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 IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

   "Send the next one in please."

   The next girl interviewing for the job entered the room and walked, or
should I say limped, over to my desk.

   "Hello sir, my name is Angela Wilkins."

   "Have a seat Ms.  Wilkins.  My name is John Forrester.  The job is as my
secretary and personal assistant.  Mrs.  Hawks is leaving due to her
husband being transferred.  I need someone quickly, so if you have
obligations beyond this week there is no need to interview."

   "I have no obligations.  I lost my last job two weeks ago and could
start immediately."

   "Under what circumstances did you lose that job and what was it?"

   "I was a personal secretary to a pharmacy owner.  When I wouldn't go to
bed with him he fired me."

   "Are you sure that that was the reason Ms.  Wilkins?"

   "That is what he told another worker there.  He said that I was teasing
him, but I didn't do it intentionally.  The other girl let him bed her and
kept her job for a while.  You must think I am spouting sour grapes.  I'm
sorry for wasting your time."

   The girl got up and started toward the door.

   "Wait a minute Miss.  I haven't terminated the interview just yet.  I
can guarantee that you will not be pressured to provide sexual favors here.
I will have your last employer investigated though; it is not good for
business to have dogs like him around.  Do you have a problem with your
foot?"

   "My limp is the result of a broken ankle healing improperly.  There is
not much that can be done about it, but I can get about okay.  Do you mean
that you would still hire me?"

   "Yes I would, as long as you have the skills I require.  I need someone
who is very organized and able to work without supervision.  My office is
busy most of the time and I have to spend much of the day elsewhere.  Your
resume says that you have taken business and bookkeeping courses with good
results and that you have only had the one job since school.  I also see
that you put yourself through school while caring for a young child."

   "My daughter Meagan; she is six now and growing like a weed.  My parents
have done much of the work with her and I could not have done it without
them.  Unfortunately, Mom is very ill and I need a place with a day care
facility such as this one has.  I know that I am not as experienced as some
applicants will be, but I have an incentive to do a good job."

   "I have to have someone quickly and everyone else that has applied has
to give two weeks notice before they can start.  I was out of town when I
found out about this and now I am pressed for time.  Can you be here
tomorrow morning at seven?"

   "Yes."

   "Then you have the job as long as you can do it.  Be here tomorrow and
Mrs.  Hawks will show you what the duties are.  I expect you to be dressed
similarly to how you are now and learn quickly, she only has three days
left."

   The next day started with Angela filling out the paperwork, to include
setting it up for her daughter to be delivered to the office after school.
Ellington Communications had determined several years ago that many young
women were not working because they were unable to afford childcare. 
Ellington had set up childcare in the office building and took a percentage
out of the workers wages similar to health care.  The cost was minimal to
the company and much less to the workers than any reputable service in
town. The childcare had been an unqualified success and all offices in the
building were participating.  Jobs were hard enough to come by that the
service could probably be discontinued, but the worker satisfaction it
engendered for such a small price was incalculable.

   Angela was surprised after working with the departing Mrs.  Hawks for
several hours to realize that the job was simpler than the one she was
fired from.  She also realized that her new boss, John Forrester, was not
the mid-level executive he appeared to be.  From all that Angela could see,
he owned or was the CEO of Ellington Communications.  The man listed as
CEO, William Dent, was just a front man and had no actual power in the
corporation.  All true power went through this office.  She was not sure
why it was this way, but Angela was sure of it.

   Angela caught on quickly and by Friday, she was doing the job with Mrs.
Hawks observing.

   "Angela, would you come in here please?"

   "On my way Mr.  Forrester."

   "Okay, Angela, the big question.  Can you do this job and do you want
to?"

   "Would you answer a question for me first Mr.  Forrester?"

   "What is that Angela?"

   "Why do you let Mr.  Dent show as the CEO when you are running the
business?"

   "You saw through me, huh?"

   "Easily, I'm afraid to say.  Do you own the company?"

   "Yes, I do.  Easily?  Mrs.  Hawks has been working for me for three
years and she never twigged."

   "I wouldn't be so sure of that sir.  She probably just figured that you
had your reasons and left it at that.  What about Mr.  Dent?"

   "Bill is actually the best salesman we have.  I couldn't sell anything
and until I hired him I was having a lot of trouble getting the company
going.  Having him listed as the CEO means that people who think that they
should have access to the boss don't bother me, they get Bill and he
deflects them, and usually sells them more stuff at the same time.  I
couldn't run this place without him.  And before you ask, Ellington was the
name of the guy I bought the building from.  Now, are you going to stay?"

   "Yes, I believe I will.  This job is very rewarding and I can do it.  As
long as you don't lie to me or try to hide things from me that I need to
know, I will do it."

   "If you think I am hiding something, please ask before getting upset.  I
may not even know that I am doing it.  Welcome aboard Ms.  Wilkins."

   The next couple of weeks passed quickly.  Angela proved to be
intelligent and insightful.  She kept John on schedule and provided a sharp
witty sense of humor to the flow of the day.  A casual comment about the
father of Angela's daughter brought an unusual reaction.  Angela would not
actually comment on the father, but her obvious distress caused alarm bells
to ring in John's head.  He quickly dropped the subject with Angela but did
some research on the internet later.  What he found disturbed him greatly.

   Angela had been raped.  He vaguely remembered the story now.  She had
been the subject of a police manhunt several years ago in Denver.  Reading
the stories brought it back to him.  Angela had been taken from the street
as she was returning home from a friend's house.  A dark car had pulled to
the curb and two men had jumped out and grabbed her from the sidewalk.  A
neighbor had seen the abduction and called the police.  The car proved to
be stolen and was discovered later in a parking garage.  No clue was found
as to the child's whereabouts or the identity of the abductors.  She was 15
at the time.  There were no leads or anything until a security guard at the
same parking garage heard something from a car that had been left and
discovered Angela's bruised and broken body inside.  She had been gone for
5 months and was emaciated and pregnant when found.  Her rapists were never
found.  Angela was unable to supply much information as she had been held
in a dark room and blindfolded when her captors wanted to use her.  Her
ankle had apparently been broken in the car door when she was abducted and
just bandaged during her internment.  Attempts were made to repair the
damage, but resulted in limited mobility.  Her parents would not allow her
to have an abortion and moved away to an unknown area as soon as Angela was
released from the hospital.  John was surprised that they had not changed
their name when they relocated.  Now he knew why Angela did not want to
discuss the child's father and he kept his new knowledge to himself.  The
fact that Angela had moved on and was trying to build a life for herself
and her daughter spoke volumes about her character.



   Disaster struck three weeks after Angela started working at Ellington.
She was called by a neighbor telling her that there were fire engines at
her parent's house.

   "Mr.  Forrester, may I speak with you please?"

   "Certainly Angela, come on in."

   "Mr.  Forrester, I have a problem.  A neighbor just called me to say
that there are fire trucks at my parent's house and I cannot get through to
them.  May I leave to see what I can do?"

   "Of course you may Angela.  Do you have a way to get there?  I know that
your father usually drives you to work and picks you up."

   "No I don't.  I guess that I can get a cab or something."

   "Let me take you.  Maybe I can help."

   When they got to the house, they saw that it was almost totally
destroyed, including the garage and storage shed.  The policeman they
talked to said that it looked as if the fire started at the storage shed
and quickly spread to the garage and then the house.  Apparently, the fire
started shortly after eight in the morning.  No one had come out of the
house.  Angela said that when her father returned from taking her to work
and Meagan to school, that he usually returned to bed for an hour or so
before beginning his day.  Her mother was bedridden and her father's day
was mostly taken up with caring for her.  Her mother had been on oxygen and
that seemed to have caused the fire to spread very rapidly.

   Angela was devastated.  Further questioning showed that she had no
knowledge of her parent's finances or insurance, or much of anything.  The
house had belonged to her grandparents who had passed away a few years ago.
She knew of no other relatives in the area, there should be some of her
mother's people around somewhere; but Angela had had no contact with any of
them.  Her parents had been shielding her from inquiries about her ordeal.

   The police offered to put Angela and Meagan up in a shelter for the
night.  She had no money and everything she owned was gone.  There had only
been one paycheck from Ellington so far and that had been given to her
father.  She had no bank account of her own and no access to her parent's
account.  She and Meagan had been living in the garage apartment.  She had
a driver's license but no car.  John offered to put them up until other
arrangements could be made.

   The next few days were a nightmare for Angela.  Meagan cried for hours
when she found out about her grandparents and Angela seemed to be in a
daze. When she finally got access to her father's bank account, she
discovered that there were almost no savings and the insurance had lapsed
on the house.  All she was left with was the empty lot the house used to be
on and what she had taken to work that day.  John took her to Walmart for
essential supplies for her and Meagan and was patient as the shattered
woman tried to go on with her life.  It was only a few days before she got
back to work and started to pick up the pieces.  The firefighters' fund
took care of the funerals and the city razed the property after the cause
of the fire was determined to be oily rags in the storage shed.

   One week after the fire, Angela asked John over dinner what she should
do next.

   "The first thing we need to do is to get you some transportation.  After
that we can see about more permanent housing.  You and Meagan may stay here
as long as you need to, but I am sure that you would like to have your own
place."

   "I don't know how I can thank you Mr.  Forrester; you keep doing so much
for us."

   "Here in the house, please call me John and you don't have to do
anything to thank me.  I am glad that I can help."

   "Well, I think so.  If nothing else, it will be good for you to have me
out of the house so you can get back to dating.  You haven't had a date
since we have been here."

   "Don't worry about it Angela, I don't date."

   "Why not John?  You are a very handsome man and I am sure that most of
the women at the office would be glad to go out with you, and they don't
even know that you own the company."

   "That fact is to remain a secret Angela.  I would have to beat off the
gold diggers with a bat if that were known.  As it is I have to discourage
way too many women."

   "Why do you discourage them John, are you gay?"

   "No I am not gay; I just don't want to get involved with a woman.  I can
see no benefits to being married.  Now please drop that subject."

   "If you wish John; I don't understand, but I don't need to."

   Life went on.  The next crisis was less than a week later.

   "Mr.  Forrester, you have a call on line one, your sister."

   "I don't have a sister Angela.  It must be a mistake or some kind of
crank."

   "Okay sir, I'll take care of it."

   She came into his office later and sat in the chair without asking.

   "What was that about sir?  Why did you lie to me?"

   "What are you talking about Angela?  How did I lie to you?"

   "You are not the only one who can use the internet sir.  Yes, I know
that you know about me and Meagan, I know because you quit asking; no one
quits asking that quickly.  Plus you did not say anything when I mentioned
your love life the other night.  You already knew that the last thing I
would want would be a dirty man pawing at me.  Back to today; you do have a
sister, Elizabeth Miller, and she is very sad.  When I told her what you
said, she cried.  Then she asked me if you were seeing anyone and when I
told her about our conversation, she cried harder and kept saying that she
was sorry before she hung up.  Now I need to know the story, at least to
some extent, so that I can deal with her in the future."

   John sat there stunned; this girl was a lot sharper than he had given
her credit for.  Keeping her in the dark was no longer an option.  How
could he tell her without telling too much?

   "Okay Angela, you're right, I do have a sister.  She said something to
me when I was 17 that hurt me very deeply and I haven't spoken to her
since. When she calls again, and she will, tell her that I forgave her a
long time ago.  Tell her that I could not stay mad at her for telling me
the truth, but my shame will not let me talk to her or see her.  That is
really all I wish to say on the subject for now.  I have not bothered you
about your ordeal because I did not wish to pry, please give the same
consideration to me."

   "I will for now sir, because you have been so kind to me and Meagan.  I
will tell her what you said, but if she continues to call I will not lie to
her."

   "Fair enough Angela; and I am sorry about lying to you, it has become a
habit with my secretaries.  None of the others bothered to check on it."

   "So you have been keeping away from her for what, seventeen years?"

   "Yes, now that I think of it, it has been that long.  If that has been
taken care of for now, have you made the arrangements for the conference in
Phoenix?"

   "Yes sir, you are booked into the Radisson with Mr.  Dent in the
adjoining suite.  They are expecting you to address them on the second day
and several of the organizers are looking forward to talking about some of
our new products.  You and Mr.  Dent should be able to sell quite a bit in
four days."

   "As I told you before, I don't sell shit, Bill does all of that.  I am
there as a techno weenie for him to show off.  I haven't developed anything
new for years, but I do know everything we sell.  While I am gone, I will
keep in touch via E-mail and phone.  Oh, by the way, your new car will be
in the garage tonight.  It's not really new, a 2002 Dodge Stratus should
meet your needs pretty well though don't you think?"

   "Mr.  Forrester, I did not give you enough money to buy that nice a car.
You said that you would be sure that I got a good deal, not that you were
going to buy it for me.  I can't pay back that much."

   "You don't have to pay back anything Angela.  You said that you wanted
to sell the lot your parent's house was on, so I bought it and put a little
of the money into getting you a good dependable car."

   "I don't know how to thank you sir."

   "Just keep on doing the good job you have been doing and that will be
thanks enough.  Have you found any apartments in the area?"

   "Josie down in childcare says that there are some units becoming
available in her complex, but it may be another month or more until they
are ready.  I really like her complex because it is the only one that I can
afford that has full time security.  I am sure that you understand why I
want that for Meagan."

   "Yes, I do.  That will be fine Angela, let me know when you are ready so
I can help.  Is there anything else for now?"

   "No sir, that does it for the day.  I'll go down and get Meagan and meet
you in the garage."

   When John got back from the conference he was fuming.  The whole four
days he had been fighting off women trying to get into bed with him.  Even
the fake wedding ring did no good because they all knew that he wasn't
married from the program.  If this kept up he would have to stop going to
conferences.  Bill Dent didn't help any by having at least one woman in his
room every night.  John hoped his wife was alright with it, but he had
never asked her or really ever even spoken to her.  Pamela Dent was a very
assertive woman who did not deal well with shy retiring people like John.

   Sitting at breakfast the next day watching Angela deal with Meagan gave
him an idea.  He thought about it and all the pro's and cons for hours.  He
barely was able to respond to questions all morning

   After lunch, Angela finally cornered him in his office.

   "Okay Mr.  Forrester, what is bothering you?  You have barely been here
all morning and we have quite a bit of work to do today.  If you don't get
with it we may be here all night."

   John looked up at her and asked, "Angela, have you considered getting
married?"

   "What has that got to do with anything?  You know how I feel about men,
or at least you should know.  The answer is no, I have no plans to ever get
married.  The very thought of sharing my bed with a man makes me ill."

   "Have you thought about women, taking a female lover?"

   "Any thought of sex brings pain and shame.  I don't want to do any of
it. Now why are you asking me this?"

   "Would you be willing to marry me if I promise not to try to have sex
with you?"

   "Marry you?  Why would you want to marry me?  Are you hoping to get to
Meagan, is that why you don't want women, you like little girls?"

   "NO!!  Not that!  I don't want sex at all, just like you.  I have been
having a lot of trouble keeping women away and I will have an excuse if I
am married.  That is all.  The gays call it a beard.  I would take care of
you and Meagan without asking anything in return except that you stay with
me and provide me with a ready-made family to keep the wolves and gold
diggers away.  I would provide college money for Meagan and also for you if
you want to continue with school.  You would keep the rooms you are staying
in now and would not have to have any more contact with me than you do now.
I can adopt Meagan if you wish and make her my heir.  I will never have one
otherwise.  I just keep thinking that we are a perfect match that way.  I
don't love you, but I do have a high level of respect for you."

   "You are serious.  You hate women so much that you would enter into a
loveless marriage just to spite them."

   "I don't hate women per say, I just don't want to have a sexual
relationship with one."

   "I have to think about this, and I would definitely have to talk to
Meagan about it."

   "Of course Angela, I would not expect any less from you."

   Angela went back to her desk and sat and thought for about an hour.  She
then went down to the daycare facility where Meagan had just arrived from
school.  They talked for almost an hour before Angela returned to the
office.

   "Mr.  Forrester, do you have time to talk?"

   "Yes Angela, come on in."

   Angela entered the office, hesitantly for the first time in a while. 
"Did you mean everything you said before; that we would be married but
without the sex?"

   "Yes I did Angela.  The more I think about it the better I like the
idea; heck, we wouldn't even have to move you in.  I would just make sure
that you and Meagan are better cared for.  You would want for nothing."

   "Well, I have been thinking about it, and I have some conditions before
I will say yes.  I know this may be presumptive of me, but I can't do it
any other way."

   "Go ahead Angela, I won't guarantee to agree to all of them, but I can't
say one way or the other until I hear them."

   "Okay, there has to be a prenuptial contract.  I don't want people to
think that I am marrying you for your money.  To keep that idea going you
are going to have to be nice to me in public, hugs and kisses and `sweetie'
and things like that for at least a month before the wedding.  You also
have to keep it up for at least a while afterward.  I will do the same to
you except in the office.  I also want to continue to work here.  I may
have to switch to another executive to keep propriety, but I would hope not
as you have the most exciting work in the company." John was nodding at
each declaration as if agreeing.  "Those things are somewhat negotiable, at
least in degree, but the next two are not.  You have to make up with your
sister.  She called while you were gone and we had a very long
conversation. She loves you and misses you and her son John would like to
get to know his namesake.  When I told her what you said about her just
telling you the truth, she just about screamed my ear deaf.  I don't know
what she said to make such an impact, but she regrets it with every fiber
of her being.  The last item is that I need to know what the big secret is
and why you don't want a sexual relationship of any kind."

   "Now I'm the one who has to think for a while.  We'll talk later
tonight. I can understand your conditions, I just don't know if I can
comply with them.  Okay Angela?"

   "That is fine sir.  I'll see you at home.  Right now I've got some work
to do that hasn't been getting done because someone who shall remain
nameless took my mind off of work."

   That evening after Meagan had gone to bed Angela returned to the family
room and sat in the armchair next to John's.

   "Have you had enough time John?"

   "Yes, I think I have.  The first items are easily dealt with.  The
prenup might not be as restrictive as you want, but there will be one.  I
agree with that mostly because I can see you discovering Lancelot prancing
by and wishing you had waited.  No matter what is in the agreement though,
Meagan will be taken care of the best that I can.  I already love her and
see suitors around every corner.  If you let me adopt her, it will be the
happiest day of my life.  As you said, the stickers are the last two items.
I'll do it if Elizabeth will."

   "She will."

   "And the last item relates to the previous.  I want you to know just how
difficult this is.  I have kept this hidden for most of my life and telling
you is possibly the hardest thing I have ever done.  I am beginning to care
a lot for you and I want you to stay around, and this is the only way I can
do it."

   John stopped to take a breath.  "At the end of my senior year of high
school I was in the shower after mowing the lawn.  Elizabeth had just
gotten back from her first year of college and I was not used to her being
in the house, so I had not locked the bathroom door.  I had been very
meticulous about that for the last few years.  As I stepped out of the
shower Elizabeth opened the door and walked in.  For the first time since I
had been very little she saw me nude.  Of course she looked down at my
crotch before I could cover it.  Her reaction was what I had expected.  She
pointed at my dick and burst out laughing.  I shall remember her words to
the end of my life."

   "Damn John, what the hell is that little thing?  There is no way any
woman is ever going to want you with no more than that to use."

   "I was humiliated and I have not spoken to her since.  That was 17 years
ago and I remember it as if it was yesterday.  Unfortunately, she was
correct; my penis is very small and would not do anything for a woman, so I
have stayed away from women up until now.  The only way I can tell you
about it is because I know that it will make you feel more comfortable
being here with me.  Even if I wanted to do anything to you, I couldn't do
any harm.  I do have hormones and urges, but I suppress them.  This is the
dark secret that I have guarded jealously for all these years.  Are you
still willing to marry me?"

   "Don't we make a pair?  We both fear sex, but for different reasons. 
All I get from sex is pain, which is all I have ever felt.  You fear the
rejection from sex for what are probably very good reasons.  I will marry
you, partly because the thought of marrying a normal man scares me to
tears. Maybe between both of our fears we can be happy, or at least not be
miserable."

   The shows of affection went slowly.  The first time John touched her
without warning Angela jumped and yelped.  It took almost half and hour to
calm her back down.  After that, John always said something before touching
her.  Their first public kiss was almost as bad, and John decided to do
that very rarely.

   There was no way to do this without someone being in on the deal to some
extent.  William Dent's secretary, Rose, was the office gossip.  She
already knew something about John's problem with women, not the real
problem, but she knew that there was one.  Angela had also confided some of
her history to Rose shortly after starting to work at Ellington.  Angela
went to lunch with her right away and gave her a version of the story near
enough to the truth to be uncomfortable for both parties, and swore her to
secrecy; which of course meant that most of the company knew it the next
day.  The idea was to stop the rumor mongers before they started.  This way
everyone knew that it was more a marriage of convenience than love, but
that Angela was not latching onto John for his money.  This would not stop
all of the gossip of course, but it would give them some degree of
respectability.

   Their home life became much looser, and they made the changes needed for
Angela and Meagan to be permanent residents at the house.  John had bought
the house about 10 years before and had it fixed up.  The house was a
Victorian style on Highland Avenue just down from Kossuth Street in an
older but still very nice neighborhood.  There were seven bedrooms along
with a very large family room, library, front parlor, living room and
formal dining room.  The remodeling had expanded the master bedroom into a
suite with a Jacuzzi and added another large bathroom between two of the
other three bedrooms on the second floor.  There were three bedrooms and a
small half bath on the third floor.  John had also had an exercise room
added to the three-car garage and a game room with large screen TV, pool
table, and sauna in the basement.  Angela did not move into the master
suite with John, but she and Meagan did do some decorating in their two
rooms and bath.

   One evening over dinner Meagan looked at John and asked, "if you are
going to marry mommy, does that mean I can call you daddy?"

   "I would be very proud if you were to call me daddy Darling, but you
only do it if you want to.  Do you want me to be your daddy Sweetheart?"

   "I think so John, you are almost as nice as Grampa was.  Will I be
Meagan Forrester?"

   "Once again Dear, only if you want to.  As far as I am concerned, I am
your father and you can call me what ever you want to Honey."

   "I would like that I think...Daddy.  Does that mean that I am not a
bastard anymore?"

   Angela jumped up and ran to hug Meagan.  "Baby, where did you hear
that?"

   "The kids at school said that if mommy wasn't married then I was a
bastard."

   "Honey, you are not and never were a bastard.  I will explain it all to
you when you are older, but John and I are going to send you to a new
school starting next year.  It is a private school and they are only going
to know you as Meagan Forrester.  John will be your daddy and no one ever
needs to know about before.  Will that be okay Meagan?"

   "Okay Mommy.  I like John and I do want him to be my Daddy."

   John had already been in contact with a very nice private school about
Meagan, and he reminded himself to make sure they had her listed as
Forrester.

   One evening, several days later, Angela and John were sitting in the
family room watching TV.  They had gotten into a routine where after dinner
they took some time to talk to and pay attention to Meagan, then after she
was in bed they would retire to the family room with coffee and watch TV
for a while before they went to bed.  The movie on this evening was R rated
and half way through Angela looked over at John.

   "John, do movies like this make you uncomfortable?"

   "What do you mean uncomfortable?"

   "Do you get excited seeing women nearly nude like this?  And if you do,
what do you do about it?  Do you masturbate?"

   "Angela!"

   "Come on John, it is a valid question.  You said that you have normal
urges, what do you do about them?"

   "Well what about you?  Do you masturbate?  Does seeing a movie like this
get you excited?"

   "No, it doesn't and I don't.  Do you want to know what I feel when I
think about sex?  Do you want to know more about what happened to me?  I'll
tell you if you want me to, but you may not like what you hear."

   "I do want to hear it, not for curiosity as much as to better understand
you.  I want to keep from hurting you by accident, and I can't do that
without knowing more about what you went through.  To answer your question
first; yes I do get excited and no I do not masturbate.  I just repress the
urge.  I tried it when I was younger and it brought no relief, just shame,
so I don't do that anymore.  The best time of my life was when I convinced
my doctor to prescribe a chemical castration drug like they use on sex
criminals.  It was fantastic, I felt so much relief.  He wouldn't continue
the prescription saying that it was not healthy and I should buck up and
deal with my problem like a man.  I almost hit him I was so angry. 
Needless to say I stopped going to him.  I have been trying to get up the
courage to make the castration real, but I haven't been able to yet.  But I
may do it now, just to make you feel safer."

   "Don't do that John.  I do feel safe with you and I don't want you to
hurt your health for me.  This is very difficult for me so please don't
interrupt.  It is not that I don't remember, or that I don't think about it
all the time, because I do, it is just that talking about it makes it real
again, and not just a nightmare.  My best friend Helen lived on the street
behind mine.  I would usually walk around the block because there was a
mean dog in the alley that I didn't want to walk by.  As I got to the
corner, a car pulled to the curb and two men jumped out and ran toward me.
I didn't have time to move before one of them grabbed me around the waist
and put a damp rag on my face.  I barely remember them tossing me into the
back of the car, but I was not all the way in before they slammed the door
shut.  My foot caught in the door and the force broke my ankle.  They just
pulled me in and closed the door again as I screamed and passed out.  The
next thing I remember I was lying naked on a bed and one of the men was on
top of me shoving his dick into me.  The pain of the rape was almost as
much as the pain from my ankle.  They had tied me to the bed and didn't
even realize that my ankle was broken.  I passed out again and woke back up
as another of them fucked me.  I don't know how long this cycle kept up. 
Every time I woke up one of them was fucking me and my ankle was hurting so
much I would pass out again.  I guess one of them figured out what was
going on because when I finally woke up and stayed awake my right leg was
not tied anymore and there was a tight bandage on my ankle.  They did not
let up on me though, it is just that I stayed awake the next few times they
raped me.  After the first few days, they settled into a routine.  In the
morning they would each rape me and then whoever was last would tie me
sitting up on the toilet.  I would be fed and watered then left there for
the day.  I was always blindfolded and my hands were always bound with
leather cuffs and my good leg was usually chained as well.  When they would
get back I was fed and watered again, then they would hose me down to clean
me off, and then take me back to the bed and rape me some more.  Some times
they would bring in friends and sell me to them.  One night they threw a
party and I was fucked all night.  They had a harness they put on my face
that kept me from biting them as they fucked my mouth.  A lot of the time
they would have just fucked my ass before they used my mouth.  I got used
to the taste of my own shit.  My ankle hurt for a long time, but it
eventually quit.  The doctors later said that the nerves were finally
destroyed.  I had no way to know how long I had been there, but I soon
realized that I was pregnant because I never had a period.  Since they kept
me blindfolded I knew that they were probably going to let me go, but there
were many times I wanted them to just kill me.  One morning one of them
said that he knew that I was pregnant and he was going to let me go so that
if the child was his, he wouldn't kill it.  He put the damp rag on my face
again and the next thing I remember I was in the ambulance on the way to
the hospital.  My time in the hospital was not a lot better except that I
was not being raped anymore.  They had to re-break my ankle to make it so I
could walk again.  There was too much damage for it to be fixed all the
way. My mother would not let me have an abortion.  She said that the baby
should not have to die for the father's sins.  The men were never found,
and the thought that they could be looking at me at any time drove me
crazy. My mother grew up in Lafayette and as soon as I was released from
the hospital, we moved here.  I was able to finish school without anyone
knowing my story, but I stayed away from people so they wouldn't ask
questions.  You are the only person here that I have talked to about this.
To answer your original question, yes I do feel some excitement from these
movies, but I do not masturbate either.  All I get from sex is pain.  I
never felt anything but pain when those men were on me and I have trouble
washing down there, let alone playing with it."

   By the time she was done with the story Angela was crying openly.  John
wasn't sure what to do, he wanted to go over and hold Angela and comfort
her, but he was afraid that it would not be received in the manner given.
Instead he got up and went to the bar and made her a drink.  Angela liked
pina-coladas so there was always mix ready for it.  When he handed it to
her, she took a big drink and coughed from the shock of the alcohol.

   "Damn John, you don't have to get me drunk.  I hope you don't regret
your idea now.  The thought of staying with someone as nice and
understanding as you makes me feel safer than I have for a long, long time.
Meagan is real excited to finally have a daddy like the other kids.  Have I
disgusted you John?"

   "You haven't dear, but those sons o' bitches better hope I never know
who they are.  I just wish that there were some way to do something more
for you."

   "You have done quite a bit so far.  I don't really know of anything else
that you could do."

   -----------

   "Hello, is this Elizabeth Miller?"

   "Yes it is, may I help you?"

   "Probably not Liz, this is John."

   "John...JOHN, is that really you?"

   "Yes Liz.  Angela convinced me to call you.  She said she wouldn't marry
me unless I made up with you.  I'm sorry for all of the pain I have
caused."

   "No John, no.  I'm the one who is sorry.  I was so mean and I wish with
all my being that I had never said such an evil thing to you.  I love you
John.  Wait a minute; did you say that you were going to get married?"

   "Yes, Angela and I are going to be married in a few months time.  She
said that I had been cruel to you and that she would not marry me unless I
made up with you.  I have wanted to for a long time, but I could never get
up the courage to call."

   "Does she know why you wouldn't talk to me?"

   "Yes, that was the other condition.  I had to let her in on the big
secret.  I would have had to anyway; she needed to know why I wanted to
marry her."

   "So she doesn't mind your problem?  I knew that there would be someone
for you if you were patient.  It doesn't take size to make a woman happy."

   "You misunderstand Elizabeth.  We have not been intimate; we never will.
Angela does not want sex with a man.  I can't tell you her story, she'll
have to do that herself, but my condition is a plus for her because of it.
I hate to ask you a favor already, but Angela and I would like you to be at
the wedding, and she will not travel to anywhere near Denver.  Would you
fly here for the wedding?  I'll pay for the ticket for you and for your son
as well if he is willing to come.  Are you in a relationship, and would he
like to come?"

   "No John, I haven't been in a relationship for a long time now.  After
my husband left I kind of let myself go and no man is willing to stick
around very long.  Your nephew Johnny would love the chance to meet you,
and we will come to see you and this amazing woman as soon as I can get a
plane there.  I miss you so much John, I can't wait to see you again.  I
have been there before, I have seen what a success you have made of
yourself and I was so sorry that I could not share that with you.  Will you
pick us up at the airport?"

   "Take it easy Liz.  Angela and I will be in Indy to pick you up, just
call her at the office to say when you will be in.  I am looking forward to
seeing you again and to meeting your son."

   "I named him after you John, so that I would have a reminder of the
tragic mistake I had made."

   "That is all in the past Liz.  Call Angela when you get a flight,
goodbye for now."

   Standing in the arrival area with Angela and Meagan, Meagan between them
holding both of their hands, was one of the hardest things he had ever
done. John was so scared he was fidgeting and had an almost uncontrollable
urge to run away.  The only thing that stopped him was Meagan's utter joy
at the idea of meeting her soon to be Aunt and Cousin.  She kept asking
questions to which John would have to answer, "I don't know dear.  I am
sure that they will love you, but I don't know much about them anymore."

   Angela was almost as nervous as John and answered her own barrage of
questions in almost the same manner as John did.

   Finally, the public address system announced the arrival of their flight
and people started streaming out of the security area.  A tall bleached
blonde with wide hips dressed in very good clothes and a slender young man
stepped through the barrier and headed directly for the trio.

   John thought that it might be Elizabeth and her son, but she looked so
different from what his memory showed.  She had gained at least 50 pounds
and most of it was on her hips.  The boy looked nothing like her.  He was
slender and dark, almost a Mediterranean complexion with black hair down to
his shoulders.

   "Is that Johnny daddy?  He's cute."

   "I think so Dear."

   Just then the woman saw him and came rushing over with her arms
outstretched.

   "John!  Thank god, I was afraid that this day would never come."

   By this time she had reached them and grabbed John in a crushing hug;
Elizabeth put her head on John's shoulder and cried.

   It had been so long since John had actually held a woman in his arms
that he wasn't sure what to do with his hands.  Having his sister crying on
his shoulder didn't help any either.  He could feel her brassier bound
breasts pushing against his upper abdomen.  The fact that this gave him an
erection meant little, he always had an erection when a woman was near. 
That it was his sister meant nothing, he had not seen her for 17 years and
there was no sense of shame there for that, just the normal shame he always
felt at getting hard.

   The boy stood there looking uncomfortable with his hands hanging
loosely.

   Meagan came to the rescue by stepping forward and taking the boy's left
hand in both of hers.  "Are you going to be my cousin?  John says that he
is going to be my daddy so you will be my cousin.  Do cousins like each
other?  I've never had a cousin before; I hope that you will like me.  My
name is Meagan and I will be seven next month, how old are you?"

   The poor boy was overwhelmed.  "Whoa there little one; I am Johnny and I
just turned 12.  My mom says that yes, you will be my cousin, and I hope we
like each other.  You are very pretty Meagan and I would like to get to
know you." He looked behind the young girl, "are you Angela?  Mom says that
you are a miracle worker and that we have you to thank for her brother
getting back together with her."

   "Yes I am, but he wanted to do it, I just gave him a reason to.  Why
don't we go get your luggage and let them have a little time?  The luggage
area is down this escalator here, come on Meagan, you can meet Elizabeth
later."

   Angela started off with her normal limp and Meagan hurried to catch up.

   Johnny didn't say anything, he had no idea what was wrong with Angela,
but he was polite enough not to ask.

   When they got back, with Angela holding one bag, Johnny with two, and
Meagan had the smallest bag in her arms.  Elizabeth had moved back from
John, still crying and looking him in the eyes.

   "Come on folks, let's get to the car, it's a long way home."

   The new airport in Indy was much better organized than the old one. 
Shuttle busses took them to the parking area and everyone fit easily into
John's 300C.  The big car cruised along the almost constantly under
construction highway.  John could not ever remember going south to
Indianapolis without there being a portion of 65 lined with orange barrels.
The conversation during the ride centered on the plans for the wedding. 
Some was given to the status of the brother and sister's lives.  Elizabeth
was a practicing Psychologist, but she was unhappy with the way the other
partners were treating her.  She was currently looking to join a new team
or to split out on her own.

   That evening after the kids were in bed they sat at the kitchen table
with coffee.

   "Okay kids, what is going on here?  I saw upstairs that you have
separate rooms.  Do you not sleep together?"

   "No Liz, we don't.  One of the reasons that we are getting married is
because neither Angela nor I want to have sex.  We both hate it."

   "One, John, how would you know?  From what I can tell you have never had
sex.  And what about you Angela, you have a daughter, but have you ever
been made love to?"

   "Sis, there is something else you need to know.  Angela has agreed to
let you in on this.  Do you remember about seven years ago there was a big
to do in the Denver area about an abducted girl?"

   "Yes, I think I do, her name was...Oh my god, that was you, wasn't it
Angela?"

   "Yes Elizabeth, it was.  They kept me for five months and abused and
raped me the whole time.  The only thing I can thank them for is that none
of them had AIDS.  One of them is Meagan's father.  That is all I know
about sex, and more than I ever wanted to know.  John says that he doesn't
want sex with me, so I am willing to marry him."

   "That was a horrible thing that happened to you Angela, but that was
brutality, not sex.  You are wrong on another count too, John won't ask you
for sex, but he most certainly does want to."

   "Is that true John?"

   "Unfortunately yes; that is why I want to get the castration, so I will
lose the urge."

   "NO!  There is no way you should do that John.  It is unhealthy and
there is no way to reverse it."

   "Why would I want to reverse it?  I don't want these urges.  I can't
make a woman happy as I am.  Angela is the perfect mate for me because she
won't ask me for something I can't give her."

   "This is not right kids.  If you two don't fix this between you there
are going to be a lot of problems around here.  I hate like hell to say
this, but as it is now I would have to suggest that you call off the
wedding.  The way you two are throwing off pheromones this place is
dangerous.  I can already feel it and it will only get worse.  The things
that will happen include Meagan becoming very sexually active as soon as
she reaches menarche.  If we visit very often her first conquest will
probably be Johnny, he won't be able to resist the atmosphere any more than
she will.  The other is that one of you will become suicidal.  I'm not sure
which will break first, but one of you will.  The stresses caused by living
with each other will be too much."

   "Elizabeth, surely you are making too much of this.  We are not causing
any problems like that; we just don't want to have sex with each other."

   "Wrong again Angela.  I love you because you gave me my brother back,
but this situation is no good.  You are both repressing too much.  We need
to fix it before there is any harm done."

   "Well what do you suggest Sis?  If I have to keep fighting off women at
the conventions I will quit going, and that will hurt the business."

   "You two need to sleep together.  Do you masturbate often John?"

   "That is twice as often that I have been asked that by a woman than I
ever expected to be.  As I told Angela, I don't do that.  There is no
pleasure in it for me.  I stopped a long time ago.  Before you ask, Angela
doesn't either.  All she has ever known of sex is pain."

   "No wonder this place is so rich.  You both need to empty your glands.
You need to get laid."

   "No way Elizabeth.  John would never hurt me that way."

   "It doesn't have to hurt Angela.  It is supposed to feel good.  The best
way to start would probably be to get John off first and then do you.  As
wrong as it is, I'll help you both if you will let me."

   "Great sis, you get Angela to enjoy sex and then she'll want a real man
and leave me.  I can't bear to be alone again.  Leave us be Elizabeth.  We
don't need your help."

   "No, what you both need is to see a psychiatrist for some real deep
therapy.  There is more to making a woman happy than having a big dick
John. My husband is a good example of that.  He was large, and didn't give
a damn about my pleasure.  Any satisfaction I got from sex with him was
purely accidental.  You do love Angela, don't you John?"

   "I do Liz, more than I thought possible.  I don't know what I would do
without her now and Meagan has her hand securely around my heart too."

   "Then please let me help.  If you go on the way you are now it will be a
disaster and hurt a lot of people.  Will you work with me John?  Remember,
this is pretty much what I do for a living."

   "I don't know if I can do that Sis, but I am willing to try.  How about
you Angela, will you try too?"

   "I love you too John and I will do my best.  Just remember that I may
panic and not have control all the time.  Even after we have been touching
for a couple of months now, if you don't warn me I get frightened."

   "You should have had professional help long ago Angela.  That the
hospital and police did not do that is criminal; rape is bad enough, what
you went through had to be traumatizing to the extreme.  I understand why
John loves you though, because you have never quit.  Let's go up to your
room John and see what we can do."

   When they were all in John's room Elizabeth directed him to shuck down
to his skivvies and lay on the bed.  By the time he did he was almost
crying.

   "How old were you when you were abducted Angela?"

   "Fifteen."

   "Did you have any experience with boys before that?  Any dates or making
out?"

   "No, none before or after.  John was the first man to kiss me last
week."

   "Damn!  Are you willing to undress to your undies like John?  It will
probably make him feel a lot better if you do."

   "Okay, I guess, but only if you do too."

   As Angela took her shirt off Elizabeth got a look at her abdomen and
gasped.  John heard and looked at her as well.  Angela had numerous round
scars on her belly.  She had a confused expression for a moment, then
looked down and said, "oh yeah, one guy said that I made a great ashtray. I
had totally forgotten about that.  There is more on my back and ass."

   "Didn't they try to do anything about them at the hospital?"

   "No, they had all they could do to reconstruct my ankle and rectum;
there wasn't time to fix something like this.  Most of the sores had healed
when I was found."

   "Okay honey, we will have to sit down and talk about this sometime, but
for now let's concentrate on John.  Sit on the bed by his hips facing his
head.  Just run your hand up and down his chest to start.  I'll do the same
on this side.  Feel how strong and lean he is.  This is how a man is
supposed to feel.  Most guys today let themselves go and have a lot of
extra around the abdominal area; love handles they call it.  Don't try to
do anything sexual, just get a feel for my handsome brother."

   "Why haven't you tried dating John?"

   "Because it would be too painful Liz; all I needed was for another woman
to laugh at me to throw me into total despair.  Have we done enough for
now, can I get dressed?"

   "I am really sorry about that John; I was young and full of myself then.
If you had been careful, you should have been able to find someone who
would love you and overlook this minor problem."

   "That's a real good description Liz.  A minor, small, problem.  I didn't
try because even if I did find someone who could see past it, I knew that
it would never last.  As soon as she found someone bigger she would be
gone; I've seen enough on the internet to know that women want size, the
bigger the better.  That is why I'm skeptical about this now.  I don't want
to lose Angela."

   "Don't worry about that John, there is no way I will ever let any man
touch me but you.  If you can look beyond the scars and shame I bear, then
I can ignore your shame.  Please be patient with me.  I want to make you
feel good, but I don't know how."

   "That's why I am here Angela.  I'm going to show you and John how to
please the other, sex can be great as long as there is affection involved.
Now you need to move your hands a little lower and we will slowly pull his
boxers down.  Not too fast, we don't want to spook him."

   "Please Elizabeth, can we stop now?  Isn't this enough for the first
time?"

   "No John, not yet.  Are you on contraceptives Angela?"

   "No, I never saw a need for them."

   "Well do you two want to have kids of your own?  Have you even talked
about it?"

   "No, we haven't, it just never came up."

   "Boy oh boy, you guys really aren't ready to be married.  Even if you
did want kids, you need to choose when, not just let it happen.  Well
that's a subject for another day, for now we will be careful."

   "Oh John, this is not that bad sweetie, it should be large enough to
please Angela; and it is so hard.  You could break rocks with this thing.
Stroke it Angela, easy does it."

   "How long has it been since you have shot off John?"

   "Years, I try not to do that."

   "Well in that case, this first one is probably going to hurt.  Don't
worry though, after this it will feel good."

   "AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!"

   "Here is comes Angela, damn, will you look at that?  It's a good thing
that didn't go into you, that is quadruplets for sure."

   "Stay here and stroke him gently Angela, I'm going to get a washrag and
a towel.  Damnation John, I hope all your loads aren't like that one, poor
Angela will never be able to swallow it all."

   When Elizabeth got back, Angela was sitting and looking at John's still
hard penis.  She was stroking it slowly with a bemused expression.  Liz
cleaned up the mess and then leaned over and took John's cock into her
mouth.  His modest size let her play with her tongue and lips more than she
had ever been able to with her husband.  The sensations flowing from his
genitals had John rapidly ready to shoot again, only minutes after his
first.  Once again, the amount was more than Elizabeth was used to and
although she tried to get it all, some white liquid escaped from the
corners of her mouth.

   She swallowed and licked her lips, "Wow, what a load.  It is good
tasting too Angela, you will like it I am sure.  It is always best to
swallow; no matter what they say, a man sees spitting as rejection, and
John doesn't need any more of that.  Now it is your turn Angela, please get
on the bed and stretch out.  Come over here John and explore your fiancés
body.  She needs gentle care and love, so just caress and explore for what
makes her feel good."

   "Can we take off these panty hose dear?  Why do you wear such heavy ones
anyway?"

   "You will see when they are gone, it takes heavy or dark ones to hide
the scars.  Go ahead and take them off, you do it Elizabeth, be gentle."

   As the hose came down revealing white granny panties, they also revealed
a fine network of scars crisscrossing what should have been beautiful
slender legs.  There were also more of the circular cigarette burns on her
upper thighs.  The area around her right ankle was almost nothing but scar
tissue.  By the time the hose were completely off Elizabeth was softly
crying.

   "It's okay Liz, they don't hurt anymore, but you can see why I didn't
think anyone would want to be with me now.  Can we stop now?  I don't know
how much more I can stand."

   "Just a little more dear, can we take the bra off?"

   "Only if you do too Elizabeth; John should have a nice set to look at."

   "Oh damn, well, in for a penny, in for a pound."

   Elizabeth reached back and removed her brassier.  Her medium sized tits
slumped to her ribcage.  John's dormant cock raised its blunt head again.
He continued caressing Angela's neck and shoulder area as his sister
reached around and unhooked the plain white bra on Angela.  As the bra was
pulled away, more scars were revealed.  Some of these were obviously bite
marks.

   "Are you disgusted with me now John?  How can you look at me and feel
anything else?"

   "I just love you dear, and I truly want to make you happy."

   "Come on John, haven't you at least fantasized what it would be like to
have a naked woman to play with?  Wouldn't you like to explore and see
everything you can about her?"

   John and Elizabeth proceeded to kiss and lick their way down Angela's
body.  At one point Liz was suckling on Angela's right tit while John was
paying attention to the back of her left knee when Angela suddenly
stiffened and let out a very loud moan with a kind of cough at the end.

   "Damn girl, we haven't even gotten to the good parts yet.  Did you
come?"

   "I think so Liz, it built and built till I thought I was going to
explode, then this feeling of utter joy suffused me and suddenly the
tension released.  Is that an orgasm?"

   "Sounds like one to me kid, would you like another?"

   "No, not right now; let me get a little perspective on it first.  I
think that it is your turn now.  Change places with me and let your little
brother see what a woman is supposed to be like."

   "But Angela, he is my brother; we aren't supposed to be doing things
like this."

   "It didn't stop you from giving him a blow job Liz.  Now get up here and
let us both play.  If you don't, it is all over.  The only way I can let
myself go enough to do this is if you are here; without you we are done."

   "Okay Angela, have fun."

   Elizabeth got up on the bed and lay down on her back.  John couldn't
believe it, after years of not touching a woman; he now had two asking him
to feel them.  He started at Elizabeth's neck and slowly moved down. 
Angela was doing the same on the other side, just as Elizabeth had done to
her.  As John was tonguing her belly button Angela grabbed the waistband of
Elizabeth's panties and looked over at John.  He nodded and took hold of
the other side.  Together they pulled the panties down and off the
reclining woman.  John was seeing his first naked pussy.  The light brown
hair curling on her mound was a very strong point of interest.  Her legs
were only slightly parted and John could not see more than a little of the
mysteries hidden below the hair.

   "Elizabeth dear, there is one thing that I have heard about that I
really wanted to try but I couldn't.  Do you think that it would be alright
if I were to perform cunnilingus on you?"

   "Say what?  Do you want to eat me?  I have `t had that since college; my
husband wouldn't even consider it."

   "Well, some of the stories I've read on line say that some guys enjoy
it, and I always wanted to try, but...well"

   "You didn't want to take the chance that they might want more, huh
John?"

   "I couldn't do that, no."

   His sister didn't answer; she just raised her knees and spread her legs.


   "Go ahead John," Angela said.  "I've never even heard of this before. 
Are you going to do to her as I had to do to all of those stinking cocks?
That always hurt my mouth and the taste was horrible."

   "That was rape Angela, when done properly oral sex can be a lot of fun.
I really enjoyed having John's cock in my mouth and tasting him.  I hope
that he likes doing this too."

   John didn't say anything else, he probably didn't even hear the
conversation between the two women he was so enraptured by the sight before
him.  As his sister opened her legs, the treasure between them was
revealed. There was a vertical crease with two plump lips a small bump
peaking out at the top.  Crenelations of flesh hung out from the gash
leaking small pearls of liquid.  John reached a hand out and parted the fur
surrounding the area so that he could see her secret spot better.

   "God, that is so beautiful.  I've seen cunts on the internet but they
never looked this good.  That smell is neat too."

   Without saying anything further, John leaned forward for his first taste
of pussy.  The smell got stronger by increments and at first the taste was
bitter.  The feel of the flesh under his tongue and lips was incredible
though.  The hair tickled his nose a bit, but he kept on, licking and
exploring.  He ran his tongue up the slit and tried to push farther into
it. When his nose hit the bump at the top, Elizabeth gasped and pushed
herself up for more contact.  John was inexperienced, not ignorant, and he
realized that he had found the clitoris.  He concentrated on it for a
while, trying to tickle it with his tongue.  Elizabeth kept pushing up as
he did this.  John moved back down from the bump and pushed his tongue into
the opening below.  The oils were increasing and he had found the source.
They were not bitter now and John discovered that he loved the flavor. 
Above him Elizabeth was gasping and rolling her head back and forth. 
Angela was sitting on her heels watching the activity.  She could feel some
excitement at the view before her and for the first time thought that maybe
sex wasn't all bad.  What hit her most strongly was that Elizabeth was
acting like she was tied to the bed, but she was able to get up and leave
at any time.  Over everything there was the aroma of an aroused woman,
actually two aroused women, as Angela could smell herself as well.  There
was a cleanliness to it that she had not experienced before.  She leaned
forward and attacked Liz's tits, one with her mouth and one with her hand.

   Elizabeth had a pretty good-sized orgasm then.  She huffed and puffed
and lifted her hips off the bed and tensed up and then yelled; not a loud
scream or anything, but definitely a yell.

   "Enough, John, enough.  I need you in me now.  Get up here and we'll
show Angela what sex should be like."

   "No Liz, not yet.  This is enough for one night, please let's stop now."

   "No brother dear, if you stop now I'll never get you in here again.  Now
get up here and put your dick in me, show me that you love me."

   The emotions were so strong that John was almost crying as he slowly
climbed his sister's body and knelt between her legs.

   Elizabeth grabbed the backs of her knees to pull them back and give
John's limited length as much access as possible.  It had been long enough
since her husband had last fucked her that she should have shrunk up some
and she never used dildos, just little clit vibrators to masturbate.

   "Help him out Angela, reach down and guide him in.  Don't expect to last
long this first time John honey, it will feel good no matter what and you
should be able to go again pretty quick.  Just take it slow and let the
sensations build.  We're in no hurry darling."

   Angela was fascinated; this was so sensual and exciting.  Her panties
were soaked and as she took hold of John's penis and pointed it at
Elizabeth's cunt she felt a small tremor sweep through her body.  John's
erection parted the lips of his sister's sex and he smoothly entered her
until their pubic hairs were intertwined.  John let out a breath he didn't
know that he was holding and supporting his upper body on his elbows he let
himself relax, just a bit.  His cock was only about 4 inches long and not
very thick, but it still could feel the walls of his sister's pussy
gripping him in a very pleasant wet heat.

   "That feels nice John, go ahead and move, just keep it slow and steady."

   John did as he was told and tried to keep from succumbing to the urge to
speed up that he was feeling.  It didn't take long before he could feel the
peak coming again; to hold off he pressed his pubic bone against Liz and
ground them together.  Elizabeth was surprised to realize that John had not
come yet but she was about to.  Unlike sex with her husband, John was
stimulating her clit with every stroke and as he ground against her she was
coming.

   John felt his sister push back and try to lift him off the bed with her
hips.  He couldn't move because her legs suddenly lifted and wrapped around
the back of his thighs and her arms were squeezing him in a crushing grip.
What he felt the most though was the contractions and spasming of her pussy
around his cock.  This was too much for him and he quickly filled her cunt
with semen.

   Angela was experiencing her own orgasm when the siblings reached
fruition.  She had never thought that sex could feel this good; she was
actually looking forward to her turn.  Something she could not have
conceived of this morning.

   Elizabeth was still vibrating from the aftereffects of the best orgasm
she had had in many years when John slipped out of her sloppy cunt with a
loose flow of liquids.

   "Oh damn!"

   "What is it Liz, what's wrong?"

   "I asked Angela about birth control and forgot that I haven't been using
any.  With as much as you put into me there is a very good chance that
Johnny is not going to be an only child anymore.  I don't know how I am
going to handle this."

   "Simple Elizabeth, you will move in here with us and give John a child
of his own.  If you aren't pregnant now, you should be before the weekend
is over.  You have to stay, because I don't think that I can do this
without you here.  No one here knows that you are his sister, and there is
no reason to tell them.  This bed is big enough for three and I'm sure that
we can explain it to the kids."

   John slid off of Liz to the side.  "Please Liz, I do love you and it
would be great for you to stay.  For some reason the thought that I may
have made you pregnant feels very good.  I think that it would be great for
you and Angela to go through pregnancy together.  You can start your own
practice here and I'll finance it.  The house next door is for sale, you
can buy it and it will be your official residence.  No one will need to
know that you aren't actually living there."

   "What about you Angela?  Aren't you going to have trouble with this? 
You haven't even made love to your husband yet and you are talking about
sharing him with me."

   "He is not my husband for another three days Elizabeth.  I don't know
that I will ever be able to enjoy sex enough to keep him satisfied; there
are just too many painful memories to work through for that.  I do know
that I will never be able to do what you just did without you there.  If
John can do it again I think that I would like to try, but you have to help
Liz."

   Elizabeth lay back and thought for a moment.  This was almost too much
to comprehend; despite his handicap John was already a better lover than
her husband had been.  The thought of helping Angela and John to have a
good marriage was nice, and she might be able to make up for some of the
damage that her thoughtless words had caused so many years before.  The
decision wasn't really that hard to make.

   "You aren't even ready for that yet Angela.  You are going to need some
prep, and even our stud here will probably need some time before he is
ready to go again.  Trade places with me dear and let us get you set."

   Angela lay down and Liz got up and moved to her side.  There was ooze
dripping down Liz's leg and Angela reached over and scooped some up with
her finger.  She put the finger in her mouth and smiled.

   "Mmmm, nice.  I like that flavor."

   Liz pulled the granny style panties down the scarred legs and off.  The
bush revealed had never been trimmed but was not extensive in any case. 
The lips were plump and very wet with fringes peaking out from the crease.
The clit was very small and still hidden at the top.

   John could not keep his hands away from the wonder in front of him.  He
gently stroked and explored as Liz went up to Angela's head and tried to
keep her under control.  The poor woman was trembling in a combination of
fear and passion.  John was softly stroking the inside of her thigh with
one hand and petting her bush with the other.

   "May I kiss you down there Angela?  Liz tasted so good and I would like
to see about you.  I promise that I will be gentle hon."

   "Go ahead John; Elizabeth liked it so much that I want to try."

   John leaned down and took a good whiff.  Angela smelled every bit as
good as his sister had and John wasted no time sticking out his tongue and
running it up the slit.  One taste was all it took for him to dive in and
go to work.  Without even realizing she was doing it Angela lifted and
spread her legs to give John better access.  While this was going on Liz
was rubbing Angela's tits and nibbling her neck as she murmured reassuring
sounds to the traumatized girl.

   Angela's clit showed itself and John was quick to attack it with his
lips and tongue.  Angela immediately stiffened and groaned loudly.  John
had more fluids to work with and tried to drink them all.  His tongue was
very active scooping out the oils and driving Angela quickly to another
climax.

   As this one hit Liz told John to move up and make love to his fiancé. 
John placed himself between her legs and Angela snapped her knees together.


   "No!  No!, I can't do it that way.  Please Elizabeth, let me go, I can't
look up at him, I still have nightmares about that.  Please don't do this."

   John immediately backed away and lay down beside the crying woman.  He
placed his hand lightly on her arm, ready to remove it if she flinched.

   "It's okay darling, it's okay.  We won't do it that way.  No one is
going to hurt you.  Relax and we'll call it a night.  Maybe we can come up
another way tomorrow.  Hold on to me and go to sleep honey, John, you get
on my other side and hold me too.  This has been a very rough night kids
and you need some sleep.  Please know that I love both of you and I am very
proud right now."

   The next night they tried having Angela lie on her side and John entered
her from the rear.  This position was new to her and brought no painful
memories.  John was not able to penetrate all the way, but it still felt
good to him.  Angela did not orgasm from the penetration, but Liz had her
head at the junction and made sure that both parties enjoyed their union.
Over the nest next few nights, they found a few positions which allowed
Angela comfort as well as giving John the maximum amount of penetration. 
Although she never really enjoyed intercourse, Angela loved the taste of
her husband taken directly from his sister.  Angela had decided, with
John's approval, that both women would try for babies at the same time so
no condoms were needed.  John didn't think that they would stay on him
anyway.

   The wedding went off well and the blue plus said that both women were
pregnant.  Elizabeth had rejected the idea that she should hide who she
was. She proudly proclaimed that she was John's sister and was going to
stay with him and his new bride.  She and young Johnny were moving in with
the newlyweds while she established her own clinic.  She also let it be
known that she was pregnant and wished to move away from the possible
father.  Liz figured that if they thought that she was pregnant when she
got here they would not look to her brother as a possible cause.

   Angela ran into surprisingly little friction at work for marrying John.
The fact that almost no one knew that he was the company owner kept the
rude comments to a minimum.  John still had women hitting on him, but he
was better able to deflect them now.  Angela and Liz both told him to quit
pushing all these girls away and to have some fun with them, but that was
just not going to happen.  No matter how much they tried to boost his ego,
his fear of rejection was too well entrenched to give up the ghost that
easily.

   Life in the Forrester household was hardly idyllic or without stress. 
When Meagan was observed sucking Johnny her mother had a conniption fit;
until she discovered that it was Meagan's idea and Johnny had had to be
talked into it.  The little girl had peeked when Aunt Liz did it to her
daddy and she wanted Johnny to feel that good.  When the dust died down Liz
ended up showing Johnny how to reciprocate and the youngsters were taught
sex ed with a show and tell method.  They were admonished that actual
intercourse was not to happen until they were given permission.  There was
no fuss about the sleeping arrangements either, it just seemed natural that
both mothers slept with John.

   When the babies were born two days apart, they looked like twins.  Mary
and Margaret were given love and affection from all quarters.  Life was
good.