knew the guys would watch our backs, and we did the same for them, trust
and respect bonding us closer together.

   ***

   We only lost one guy, who took a chance he shouldn't have despite Jacob
telling him to back off.  He was young and foolhardy, and ended up slipping
on unstable ground and fell off a bluff, being lucky to have only broken
both his legs.  Dumb bastard could have been killed.  The replacement we
got was given hell until she'd proven her worth.  Yes, we were given a
female replacement.  Rosie by name, she was thorny by nature, a pretty
blonde girl of twenty-three, thin and wiry, but with a huge chip on her
shoulder.

   She walked with a slight limp, but could keep up with us as we worked.
The only time someone asked her, politely!  how she'd gotten the limp, she
nearly tore his head off, so we dropped it, and pretended not to notice. 
We actually didn't after a while, as each of us had our own peculiarities.

   She did her work, kept to herself, and had a large range of swear words
that she used prolifically.  Jacob had to tell her to save her breath and
keep them to herself.  She didn't like that, but she took his advice to
heart, muttering under her breath when he wasn't around.

   ***

   One of the crew, a Brazilian from Rio, took it upon himself to woo our
new crewmate.  To him, no meant yes, and he was convinced she just `needed
warming up,' despite being repeatedly told that she wasn't interested in
him, or in any of us.  Finally, on a hot and wooded hillside, the sun
blazing down on us, she snapped, and kneed him in the nuts.  The guy, whose
name was unpronounceable, but whom we called `Sanchez,' made a fist and
went to swing at her.  Rosie went into a crouch, and drew her work knife.
Sanchez was growling as he advanced on her.  Jacob shouted, "Sanchez, back
off!  You deserved that, asshole, now leave her alone!"

   Sanchez stopped, threw a very nasty word at Jacob, and turned back to
the woman.  Jacob snarled, and swinging his grubber over his head, once,
twice, he let it go, and it spun through the air to take him behind the
knees.  Sanchez howled as fell backwards.

   Jacob was there, and grabbing the man by his shirt front with one hand,
he unsnapped his work belt with the other.  Sanchez knew what that meant.
He began to stammer out excuses and apologies, but the angry man above him
was having none of it.  Picking the pale man up to stand on his feet, Jacob
thrust him toward where the truck was parked, a very long and lonely walk
away.

   "Fuck off, Sanchez, you're fired," he growled.

   "But it is over twenty miles to town!" Sanchez howled.

   "You'd better be fucking walking fast then!" Jacob said, picking up the
discarded belt.

   None of our crew had a mote of sympathy for the now cowed man as he
walked away from us.  He knew he should have kept away from Rosie when
she'd told him `no' the first time, and now his actions had caught up with
him.  Raising his fist to a woman made things much worse for him, as
everyone knew how Jacob and I felt about such behaviour.  When Jacob and I
had first joined the company, one guy from another crew had been beaten
badly by my friend for bragging about how he'd `kept his bitch in line.'

   ***

   Jacob called a break to tend to Rosie who had gone pale, slumping to the
ground and shaking badly.  He had to prise her fingers off the knife, which
she gripped tightly.  He slipped it back into the sheath, and taking his
water bottle, he offered it to her.  She grabbed it, and drank greedily.

   The rest of us sat off to one side as Jacob spent time with Rosie,
making sure she was alright.  As supervisor, our welfare out in the boonies
was his responsibility, and he took such responsibility seriously.  After a
few minutes the newest member of our crew stood up, and brushing off her
clothes, assured Jacob she was fine, and demanded he stop fussing over her.

   "I'm not a child, dammit!" she snapped as he asked her again if she was
indeed fine.  Jacob nodded, and turning to us, he said, "Come on, guys, we
got work to do, and we won't get it done sitting around here all day!"

   As we worked, he pulled out his walkie, told base what had happened, and
was told that a truck would be sent out to collect the miscreant.  "He
won't get off lightly," he was told.  "The cost of his ride is coming out
of his pay!" That made us laugh, lightening the sombre mood.  *** The
replacement, a thirty-something man named Bob Jensen, got his share of shit
from us all, including Rosie, who was glad she was no longer the `newbie.'
But she rode the new guy so much that Jacob had to tell her to shut up and
back off.  We couldn't figure her out.  A couple of the fella's thought she
might be a man-hating lesbian, but she showed no interest in the members of
her own sex.  One of the other crews had butch lesbians in their number,
but they were tolerant of the swinging dicks, as they called us.

   She had one hell of an attitude, but wouldn't let anyone inside her
shell, so she remained a mystery to us.  She worked hard, no doubt about
that, like she had something to prove, but that was redundant.  She'd
proved herself to us, and had been accepted, but she seemed the single
occupant of her own dark world.

   ***

   The recession was still biting at everyone's tail-feathers, and someone
back at head office came up with the bright idea of cost-cutting.  Jobs had
to go to save money, and as a way to set an example, they decided to start
with our crew first.

   Our boss wasn't happy, in fact he was spitting nails at the insult, as
he saw it.  When we'd finished for the day, he met us by our truck.

   "Goddam it, Jake," he was the only one to be allowed to call Jacob that,
"this is the shittiest piece of crap they've come up with yet!  I wouldn't
touch your crew with a fucking ten foot barge pole when it comes to firing
people!  You're the goddam best we got, and they want to gut your crew like
a fucking fish!"

   When O'Reilly, our boss, calmed down a bit, he told us that a member of
the local government was coming to visit in the next couple of days.  "I
want you and your whole crew there, Jake.  If he sees you face to face, the
prick might change his mind, and start with one of the more useless crews I
got!"

   "That's where he should have fucking started," he muttered as he turned
away, letting us knock off and go home.

   ***

   It was Friday, so we had the whole weekend to stew over what O'Reilly
had told us.  We agreed to meet at a local bar that night to discuss what
we were going to do.  Then we went our separate ways, looking forward to
meeting up later for a few beers.

   We knew Monday would come soon enough, and there was nothing we could do
about it in the meantime.  Only two didn't turn up, Parkman, who we called
`Pacman,' after the game, and for the fact his jaws were constantly
flapping, and Jessop, a born-again Christian and a teetotaller.

   Jessop was a nice friendly guy anyway, so we didn't hold his religion
against him.

   So there was myself, Jacob, Rosie, Reuben, Jensen, Patrick, Don and
Willie clustered around a table drinking beer and discussing the upcoming
meeting.  Patrick, who was as Irish as they come, complete with a broad
brogue that got worse the more he drank, and already into his fourth beer,
slapped the table and said loudly, "Fook this, em nah standing for it! 
Thet piece of shite ken go an' fook himsel'!

   Willie, an ex-pat Englishman with an upper crust accent, raised his
glass in a salute, and said, "What he said!"

   Rosie sat there not saying anything, but obviously listening to us talk.
As the glasses were emptied and refilled, she did her best to keep up, and
when Patrick, "Padraig, ye fookin' airsoles!" started on the whiskey, Rosie
became game and tried to match him.  Jacob, who was backed up by those who
knew Patrick's drinking habits well, tried his best to warn her that the
big Irishman could drink a stream dry, but she gave him a shitty look, and
ignored him.  So Jacob shrugged, and let her go.

   ***

   It was when her forehead hit the table into a puddle of spilt beer amid
drunken cheers and applause that Jacob finally called a halt to the
evening's festivities, and as Rosie was nowhere near sober, he and I picked
her up her boneless body and took her home.  Reuben and Jensen went home as
well, but Patrick, Don and Willie stayed, looking as fresh as ever.  I
don't know how they did it, managing to sink so much alcohol.

   ***

   Rosie's babysitter let us in when we knocked on the door.  She was a
pretty little brunette girl, about sixteen, with shoulder-length hair and
glasses.  She was a little thin and mousy, but she had a beautiful smile
when her eyes saw my friend.

   A young girl of about ten or eleven came out of a bedroom, her blonde
hair tousled and looking sleepy.  Rosie's eyes focussed for a moment, and
with a happy yowl, she cried, "Bayyybeee!  and went to give her a hug. 
Jacob and I had to grab her as she almost slumped to the floor, as her legs
gave way beneath her.

   "Is this your little sister?" Jacob asked, and raising her face to him,
Rosie gave her head a slow shake and slurred, "Nah m' sta!" Then proudly
she beamed at us, "Tha's m' dawna!"

   That stumped us.  We looked at each other, both of our minds working. 
If this girl was indeed her daughter, Rosie must have been twelve or
thirteen when she fell pregnant.  We looked at each other again, and
shrugging, Jacob picked up the inebriated woman into his arms and carried
her into her room, and laid her on the bed.

   "So tired," she mumbled, curling into a ball on her side.  So leaving
her there, we made our goodbyes to the babysitter, the little girl looking
at us with serious brown eyes, not saying a word.  Then she turned, and
went into her mother's room.

   ***

   Chapter Five

   ***

   The next day, Jacob checked his car and found Rosie's handbag still on
the back seat.  So doing the neighbourly thing, he picked me up, and we
took it back to Rosie's place.  I knocked on the door, but got no answer. I
knocked again, still no answer, and as we went to turn away, we heard a cry
from inside.  Fearing the worst, we tried the door handle, which turned and
the door opened.  Walking inside, we heard another muffled cry, so making
our way to the bedrooms, we opened one of the doors, and what we saw gave
us a shock!

   Rosie was on the bed, on her knees, naked, her legs wide open, her
fingers buried deep into her shaven pussy.  Her head was between her
daughters legs, her mouth and lips fastened onto her little daughter's
immature pussy.  The girl was naked also, and was moving her hips under her
mother's mouth, moaning and watching her mother as she obviously enjoyed
the attention her mother was giving to her.

   Just then, the girl looked up, and with a high-pitched scream and a
horrified look, she curled up into a ball, grabbing a pillow and trying to
hide herself under it.  Rosie's eyes were unfocussed, and then as they
cleared, she turned and saw Jacob and I standing at the door.

   "Fuck!" she yelled, rolling off the bed to stand nude before us,
terrified.  Jacob and I backed out of the room and silently closed the
door, heading for the kitchen.  I was too shocked for words, and Jacob's
hands actually shook a little as he filled the kettle with water, plugged
it in the socket, and set it on the bench to boil.

   ***

   Jacob had just finished pouring three coffees when Rosie appeared at the
kitchen table.  She was fully dressed, and her eyes were wary and hostile.
Jacob sat down, and pushed a cup of steaming brew toward the woman as she
sat down opposite us.

   She ignored it.

   "What the fuck are you doing here in my house?" she demanded, almost
chewing on the words.  She snarled, "Did you get a good look, you fucking
perverts?" Jacob shook his head, and quietly said, "Calm down, Rosie. 
Talking like that isn't going to help matters any."

   "Calm down!  Fuck you, calm down!  You break into my home, and spy on me
and my daughter!  I should be fucking calm?"

   Her voice was going up in volume, and her face flushed with
embarrassment and hate.

   "We heard a cry from inside the house," I said.  "We thought you were
hurt." "Well I'm not!" she snapped at me.

   "I can see that," I replied as calmly as I could.

   Rosie muttered something along the lines of, "Fucking smartass, fucking
asshole!" She had her arms crossed across her chest, her legs crossed under
the table.  Her whole body posture screamed her defensiveness.

   "So why the fuck are you two here anyway, hmmm?  What the fuck do you
want?" Jacob had his head down, his elbows on the table.  Then he raised
it, looked Rosie in the eye, and said, "I found your handbag in my car.  We
came around to give it back to you.  It's on the bench over there."

   The angry woman flicked her eyes at it, then returned her gaze to us to
glare furiously at Jacob.

   Then he sat up and said, "As to what I want, there are three things,
Rosie.  One, don't drink so damn much when you're out with us, pace
yourself so that you can have a good time.  Two, lay off Jensen, the new
guy, I'm getting pissed at your attitude toward him, and three, I want to
know what your fucking problem is!"

   ***

   Just then, the daughter came silently into the kitchen, looking scared
and intimidated by the two sunburned and serious men at her kitchen table.
She was dressed now in jeans and a tee shirt, her feet bare, and her little
nipples showing plainly on two lovely bumps on her chest.  Her body was
developing the womanly curves that would draw the eyes of men later in
life. They drew mine.  For a moment, I was reminded of Mari at that age. 
Their body shapes were so similar.  She stood by her mother, putting her
hand on her shoulder.

   "Mom?' she said, her voice trembling.  "Is everything alright?"

   The angry woman made an effort to calm down, and as level-voiced as she
could manage, she said, "Yes, dear, everything's fine.  Go to your room,
hon, we'll talk later.  Depending on what's going to happen here today, we
may have to move away."

   The girl screwed up her face, and with a wail clung to her mother and
said, "No, Mom, please!  I like it here!  I have friends at school!  I
can't leave them!  Not again!  Please, Mom?"

   The girl was crying now, her little body shaking with sobs.  With her
head buried into her mother's neck, Rosie stroked her back.  So giving me
and my friend a filthy look, she enveloped the girl in her arms, soothing
her.

   "You don't have to move, Rosie," I said quietly.  "We aren't going to
say anything.  We all have our secrets, and they're nobody's business but
our own."

   Rosie glared at me as she held and soothed her weeping daughter.  She
opened her mouth a couple of times to say something, but ended up staying
silent.  Jacob reached into his shirt pocket, took out a small pad and pen,
and wrote something on a piece of paper which he tore out of the pad.

   He placed the paper on the table, and said, "We have someone I'd like
you to talk to.  Here's the address.  Be there at six tonight, Rosie."

   Rosie snarled, "I'm not talking to no fucking shrink!"

   Jacob gave her a serious look, and said, "This person is no shrink,
Rosie.  In fact, she's better than any shrink.  She's my mother, and she'll
understand, believe me.  As I said, be there at six o'clock tonight.  Both
of you, you hear me?"

   His tone brooked no opposition, and he was deadly serious.

   Rosie had gone pale, and with a hunted look, she nodded.

   ***

   As we drove away from the house, Jacob pulled out his cell, and made two
calls.  One, a call to his mother, and the other, a call to mine as he
explained what had happened.  He had called a family meeting, his and mine
combined, at his place as it was larger than mine.  We didn't speak as he
dropped me off at my house, and as I watched him drive away, I couldn't
help thinking about what we'd seen in Rosie's house, and wondering how we
were going to handle this amazing situation.

   ***

   You may have wondered why I let Jacob take over?  Simple really.  He was
a natural leader, and as a mark of respect for my friend, I always deferred
to him when some decisions needed making.  He was my boss at work, and away
from work, he was my best friend, and closer than any brother could be.

   ***

   There was an air of seriousness as we all gathered together that night.
No-one spoke much.  Natasha and Mom kept the girls busy in the kitchen
making dinner.  Jacob and I sat at the table, sipping on a cool beer and
talking quietly.  We kept watching the clock, the minutes dragging by while
we waited for the knock on the door.

   At two after six, there was a hesitant tapping on the door, and when
Mari opened it, Rosie and her daughter stood there, looking like they
wanted nothing more than to turn around and high-tail it back out of there.
They were both dressed in their `good' clothes, and had made an effort to
apply a little make-up.  Both were scared shitless as they were invited in,
sitting down on the edge of the couch as though to relax was to accept a
painful death.

   Rosie and her daughter held hands, almost afraid to let each other go.
Mom made them a hot drink, and tried to engage them in conversation as
dinner was almost ready to be served.  Both of them didn't say much in the
company of so many strange people, strange as in strangers.

   Finally we were called for dinner, and as we ate, things were a little
strained, to say the least.

   ***

   But, we muddled through.  Mari got the young girl talking, after a nod
from her mother telling her it was alright to talk to the older girl. 
Rosie seemed to thaw listening to the girls chatting in between mouthfuls,
and when the subject of literature came up, one of Mari's passions, the
young girl's face lit up and then she was off, telling Mari, and by default
the rest of us, all about the books she'd read, and those she loved.

   Rosie had a surprised look on her face, and I got the distinct
impression she hadn't known about this side of her daughter's interests. 
She actually listened with curiosity, her head cocked slightly to one side
as the preteen was in a whirl of chatter, raving about a certain book.  I
won't mention it; it had to do with vampires and werewolves.

   The older women had indulgent smiles on their faces.  They'd seen the TV
series, and like all women, they'd gone gaga over the rippling muscles and
pretty-boy looks of the male characters.

   Alexandra silently left the table, returning after a minute with a boxed
set of DVD's, which she handed to the girl.  She stopped her chatter as
Alexa put it beside her plate, and kissing the child on the cheek, she told
the girl it was hers.

   The youngster looked down, and then her eyes bugged out, and looking up
at the smiling young woman, she squealed and burst into happy tears.  She
stood up and hugged Alexa, crying her thanks and noticing the grins on all
our faces.  "Momma, look!" she said, gushing and bright-eyed.  Rosie smiled
for the first time that I could remember, and she looked very pretty when
she did that.  The boxed set was the first series, and holding it to her
chest and sitting down again, she forgot about the remains of her dinner as
she looked at them.

   "Don't think you're going to stay up all night watching those," Rosie
said sternly.

   "Awww, momma, jeez!" the girl said embarrassed, blushing as we all
laughed.

   ***

   After dinner, Mom and Natasha took Rosie gently by the hand saying,
"Come with us, It's time we talked."

   Both Rosie and her daughter had panicked looks at being separated, but
Mom assured her that the girls would look after her, and turning to Jacob
and I, asked us if we would go to the garage while they talked.  We smiled,
nodded, and left them to it.

   Even to this day Mom won't tell me what she and Natasha talked about
that first time they met.  That was between those two, so it was none of my
business, and I didn't ask again.

   We chatted, but there were long periods of silence as we waited.  At one
point, we heard raised voices, but not actual words.  Rosie's daughter came
out to hand us a coffee each, which we made sure to thank her for, earning
us a shy smile, then we went back to waiting.

   Finally, after an age, we were called into the house.  Alexa led us into
the living room, where mom and Natasha were sitting on either side of
Rosie, whose eyes were red and bloodshot from crying.

   "You've told us," Natasha said firmly to the weeping woman.  "Now, you
must tell them."

   ***

   Rosie gave her the classic, "Do I have to?" look, at which Natasha
patted her hand and nodded.

   Rosie sat there a moment, and then gathering herself, she began. 
"Jacob, you've wanted to know what my problem was, and the hard part is
where to begin."

   She gave a deep sigh, and then continued.  "I was bought up on an Army
base.  My father was a drill instructor, one of the old school.  He was a
hard man, and he treated mom and I as if we were his recruits.  He also
drank quite a bit when he was off-duty.  He seemed to be drunk all the
time."

   "By the time I was eight, I knew how to fight, how to use a knife, any
number of ways a person can be killed by a blow or from a weapon, and you
can bet that didn't make me many friends among the children on the bases
where we were stationed."

   "My father always wanted me near him when he was at home, and when he'd
order me to stand at attention next to him, I had to suffer his hands
roaming all over my body.  He'd grope my ass and my pussy, pushing his
fingers into my holes, twisting my nipples making me cry out.  I had to
learn not to make a sound when he did that, because if I did, he'd beat
me."

   "He wanted to make me tough, he said.  "Soldiers had to be tough!' was
one of his favourite expressions."

   "He taught me to keep a knife sharp.  If it wasn't up to his standard,
he'd beat me.  If he couldn't shave with that knife, he'd beat me.  I was
terrified of him."

   ***

   "When I turned eleven, the hell on earth I was living in got worse,
much, much worse.  My father decided, in a drunken moment, to make me a
woman.  I begged him not to, but his slaps made me shut my mouth, which had
filled with blood.  Mom had drunk herself to sleep, as she knew what was
going to happen.  He'd told her, you see.  So rather than face him and
protect me, she chose oblivion rather than stand up for me."

   The tears were pouring down her face unheeded, big fat drops that
dripped from her chin.

   "There was no love, no gentleness as I imagined my first time to be. 
There was no knight in shining armour, no handsome rescuer.  Instead, there
was pain, terror, and ripping agony."

   The traumatised woman sat there, her arms wrapped around herself, her
face pale and her eyes unfocussed as she related her story to us.

   "I couldn't help it, I screamed when he tore into me.  He didn't even
wait for my body to be ready; he just ripped off my clothes, forced me down
onto the floor, and mounted me.  I tried to fight, but he kept beating me
the more I struggled.  When I screamed, he beat me nearly unconscious with
his fist."

   ***

   I looked at Jacob's face.  He was angry, more than angry.  He was livid.
His eyes glowed with hate for the faceless father of this woman, his
work-mate.  The women around us were pale, and each one had tears of
sympathy for Rosie, who had stopped her recital to put her face into her
hands and sob.  Her daughter went to her, holding her mother tightly.

   As she calmed, Rosie sniffed, and took a Kleenex that Mom passed to her.
Most of the women had one by now.  "I had just turned twelve when I became
pregnant with my daughter.  It was my first period, which Dad had been
waiting for.  Mom couldn't, or wouldn't, give him any more children, so I
was the one who would give him, as he put it, "lots of little fuck-holes to
play with!"

   "As he would rape me whenever the fancy took him, I learned to
disconnect from the feeling of him ramming into me.  I would concentrate
instead on the beautiful life growing inside my belly.  I would speak to my
child in my mind, telling her I loved her, probably the only person who
would in this cold and lonely world!"

   "Everybody, I'd like you meet my daughter, Octavia."

   Finally we had a name for this sweet child.  But this was no happy
moment, and no-one smiled.

   "I named her Octavia for a Roman Queen because we have Italian ancestry,
and for the fact she was born in October.  My father didn't care that she
was his.  In fact he told me repeatedly that when she was old enough, she
was going to be the next to be bred by him!"

   ***

   We heard Jason growl, and at that moment, with his dark hair and savage
eyes, he looked like a werewolf.  Octavia shuddered, but her eyes held
wonder, and something else.  It certainly wasn't fear!

   "The rapes continued for a while after I'd given birth, but mercifully
they stopped when the doctors informed my father that because I'd had a
baby so young, I couldn't have any more children.  So the beatings
continued, and one night in a fit of rage, he twisted my leg so badly, I
now have a permanent limp to remind me of him."

   Jacob got up out of his seat and stomped towards the door.

   Natasha called out, "My son!  Don't do anything stupid!"

   Jacob turned to her, and said with a snarl, "Stupid's already been done!
I need some air!"

   Then he went out the front door, slamming it behind him.

   Natasha hung her head, and said softly, "Oh dear."

   ***

   Rosie had a panicked look on her face, clutching Octavia to her body. 
"What's he going to do?" she asked, her voice filled with fear.

   "I don't know," Natasha said, "but I wouldn't want to be your father
tonight!  Jacob is in a killing mood!  My father had the same look, and woe
to him who made him angry!"

   Jacob came back an hour later, calm but still infuriated.  He apologised
to everyone for storming out, to Rosie and Octavia especially, but they
shied away from him when he went to his knee in front of them, begging
their forgiveness for frightening them.

   Natasha raised him to his feet, and hugged him, saying, "Give them time,
my son.  We have told them you are not a monster like her father."

   Jacob looked lost, so turning away, he went to the fridge and got
himself a beer.

   ***

   Natasha went to Jacob as he stood there with the beer bottle in his
hand, staring at the floor.

   "My son, Rosie must finish her tale.  Will you be okay to hear it?"
Jacob looked up, and there were tears in his eyes.  Svetlana went to him
and gave him a hug, her hands rubbing his back and a tear dripped from his
face into her hair.

   "I'll be fine," he whispered.  "This is just so damned hard to listen
to, mother!"

   "I know," she said gently, "but she must drain the poison from her soul,
if she is to survive!"

   Jacob nodded, and resumed his seat in the living room with us.  Svetlana
sat on his lap, cuddled into her big brother, kissing him on the cheek.

   ***

   We sat there, looking at Rosie expectantly.  Her wary eyes were on
Jacob, so he apologised once more, and assured her he wasn't about to
explode, or anything like that.  Rosie didn't look convinced, but continued
where she'd left off.

   "When Octavia had turned eight, my father, still a drunken bastard,
decided that she was now ready to `learn about the birds and the bees.' So
he dragged her out of my arms, and into his bedroom, slamming the door
behind them.  I screamed and kicked at the door trying to open it, but it
was locked, and with my gammy leg, I didn't have the strength to even budge
it.  I could hear Octavia crying and screaming, and the sound of my father
hitting her.  So I panicked, and ran outside to find someone to help."

   "Just as luck would have it, a couple of officers were passing by in a
jeep, and so I waved them down and told them what was happening.  They
jumped out of the vehicle, and ran into the house.  One of them kicked the
door in, and we all saw my father with his pants down, mounting my
daughter. She was beaten half-unconscious, and there was blood on the bed
everywhere!"

   "I lost any shred of sanity I possessed when I saw the blood.  All I
could think was, `He's killed her, he's killed my baby!' I snatched my
knife, a WWII fighting knife that I'd been given on my seventh birthday,
and pulling it out of the sheath, before anyone could do anything to stop
me, I shoved that sharp knife between his legs!"

   ***

   Rosie reached into her handbag, and pulled out a wicked looking knife.
It was about eight to ten inches long, honed to needle-point sharpness, and
had a heavy-looking knuckleduster as part of the handle, which had wooden
scales, or grips.  She took it from the sheath, and it looked very, very
deadly.

   "I always take this with me everywhere I go now.  It saved my daughter,
and I feel naked without it."

   She put it back into the sheath, and into her handbag, which she placed
by her feet.  Then she sighed, and I knew her tale was coming to an end.

   "He can never have sex with a woman anymore.  The doctors told him that
he was lucky he didn't have to shit or piss into a plastic bag for the rest
of his life!"

   "My father is now spending the rest of his life in the army stockade for
his crimes.  He swore revenge on me, and told me in the courtroom that if
he ever got the chance, he'd come looking for me, and both of us would
die."

   ***

   Octavia spoke for the first time since her mother began her tale,
saying, "It really hurt, what he did to me.  I thought I was going to die.
I fell asleep when they pulled him off me."

   "You were unconscious, dear, from blood loss" Rosie said softly, "I was
so afraid, I thought you were going to die, too!"

   "She was in surgery for hours, the surgeons fixing the damage that scum
had done to her.  He'd tore her up pretty badly in his haste to rape her."

   Rose buried her head in her daughter's hair for a moment, and when she
raised her head, her eyes were flinty and hard.  She angrily said, "The
damage was done though.  Octavia can never have children.  My father saw to
that!"

   ***

   Svetlana spoke up, and curious, she asked, "If Octavia was eight, that
would have made you, what, twenty, twenty-one?  Why didn't you leave there
beforehand?"

   I'm sure each one of us had wondered that, so Rosie said, "Fear,
Svetlana, pure and simple.  I was so very afraid of him.  He'd told me that
if I'd ever left him, he'd have his friends track me down and bring me back
to face his punishment.  There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers in
this country.  Any one of them might have been a friend of my father's."

   "Mother blamed me for taking her husband away from her.  He terrorised
her as much as me, but she stood by him at the trial.  I finally packed our
clothes and left.  I couldn't stay there any more, the memories were too
strong.  As we drove away from the base, someone shot at us, the bullet
going through the back window behind my head."

   Reaching for her throat, Rosie pulled a golden chain from under her
dress, and it had a twisted lump of copper jacketed lead at the end of it.

   "You see?  He reached out from prison to have us killed."

   ***

   Natasha looked at Jacob, and in Russian, she said, "Yaakov, I think it
may be time to call in a favour.  Tell Anatoly I need to speak with him." I
had been learning Russian for a while now, and could keep up with the fast
pace of their language.  I didn't let on how much I understood, and was
surprised at how many people this family knew.

   "Yes, Mother," he said, nodding, his face betraying nothing, and got up
pulling out his cell phone.  As he left the room, Natasha said to Rosie,
smiling in apology, "I'm sorry, please forgive us.  It is family business!"

   Both Alexandra and Svetlana looked innocent, but their eyes shone with
malicious glee.  They knew who this `Anatoly' was!

   ***

   Then my mother spoke, and asked, "When my son and Jacob found you two in
the bedroom, and saw what you were doing, how did that start?"

   Rosie blushed, and said, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask, but now that
you have, I guess I must answer."

   She drew Octavia closer, and then said, "It was about a year ago.  I had
gone to bed early, and during the night, Octavia climbed in next to me and
cuddled into me.  I was holding her, being half-asleep.  I had been
dreaming, a very erotic dream.  I haven't had sex with anyone, male or
female, since my father had raped me.  I got very wet between my legs, and
slowly, so as not to wake my baby, I began to masturbate."

   "I had just started to masturbate before my father raped me, and in my
childish mind, I thought it was God's punishment for me playing with
myself." "I hadn't touched myself except to wash.  I still had the fear
that if I masturbated, something bad was going to happen to me."

   Alexandra knitted her brows, and shook her head negatively.

   "After we left my mother, and settled down in a new town, I started to
have what you'd call `wet dreams.' I'd be so wound up with supressed sexual
urges that I forced myself to touch myself sexually again"

   "My first cum was so powerful, it was like an atom bomb had exploded in
my body, down by my pussy!"

   Both Svetlana and Alexandra were nodding, and even Mom and Natasha gave
a slight nod of understanding.

   ***

   Why I felt so inadequate at that moment, I'll never know!

   ***

   "So that night, I was slowly rubbing myself, and I didn't know that my
daughter was awake, listening to me."

   "I was so close, my orgasm was starting to peak.  A moment more and I
would have cum.  Then I nearly shit myself when this little girl said to
me, "I do it too, Mom."

   "I lay there, in astonishment, confusion and panting like a dog out in
the sun.  Octavia rolled over to face me, and I swear, she looked me in the
eye, and wanted to know if we could do it together!"

   Octavia was smiling, her head down and blushing with embarrassment. 
Rosie kissed her, a big loud wet smack on the cheek, and for the first time
that night, she smiled and sat back to relax.  The girl sat on her lap,
putting her head on her mother's shoulder and her tiny hand on her breast.

   Rosie's nipples had become hard and she slid down the couch a bit
further to hold Octavia loosely and to stretch her legs.

   Both Mom and Natasha, sitting on each side of her, kicked off their
shoes and lifted their legs under themselves.  The rest of us relaxed as
well.  The worst was over, and the healing had begun.

   ***

   "I lay there, holding my daughter and smelling her hair and her body, I
became so turned on, it scared me.  I wanted to touch my daughter, but I
didn't want to frighten her.  I put my hand on her butt, and to my delight
and concern, she put her hand on my breast, and gently squeezed."

   "I almost came from that one touch.  I had visions of her waking in the
morning and screaming at me for my advances.  Then Octavia leaned into my
chest, and began to nurse at my breast."

   "It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.  Then when
Octavia slid her hand to my pussy, and began to rub me, I did come as her
fingers found my clit.  Oh, god, it was so powerful!  I was crying and
trying not to scream as the shocks hit me."

   "That's how I do it to myself," my daughter said when I could get my
breath back.  I couldn't believe it!  I had been brought off by my own
daughter!  I lay there in amazement, and asked her when she'd begun
masturbating.  She told me that she'd been doing that since she was nine."

   "We slept together after that, but still had our `alone time,' where we
slept in our own beds.  We'd lie on our backs close together as we did
ourselves, and occasionally, each other.  Then one night, I wondered what
she tasted like.  Octavia was into it, and for a while I'd be on my
stomach, or on my back, my face between her legs, licking for all I was
worth!"

   "Then Octavia wanted to try for herself, so now we make love most
nights."

   ***

   Then Rosie sighed, and said, "So what happens now?  I've told you my
story, and all the rest of it.  You know everything, and if you judge me
for what's happened, then I don't care.  I feel better for telling you, for
telling someone, finally getting all of that off my chest!

   Mom laughed, and patting her on the shoulder, she said, "You're not the
first mother to be having an affair with your offspring!"

   Rosie looked at her with her brows up, and then she looked at me, and
gasped.  "No shit!  Jason, you and your mother?"

   She shook her head, and gaped at me.  Svetlana gave a choked laugh, and
then we were all laughing.

   Natasha stopped laughing long enough to say, "Yes my dear!  Everybody in
the room, to be exact!"

   ***

   Rosie and Octavia looked at her, to the girls who were grinning and
nodding, then to me, then to Jacob who walked over to his mother, and
leaned into her, and then gave her an open-mouthed French kiss.

   The three girls began to chorus, "Me next!  Me next!

   He smiled and shook his head as he went back to his seat, saying,
"Later, my loves!"

   "Oh, my god!" Rosie said.  "Is everybody doing it?"

   *** Then Natasha stood, and took the hands of the youngster, taking her
off her mother's lap.  Octavia stretched out her arms, and clenching her
fists, she gave a big wide-mouthed yawn.

   "I think we should all go to our beds," Natasha said.  "It has been a
long night, and we need our beauty sleep!" She grinned and said, "Some of
us more than others!"

   Natasha hugged Rosie, and steering her to the door, she inquired, "Where
do you live?  I would like to see your house!"

   Rosie's face clouded, and she said, "We don't have a house.  We live in
a trailer park on the outskirts of town."

   Natasha looked grim, and said she knew of the place.

   "That is no place to raise a child!  You said, did you not, Jacob, that
you have a meeting on Monday?"

   Jacob nodded, and said "Yes, Mother.  We all have to be there."

   "Then," Natasha said, "It will have to be Tuesday.  Can you excuse this
young woman for the day?  Perhaps her leg is sore, and she needs to rest
it?" Jacob grinned at the confused look Rosie had on her face.

   ***

   "Sure Mother.  I don't think a doctor's certificate is necessary in this
case.  She should rest up, maybe a bit of retail therapy to fix what ails
her?"

   "My thought exactly!  Well done, my son, you should have been born a
woman, but then, I would miss your dick!"

   We all laughed at that, but Rosie still looked confused.

   "What the hell is going on?" she asked, but Natasha just kissed her
cheek, and told her she'd find out on Tuesday.

   "Go home and sleep well, my love.  Go on, now!"

   We made our goodbyes as well; giving and receiving hugs all round, Rosie
mellow enough to hug Jacob and I tightly, thanking us for everything.

   ***

   Monday morning, and Jacob and I were standing on the doorstep of
O'Reilly's office, waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive.  One by one
they turned up, and the surprise was complete and total when Rosie walked
up and gave first Jacob, and then me a hug.

   She went to Jensen, who backed up and looked defensive.  Rosie looked at
him a moment, and then made him jump when she put out her hand and said,
"Bob, I've been a bitch.  I'm sorry."

   Bob Jensen just stood there, his mouth open.  Patrick stepped forward,
and said, "Okay missy, who the fuck are you, and where's the Rosie we've
all come to hate?"

   Rosie laughed, and hugged the beefy man, making him splutter and stand
there, not sure where to put his hands.  Then Rosie stepped back, and
offered her hand again to Jensen, who took it this time, albeit a bit
nervously.

   "I really am sorry, Bob." she said honestly.  "I'll promise to go easy
on you from now on."

   He mumbled, "That's okay, I suppose I can put up with the new you!"
making us all laugh.

   ***

   O'Reilly arrived, and let us into the office.  We trooped into the
conference room, and after we'd seated ourselves, an overweight and pale
man in his fifties came in, mopping the perspiration off his face with a
handkerchief.

   "Hot out there, today," he said, trying to be friendly, but getting no
reaction from us.  We all looked at him with a mixture of distaste and
hostility.  Here was the man who wanted to fire any one of us, so that
didn't exactly make him welcome.

   Getting down to business, he spent a moment looking from one set of eyes
to the other, then he said, "Head office wants to cut back on spending, the
recession being hard on all of us, so some jobs will have to go.  That's
why I'm here."

   "Head office wants to cut the fat," and our eyes dropped to his belly
that hung over his belt, making him suck his guts in.  As a gesture, it was
an exercise in futility.  His belly barely moved.  Clearing his throat, he
said, "We have to keep the men with experience.  Those who are older and
have a few years under their belts will be kept on, and those of you who
are younger, well, no offence, but we all know how unreliable young men and
women are, don't we?"

   He looked at the older men in our crew, and Patrick curled his lip in a
sneer.  He was sitting next to Jacob, who tapped his boot against
Patrick's, giving him the signal to calm down.  Patrick moved in his seat,
and dropped his eyes, still scowling.

   "Now, I want to speak to your supervisor, and I expect him to give me
the names of these two young men, and the young woman, who will be
terminated, I'm sorry to say.  Which one of you is the supervisor?"

   He looked enquiringly at the older men, and Willie began to laugh,
making the suit frown, not understanding the joke.

   "Not me, old boy!" he said, grinning.  Patrick and the rest of the men
were shaking their heads, grins on their faces as well.

   The suit was getting annoyed, and turning to O'Reilly, and said
peevishly, "You told me the supervisor would be here today!  Call him, and
tell him to come here immediately!  I don't have the time to dilly-dally
around!"

   ***

   O'Reilly shook his head, unable to believe the stupidity of the man. 
"Alright, will the fucking supervisor please stand up, so we can get this
bullshit over with?"

   Jacob unwound from his chair, and tucking his thumbs into his belt, he
levelled a stare right at the suit, and said, "That would be me, the
`unreliable' one.  The other `unreliable youngster' is my second in
command, Jason, here," he said, waving his hand at me.  I stood up as well,
and the suit just stood there and gaped at us, at a loss for words. 
"Aren't you a little young to be in such a responsible position of
authority?" he stammered.

   Turning to our boss, who was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep a look of
disgust off his face, and said, "Are you sure you haven't made a gross
error of judgement here, Mr O'Reilly?  I have a son his age, and that boy
is a completely useless layabout!"

   "Maybe you should look closer to home," Jessop said quietly, and when
the suit jerked his head to see who had spoken, Jessop sat there, an
innocent look on his face.

   There were snorts and splutters as we all tried not to laugh.  The suit
went red, and said, "Well, really!  This is a complete farce!  I want an
accounting of today's business, O'Reilly!  Some has to get fired, and
someone will!"

   O'Reilly by now had had enough, and taking the suit's arm, none too
gently, he steered him out of the office, saying, "Brother, you want to
fire someone, let me introduce you to Williams' crew!  You'll have a
fucking field day with them!"

   "What a piece of fecking useless crap!" Patrick muttered.  We all agreed
and filed out.  We had work to do, and we were behind schedule.

   ***

   The next day, Rosie was conspicuous by her absence.  Bob Jensen
commented about it, a worried frown on his face.  He was assured that she
was fine, her leg was playing up, was all.  Jacob convinced him that she'd
be at work tomorrow.

   "The crew doesn't seem the same without her," he said, and some of the
others agreed with him.

   "Be a shame to lose that hell-cat," Willie said as we worked to clear a
large tree that had fallen across a busy forest track that hikers used. 
"What do you think made her nice all of a sudden?" Parkman asked, and then
he said, "Maybe she's back on her meds!"

   Parkman took the bit between his teeth, and he was off, his constant
chatter flowing around us.  We'd become used to him jabbering about this,
that, and the other thing, so we just ignored him.

   Before we went home after our day was over, Bob came to stand by me, and
with a worried look, he said, "I think I'll take a drive over to Rosie's
place, Jason.  I just want to make sure she's alright."

   I looked at him, and realised that although she'd given him hell, he was
infatuated with the blonde woman.  He had a puppy dog look in his eyes, and
so I put my hand on his shoulder, and told him to go ahead, if he wanted
to, but not to be surprised if Rosie didn't reciprocate his feelings.  He
gave me a strange look, and hopped into his car, and left.

   ***

   When I got home and kissed Mom and Mari, Mom was happy and humming as
she made dinner.  I asked her why she was so happy, and grinning, she told
me to wait till the food was on the table before she explained.

   As we were eating, mom couldn't hold her news in anymore.

   "What a day we had today!" she said.  "Natasha picked me up this morning
and then we went to Rosie's place.  What a dump that trailer park is!  I
wouldn't live there, no way!"

   Anyway," she said, taking a mouthful and chewing, "we picked up Rosie,
and then we went shopping.  Natasha wouldn't let us pay for anything!  She
picked up the tab for everything!  Rosie was in a constant state of shock,
poor dear!"

   Mom was so excited, she couldn't sit still.  Mari and I grinned as she
went on to explain that not only did her friend buy Rosie and Octavia a
whole new wardrobe, but she even paid for a house for them to move into! 
It was a nice little two-bedroom dwelling, in a nice neighbourhood, and her
car was booked in to have some work done to it that badly needed doing.

   "Natasha wouldn't hear of Rosie paying her back.  It was a gift, she
said, and tried to let it go at that!  But Rosie insisted on repaying her,
but Natasha dug her heels in, and wouldn't hear of it!  They nearly came to
blows about it!  Finally, though, I convinced them both to calm down, and
we got on with having a girls day out!  It was fabulous!"

   ***

   A week later, Jacob and I were working out in his garage when I heard
Alexandra give a squeal, and then she said, "Anatoly!  Uncle!  How have you
been?"

   There was the sound of a man's voice, then Jacob got off the bench he
was using, and wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, he said, "He's
arrived!  Anatoly is a legend where we came from, and he's one of Mother's
favourites!"

   Jacob was grinning, and showing excitement that was unusual for him.  He
was normally reserved, but today he looked like a schoolboy about to go on
a trip.

   "We called him `Uncle' when we were growing up, even though he is no
blood relative, but amongst us, he and our family are united by blood
ties."

   Together we went into the living room, where I was introduced to a man
in his middle years, grey at the temples, and having short hair cut in a
military style.  His clothes were nondescript, and I had the impression he
planned it that way.  His whole persona was one of anonymity, having the
ability to pass unnoticed wherever he went.  His eyes were hard, a grey
colour, that took in everything around him.

   "Anatoly!" Jacob said expansively, "meet my friend and brother, Jason!
He also answers to the name, Jassa, a name my sisters gave to him!" Anatoly
didn't say a word, but he reached out and took my hand.  His grip was dry
and strong, and I felt the hidden underlying menace of a born killer.  His
gaze took me in from head to feet, and I made a bet with myself that a week
from now, if he were asked to describe me, he would have done so, and got
it right down to the last detail.

   He nodded, and then let my hand go.  Natasha came into the room, her
whole demeanour like that of royalty.  She carried herself so poised, so
regal, for a moment I had the insane urge to bow before her.

   ***

   We waited until Natasha had seated herself, then Anatoly went down on
one knee, and taking Natasha's hand, he kissed her fingers.

   "Little Mother," he murmured in Russian, "It's been too long!"

   "That it has been, my friend!" she said in the same language, smiling.
"How is your wife?  Well, I trust?"

   "That she is, thank you for asking.  She sends her regards.  We wish to
thank you again, also, for the gift you gave us.  Our daughter is growing
rapidly, and we wonder where the years have gone!"

   Then he gave a slight nod in my direction, and said quietly, "This one
does not have the look of the People."

   "He is, none the less, one of us." Then looking at me she said, "Can you
excuse us for a moment, Jassa?  We must discuss some business."

   I nodded, and went back to the garage to continue my workout.  As I lay
back on the bench, I suddenly realised she had spoken to me in Russian!

   I learnt a lesson that day.  Never underestimate the power of a woman to
discover the closely held secrets of a male.

   ***

   Jacob came back into the garage, and grinning, he said, "Busted!  Did
you think mother didn't know you spoke and understood our language?"

   "I don't know how," I said as I pushed the weights up away from my
chest, grunting with the effort.  I put the bar on the hooks, and sat up.

   "She's known for a while now," my friend said.  "You betrayed yourself
one day as we were talking.  We could see it in your face!"

   Then it hit me, he too was speaking in Russian!  I laughed, and so for a
time we worked out and conversed in his language, and the more we did, the
easier it got to follow along and understand.

   ***

   "The fewer secrets we have between us, Jassa, the more we come to trust
each other," Natasha said to me later on after Jacob and I had showered and
changed.  Their house had two bathrooms, a big plus when there are three
females and one male in the house.

   Even so, it was nothing unusual for more than one family member to share
the shower together, either with a parent or sibling.  This time, however
we showered alone, as my favourite shower partner, Lana, was out doing
something, and Alexa was busy talking with Anatoly in another room.

   I looked ashamed, but Natasha cupped her hand on my cheek, and smiled.
"Of course, there are some secrets that should be kept, and at this point
in time, there are some about us that you don't need to know about.  Not
yet, anyway."

   She kissed me, and concerned, she asked, "Is this okay with you?"

   I smiled, and assured her that it was.

   ***

   Just then, Alexa and Anatoly came back into the room, Alexa had a small
satisfied smile on her face, and the man looked slightly flushed.  "Every
time I come to you, Little Mother, you put me further into your debt!" he
said, wiping his brow.

   "That will change when the little task I have assigned you is done," she
said, seriously.

   Anatoly's head snapped up, fixing Natasha with a direct look.  Natasha
looked him in the eye, and said, "Once this is done, your debts are
forgotten.  I hope you will enjoy your retirement!"

   Anatoly stood there, his face having a surprised look, mixed with hope,
disappointment, and a little sadness.  He went to Natasha, and going to one
knee again, he took her hand gently, and after he kissed her fingers, he
said, "If ever you need me, I will be there, Horse Queen!  Count on it!"
Then getting to his feet, he turned around without saying a word and left
the house, closing the door softly behind him.

   ***

   Chapter Six

   ***

   Natasha had a far-away in her eyes.  Then she looked up, and said to me,
"Jassa, I have made a decision, one that will affect our relationship, and
I hope it will be in a positive manner!"

   Natasha gazed at me, a direct look, as though evaluating how much she
should say, and just how much she shouldn't.  Then she reclined back into
her chair, crossing her legs and smoothing her dress, quietly asked Jacob
for a cup of tea.

   "I have often wondered how much to tell you, because Anatoly was right,
in one respect.  You are not a born member of the People.  Yet, your
loyalty to your family and friends is exactly as our own.  You are one of
us, in spirit, if not in blood.  I had hoped your ancestry would lead back
to join with ours but sadly, that is not the case."

   "However, we speak of matters relating to the now, and not in the
distant past."

   I looked at Natasha who had a look of deep sadness in her eyes.  She
turned to me, and said, "You wouldn't think it of him, but Anatoly is one
of the greatest heroes of our people, of our Host.  He befriended me as a
young girl, throwing the weight of his kazachye voysko, or Cossack Host,
behind me when my father died, his death leaving a power vacuum."

   "First, he secured my right as the female leader of our people, and then
he and his Plastuns, or foot-soldiers, mopped up the dissenters and the
troublemakers.  He also cleaned out the incompetents who had crept in, and
for a while as I lay in hiding, `many bodies littered the steppe,' as we
would have said in times long gone."

   "I came to call him `Uncle'.  My children do also.  The bond we share is
very strong.  He looks younger than he is, no doubt about that, but he is
fitter and stronger than any younger man I could name."

   ***

   Jacob came in with a cup of tea for his mother, in a white delicate
china cup perched on a delicate china saucer.  It smelled faintly of lemon
and cinnamon.  She smiled in thanks, and then he went to sit on a chair by
the door, as if guarding it, and her.

   "Anatoly was, is sorry, a great leader of his men.  With my help, many
young women now number among his plastuns, and among his voisko, his
`host,' or army.  We live in the modern world, and only having young men to
go out and fight is a stupid waste of resources.  In our world, it is all
or nothing, everyone fights!  Our young women, and even the older ones, are
not cattle or chattels to be counted among the spoils of war.  Fighting
together welds them closer together.  Anyone who says different is a
misogynous fool, and has the mind of a child!"

   "I also have a raft of business interests, which put together makes me a
very wealthy woman.  Each one of my children is a prince or princess in
their own right, having shares in various companies.  If that company rises
or falls, it is on their heads if it does so.  I will not prop them up. 
They must be independent.  I would hate to see them become useless pieces
of furniture, as so many children of wealthy parents are, should I decide
to break the habits of a lifetime and spoil them outrageously."

   Jacob snorted, as if the idea was beneath her.

   "When I step down, or retire, or I am retired by an enemy's bullet, my
son will take over.  His position will be very strong, and his people are
very loyal.  As his friend and lieutenant at work, you yourself number
among them!"

   ***

   "What cemented our bond of loyalty for each other was this.  I had
discovered in a round-about way that Anatoly's wife was in fact his sister.
He claimed she was his wife to bring her to this country.  They have been
living as man and wife for many years now, including sexually, and she
loves him as much as he does her."

   "They had always wanted children, but to stop her getting pregnant, and
to avoid any complications from the incest, he had an operation, a
vasectomy, ensuring his line stopped with him."

   She took a sip of her tea, and smiled at her son.  "Beautiful, as
always!" she said.  "Thank you my son."

   "Their relationship was on the verge of collapsing when I stepped in to
help.  I gave them a choice.  Adopt an orphan child, and raise it, or I
would take his seed and carry a child for them, and then they raise it
themselves, as their own." "They accepted my offer.  I was inseminated with
his seed, and her and I went into seclusion for a year.  When we emerged,
she had her child, a healthy ten pound girl, and I had the loyalty unto
death of my Ataman, or supreme commander of my troops."

   "I already had my children when I made the offer to Anatoly and Sasha.
My ex-husband hated the thought of `his' woman carrying another man's
child, so to stop me doing it, he gave me an ultimatum.  Forget about it
and make them adopt, or go through with it, and he leaves me."

   She looked around the room, then back to me and said, "The choice was in
fact easy to make.  He was a pig."

   "A pig and an arrogant fool," Alexa said with distaste.  "I offered
myself to him more than once, and he pushed me away each time!  How stupid
can a man be?"

   "Now, Alexa," Jacob said soothingly.  "His father was an Orthodox
priest, remember?  No wonder he didn't have his head on straight!"

   "I was eleven!" she argued.  "The rejection nearly killed me!  I thought
I must have been too ugly for him not to want me!  I was giving him my
virginity, for god's sake!

   ***

   Alexa sat on her chair in a grump.  She said nothing more, preferring to
sulk in injured silence.

   ***

   Then I brought up something that Anatoly had said.

   "Horse Queen?" I asked, curious.

   Natasha smiled, and placed her cup down.  "Some traditions are the same
in all Hosts, and some are different.  My people began to call the female
leaders of our line that some four centuries ago.  The knowledge of it was
never made public to the historians until just recently, but the stupidity
of the academics and historians will not even allow for the possibility of
female leaders in a male-dominated world such as ours!"

   "You have heard the saying, `Behind every great man is a woman,' yes? 
Well, in our world, it is, "behind every man is a greater woman!"

   Natasha stood up, and said to me, "Time you went home, my Jassa.  Your
mother will be getting worried, and we have to put the dinner on!" ***
Monday morning, and when Rosie arrived for work, she was grinning and
bubbling with enthusiasm.  Contrary to what I'd told Bob, Rosie had
welcomed him when he'd gone around to her place to `check on her.'

   A relationship had developed between them, and once again, I'd felt a
measure of jealousy watching them sitting side by side at breaks, chatting
easily together and laughing at things only they understood.

   I began to feel lonely.  It felt as though the sun, which shone brightly
in the sky, had a permanent cloud that kept me in the shade.  I didn't
smile as much, and I became reticent when Jacob or one of the others spoke
to me.

   Bob Jensen was a good man.  I couldn't fault the attention he paid to
Rosie.  By all accounts, Octavia had warmed to him as well, and they were
making plans to go away the next weekend, all three of them, to try their
hand at skiing at one of the resorts near where we were.

   If I was honest with myself, I was also a little disturbed by what
Natasha had told me in confidence.  I still hadn't shared that news with
mom or my sister, as I didn't know if I should.  I had resolved to ask
Natasha if I could, but instead I went up to Jacob after work, and with
trepidation, I asked him instead.

   He was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Leave it with me,
brother. I shall ask mother, and I'll give you a call soon."

   ***

   He called me later that night, and told me to go ahead.  "Mother and
Elisabeth have no secrets from each other, so this kind of news won't
surprise her," he said.

   My mother sat there quietly, only breaking in to get me to repeat or
explain something.  My sister had come in, and was sitting there listening
to my tale, as told to me by Natasha.  Jacob was wrong.  Mom was very
surprised!

   "My god!" she said.  "It's like having an episode of `The Godfather'
happening right under our noses!"

   "The Godmother, more like," Mari quipped.

   Mom laughed.  "That too!" she said.

   ***

   The first thing mom did, was to call her friend.

   "You had another man's child?" she asked as soon as Natasha picked up.
Their conversation lasted about two hours, a relatively short one.  Mom
went to bed giggling at whatever the other woman had told her.  I went to
my own bedroom, and lay in the darkness, unable to sleep.

   Mari came in and lifted the covers to slide in next to me.  She snuggled
down, getting comfortable.  She laid there, her head on my chest, her arm
on my stomach and her leg over mine.

   "You alright, baby?" I asked her.

   "Yeah, I suppose.  What you told mom and me has changed my perception of
Jacob.  He seems different, now." She was wearing just her bra and panties,
and her body heat was giving me an erection.  Mari rose up to kiss my
nipple, then she lay back down.  "I really like him, you know?  Now that I
know he is more, um, `financially secure,' I'm afraid he'll think that if I
make my feelings known to him, he'll think I'm just after his money!"

   "I don't think so," I said to her.  "Jacob knows how you feel about him,
and he thinks about you too.  He's told me so."

   Mari sat up, her face alight with joy.

   "He thinks about me?  What did he say?"

   When I didn't speak straight away, Mari slapped me on the chest.  "Come
on, Jason!  Tell me!  What did he SAY!  Please?  Pretty please?"

   ***

   I laughed, and for the next half hour we talked and I told her
everything I could remember what Jacob had told me about my sister.  Mari
couldn't sit still.  She sat, lay, and jumped around in excitement.

   In the course of her moving around, the covers came loose from my body,
and without thinking, my sister placed her hand on my cock, which was as
hard as a steel bar.

   Her fingers had closed around it, and then she had a change of
character, going silent as she looked down at it.

   "Oh," she said.  "Sorry, Jason."

   Up until then, Mari and I had never been intimate enough to have sex
together.  I didn't know why, we just never did it.  I suppose with the
bevy of women I had to choose from, the thought of having sex with her
didn't really seem important.

   "Hey," I said flippantly, "no biggie, Sis."

   She looked down at me again, and said quietly, "No, you're wrong.  It's
not huge, or anything, but you still have enough to be proud of!"

   ***

   She was kneeling on the bed by my side, absently stroking me.  I began
to breathe shallowly, as her soft hand on me was sliding up and down the
length, sending wonderful sensations up to my pleasure centre in my brain.

   "Jason," she whispered, "I really am sorry."

   That brought me out of the sexual fog I'd slipped into.  Fully alert
now, I asked her why?  Why was she sorry?

   Mari looked at me for long seconds, and then she said, "I've wanted you
since I was about eleven, when my body began to change.  I loved my big
brother, and hid it with nasty words and behaviour.  But I was afraid of
telling you, scared that you'd reject me.  Then with everything else that's
happened over the last couple of years, I feel as if I've been neglectful
of you."

   "You haven't," I said softly.

   "Yes, I have!" she said heatedly.  "You go out and work, providing for
mom and me, and even though you have sex with mom and the other women, I've
been withholding myself from you!"

   "I've been selfish, Big Brother.  I'm very sorry."

   ***

   I lifted my arms to my little sister, and letting go of my cock, she lay
across me, her head on my shoulder.  Then, after a few moments of us
holding each other, she raised herself up, and lowering her head, her hair
brushing my face, Mari touched her lips to mine, our first kiss.

   The kiss was gentle, soft, and exploratory.  Then taking it further she
pressed her lips to mine, and then our tongues came into play, entwining
like snakes.

   Then gently breaking the kiss, my sister got off the bed, and removed
her underwear.  She slid back into bed with me, nude and oh so desirable,
and speaking in a hushed voice, she said, "Tonight, Jason, I'm putting
things right between us, okay?"

   ***

   I wasn't about to argue with her.

   ***

   Would you believe that even though both of us were nude, and lying next
to each other, we lay there like two virgins, not quite sure what to do! 
We fumbled around, giggling and carrying on like a couple of kids.

   Then things went serious when Mari leaned into me and kissed me full on
the mouth, slowly becoming aggressive.  She ran her hand down my stomach to
grasp my prick, and began to gently tug on it.  I wrapped my arms around
her, groaning with need for the body of my sister.

   I tried to reach her pussy, to stroke it, to feel the exquisite silky
folds, but she had other ideas.  Mari put her leg over mine, and taking my
hardness into her hand, she hunched her body, and placing the tip at her
entrance, which by now was very wet and incredibly warm, she slowly sat
down, her snug and hot vagina swallowing me.  I arched my back, amazed at
how she felt around my member.

   She was still tight enough for me to feel the head of my cock slide into
her depths.  Then when I felt her pubic hair in mine, she sat there, one
hand on her breast, and the other on my stomach for support.

   "Oh god, Jason, you feel so wonderful inside me!" she breathed.  "Mmmm,"
was all I could reply to that.  I was in heaven, her vaginal muscles
rippling around me.  She didn't have to move, I was sure I could come just
by her internal muscles alone doing the work.

   Then she lifted up, then down, making small bounces on my tumescence.  I
began to move in time with her, and slowly over the next half hour, we
built up a rhythm.  Then when we were bucking, bouncing on the bed and
making a racket.  I grabbed her by the ass, and slid her body under me. 
Mari raised her legs up and wide open, and then we were completely lost in
the moment, slamming into and at each other.

   Mari came first, making loud cries and sobbing with the contractions
that at first teased me, and then with a roar, sent me over the edge.  I
came loud and long, spurting my seed into her willing body.

   ***

   We lay there, tangled in the sheets, sweat pouring off us, making our
bodies slick.  We gasped, panted, moaned and groaned, unwilling to move.  I
wanted to drift into sleep, Mari likewise, but then a voice said, "It's
about time you two did that!  What took you so long?"

   We looked up groggily to see mom standing by the door, nude and smiling
at her offspring.  We all laughed, and then we noticed that mom had a
couple of cups of cocoa in her hands.  We took them a little unsteadily
after untangling ourselves, and sitting side by side in my bed, we drank,
parched from our efforts.  Mom sat perched on the foot of the bed.

   After our heads cleared, mom said, "Come on, you two.  You can sleep
with me in my bed tonight; this one is a little small for the three of us!"

   ***

   I awoke with a smile the next morning, sandwiched between these two
beautiful women.  I needed to relieve myself, and trying not to wake them,
I slipped from the bed.  As I left them, both women slid together, holding
each other.  Mari turned over, spooning into mom's body, humming softly as
mom cuddled her and held her breast in her hand.  Before I turned away,
mom's thumb flicked Mari's nipple, making her move her butt into mom's
crotch.  Mom always woke up horny!

   As I stood in the shower, I heard a cry from the bedroom.  When I
returned, mom's head was between Mari's thighs, licking and kissing her
pussy, two fingers buried to the hand inside her slick pussy.  Mom's
fingers were pistoning in and out of my sister, as her tongue rasped and
danced across her clit.  Mari was humping her hips at mom, grasping her own
breasts and crying out in climax.  Mom's other hand was between her own
legs, rubbing her pussy lips and clit furiously.  Then with a muffled
groan, mom had her own climax.

   Then mom moved up my sister's body, kissing her way to her face, and
then Mari kissed mom, a lingering passionate kiss, finishing with licking
her mouth and chin clean of her oils.

   ***

   I was getting the breakfast things ready when mom and my sister came out
of the room, Mari heading for the bathroom.  Both were still nude, and if I
didn't have to go to work that day, mom would have been bent over the
table!

   Mom made herself a coffee, and as she sipped at it, humming with joy,
Mari came out and made herself one.  Mom put her cup down on the table and
went into the bathroom, and I heard the toilet flush again seconds later.

   We had breakfast and chatted until it was time for me to leave, kissing
them both goodbye, and then I was off to start my new work-day.

   ***

   When I got to work, Jacob looked at me, and then smiling, he said,
"Well, thank god for that!  I was afraid we'd have to put up with you
moping about the place again!"

   "Huh?" I said.

   "You got laid last night," he said straight-faced, stating the obvious.
Unfortunately, he said it in the hearing of Pacman and Willie, and so for
the rest of the day, I was bugged mercilessly.  Who was it, where was it,
what did we do, where did we do it, how did we do it, blah, blah, blah!

   I almost, but not quite, lost my cool as everyone but Jacob and Jessop
got into the act.  Even Rosie, who was not her old self anymore, joined in
happily and razzed me outrageously, making kiss-kiss noises and being very
lecherous for a woman, pushing my bonhomie to its breaking point.

   "Oooh, Jason's got a girlfriend!" she said in a sing-song voice, turning
around with her back to me, bending forward and waggling her butt at me. 
She's got a lovely butt!

   I had to do it.  I slapped her ass, making her squeal and dance away
from me holding and rubbing the smarting cheek, and as she stood there,
open-mouthed, I said, fixing her with a lecherous grin of my own, "Be glad
it wasn't you, Rosie!  You'd have never made it to work today!"

   It took a second for that to sink in, then Rosie roared with laughter,
and the day went easier after that.

   ***

   However, after work was a different story.  Bob Jensen came up to me as
we all went to our different vehicles.  He stood close to me, too close,
and I felt caged.

   He looked at me and said, "You know that Rosie and I are kinda close,
don't you?"

   I said `Yeah, you've both made that kind of obvious, Bob."

   He came up almost nose to nose with me, and poking me in the chest with
his finger, he said with steel in his voice, "You touch my woman again,
I'll kill you."

   I looked into his eyes, and he wasn't kidding.  He'd of done it, too. 
Rosie walked over to us, and said testily, "Bob, I'm not anybody's woman.
If you don't get that, then there's no hope for us.  I hope you understand
that."

   Jensen turned his head and snapped at her, "We'll talk about it later!
Just get in the fucking car.  We're going home!"

   Rosie went pale, and then flushed as she started to get angry.

   "Oh, I'll be going home, alright, just not with you!  Forget about
coming over tonight, I've changed my mind!  We're through, Bob!"

   ***

   Jensen snarled, spun on his heel, and stormed over to his car.  Roughly
yanking the door open, he jumped in, started it, and with a spray of
gravel, he drove away.

   Rosie looked sad, and with tears in her eyes, she said quietly, "Why do
I always attract the losers?"

   I held her, and saying to the crying woman, "Don't worry about it,
Rosie. I have the feeling he won't be working with us for very long after
this."

   Jacob, who'd seen and heard the whole thing, said, "You got that right.
If he's not fired first, he'll be transferred out of our crew, bet on it!"

   Rosie looked at me, and stepping back out of my embrace, she asked if I
could take her home.  I agreed, and as I dropped her off, I gave her my
cell number, making her enter it into hers, and with a promise to call me
if anything happened, I watched her walk into her house.  Then driving off,
I still felt uneasy for some reason.

   ***

   My intuition was correct.  I had no sooner got more than a mile from her
house, and my cell rang.  I pulled over to answer it, and then I heard
Rosie screaming, "Help me, oh god, someone help us!  Bob's here!  He's
crazy, and he's..." Then the phone went dead.  I stared at it for full two
seconds, and then slamming the gear into drive, I was spinning rubber.

   I don't recall the exact route I took to Rosie's house.  All I remember
is squealing tyres and blaring horns in my haste to get to her.  I parked
on her lawn, and leaving the car running, I sprinted to her front door.

   I pounded on her door, yelling, "Rosie!  Octavia!  Open up!  Where are
you?" I heard a crash of something breaking inside, so throwing caution to
the wind, I faced the door, and with two kicks the door flew open.

   Rosie was crying, Octavia was screaming, and as I stepped into their
living room, I saw the young girl curled up in a corner, absolutely
terrified and blubbering, blood, tears and mucus running down her shirt
front.  Rosie was being held by the shirt-front, and as Bob turned and saw
me, he started to punch her harder and faster.

   Most of his blows were sliding off her upraised arms as she tried to
protect her head.  I saw red.  I was in a killing mood, and for some
reason, to this day I can't tell you why, but I said in Russian, "Leave her
alone, you cock-sucking bastard!"

   Jensen stopped hitting her, dropping Rosie to the floor.  He grinned,
and in Russian, he said, "So, the boy can speak a civilised language!"

   That shook me.  I froze in shock, so putting his hand to the back of his
pants, Jensen pulled out a wicked looking knife, which he waved at me,
laughing.

   He continued in the same language.

   "Such a sad situation!  You went crazy, beating the women, and in a
rage, you killed them!  Then, in a fit of remorse, you turned the knife on
yourself!  A murder-suicide!"

   I moved to the side, and as I picked up Rosie's handbag, Jensen frowned.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he said confused by my actions.  "You're
about to die, and you want a handbag?  What, are you a queer, boy?"

   I said nothing but moving to the side, I tossed it at Rosie, who caught
it.  "If she's going to die," I said, watching her hand slide inside it,
"there's a family heirloom in there that she said she wanted close to her."

   Jensen laughed his crazy laugh again, not even looking at her.  I was
the immediate threat, and he needed to put me down first.  Suddenly he gave
a cry as Rosie sprang up behind him, grabbing his hair with one hand and
yanking backwards, the combat knife in her other hand slicing through the
muscles and tendons of the arm that was holding the knife.  Jensen screamed
as he saw the blood run freely out of the ugly cut that was showing the
pale bone of his arm.

   "You fucking bitch!" he yelled as the knife he was holding thumped to
the floor, his hand no longer able to hold it.  He half-turned, his mouth
gaping in surprise as Rosie slammed the combat knife once, twice, three
times into his back, in the region of his kidneys.

   "Die, motherfucker!" she snarled as she let go of his hair.  He dropped
to the floor, keening and writhing in agony, but he was going fast.

   There was blood pooling under his body, so much blood, red, hot, and
sticky.  The coppery smell almost made me puke.  Rosie did throw up, the
shock and adrenaline high catching up with her.  She dropped to the floor
retching and crying, the knife falling away from her hand, and then Octavia
was there, grabbing hold of her and sobbing.

   ***

   I got my shit together, and made some calls.  First, I called mom, told
her everything, and got her to call Natasha and let her know what was
happening.  Then I called the police, and then the day became so much
longer.

   ***

   Natasha, Jacob and his sisters, along with mom and Mari arrived first.
We got Rosie and Octavia out of the house, and onto the front lawn.  We
left everything as it was for the police, who arrived, four cars full of
cops, about ten minutes after that.  An ambulance arrived shortly after
that, along with a CSI crew.

   Then the questioning began, which was moved to the precinct house.  I
knew I wasn't going to make it to work the next day, and it was well after
midnight before I was allowed out to go home.

   Rosie and Octavia were taken to hospital, with Rosie under police guard.
In her state, it would have been a miracle for her to leave and run away.
She was a mess.  One eye was completely closed, the other nearly so.  Her
lips were split, puffy and swollen, and so was most of her face.  She had
three broken ribs, and another two were cracked from where Jensen had
kicked her as she lay on the floor.  Her clothes were soaked in her own
blood.

   The bruising had begun to show itself, and it hurt just to look at her.
Octavia had fared only a little better.  One eye was completely closed and
swollen, and her upper lip was split.  She had bruising over most of her
body as she had tried to protect her mother, and was beaten badly for it.

   What had sickened us the most, however, was the fact that the district
attorney, a man who was on his way up, charged our friend with first degree
murder, turning a blind eye to the massive damage inflicted on Rosie and
her child by the frenzied attack on them.

   Even his own colleagues were amazed and revolted by his lack of
compassion and disregard for the pitiful state they were in.  He only
wanted a conviction, another notch in his gun that would make him look
good. The last thing he wanted was a not guilty verdict.

   ***

   We visited Rosie as she recuperated in hospital, angered by the
handcuffs that shackled her to the bed.  The officers that had to guard her
apologised, but they had their orders, and although they sympathised, there
was nothing they could do.

   What they did do, however, was to give us as much leeway as they
possibly could without compromising their duty.

   When Rosie had been in hospital for four days, I was sitting by her bed
keeping her company when Natasha arrived with Jacob.  Natasha stood by the
bed, and asked her how she felt.

   "If I wasn't so damn sore, I'd say fine," Rosie said.

   Then she grinned, and winced as her split lips pained her.  "I was just
thinking," she said, "that if my father had seen me knife that prick, he
would have been proud of me!"

   The police officer standing nearby turned his head away and pretended
her didn't hear a word she said.

   Then she tried to grin again, and said to no-one in particular, "Ain't
that a kick in the ass?"

   Natasha stood silently by, and then extended her closed hand toward
Rosie.  She held it there until Rosie got the idea that she was being given
something.  She extended her hand, and then Natasha dropped a gold ring
into her upturned palm.

   Rosie looked at it, and went pale, silently staring at an army
graduation ring.

   Natasha whispered quietly, and matter-of-factly, "If your father saw you
kill that piece of filth, he would have done it from the deepest pit of
Hell!"

   ***

   Rosie began to cry, and as she stared at the ring, she opened her mouth
to say something.  But Natasha put her fingers on Rosie's lips, gently
silencing her.

   "We will never talk about it," she said, and then sat down beside the
pale and trembling woman.

   Natasha asked us to leave her alone with the bed-ridden woman, so my
friend and I went for a walk to the cafeteria to get a coffee.  As we
walked along a long hallway, I said softly, "Anatoly?

   Jacob was silent for about five or six steps, and then he said, "Mother
was right."

   "About what?" I asked.

   "We will never talk about it." ***

   Chapter Seven

   ***

   The district attorney stonewalled the inquest until Rosie was almost
completely healed of her injuries.  Then he portrayed her as a psycho with
a grudge against men because of the abuse she'd suffered as a child at the
hands of a violent drunken father.  She'd had an argument with her beau, he
said, and when he came around to make up, she turned on him and killed him
in a vicious attack, by stabbing him in the back.

   He put forward a good case, almost having the jury eating out of his
hand.  Then the coroner was called to give evidence, and that's when his
case started to unravel.

   The coroner was an elderly gentleman who had been dealing with murder
cases for most of his working life.  He described in detail the nature of
the dead man's injuries, so graphic at times, the weaker-stomached people
having to leave the courtroom.

   Then unasked, he started to describe the injuries of the accused and her
child.  The DA tried to stop him, asking the judge to dismiss the evidence
he was giving.  But the judge allowed it, as he was disgusted by the
complete farce that he was forced to see in his courtroom.

   When the DA asked the coroner what the ruling was on the death of the
man, the coroner pissed him off by saying, "Boy, you got two choices. 
First ruling is justifiable homicide!"

   "Justifiable homicide?" the DA almost yelled, outraged.

   "Yep.  Second choice is self-defence.  Only two options you got.  Go on,
pick one!"

   ***

   "Your honour, this is unacceptable!" he blustered.  "I demand that the
coroner give the correct ruling, murder in the first degree!" the DA
spluttered.

   The judge looked at the man before him, and said.  "Counsellor, I agree
with you.  This is unacceptable!  That woman over there, and her child, was
set upon by a maniac, and he beat them to a pulp in a frenzied attack on
their persons!  It was bad enough that he beat and kicked the woman, to
give her such horrible injuries, but he made it worse by attacking a child
when that child tried to intervene by defending her helpless mother!"

   "I accept the ruling of self-defence!  Case dismissed!  Miss, you are
free to go!"

   He slammed his gavel down hard, his look at the district attorney giving
the impression that he wished the DA was under it at the time.

   ***

   One thing we found out through the court case.  Bob Jensen's real name
was Pavel Voichenko, a Russian immigrant who'd come to our country as a
young man, and changed his name as so many did to escape his past.  He was
a criminal and some-time assassin.  Natasha did some digging, and found out
he was employed by her enemies.  Just what his motives were, we could only
guess, but even with him gone, it still cast a pall over our lives, and
amongst our crew, morale was low.

   No-one wanted a replacement to take his place.  They felt they couldn't
trust anyone outside of our group any more.

   ***

   Neither Rosie nor Voichenko were replaced.  The rest of us picked up the
slack and worked extra hard.  Jacob and O'Reilly were proud of us, and even
though there was the usual bitching and moaning, the seat that Rosie had
normally sat in in the truck was eyed with sadness.  Amazing to see grown
men unwilling to claim the seat that Rosie had occupied.

   We all missed her.

   Finally, Patrick took matters into his own hands, because Rosie had told
us she was afraid to come back to work.  So one day, amid a string of
profanities, he announced that he was going around to her place and see
her. Whatever he said to Rosie worked, because one morning two days later,
bright and early, she was sitting cross-legged on the hood of her car,
smiling shyly and waiting for us, ready for work.

   The reunion was loud, boisterous and tearful, all of us misty to see her
back.

   ***

   Rosie wasn't one hundred per cent healed up, but she didn't have to
worry.  Jacob gave her light duties, nothing too strenuous, and with us all
looking out for her, whenever we noticed her getting tired or slowing down,
we'd come up with some excuse to give her a break.

   She was grateful, and every one of us felt the sunshine of her smile. 
Watching that woman smile made an overcast day seem like the sun had come
out, just for us.

   Then she surprised me by coming up to me and asking if I was doing
anything the next Saturday?  I thought for a moment, and said, no, I didn't
have anything planned.  Rosie asked me if I was in the mood for a
home-cooked meal, roast chicken, stuffing, roast vegetables, the whole
works.  My mouth began to water at the thought, and readily I agreed.

   So for the rest of the week, I couldn't wait for the meal she had
promised me.  She'd told me to arrive around sixish, and so at six on the
dot, I was knocking on her door.  Rosie looked beautiful.  She'd had her
hair done, and she was wearing make-up, which enhanced her looks.  Her
dress was knee-length, made of a soft material, and not tied at the waist,
flowing free.  Her legs were encased in a pair of sheer black stockings. 
Her perfume was soft yet subtle, reminding me of spring rain and summer
flowers.

   She was barefooted, giving the impression I had caught her in the
process of dressing up for me.  (She'd confessed to me later that I had
indeed!).  She invited me in, and as I stepped across the threshold, I
presented her with a bottle of white wine, a nice un-oaked chardonnay, and
a half dozen red roses.

   "Roses for Rosie," I said rather lamely, but she smiled, and threw her
arms around me, kissing me soundly, thanking me for being so thoughtful. 
Then she showed me a chair, a nice comfortable couch, and then going into
the kitchen, I heard the clinking of glass as she put the bottle into the
fridge.  She returned with a couple of flute glasses of a bubbly white
wine, nicely chilled, with the condensation frosting the glass.

   We sat on the couch and chatted for about half an hour, and then
something pinged in the kitchen, and getting up, Rosie announced that
dinner was ready.  I got up to help her, but she shooed me out of the
kitchen, and I noticed that the dining table was already laid out for
three.

   ***

   Rosie went to the hallway door, and called out "Octavia!  Dinner, hon!
Wash up and come to the table!"

   Rosie apologised for her daughter being there, saying she didn't have a
babysitter, her usual one being out on a date, and she didn't know anyone
else.

   I assured her it was fine, I liked Octavia, and it was no problem with
her being there with us.

   "You're sure?" she asked me, a little unsure herself about me being okay
with having her daughter there.

   "Of course, Rosie," I said, "I love spending time with more than one
beautiful girl!"

   Rosie shook her head, and with a grin, she said, "Jesus!  You're going
to be in trouble if you keep saying that kind of thing!"

   We laughed, and at that moment, Octavia came into the dining room, and
looking up at me, she stood there for a moment.  Then gathering her
courage, she stepped up to me and put her arms around me, hugging me tight.

   I stroked her long blonde hair, and was at a loss for words, so with a
soft look, Rosie explained, "She hasn't forgotten what you did for us. 
You're her hero, Jason.  I think she may even be in love with you a
little!"

   I couldn't resist, so half-jokingly, I said, "Just her?"

   Rosie's face flamed, and she chose that moment to turn away and start
laying out the table with the food.

   ***

   Dinner was lovely and tasty; the gravy thick, made from the juices of
the bird, and the pudding afterwards was delicious.  I finally pushed my
plate away, full to bursting.  During dinner, both females didn't stop
looking at me, but the three-way conversation was lively and interesting.

   We retired to the living room, Octavia going to the cabinet under their
television, and taking out the boxed set that Alexa had given her, she
asked if we could watch one of the episodes.  Rosie said, "Maybe Jason
doesn't want to watch those, Octavia."

   The girl looked crestfallen, so I smiled at her and said, "No, that's
okay!  I haven't seen any of them, and I wouldn't mind seeing what all the
fuss is about!"

   The young girl beamed at me, but her smile slipped a bit when she turned
to Rosie.

   ***

   "Please, mom, can we?" she pleaded, fear of being turned down plain to
see on her face.  Rosie looked at her, and then at me, so I shrugged, and
told her that I really was fine with it, but if she had something else
planned, we could always watch them some other time.

   When I said the words, "something else planned," Rosie's eyes flickered,
but smiling, she said, "Well, if it's okay with you, then I suppose we can
watch one!"

   Octavia beamed a big grin, and rushing to the dvd, she took out one of
the discs and put it into the machine.  Then as it was setting up to play,
she grabbed the remote, and coming over to sit on my lap, she wiggled her
butt around, and after putting my arms around her waist she made herself
comfortable.  She extended her arm, and pushed `play.'

   As her daughter was sitting on my lap waiting for the thing to start, I
looked at Rosie and raised my eyebrows.  Rosie frowned at Octavia, who was
oblivious of anything but the TV.  Rosie looked a little confused, giving
me the feeling that something unusual was happening.

   Rosie looked at me, then putting her feet up under herself, she snuggled
into my side, and murmured, "Ah, well, if you can't beat them, join them!"

   ***

   Part way through the episode, Rosie kept shifting around, uncomfortable,
so taking my arm from the girl's waist, I lifted it and put it around
Rosie's shoulders.  She snuggled closer, saying, "Oh, yes, that's better!"
with a smile.

   Octavia put the remote she'd been holding down on the couch next to us,
and turned slightly sideways on my lap to rest her head on my shoulder. 
She broke her concentration for a moment to lift her head and kiss me on
the jaw, then resumed watching the soppy program.  Rosie saw that, and gave
a slight gasp.

   After the dvd finished, Octavia protested at having to go to bed. 
"Can't I stay up a little longer?  Mom?  Please?"

   Rosie stood her ground, and said to the diminutive girl, "No, Octavia.
Bed.  Now!"

   Grumping and muttering under her breath, her daughter went unwillingly,
but before she did, she gave me a hug, holding me tightly and then reaching
up to put her hands on my shoulders, she stood on tiptoes and kissed me on
the mouth, a quick peck.

   "Goodnight, Jason," she said, giving me a squeeze, then letting me go,
she turned and walked to her bedroom, turning one last time to say, "Thank
you."

   ***

   Rosie stood there, and as we silently looked at each other, I said,
"Well, I suppose I'd better go home.  Thank you for a wonderful night,
Rosie.  I enjoyed spending time with you both."

   Rosie looked a little disappointed at my words, then putting her hand on
my arm, she said, "Jason, can you stay a little longer?  There's something
I want to, no, need to say to you.  Please?  Will you stay?"

   I knew I should leave, but I was a gentleman, and said with a smile, "Of
course, Rosie."

   Rosie took a deep breath then asked me if I wanted another glass of
wine, or a hot drink instead.  I sat back down on the couch, and said a hot
drink would be fine.

   "Coffee or hot chocolate?" she asked me.

   "Hot chocolate, please."

   Rosie went into the kitchen, and five minutes later a hot cup of
deliciousness was put into my hands.  Rosie had made it with cream instead
of milk, and I decided I liked it like that as I sipped at it.

   Then Rosie, who by now had resumed her seat next to me, her legs up
under herself in that double-jointed way all females had, spoke.

   "I haven't thanked you properly for saving us that day, Jason.  You were
like an avenging angel when you kicked in my door and appeared in the
house. He'd told us he was going to kill us, and when he started hitting on
us, we knew, we really knew, we were going to die."

   "My god, I was so terrified.  It wasn't like my father hitting me.  He
was more than crazy, he was homicidal."

   Tears were in her eyes, and her hands began to shake.  I took her cup
from her, and put it on her coffee table.  Rosie shifted forward toward me,
and then she was in my arms, crying softly.  I held her gently, stroking
her hair, unable to speak.  I had no words, so instead I held her, sending
her my love and compassion by strength of will alone.

   "It was like my father beating me all over again, but it wasn't, it was
worse," she sniffed, "and when you tossed me my handbag, I knew what I had
to do.  Thank you so much for that!  It was the right thing to do at the
right time!  I couldn't get to it.  Every time I tried, that monster would
grab me and beat me down."

   ***

   "I was in so much pain, Jason.  Where I got the strength to stand up and
grab his hair, I'll never know.  My whole body was screaming in agony.  All
that was on my mind was to protect you, and most of all, to protect my
daughter.  When he beat my girl, I tried to stop him, oh god, how I tried!
He was just too strong!"

   Rosie began to cry in earnest now, the tears flowing freely to run down
her cheeks and drip off her jawline.  I took a handkerchief out of my
pocket, and gave it to her.  She thanked me, and blew her nose noisily.

   "When I stabbed him," she continued, "I wanted him to die, Jason.  I
knew that it was the only way to stop him.  But, my god, it felt good to
feel that knife go into his back!  Everything my father had ever taught me
came back, and I knew how many places in the human body there was to cause
pain, or a slow, or quick death!  That's why I went for his kidneys, Jason!
Puncture those, and he'll bleed out in less than two minutes."

   "But first, I had to disarm him.  That's why I slashed his arm, to sever
the muscles and tendons so that he had to drop the knife."

   Rosie stopped, going grey.  "Oh, god, I feel sick," she said, her hand
going to her mouth.

   I held her close, and she clung to me desperately.  "I don't ever want
to go through that again!  Please god, never again," she said, and then
lifting her head, she took my face in her hands, and lifting her mouth, she
kissed me, softly at first, and then heatedly with more passion.

   ***

   Rosie moved closer, to sit on my lap facing me.  She put her legs over
mine, kneeling and resting her weight on my legs.  Taking my face into her
hands, she devoured my mouth with kisses, almost desperate in her need.

   "Hold me," she whispered.  "Touch me, please, for god's sake, touch me!"

   Then she went back to kissing me, and as my hands went to her breasts,
she whimpered and thrust her chest at me.  Rosie pushed me back into the
couch, her hands now at the buttons of my shirt, fumbling but managing to
undo them.  Then when my chest was bare, her fingers rested on my skin for
a moment.  She grabbed the hem of her dress, and with a quick pull, had it
up over her head and tossing it onto the floor, she sat back, allowing me
to gaze at her breasts, creamy white topped with hard pink nipples.

   Rosie leaned back into me as my hands went to her breasts, holding them,
my thumbs drawing slow circles on her nipples, which were solid and
rubbery. She was short of breath now, and her kisses were becoming more
desperate, her hands roaming over any part of me she could reach.

   "Oh, gawd!" she groaned as she thrust herself away from me, and then
climbing off me to stand a little unsteadily on her feet, she took me by
the hand and pulled me off the couch.

   "I need you!" she panted.  "Please, I want you to fuck me!"

   ***

   Without waiting for an answer, the nearly-nude woman towed me to her
room, and after closing her door, she turned the light on, and stepping
back into my embrace, her mouth devoured mine with open-mouthed kisses.

   While I took off my shirt, her hands went to my belt, and in quick time,
my jeans were undone, and she was fishing around in my underwear for my
turgid prick.

   Then with an intake of breath, she found it, and levering it out, she
stroked it with both hands, feeling the silky texture.  With a groan of
pure need, Rosie dropped to her knees, and opening her mouth, plunged her
head onto the head of my cock, which was rock hard and aching.

   I pushed my jeans down past my butt, and then Rosie took them in her
hands, sliding them down my legs.  One of her hands grabbed my butt to
steady me as I kicked them off, her mouth never letting my cock go.  Then
she started to slide her mouth up and down my member, her tongue slipping
and sliding all over it as she sucked wantonly.

   When I put my hands on the sides of her head, Rosie yanked her head
away, making my cock slap wetly against my lower belly.

   "No!" she said, a look of fear in her eyes.  The calmer, she stood, slid
her panties down her legs but leaving her black stockings on, and lying
down on her back on the bed, she opened her legs and held her breasts in
her hands.  Breathlessly she said, "Fuck me, Jason, fuck me now!  I need
it, I need you!"

   Her shaved pussy, the stubble a darker shade than the hair on her head,
was wet and very slick with her juices, opened slightly and red with blood
showing me how turned on she was.  I knelt on the bed between her legs, and
as I lay over her, she reached down and held my cock as I moved it toward
her opening.

   Then I was in, the head of my cock just inside her warm and wet orifice.
Rosie closed her eyes, and with her hips lifting in short jerks, she told
me to stop teasing her, and to hurry up and fuck her!

   With a plunge that buried my cock to the hilt, I took a deep breath and
groaned, because her pussy was so tight!  It was like sliding into a virgin
girl!  Rosie wailed, her hips bucking under me.  I began to match her,
thrusting and pounding into her, making the woman cry out and gasp with
pleasure.

   We fucked for an indeterminable time, her legs locked around my back,
lost in the feelings of our bodies joining and parting, over and over
again. I couldn't get enough of her pussy, the tightness drawing my cock
back inside it plunge after plunge.

   With a shriek, Rosie climaxed, grabbing me around my upper body and
pulling me into a chest-to-chest embrace, her head thrown back.  She was
crying out, `fuckfuckfuck, oooh fuuuck!' her hips still slamming up at mine
as I pounded into her.  Her pussy contracted around my cock, and with a
groaning shout, I shot my seed deep into her, feeling like boiling lava was
pumping out of me into her waiting body.

   "Yes," she cried, "shoot in me!  Oh, god, I can feel it!  Oh my god!"

   ***

   We slowly ground to a halt, both of us panting with the effort of our
love-making.  I flopped off her body, and lying side-by-side we stared at
the ceiling, gasping as we waited for our breathing to come back under
control.  Rosie rolled over onto her side to face me, touching my cheek
softly with her fingers, and looking me in the eye, her eyes searching
mine, she said quietly, "Stay the night?"

   I smiled, and agreed, feeling too tired to move.

   ***

   We got up anyway, showering together, our hands gentle on each other's
bodies as we washed and touched each other.  Then we went back to bed, and
with the light off this time, we talked for a while.

   "Thank you, Jason," Rosie said.  "Again!  She gave a giggle, laying her
head on my chest.  "This is getting to be a habit, me thanking you!"

   Then she grinned, and said, "Not that I'm complaining!  You were, oh my,
how to describe how I feel!  Warm and glowing doesn't even come close!"

   "Sorry to bring it up," I said to her, "but what about Jensen,
Voichenko? Didn't you two, you know...?"

   Rosie rolled onto her back, her hands clasped together on her stomach,
and said bitterly, "No, we didn't.  That day we broke up, I was going to
give myself to him that night.  I'm glad I didn't, now."

   Rosie said no more about it, so I didn't press her.

   "I haven't had a man inside me since my father," she said quietly after
a moment's silence.  "I wasn't going to go all the way with you tonight,
thinking that a meal and some company was all I was prepared to give.  But
seeing you with my daughter, and you being exactly who you are, changed my
mind."

   Then she rolled onto her side to face me, and said, "You're not sorry,
are you?"

   I said in a serious tone, shaking my head, "No, Rosie.  I don't know why
you would ask me that.  I'm not sorry it happened in the least!"

   ***

   Rosie moved over to me, and cuddling close, we drifted off to sleep.

   ***

   During the night, what time exactly I couldn't say, I woke and felt a
small body spooning between Rosie and myself.  It was Octavia, wearing just
her panties and her pajama top, her body tight against mine, her hand
resting on Rosie's side.  She was sleeping, so resting my head back onto
the pillow, I closed my eyes and slept.

   ***

   Even without the alarm clock, I'd gotten in the habit of waking early in
the morning.  The sky was just getting light, and lying there, the last
vestiges of sleep left me.  I slid out of bed to use the bathroom.  I
washed my face, and as I looked into the mirror, I looked myself in the
eyes, and said, "Okay, so what happens now?"

   I had no answer, so drying my face, I went back to Rosie's room.  I was
still nude, and when I stood at the door, Rosie and Octavia were awake,
looking at me.  Octavia had no hint of embarrassment as her gaze rested on
my limp dick.  Rosie laid there, a frown on her face, then gesturing to me,
she patted the place where I had been lying.  I went around to the side of
the bed, and slipped under the covers.

   Rosie and her daughter shared a look, and then Rosie said a little
hesitantly, "While you were in the bathroom, Octavia and I had a little
talk." She flicked a look at her daughter, and said, "There's something she
wants, and although I don't know if you should, she's adamant that she
wants something from you, something that appears to be important to her."

   That put me on my guard, but made me curious also, so speaking to the
girl, I asked, "What is it, Octavia?  What do you want me to do?"

   She lay there, her hands bunching up the sheet that covered her, then in
a small voice, she said, "I heard you and mom last night, you know, when
you, um, did stuff."

   "Yes?'

   Then completely straight-faced, she said, "And I, um, I want you to make
me feel good like you did mom."

   ***

   Wow!  I shit you not!  I was shocked, my mouth dropping open, unable to
speak for a moment.

   "Octavia," I said when my vocal chords could work again, "I've never
done it with a little girl before!  Are you really, absolutely sure you
want to do this?  Are you really positive that you want me to make love to
you?"

   "I'm not a little girl!" she said, a little pissed off.  "My grandfather
didn't think so!  I heard mom last night, and she was happy when you two
did stuff together!  I could tell!"

   I looked at Rosie, who blushed slightly under my gaze, dropping her
eyes. Sensing her advantage, she hurried on.  "I'm nearly twelve, and I
can't have babies.  I've got boobs, same as mom, but smaller."

   Then she gave me a pleading look, but it wasn't the look of an artful
child wanting her own way.  I knew that particular look, from when Mari was
smaller.  This girl was scared, frightened that I'd say no, that it might
hurt, I suppose, I couldn't tell you what else I saw there in the depths of
her liquid brown eyes that had begun to tear up.

   "Please, Jason.  I really do want you to do it, to um, to make love to
me." Looking at her mother again, Rosie's expression and body language told
me that it was completely my choice to make.

   ***

   I lay there, the seconds stretching out, and then I found my head
nodding.  "If you're sure, and I mean really, really sure," I said.

   Octavia nodded, her eyes alight.  "I want to, Jason!  Mom and I have
done stuff, but I've never had a man like she has."

   Rosie blushed a darker shade of red, and both of us tried not to burst
out laughing.  With my lips twitching, I managed to ask her, "So, when did
you want to do this, then?"

   She got up onto her knees, and undoing the buttons on her pajama top,
she took it off, and said, "Now!"

   ***

   She was enthusiastic, I'll give her that.  Octavia rolled her hips, and
then with a girlish giggle, she tossed me her panties.  I caught them and
holding them to my nose, I made a long, loud sniffing sound and I rolled my
eyes in mock pleasure, which made her double up laughing.  Her little girl
smell was intoxicating, her panties warm from her body.  Then she sat up,
and I got a good look at her little body.

   She was slim, still with a trace of baby fat around her stomach.  Her
boobs were small and pear shaped, her nipples large and puffy.  I wanted
nothing more at that point than to lean into them and taste them, my mouth
and tongue feeling the texture of them.

   Octavia saw the look in my eyes, and the laughter dried up.  Her waist
was beginning to have the curves of a woman, and as my gaze dropped to her
thighs, she moved her legs open a little, unconsciously, I'm sure.  Her
little pussy had a few hairs on it, only a little darker than the hair on
her head.  She was like her mother, only in miniature.

   My mouth was dry, and with my voice almost cracking, I asked her how she
wanted to do this?  Octavia gave me a blank look, so Rosie said, "Did you
want to be on your back, darling, or try another position?

   The girl blushed, and said, "There's more than one position?"

   I couldn't help it, I laughed at the confused expression on her face. 
The girl blushed in embarrassment, so apologising, I told her that there
were many, the main ones being man on top, `missionary,', girl on top,
`cowgirl,' girl sitting on the man facing the other way, `reverse cowgirl,'
and `doggy-style,' girl on her knees, with the man entering behind the
girl.

   Octavia digested that bit of information, and then asked, "Which way did
you do mom last night?"

   I said, "It was missionary, Octavia.  I was on top; your mom was under
me."

   ***

   Octavia looked at me, then to her mother, and then said with a nod, "I
think that we'll try that first."

   I got her to lie down on her back, and gently parting her legs, I lay on
my stomach and getting comfortable and resting my weight on my elbows.  I
dipped my head toward her young pussy.  She looked moist already, and the
aroma of her little-girl juices drew my head closer.  She had her head
raised, watching me.  Then she went up onto her elbows to get a better
look.

   When my tongue slid up her folds, she threw her head back, a carbon copy
of her mother's mannerisms.  She took a deep breath, held it, and when my
tongue rested on her tiny clit, she let it out in a `whoosh!' I moved my
tongue in tiny circles on her little nubbin, making her flop onto the bed,
parting her legs wider and groan with pleasure.

   "Oh, mom, that's nice!" she said, her voice dreamy.  I began to lick her
pussy, starting from her perineum to her clit, up, down, and in circles,
fluttering my tongue all over her pussy.  Octavia reached over to grab her
mother's hand, gripping it tightly.

   She started to hunch her hips, but I locked my mouth onto her pussy and
sped up my tongue, thrashing and delving deep into her pussy and
concentrating on her clit.  Then with a wail, she threw back her head, and
grabbing my head by the hair, she climaxed into my mouth, sobbing and
making inarticulate sounds as her body hunched and spasmed with her
contractions.

   ***

   Octavia's eyes were open, but unseeing as her chest rose and fell.  Then
her rigid body relaxed, giving one last shudder.  Octavia raised her arms
over her head and stretched languidly.  She turned to Rosie, and in a
dreamy voice, smiling she said, "Oh, mom!  Just like you, but really
different!"

   ***

   Rosie chuckled, and leaned over to her child and kissed her on the lips.
Octavia kissed her back, and then for several seconds, I was forgotten as
mother and daughter shared an intimate moment together.

   I went to my knees, my cock rigid and twitching, and the thought of
making love to this young woman-child was all the incentive I needed to
become hard.  I moved between her outspread thighs, her little pussy
looking so tiny below my cock.  Rosie looked at my cock, then telling me to
wait, she scooted down and took me into her mouth, her tongue sliding over
the head, spreading her saliva over as much of it as she could.  Then when
she was satisfied I was lubricated enough, she moved back up the bed to
watch.

   Octavia watched me position myself, and then my cockhead was touching
her opening.  She went rigid, and then her eyes flew open as I started to
push slowly inside her.  Suddenly, she gave a strangled scream, and moved
so fast, one moment she was lying under me, the next, she was sitting up by
the headboard, her legs closed and drawn up to her chest, her arms clasped
tightly around them.  She was shaking, her eyes terrified.

   I sat back, and said to Rosie sadly, "Maybe she isn't as ready as she
thought."

   "I don't think so, either," she said, watching her daughter closely.

   I started to get off the bed saying, "I think I'll go now.  It's okay,
Octavia, you really don't have to do this, you know."

   That snapped the young girl out of her stupor, and giving a yell, she
lunged across the bed to grab my hand.

   "NO!" she had yelled, stopping me from going any further.  I had lost my
erection.  No point in having one if I wasn't going to use it.

   "Don't go!  she said, her eyes panicky.  "Please, Jason, I'm okay,
really!  I just, I um, I, I thought, I mean," she stammered, not making
sense at all.  Then the truth dawned on me.

   "You were remembering your grandfather, weren't you?" I said as
compassionately as I could.

   She looked at me, and then blushing, she hung her head and nodded.

   ***

   "That's okay, Octavia," I told her, sitting on the edge of the bed.  "I
can understand.  Some things are hard to forget, and your rape is one of
them." Octavia sat there, and then she started to cry bitterly, and then
thumped her little fist into the covers.  "I can't do anything right!" she
howled, disappointed.

   "I wouldn't worry about it, little lady," I told her.  "If you're not
ready, you're not ready, it's as simple as that!"

   "But I am!" she said exasperated.  "I am so ready!  I want to.  I want
what mom had last night!"

   Just then, her stomach growled, stopping all conversation.  Octavia
looked at her stomach with a look of surprise, then burst into giggles. 
Rosie was smiling, as was I, then Rosie said, "Maybe what you want is some
breakfast, young lady!"

   ***

   We dressed casual, meaning all we put on was our underwear, the girls
going topless.  The sun was up by this time, and the day was sunny with
only a sporadic cloud or two.  The small kitchen was crowded with the three
of us in there, and as we moved around, I don't know who started it, but
suddenly there was a game of grab-ass going on.  My ass would be squeezed,
and as I turned around, two females were looking at me with innocent looks.
So I waited until their backs were turned, and quickly grabbed both of
theirs, and then turned around.  They squealed, but I gave them the same
innocent look they'd given me.  Then it was all on, and no pretence was
made of innocence this time.

   We laughed, Octavia giggling, and when I turned around to ask for the
eggs, Octavia got brave and gave my cock a squeeze.  It was half-hard by
this time, and when she grabbed my cock, she held onto it, her eyes
lascivious and a big grin split her face in two.

   "Mmmm, dessert!" She giggled, giving it another squeeze before being
told to scoot and set the table.

   ***

   I didn't get to make love to Octavia that day, which I had to admit
disappointed me a little.  But, she definitely wasn't ready to go that far,
no matter what she said, and nothing more was said about it.  After
breakfast, I dressed, and receiving hugs and kisses from the two ladies, I
left them, driving home with a smile on my face.

   When I got home, I came through the front door, calling out, "Hey there!
I'm home!"

   Mari called out from her room, "Hi, Jason!  Mom's out, she's gone
shopping.  I've got a friend staying a couple of days, and we'll be out in
a few minutes!"

   I went to the kitchen to make a coffee, and as the kettle boiled, I
heard the sound of two female voices coming from Mari's room.  Then the
voices came closer, and looking up as I poured water into my cup, I saw a
beautiful auburn-haired girl standing there with Mari.  Both girls were
dressed only in shirts and panties, grinning at me.  Then I did a
double-take, and putting the kettle down, I said smiling, "Trina!  My god,
girl, you've grown up!"

   Trina grinned, proudly pushing her chest out as my eyes drank in the
teenaged perfection standing there.  She had indeed grown!  She had
wonderful C cup breasts, her nipples visible, poking through her shirt. 
Her legs were long and shapely, and then she did a pirouette, and I got a
flash of her firm rounded butt encased in white panties.

   "My god, you're a honey!" I breathed before thinking.  Both girls
laughed throatily.

   ***

   "I heard you were on a date last night," Trina said.  She gave me a
wicked look, and asked, "So, did you get any?  What was she like?"

   "None of your business," I laughed.  "A gentleman never tells!"

   She pouted, her eyes dancing, coming to stand close to me.  I smelt her
fragrance, and my hands itched to hold her and explore her fine curves.  "I
bet I could make you tell!" she said sexily.

   "I bet you could too," I told her, "but you'd have a hard time doing
it."

   She traced her finger down my stomach and rested it onto my twitching
cock, and looking into my eyes she breathed, "A `hard time' sounds good to
me!"

   "I'm glad you're home," Mari said.  "Trina's got one hell of an
appetite, and mom and I tried to keep up with her, but it wasn't easy, I
can tell you!"

   "Ever since I lost my virginity, I love sex!" Trina said.  "I looked it
up, and it's called, `nymphomania." I could fuck all day, every day!  It's
like I'm permanently wet, or waiting to get fucked!  I've done a couple of
movies, and I'm getting some lovely royalties from them!"

   "You've done porno's?" I asked her surprised.

   "Sure," she said matter-of-factly, shrugging a shoulder.  "I've done
boy-girl, which was my first one," she said ticking them off on her
fingers." I've also done girl-girl, boy-boy-girl, and a gang-bang.  That
one was fun!  All those lovely hard dicks to play with!  Yummy!  Look up,
`Trixie Dixie Does The Football Team" online, and have a look at what I can
do!"

   I made a mental note to do just that!

   She laughed, and said, "I was fourteen when I did that one, and yes, it
was a real football team!"

   ***

   "If you don't mind me asking, who was the lucky guy?"

   Trina smirked, and said, "My father!  Poor guy didn't know what hit him!
If we hadn't moved away when we did, you would have done the honours!"

   I had a memory flash, and seeing that in my eyes, Trina said, "That's
right!  It was my father that Jacob decked!  Dad was a different man after
that, it totally mellowed him out.  Amazing what one punch could do!"

   I took my coffee into the living room, the girls following me in.  After
I had made myself comfortable, Trina stood before me, a calculating look in
her eye.

   "Jason," she said seriously, "we have some catching up to do.  Would you
like a blowjob?"

   I sat there stunned, making the girls laugh at the expression on my
face. My eyes bugged, and my jaw dropped.  Just like that, she wanted to
give me a blowjob!  Now that's forward!

   ***

   Without waiting, she dropped to her knees, and undoing my belt and
pants, Trina pulled them down just far enough to free my growing erection.
When she had it in her hands, stroking it, she said, "Now that's a cock! 
So this is what I've been missing out on all this time!"

   I couldn't say a word, I just sat there and watched as she licked the
tip and ran her hands up and down the length softly.

   "I used to lie in bed and dream of your cock, Jason," she said softly,
looking into my eyes still stroking my boner.  "I would masturbate at night
fantasizing that you'd be fucking me, making me come!  The dreams of an
eleven year old are powerful things!  I'd go home after being here, lock
myself in my room, and play with myself!"

   "God, those orgasms were a knock-out!"

   "When we moved away, I cried at losing the chance to finally have you
fucking me.  I couldn't take it anymore, so one night, after my sisters had
gone to bed, I seduced my father.  Mom had got post-natal depression or
something after having my youngest sister, and ended up splitting from us.
Last I heard, she'd run off with a bulldyke."

   Smearing my precum over the glans with a finger she said, "It was Dad
who first filmed us.  Then he submitted the film to an online site that I'd
found, an underground website that has young girls on it, and my career
went from there!"

   She flicked her head toward Mari's room, and said, "I have a copy on DVD
for you."

   "I've fucked all of my sisters, I've got copies of that for you as well,
and Dad doesn't go without anymore, in any way, I can promise you that!"

   ***

   Then not saying another word, she dipped her head, and took my cock into
her mouth.  I felt saliva trickle down my shaft, and using that as
lubrication, Trina started to pump my cock, her tongue dancing all over the
head, and licking the shaft.

   Then just using her mouth, Trina hooked her thumbs into the waistband of
her panties and pushed them off her hips.  Mari came over, and helped her
take them off.  The smell of her juices were wafting around the room, and
then Mari took off her panties as well, sitting next to me, her eyes glued
to what her friend was doing, her fingers busy in her snatch.

   Then unable to wait anymore, Trina got up off her knees, and turning
around with her back to me, she closed her legs, and sat on my cock, which
Mari held for her.  As she slipped down my shaft, I groaned from the sheer
heaven of the warm wet sheath that encased me.

   Trina started to rock her hips, then putting her hands on my knees, she
began to raise and lower herself.  I pumped into her as best as I was able.
Our rhythm became faster, and then grabbing her by the waist, I held her
body and slammed myself up into her pussy.

   Trina cried out, "Oh, god, yes!  Fuck me like that!  Fuck me hard!"

   I did, the sweat pouring off me.  Then after about ten minutes, I felt
my climax coming, pardon the pun!  "Cumming, baby!" I groaned, and jumping
off me, Trina turned, went to her knees and began to jack me, her eyes and
mouth wide open, waiting for my sperm to ejaculate.

   She didn't have to wait long!

   As I stood above her, her hand jacking me off hard, I gave a groan that
rose in volume, until I was shooting my sperm onto her face until she got
the angle right and the rest of my seed went into her mouth, pooling on her
tongue.  She swallowed it with a loud gulp.  Finally I was spent, and
tired, I sat down again.

   Trina was still on her knees, pushing my cum toward her mouth with a
finger and swallowing it.  "Too bad we didn't get that on camera!" she
said, her eyes alight with mischief.  "Not to worry, there's something I've
always wanted to do, and you're it, Jason!  And," she said, smiling, "if
you agree, we'll have it all on camera this time!"

   ***

   Chapter Eight.

   ***

   Trina looked at Mari, who was still bottomless, her hand between her
legs.  "Oh, poor Mari!  Still not finished yet?  Let Trixie Dixie fix that
for you!"

   She grabbed Mari's legs, and pulled her butt toward the edge of the
couch.  Then lowering her head, her tongue out, she dived between Mari's
thighs and started to lick and suck on my sister's pussy.  Mari lay back,
her eyes closed, humming to herself.  Then a few minutes later, Mari raised
her legs into the air and wailed as her climax hit her.  She shook, her
face screwed up, an almost-snarl on her face.

   Then panting, she dropped her legs, her face shiny with perspiration,
gasping for air.

   "God, you're fucking good!" she said to her friend.

   "Practice, my dear!" Trina quipped, grinning; her lips and chin shining
with my sister's secretions.

   ***

   Just then mom came through the front door, bags of groceries in her
hands.  She saw us, grinned and put the bags onto the kitchen bench.  She
came to join us, and sitting down, she raised her skirt above her knees. 
She wasn't wearing panties, and raising her legs, she invited Trina to help
herself.  As Trina grinned and knelt between her legs, mom said, "I never
knew how horny I'd get just walking around with no panties on!  I was sure
everyone knew, by the smile on my face!"

   She smiled at the girl, and said, "Good idea, Trina!"

   Trina started to finger mom's clit, causing her to moan softly, mom's
pussy squelching as two fingers of her other hand were buried to the hilt
in her sopping snatch.  Then turning to me, she said, "I used to sit on the
end of Elisabeth's deck chair, staring at her pussy when she'd have her
bikini on!  I would imagine my fingers and face between her legs, and it
took all of my willpower not to touch her!"

   She smiled at mom, and said, "I'm glad I can now!"

   Mom whispered, "Me too, honey !  I used to imagine the same thing about
you!  Talk about wasted opportunities!"

   Trina put her face to mom's cunny, and in a short time under Trina's
expert ministrations, mom was moaning and grimacing as she climaxed into
Trina's face.  As the last echoes of her climax faded, mom gasped, "I
really needed that!" She lay back to get her breath, then standing, she
kissed the girl before her, and humming, she went to put the food away.

   ***

   I got a call later that afternoon just as the sun was making its way
toward the skyline.  It was Jacob, and he asked me if I was doing anything
that evening.  I told him we had an old friend staying for a couple of
weeks, and she'd promised to show us some home movies.

   He said, "Sounds interesting.  Listen, Jason, this is important.  We
need you to come over tonight.  Mother has some people coming over, and you
have to be here."

   "What about the others," I asked.  "Are they invited, too?"

   Jason told me to wait, then a few seconds later he said, "They can come,
but understand this, my brother.  This is an important ceremony, and if
they come, they must not speak during it.  They must be as silent as
shadows."

   That made me think.  What the hell was going on, I wondered?

   I said to him, "Wait a moment.  I'll ask and see if they want to come
over."

   I put the phone down, and called mom, Mari, and Trina together.  I
related to them what Jacob had said, and at first they were excited about
this `secret' ceremony, but then the two girls balked at staying in the
background during it.  I told them it must be important if I had been
invited, and if they wanted to stay I could always tell them about it later
when I got home.

   Mom told me to tell Jacob they would be there, admonishing the two
girls, Trina especially, to behave themselves.  She fixed Trina with a
serious look, and said, "This family has a lot of influence in this town,
honey, and in other places we don't even know about.  Please, Trina, don't
do anything to embarrass Jason.  Can you keep your instincts in check, just
this once?"

   The young woman held mom's look, and surprising me, she said, "Of
course, Elisabeth.  I may act the predatory she-wolf, but I love you all,
and neither Jason, nor you both, have anything to fear.  I'll be fine." I
picked the phone back up, and told my best friend we'll be right over.

   ***

   "Don't hurry," he said.  "The last member of the Council won't be here
until about half-ten, eleven.  If you haven't already had dinner, do it
now. That will give you plenty of time to get ready."

   I told him we would, and satisfied, he rung off.  I held the phone for a
moment before putting it down, the placing the receiver onto the phone, I
turned to see mom go into the kitchen.

   Dinner was a little muted.  No matter how many questions I was asked by
my sister and her inquisitive friend, I could only tell them what they
already knew.  Young females are not easily gratified when there's a secret
in the offing.

   ***

   When we arrived at Natasha's house, her drive was clogged with cars.  A
suited and heavily muscled young man took charged of our car to park it. 
We were more than subdued when we were escorted into the large living room.
All the furniture was gone, no doubt packed away in another room, and at
least seventy people were standing in the room.  Banners hung from the
walls, colourful and extremely old by the look of some of them.

   Mari's mouth hung open as she looked around, noticing the robes that
everyone wore.  There was a distinct `Russian' air, and for a moment, it
was like we'd gone back in time for several centuries.  Men and women,
ranging in age from their twenties to their late fifties or sixties,
watched us enter sombrely.

   There had been a muted hum of conversation, but as we stepped through
the door, silence fell over the throng.  Looking toward the end of the
room, Natasha sat on a wooden chair, much like a Queen on her throne. 
Jacob stood behind her, sombre and looking wary, wearing just a colourful
vest and loose baggy trousers.  Belted to his waist was a curved sword, and
somehow I knew it wasn't there for decoration.  I heard Trina take a deep
breath when she saw him, and I detected sexual excitement in that sound.

   But she kept her word, and didn't speak, or make a sound apart from that
inhalation of breath.

   A young woman in loose robes came to mom and the girls, and neatly
steered them to the side of the room.  Standing there looking out of place
was Rosie and Octavia, who gave me a small wave and a big grin.

   I smiled back at her, and waggled my fingers, and then I faced the front
of the room again.

   ***

   That's when I noticed something long and thin, covered with a black
velvet cloth, resting across Natasha's knees.  She had one hand resting on
it, her face showing no emotion.  She looked truly Queen-like, and without
knowing why, I stepped forward, and about two paces from her, I dropped to
one knee and dipped my head in salute to her.  I heard gasps of surprise
from the people behind me, and raising my head, I saw the same surprise,
and a little joy, in Natasha's eyes.  A smile tugged at the edges of her
mouth.

   "Respect is such a simple thing," she said serenely, her voice carrying
in the now quiet room.  "See how he has taught us all a lesson here today!"

   Several males behind me grumped wordlessly, causing the imperious
woman's eyes to go hard and search the crowd.

   She looked back to me, and using her hand in an upward gesture, she
said, "Stand, Jassa.  I am gratified that you show me such honour," she
said softly.

   I stood erect, feeling the weight of all those eyes behind me.  Standing
there in front of her, I was a little disconcerted by being out in front of
them all, and irrationally, I felt alone and vulnerable.  A spot between my
shoulder-blades itched, so rolling my shoulders, I tried to make it go
away.

   ***

   Then standing, her robes flowing and moving with a soft hiss, Natasha
looked over my head, saying, "Tonight we have all come here for several
reasons.  A time of war is upon our Host.  Enemies are flocking together,
their aim to wipe us, and our entire stanitsa, from the face of the Earth.
Even now, they mobilise, and our intelligence has spoken of several hundred
plastuns already preparing for battle."

   Not a sound was heard, but the excitement and some trepidation was
palpable behind me.  The woman before me looked into my eyes, and I saw
strain and concern, mixed with pride and hope.

   "This young man standing before us is worthy of honour.  He has shown
respect, love, loyalty, and he has put himself in harm's way to protect
those he loves and cares for.  He may not have been born into the People,
but tonight we make him our brother, a full member of our Host."

   There was a collective intake of breath, and I heard Trina whisper
softly, "No way!"

   Natasha flicked her eyes at the girl, then looking me in the eyes,
holding my gaze, she said, "Tonight, Jassa, you have a family that is so
large, it would take the steppes that our ancestors once roamed across to
hold them."

   She was holding the object flat before her body, and with a flourish,
she pulled the black velvet covering off, and my eyes nearly fell out of my
head.  She was holding a sword.  It had no guard, and the large curved
pommel, or handle, had what looked like ivory grips.  Small jewels glinted
on the handle and scabbard, and shot out bright tiny rainbows that seemed
like multi-coloured sparks.  The blade of the sword was encased in a wooden
scabbard, which looked like it had seen an interesting life.

   "This sword, Jassa," she said with a catch in her voice, "was once owned
by a man, a very dear and loved man, who died wielding it, defending our
family.  It has seen times of light and dark, and I give it to you, knowing
in my heart that you will never dishonour it."

   I looked to Jacob, and his eyes were shining with pride.  He smiled
tightly, giving me a small nod.

   Natasha stepped forward, and raising her arms, she held the sword out to
me.  Then lifting her head, she said, "In their society, they have no
manhood ceremony, which is a shame, not only for their young men, which
robs them of something precious, but it is a shame on their society as a
whole."

   ***

   "Take this," she said, handing it to me.  I gently took it and held it,
feeling the weight of it in my out-stretched hands.  I was sure I could
hear the jingle of horse's harness, and the sound of the wind sighing over
vast stretches of verdant grasslands.  My mouth went dry, and holding that
sword, I became lost in her dark and mysterious eyes.

   "In our culture this is known as a `Shaska,' and this one is very, very
old.  It was forged in the fifteenth century, and sadly, that's all I know
of its history.  What I do know is that it was passed down from father to
son, the last man having no sons to bequeath it to.  Our people used these
to defend their homeland from the incursions of Tartar raiders, and also
invaders.  Sadly, they also used them on other Hosts, their brothers, as
well!"

   "I present it to you, not only as a mark of respect, but to you as a man
and a warrior, and also with a plea.  I will not order you, or expect you
to give me your service out of obligation.  I will ask you this one thing,
and if you refuse, I will respect your decision.  I will still be the same
Natasha you've always known, not the Ataman of a mighty and powerful Host."

   "Jassa, she said, straightening up and pushing her shoulders back.  My
eyes flicked to her out-thrust breasts, but she pretended not to notice. 
"Jassa, as I said, a time of war is coming, and we need you.  What I ask is
this; that even under the threat of pain, loss of those you love, and even
under the prospect of death, will you stand with us?"

   ***

   Natasha was asking me to be soldier in her army!  The urge to turn and
seek my mother's counsel and permission was overpowering, but I steeled
myself not to, to keep my back to her.  A smile appeared in Natasha's eyes
as she watched me.  She gave an almost imperceptible nod.  I sighed, and
looked at the sword in my hands.  Holding the scabbard with my left hand, I
placed my right hand on the hilt, and gripping it tightly, I slowly slid
the blade out of the sheath.  There was a brief moment of hesitation, and
then it came out soundlessly.

   I can't fully describe what I felt as I looked at that curved shiny
blade.  In my imagination, I could hear the cries and clash of battle, and
then I felt a deep excitement, a lust for combat like a wave engulfing me.
I felt the power of that sword, and knowing without knowing, I knew it had
seen blood and battle in ages past.

   My chest was tight, my breath seemed locked in my throat.  My vision
swam, and so dropping to one knee again before her, I held the naked blade
before her horizontally, and in Russian I said, "My Lady, I am yours to
command!"

   ***

   Natasha looked over my head, leant down to place her fingertips just
above my blade, and in ringing tones that had more than a hint of pride and
victory, she cried "Done!"

   ***

   Hands helped me to my feet, and then a fur-trimmed cloak was put around
my shoulders, and fastened by a male and a female's hands.

   They turned me to face the gathered throng, and a roaring shout went up,
that was like the thunder of thousands of hooves of charging horses. 
Several men and women ululated, sending shivers down my back.

   I re-sheathed the sword, holding it tightly.  And then the crowd stepped
forward, to shake my hand and thump me on the back.  A bottle of vodka was
pressed into my free hand, and like a warrior of times gone, I raised it to
my lips and took a deep draught.  Damn, but the smooth and fiery liquor
made my eyes water copiously, but I didn't choke, and then, holding the
bottle up, I acknowledged their cheers.  Shouts and laughter rang out, and
then mom and the girls came to me, Mari and Trina smiling, Trina's eyes
glowing with supressed sexual excitement, Mari's in pride.  Mom smiled
quietly, and stepping into my embrace, she whispered, "I'm proud of you, my
son.  Please be careful!"

   ***

   Then Rosie was standing before me, looking shy and timid, and her hands
were on her daughter's shoulders.  Octavia was literally vibrating with
excitement, her breath gasping, and her hands were fluttering in front of
her body, as if she didn't know whether to hug me or not.  I held out my
hands, and then she flew into my embrace, sobbing and hiccupping in joy.  I
held out one hand to Rosie, and stepping forward, she held me tightly.

   ***

   Natasha introduced me to the Council of Elders, and then when that was
done, she steered me around the room, making introductions, and also giving
me the impression she was showing me off.  Several young women around my
age eyed me with looks that ranged from predatory to outright disinterest.

   Mom, Rosie and the three girls were taken in hand by a bevy of women
into a huddle, and soon their reserved attitude became relaxed enough to
chat animatedly and sharing laughter from jokes I didn't hear.

   Finally, I had a moment to myself, and as Jacob stood beside me, he
nodded to the sword I still gripped, and said, "Your education has only
just begun, my brother."

   I gave him a blank look, so he said, "It's my duty to teach you how to
use that thing.  From now on, leave your car at home.  I'll pick you up
every day for work, and in the evenings, while we yet have time, I'll be
your tutor in the arts of combat."

   I looked at the shaska, then to my friend, and all I could say was, "No
shit?"

   ***

   Jacob proved to be a hard taskmaster.  We didn't use our real swords,
practising with heavy wooden replicas, called `wasters.' "Keep your sword
up!  Keep that damned elbow in!  Short thrusts!  What are you doing,
picking flowers?  Cutting hay?  Holy fucking Jesus!" he`d yell at me.  He'd
give me hard thumps for my efforts, constantly at me to do better.  "The
object is not to get hit!  Stop me hitting you!  Attack me, you boneless
puppet!" But when we'd stop for the night, my whole body aching, my arm and
shoulder burning, he'd become the same quiet and caring friend I'd always
known.

   "You're doing better," he said one day as I gulped air into my lungs,
sweat streaming down my shirtless body.  "That's good!"

   My bruises disagreed with him.  I was sore all over, his waster cracking
my body time and again.  Then one day, I noticed that he wasn't hitting me
as much, and then with a twist of my body, and a slash at his head, my
wooden sword stopped dead on his neck, with a touch.

   "Not bad, Jason," he smiled.  "But look down."

   I did, and noticed the point of his waster in my groin.  "Watch
yourself. Use your whole body as your eyes.  Know where his sword is at all
times, and concentrate on staying alive."

   He stepped back, and called a halt, saying we were finishing early, as
he had a date.

   ***

   Mom would rub a healing cream into my sore and aching body at night. 
Then one, two, or all three women would soothe other aching stiff muscles.
Trina had extended her stay with us, mom and Mari glad of the company.  The
young woman was like family, as her and Mari grew up together, friends
since birth, almost.  Trina was taking care of our groceries, and bills. 
"I've made a pile from sex", she said one day.  "Besides, I like it here,
and until my manager calls me for a new shoot to be done, I really don't
have that much else to do!"

   ***

   Friday, as we were driving home from work, Jacob said, "You can have the
weekend off, Jason.  I have to leave town for a couple of days, family
business.  Rest up, and gather your strength." Then he gave me a sideways
look, and grinned.  "At least try not to let Trina fuck you senseless!" We
laughed.

   Trina had introduced herself to him the night of the investiture, and as
a result, she and Jacob had `hooked up' a couple of times since then. 
She'd come home either late in the night, or the next day.  When I saw
Jacob after his first `date' with our guest, he shook his head and just
said, "Wow!"

   At the meeting, Trina had chatted with him, and artfully getting him to
show her his room, she closed the door, went to her knees, and blew him. 
"God, what a cock!" she enthused at home afterward.  "I could get him all
the work he could handle!"

   ***

   I told the women of our household about my having the weekend off as
soon as I walked in the door, and Trina clapped her hands and said, "Well,
finally!  You remember that little shoot I wanted to do with you, Jason? 
Well, guess what, now's the perfect opportunity for us to do it!"

   Before I had a chance to say a word, she jumped to her feet and with the
command to "stay there!" pointing at me, she ran to Mari's room.  Mom, Mari
and I looked at each other, bemused by her enthusiasm.

   Trina came back holding a black box-like case that measured a foot and a
half long by a foot high, and about eight inches or so wide.  Putting it
down, she knelt on the carpet, and opening the case by undoing a couple of
clips, she took out a large camera that looked like a smaller version of
what a news cameraman would carry.

   Then she took out some papers that at first looked like fliers but she
explained that they were model release forms.  "These are for yours, and
mine, protection," she explained.  "Sometimes we get girls who are all for
getting filmed, but if the shit hit the fan, they try and say that we
coerced them into filming them.  But, once the release form is shown to the
authorities, they have no leg to stand on legally.  If you agree to do a
scene with me, Jason, you have to sign one of these, but please, read it
carefully, and make sure you really want to be filmed, because this tape
will be uploaded onto my website for everyone to see."

   She looked serious.  There was no fun-loving sexual dynamo kneeling
there, but a hard-eyed little business woman.

   "If that's the case, Trina," I said just as seriously, "I want to know
what you have in mind, and what you want me to do."

   ***

   She took a deep breath, and saying, "I've always wanted to do an anal
scene.  I didn't want to do it with anyone but you, Jason.  Plenty have
tried to get me to do a scene like that, some guys offering me a shit-load
of money to agree, but I turned them all down.  You were always the only
one I wanted to be my first."

   "I've prepared myself for this day," she continued, straight-faced.  "I
have a few dildo's and vibrators that I've used to stretch my asshole, and
the orgasms I've had as I thought about your cock up my backside were the
best I've ever had!"

   I sat there stunned.  What the hell do you say to that?  Mom had her
hand on her mouth, her eyes wide, and Mari, she sat there with an
incredulous expression on her face.  Then Mari couldn't help herself, she
burst into peals of laughter.

   "Oh, Christ!" she sobbed, "I've always thought about doing it that way,
but to hear you say it like that, Trina!"

   She rolled onto her side, laughing very hard, crying almost, pounding
the couch with her fist.  Mom choked as she tried not to laugh as well, and
then suddenly, we were all laughing, the tension of the moment broken. 
Trina stood up, and turned away from me, and said, "I'm even wearing a
butt-plug!  My asshole is as tight as a drum!" Then she bent over, and
dropped her pants, showing us the purple instrument lodged in her nether
region, making my sister howl with mirth.

   Then she turned, pulling her pants up and sat back down the floor,
absolutely unfazed at doing that in front of us.

   ***

   "So," Trina said as we all had calmed down somewhat, "what do you say?
Will you do it?"

   I must have looked undecided, so she said, "Look," pressing on, "we can
do a POV scene, with either you or one of these two holding the camera. 
Actually, that would be the best option, maybe Mari or Elisabeth shooting
the scene, as camera shots and angles are better from a female
perspective!"

   "I know!" she suddenly enthused, "I also have a smaller hand-held camera
that we can use for roaming shots!  I can mix and match the shots, and as
I've done that before, the end result will be absolutely convincing!"

   "Come, on Jason, we don't even have to show your face!  All people want
to see is your cock being sucked and my ass being fucked!  Please?  Do this
for me?"

   ***

   I looked around at Mom and Mari, who were grinning back at me.  Mari's
face was flushed from her outburst, and nodding, she said, "Yes, come on
big brother!  I can hold one camera while mom has the other one!  Jeez, it
will be a blast!"

   Mom was nodding with excitement, her eyes dancing.

   I gave in then, and said, "Okay, Trina, I'm game!  When did you want to
do this?"

   She grinned, and said, "Tomorrow is just fine!  We have to set up in
here, get everything just right.  I `borrowed' some clothes from Jacob's
mother, she was really cool when I told her what they were for!  She wants
to see the finished film!  I tell you, that really blew me away when she
said that!"

   ***

   We were sitting in the living room, chatting and proposing various ideas
for the upcoming scene, brainstorming, when there was a knock on the front
door.  Mom got up to answer it, and then she and Svetlana came into the
room.  Lana stood there, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

   "Hi, everyone!" she said, smiling.  "Mother, Lexa and Jacob had to go
out of town for the weekend, and I'm a bit redundant, so I was wondering if
I could stay here for the weekend?'

   Mari jumped up and gave her friend a big hug, excited and happy to have
her there.  I got up and kissed her, hugging her.  Mom kissed her cheek,
and said, "Of course you can, my darling!  The couch folds out, and it's as
comfortable as it can be!"

   Then Mom got serious, and turning to our friend, she said, "There's
something you should know first, Svetlana.  Tomorrow, we're doing some
filming, making a movie."

   Svetlana looked at us all, looking at one face to the other.  Trina was
smirking, Mari was smiling, and mom waited for the young woman to reply to
that announcement.

   "So, come on, tell me someone!  What kind of movie are you going to
make?" I said, "Lana, we're going to make a porno film."

   ***

   Lana drew in a breath, surprise and a little shock written all over her
face.

   "No shit?  A porno?  Who's going to be the actors?" she asked, looking
around at us.

   I grinned, and said, "Me and Trina.  Mom and Mari will be holding the
cameras.  You can watch if you want to, that's not a problem with me."

   Lana stood there, and then a crafty smile stretched her lips.  "If
you're going to make a movie," she said, "you'll want a make-up person!  I
just happen to have brought my make-up case with me!"

   "Fucking A!" Trina said loudly, grinning madly.  "You're the best, girl!
Now we're cooking!  All we need now is the caterers!"

   We all laughed, and as the girls went into a huddle, Mom and I went into
the kitchen to put the dinner on.

   ***

   The women folk were under orders from Trina not to have sex in any form
with me that night.  She wanted me fresh andrested for the next day.  She
went out to her car, returning with a large carry bag which she said had
her enema gear in it.  Trina showed us, and it almost put Mari off when she
held up a long rubber tube.

   You're going to put this thing up your butt?' she asked incredulously.
"Believe me," Trina said with an expression of distaste, "A cock with shit
on it doesn't taste nice, not at all!"

   "I had to do an anal shoot when I first started in the business," she
went on.  "There was me and another girl, who had done anal before.  When
the old geezer forced his cock into my mouth to ejaculate, I vomited all
over him!  He thought it was funny!  Never again, I'll tell you that for
free!"

   "Anyway, I'm going to need one of you to help me.  There are some things
I can do myself, but it's easier if I have help."

   Lana volunteered.  She was impressed with what was going to happen, and
she was full of questions.

   ***

   The next day, I was surprised to find I was nervous.  We collected all
the camera gear, climbed into our cars, and drove up to the cabin.  It was
good to be back, I missed that small cabin in the woods.  That was where
Trina wanted to do the shoot, in a forest setting.  Trina got me to bathe,
Lana and Mom scrubbing me down and washing every part of me.  I had an
erection, and was a bit exasperated when my hands were told to stay away
from their bodies.

   I walked around the cabin in just my towel, my cock in a constant state
of semi-erection.  Trina kept looking at it, her face flushed, and several
times she growled in frustration as she fumbled the camera gear.

   "Jason!  Will you please sit down!  I can't concentrate with you waving
your cock all over the place!" she snapped at one stage.

   I went into a huff, plopping onto the couch we'd taken up there, and
crossed my arms and legs with a scowl.  Mom looked at me, and said,
"Really, Jason!  You're a grown man!  Please don't act like a child!"

   Yeah, Mom.  That really helped.

   ***

   Finally, Trina declared that everything was ready.  "I'm going to bathe
now," she announced.  "Lana, can you come with me, I need you to make me
up."

   "Liz, Mari, can you lay out my clothes, and help our co-star into his
outfit?"

   I was dressed by Mom in an outfit similar to the one that Jacob had
worn, a sleeveless sheepskin vest, loose baggy trousers, and felt boots on
my feet.  My shaska was at my side, completing the ensemble.  Half an hour
later, Trina swept into the room, followed by a grinning Lana.  She looked
spectacular!  There was a different woman standing there, her smiling face
radiant from the silent accolades we were giving her.

   She took off her towel, and with the ladies helping her, she dressed in
the outfit she'd chosen.  Her hair had been brushed until it shone,
decorated with pearls and faux-diamonds that glittered, catching the
sunlight and shooting sparks.

   The whole premise of the movie was this; she was a peasant woman waiting
for her warrior lover to come home from the wars.  That was it.  It wasn't
`Gone with the wind,' but at least there was a minor, if miniscule,
storyline to follow.

   ***

   "There are no lines to say," Trina told me.  "We're just going to ad-lib
the whole thing.  Once the action really starts, words are unnecessary
anyway!" Mom and Mari had spent time getting familiar with the cameras, and
by now they looked and acted like they'd been handling them all their
lives. Mari had the large one, Mom the smaller.

   Lana was my `fluffer.' It was her job to make sure I was hard as a rock.
I had to be ready to fuck at a moment's notice, Trina told her.  That was
one job Lana didn't have to be told how to do!

   "Jason," she said to me.  "Don't be afraid to be a little rough with me.
You are a warrior, home from the wars.  The bruises you have from your
training sessions give that impression.  You're horny, and you can't wait
to fuck me.  I don't think they had the word `gentleness' in their
vocabularies back then!"

   Then she said, "We'll do missionary first, to ease into it.  I may gasp
and moan, whimper, or even scream, don't worry about it.  Start by roughly
undressing me, and then push me onto my knees.  I'll suck you, and when I
tap you on the leg, push me down onto my back and lick my pussy.  Then when
you're ready, climb up my body, put your cock in me, and fuck me.  Okay?"

   ***

   I was stunned at how straight-faced she said all that.  I heard Lana
whisper, "Fuck me, that's cold!"

   Trina turned to her, and said seriously, "We're making a porno movie,
Lana.  We could do a love story another time.  For now, I want Jason to
fuck me, in the pussy, in the mouth, and in the ass, I don't care.  I'm not
in the mood for `Casablanca.'

   "Remember this, all of you.  When I put my hand up, and say or shout
`cut,' we stop doing whatever it is we're doing at the time.  Immediately.
If it becomes too sore or uncomfortable for me, Jason, I want you to pull
away.  Is that clear?"

   I nodded, satisfying her that I would do just as she said.

   "Good.  When you have to ejaculate, pull out of me, and do it on my
face." She looked around at us, her face grave.  She nodded, and then
giving us all a big smile, she said, "Great!  Let's get this show on the
road!"

   ***

   The shoot started with Trina wandering around outside the cabin, turning
her face to the sunshine.  Her `dress' was loose enough to give hints of
boob and nipple, and when she stood at a certain angle, the dress became
transparent enough to see she didn't have underwear on.

   Lana was sucking on my cock as Trina walked about, her mouth and busy
tongue keeping me on the edge.

   Then Trina walked slowly back into the cabin, Mari following her with
her camera.  She sat down on the couch, and sighed.  She sat there for a
moment more, and then said, "Cut!"

   "Right, that was the easy part," she told me.  "I'll have one camera in
here with me, and one outside with you.  I want you to stomp up to the
cabin, and shove the door open.  I'll be waiting for you, suitably
surprised to see you.  Then we'll get straight into the action."

   She smiled, and said, "Just be as natural as you can, Jason.  It will be
fine, I assure you."

   ***

   I nodded, and went outside with Mom.  She concentrated on the small
screen on the hand-held camera.  I heard Trina call out, "Ready?  Action!"

   With a scowl on my face, I stomped as hard as I could to the door, and
roughly shoved the door open.  Trina jumped, and with a startled gasp, she
put her hand to her throat.  I put my sword on the table, and walked over
to her as she stood there looking half-afraid, and grasping her jaw in my
hand, I pulled her toward my face, and mashed my lips against hers.

   She moulded her body against mine, her hands at her side, and I caught
the aroma of her arousal.  We kissed for a moment longer, and then I
gripped the front of her dress and pulled it to the side, and roughly
sucked on her nipple, which she pushed into my mouth with a small cry.

   Then putting my hands on her shoulders, I shoved her to her knees.  I
totally forgot about the `undress' part.  My cock was hard, harder than I
could ever remember.  It pushed out against the fabric of my pants, and
Trina's eyes fastened onto it.

   "Oh, my warrior!" she said with an accent, rubbing my cock through my
trousers.  "Ready to do battle so soon after returning?"

   She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my trousers and pulled them
down.  My rigid member waved in front of her face, and taking it in her
hand, she slowly pumped it.

   "Many nights while you have been gone, I have dreamed of this!" then she
poked her tongue out, and licked the tip.  I hissed as she did this, as I
was in a heightened state of sexual arousal.  Then opening her mouth, her
eyes maintaining contact with mine, she took me into her mouth.

   ***

   Trina sucked on me, her cheeks drawn in with the suction she applied. 
One hand pumped me slowly while the other held my balls.  She pulled away,
and spat on my cock, her saliva lubricating it for her hand.  Then wet and
slick, she resumed her blowjob.  I threw my head back, giving a groan.  She
was a talented girl, and too soon I could feel the beginnings of a climax
start.

   Then I felt her hand, the one that was holding my balls, fall away, and
tap me lightly on the leg.  I held her head, and shoved her down onto her
back, her legs opening.  I gazed at her pussy, lightly covered with hair,
and the lips of her pussy were wet and shiny from her oils.

   As she lay there, Trina raised her hips, pulled the dress past her hips
to her breasts, and took off the garment she had worn.  She lay back, naked
and ready for me.

   I went to my knees, my gaze fastened to the slick shining lips of her
pussy.  Lowering my head, I rasped my tongue up her lips, from her anus to
her clit, on which I lavished attention on.  Trina grabbed my head, her
hips twisting in either real or simulated passion, I didn't care which. 
Then she raised my head, and looking deeply into my eyes, she spoke.

   "Fuck me, my warrior!" she said, "take your prize!" Kicking off my
trousers and taking off my vest, I fell onto her body, nude and gloriously
rampant.  Her legs rose and opened further.  I sensed Mom behind me,
getting a shot of my cock as it slipped into her marvellous pussy, and as
my cock slid into Trina's wet and ready snatch, I heard Mari give a low
groan.  She stood just out of frame, kneeling on the floor aiming the
camera at us.

   I rested my weight on my arms, and shoved once, twice, three times into
Trina, causing her body to jerk from the force of my thrusts.  Then I
continued to thrust into her body, my teeth gritted and a scowl on my face.
The sensations of her pussy gripping me drove me close to the edge of
ejaculation.

   Then I pulled out of her, and laying her on her side, I knelt over her
leg, pushing the other close to her body.  Mari had a great shot of my cock
pistoning in and out of Trina's pussy.  Trina herself was gasping, moaning,
and crying all at once as I pounded into her, her eyes wide and staring
into mine, looking a little frightened.

   She wanted rough, so my brain and body went Neanderthal on her.  I
flipped her over onto her stomach, and slammed into her from behind.  She
yelped, one arm going up into the air, her fingers becoming a claw, then a
fist.  She was starting to become incoherent as I fucked her sheath.  "Oh
god, oh god, oh sweet god!" she cried.

   ***

   When I stopped for a moment to draw a breath, gasping, Trina weakly
raised her hand, and with a hoarse voice, called, "cut!"

   I sat back onto my knees, my chest heaving from the effort of fucking
her.  I was dripping sweat, and you could have cut the sexual excitement in
that room with a knife.  Both Mari and Mom looked slightly dazed, and as
Mari put the camera down, she sat on the floor, panting.

   "I'm so fucking horny!" She said to no-one in particular.

   "Uh-huh," Lana said.  "I'm going to frig myself to death after this!"

   That lightened the mood, and we all laughed as the tension seemed to
evaporate.  "Ten minutes, guys!" Trina called out.  She was drinking from a
water bottle, replenishing her liquids.  "I need to find the lube.  Jason
has got me so worked up, when we continue, we'll go straight into the anal
scene.  I can't fucking wait!"

   The women made a bee-line for the outhouse to relieve the pressure,
while I just walked nude outside to do my business.  Sometimes being a male
has its advantages!

   ***

   The short break had given us all a chance to calm down and clean up.  I
and the others drank, the water replenishing the fluids in our bodies.  I
noticed that Trudi was chewing on an energy bar, so I got one from her. 
She looked at me and said, "Good!  You're learning!  Not many males in this
business do, unfortunately."

   The energy bar and the water seemed to give me a measure of revival. 
Then standing, Trudi got a small bottle of water with a spray attachment,
and sprayed herself, and then me.

   "We were sweating when we stopped," she said.  "This gives the
impression there wasn't any break in the filming."

   Trudi called Lana over to fluff me, which she did with a grin.  She's
quite talented herself, so I was hard again in short order.

   We resumed our positions, Trudi on her stomach, and turning her head to
speak to me, she told me to lube her asshole.  "Push your fingers in as far
as they'll go," she said.  "I want to be really slick when you go into me.
When I call action, I want you to spit on my asshole, and then push into
me. But slowly, okay?"

   Lana passed me the bottle of baby oil, and with my fingers, I oiled
Trina's asshole and pushed two fingers into her.  Trina grunted as I did,
but didn't say a word otherwise.  My fingers slid in and out of her, and as
I did so, the young woman began to move her hips, pushing back to meet my
digits.

   "Fuck, that's wonderful!" she groaned with pleasure.

   "Right, take your fingers out now," she said after a few minutes.  I did
so, and then taking a deep breath, she called, "Okay everyone, places, and
action!"

   ***

   Trina went up onto her knees, with her head and shoulders on the floor,
whimpering convincingly.  I leant forward, and spat onto her puckered
rosette, and then placing one hand on her ass cheek, and taking my prick
into my other hand, I placed it at the entrance of her nether regions, and
with a slow push, my cock-head slowly entered her asshole.  Trina gave a
convincing wail as I entered her, pleading, "No, please, not that!"

   When the head was just inside her, Mom stepped forward to get a close-up
of it happening.  Then when she stepped back, Mari moved in to get the shot
from a different angle.  I slid further into my co-star, and then Trina
went up onto her hands and arms, crying out, like she was in delicious
pain. I wondered how much of that was real, and hesitated, but looking over
her shoulder at me, she shook her head slightly.

   She was fine, letting me know it was okay to fuck her.  My movements
became faster, and soon I was pounding into her asshole.  Her ass was
tight, gripping my cock like a velvet fist as I slid in and out of her. 
Her cries became ones of excitement.  Trina pushed back at me, resuming her
eye contact, half-turned to face me.  We fucked like that for I don't know
how long.

   Finally though, I felt the cum began to announce its arrival, and
slamming into the woman under me, the pace built up.  Trina was almost
constantly crying out now, the sounds of her sexual excitement loud in the
cabin.  Then I pulled out of her body, stood to my feet and with a roar,
fisted my cock, spraying my cum over her face as she quickly turned and sat
at my feet.

   The semen sprayed all over Trina's face and open mouth, her eyes alight
with unholy delight.  As the spurts slowed, my cock tender and wilting, she
stood, and with my cum dripping off her chin, she leant into me and kissed
me, a deep and tongue-twisting kiss.  I could taste my own fluids on her
lips, which didn't gross me out at all!

   Then with a smile, she stepped back, saying, "Cut, and that's a wrap!"
** Chapter Nine.  *** That night, Trina sat on a cushion, grinning ruefully
saying that although she'd really enjoyed the shoot, her ass didn't agree.
"A little sore and uncomfortable" is how she described it.  But, she got
her laptop out, and spent a couple of hours cutting and editing a rough
draught of the film that would finally be shown on her website.

   The rest of us were buzzing.  Mom, Mari and Lana immediately went into a
three-way female orgy, their cries desperate as they hurried toward release
with each other.

   Gradually the cries from Mom's room diminished, and then they showered
together, laughs and giggles coming from the bathroom.  I had showered
earlier, Trina and I groping each other as we washed our bodies.  Mom came
out wrapped in a towel, and went into the kitchen to put a fresh pot of
coffee on.  It was dark by now, and with the girls helping her, they
quickly made dinner, home-made hamburgers.

   As we ate hungrily, Trina told Mom and Mari how impressed she was with
their camera work.  "You two have a natural talent," she said.  "I'll hire
you both anytime!"

   ***

   The next day, Sunday, Trina was up as early as I was.  We sat at the
table drinking coffee, her working on the movie we'd shot, me just
relaxing, watching her.

   Trina was your proverbial Free Spirit.  Everything she did, she did
wholeheartedly and completely.  Technically, her bed was the couch while
she was staying with us, but she floated between us, sleeping in my bed, in
Mari's, or in Mom's, and she was never turned away.  She made the
experience of having sex with her well worth having her cuddled up to you
afterward.

   One thing I'd noticed about her.  When she was concentrating on
something and giving it her entire attention, she'd put the tip of her
tongue on the corner of her mouth, and then drag it slowly across her
bottom lip to the other side.  Then a little while later, she'd repeat the
process in reverse, this time across her top lip.

   I was sitting slouched in the chair, one leg over the armrest, grinning
as I eyeballed the engrossed young woman.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and
her unfettered breasts swung inside her blouse as she moved her hands on
the keyboard and used the mouse, clicking away.  Then without taking her
eyes from the screen, she growled, "Forget about it.  I'm busy!"

   "What?" I asked, acting innocent.

   "I can see you, Jason!  I've got eyes, you know!  Now get rid of that
stupid grin on your idiot face, and make me a coffee!"

   Laughing, I got up, bowed to her, and said, "Yes, my Lady!" as I went
into the kitchen.

   She took her eyes off the computer screen just long enough to give me a
glare, and muttered under her breath, "Fucking smartass!"

   ***

   "Okay, everybody!" Trina yelled.  "It's finished!"

   We were packed shoulder to shoulder as we crowded around the girl,
bumping heads as we were trying to get a look at the small screen, making
her scowl and push us away.

   "Jeez!  Will you all just back off?  Wait until I've hooked this laptop
up to the TV, and then we can all watch!"

   She got up, plugged in some leads, and then did the same to the
television.  Then making sure we were all comfortable, she said, "Remember,
this is only the rough copy.  It has to have credits and shit put in, and a
bit more editing to clean it up, but this is what they call in the movies,
the `dailies.'

   Then she pressed `Enter,' and went to sit down in `her' chair.

   ***

   When the movie finished, we all sat there stunned.  I was as hard as I'd
been when I had done the scene.  The women all were flushed and panting
shallowly, and looking over to Trina, I saw that she'd discarded her
panties sometime during the movie to slouch in her chair like I had done,
and was stroking her very wet, very musky pussy.  I was sitting across from
her, and I could smell her juices.  Mind you, all the women were in various
states of arousal, Trina the only one masturbating openly.

   "Holy cow," Mom whispered, looking stupefied "did we do that?"

   Mari looked at me, amazed, and said, "Shit, Jason, it was like watching
a complete stranger on the screen, not my own brother!  God, I'm so fucking
hot!"

   She stood up, undid her jeans, and dropped them and her panties around
her feet.  "Are you hard?  I hope so!  I need a fuck, right now!"

   Nude from the waist down she came over to me, and pulling my hips
forward a little, she undid my pants, pulled them down my legs to my
ankles, freeing my rampant member.  She didn't even bother with the
preliminaries; she just straddled my lap, reached under herself to find my
cock to place the tip at her opening, and with a groan, slid down it.

   No-one said a word as she banged me.  She was in complete control; I was
just the dick she used to get herself off with.

   I wasn't complaining!

   ***

   Nobody had noticed Trina leave the room, still nude from the waist down.
When she came back, she was carrying several dildos and vibrators of
different sizes and colours, and wordlessly she went to the other women,
and let them pick a `helper.'

   As Mari was bouncing and crying out on my cock, Mom, Lana, and Trina
were sitting or lying in different poses, banging themselves with
artificial penises, their eyes fixed on my sister and I.  Watching my
mother with a dildo in her ass, and a vibrator buzzing in her hand as she
rammed it in and out of herself at a quick pace was enough to send me over
the edge.  I groaned, humping my hips up at my sister's snatch.  Mari
doubled her efforts in an attempt to catch up with me, and as I pumped my
seed into her, she just made it, hugging my neck and crying out her
release.

   That sent the women off, and their cries and sounds of climax bounced
off the walls.

   ***

   After we'd all cleaned ourselves up, and were sitting drinking coffee,
Trudi handed me something.  "Here, Jason, Elisabeth told me about your
collection." I looked at her hand, and she was holding a pair of red cotton
panties out to me.  I took them, and I could see that she'd worn them
already.  Smiling, I thanked her, tucking them into my shirt pocket.  She
grinned, and then said, "I'll be leaving in the morning, probably at the
same time as you go to work.  Daddy has called me, and told me that he has
a movie lined up.  It's a girl-girl, and I've been waiting for this chance
to fuck that girl for a couple of years now."

   She laughed, and said, "I've been waiting for her to turn fourteen!  Her
father and mother wouldn't let her do anything before that, saying she was
too young, even though they've been banging each other since she was
twelve!"

   "We'll be playing older sister seduces younger sister," she said
excitedly.  "She's got the sweetest little-girl pussy I've ever seen.  I
can't wait!"

   ***

   So, the next morning, after copious amounts of tears were shed, and hugs
were shared all around, we fare-welled our friend.  It had been an
education having Trina with us, and as she drove away, I wasn't the only
one who missed her before she'd gone out of eyesight.

   As an aside, several months later, Mom, Lana, Mari and I each received a
royalty check in the mail.  I won't tell you how much each one was for, but
it was more money than I'd ever seen at one time!  Sales of that particular
movie had been phenomenal!

   Added in my envelope were several offers of starring roles in more
movies that Trina had sent on to me, some very well-known female names in
the porn industry keen to work with me!

   Jacob, being the best friend he always is, immediately offered to take
my place if I didn't want to do it.

   As if, brother!

   ***

   I was about to leave for work when Jacob pulled in behind my car,
effectively cutting me off.  He was frowning and without preamble, he said
curtly, "We're not going to work today."

   I got out of my car, and then he cut through any conversation by saying,
"Inside.  I need to talk to you all."

   Then without waiting for me, he walked up to the front door, and let
himself in.  I was right behind him, and at first Mom and Mari were smiling
in greeting, but when they saw the look on his face, Mom sobered and said.
"Jacob, what is it?"

   Making sure we all had his attention, he said, "We've run out of time.
Our enemies are moving against us.  Some of our holdings have been
attacked, and several of our people are either dead, in hospital, or are in
hiding!" "Oh.  Jacob!" Mom said, concerned.  She placed her hand on his
arm, and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"

   "Yes, there is," he said.  "I want you all to pack some clothes and food
to last you at least four to five days.  I've been sent by Mother to take
you to safety.  They know you are our friends, and they will come after
you, take my word for it!"

   I have to hand it to my mother.  No questions, no talk, she immediately
said, "Mari!  Help me!"

   Then she turned and went into the kitchen opening cupboards and pulling
out tins and packets of food.

   "We'll go to the cabin.  That's the only place I can think of," she said
as she packed the food into bags.  "Do they know about it, do you think?"
Jacob thought a moment, and shook his head.

   "No idea, Elisabeth, but it is as a good place as any.  I'll have a
squad of people placed around it, so you'll have some protection from
raiders." Then he turned to me, and snapped, "Why are you still standing
there?  Move, Jason!"

   ***

   We dropped Mom and my sister off at the cabin, and as we were unloading
the car, two men and a woman in her late teens came out of the treeline to
meet us.  All were dressed in dark clothing, and all were carrying hunting
rifles, and looked like they not only knew how to use them, but were ready
to do so at a moment's notice.  None were smiling, their eyes constantly
moving around, their posture ready and alert.

   "You'll be safe here," Jacob told Mom.  "Stephan, Billy and Janey are
crack shots.  They're the best snipers we have."

   Jacob looked at their rifles, and asked, "Night `scopes?"

   Billy, the elder of the three, said, "We all have one each, and extra
ammunition.  They're in our prepared positions.  There's only going to be a
minimal moon tonight with cloud cover, but there'll be plenty of light to
see."

   The other two nodded, Janey's eyes going to Mom's.  They shared a look,
and then the brown-haired girl looked away, her eyes scanning the trees.

   The girl called Janey, whose long brown hair was tied back in a
ponytail, giving her a slight Asiatic look, looked back to Mom, and a ghost
of a smile tugged at her mouth.  She nodded to the older woman, and then
the three turned around, going in different directions, and within moments
were out of sight.

   Mom had looked at the retreating back of the girl, and the tip of her
tongue slid along her lower lip as she watched the girl's ass move in her
hip-hugging jeans.  Then she gave her head a shake, and continued helping
Mari unload the car.  Taking the last of the groceries and clothes inside,
we made sure they were all set, and sharing hugs and promises with the
women to be careful, my friend and I left.

   ***

   We were in a council of war when word came that a large body of men were
seen gathering in a secluded valley some miles from us.  Heralds, a custom
dating from the early centuries, had met and agreed to terms of battle. 
The fighting was to be kept away from the town, so that innocent civilians
weren't hurt or harmed in any way.  We were to meet on pre-selected ground,
agreed upon by the heralds themselves.

   There were other conditions, and it took them several days to come to an
accord.  We didn't trust our enemies to keep to the accord, even as they
didn't trust us either.

   We were to meet on open ground, facing each other in the ancient way. 
Then on a signal from the heralds, were to charge, and settle old scores.
It didn't matter who won, really.  People were going to die regardless.

   We were in a large tent set up in a wooded valley, and the place bustled
with people coming and going.  The table in the middle of the tent had maps
spread out on it, and a young man came over and stabbed his finger on a
spot.  "There, Ataman!" he said.  There's a large helicopter ferrying
supplies and men to that spot.  Our forward observers have determined their
strength at maybe a thousand men."

   "Maybe?" Natasha asked.  "I want exact numbers.  I'm still waiting for
our plastuns from Alberton to arrive."

   She was dressed in men's clothes, making her look small and slim.  Her
movement were fluid, and even dressed that way, she still looked tough and
capable.  A colourful bandanna held her hair back.

   "They're not coming," the young man said.  "I'm sorry, Ataman.  They've
defected, every single one of them, bar about a dozen, some wounded, who've
brought us word of their treachery.  We'll be understrength for maybe a day
or two if they attack."

   Natasha swore, long and softly in Russian.  "I'm going to kill Plotsky
for this myself!" she said, angrily.  "I'll have his head!"

   ***

   Just then, a radio-operator called out excitedly, "Little Mother! 
Tannerville and Bix have just made contact!  They'll be here in an hour! 
The odds have changed!"

   An air of excitement and expectation animated the faces of everyone
there.  "Numbers?" Natasha asked.

   "With our fresh troops, we have," and he checked his figures.  "Oh thank
Christ!  We outnumber them two and a half to one!"

   Natasha rested her hands on the map table, hung her head and whispered
something.  Then she looked up, and said, "Deploy them as soon as they
arrive!  I want our territory to be tighter than a banker's asshole when
you ask for a loan!"

   ***

   The next morning, I was approached and told that I was needed in the
command tent.  When I got there, Natasha told me that there had been an
attack on the cabin the night before.

   "No-one was hurt," she said, soothing me as my face betrayed my fear for
my mother and sister.

   "None of ours, at least," she said, putting her hand on my arm.  Take
Peter, here," and I noticed an older man standing by my side, "go up there,
and see what the damage is.  I want a full report when you get back!"

   When we arrived at the cabin, it looked like it had been chewed up by a
huge ferocious animal.  The door was bullet-holed, great chunks missing
from it, and the walls were splintered by automatic rifle fire.  But the
bodies lying spread out in the meadow attested to the accuracy of the
snipers hidden in the trees.  Peter and I counted seventeen, and there were
multiple blood trails leading away from the killing ground.  Following the
trail of one wounded man, we came upon his body, lying behind a fallen log
where he'd holed up to make a last stand.  He'd bled out before he could
fire another shot, his Kalashnikov lying next to his body.

   It was a turkey shoot, in the dead of night, and I shuddered to think of
the fear that the marauders must have felt, not seeing an enemy to shoot
back at.  Back at the cabin, Mom, who was pale and looked like she wanted
to faint, stood in the meadow, surveying the carnage about her.  Mari was
on her butt, sobbing, and Janey was kneeling beside her, supporting my
sister, and consoling the distraught young woman.

   Stephan and Billy began to collect the bodies, dragging them together
and putting them into a line.  A jeep rolled to a stop, and four men got
out, and came over to us.  One, an Asiatic looking man, walked over to the
line of bodies, and stopping to look down on one, he gave a chuckle, and
said, "Why, hello, Ivan!" he said politely to the cadaver.

   He said the name the Russian way, `Eevan,' and as he squatted down, he
took something from his back pants pocket, and delving into the corpse's
mouth, we heard a sickening crunch.  Then holding up a tooth, the man said,
"Gold fillings!  I've been waiting for this asshole to die so that I can
collect them!"

   Billy spat, and with a grimace, he said, "For Christ's sake, Georgy, do
you have to do that in front of the women?"

   Georgy smiled, and said, "I do apologise, ladies, but my girl needs a
new car, and these fillings will help buy her one!"

   One of the new men said, "What?  Are you still with Alice, Georgy?"

   Georgy stopped his dentistry, and looking up, he grinned.  "No," he
said, "I have a new girl now!  Margaretta!  Much better in the sack, and
much plumper than that other stick-woman!"

   Then he forgot about us as he finished his work, going from one body to
another.

   ***

   Later that day, I stood in front of Natasha and gave my report.

   Just after midnight, a platoon of approximately fifty men came upon the
cabin.  They tried to get Mom to open up and surrender, but under orders to
deny entrance to anyone but known people to her, she of course refused to
open the door and come out.  The men then demanded she surrender herself
and go with them, and when she further refused, they opened fire on the
cabin.

   Mom and Mari were screaming in fear as the bullets pounded the door and
walls, and as the marauders stopped to reload, that's when the snipers in
the trees opened up with their rifles.  At first the attackers didn't
notice their own men dropping dead, until one man, badly wounded, screamed
as a bullet took him high in the body.  They tried shooting back into the
trees, but with no visible targets or muzzle flashes to shoot at, they
wasted a lot of ammunition.  With more men dropping around them, the
survivors turned tail and ran, broken and afraid.

   A further twelve bodies were found, and Janey confessed and told us
she'd followed the fleeing men, shooting them down as they'd fled into the
darkness.  She had a wolfish grin as she described their panicked flight to
us as she cleaned her rifle.

   "They ran like mindless sheep!" she crowed.  "Easy targets, I couldn't
miss!" A truck had been sent up there to collect the bodies, and a team was
also on the way to police the brass and anything else dropped in the
fire-fight.  Those men were a professional clean-up crew, and would leave
no trace apart from a badly damaged cabin, which Natasha promised would be
fixed up by the time we went up to it the next time.

   ***

   Just before dawn the next morning, I was woken by a sombre Jacob.  "Get
up," he told me.  "Today we finish this."

   By the time I was dressed in the chill morning air, men and women were
collecting around their leader, who stood on the back of a truck.

   "My soldiers!" Natasha called out.  "Today, we go into battle, just as
our forefathers did, so very long ago.  Some of you, myself included,
maybe, will never see another sun rise in the East.  As the sun comes up,
look upon it and know that your life may be over, and see the beauty of it.
But, if God is with us, I will rejoice to see your smiling faces as we
celebrate our victory!"

   There was cheering, although many faces were sombre and joyless.  No-one
liked the thought of dying, yet someone had to.  Battles are never fought
and won without casualties.

   "I would like to tell you that our cause is a just one, and that God and
his mighty angels are with us.  I stopped believing in those fairy tales a
long time ago.  But fight as though your ancestors are watching you, and
make them proud!  Make me proud, my warriors!  Fight with honour!"

   "Fight with honour!" someone yelled, and then the chant was taken up,
hundreds of voices raised in shared camaraderie.

   ***

   The morning was still young as we stood in a line, three hundred wide,
and ten deep.  Facing us was an army of about two thousand, at last count.
Even though we outnumbered them, seeing that many men opposite me was
enough to turn my bowels to water.  So many, I kept thinking, the words a
litany in my head.  My hands were slick with sweat, and the urge to turn
and run in a panic almost un-manned me.

   Several people vomited, feeling the same fear I did.  Even Jacob was
pale-faced, but he stood his ground, and I could see his legs trembling. 
His hand clenched and unclenched on the pommel of his shaska, just as mine
did.

   Natasha stood a couple of paces away from us, her army at her back.  She
turned briefly, and her face was pinched and pale.  But her eyes blazed,
and she snarled, "Hold your ground, my soldiers!  Hold still!  Don't budge
an inch until I tell you to!

   I was panting, the taste of bile in my mouth.  I took my water bottle,
and with fumbling fingers, I undid the stopper and managed to take a
swallow of the cold liquid inside it.  I washed the taste of fear out of my
mouth, and passing the bottle to Jacob, he did the same, and then passed
the bottle on.  Strangely, that action seemed to calm those around us, and
many hands reached for that water-bottle, as if to share the courage they
thought it contained.

   Would you believe, that even though the water-bottle was now empty, many
of our soldiers, who had canteens of their own, took the canteen anyway,
and mimed taking a drink before passing it on?  Weirdest thing I ever saw.
But a new spirit bound us, and many stood taller and calmer because of it.

   ***

   That canteen entered the folklore of our Host, and many tales were told
of the courage that it had imparted to our soldiers that day.  Many years
later, those who were there on that battlefield would touch it gently, or
kiss it softly, murmuring thanks, proudly showing it off to their children
or grandchildren.

   ***

   Then there was a yell, and the ground thrummed with the stamp of many
feet running toward us.  Some of our people were crouched in a sprinter's
pose, ready to run to meet the enemy charging toward us.

   "Stand your ground!" our leader yelled.  "Hold still!  Hold!"

   The mass of enemy came ever closer, and then we could see their wild
eyes.

   "Now!" yelled Natasha, and with a roar, we swept forward, and with a
crash and with screams rending the air, we collided with the enemy
soldiers.

   To this day, I can barely remember the first minutes of the battle,
having to rely on the accounts of others who could recall the action.  We
drew our swords, and running in a mass, it was cut, thrust, slash and hack
at faceless screaming men who were there one moment, and suddenly were gone
the next.  I can distinctly remember my sword cleaving the skull of a man
in front of me, and my panic as it caught in his cranium, almost dragging
it from my hand as the now dead man dropped at my feet.  I still wake in
the night, cold with sweat because of it.

   Then, after a time, there was distance between us and the enemy army. 
We didn't pursue them, I don't know why.  I was wet and sticky with shed
blood, and feeling my body, I discovered that although I had some nicks and
cuts, I was relatively unharmed.

   *** I wanted to fall to the ground, I was that weary.  My arms and legs
were burning with fatigue, my breath rasping in my throat, which was sore
from the yelling I had done.  I had yelled, first from fear, then from a
mixture of fear and excitement.  My throat burned, but I had kept yelling
anyway, unable to stop from doing so.

   The enemy Ataman stood before us, a sneer on his face.  He looked coldly
on the army arrayed before him.  Then he spat to one side, and calmly and
arrogantly strode to within hailing distance.

   "Natasha!" he yelled.  "I'm going to enjoy breaking your spirit, you
bitch!" Bold words for a man who by now had lost over half his army.  The
bodies were strewn everywhere, theirs mixed up with ours.  The wounded
crawled or dragged themselves toward the phantom safety of their own line,
some moaning or screaming in agony.

   "Gregory, you son of a dog!" Natasha yelled back.  "Will you surrender,
or do we wipe you from the face of the earth?"

   Natasha looked haggard, and she had to use her sword to prop herself up.
Her face was covered in blood, some of it her own, from a scalp wound.

   The man called Gregory laughed, a mad sound.  He strode forward a few
more paces, and said, "Kneel at my feet, worthless whore!  Give me your
sword, and I may decide to spare your men, or should I say, your women
dressed as men?"

   Our army growled at that.  Many of our young women lay dead because of
him.

   ***

   "Let's settle this the old way," he said, changing the subject.  "Meet
me in single combat, and let our swords decide the outcome!"

   I was moving before my brain was working.

   "I'll meet you, asshole!" I yelled at him.

   He looked at me and smiled, his face looking like a death's-head.  Then
he laughed, and said, "Alright, boy!  You first, then the bitch whose boots
you lick!"

   "Rather her boots, than your asshole!" I retorted.  There was a wave of
laughter at that!

   ***

   "Watch him," Jacob said to me.  "He's quick, deadly with a blade, and
uncompromising.  Take him out fast, if you can.  If not, we will avenge
you, my brother!"

   The soldiers around us growled their agreement, and with my sword in my
hand, I strode forward, not knowing if it was to meet my end.

   ***

   Then I was standing in front of my enemy.  His eyes danced with mirth,
anticipating a quick end to the `boy' meeting him.  I made a silent prayer
to all those who had held and used the sword before me, asking their help,
and suddenly, I was revitalised with energy and felt a peace not my own.

   I brought the tip of my blade up in a mocking salute, and with a
carefree grin, I said, "Did your mother whine when she saw your ugly face
for the first time, son-of-a-dog?  Was it fun growing up in a kennel with
the other mutts?"

   I heard laughter behind me, as my comment was passed along our line, and
with a feral snarl, Gregory attacked.

   He was quick, alright!  I barely evaded his first cuts, our swords
clanging, the sound ringing in the air.  If it hadn't been for the long
hours of training that Jacob had given me, I had no doubt I would have been
skewered on Gregory's sword in the first minute of our combat.  We moved
and stepped to the dance of death.  Cut, slash, block, riposte, stab and
thrust repeated each other for long minutes.

   I didn't get off lightly, though.  I was cut a few times, the white-hot
stinging making me gasp and groan.  Gregory got his share of cuts as well,
I'm glad to say, but then he feinted a cut to my head, and as my sword rose
to meet his, he changed direction and stabbed downwards, and with a scream,
I felt the tip of his sword dig deep into my upper thigh.

   The pain was excruciating.  It was as if a white hot poker had been
thrust into my leg.  I sobbed, and my leg gave way beneath me.  With a
victorious, `Hah!' Gregory raised his shaska above his head, and cut down
toward my unprotected head.

   ***

   But as the sword came down, I wasn't prepared to die just yet.  I cried
out in agony as I forced myself upward, and rammed my sword deep into his
belly, just below his sternum.  It was his turn to scream in agony. 
Gregory backed off a step, bent over holding his guts with one hand, trying
to stem the blood flowing out between his fingers.

   Panting and groaning with effort, I managed to get to my feet, and I
knew now was the time to end this fight.  I raised my sword to shoulder
height, meaning to cut his head from his shoulders, but my arm was weak,
lacking strength, and as I swung, I stumbled, and the tip ended up cutting
through his windpipe.

   The dying man clutched his throat, going down onto his knees, a shocked
look on his face.  His sword fell from his hand, as mine did.  There was no
sound, but the sighing of the breeze around us.  I collapsed onto my back,
blinking my eyes in an effort not to pass out.  I went up to one elbow, in
time to see Natasha stand over the now dead man.  She bent at the waist,
and with a couple of strong swift slashes with a wicked-looking knife, she
cut the head from the corpse.

   Holding it by the hair, she held the grisly dripping trophy aloft, and
yelled, "It is finished!  Will you follow him, or learn from today's
lesson?" One man stepped forward, and yelled, "What would you have us do,
Little Mother?"

   "Join us, or die!" she yelled back.

   ***

   No-one moved for a moment, then in ones and twos, then in a rush, the
opposing army came forward, and as each one knelt on the turf, they offered
Natasha their weapons, held up in open hands, their heads bowed.  A few
decided not to give obeisance, and ran from the battlefield.  Natasha
sneered at their cowardice, and then looked down at the men in front of
her.

   "Collect your wounded for treatment", she said, weariness making her
voice harsh, "and bury your dead.  Hurry up and get this mess cleaned up!"
Men ran like frightened children to do her will, and just before I passed
out, I felt Jacob's hands supporting me.

   "You are a man, and a hero to our Host," he said, smiling into my
pain-wracked face.

   ***

   Although that battle was many years ago now, I still remember with
clarity the huge party we had afterward.  Men, previously enemies only
hours before, now gripped each other's shoulders, sharing bottles of fiery
liquor, and blubbering their brotherhood as tears of sadness for the dead
ran down their cheeks.

   I was given a shot of something that made me very happy, but it took
away the pain.  I sat on a chair, drinking from a bottle of something that
burned my throat, but went down smoothly, singing along with other men and
women as a doctor sewed up my wounds, which I didn't feel.  I was stoned
off my tree, I knew that, but what the fuck, I was happy to be alive.

   People I didn't know came up to me and shook my hand, congratulating me
for `a wonderful fight!' I was that out of it, Jacob had to keep shoving me
back into the chair because I wanted stand up to give a re-run of the sword
fight.

   Somewhere along the line, I passed out again, and when I awoke, it was
morning, and I had to bite the pillow under my head to stop from yelling in
agony!  The pain-killer had worn off, and I was very, very sore and very,
very miserable.

   ***

   I lay there, groaning softly, and then a blonde head belonging to a very
pretty girl popped up, and her eyes blinked from under tousled hair.

   "Um, hi?" I said.  "Who are you?"

   "Linea," she said, not upset that I didn't remember her.

   "We sort of met yesterday," she said, sitting up, showing me her pert
breasts capped with light-coloured nipples.  She was gloriously nude, and
rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she said, "You saved my life.  I was on
the ground and about to be killed when you stepped over my body, and killed
the guy who was about to skewer me with his sword."

   "Oh.  Sorry, I don't remember.  It was all a bit hectic."

   Linea smiled, and she had a sunny smile.  "That's okay, I'm just
grateful that you were there!  I helped you into bed last night.  I hope
you don't mind me being here with you?" she asked.

   I grinned, my hurts temporarily forgotten.

   "Not at all," I said expansively.  "Now that you're here, we might as
well get acquainted!"

   Linea giggled, and when I fell asleep again later, I was a happy, happy
man!

   ***

   I'm tired now, so I'll end the story here, little ones.  Thank you for
listening, it does an old man good to have the attention of the young. 
Call back again soon, and I'll tell you the rest of it!

   ***

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   Take care, and peace to you!

   T.W.