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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright ( c ) 2008 by deGaffer

   SUMMARY: A wealthy and politically connected college librarian
manipulates a group of students and encourages them to put together a team
that the Confederacy shouldn't ignore.
UNIVERSE: The Swarm Cycle
WARNING: This story contains material unsuitable for minors and
narrow-minded individuals.  It probably contains sex, violence, and other
socially unacceptable material.  You have been warned!
CONTENT: oral mF ScFi
This story is set in the Swarm Cycle Universe created by Thinking
Horndog.  Get a grip; this is fiction.  Any resemblance between the content
of this story or any of the characters depicted herein with real persons,

places or events is totally coincidental.

   It started with a simple concept that should have been a short story,
but it seems to have morphed into an epic saga of scheming, planning,
deception, and of course, sex.

   I very much appreciate the patience and efforts of Mulligan.  His help
has made this a much better story.  I claim full responsibility for all
errors and omissions.

   Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.  Reproduction
for profit is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the
author's email address.

   CHAPTER 15: Family Bonding

   Jake and Sarita were in the kitchen snacking on cheese and crackers and
doing homework at the kitchen table when Lesa got home with Samantha and
Frankie.  "I hope you don't mind that I let Jake in, Mom." Sarita said as
she gave her mother a hug.  "He's not a stranger.  He may be a strange
pervert, but not a perverted stranger."

   "Hey," Jake said in mock indignation, "I think I resemble that remark."

   "Just remember what I said," Lesa admonished.  "I'll hold you
responsible if anything happens; not him."

   "But, Mom," Sarita whined, "he's older than me."

   "Yes, he is," Lesa reposted, "But he's male.  Just because Robin
Williams was being funny when he joked about God's sense of humor, doesn't
mean what he said isn't true.  Jake's IQ goes into the toilet when his
blood supply gets diverted to his groin by a young minx like you."

   "Hey," Jake interjected indignantly, "I'm right here!"

   "Yes you are, sweetheart." Lesa said as she gave him a brief kiss.  "And
I, for one, am very pleased that you're here.  Even when you're thinking
with your dick, you're still a smart guy."

   Jake smacked her on the butt before she could jump out of his reach. 
"Ah!  You know that I'm into much older women," Jake teased, "I'm not a
child molester."

   "I'm NOT a CHILD," Sarita said with her fists on her hips.

   "No, you're not." Lesa agreed.  "You're almost grown and very mature for
your age.  That's why I worry that you'll let things get out of control."

   "I wouldn't let anything like that happen." Jake assured Lesa, but he
wasn't as confident as he'd like to be.

   "I know you'd protect her with your life." Lesa put her arms around
Jake's neck, kissed him soundly, then backed off enough to look him
eye-to-eye.  "But, if she gets hot to trot and starts climbing all over
you, you'll tap her.  A male with a hard dick can't defend himself against
a desirable and determined female who's expelling pheromones under his
nose. Your genetic programming simply doesn't allow such aberrant behavior.
You might hate yourself later, but you'd do a wonderful job of making her a
very happy young woman first." When Jake started to protest she added. 
"You care for her too much to hurt her with rejection."

   Jake started to protest, "But I've ..."

   Lesa held out her hand and interrupted him, "Yes, I've seen you push
away women who already had your dick in their mouths, but you didn't know
them or have any feelings for them.  If Sarita were to beg you with those
big blue eyes of hers, you'd do whatever she wanted." Lesa maintained her
caressing grip on Jake's neck as she turned to look at her daughter. 
Catching the sparkle in those blue eyes, Lesa mumbled, "Oh shit, Jake. 
You're in trouble my man."

   Lesa let go of Jake and went to the refrigerator to retrieve some cut
fruit and juice for her younger two children.  As she passed Sarita she
pled, "Please, try to control yourself around Jake, sweetheart.  My plans
will be wrecked if he's in jail." She caressed her daughter's cheek with
her hand.

   Sarita pressed her head into her mother's hand and hugged it between her
cheek and left shoulder.  "I'll try, Mom.  It's just that some of the
things we've talked about in the past, things that I thought were yucky at
the time don't sound so yucky if I picture Jake as the guy."

   "I knew you'd change your mind about those things someday.  I just
didn't think it would be so soon." Lesa sighed and mumbled as she turned
away, "Oh, yeah, Jake's in big trouble."

   Before going back to his homework, Jake asked Lesa, "What did Robin
Williams say about God?"

   Lesa laughed, "As I recall, he said that God had an evil sense of humor.
He had given him a penis and a brain, but only enough blood to use one at a
time."

   Jake had finished his homework and was helping Sarita with hers when
Lesa asked what they wanted for diner.

   "Something simple," Jake suggested, "I saw some hot dogs on the 'fridge.
We could have beans and franks with potato chips."

   Lesa checked the pantry.  "I'm out of chips."

   "I drove by a convenience store a few blocks from here." Jake offered,
"I could go get some and be back before the beans get hot."

   "No, you're doing a great job helping Sarita with her math, much better
than I could manage.  The Kroger's isn't much further than the convenience
store you mentioned, and I need a few other items as well." Lesa replied.
"I'll be back in a few minutes.  If you would though, take your gym bag up
to our bedroom, just in case anyone stops by."

   Jake nodded and went to retrieve his bag from where he had dropped it in
the foyer.  The significance of 'our bedroom' wasn't lost on him.

   Sarita had finished the problem she was working on while Jake was
upstairs, and had started the next one.  Jake coached her through the setup
of the new one and gave her a big hug when she got the following one right
without help.

   "You know, your mother IS right about one thing.  I do care about you. I
care about your brother and sister as well, but not with the special
feelings I have for you." He gave her another hug from behind and kissed
her cheek.

   Jake was standing behind Sarita massaging her shoulders when Lesa
entered through the garage connection to the utility room.  He was
encouraging her that she didn't need his help with last problem of her
assignment.  The only hint he gave her was that it was just like an earlier
problem.  She jumped up from the table and gave Jake a big hug when she
solved it.

   "Need any help with the groceries?" Jake asked as Lesa stood in the door
watching the pair interact.

   "No, I have it covered.  I got us some ice cream for dessert." Lesa
responded.  Jake seemed to be very comfortable with Sarita.  She was sure
they would bond, but not as father-daughter.  She resolved to be okay with
their relationship, no matter what it turned out to be, or when.

   After dessert, Jake pitched in to help with the cleanup, and without
being asked, he even helped get Franklin ready for bed.  Samantha shared a
bathroom with Franklin.  She and Sarita crowded in for the ritual of
brushing their teeth before bed.  Sarita had changed into a short nightgown
that looked really good on her girlish figure and showcased her long, tan
legs.  Jake did his best not to notice.

   Lesa joined everyone in the family room.  She, too, had changed into
pajamas with a long, flowing robe that she left unbelted.  The thin silk
material of the pajamas showed every curve, jiggle, and protrusion.  The
tap pants were almost opaque enough to mask her dark patch of pubic hair
... almost.

   The bare skin of Lesa's long, smooth legs definitely put a flare in
Jake's nostrils.  He excused himself and went to the master bedroom to
brush his teeth, wash his face, and change into a pair of sweat shorts and
a loose T-shirt.

   Jake spotted Lesa leaning on the doorframe watching him when his head
popped through the neck opening of the shirt.  They smiled at each other.
Lesa took his hand and quietly led him out of the room.  Standing in the
hall, they shared a kiss and felt up each other's ass before returning to
the family room.

   Jake was concentrating on the screen of his notebook when Lesa gathered
up Frankie and Sammy to put them to bed.  Sarita sat on her knees in a
chair next to Jake and leaned in close to look over his shoulder.

   "What are you working on?" Sarita asked as she relaxed against him.

   "I'm looking for a beam powerful enough to penetrate armor, one that's
either continuous, or has a cycle time of a few milliseconds so it can
sweep across an advancing group of Sa'arm.  It needs to be light enough for
one person to deploy quickly.  Preferably it should be capable of being
fired from the shoulder or hip." As Jake responded to Sarita's question,
enough of his situation awareness returned for him to notice the hard
pebbles on either side of his left shoulder blade.

   The contact was broken when he turned to kiss her nose, but her
breathing stopped when his upper arm brushed against one of the little
nubs. He pulled her onto his lap to prevent further contact with her chest,
but discovered that the soft butt settling onto his thighs came with its
own set of problems.

   Sarita surprised Jake with her knowledge when she asked, "Does it need
to be an infrared beam or a stream of particles?" She stopped squirming
when she felt a tube of flesh against her left buttocks.

   "It probably needs to be a laser, or something similar." Jake responded,
and then considered why it needed to be a laser.  "Particle beams are
absorbed or distorted by an atmosphere, but a lot of energy from even a
weapons-grade laser beam can be deflected by a shiny surface." Even if
Sarita didn't understand a word he was saying, verbalizing the problem was
helping Jake recognize his assumptions.  Not all of which were applicable.

   "Maybe you can just strike them with lighting," Sarita suggested.  "It
worked for Thor, didn't it?"

   "I believe it did." Jake laughed and reached around the slender girl to
engage his keyboard with both hands.  The heat of her bare thighs on his
bare thighs was becoming a serious distraction.  When he realized that not
all of the bare skin he felt was thigh, his penis twitched involuntarily.
She wasn't wearing anything under the short nightgown!

   Her bare buttocks were sliding down between his thighs.  The tickling
sensation he felt on his left thigh had to be her pubic hair!  His penis
lurched again.  'Oh, God' he thought 'how do I get out of this mess.  Do I
want out of this mess?  Oh, God.  Oh, GOD!'

   Sarita squirmed in his lap and giggled.  "You little minx," Jake bit the
base of her neck making her squeal.  "You're doing that on purpose, aren't
you?  Off you go," he said as he unceremoniously dumped her off his lap and
onto her feet.  However, both of them groaned when her damp labia slid
across his thigh as she resisted being forced to her feet.  She almost lost
her balance, and Jake almost let her fall when her left nipple brushed his
fingertips.

   Both were still a bit flushed when Lesa returned a couple of minutes
later.

   Jake was again focused on his notebook.  "What's got you all fired up,
Jake?" Lesa asked.  When Sarita giggled and Jake blushed, she knew
something had happened.

   "Artificial ball lighting may be the ticket.  Sarita got me thinking
outside the box, and ..." Jake was interrupted by mother and daughter
snickering.  He gave each of them an annoyed glare.  "And, rather than
using a beam that can deteriorate over distance, we could send a sphere of
lightning that pretty much explodes on contact, shorting out anything
electrical, including nervous systems.  Thor's Hammer is how Sarita
described it."

   Jake mused, "There were proposals for shipboard defense guns that would
create a vacuum tunnel between the gun and target; then fire a neutron beam
through the vacuum.  It was very wild stuff for its time.  Instead of being
in two steps, this would carry the vacuum along with it."

   After a couple of minutes past, Lesa asked Sarita, "Are we going to sit
here watching Jake ignore us, watch a movie, or try to get him to pay
attention to us?"

   "Huh?" Jake responded.  Clearly he was not totally absorbed in what he
was working on, but not fully cognizant of the conversation around him,
either.

   "Getting his attention is easy," Sarita claimed.  "I'll bet I can just
lean back, straighten my legs, and stretch my arms ..." As she did what she
was describing, her gown was riding higher and higher.

   Just before she exposed herself, Jake said, "Stop that, I'm not
watching," and turned to face away from her, shifting his computer to the
right.

   Sarita and Lesa both laughed; then Lesa said, "You shouldn't bait bears
like that, Sarita.  If you keep that up I'll have to help him get his
revenge." Sarita and Jake both looked to see if she was serious.  "Being a
prick tease is just downright mean, and it'll eventually get you into big
trouble.  I know it's a lot of fun, and Jake is so easy to embarrass, but
you should leave those kind of games to me, okay?"

   "Why is it alright for you to tease him like that, but not me?" Sarita
asked.

   "That's a fair question.  It's mostly because I'm not just teasing him;
I'll eventually let him have what I'm teasing him with." Lesa explained. 
"If I lean back like this and give him a clear beaver shot, I'm not being
as mean because I'll let him pet the beaver later any way he ..." Lesa
screamed as Jake leapt to his feet and lunged toward her.

   She curled into a ball to block his access, but he rolled her onto her
back and began tickling his way up the backs of her thighs making her
squeal, jump, and laugh.  Jake was on his knees lifting her by her buttocks
until only the back of her head was in the seat of the overstuffed chair.
He was blowing slobber kisses on her bare ass-cheeks and didn't let up
until she was struggling to breathe through the laughter.

   Sarita and Lesa were both amazed that Jake was strong enough to lift her
entire body into the air.

   Lesa ended up sprawled on the carpet, sitting with her back against the
seat of the chair.  Jake returned to his computer, but he turned it off
instead of working on it.  When Lesa got enough breath she warned Sarita,
"See what can come from being a tease?"

   Sarita nodded, but the wheels were turning.

   They turned on the television, but each was nodding off before the
Friday Night Movie was half over.  They turned it and the lights off and
headed to bed.  Jake and Lesa said goodnight to Sarita as they continued up
the hall to the master bedroom.

   Jake climbed into bed and Lesa went into the bathroom.  She saw his
shorts and shirt on the floor when she returned.  Smiling at him, she began
to undress in the dim light of the bedside lamp.  Jake smiled at her as she
did a simple striptease.  When she was naked, she slid in next to Jake.  He
pulled her against him just as she reached to turn off the light.  Rather
that pull away from him, she left the light on.

   Jake snuggled against her, molding his nude body against hers without
urgency.  She was a bit surprised and disappointed to feel his flaccid
member against her hip.  "Is everything okay, Jake?" Lesa asked.

   Jake was silent for several seconds.  "Sarita troubles me." He finally
said.

   "Ah," was all Lesa said.  She was actually relieved that his issue was
Sarita and not a problem between them.  "I feel like I'm a good listener."

   "I like Sarita.  I like her a lot.  I thought I liked her as a little
sister, but I wouldn't want to respond to a little sister the way I've
responded to her since you got home this evening.  There was no sexual
tension between us before then, I swear.  I'm starting to think she may be
competing with you for my attention."

   Jake couldn't maintain eye contact.  "When you were talking about me not
being able to control my urges, I was indignant.  I was convinced that I
could resist any advance she could make.  She seems determined to prove me
wrong, though, and it seriously upsets me.  She managed to rub her bare ass
on my bare legs, and my treacherous organ responded as you predicted.  I'm
beginning to believe you were right.  If she climbs onto my dick, I'll fuck
her." Lesa could feel Jake shaking; then heard him catch his breath as he
tried to keep from crying.

   She rolled enough to take him into her arms.  "Ssh, it's alright
sweetheart.  You've done nothing wrong, and I'm certain you'll do nothing
to hurt her.  This stress you're feeling is because of Sarita and me. 
You've done nothing to feel guilty about, Jake.  Not even the coping a feel
of her fanny was your fault."

   Jake found her soft breasts and wiry pubic hair oddly comforting instead
of exciting.  Then he started to feel concerned that his sexual responses
might have shifted from mother to daughter, right up until Lesa kissed him.

   He began massaging the breast that he'd been holding.  When her nipple
started swelling and getting hard, so did his cock.  When she parted her
thighs and his leg dropped against the moist lips below all that pubic
hair, he had to lift up for a second to give his penis room to expand.

   Lesa broke the kiss, pleased with Jake's response.  She reached down
with her left hand to squeeze and stroke his right butt cheek, smiling when
she felt his penis twitch.  Jake shifted more on top of Lesa so he could
reach her left breast with his mouth.  He starting kissing the soft flesh
and alternately sucking on the hard tip of each mound.

   Jake wedged his knees between Lesa's legs; then forced them wide apart.
He had no problem squeezing his shoulders between her knees as he slid
toward the foot of the bed until his face was inches above her bushy mons
and gaping labia.  The dewdrops on the inner folds glistened in the dim
light.  The sight and smell converted his erection into tool steel with a
diamond tip.

   They both moaned when his mouth converged on her moist slit.  Jake spent
a good twenty minutes exploring every fold, crevice and cranny of her
holiest of holies.  She let him have his way with her sex, only
interrupting his examination the two times she climaxed.

   Jake's jaw finally got tired enough for him to back off.  His face was
covered in pussy juice from his nose to his chin.  He knee walked forward,
wormed his dick into the folds of Lesa's pussy, found her entrance, and
pressed forward sheathing his shaft in one smooth stroke.

   He tried to keep his drippy face away from Lesa as he shifted his weight
for maximum penetration, but she took his face in her hands and kissed it
clean as he began to slowly rotate his hips.

   Jake gently fucked Lesa's pussy for almost as long as he'd eaten it. 
She was writhing and squirming right to the brink, but there wasn't quite
enough stimulation to take her over the edge.  She was determined to keep
let him have his way, but was very relieved when he picked up the pace.  He
began slamming his pubis into her clitoral hood, and his third slamming
stroke triggered her climax.

   The milking action of her grasping pussy put Jake into overdrive.  He
began a punishing rhythm that had him breathing hard in no more than two
minutes.  His muscles were burning when he slammed into her as hard as he
could and began blasting strong pulses of semen into her clasping tunnel.
She, too, was out of breath from near continuous climaxes.

   Jake was exhausted and still breathing hard when he pulled his softening
penis out of Lesa's vagina and rolled off of his sated lover.  Lesa ignored
the jism oozing from her twitching twat and struggled up onto her hands and
knees.

   Jake wasn't aware of what she had in mind until her mouth closed on his
erection.  His penis swelled a little when Lesa relaxed her throat and
swallowed the sensitive head.  Lesa closed her lips tightly around the base
of his cock and backed completely off of it, sucking it clean.  Jake
relished the feel of her mouth on his shaft.

   Lesa stroked his hard shaft, struggled upright, swung her leg over his
hips, pressed the head of his cock against her oozing tunnel, and impaled
herself again before collapsing on his chest.  Jake grabbed her ass with
both hands and began sliding her back and forth, fucking her onto his
questing dick.

   The mindless rutting only lasted a few minutes.  Jake ran a finger down
from her coccyx between the hemispheres of her butt cheeks until he found
her clasping asshole.  His finger only made it into her ass to the first
knuckle before Lesa exploded on top of him.  Jake managed a few weak shots
of cum before relaxing under his soft, human blanket, still imbedded in her
vagina and rectum.

   Lesa thought about getting out of bed to clean up, but decided to just
pull the covers over their nakedness and fall asleep as they were.  Jake
was already unconscious.

   Neither of them was sure what woke them at one in the morning.  Their
pubic patches were almost glued together with dried cum.  Both of them were
stiff where they should be limber, and limber where they should be stiff.

   "My God, Jake, that was the best fucking I've ever had.  You were
absolutely fantastic!  And I was starting to worry that you were losing
interest, silly me." Lesa exclaimed.

   "Losing interest?  Get serious.  I love your lush, comfortable body.  I
can focus on our pleasure when fucking you.  There's no baggage, no side
issues, and no regrets.  I think I'm falling in love with you, Lesa." Jake
admitted.

   "What!  We haven't known each other long enough ..." Jake silenced her
with a kiss as they lay side-by-side.

   "It may take the 'jaws of life' to separate us." Jake joked.  "We may be
joined at the groin for days!"

   With a little more squirming they managed to roll apart, each one only
losing a few pubic hairs in the process.  Jake rolled into the wading pool
of cum that had not completely dried up.

   "Oh, Christ, I found a cold wet spot!" He complained to no one.

   "It's an impressive quantity, for sure.  It's hard to believe you had so
much available after those two cheerleaders so thoroughly drained your
balls last night." Lesa observed.

   "Yeah, they did do a pretty good job, but I'm not sure that their bodies
are worth the baggage that goes with them." It was as close as Jake had
come to complaining about Sara and Leslie.

   "Yeah, right," Lesa said stroking Jake's chin.  "I'm sure fucking them
was a tough job that was forced upon you.  If you think those two are
high-maintenance, just wait until little Miss Sarita gets a grip on you."

   Jake's demeanor suddenly went somber.

   "I'm sorry I said that, Jake.  Really, it was a joke in poor taste and
worse timing.  Please, let it go." Lesa pleaded.

   Lesa followed Jake into the master bath where he turned, put his hands
on her shoulders, looked her in the eye, and softly said, "Have you
considered that she was the catalyst for the animal lust I vented on you
tonight?"

   "I'm sure that Sarita's teasing put you in a mood to take no prisoners.
It had the same affect on me.  I'm really, really pleased that you vented
your lust on me.  It kept me from having to do it to you." Lesa admitted.

   Jake asked, "Really?  You're not upset or jealous?"

   Lesa laughed as she started the shower.  "How can you think I could be
jealous of Sarita?  Didn't you notice that I've helped you fuck two
cheerleaders who are half my age?"

   "That may be true, but neither of them are your thirteen-year-old
daughter," Jake observed.  "Christ, she's about the same age as my kid
brother, and he's a fucking satyr."

   "Since the thought of having sex with Sarita is so distressing to you,
maybe we should introduce her to your brother." Lesa suggested.

   Jake waited until they were lathering each other's privates before
replying, "As much as it upsets me to consider having sex with her, I don't
want anyone else fucking her either.  Is that twisted, or what?"

   Lesa wrapped her arms around him, "I don't think it's twisted at all. 
She's closer to your age than anyone you've had sex with so far, and the
two of you were establishing a relationship before the concept of sex with
her was introduced.  Don't beat yourself up over this.  What will be; will
be."

   "Let's snuggle up on the dry side of the bed and get some sleep." Lesa
suggested.  "I'm expecting a lot of visitors tomorrow."