TITLE: Artist 13 Prequel 3 - My high school years
Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

STORY CODES: mF, cheat, incest, mf, mff, pregnant

SUMMARY: Danny was married to Amanda, a woman 12 years older than
him. He was stepfather to Amanda's three daughters, Natalie,
Donna, and Patty. After years of infidelity, Danny decides to
tell Amanda how it all began. This is the final part of a series
of three prequel stories to the Artist series.

ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS
ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving
minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view
such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to
actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I
neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in
sexual oriented acts with adults.


My aunt Julie was my father's younger sister. She and her husband
took me in after my parents and little brother were killed in an
auto accident. My baby sister Valentine, literally 14 years
younger than me, was put up for adoption as my aunt and uncle
felt taking a baby on in their 40's was a bit much. Well my aunt
had just turned 40 but my uncle was 47. He's the one that really
didn't want a baby in the house.

Being only 14 at the time I had a rough time adjusting to my
parents being dead, in particular my mom. My room was in the
basement so my new parents didn't really know that I often fell
asleep crying. I had bouts of depression which prompted my aunt
to just put her arms around me and hold me tight. I began to get
used to it, to even like it. She reminded me of how I grew up
hugging my mom. I became familiar to the way my aunt felt, what
she smelled like, the soft caress in her voice when she said my
name. I liked it.

One evening after I have been living there for a couple months my
aunt came down to check on me and discovered me crying in bed.

"Hey Danny, honey," she said as she came in.

I sat up and tried to wipe off my tears. " I'm OK."

Aunt Julie sat down next to me and put her arms around me.
"Nonsense. You go right ahead and cry."

I pressed my face against her large breasts and sobbed. With her
left hand holding my head to her chest and her right rubbing up
and down my back she just comforted me. "Let it out Danny. Just
know I am always here for you. Whatever you need baby. I love you
so much. That's it, let it all out."

After a couple minutes of freely crying I turned my head up to
her. She took my face in her hands and kissed the tears from both
my cheeks.

I smiled and kissed her on the nose. She laughed and kissed me
back on the nose. I kissed her on the forehead and she kissed me
back on the same place.

I realized we were playing a game and it made me smile as I
kissed her on her left cheek. Aunt Julie did the same to me. We
repeated on the other cheek.

I wondered how far she would go. We kissed on each ear. Then I
kissed her on the far left corner of her mouth. To my surprise
she did the same. Now was the moment of truth. I kissed her
square on the lips holding the kiss for about five seconds. Would
she do it? She hesitated longer than after the previous kisses.
Then she did it. She leaned in and kissed me, holding her mouth
even longer than I had held hers.

Was this the end? Would she do one more? I kissed her on the lips
again, this time opening my mouth to her. She responded. We
sucked and pressed our lips together for half a minute before I
slid my tongue into mouth. She moaned as I explored the inside of
her mouth.

Laying back down onto the bed I pulled aunt Julie with me, trying
not to let the kiss end. I was making out with my aunt. I rolled
her onto her back and slid in between her legs.

"Oh Danny we shouldn't," she warned as I pulled her night gown
down her shoulders and off her arms. She didn't resist as I
released her breasts. Her D size breasts were pale in the dim
light. Her areoles were large, the nipples protruding.

As I took one into my mouth my aunt groaned in pleasure. "Danny
please we can't do this," she said again as I began to massage
her other breast with my hand. "Oh my darling boy, we have to
stop now." But she didn't take steps to stop me.

After several minutes I moved my mouth to her other breast. As I
did I began to move my body between her legs, slowly grinding my
groin into her. She responded in like kind moving her hips up
against me, softly moaning, whispering over and over, "We have to
stop."

As I continued this I took my free hand and worked her night gown
up her legs to her waist. I pushed my boxers down and pulled her
panties to one side.

In a whisper she pleaded once again, "No Danny, we mustn't, no."
But as before she made no movements to stop me. It was as if she
needed to protest to ease her conscience.

I pushed the head of my shaft just inside her opening. She was
extremely wet. At that moment she looked so beautiful to me.

"I love you Aunt Julie," I told her as I began to push into her.
Ever so slowly I moved, trying to make sure I remembered every
moment of how it felt the first time I fucked Aunt Julie. Her
channel was wet and warm, soft yet alive. I could feel her pussy
walls try to hold me as I pushed in. Then I slowly pulled back
out. Her pussy didn't want to let me go. But it wasn't long
before I pushed in again, a little deeper. Out then in again,
this time all the way inside of her. "And I want to make love to
you," I whispered in her ear.

A nice steady rhythm. That's what I kept with her as she moaned
louder and louder. I slowly began to increase the pressure and
speed. The faster I thrust into her the more her tits rocked up
and down her body.

It took several minutes of this increasing speed before an orgasm
swept through her body. She started to cry out but I quickly
muffled it with a kiss, her scream swallowed by my mouth.

I continued to fuck my aunt for another couple of minutes before
I climaxed too. It had been months since I had last been with a
woman, my mom's friend Emily, when my mom died. I had quite a bit
of cum saved up and I gave most of it to my aunt right then.
Shooting so much into her set off another small orgasm, a first
time experience for her she told me later.

After we laid there a while she tried to apologize. I wouldn't
let her, kissing her so she would stop talking. "Every time you
try to apologize means one more time I'm going to fuck you Aunt
Julie."

She smiled and said, "I think I'm going to do a lot of
apologizing then."

"Then you're about to be fucked a lot," I told her. She smiled.

That started an affair with my aunt that lasted all through high
school. At first my aunt seemed to exert the control. She decided
when and where we would have sex. She came to me most often
downstairs in my room after her husband was asleep. But she could
be adventurous too.

Some of the many places we mated included the changing room at a
clothing store, in her car a lot, over at her girlfriend's house
once. She liked to go to the movies, sit up in the top corner and
put the arm rest up. She would turn her back to me, slip her
pants down and have me fuck her from behind. This was one of my
favorite places with her.

I never had to worry about my aunt getting pregnant. She had a
hysterectomy a few years before. My uncle never touched her after
that, never had sex I mean. So I guess she was horny as hell when
I came along.

A year after the accident Emily arranged with my aunt to have me
come and visit with her and the family for the weekend. The
timing wasn't exactly on the anniversary but rather a week
before. I thought it odd since Emily said it was the anniversary
of the accident, but I didn't give it any further consideration.

Emily never took me to her home, never took me to see anyone
else. We went to a motel, the same motel, the same room that we
stayed at on the day of the accident. We re-enacted our days
after the accident, never getting dressed and fucking all day and
night.

I never told my aunt what Emily and I did. My aunt and I
continued our incestuous relationship for another year. When I
was younger I would practice how fast I could recover after
climaxing. I would masturbate, taking my time. Then as soon as I
climaxed I would continue masturbating to see how quick I could
get hard and climax again. The whole past year I used my aunt as
my practice tool. It became easy for me to climax, and be able to
continue fucking, ten minutes or less be climaxing again. My
focus became three. How quickly could I make it three times, in a
half hour perhaps, 20 minutes? As I practiced I remembered how
years before I would practice by masturbating. Now I practiced by
fucking my aunt. I couldn't recall the last time I jacked myself
off. My aunt was always more than ready and willing to fuck me
whenever either of us had the urge. I accommodated her as much as
she did me. If it wasn't for the fact that my uncle was around
I'm sure we would be doing it even more. I wondered if I could
even keep up with her if her husband was gone.

On the second anniversary of the accident Emily and I did the
same thing, same motel, same room. I was 16 then, a bit taller, a
bit more mature. I was able to fuck her a lot better that year
than ever before. I actually tried to use a condom but she
wouldn't let me. She didn't want to let me go but I told her it
had become our own special anniversary weekend. Just for us. Not
a remembrance of the accident anymore but a remembrance of our
mating, of all the times we had been together, from the first
time in bed with my mother watching us to our last fuck just
moments before. Before we parted Emily encouraged me to start
dating. I told her I would consider it.

That summer, between my sophomore and junior year of high school
I took a driver's ed class. One of the girls in the class was
Lacy. She was 15 but very short, under 5 feet, though clearly
solid muscle. She ran cross country in the Fall, indoor track in
the Winter, and the traditional track and field in the Spring.
She had strong legs for sure.

When we finished the class I made sure to get Lacy's phone
number. I decided Emily was right and I should start dating.
Since I was already 16 I was able to get my full driver's license
right away. Being 15 Lacy had to have an adult with her to drive.
I called her up and arranged for a date.

"PeeWee golf sounds great," Lacy said. "I'll see you Friday
then."

I borrowed my aunt's car and picked up Lacy. We liked to kid each
other. "I hope you brought your A game because you'll need it.
You are going down girl," I teased her.

"You won't be able to keep up with me," she taunted back. "There
are 18 holes and I'm only going to need just 18 shots. You on the
other hand won't be able to get it into any hole tonight."

"Oh do I see a wager coming?" I asked.

"Bring it on Danny," she said. "How about you become my slave for
the rest of the evening after I win?"

"And you mine, when I win," I replied.

In the end she beat me pretty badly. As we walked back to the car
she said, "Oh my feet feel a little sore. Slave, I think you
should massage them, now."

She sat in the passenger seat with her feet hanging out the side
door. I massaged both her feet. But my mind went back to that day
I first met Emily and I had massaged hers and my mom's feet. I
told myself to stop it, to focus on Lacy. She was my date now,
not my memories. I then became a most attentive slave.

We went out for pizza and she made me feed her, every bite.
Afterwards we went to an ice cream drive through and again I fed
her. But this time I "accidentally" got some of the ice cream on
her nose.

"You get that off slave," she ordered.

I did, by licking it. Then I kissed her. She kissed me back.
"Drive slave," Lacy said. "Anywhere away from this parking lot.
Too many people around."

I got us to a park, no street lights around, extremely dark. "Now
kiss me slave," Lacy commanded. I obeyed. We were soon making out
like two wild beasts. The bench seat my aunt's car had made that
easier too. Though we kept changing positions, eventually settled
on me sitting in the passenger's side of the seat with Lacy
facing me, her legs straddling me.

She pulled her top off and dropped her bra. She had small tits
but they were solid. She leaned forward and I took one in my
mouth, sucking and licking.  After several minutes she moved me
to her other breast. "That's it slave, suck me hard."

By now I was rock hard with Lacy grinding herself into me. She
reached down and undid my jeans. "Pull down your pants slave,"
she ordered. Waiting to see if I would really do it she then
pulled down her own pants. It only took her a moment to get them
off and to then help me get mine off as well.

She mounted me again as before but this time there was nothing
between us. Lacy took a hold of my shaft and rubbed the head back
and forth across her pussy. She then held the head at her
opening. "Now fuck me slave," she ordered. "Fuck me."

I obeyed my master. I pushed my hips upward and thrust into her.
She spread her legs apart to allow me to go deeper, bringing her
knees up. I held on to her lower back as I swiftly pounded into
her. I kept this up for several minutes but was starting to get
tired. Then it happened. Lacy climaxed. "Oh fucking god in
heaven," she cried. Her words spoken as her orgasm took over, her
body sent me over the edge and I climaxed inside of her.

When it was over she pulled off of me. "You're my slave until we
get home right?"

"Yes," I said.

"Then I'm driving us home, the long way," she said and climbed
into the driver's seat. "While I'm driving you will rub my clit
until I cum again."

I did as she ordered. I made her cum twice before we got home. I
only had to grab the wheel once though when her orgasm was more
intense than she could handle and still drive.

I dropped her off and headed home. The next morning I went out to
make sure I hadn't left my aunt's car in a mess. I found Lacy's
panties which I tucked away. But to my surprise there was a blood
stain on the passenger side of her cloth bench car seat. I tried
to get it out but couldn't. I decided to tell my aunt what
happened before my uncle saw it. When he did my aunt told him she
had cut herself a while back and he had just not noticed before.
It had been so long the cut had already healed she told him. She
diverted the discussion by pointing out how he wasn't very
observant. He just shut up about it after that. My aunt then made
me tell her everything that happened with Lacy, everything.

When school started my friend talked me into double dating with
him. I took Lacy and my friend Jacob took one of the "in" girls
of the school, Cindy. Lacy and I were all over each other most of
the evening, a fact that didn't get past Cindy.

The next day at school Cindy came up to me by my locker. "That
was fun last night, don't you think?"

"Sure," I agreed. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Hey, some of the girls were coming over for a modeling party
this weekend and we need a non-biased judge," she continued.
"Since you don't really know any of them I thought you would be
perfect. The girls don't want any of their boyfriends because
they would all vote for their own girlfriend. You'll have fun.
You'll do it of course."

"OK, I'll do it," I consented. She gave me the particulars, day,
time and location. This Friday, her house, 7:00 PM.

When I got there I wasn't sure what to really expect. "Am I the
only judge?" I asked.

"Yes, but unfortunately there will only be two of use. One of the
other girls went out of town with her parents and the fourth is
sick. It's just Mary and myself," Cindy said. "So we might as
well get started."

"Are your parents home?" I asked.

"Nope just us tonight. They are having a date weekend so I'm home
alone," she explained. "Well you're here and Mary. She is
spending the night. So no rush. We've got all night. Sit here in
the living room and wait for us."

She had me sit down in the middle of the couch, the coffee table
pulled out into the center of the room. She called out a couple
of times from the bedroom that they were getting ready and to be
patient. But finally the moment arrived.

Cindy came out first. She was dressed to impress, formal style.
Now Cindy was a nice looking girl, the traditional tall blond,
blue eyed bombshell. She had on a dark maroon dress, high heals,
a necklace of pearls. "You are beautiful Cindy," I told her as
she paraded in front of me, turned around twice and then walked
out.

I doubted that Mary could beat that. Mary was your normal
brunette, long straight hair. She came out wearing a pure white
tight dress, diamond earrings, high heeled white shoes and dark
red lipstick. She was slightly taller than Cindy and a little
thinner. But when she turned around and I saw how low cut the
dress was in the back my jaw dropped. When she saw me staring she
laughed.

"My god you are gorgeous Mary," I told her. She giggled and
walked out.

Cindy called out that the next outfit was casual. This time they
came out together. Cindy had on black jeans with sequins sewn
around the back pockets. Her top was low cut and loose fitting.
When she spun around it didn't look like she had a bra on. She
was definitely hot in that outfit. I could see why all the jocks
hung around her. I wondered why I was here.

Mary was in skin fitting blue jeans and a tight red tank top.
Molding around her breasts you could see her nipples pointing out
it was so tight. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her chest.

"Well it's clear whose outfit you like best," Cindy complained.

That brought me out of my trance. "Oh, you are both so
beautiful," I responded.

"Well you are going to love the next set," she said as she led
Mary out of the room.

This went on for the next hour, one outfit after another. Each
time it was as if I was looking at two new girls, more beautiful
than the last two. They had me so turned on.

"OK now the good stuff," Cindy called out just before the two of
them came back in. They both were in silk bathrobes. Cindy
carried in a CD player that she put on the floor. It was playing
that old striptease music. They both stood in front of me
spinning and dancing to the music, slowly removing their
bathrobes.

Cindy had on a full length silk nightgown, whereas Mary had a
black two piece. Mary's top was see through and boy could I see.

Cindy pushed the string ties off her shoulders and the nightgown
dropped to the floor revealing her red set of silk panties and
bra. "Wow," is all I could say.

Mary wanted my attention so she pulled her top off revealing the
most beautiful B-size breasts, perfectly shaped and straight out.
She now only had on those black silk panties.

The music played on as Cindy slipped out of her top. Her C-cup
breasts were full and drooped ever so slightly. Without thinking
I reached up towards her breasts but she slapped my hand away.

They both turned around and slipped out of their panties and then
as if on signal turned back to me. As if they had it all planned
they knelt up on the couch, Cindy on my left and Mary on my
right. Mary kissed me first, then Cindy. They each took a side of
my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Mary undid my jeans and
they both helped remove them, along with the rest of my clothes.

There I was sitting on Cindy's couch, completely nude, my shaft
jutted upwards. Mary leaned over and put one of her tight little
breasts into my mouth. I took my right hand and placed it on her
back. She pushed it away. "You can't touch us," she stated. "We
can touch you but you can't touch us." So I just sucked on her
breasts, nibbling, and biting, and sucking like I was trying to
drink her milk.

That's when I felt something wet and warm on my shaft. Cindy had
taken me into her mouth, holding me at the base with her fingers
while sliding up and down my shaft. Mary shifted me to her other
breast while Cindy kept working my member.  It all felt so good I
started getting a little dizzy. That's when I exploded in Cindy's
mouth, shooting load after load down her throat. She just sucked
down all she could.

When I quit squirting she lifted off me and said, "That was
rather nice Danny. Do you fill all your women with that much
cum?"

"Never," I lied. For some reason I wanted her to think she had
some special power over me. Truth was I could always put out a
lot of cum. My recovery was quick too. Good thing too because
Mary now had me in her mouth and was trying to turn my semi-hard
cock rigid again.

She was surprised how quick she was able to do it too. "Do you
always get hard again this fast?" she asked.

Again I lied. "Never," I repeated. You two ladies are just so
incredible.

Mary was beaming as she straddled me. Rubbing the head of my
shaft across her pussy lips a few times she pushed it just
inside. "Are you ready for the ride of your life Danny?" she
asked me. I nodded and she dropped herself down onto me. Lifting
up she did it again, once more and I was fully inside of her. She
then began to ride me, up and down, up and down.

I had my head back, eyes closed as she fucked me for five minutes
before stopping as her orgasm swept through her body.

"My turn," Cindy announced. Mary got off as Cindy took her place.
She didn't waste any time burying me deep inside of her vagina.
She had me sucking on her breasts as she rocked her hips into me.
Each time I tried to use my hands in any way Mary slapped them
away.

"Fuck that cock Cindy, fuck that cock," Mary chanted. Cindy was
riding me pretty hard when suddenly her orgasm stopped all
movement. Mary gave her only a few seconds before pushing her off
to one side and mounting me. Cindy fell to the floor moaning.

I grabbed Mary around the waste as I stood up and dropped her
onto her back on the couch. I climbed between her legs and thrust
deep inside of her. Not caring about their little no-touch game I
slid my hands under her shoulders and pressed my lips to hers,
all the while pounding her as hard and fast as I could.

She began to scream into my mouth but I didn't let up, nor did I
break our kiss. Mary wrapped her legs around me tight as she
climaxed again. But this time I came with her, pushing into her I
let loose another huge load of cum, squirt after squirt.

"Mary, it looks like you win tonight," I told her since she was
the one I pumped my cum into.

"Oh we're not done yet," Cindy interjected. "At least not until
you cum inside of me too, just like you did Mary."

"And I want to swallow a big load like Cindy did," Mary added.

"How long do you plan on keeping me her tonight?" I asked.

"All night," they said in unison.

"Then how about we go to the bedroom?" I suggested.

"Let's make it my parent's bed," Cindy said. "They won't be using
it tonight."

"As long as they don't find out," I said.

"Well my dad would kill you for sure," Cindy mused. "But my mom,
she would want to see what all the fuss was about, maybe take you
our for a spin herself."

"What? What are you saying," I asked.

"My dad doesn't know," Cindy began to explain, "and my mom
doesn't know I know."

"Know what," Mary asked.

"My mom sleeps around," Cindy said. "Do you remember when I broke
up with Mark last year?"

"Yeah, he was being a jerk," Mary replied, "just ignoring you."

"One school night I went home sick from cheerleader practice,"
Cindy said. "My dad wasn't home and I saw Mark fucking my mom in
her bed. I snuck back out and just walked around for a while
before going home. Mom acted like nothing happened, even asked
how Mark was."

"Wow, that's intense," Mary told her.

"I've caught her two other times too," Cindy continued. "She
still doesn't know. But I don't bring boyfriends home anymore.
But Danny, you're not my boyfriend. You're too much of a dweeb
for me. It would ruin me at school. But you can fuck me anytime
you want. I almost think it would be a kick to see you fuck my
mom. It would serve my dad right."

"What do you mean?" Mary asked.

"For screwing his secretary," Cindy stated.

"Wow, what a fucked up family," Mary noted.

"Come on you two," Cindy ordered, "we're going to bed, my mom's
bed."

Things went at a little slower pace through the night, with
sporadic periods of sleeping interrupted with periods of fucking.
It wasn't until mid morning that I woke up to Mary slowing
fucking me. Cindy was still out next to us. Mary put her finger
to her lips to keep me quiet. Her movements were becoming jerky
as she orgasmed around my cock. It was a wonderful way to wake up
and I rewarded Mary with my own climax.

"I put my number into your phone," she whispered. "Call me
anytime you want to fuck." Then she kissed me as she dismounted
me.

Cindy began to stir as I got out of bed and got dressed. We
changed the bedding and then got a snack to eat. An hour later I
was home.

Neither Cindy nor Mary talked to me at school. I got together
with Mary several more times, but all she wanted was to fuck.

Cindy was the same way but she kept talking about wanting me to
fuck her mom. She kept having me come over to the house, at first
to meet her parents, then to pretend I was her boyfriend. She
knew when her dad was going to be gone one weekend. She made it
clear that I was coming over that Friday for dinner. Then at the
last second she told her mom she had to go help a friend, to tell
me sorry she wasn't here.

When I got there her mom let me in. "Come in Danny," she said.

"Hi Mrs. Andrews," I told her. "Is Cindy around?"

"First of all Danny you have been around me long enough to call
me Doris," she said. "Now unfortunately Cindy had an emergency to
attend to. But you are not leaving here without eating."

"Are you sure it's no trouble Mrs. A...I mean Doris?" I asked.

"No trouble at all," she said as she gently rubbed my arm.

I won't bore you with too many details, but it was fun watching
how Doris slowly seduced me all evening long. Cindy was right
about her. We watched a romance movie, she snuggled, then
snuggled closer, then asked if I had ever done anything like what
we were watching, two young people having sex. It wasn't long
after that we were kissing. Ten minutes later I was fucking her
in her bed.

Doris was a much better fuck than Cindy was, though I never told
Cindy that. In fact Doris convinced me to tell Cindy that she
never tried to seduce me at all, that we never did have sex, and
that she loved Cindy to death. Doris and I got together once a
week for a couple months. She had the resources to just rent a
motel room where we fucked each other silly. But one day it all
stopped. She just quit calling. I never called her either so it
was just as much my fault.

Though Cindy mostly avoided me at school, one day I ran into her
at the store. We talked and she confessed to me that her mom was
six month's pregnant, her dad left her because he knew it wasn't
his, and her mom would't say who the father was.

"Funny thing is," Cindy said, "I can't figure out who it might
be. If my mom had seduced you I might guess it might even be you.
But she didn't. She must have already had a lover. That's why she
didn't seduce you. It was around that time that she got pregnant.
Serves my dad right the bastard but damn if I can't figure out
who the guy is."

"I can't help you there," I lied to her. "I just know it wasn't
me. Your mom was very polite, maybe too much so. She sort of
wanted me out of there as if she had someone else coming over.
Maybe it was the guy. I wish I was a fly on the wall and could
have been there watching them, watching the guy fuck her,
impregnate her. I wonder what they were feeling at that moment
when his sperm shot up into her vagina, her womb, up her tubes,
into her egg."

"Oh shut up," she interrupted me. "You're getting a little too
freaky here. Someone might hear you."

"Don't you wonder what it feels like the moment you get
pregnant?" I asked.

"You can't tell," she responded. "You don't know when you get
pregnant until after the doctor tells you the day it must have
happened and you think back on it. That's when you know."

"But then you can remember that moment and think about how you
felt then," I added.

"Maybe, anyway I'm sorry I've been such a bitch at school," she
continued. "I'm going to stop, at least with you. I know we
haven't gotten together much lately, really not at all. Do you
think maybe we could? Now that I know my mom isn't interested in
you and my dad's not around, except when he comes over drunk now
and then, you can come over anytime you want. My mom won't bother
us. We can just shut my bedroom door and do whatever we want. You
can even spend the night if you want."

I hesitated a moment, taking in all that she told me, especially
about the likelihood that I was the father to her mom's baby.
"Sure, I'd like that. Maybe this Friday?" I really wanted to see
Doris again. Plus I didn't believe Cindy about being nice to me
at school. I really wanted to teach her a lesson.

On Friday I went over to Cindy's. Cindy let me in and there
standing in the hallway was Doris. She had on a gray skirt and
white top that accentuated her baby-bump.

"Hello Mrs.," I began to say.

"Doris," she interrupted, "please call me Doris."

"Doris," I repeated.

"Mom, we'll be in my room," Cindy informed her. She placed her
hand on her mother's stomach as she led the way to her room.

As I walked by Doris I caressed her stomach as well, knowing that
Cindy wasn't looking. Doris handed me a white tablet and said, "I
think I'll just take a sleeping pill and go to bed Cindy, so you
two won't wake me." I understood what she wanted me to do.

"You have to wear a condom," Cindy warned me as we were
undressing. "I have some here." She gave me one and I put it on.
"My doctor made me go off the pill for a while. I've been a
little sick and he is trying to figure out what is causing it."

"Is it OK for us to..." I started to say.

"Oh yes," she interrupted. "We'll be fine, as long as you use a
condom. This is like my most fertile time right now. I don't want
to get pregnant like my mom."

Cindy and I made love in her bed. Afterwards we went out to the
kitchen to get a drink. I carried them back to her room and
slipped the pill into her drink when she wasn't looking. We made
out on her bed some more and then just snuggled.

But before she fell asleep a knock came on the door. We had
already gotten dressed so Cindy answered the door. It was her
dad. He was drunk and blabbing about how sorry he was about
leaving. Doris came out and calmed him down, got him to go to the
guest room. He thought he was going to get some sex so he
stripped down nude. I think she may have given him a sleeping
pill too because he was soon out cold on the bed, completely
naked.

Doris went back to her room. I took Cindy back to hers. We
stripped down nude and laid in bed together until she fell
asleep. The sleeping pill I had given her worked well. "Cindy,
Cindy," I called out, "are you awake?" Nothing. She was out cold.
So I slid my cock into her pussy without using a condom and I
gently fucked her until I came. I filled her to overflowing just
hoping that one of those sperms would make it up to her waiting
eggs.

I left Cindy in her bed and went to her mother's room where she
was waiting for me in bed. Already undressed I slipped in under
the covers. Making love to a pregnant Doris took a bit more care
but I had done it many times with my own mother. I knew how to
protect our growing child and bring Doris to several amazing
orgasms, as well as myself.

Over the next couple of months we played the same trick on Cindy
multiple times. I mean Cindy was an amazing girl but compared to
her mother, well there was no comparison. Doris was awesome, even
pregnant she was awesome. I remembered how fantastic she was not
pregnant and I literally drooled at the thought of being with her
after the baby was born.

Cindy never changed at school, treating me like the plague, but
when I came over we fucked our brains out. This one Friday
evening, Cindy again warned me that she was in her fertile time
and made sure I used a condom. I guess I didn't get her pregnant
the last time I tried. As usual I slipped her a sleeping pill and
stayed with her until she fell asleep. What she didn't know was
that I held off climaxing. After she fell asleep I slipped back
inside of her and filled her with as much cum as I could.

When I went into her mother I brought her to orgasm without
cumming inside of her, using my mouth and hands to satisfy her.
Doris was really tired and fell right asleep after we were done.
I then went back to Cindy and while she slept I fucked her
gently. Once again I filled her with my cum.

I wasn't sure how I was going to cover up the fact she would be
dripping in cum when she woke up. But I didn't need to worry. Her
dad solved that problem for me. He showed up at the door again. I
quickly threw on my clothes and opened it before he woke anyone
up. He was drunk like last time and wanted to see Doris. I let
him in and told him she was sleeping. He wasn't abusive at all
but started pouring out his heart to me about how sorry he was
over everything.

I saw this as my opportunity. I took one of the sleeping pills
Doris had given me earlier for Cindy. She started giving me an
extra one after I dropped one down the sink. I convinced Cindy's
dad to sleep it off in the guest room. I even got him to strip
down just in case Doris decided to forgive him. He would be ready
for her. He got under the covers nude. I shut out the light and
let him fall asleep.

I then went back to Cindy's room. She was still sound asleep. I
waited for an hour and then carried her nude body into the guest
room. Pulling back the covers I laid her next to her father,
covering them both back up. I then got dressed and left.

The next day Cindy called me crying. She wanted to know when I
left. I told her that when her dad arrived I figured I better get
out of there so I left then. She just hung up. Doris called me
about ten minutes later.

"That damn husband of mine," she began. "Cindy says you left when
he came over."

"Yes, right away," I lied. "I didn't want to be there if he made
a scene."

"Well he may have made more than a scene," Doris continued. "I
woke up in the middle of the night and went in to check on Cindy.
She wasn't there so I looked in the guest room. There she was in
bed with my husband. I pulled the sheets down and they were both
nude. I could even see dried cum all over her pussy. They fucked.
I'm thinking that Cindy was still asleep from that sleeping pill
you gave her but he sure wasn't. He says he doesn't even remember
how he got there, let alone fucking Cindy. But the evidence
doesn't lie. They fucked."

"My God, I had just been with her," I responded. "But she made me
use a condom so he must have fucked her."

"The real problem is that she is in her super fertile stage,"
Doris explained. "He may have just got our daughter pregnant. And
we don't believe in abortion."

I smiled to myself. "Good," I thought without saying it. "That
will teach that bitch."

After the birth of Doris and my child, I was never with Doris
much after that, just a couple of times. She simply didn't have
time for sex she told me. Her world now involved her newborn
baby. I didn't need to be a part of the baby's life since I was
so young. I pretty much dropped Cindy at that time too. She
continued to call me about once a month to update me on her
family, try to get me to come over, to be with her. OK, I have to
admit I did allow her to seduce me into coming over a couple of
times when she was pretty far along. She let me fuck her.

But my real purpose was to check on Doris. The couple of times I
came over for Cindy, I also fucked Doris. I enjoyed sucking her
breasts, draining her of her milk. Eventually Cindy gave birth to
a little baby boy.  But I never saw either of them again. I just
quit answering Cindy's calls and Doris never called me again.

When my parent's anniversary of their death came around once more
I got my annual call from Emily. She took me to the same motel
again. It was even better now that I was 17. As usual I didn't
want to let her go. I was a senior in high school and fucking a
47-year-old woman like she was 17 too. I was young and powerful
and I treated her the same way. I didn't let us get much sleep.
All I wanted to do was be in her arms and fuck. She kept right up
there with me too, just like she really was 17.

The next year flew by. When I was 18 I had already moved out of
my aunt's house and had an apartment of my own. But Emily
insisted we go back to the same motel, the same room. I told her
that we were fucking legally for the first time ever. In those
short periods when we weren't busy fucking we talked.

"How have you managed all these years since the accident?" Emily
asked. "I mean I haven't been there to comfort you. Do you have a
girlfriend?"

"No, no girlfriend," I replied. "My aunt Julie has been there for
me through high school, supporting me in everything I do. She's
the one that really got me going in my painting."

"I was thinking more along the line of a sexual release for you,"
she corrected herself. "I mean anyone at all?"

"Like I said, my aunt Julie has been there for me," I repeated
wondering if Emily would catch it. She did.

"You little bastard," she called me. "You've been fucking your
aunt?"

"Yes," I admitted smiling, "the last couple of years pretty much
anytime I wanted. It actually started soon after I moved in.
According to my aunt my uncle had lost interest in sex, at least
with her. The first time was a couple months after I moved in. I
had been crying in my room down in the basement. I don't know how
my aunt heard me but she did. She came in and sat on my bed just
holding me. She kissed me on the head and I kissed her on the
cheek. She kissed me on the nose and I kissed her on the lips.
She kissed me back on the lips and we were suddenly making out.
She didn't leave me bed without being fucked. "

"From then on she came to me whenever she wanted. She controlled
when we fucked, how I fucked her, everything about it. She liked
being in control. But the last two years I became the aggressor.
I would fuck her in the kitchen while my uncle was watching TV in
the living room. He would call out and ask if she was ready for
him to come in for dinner. She would yell back don't cum yet, I'm
not quite ready. Then I would fuck her until she was ready and we
would cum together."

"Last year I slipped a couple of sleeping pills into his drink
one evening. When they were both asleep I strolled into their
bedroom stark naked. My aunt was aghast when I woke her up and
she saw me standing there nude. But I just climbed into bed with
her and fucked her there next to her husband. She really got into
it then. She sucked me hard again, mounted me reverse cowgirl,
and rode us both to another mutual climax. She said she guessed I
must have given him something to keep him asleep. She told me
later it was the most exciting fuck she had ever had in her
life."

I continued with my story, "I remember the day I moved out. My
uncle was working hard packing the small moving van we rented
while I was fucking his wife. I had her up against the wall next
to the window in her upstairs bedroom. We watched him carry one
box after another into the van while I pounded her from behind."

"She has come to see me a few times since I moved out, even spent
the night once. But she realizes I need to move on with my life."


Now I had to tell Emily the same thing, "I think this should be
our last year together. Like my aunt said, I really do need to
move on with my life. You have created some of the best parts of
it and I will carry that with me forever. I hope I have done the
same for you."

"Oh believe me you have," she quickly replied, "in more ways than
you realize.

Emily and I finished off the weekend the same way we started it,
in bed fucking. I couldn't even imagine how much cum I had put
into this woman, especially during our annual weekends together.
It was as if she would make extra effort to get me to cum inside
of her. As she drove me back to my apartment I mused out loud,
"We have fucked so much together I can't imagine how many kids we
would have if you hadn't been on birth control pills."

"Oh I'm not on birth control pills," she corrected me. "I haven't
been since a year before Steven was conceived. I've used other
methods with my husband but never with you, not since just before
the accident."

I was speechless. I couldn't believe how lucky we were that she
never got pregnant and told her so. She just smiled. We arrived
back at the apartment. She kissed me goodbye, cried a little and
then left.

A year later, nearing the anniversary of my parents death I
thought about Emily, remembered how every year she and I would go
to that motel. A few days later, on a Friday evening, a knock
came on the door. I opened it up and there before me stood
Sylvia, Emily's daughter. She giggled and leaped into my arms.

The thing is she wasn't that scrawny little 9-year-old girl
anymore. She was a developing 14-year-old teenager. She hugged me
and covered me with kisses. It was a full minute before I could
get a word in.

"Sylvia, Sylvia," I shouted. She stopped and stepped back. "You
look beautiful. You're just so grown up looking from what I
remember."

"Well I hope so," she replied. "I was only 9 back then. I'm 14
now. You aren't married are you? Oh my God, don't tell me you're
married. I just made a fool of myself if you are."

"No I'm not married," I assured her. "I don't even have a
girlfriend."

As soon as those last words came out of my mouth she slapped me.
"I'm your girlfriend, remember? For that you get punished."

She pulled me down the hall until she found the bedroom. "Get
your clothes off now or be banished forever."

I laughed at her references to the treehouse, the first place we
fucked. I removed my clothes. But when I looked at her, it wasn't
some skinny little girl. This girl had grown up. She was tall
like her mom. At 14 she was a little under 5 and a half feet
tall. Her body was well toned. Her breasts were probably B cup.
She had that pale skin color like her mother but a little darker
nipple area. She told me that she really hadn't started growing
yet.

We got on the bed and while kneeling facing each other we kissed
with a passion that I had all but forgotten. I took her
missionary style that first time. When she climaxed I felt the
strength in her legs and arms as they wrapped me tight, the power
in her vagina as it spasmed around my cock squeezing every last
drop of my cum up into my young lover. She was so wonderful. At
that very moment I never wanted her to leave.

Sylvia spent the night and we fucked often through out it. After
finally falling asleep we didn't get up until mid morning. We
went out to the kitchen where she opened up a laptop computer
that she brought and started 11 movies. They were the ones that
Sylvia made of us fucking when she was only 9. It was such a turn
on that I took her right there in the kitchen. I bent her down
onto the table, spread her legs apart and fucked her from behind
while I watched the videos. Before either of us climaxed I pulled
out and spun her around. She hopped up on the table. I spread her
legs apart and continued fucking her. Just as we began to climax
in the movies, Sylvia climaxed there on my table. She wrapped her
legs around my butt and held me inside of her. I came right then,
filling my little vixen with all my cum.

I realized that my annual fucking weekends with Emily had just
been replaced by her daughter Sylvia. We fucked all day and night
again, getting sporadic periods of sleep Saturday night. Sunday
was a slower day for us. Our sex wasn't as intense or frantic. It
was quiet and easy, though our climaxes were still quite
powerful. Thinking back on it I couldn't imagine how I could have
as much cum as I had put into this girl over the weekend.

"I want to show you something," Sylvia said. On her computer she
showed me a picture of 5 little girls. "They are my sisters. My
mom gave birth to them all, each a year apart. She is very
fertile and without some sort of birth control will get pregnant
at the drop of a hat. She never used any with you. She even would
adjust your annual weekend so that it would be at her most
fertile point in her cycle."

"What? I don't understand?" I told her.

"I'll explain," she continued. "The oldest is 5 years old. She
was named after your mother Jenny. She was born 9 months after
the accident." My eyes went wide. "Yes she is your daughter. You
got my mom pregnant the day of the accident according to the
doctor."

"I didn't know," I mumbled

"She didn't want to complicate your life so she never told you,"
Sylvia said. "Then when you got together on the first
anniversary, you got her pregnant again. She called her Miracle
because she didn't think she would ever have any kids again. My
mom thought that at 45 she was too old."

I was dumbfounded. Emily went on with her story. "During your
second anniversary, when you were 16 you got my mom pregnant
again. This girl she named Angel saying that the baby was an
angel from heaven. The following year, same thing, pregnant. She
named her Anna after the Frozen princess because it had to be a
fantasy princess to be born to her at her age."

"Then last year when you got her pregnant she gave birth to
little Mary. She named her that because she must be the mother of
god to come out of her at nearly 50 years old."

"So that's why you are here, to get pregnant?" I asked.

"I have to admit, I am hoping so," she replied. "But I'm here
because I needed to see you, if only this one last time. I know
you sent my mom off last year telling her it was time to move on.
But she has 5 girls to remind her of you. I think it is time for
me to move on too. I was just hoping that you would leave me a
parting gift."

I kissed her, because at that moment I loved her.

"If I am pregnant and it's a boy what do you want me to name our
child?" she asked.

I quickly responded, "Samuel, after my brother's name."

"And if it is a girl?" she asked.

"Trixie," I told her, "because you have been the ultimate
trickster this weekend." She laughed.

"And I love you for it," I added. "One last time before you go."

I laid her back down on the bed and I gently fucked my precious
Sylvia to a most wonderful climax for the two of us.

She then got dressed, said good bye and left. Nine months later I
got a formal announcement in the mail, the birth of a little girl
Trixie, father unknown. But I knew. We both knew, and someday
maybe Silvia will tell our daughter Trixie who the father is.

Three months later, at the age of 20, I celebrated the
anniversary of my parents death by having my aunt over for the
weekend. I knew she was safe from having a baby, having had a
hysterectomy a decade before. It didn't stop us from trying
though as we fucked like jack rabbits all weekend.

Afterwards I thought about how some men would never dream of
being with an older woman, that only younger was better. Yes,
youth is exciting, but age and maturity can be just as much
exciting. I was attracted to all women, all ages. I could see the
awakening eroticism of a preteen girl, the exciting sexual aura
of a teenager, the vulgar explicit sex of a 20 something, the raw
hypnotic sex of the 30 something, the patient yet still vibrant
sexuality of a 40 something, the pure total sexual focus of a 50
something, and the base sexual desire of 60 and above. I love
them all, any age from 9 to 90 with both ends of the spectrum not
all that absolute. If they want sex I can give it to them.

I spent the next year practicing my painting, even getting some
sold. I got involved in the world of art. A few older women took
me to bed. Some were married, some not. They all wanted to repeat
the experience but I rarely did that.  After awhile I stopped the
sex altogether and just concentrated on painting. That's when I
met my bride to be, Amanda. Once I realized I was falling for her
I vowed to hide all of my former life, start fresh as if it never
happened. I had to pretend that I didn't have a sister, who was
also my daughter, named Valentine, the daughter of my mother. I
had to pretend that I didn't have 5 daughters with my mother's
best friend Emily. I had to pretend that I didn't have a daughter
Trixie, born from the relationship I had with Emily's daughter
Sylvia. There were other kids too, some I knew about, some I
probably didn't. I was a bastard. I knew it but I wanted to
change it all, change who I was, to become someone new. I had to
hide all of this as if I was a virgin who knew nothing about sex.
I hid it well for a time.

The end (of the prequel, but not Danny's adventures)