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 "Diary Record entry for June 7, 2014!" I shouted slaming my door behind me.
Six years old and they still treated me like a baby!
 "Recording."
 "Momma Daniel's grounded me again, this time for doing absolutely nothing.
I hate her.  I hate her, she's absolutely...I don't know.  She just
frustrates me so much.  I came home from school today with Rebeca and I was
telling her what it felt like to mock-mate, like what Paul and I have been
doing since we were six months old.
 "I was just in the middle of explaining to Rebeca when we came through the
door.  As soon as Momma Daniel heard what we were talking about she got all
angry at me.  She told Rebeca to go home, and never to ask about it again.
 "Then she sat me down and told me that I was never to discuss that "sort of
thing" with anyone else.  She doesn't complain any more when she catches me
with Paul, or Brad, and I'll end up having to mock-mate with Clark.  He's
already climbing all over me, especially when Momma Sandi bathes us
together.
 "But Momma Daniel didn't have any right to send me to my room like she did.
Momma Sandi said that it was all right when I mock-mated with one of my
brothers.  She encourages it, she encourages me.  She teaches me how to give
them little extras, and Paul doesn't complain about that.
 "I don't understand why Momma Daniel doesn't like me talking about it.
Rebeca says her parents don't even talk about her mating with anyone, and
certainly not about mock-mating.  The idea even frightens her a little.
 "I'm still thinking about trying to mock-mate with her.  I've talked to
Momma Sandi about it, and even Momma Daniel talked to me about it.  In the
end Momma Daniel and Momma Sandi ended up actually mating together to show
me.
 "Then Daddy came in and he asked what we were doing, it was funny.  Then he
told me to go to my bedroom.  Just between you and me Diary, I think the
three of them mated then.
 "I don't understand why Momma Daniel, is so mean to me some times, and so
nice to me at others."
 "Sandra, can I come in," Sandi asked through my door.
 "Diary entry pause!  Yes Mom."
 "I heard you and Daniel had an argument," Sandi said softly sitting down on
my bed beside me.  I nodded.  "You didn't like it did you?"
 "No!" I said still bitterly.
 "Honey, she's just trying to protect you, and us, and your brothers.  You
see, a lot of people don't think its very good for little kids to mock-mate,
or even to know about mating.  See you and your brothers do something a lot
of kids don't think about let alone try.
 "You see honey, you and I both know how you and Paul feel about each other.
Even though Daniel doesn't like it, you and I know that you'll probably have
Paul's babies right?"
 "Yes, when we're of age, and my time for children come."
 "Well, Daniel isn't the only one that doesn't like the idea, everyone else
doesn't like it, so you've got to be careful or they'll try to separate the
two of you, and you can't let that happen.  It's important that you two
strengthen the line."
 "I know Mom!"
 "You understand why you why you can't talk about mating, or mock-mating
with others?  Your Mom wants to keep us a family, do you understand?"
 "Yes, I understand.  I'll be the only woman of the family and I've got to
have lots of babies.  But why does Paul beat on Brad when he catches me
practising techniques to please him.  I may be mock-mating with Brad, but
it's only practice for my love!"
 "I know, and it's not very nice of him is it?"
 "No!"
 "He's just jealous that's all.  When he sees you and Brad  together he gets
angry because its not him that your with."
 "I love Brad, but I know what Paul is, he's my mate for life, and the love
that I have for him could never be matched by anyone else!"
 "I know that honey, but it still angers Paul that your with someone else at
all.  What will he do when I start mock-mating with Clark?  He'll kill him,
he hits Brad hard enough if he wasn't as big as he is...."
 "Well, you may not have to do it that much with Clark."
 "Why, he almost got in me last time in the bath, tonight when you bathed us
I was going to hug and kiss him and help him until he was in me."
 "You really think he's ready?"
 "He may only be two but he's got the family...penis...I can bring him to
orgasm easily enough.  I've done it a few times by hand and mouth, the way
you taught me.  He was close last time in the bath, really close, all he had
to do was move a tiny little bit to the right and down a little closer
towards me and he would have been in."
 "I know honey, well if you want you can do it and initiate him but there
will be someone taking over for you.  I've chosen someone for him."
 "Who?"
 "Come here I want to teach you something new."
 "What?"
 "Do you still remember what I smelt like from when you sniffed me all over
that one time?"
 "A little, why?"
 "All right, that's good," she said and undressed then laid down on my bed.
 "Should I undress?"
 "No, you just have to sniff me, I want you to tell me if you smell
something different."  I did as I was told sniffing her from head to foot
and then lastly sniffing at her vagina.
 "You smell sweeter Mommy!"
 "That's because I do, do I smell more feminine?"
 "I...I guess that's a way to describe it."
 "Well, that's because I'm pregnant Sandra."
 "Again?"
 "Honey, I had Clark two years ago.  This babies a girl.  Your going to have
a sister!"
 "That's wonderful," I said happily and kissed the closest spot I could.  It
just happened to be the wrong place.  She gasped as I applied my lips to her
clitoris.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mommy!"
 "It's all right honey, just a little unexpected.  But you've got to
remember that you can't touch your mommies there.
 "I know...I forgot, I was just so excited...I'm sorry Mommy!"
 "Don't worry about it honey.  If you don't tell your father I won't!"
 "I love you Mommy!" I said hugging her after moving up on her body so I was
laying on her chest.  She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me.
 "I love you too sweetie!"
 "Mommy, I kissed you there, you should kiss me there too!"
 "Honey, two wrongs don't make a right!  You better let me up so I can get
dressed."
 "Can you feed me?"
 "Do you want me to?"
 "Yes," I told her happily.
 "All right, go ahead, you know what to do.  I should kill your father for
teaching you kids that trick!"  I filled her breasts, exactly the way Daddy
had taught me to.  Then I stood up on top of the bed and undressed.  The
only way that I could eat comfortably was naked, everyone knew that,
including the nosy next door neighbour Olivia.
 "I love you Mommy," I whispered before taking one of her nice nipples in my
mouth.  She left her arms wrapped around me after she hugged me and smoothed
her hands up and down my back, encouraging me to drink.
 When I had finished she held me in her arms and started talking softly to
me.  "This is going to be my last baby sweetie, the Doctor said I shouldn't
have any more, after Laura!"
 "Laura?  Is that the name of the baby?"
 "Yes, Daniel and I chose Laura Ashley Carlson last night.  This is probably
going to be the last baby of this household.  I want you to remember that
when you help to take care of her all right?"
 "Yes Mom!  I'll do what ever I can to help with Laura too.  Mommy?"
 "Yes sweetie?"
 "When Laura's old enough do I get to mock-mate with her?"
 "Do you want to?"
 "I...I think so.  I'm still thinking of asking Rebeca one time to come to
bed with me."
 "Honey, I don't know if you really should do that, her parents may not be
as understanding about it.  Besides when you go to bed, doesn't Paul sneak
in here?"
 "How'd you know?"
 "That's not important, but what would happen if you and Rebeca were in bed
together and Paul snuck in here and thought Rebeca was you."
 "He'd probably mock-mate with her."
 "And it might hurt her too, the Carlson men aren't exactly for every woman.
They usually have a regular man's penis by the age of twelve, and it get's
bigger until he turns about eighteen, that's the way it was with your
father, and I think even your grandfather a bit."
 "What about Great-grand dad?"
 "Well, honey, I don't think either of your great grandparents had it.  I'm
not even sure they knew about it, so you've even got to be careful when your
talking with Martha.  But remember she's still upset about Bob passing
away!"
 "Are you still Mommy?"
 "A little sweetie, he was my Daddy remember."
 "Did you and your dad ever...mate?"
 "Why?"
 "I was just wondering...I was thinking about Daddy.  I know how big Paul,
and Brad are...but what will they look and feel like when they get to
father's age?"
 "Your curious about your father's body?"
 "A little," I said softly in a near whisper.
 "Would you...would you like to mate with your father?"
 "Sometimes I think of it...when you and Daddy or when Momma Daniel and
Daddy are in your bedroom together...."
 "Well sweetie, it's natural that your curious...you can probably see your
father mating with me or Daniel, but I think your still a little too young
to mate with him even if you wanted to."
 "I'm not young!  I'm six!"
 "I know you are honey, but your vagina, it isn't developed enough yet.
Your not big enough to hold him."
 "Is he really that big?"
 "Yes sweetie, sometimes I think I can't even hold him that way.  I can't
even do what you do to Paul with your mouth to him.  Daniel does, I don't
know how she...do you really want to see your Daddy?"
 "Yes, I'd like to, if he'll let me.  Do you think Paul will be as big as
Daddy when he grows up?"
 "I don't know, probably.  You want to know something though?"
 "What?"
 "Your going to be the first woman of our kind even to make love to a man
like us.  So your really special!"
 "I am?"
 "Of course you are, you know your lucky...I never got to mock-mate when I
was young."
 "You didn't?"
 "Nope, I started when I was thirteen.  By then I was actually mating."
 "Thirteen?  Wow, you were old!"
 "I wasn't that old!" she said with a laugh rubbing my bottom.  "I had just
started to have my period...."
 "Period?"
 "I was at the point in my life where I could start having babies."
 "Did you and Daddy start right away?"
 "No honey, your Daddy wasn't around then.  I found other ways to pass the
time."
 "Other boys?"
 "Well, a few!"
 "Girls too," I asked excitedly.
 "A few," she said with a grin then turning serious on me.  "Listen to me
and this is very, very important, you listening?"
 "Yes!"
 "All right, if you ever, ever mate with someone who's not your brother, use
protection.  I hope to god you don't but if you do, use protection.  You do
not want to have there baby, ok?"
 "Just Paul's!" I exclaimed.
 "Yes, but if you want to, any of your other brothers too, ok, but nobody
outside the family.  Any one outside you use protection ok?"
 "Yes Mommy," I said solemnly and kissed the space between her breasts.
 "That's a good girl.  I want you to know something else," she said smiling.
"I want you to know I'm very proud of you!  Teaching your little brothers
how to mate.  Your a very special little girl!"
 "I'm going to teach Laura too!" I said proudly.
 "I hope you do, but I'll help a little too, ok?"
 "Yes mom," I said kissing her cheek.
 "That's a good girl.  Now how about getting up off of Mommy so I can go get
dressed and see if your Daddy's home?"
 I got off of her and watched her dress while I slipped under the covers of
my bed.  "Are you going to take Daddy upstairs with you?"
 "Yes honey, I want to mate with him, why?"
 "Because I feel like that too, when you go out, will you tell Paul I want
to see him!"
 "All right," she said smiling "but don't get too carried away you were
going to help Clark tonight!"
 "I know, I still will, I promise!"
 "Ok sweetie, should I tell Daniel to feed him first?"
 "No, I don't think I can wait that long," I said rubbing my little pussy.
"I need him!"
 "All right, I'll go get him!"
 "Tell him to hurry!"
 "Ok already!" she said and quickly left the room.
 "Diary resume.  I've got to make this quick Paul will be here any second to
mock-mate with me again.  I can't believe how much I crave him now a days.
I can't help but feel a tinge of the same thing when I see him walking
around the class room, and he's getting so big!
 "I'm no longer angry at Momma Daniel, Momma Sandi explained it to me.  I
hope she'll talk Daddy into letting me see him, maybe he'll even let me hold
it.  If they do I can't wait to see it.  I hope Paul will be as good to me
as Daddy sounds to my mothers.  He really makes them scream sometimes, but
there not screams of pain, but pleasur...."
 "Sandra?" Paul asked opening my door.
 "Diary, end entry!  Hello Paully!  Come here.  I need you!"  It didn't take
him long after that to shed his clothes and climb into bed with me.  "I love
Paully," I told him as he slipped into me grinning happily.  "I love you so
much!  I can't wait till it's my time to have your babies!"
 "Neither can I Sandra, I love you!" he whispered kissing me.
 "I could never imagine anyone else taking your place, ever!"
 "Nor I you, Sandra!"

 "Diary record entry for March 20, 2014.  Momma Sandi had the baby today!
The Doctor tried to hide it from me but I overheard that it was a tough
delivery and even Daddy seemed to agree that it was, I've even heard that
Daddy delivered all of us, but Laura.
 "I was so scared for Momma Sandi.  The Doctor asked to make sure that Sandi
wasn't going to have any more kids.  He even said that it wasn't advisable.
In fact he highly advised against it.
 "I'm still scared for her, he said it would be dangerous if she did!  I
know she said that this was her last baby, but it doesn't change the fact
that she still has the capability.  I think I'm going to have to talk to her
about it to get what I'm feeling out.
 "I love her and I couldn't stand losing her, it scares me to death to think
of it at all even the possibility.
 "On a lighter note," I said with a sigh flopping down on my bed.  "Clark
knows what he's doing now, he's cute when he has an orgasm, his face
scrunches all up and he gets this look of complete concentration on him, its
almost enough to make me laugh.
 "But he likes the aftermath better I think, letting me just hold him.  He
does try to suckle from my nipples, and the odd time he does it a little too
hard and they start to hurt, but overall he's getting to be a pretty good
little lover.
 "He's even started bringing me to my own orgasms, there fun too.  The other
day I had taken both Clark and Brad to bed, they enjoyed making love to me
together!  A nice little threesome until Paul caught us.  Then after a lot
of words and a lot of begging all on my part it turned into a delicious
foursome.
 "That was a wonderful experience, six hands, three mouths, three penis' all
to please only me.  ME!  Paul wasn't too comfortable at first but in the end
I showed him that I could love him and our two brothers too.  Now maybe
instead of harassing them when I'm with one of them he'll just join us.  It
would be better on all of us if he did.
 "Diary end entry!"

 "Diary record entry for September 1, 2020.  Laura just left, we're really
getting to feel good together.  The boys they even like to just watch us go
at each other.  Watching their sisters eat on each other's pussy, even
though mine's got pubic hair.  Paul and I are mated now though, yesterday we
professed our love for each other in front of the family by making love
while they all watched on.  It was really very stimulating, for all of us I
think.
 "After we were finished, our mothers and father went back to their bedroom
and you could hear them all through out the house.  Laura took Clark and
Brad back to her room and for the rest of the day I got to enjoy having Paul
fill me with his seed.
 "I can't wait for him to grow as big as Daddy is, at least as big as he was
when he showed me in 2014.  I still remember that day like it was yesterday,
when he wrestled with my brothers who were fighting naked over who I would
get to take to my bedroom for the rest of the night.
 "I'm sure Dad didn't know what he was fighting them over at the time, but
he had them all pinned down within a few moments.  All my brothers groaned
and even Paul glared at Daddy before leaving the room.  I undressed shyly in
front of him being my first time doing it for him.
 "He didn't understand why I was doing it and I sat down in his lap and
kissed his lips softly and told him 'you won!'  He asked what he won, and I
told him 'A night in my bedroom with me!' and started undoing the buttons to
his shirt.
 "He jumped up dumping me on the floor and I told him 'You fought them for
me, so I get to have you in bed with me tonight so I can make love to you!'
He stuttered my name and told me that wasn't going to happen, while I was
undoing his zipper.
 "In the end we didn't make love, but I did get to see one of the most
beautiful sights, my Daddy shooting his seed into the air.  I even got a
little taste of it that night too.  But he was just like Momma Sandi said he
would have been to big for me then.  But I'm still hoping maybe one day
it'll be him sneaking into my room one night!
 "Diary end Entry!"

 "Diary record entry September 4, 2020.  One of the worst things that could
happen has happened!  I can't believe it!  Momma Sandi is pregnant again!
She can't be the Doctor told her she couldn't have another baby!  I'm
terrified that she'll die.  She's tried to comfort me.  She knows how I
feel.  I hate it!  I hate being so impotent in this!  How could father get
her pregnant again!
 "If he wanted another baby I would have had it for him.  Why did he have to
get her pregnant!  She could...I can't even say it.  I love her so much!
 "Diary end entry!"

 "Diary record entry May 19, 2021.  Angela was born today, she looks so
cute, with all her little fingers and her little toes.  But the Doctor wants
to keep Momma Sandi in the hospital to run some tests.  Daddy and Momma
Daniel look...I don't know...I think their concerned for her and so am I!
 "The Doctor said when she had Laura that she shouldn't have any more babies
and now she's had another one.  She's got me so worried about her.  This is
all Daddy's fault!  If he hadn't gotten her pregnant again....
 "I don't know what's going to happen and it scares me!  If anything happens
to her....  I love you Momma Sandi.
 "Diary end entry!"

 "Diary record entry June 1, 2021.  Momma Sandi's been home for almost three
weeks although she's mostly stayed in bed.  Momma Daniel and Daddy have had
such sobber looks on their faces I have a feeling that everything isn't as
well as it should be.
 "Daddy changed the sleeping arrangements around again, now Paul sleeps in
the downstairs bedroom and the boys are now sharing Paul's old bedroom.
Laura and Angela share a bedroom, although Laura wasn't too enthusiastic
about the idea, but she gets to initiate Angela into the arts of love.  It's
suppose to be my job, it has been for every other child in this house.  I
suppose it's her turn now.  That's what Momma Sandi decided anyway.
 "Now instead of Paul sneaking into my bedroom at night.  I sneak down to
him, although I don't really think anybody cares, or that nobody knows
that's where I go.  I usually stay with him all night and we make love, or
we just hold each other and sometimes we even make love in the morning
before we have to go to school.
 "Sandra, Momma Sandi wants to see you," Laura called from outside my door.
She seemed sad.
 "Diary end entry!"
 "Is she in her bedroom," I asked Laura who looked like she'd been crying.
She nodded and I went to our parents bedroom.  She was laying in bed holding
onto Paul's hand and watching me with her other hand extended out for me to
take.
 Momma Daniel and Daddy were sitting in the corner of the room in the dark,
and they looked sad too.  "Sweetie!"
 "Yes Mom?"
 "I love you's both with all my heart," she said her voice cracking with
every word with emotion.  "And I always will forever and ever, you's know
that!"
 We both nodded, I was fearing every word.  She was talking like she was
going away.  "You two were meant for each other's right from the moment you
were born and maybe even before then.  Remember that.  Always!  Gain
strength from each other, and you'll always get through anything.  Remember
that was my last wish of you two.  My dying wish ok?"
 "No mommy," I cried throwing myself at her.  "You can't no!  We need you
here, please Mommy NO!  NO!  I love you, I love you!"
 "I'm sorry honey, I can't do anything about it, if I could I would.  But
the Doctor's say that I have to go away!"
 "Mommy NO!" this time it was Paul crying out for her.
 "I'm afraid I don't have much longer, I can feel it coming for me."
 "NO!" I shouted.
 "Honey...please...this is hard enough...it will be hard on you too, you've
got to be brave...can you do that for me?  For your brother's and sisters!
Please you two, your the oldest!  You've got to understand this is just a
part of life.  I've had a very wonderful life.  With your father, with
Daniel, and with you little ones.  I love yous!  Remember that.  I'll always
love you."  The three of us were in tears trying our best to hold onto each
other.  "Please, tell me you'll take care of each other, and your Daddy and
Mom and all your brothers and sisters!"
 "We will," Paul sobbed.
 "We promise," I added, kissing her cheek.  "I love you Mom!  I love you!"
 "I love you too little ones, I'll always be with you in your hearts,
remember that!"
 "Yes Mom!"
 "Yes Mom!" Paul echoed beside me.
 "All right you better go and let me rest ok?"
 "Ok Mom, I love you.  I love you so much!"
 "I know honey," she whispered running her fingers through my hair.  "I
know."  Daddy ushered us both out of the room  and kissed us both on the
forehead and told us to make dinner for the rest of the kids.  We held each
other's hand and tried to be the strongest we could be for everyone else,
but inside it didn't make much of a difference, it still hurt.  It felt like
a piece of me was being torn away.
 That night when I was lying in bed with Paul's arms around me we talked
quietly about her, neither of us were really in the mood to make love.
Paul's tender kisses just seemed to make it worse.
 "Are you two asleep?" a soft voice whispered from the other side of the
door.
 "No, come on in," Paul said in his deep voice, that I thought was so sexy.
The door slid aside and left Momma Sandi standing there with her robe tied
tightly shut.
 "Can I come in you two?"
 "Yes Mom, your always welcome in our rooms!" I told her softly.
 "I'd like to ask you two something."
 "What is it?"
 "What I have you won't catch...."
 "What's the question Mom," Paul asked her.
 "Just once, I'd like you two to make love to me.  Just once.  I know it's
against your father's rules, and you don't have to.  But...."
 "Yes," I whispered softly.  "I will!"
 "I will too," Paul said softly beside me.  Not that any of us needed the
light to see she turned it on anyway.
 "You two look so beautiful together!  Your both turning into very beautiful
adults."
 "Your sure this won't hurt you," I asked her softly when she let her robe
drop to the floor, showing us her naked body beneath.
 "I'm sure!" she whispered climbing onto our bed.  "First will you two make
love together for a little bit, so I can watch you.  I didn't hesitate and
threw the blanket off of us, so she could see us.  Then I slipped on top of
Paul taking him in me in one quick swoop, and started making love to him
while kissing his lips.  He stroked my back and my buttocks, touching every
spot on my back that I loved to be touched, gently tracing out my anus with
his finger tips.
 I didn't have big breasts but when I sat up Paul still fondled what I had
telling me how much he loved me.  Paully and I were a perfect couple,
matched from conception, by body mind and soul.
 Even when we were young, Paul kept telling me where ever I had a curve he
had a nook.  Another pair of hands tentatively probed at where we were
joined and we knew our mother was having herself a first hand look.
 I couldn't help wondering if she could see the electricity that passed
between us.  Paully slipped out of me and I moved my hand between us to fix
his position so we could unite again.  I found her lips wrapped around his
beautiful manhood, and when I relaxed a little she pushed her fingers into
me.
 The first time in our lives that we were actually able to give and take
sexual pleasures with one of our mothers and it was blissful.  I was content
with her finger fucking and Paul's loving caresses, but I knew she wasn't.
 I got off of Paul and told him to make love to her.  She wanted to get on
top of him like I had been but he didn't let her and picked her up and laid
her down so that her head was on the pillows and he got on top of her
careful to keep his weight off of her.  I watched them together happily
while pleasuring myself.
 He brought her to orgasm two or three times, which by then I had shifted so
she could finger fuck me at her request.  Then after she had had her fourth
orgasm, Paul got his look.  The look that he had just before he was about to
spurt.
 She let out a little gasp, then smiled and hugged him close to her and
kissed his lips, using her tongue too.  I was happy that she was enjoying my
mate.  I'd give him to her if he made her happy.
 She smiled at me after Paul had gotten off of her.  "We've wanted to do
something to each other for a long time haven't we," she asked me.  "Come
here, lets taste each other!"
 I got on top of a sixty-nine and tried to keep my weight off of her just
like Paul had done, only under her tongue and fingers it was hard.  She was
so good at it, it was hard enough for me just to try and keep my mouth on
her.  She ate so hungrily at me, it was nearly unbearable.  The pleasure she
gave was so immense, I knew there was no way I could compare to it.
 But she seemed happy just the same as I tried to lick and kiss at her vulva
and clitoris.  After my fifth orgasm I lost count, while wave after wave of
pleasure ran through my body.  Near the end, I shared her pussy with Paul's
mouth and fingers and together we managed to give her a couple orgasms.
 When all the loving was finished Paul and I cuddled up with her.  She was a
wonderful lover and I knew she must have brought a lot of pleasure into
Momma Daniel's and Daddy's life.
 When morning came she was gone from our bed and her robe was gone from our
room.  But she had left us a note on the night table.

 Dearest Paul and Sandra,
 Thank you for such a beautiful night.  I'll treasure it always and I hope
you's will too.  I'm afraid we'll never be able to do it again either.  I
think it was a big mistake your father making that rule about us not being
able to make love to you children.
 It doesn't matter now, he's probably right, so don't blame him for it.
 It makes me happy to know that you two will always have each other.  You
look so good together and you move together with such a exquisitness that
it's almost unbelievable that you two have ever been apart.
 Sandra, your turning into a very beautiful, very passionate young lady, and
I'm sure Paul realizes that too.  But I do have one suggestion for you, and
you'll have to talk this over with Paul and see if he likes it then you'll
have to talk to Daniel!  Shave your pubic hair from your vagina.  If you
like it have it electrolyzed.
 Paul, you've probably read what I just told Sandra, so tell her how you
feel about it.  It will make her nicer to eat, you won't get hairs in your
teeth, not that that isn't erotic in itself sometimes.
 But if she's going to get it electrolyzed make sure she knows how you truly
feel!  Paul your growing up fast, it wasn't very long ago that I was holding
you in my arms smiling over you with your proud Daddy looking over you too.
 Your going to be a wonderfully, dashing young man, and make sure you keep
your sister close to you.  You both belong to one another.  Maybe if you ask
nicely she'll start feeding you too, she certainly looks like she'll have
the breasts for it.
 Above all you two, have lots and lots of babies.  You'll make your Mother
real proud of you, like you always have.
 Love Always,
 Sandi

 When we finished reading it we were both in tears and Paul was holding onto
me tightly.  I folded the letter back up and put it back over on the night
table.  We held each other for awhile and when Dad finally came in to tell
us to get up and get to school we were softly making love.  Savouring every
moment with each other.

 "Diary record entry for July 8, 2021.  This is the hardest entry I've ever
made.  Momma Sandi...died three days ago.  We all know when it happened.  In
the middle of the night of the fifth.  I awoke howling, and so did Paul, who
as right beside me.
 "The whole household, every member was howling with anger and sorrow.  We
all knew she had passed away.  We were so loud that the neighbours called
the police.  But she's gone.  My mother.  She taught me so much, she taught
us all so much and now she's gone.
 "I don't know how we're going to go on without her.  Daddy locked himself
in the bedroom, and he hasn't gone to the bar he bought from uncle Eric at
all.  Momma Daniel...Mom has tried to keep us all going.  But between the
baby and trying to look after Daddy, she doesn't have much time for the rest
of us.
 "But Paul and I are trying our hardest to pick up the slack, but it doesn't
seem enough.  I still don't feel better even in Paul's arms at night.
 "I got up that night when Momma Sandi died and went and shaved my pussy.  I
don't know why I did it.  I just did!  I couldn't understand, it pushed my
feelings back for a little while but...the hell with it!
 "Diary end entry!"

 "Diary record entry for September 8.  I've done it.  I've done the worst
thing in life that I could have.  What's even worse is I've hurt Paul by
doing it.  It's only been a little over a week of school and...I cheated on
him.
 "I was feeling so bad about Momma Sandi, being gone.  I miss her so.  I
talked to this boy in our class, Robert Hanson.  I told him how I missed my
mother.  His mother died when he was young and he said he'd felt the same
way.  We went to his house, we talked and talked then he leaned closer and
kissed me.  I kissed back.
 "We ended up in his bedroom.  Thank god I remember Momma Sandi told me to
make sure I always used protection.  I screwed him into unconsciousness.
 "Then when I got home I was so ashamed of what I'd done, I ran straight to
my room.  I missed dinner.  I missed my favourite show.  I cried almost the
whole time until I fell asleep.
 "A few minutes ago Paul came in and asked me if I was all right.  I told
him no, and he tried to slip into bed with me and started caressing me.
Then he sniffed the air around me and he knew.  He knew.  He ran out of here
screaming more angrier than I'd ever seen him in my life.
 "I don't know what I'm going to do!  I need to talk to Momma Sandi!  I miss
her so much!  I need her.
 "Sandra, can I come in."
 "Sure mom, Diary end entry!"
 "Paul's very upset, he won't tell me or your Dad what's wrong.  Do you know
honey?"
 "I slept with someone."
 "That's why he's upset?"
 "Yes, it was someone outside the family.  A friend at school."
 "Oh honey!" she said sitting down on the bed beside me.
 "Did you...did you use any protection, a condom?"
 "Yes, I...we did!  But still I did it.  I hurt Paul!  I hurt the only man
that I belong to.  I hurt Paul!"
 "Oh honey!  Come here," Mom told me wrapping her arm around me.
 "No, I deserve Paul being angry at me!  I failed him."
 "No you didn't!  He's just very angry."
 "Angry at me, and I deserve it!  I shouldn't have done it!"
 "Your probably right you shouldn't have, but its done and you can't change
that.  If you feel bad tell him!  You need to talk to him, he's your mate,
if you want to make it right again it's going to have to be you that talks
to him.  Neither me or your Dad can do anything."
 "But how can I, he'll never trust me ever again.  I cheated on him, on us!"
 "You've got to start somewhere, that's if you want to!  Do you still want
him?"
 "Yes!  Of course I do!"
 "Then you have to talk to him!"
 "I can't!"
 "Well, if you want to fix things your going to have to!"
 "I know!  I know!  I will, I promise."
 "It's not me that you have to promise!"
 "I know."

 I tried I swear to God I tried.  Paul wouldn't even listen to me.  He had f
ixed it that no one else in the family would go to bed with me either.  He'd
threatened them all if they did.
 After a week of no physical comfort I couldn't take it, I needed someone to
caress me, to hold me, to make love to me.  In the end I went out with
Robert again on the friday evening and had sex with him again.
 Every week for six months I screwed him, I hated doing it, but I did it to
satisfy my self.  I even started having my period when I was with him.  It
was different than how Momma Sandi had talked about it, all I felt like
doing was making love.  I couldn't even keep a solid thought in my head
during that time.  All I wanted was to make love.
 I should have been making love with Paul, but he never came to me, and I
didn't go to him.  He worked out at the gym at school, came home late, ate
his cold supper, and locked himself in his room.
 Laura dealt with Angela's education as well as Brad and Clark's sex life.
I was left with no one.  When Robert and I broke up our sexual relations.  I
started dating another boy.  Then when I was through with him another.  I
hated it.  I hated having sex with little boys, when my mate was at home,
pouting in his room.
 We were nearly finishing high school when I decided I had had enough of the
little boys that I kept seeming to fuck into sleep.  Paul never fell asleep
on me when we made love, and I got to make love to Paul in a bed.
 What was worse was that every time I slept with one of them the same words
echoed through my head; the ones Momma Sandi had written us; had told us
hundreds of times "you two belong together!"
 The very most I ever got was a rental at a motel room.  It was ugly, it was
a terrible life and I hated it more and more.  Dad and Mom took only the two
of us out for dinner to celebrate our graduation from highschool.  The other
kids were left in Brad's care while the four of us went out to a restaurant.
 We sat across from each other, it was the first time in a long time since I
even really got to get a good look at him.  He had grown a lot, he was well
muscled, tall hard and so solid.  I just wanted to run my hands over his
chest, through his hair, hold his gorgeous body in my arms.  Feel him
against me.  I longed for him, I wanted to reach across the table and take
his hand in mine.
 But I couldn't.  I had to fix the rift that had formed between us.  I
wanted him back.  It may have been five years, but it was the longest five
years of my life.  Five years of not being able to lie beside him at night
and feel his strong arms wrapped around me.  Five years waisted.
 Dinner dragged on and on, but the entire time I was formulating a plan on
how to get him back.  I had to have him back.  We were wasting time, both of
us.  I wanted to have his baby the moment I first realized I had my first
period.
 Even with a little physical comfort from little boys I had still spent the
five years lonely.  Lonely, god so lonely!  I felt so terrible.  So
God-awful bad and it was all my fault, all because of that one time with
Robert.  I had to fix things!
 The moment we got home I started working on things, first thing I shaved my
pussy again, just the way Paul had liked it.  It was the best suggestion
that Momma Sandi ever gave me and it made Paul so happy.
 Second thing I told Mom that I wanted to have it electrolyzed.  She asked
me if I was sure, and I told her that I was positive.  We arranged an
appointment for the next day, and I had it done.  Right after that I went to
the tattoo shop with Mom, and had a heart tattooed on my ass with Paul's
name right in the centre of it.  Just a tiny little heart on the right side
of my right buttock.
 The next day I had to go back and get some color added, and I couldn't sit
for a good week, but it was worth it.  I used all my baby-sitting money that
I had gotten from the neighbours and put it into renting a room at the hotel
where we were going to have our grad-dance and dinner.
 I also bought him a nice ring, one that we could think of as a wedding
band.  I wanted him back and I was going to have him back!  I bought a nice
pretty card that I thought he would like and wrote in it that I'd like him
to be my date for grad.
 I didn't mention anything from the past, I just asked him to be my date.
He took him nearly a month before he responded, and it was a little note on
a piece of paper, set on my pillow.  A single word "Yes."  I was so happy I
was jumping up and down when Mom came through the door.
 "What are you so happy about?"
 "Paul said yes to being my date for grad!" I said ecstatically.
 "That's good?"
 "Yes, it is!  It's been so long.  I'm going to fix things so that their
right again.  I still love him.  I've always loved him.  I want him back.  I
need him back!"
 "You'll get him back!" she assured me.
 "I know, I will.  I'm going to get him, I will!"
 "Sure you will honey!"
 "No, I'm going to, Grad-night I'll have him back, I swear."
 "I know you will honey!"
 "I need something to wear, something really sexy, something he'll really
like.  Will you help me?  Help me find something to wear?"
 "Sure honey, I will, we'll go tomorrow all right?"
 "Thank you!  Thank you!"
 "All right, why don't you get some sleep."
 "I can't I'm too wound up.  I think I'll watch some holovision for a little
while."
 "All right, would you like some coco?"
 "That sounds good!"
 "All right, I'll have some with you.  Your Dad's still at the bar, if you
don't mind?"
 "Can we watch some home-holo's?  Maybe the one that Dad made when Paul and
I mated for the first time?"
 "Sure!  If your sure you want to torture yourself like that."
 "I'll have him back!" I whispered as she wrapped her arm around me and we
went downstairs.  I picked out the crystal while Mom made us some coco and
put it into the reader.
 It was only a few moments before we were both sitting down on the couch
watching Paul and myself make love in front of the family proclaiming our
love.  It was a wonderful memory, and I was teary before the camera even
turned onto Momma Sandi and both Mom and I were in tears before the camera
turned back to Paul and my love making.
 "You two were beautiful together!" Mom whispered hugging me.
 "You and Momma Sandi were beautiful together too, she was  beautiful."
 "I know, she was a very special woman!  She brought a lot of pleasure to
the people in her life.  We've got to remember those good times."
 "I miss her too," a voice said from the dark corner.  Neither of us had
realized it but Paul had snuck into the room while we were watching the
recording.
 "Come here Paul," Mom said opening her other arm out to him.  "Come sit
with us!"
 "No thanks," he said in a near growl.  I'd never heard of him being with
any other women.  Or even with either of my sisters.  I couldn't help
thinking he must be so horny, so held back.  I craved him even more!  He had
stayed faithful to me, and I had betrayed him.  I had wrecked both of our
lives by a moments indiscretion.  I wouldn't do it again, I was going to
keep us together.  I'd kill to have him back if I had to.
 The three of us sat there and watched until the recording was finished.
Dad had come in some time during it and had sat down over near Paul.  Paul
was so close, but he was so far away from me, it was unbearable.
 The next day, Mom took me to the lingerie shop and I got a nice little
outfit, that accented my large breasts that still didn't seem like they were
ready to stop growing.  It took both of my hands to even cup one of them.
 Every boy that I had been with loved my tits, they loved burying their
heads in them and sucking and playing with them. I hoped that Paul would be
as happy with them as the little boys seemed to enjoy them.
 I wanted for five years to feed him, just to let him suck the milk from my
growing breasts.  To have him suckle on one nipple while our baby suckled on
the other.  I was finished highschool this year, and this was the year for
me to really start having babies.
 Paul disappeared just before the end of the recording and left me with our
parents.  "When are you two going to finish this!" Dad asked me.
 "What?"
 "This separation that you two have screwed around about for the last few
years!  When's it going to end?  Sandi never would have let this thing go on
like this!"
 "Dad, please don't bring Mom up against me like that!  I'm trying to fix
things, ok?"
 "I hope so!  I really hate seeing you two at ends like this.  Sandi was
right about one thing, you two do belong together!"
 "I know!  I know I've screwed up.  I'm trying to fix it, that's all I can
say!  Please believe me!"
 "Honey," Mom told him warningly "she's trying her best!"
 "All right, but you two do something about this or I'm going to sit you
both down, and make you talk this out, it's gone on too long already!"
 "All right Dad!  I promise it will all be over soon."
 "After five years, your going to turn it all around just like that."
 "That's right!  I am.  Just give me till May 28."
 "Why...that's the night of that grad-dance isn't it?"
 "Yes.  Paul's already agreed to be my date.  I've already reserved a suite
in the hotel for afterwards!  I want him back Dad!  I made a mistake, and I
can't stand being away from him any more.  I want to start having babies,
his!"
 "What can we do to help," my father asked leaning closer to the edge of his
seat.
 "I don't know if you can really do anything Dad."
 "Well if there is, you tell us, ok?  And we'll do the best we can!"
 "Could we take the car, for that night?"
 "No, I'll rent you's a limo, ok?"
 "That would be wonderful Dad, thank you!"
 "Good, now why don't you get going up to bed!"
 "Why is everybody so intent on getting me to go to sleep?"
 "I have no idea what your even talking about sweetie, why don't you come
give your Dad a hug and kiss good night!"  I gave him what he wanted and Mom
wanted one of each too.
 When I was in bed and stroking my bare pussy I thought about what I was
going to say to him when I got him there.  So many scenarios played through
my mind.  None of them seemed right either.  I drifted off to sleep,
dreaming of Paul and I making love.
 The days passed and I resisted all the urges to call up a new boy and screw
him into unconsciousness too, like all the others.  If Paul could go five
years, I could certainly go two months.
 I did however spend quite a number of nights masturbating over thoughts of
making love to Paul, the way it was before. I talked Laura into sleeping
with me a few times.  She was cautious at first still fearing Paul's wrath
coming down on her.
 After a few weeks she brought Angela into bed with us. Then the fifth week,
she brought Brad too.  I wanted so much to make love to him, and it was even
harder to resist watching him make love to Laura and Angela, but somehow I
managed.  My sisters were the only ones that I was permitting between my
legs.
 It took me a little while, but after two weeks of taking a good look at my
family again, I noticed that Laura and Brad had become quite an item.  We
started sharing secrets again. It was such a renewal.  I had let my family
slid, and I shouldn't have.
 Laura and Brad were sure about mating together when I asked her about the
age difference she said she didn't care.  She had been accepting Brad's seed
for over five years and she loved it, and him.
 What was even worse was that I had totally missed the change in sleeping
arrangements.  Laura and Angela had split and so had Brad and Clark so that
Laura and Brad were sleeping together every night, and so was Clark and
Angela.  I was surprised at that because Angela was only five and it
appeared that she had chosen who she wanted to be with even though Clark was
nine years older.
 Three days before the 28 of May Laura and Brad said they had an
announcement for the family.  Dad grabbed the holo-recorder and taped them
mating on top of the kitchen table, after clearing our dinner off onto the
floor.  Laura laughed and giggled and Brad smiled proudly as the two of them
made love, quickly growing to moans and groaning.
 It was beautiful, and I couldn't help looking across their naked bodies and
looking at Paul who looked at me with the same look of loss I knew I was
wearing.  We were both two adults acting so damned childish it hurt.
 Dad and Mom watched proudly as Laura and Brad mated, hugging and kissing
each other.  Paul and I should have been doing the same damn thing.  Angela
laughed excitedly sitting on top of Clark's lap clapping and smiling at the
couple on the table.
 It was exciting and for some reason also kind of sad at the same time.
Everyone was growing up, it was that simple. I stopped for a second to think
about what Momma Sandi would have said.  I think she would have thought it
was good that Laura and Brad had also joined, but terrible that Paul and I
were so distant to one another.
 By the time that the two of them slipped off of the table nearly exhausted
every inch of my body longed to feel Paul against me, his lips on me, being
inside me.  It was so long ago that I felt him that way, it almost seemed
like it had all been a dream.
 Excitement for me at least built up pretty quickly over the next few days.
However everybody, really didn't see that much of Laura and Brad, they had
locked themselves in their room and only came out for food and the bathroom.
It sounded like they only slept for a few minutes at a time before they
started mating again.
 It had been fun when Paul and I had been like that, we had missed almost a
week of school too, just to make love and our parents didn't say a word
about it.  Even when we had gotten back to school, I was still hungry for
him and we did mate a couple of times in the oddest places in the school.
 Then the night came.  I went into my room right after school was done, and
with Mom and Laura's help I started getting ready.  I had had a hair cut, I
had had a facial, and every other beauty thing that Mom could get me into.
I showered.  I put on my sexy lingerie that Mom and I had bought.  A nice
teddy that didn't cover my bare pussy and only cupped the bottom of my
breasts, a garter belt, black silk stalkings.
 Mom had bought me a gorgeous black shiny strapless dress, and the three of
us agreed that I should go without any other underwear; panties or bra.
They did my hair up nicely sort of in a curly beehive, but really nice, and
leaving a single strand of hair hanging out.  They added makeup, a little
not too much.  Then before Laura had added the lipstick she gave me a really
good, deep french kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
 "I think you've been away from Brad a little too long," I told her softly
with a smile.
 "And I hope you get him back Sis!" she told me grinning.
 "Does everybody know what I'm doing tonight?"
 "Everyone, except your victim," Mom said grinning standing back a little to
appreciate what they'd done to me.  "If one look at you doesn't kill him, I
don't know what will!"
 "Wow, you really look good Sis," Laura said smiling wildly.  "I almost wish
I was Paul tonight!"
 "I hope he thinks so too," I said peering into the mirror.  I really did
look beautiful.  "Thank you, you two really did a good job on me."
 "Just don't let him rip it all apart too fast," Mom told me patting my bare
shoulder.
 "I won't," I said smiling.
 "Limo's here," Dad called coming through the door.  "Wow!  Where'd my baby
go?"
 "She's going to go get herself a man," Laura said grinning.
 "Dressed like that she's going to have to fight them off."
 "Thank you Daddy," I said kissing his cheek.  "Is Paul ready?"
 "He's down stairs waiting for you!"
 "My purse," I whispered to mother and she turned around and looked around
the mess on my bed and came up with it.  I looked through the contents, a
compact, keys to the suite, a little money, lipstick, and the ring-box.
"All right, I guess I'm ready!"
 "Well good luck sweetie!"
 "Luck will have very little to do with it.  If I play my cards right, don't
expect us back till tomorrow!"
 "We hope you do," Mom said softly kissing my cheek.  "Now you go get him!"
 I walked down the stairs as gracefully as I could.  Paul looked so handsome
in his black tux, his shoulders really filling out the suit.  All his
muscles were filling it out.  He watched me a little wide-eyed, and a little
open mouthed as I slowly moved closer to him.
 He was mine.  I offered him my arm and he took it and we quietly left the
house and got into the limo that Daddy had rented us.  It was wonderfully
spacious.  I knew it must have cost him a fortune.
 "I'm glad you couldn't get a date," Paul said softly looking into my eyes.
 "I did get a date!  I got the only one that I wanted," I told him softly,
still holding onto his hand.
 "You mean no one else asked you?"
 "They asked, I told them no!  I wanted to be with you Paul!"
 "Why?"
 "Because I love you!  I always have Paul!"
 "Then why did you sleep with all those guys," he demanded.
 "Paul, none of them are here, let's enjoy tonight please, let's not fight,"
I pleaded kissing the top of his hand, getting a little lipstick on it,
which I rubbed off with my thumb.  "Tonight is for us!  Nobody else!"
 "You look wonderful tonight!"
 "Do you really think so?" I asked almost shocked at the suggestion.
 "You look delectable...I mean you look almost magical!"
 "So do you Paul, I mean delectable!" I said smiling at him.  The limo
dropped us off at the hotel and we found our way into the ballroom where it
was being held and after a little bit of looking we found our seats.
 Three other couples sat around the table, I recognized a few of the people
but I didn't know any of them personally, so they all took us as boyfriend,
and girlfriend.  Which was good.  It meant I could kiss him at the table and
we could act unlike brother and sister.
 Throughout the speeches, dinner I rubbed his leg and his knee, he tried to
keep his thoughts on what was going on but he was finding it pretty
difficult I think.  I was glad that we had checked our things in before it
all began so the moment dinner was done, I stood up and asked him to dance.
 Sheepishly he accepted and walked me onto the dance floor. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and after a few awkward moments he put his hands around
my waist.  Even though we were born only a few minutes from one another, he
had grown taller than me, and I had to look up into his eyes.
 "Paul," I whispered to him pressing myself tighter against him.
 "What is it Sandra?"
 "I love you Paul, I always have, and I always will.  These last five years
have been terrible."
 "You didn't enjoy all your conquests?"
 "No, I didn't and that's not what they were!  They were boys when I needed
a man.  Paul I needed you.  I was weak, I admit it when I had sex with Rob
that time, and I...I'm sorry...I...."
 "Paulie Carlson, are you going to dance with your sister all night or are
you going to spend some of the time with the rest of us?" Caroline from my
psych class asked pushing us apart.
 "Would you leave us alone, please," I snapped.
 "Come on Paul, your not going to stay with such a bitch, are you?" she
probed on, and Paul looked so undecided.  So I decided it.
 "Get lost," I snarled at her and the whole room seemed to go quiet for a
moment and all eyes turned to us.  Then slowly as Caroline backed away
looking a little less sure of herself the music came back up and everyone
started dancing again.
 "Where were we," I asked softly wrapping my arms back around his neck.
 "Your something else Sandra!"
 "Paul, I love you.  I'm sorry for what I did, but after Rob that first time
you never came to me again, and you got everyone else all scared to come to
me to make love.  I didn't have any other choice.  But I want it to end
Paully.  I want you back.  I want you forever and ever and ever.
 "Just like Momma Sandi used to say, we belong together Paul."
 "But what about all those guys you slept with?"
 "Paul, all I can say is I'm sorry but they were also a little your fault
too, cutting me off from sex with everyone at home."
 "I haven't been with another woman since then!  Why should you have to
screw around with all this pitiful little people!"
 "Paul, listen to me.  I don't want to!  I want us!  I want you back!  I
want you with me for the rest of my life and beyond. We were meant for each
other!"
 "I used to believe that!"
 "Paul I still do, I don't want to play around with anyone else.  I want the
real thing.  I want you.  I can't stand being so incomplete.  Half of me is
missing when your not with me. I've missed you so much!  I want you Paul.  I
know it's hard for you to believe me, but there is no one else for me.  Just
you!
 "The other night, when Laura and Brad were mating I knew something."
 "What did you know?"
 "That if I couldn't have you there was nothing worth living for.  Paul, I'm
ready for you.  I want to mate with you.  I want you to be my life long
mate."
 "And what's to keep you from wandering off with other men again!"
 "I've thought of that.  I'll tell you the answer later, when we leave!
Paul trust me, I don't want anyone else.  I want you.  I want to have your
babies, as many as we can have.  I want to be your wife, your mate, your
best friend.  Paul I love you so much!  I can't tell you how much I love
you!  Please believe me.  I need you in my life Paul!  Without you there's
nothing!"
 "Sandra, I...I...I need to think about all of this."
 "All right Paul, it's been a long time, I can understand if you don't trust
me as much as you used to, that's my fault.  I never should have did what I
did!  Mom said I should have talked to you then, but I just couldn't figure
a way to tell you how vulnerable I was that day with Rob."
 "What do you mean, vulnerable?"
 "Rob and I were talking about our lost mothers.  I really got a lot of
emotions out about Momma Sandi.  You know how much I loved her."
 "Yes!"
 "We talked a lot, then he kissed me and then...well it happened so quickly
and I felt so ashamed, and then when you ran out of my room that night...I
felt so bad because I hurt you.  I still feel bad about that.  I still hate
myself for betraying you like that."
 "Sandra...I love you!" he whispered holding me a little tighter.
 "Oh God Paul it's been so long since I heard those words on your lips.
I've missed them so much!"
 "Sandra, tell me one thing before we go any further!"
 "What?"
 "Have you ever carried another man's seed?"
 "No Paully, no!  Only yours so long ago.  Paul I could never have done
that.  The only way I could have was with Brad or Clark, and I couldn't have
done that because you took them away from me too.
 "Last week though, Laura brought Brad into bed with us.  You had her so
scared of you it took me a whole month to talk her into bed with me.  You
meany!" I teased.  "But I had...I have been celibate from men for over a
month and a half."
 "But you said Laura...."
 "I know I did, but I never...I couldn't...I've been planning this night for
even longer than that and I didn't want to ruin it.  I couldn't have anyway
even if I wanted to.  I've chosen my mate and now I'm so sure of it, I don't
think I could be with another man even if I thought I wanted to, if I didn't
have you.  Your the only one I want.
 "The only one I want to spend the rest of my life with!  Paul I've had the
last five years to think of a life without you and I can't bear it, so if
you say you won't take me back I'm going to go find the nearest bridge and
jump off of it."
 "I don't think you'll have to do that!" he whispered and kissed my cheek
right beside my ear.
 "You'll have me?" I asked in a whisper.
 "Always, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either.  And it
made me so mad that while I was waiting for you just to say you still wanted
me, anything, while you were out screwing some guy."
 "Paul, the only way I could even get through those times was if I
fantasized that the guy was you, and then they'd fall asleep before I could
really have a decent orgasm.  You never used to fall asleep on me."
 "Nor will I," he said hugging me closer.
 "I've got some surprises for you tonight...my...love!"
 "I want to kiss you," he whispered looking into my eyes. I felt so weak in
the knees as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.  I opened my
mouth a little for him and his tongue happily flicked at my teeth and the
roof of my mouth.
 "It's been so long," I whispered hoarsely as I tried to muster enough
strength to stand on my own.
 "Yes it has, hasn't it.  What are these surprises you've got for me?"
 "May I cut in?" a guy asked Paul, in a far off way the guy even seemed a
little familiar.  The only thing that I was sure of was the man that I had
just been clinging to.
 "No!" Paul hissed at him and he quickly disappeared.  Paul wrapped his warm
strong arms back around me and held me tight, like he used to do.  We had
stopped dancing completely and we were just standing there together, looking
at each other.  "What surprises?"
 "If I told you they wouldn't be surprises would they?"
 "No, I suppose they wouldn't!"
 "Paul, are we back together again?"
 "I don't know, are we?"
 "I'd like to be!"
 "So would I," he said softly almost in a whisper his hands drifting a
little further down my back so he could give my ass a quick little squeeze.
 "Ow!" I said trying to keep quiet.
 "I wasn't that hard."
 "You're pretty damn strong Paully!  I can't wait to see what you look like
under that tux!"
 "Does that mean were lovers again too?"
 "I hope so!" I said soft and sultry giving him a little smile.
 "It seems you've grown too," he said looking down specifically at my
cleavage.
 "I hope you'll enjoy what's changed!"
 "I think I can guess at that answer right now and I think I can sum it up
by saying your the sexiest looking woman here."
 "Thank you," I whispered giving a nod for his compliment.  We laughed for a
second before the mood deepened again and the heat between us started
growing again.
 "But I'll bet you look even better under those clothes!"
 "I think you're probably right!  However I had specific orders not to let
you tear this outfit apart too quickly."
 "Who would give you...Mom, how'd she know you were trying to set this night
up."
 "It seems like everyone knew about tonight except you, thank God that would
have been some surprise if you'd already known wouldn't it?"
 "I suppose so!  But now that we've gotten all this settled and behind us,
let's go home.  I can't wait to slowly peel those clothes off of you, one
layer at a time."
 "We're not going home," I told him and took his hand and led him back to
our table.  I quickly said our good-byes gathered up the menu and a few
other souvenirs and quickly dragged him back to the cloak room.
 "Are you sure you don't want to stay and do some more dancing," I asked him
while he hugged me from behind kissing my ear.
 "No thank you!"  I grabbed our stuff from the woman behind the counter and
dragged Paul back the way we had come in.  "Don't we have to call a cab or
Dad?"
 "No," I told him kissing his lips.  "We don't have to be home until
tomorrow!"
 "What?  Where are we going to sleep?"
 "Who said anything about sleep," I said kissing him again leading him
towards the elevator.
 "Where are we going?"
 "You'll see!" I whispered pulling him into the elevator.  We had just about
gotten the elevator to ourselves when another couple caught the elevator
door from shutting and came in the little space holding hands.
 They pressed the button for the seventh floor and glanced at the button I
had pressed.  Top floor.  The honeymoon suite.  I thought it was
appropriate, it cost a lot more, but it felt right for the occasion.
 The moment the couple got out of the elevator, we were all over each other
again.  My make-up must have been in a terrible state by the time we got out
of the elevator.  It felt good to have his hands all over me again.  He
opened the door held it open with his foot and picked me up and carried me
in.
 He paused and looked around and whispered "this is the honeymoon suite!"
 "I know," I told him softly kissing his lips.  "Set me down handsome!  I'm
going to give you one of your surprises!"
 "This wasn't one, renting a room, and the honeymoon suite no less."
 "Well it was, but I've got another one," I said finding the ring box in my
purse before throwing it onto a chair.  "I got this for us!"
 "What is it?" he asked as I handed him the box.
 "There sort of like wedding bands," I said opening the box for his
approval, which was immediate.  "But if you like you can consider them
mating bands!"
 "Wedding bands is fine, Sandra!" he said and kissed me then took the
smaller ring out and set the box down on the table and held out his hand so
he could hold onto mine.  Then slowly, he slipped the ring on to my finger.
 "My turn," I said excitedly and he handed the box back to me, and I took
the other ring out of the box and took his large hand in mine and happily
put the ring on his finger.  "Now you know I'm not going anywhere!" I told
him and kissed him again.
 "Now about those clothes!"
 "Out of all the times that we've spent together in bed, we've never
undressed each other," I whispered pulling the bow tie over his head.
Quietly kissing him, I slipped his jacket off and threw it over the chair.
His fingers drifted through my hair pulling out the pins that were holding
it up before I shook it free.
 It cascaded down around my shoulders and he leaned down and kissed me again
while his fingers moved down my back looking for the zipper to my dress.
 He kept looking while I was undoing the buttons on his white frilly shirt.
"It's on the side," I whispered to him hotly while rubbing my hands across
his hard chest.  I pushed the shirt back till it fell clear and kissed the
solid muscle wall in front of me.
 My dress fell at my feet and he lifted my chin up and kissed me again
before even looking down and seeing what I was wearing.  "Wow," he let out
in a soft whisper.
 "Do you like," I asked him almost shy about asking the question.
 "I love," he whispered kissing me again while one of his hands started
rubbing one of my breasts and playing with the nipple.
 "Hold on," I said almost breathlessly, as I started undoing the buckle on
his pants, then his zipper before his pants dropped away too.
 "How's little Tommy been," I said stroking his cock through his underwear.
We'd named it ok!
 "Lonesome, he's missed Sally!  But he's not so little any more!"
 "And Sally doesn't have any hair any more!" I informed him before kissing
his lips and leading him over to the heart shaped bed.  "Sit down,
gorgeous!"
 I knelt down in front of him and pulled off his shoes, then his socks off;
kissing different little parts of his legs. I kissed my way up the insides
of his legs and smiled up at him and whispered "Let's see how Tommy's
grown!"  Gently I pulled Paul's boxers down and found that Tommy had really
grown.  Grown so much that he was even bigger and looked more delicious than
Daddy ever did.
 "Sally would really like to meet the new Tommy, but Paully's got to finish
stripping Sandra so he can see his other surprise."  I was asking for it I
knew that, and Paul shifted positions and slowly, and I do mean slowly
started taking the rest of my clothes off, starting with my high-heels.
Then the straps to my garter belt.  Then the stalkings.  Then the garter
belt itself.  Then slowly and meticulously he removed the teddy, kissing me
every little step of the way.
 "Where's the surprise," he asked looking over my stomach my breasts my bare
pussy, my legs, my mouth, my tongue.
 "Keep looking," I whispered as he licked every inch of my front.  Then he
got me to roll over and I thought for sure he'd see it, but he kissed his
way all the way down my spine and even got a kiss in on my left buttocks
before he saw it.
 "I love Paul!" he read aloud and then kissed the heart.  "So this is why
you didn't want to sit on your butt all that time!"
 "I thought you weren't paying attention."
 "I've always paid attention to you!" he whispered kissing the heart again.
"Besides I've always wondered where you kept your heart!"
 "Why you!" I said turning around and his lips met mine taking all the anger
out of me.
 "I love you Sandra," he whispered kissing my lips again.
 "I love you too Paul, you handsome lug!"  His hand touched the inside of my
leg and I spread for him, silently he cupped my pussy in the palm of his
hand and rubbed me in small gentle circles.  "I've missed you sooo much!
Make love to me Paul!  Please!"
 "Isn't that what got us into this mess," he said softly kissing my ear.
"You asking the wrong person...."
 "Paul don't!  I don't want to think about it any more.  I just need you!  I
want you Paul!"
 "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that!"
 "Yes, I do, five years.  Five years that I never want to live over."
 "Me either," Paul said kissing one of my breasts.  "You've grown a lot here
too," he added with a smile.
 "And you've grown a lot...everywhere!" I said rubbing the his muscled
shoulder.  "I'm not sure, but I think you may even be too much for me!"
 He laughed and kissed me again.  I was in heaven, every touch left me
feeling dizzy and he touched me so much!  He kissed me more and more quietly
moving down my body.  "It's been so long and you taste so sweet!"
 "Let's never fight again Paul!  It hurts too much!"
 "I know.  I still don't like the idea of you being with all those men!"
 "Boys," I corrected as he kissed my pubis bone and I slipped my fingers
into his hair.  "It's not shaved Paully!"
 "Huh?"
 "I had stopped shaving down there when I lost you.  I've had it all
removed.  I want you back for good, if not...then I don't want anyone else!"
 "You did this for me?"
 "Yes..." I sobbed.  "I love you Paul.  I'll do anything you want me to,
just never leave me.  Promise me Paul!"
 "Sandra, I love you so much...but how do I know you won't go back to...the
life you had...how do I know that you won't change your mind and grow bored
with me!  Sandra how can I promise you that?" he said sitting up.
 "Oh Paul...God this is all my fault, I hate myself for it.  Paul I know
I've screwed up a lot in my life...in our lives."  It was obvious that we
still had a lot more to talk about before we could get anything back that we
had had before.  "Look, Paul, I can't take back what's happened and what
I've done, if I could I would.  You don't know how much I would.  I know
it's going to take you along time for me to gain the kind of trust we had
before.
 "But I want to start!  I want to start working at getting it back!  Paul I
can't go on like we have been.  It's too hard knowing that your only a few
feet away from me at night.  Your so gorgeous, I want you back Paul, and
I'll do anything for that to happen.
 "We belong together!"
 "Anything?"
 "Anything you wanted Paul, I love you!"
 "Would you sit in a chair not moving an inch while I made love to your
friend Rebeca?  Just sit there and watch?"
 "Paul, you can't be...yes I would, even that!  I'd sit still and watch and
not do a single thing even if you were sacking the entire cheer leading
squad!  Please Paul!"
 "Would you go to bed with Mrs. Hanson?"
 "Oh Paul!"  Mrs. Hanson was a social teacher at our school, butt ugly, wart
faced, mole at the tip of her nose Hanson.  "Yes, Paul, if I knew I was
going to get you back.  I think I would even do that.  If you wanted me to!"
 "In front of the entire school?"
 "Yes," I whispered softly.
 "Would you go back down stairs to the dance with me?"
 "Yes, but why?"
 "To mate in front of everyone, right on the dance floor!"
 "Is that what you want?" I asked him softly pushing back a lock of his hair
out of his eyes.
 "Yes!"
 "This room cost a lot Paul, if we go down and do that we'll end up sleeping
the night in jail!  Do we really need to go down there where all those
people can see us, they might go back to Mom and Dad and question how their
raising us!  I don't want to hurt them Paul.  Maybe something a little
different...."
 "You don't want people to see us together?"
 "No Paul, it's not that.  I love you and I would make love to you in front
of all those people if you really want to but it could hurt everyone a lot
more than it would make us feel better.  And we wouldn't have this beautiful
room to be alone together for the whole night!"
 "All right, you want something a little different, fine.  I'll take you
back...as ugly as you are..." he said grinning playfully while gazing over
my body.  "If we go down stairs, round up a few people, bring them up here
and they witness us mating."
 "How many is a few?"
 "Does it matter?"
 "No!"
 "Then what's the problem?"
 "None," I said sliding off the bed quickly and pulling on my dress, with
nothing else.  I quickly pulled my stockings back up and then slipped into
my high heels.  "Will this make you happy?"
 "It depends!" he said pulling his pants back on.
 "On what?"
 "On how the evening turns out!"
 "Paul..." I whined then in a more solid voice I asked "How are we going to
pick out the people."
 "I'm going to do it!"
 "Your not going to let me pick anyone?"
 "Fine, but you can only pick men!"
 "Boys," I corrected.
 "Whatever," he said shaking his head.  He took my arm and he rushed me back
downstairs.
 "Paul are you sure about this," I asked at the door to the ballroom.
 "Positive," he said searching the crowd then pulling me off in a direction,
stopping when he reached Rebeca and her date John.  I couldn't believe it he
asked both of them "Would you two come up to our room in about half an hour
to see something?"
 "What room," she asked softly, knowing that I'd been with Paul most of my
life, it wasn't a surprise to her other than the fact that we were together
again that we were sharing a room.
 "The honeymoon suite!" Paul said quickly.
 "Really?"
 "Yes, really," I told her softly.
 "I've never seen a honeymoon suite, any special reason for the honey...."
 "Whoaaa..." I shouted as Paul started pulling me through the crowd again
away from Rebeca.  Rebeca and I had been friends since playschool, and even
though I had been tempted by the idea of playing with her in bed I never
had.  I didn't regret it.  I decided in the end that our friendship would
last a lot longer if we didn't become lovers, and I valued it.
 The next one was I think the boy that had asked me to dance, he'd found
himself a girlfriend from somewhere in the crowd.  After that we found
another couple, Fred and Janet, then one more couple Roberta and Victor.
All the little boys were kind of cute, but I was to caught up with the man
on my arm.  Even if he was pulling me through the crowd kind of roughly.
 "Isn't that enough, that's eight people Paul, how many more do we need.
Remember the more people that we ask up, the more people we have to kick out
to be alone!"
 "All right, that's it, just one more!"
 "Ah Paul!"
 "Don't worry," Paul told me and then dragged me back out into the outer
hallway of the hotel.  He talked to one of the bellboys while leaving me to
wait for him near the elevator and returned with the bellboy.  I even
thought I saw him give the bellboy some money.
 He followed us all the way up to the room and I opened the door, not sure
how much farther he was going to come.  "Sandra, this is Bill!" Paul
introduced me, "Bill, my wife!"  I liked the sound of that anyway.  Paul's
wife!  "He's going to help us tonight?"
 "Is he?  How?"
 "He's going to open the door.  Now Bill you understand what your doing?"
 "I'm opening the door and letting in eight people.  With four knocks."
 "That's right, and when your finished your welcome to come in and watch."
 "Watch?"
 "Yes Bill, watch!" Paul said and started unzipping my zipper until my dress
actually dropped away.  Bill looked me over unabashedly while Paul cupped
one of my breasts and kissed my lips.
 "That's only if you want to," Paul said turning me around so I was directed
towards the inner room and patted my bottom to get me moving.
 "I think I'll stay and watch!" Bill said as Paul guided me back into the
inner room.  He turned me back around to face him and kissed me again
running his hands down my sides until they went around to the small of my
back and he pulled me close to him.
 "Is there anything you want before our guests start to arrive?"
 "Yes," I told him softly.
 "And what would you like?"
 "To tell you something.  I want to tell you that I liked what you told
him!"
 "What?"
 "That I was your wife."
 "My mate, my wife, what's the difference!"
 "I like both, but my wife sounds...different.  More permanent!"
 "My mate doesn't sound permanent?"
 "Wife is better, wife means not your sister," I whispered wrapping my arms
around his neck.
 "You like the idea of Mrs. Carlson rather than Ms. Carlson?"
 "If it's Mrs. Paul Carlson, yes!"
 "All right, then from now on I'll refer to you as the old ball and chain."
 "You better not or I'll pound you into dust!"
 "Ok, ok," he said laughing.  "Then Mr. and Mrs. Paul Carlson, how's that?"
 "That sounds wonderful!" I sighed hugging him.
 "As long as tonight turns out the way I hope it will."
 "What's that suppose to mean," I demanded pushing his chest with my hands.
 "I'll tell you later!" Paul said as someone knocked on the door.  "Get your
pretty little ass into that chair over there!"
 "You really think it's pretty," I said trying to look over my shoulder.
 "Especially with that tattoo sweetheart!"
 "Now, I'm your sweetheart too am I?"
 "What are you two doing, I thought we were invited up here for a party?"
Rebeca asked coming into the room.  Rebeca's date was eyeing me up and down,
especially taking in my large breasts.
 "Well, it is in a way.  I need your help!" Paul said looking at them both
and then glanced at where I was sitting in the chair he had told me to sit
in.  I kind of felt a little out of place I was the only one that was
undressed, and being stared at!
 Paul took them both into the bathroom explaining that he didn't want me to
hear.  When they came out, both Rebeca and John were naked and quickly
climbed onto the bed together.  Rebeca put a condom on John and the two of
them started making love.
 "You watch!" Paul instructed me, but I didn't want to see them.  I wanted
him!  Fred and Janet came into the room looked at Rebeca and John on the bed
going at it and smiled.  Paul took them into the bathroom and they came out
undressed and started making love too.
 The last two couples were exactly the same way.  I felt so hot and I needed
Paul so badly.  I was having a very hard time from not touching myself, and
still very confused at why Paul would invite four couples up to our room so
we could watch them screwing.  More to the point have me watch them
screwing.
 After awhile all the cocks and pussies started bubbling over and the eight
of them started sharing partners.  Even Bill the bellboy had gotten into the
action.  It had turned into an all out orgy, and I sat there on my
seat-burned ass just watching and all I wanted was for Paul to stop the
misery and make love to me.
 Victor came over to us and knelt in front of me and kissed my knee asking
me to come join them.  I told him waving my ring in front of his face "No,
see I'm married!"  He begged me saying that he'd love to see me with his
girlfriend.  I told him no again, but he didn't leave me alone till I
threatened to kick him in the balls.  He went back to the bed and slipped
into an empty space between Roberta and Janet.
 "Come on," Paul said offering me his hand.
 "Where are we going!"
 "I'm very proud of you Sandra," he said pulling me into the open bathroom
and started filling a heart shaped tub and adding some bubble bath.  I loved
bubble bath.  It always made it feel so luxurious, but this tub had jets
too.
 "Why?" I asked softly after he had sat me down on the toilet lid.
 "You passed," he whispered kissing down my leg as he slowly unrolled my
stockings.
 "Passed what?"
 "My little test!" he said smiling.
 "What test?"
 "I wanted to see if you had the chance to be with couples having sex you'd
choose them or me when we weren't having sex."
 "Why you...you...you little devil," I said cupping his face in my hands and
kissing his lips.  "You never intended for them to see us mating did you?"
 "Well that might happen yet, but...only time will tell," he said standing
up and taking off his bow-tie, and jacket and white dress shirt.
 "All I could think about was you!" I told him before kissing his bare
stomach, while trying to undo his pants.  "And what I was going to do to
you, when I could get my hands on you!"
 "Sounds fascinating," he said smiling.  "You'll have to tell me some time!"
Then he lifted me up off of the seat and kissed my stomach while he carried
me over to the tub and lowered me into the hot water.  He stood there
against the sink looking down at where I was staring up at him.
 "Aren't you going to join me?"
 "No, I thought I would go find Rebeca tell her to come in here and make
love to her while you watched."
 "Paully don't be so mean!" I whined and watched wide-eyed as he finally
dropped his drawers.  Just like the first time I'd seen Daddy's, wide-eyed
juvenile fascination.  He was bigger than he had looked on the bed.  It must
have been the bad lighting.
 "Oh I love you Sandra Carlson!" he said moving a little closer to the tub.
 "Come here you big lug, and I'll let you wash my big tits!" I said grinning
at him while holding my big boobs above the water.
 "How could I resist such a delicious offer," he said stepping into the
water and sitting down across from me.  "But I've got a better idea!"  He
lifted me up and pulled me closer to him and then lowered me down onto his
crossed legs and his delicious member.
 Then just as I could feel the head of his penis on the tip of my vagina
Rebeca came into the bathroom, quickly.  "Hurry you two if we don't do
something there's going to be a hell of a lot of trouble the guys are
starting to get rowdy!"
 Paul sort of pushed me back a little off of him and sprang out of the
water.  Dripping wet he hurried back out into the other room.
 "Wow, he's beautiful!"
 "Yes, he is," I sighed slamming my fist down into the water splashing.  "I
was this close!" I added holding my thumb and forefinger close together.
 "Sorry Sandra, but...."
 "Don't apologize," I said while we listened to a few bodies being pushed
and tossed around a little.  None of them was likely to be Paul.  "I've
wasted five years, a few more minutes won't kill me I suppose."  I stood up
deciding there was probably no way that Paul and I would finish our bath
together our first together in nearly a dozen years.  "Could you hand me
that towel over there."
 "Sure," Rebeca said softly, then I realized that it was really the first
time that we had been naked at all together.  When she gave me the towel, I
looked over her front, trying not to look too obvious doing it.  Some part
of me was hoping she was looking me over too, so I bent away from her to dry
my toes.
 "A tattoo?  I never took you for that kind of a girl Sandra?"  That proved
that she had been and I couldn't help letting out a little smile knowing it.
 "It's a special one," I told her, "it hurt like hell for a little while
but...well that's all in the past.  I hope Paul will be finished soon!"
 "He decided you passed did he?"
 "Yes, what did he tell you anyway?  When he brought you and John in here?"
 "Well, basically he just asked us if we were going to be making love after
we left.  He said we could use the bed if we didn't mind an audience.  That
he wanted to test if you would be faithful to him."
 "It didn't seem like it took you that long to decide."
 "Well, it was either here on a nice comfortable bed, or in the back seat of
John's dad's car and I didn't want that!"
 "Well there gon...damn, Rebeca.  I'm sorry, I threw your date out too.  I
thought you'd left."
 "No loss," she sighed.  "He was a dud, anyway.  The second he saw Janet
Holland he left me pretty high and dry, the creep!  I was stupid enough to
think he actually loved me!  I guess my looks didn't compare to his huh,
Sandra?
 "I guess I better go, leave you two love birds alone!  Five year
separation, you've probably got a lot to...discuss!" she said grinning
knowingly at both of us.  She left us together in the bathroom while we
listened to her gather up her stuff.
 "What do you want us to do?" Paul asked solemnly.
 "Would you like to make love to her?" I asked softly, not really wanting to
hear the answer.
 "No, I just want you!" Paul proclaimed and we stood there like idiots until
the door shut.
 "You look kind of sad, dripping water all over the place," I said with a
smile tossing him the towel that I had been using.  He tossed it back at me
grinning.
 "You do it!"
 I took it and started softly padding and gently wiping along his broad
muscled shoulders.  Amazed at how solid he really looked.  I dried all down
his back, even his cute butt was tight with muscles.  And his mane.  God it
was beautiful, it went all the way from his neck down to the small of his
back.  It was new since I'd last been with Paul when we were twelve.  I
hadn't even seen it when we'd been in the bedroom together earlier.
 I had seen Dad's when he had had his top off, working around the house.  It
looked soft and silky.  But I'd never had the courage to touch it, but Paul
almost seemed to feel my hesitation and encouraged me to go ahead.
 It felt softer than it even looked.  I kissed it and ran my cheek over it,
stroking it so wonderfully.  He almost seemed to be purring like a cat when
I did it too.  Somehow I managed the strength and started drying the front
of his shoulders, and down over his tight strong arms, then his solid chest,
his legs.  Purposely missing the strong solid erect object that was pointing
at me so demanding.
 I knelt down in front of him and dried all the way down his bulky legs,
down the tops of his feet, down to his toes.  I dumped the towel for my lips
kissing his legs all the way up, making a circle of kisses around his
privates, slowly closing it up.  I kissed his testicles, got half of each
into my mouth and sucked a little on each of them.  The whole time he was
softly groaning and leaning against the doorway.
 Then I gathered his penis up in my hands and pulled back the sheath and
kissed the very tip of it, just a tiny little kiss for such a big head.  I
kissed it again, a little longer, and using my tongue just to flick it
across for a tiny second.
 "God Paul, I love you!" I told him and then aimed him just right preparing
to take him completely in my mouth.
 The worst thing happened right at that moment, it was unbelievable it was
like the whole night was set against us.  Some moron knocked on the door.
"Ignore it," Paul whispered and I wrapped my arms around his waist and drew
the head of him into my mouth.
 The knock again this time more insistent.  "We've got to answer it," I told
Paul softly standing up.  "You climb into bed and wait for me and I'll
answer the door!"
 "All right, but don't take long," he whispered kissing me.
 "I won't I promise," I said and went for the door.  "Who is it," I
demanded.
 "It's me, Sandra.  I forgot my purse.  I need it to get home, all my
money's in it," Rebeca whined from the other side of the door.  I opened the
door and she quickly scurried in.
 "Do you know what we were doing?"
 "I have a pretty good idea," she said timidly.
 "No you don't!"
 "I'm sorry Sandra, but I need my purse!"
 "Fine go get it!" I told her and followed behind her into the room.  The
second she got passed the end of the hallway Paul grabbed her wrapping her
in his arms and kissed her lips so lusciously.
 "Wow," Rebeca gasped when Paul set her back on her feet.
 "Oh god I'm sorry, I thought you were Sandra!"
 "Your some kisser," Rebeca sighed looking at him and purposely stopping
when she reached his crotch.  "I'll bet that's not the only thing your good
at either!"
 "Your right," he said getting her to blush and quickly dart her eyes away
from him.  "Come here you!"  When I got close enough to him he took me in
his arms and gave me an even deeper kiss than he'd given to Rebeca.  I
opened my mouth a little for him and immediately his tongue was fighting it
open more.
 I lost all sense of time and space, when he broke the kiss I was lying on
my back on the bed and he was leaning over me while lying on the bed beside
me.  "Mmm...that was wonderful," I whispered to him giving his lips a quick
peck.  Then I remembered Rebeca when I heard her rustling around mumbling to
herself.
 "...I know it's here somewhere...."
 "Rebeca," I called after her not moving from under Paul's arms.
 "...where the...."
 "REBECA!"
 "...Huh....  Are you's talking to me?"
 "Yes!  Could I ask a favour of you?"
 "What...Oh you need a condom...I think I've got a few left in my purse if I
can ever find it...."
 "No, Rebeca...."
 "What are you doing?" Paul whispered in my ear and I stroked his back.
 "We don't use anything like that...not me and Paul anyway..."
 "You two don't...."
 "No, now would you listen so I can ask you?"
 "All right what!"
 "It's been nearly six years since Paul and I first mated to show everyone
our love.  I'd like to renew that vow with him."  Paul smiled and kissed my
cheek when he realized what I was asking.
 "What do you want me to do?"
 "Stay with us for a little while-watch us make love!"
 "You can't be serious!"
 "Of course I am!  I want him to know he's the only one that I'm mated to
from this moment on to forever!"
 "But your brother and sister!"
 "We're also husband and wife.  And mates," I said not looking away from
Paul's gold eyes.
 "But your related!  Sex is one thing but you can't have babies with him
Sandra!"
 "Why not?  That's all I've ever wanted since the moment I was born.  I've
had my cycle for nearly four years, I should have already had at least one
child, if not two for Paul!  I'm through wasting my life.  I want to start
trying for babies!"
 "But...but...your only seventeen!"
 "Eighteen in February, Paul, you do want to start having kids don't you," I
asked realizing that we had never really talked about it.  When had we
really had time being apart.
 "Dad wants me to start working at the bar when I turn eighteen and if I'm
finished school.  Which I will be, when I do I want to move out of the
house, would you like to go with me?"
 "I'll go where ever you are Paul, even if you want to go to the new moon
outpost.  As long as I'm with you nothing else matters."
 "Well, if that's the way you feel, then when we're out of the house, I
would like kids.  Especially if their ours!"
 "That's wonderful Paul, that means we can defiantly start trying right
now!"
 "I guess so," he said softly.
 "You two are nuts!  You's can't have kids, your still related!"
 "Rebeca come here, sit down beside us.  Paul will you stand up for a second
honey."  He kissed me and did as I asked, however reluctantly.  Hesitantly
Rebeca sat down beside me while I rubbed Paul's leg.
 "You know how miserable I've been for the last few years. That's because I
wasn't with Paul, look at him, look at this beautiful penis," I said cupping
him in my hands and showing it to her.  "I love him, he loves me.  I've
loved him since the day we were born.  I even think he waited for me to be
ready when we were in our mother's wombs.  How can I not love him.  Rebeca I
couldn't see spending the rest of my life with any man other than Paul!
 "Paul is the only thing that could hold me together if I was falling apart.
The only one that I could love as much as I do...well there was one person
that I loved as much as I loved Paul...Momma Sandi...I loved her a lot too.
But that was different.  Paul is my man, my husband, my lover, my mate!"
 "Your brother!"
 "Rebeca!  He's more than that to me, you'd never understand how much he
means to me.  Our family is different than most Rebeca, but you'd never
understand that either...look you don't have to watch if you don't want
to...I would like you to be our witness, but...I'll understand if you just
want to go!"
 "I...I...Sandra, I don't know what I should do, I'd like to help, but I
still don't think that it's right for you two to...mate?  It's only sex!"
 "It's not sex, it's love!  Look Rebeca, we don't need a judge of our
actions, all we want is a witness.  A witness to watch us make love, to
reclaim our vows over."
 "Vows?"
 "Our vows of love," I said softly looking up into Paul's warms eyes.
"Please, we've already done it once.  I want to reaffirm them.  I would
rather it be a friend, but if it has to be a stranger we'll find one.
Please Rebeca, I've never really asked you for anything.  I'm asking now,
will you please accept my love for Paul and his for me, and be our witness?
For me, please!"
 "All right, I guess.  What do I have to do?"
 "Just watch," I said happily.  "You've already got the unique pleasure to
see my beautiful Paul's penis.  There aren't many as big as him in this
world.  And the only ones that are, are in our family!  We're all very lucky
women in our family!"
 I smiled and pulled Paul down and kissed him.  "Our Dad has our mother.  I
have Paul.  Laura has Brad.  Angela has Clark."
 "Angela's only a little girl!"
 "Yes, but she knows the pleasure of mock-mating!" I said smiling before
pulling Paul down on top of me with a smile.
 "Angela?  That sweet little thing of your sister has...has...actually...."
 "Made love, YES!  Now please Rebeca your to watch not yap!  If you want to
talk let's do it some other time, when I'm not in the middle of something
so...heavenly!"  I wrapped my legs around Paul's waist.  I could feel the
tip of him hovering around my entrance while his lips were curled up in a
nasty little grin.
 "Go on Paul, please...pleaassseee!" I softly begged wrapping my arms around
his neck.  I ached so much for him, and he was so close to giving me such a
wonderful gift.  He got up so he was on his hands and knees and I was
hanging onto him and off the bed and made his way a little further up so
that my head was resting on the pillows and then lowered me down.
 The assault of pleasure was two fold, first thing I felt was the feel of
the satin folds crumpling under my backside.  At the same moment, he slid
into me, all the way burying himself deep inside me.
 For the first time in five years I felt filled, wonderfully blissfully
filled.  Paul was my complete match, I had known it all along.  Nobody fit
as perfectly as Paul did inside me.  Right from the first time he ever tried
to mock-mate with me at six months old to right that moment.
 I felt complete!  Like he was moulded perfectly for me, or I him.  It
didn't matter which.  He kissed and drank from my lips.  Hungry!  God so
hungrily!  Five years had all been brought to a head, coming down inside him
all at once.  The look in his beautiful eyes was so wild!
 Something inside me stirred by his own reaction and his strong steady love
making, his piston like strokes making me quiver at every second.  I moved
against him snarling driven wild by his own madness.
 His teeth nipped and tugged playfully at my nipples while I dug my fingers
into his gorgeous hide.  He howled in pain and lust moving faster, kissing
me demandingly, licking my lips with his tongue.
 We moved together knowing exactly what the other wanted and what they were
going to do, and we drove at it even more.  He snapped playfully infront of
my mouth and I licked at his lips tasting the salty sweet sweat taste his
skin left.
 His head moved quickly and bit at my neck, a little blood spurted.  A
scream from somewhere, and he stopped--only for a second kneeling down
between my legs and crossing one over the other and then he was back in me
again.  Stretching me.  It was a perfect fit even then.
 Our lovemaking lost all sense of what we had done when we were young.  Lost
track of all we had been trained to do to each other.  All that was left was
wild-unrelinquished desire and instinct.
 We moved against each other so well, changing positions so often, and
neither of us coming to a point of orgasm.  He took me from behind.  He took
me from the side.  He took me from above.  Both of us crying out wildly for
each other, so hot and sweaty, we stuck together in a single film of sweat.
 We changed positions again.  He came down on top of me filling me with his
manhood again.  Breast to breast.  Mouth to mouth.  Stomach to stomach.
Heart to heart.  Soul to soul.
 We came clutching one another tightly, kissing.  I felt like I was sitting
atop a fountain, a fountain with an unending water supply with it came Paul,
slipping into my body kissing and holding, cuddling, making love, our souls
moved together.  We slipped from my body to his, and back, and to his
again...then slowly we separated taking a little of each other back with us
to our own bodies.
 Any of the boys that I had of dated.  I would have said I'd fucked them to
death, if I had of gone through that kind of sex with them, but Paul.  God
Paul, he rolled us over so he was on his back and held me on top of him,
while his penis still pulsed a little inside me.
 "I love you Paul...I love you so much!" I panted kissing his ear.
 "God I love you Sandra," he whispered hugging me in his arms.  "I've missed
you so much!"
 "Me too," I whispered kissing him.  Then slowly as we drifted a little
closer to reality together, it gradually grew in noise.  Clapping.  Almost
together we looked around the room.  Rebeca was standing at the foot of the
bed, or a few feet away from it.  It looked like her chest was covered in
semen, backwash.
 Beside her there had to be half a dozen men, clapping at us.  I could feel
Paul trying to cover where the two of us were joined, but it didn't really
matter.  It seemed our witness had grown into a few.  It didn't really
bother me at all, the more that saw me with Paul, the better.  It just meant
that the more people knew I was in love with him.
 After Rebeca realized that neither of us were seriously hurt she ushered
the men out of the room.  "I'm so sorry.  I thought when he bit you...."
 "What like this?" I asked and leaned down and took a good little chunk of
Paul's flesh out of his neck and spit it at her.  She screamed again, and I
put my lips to Paul's neck and kissed and licked at him, like Momma Sandi
had taught us.  The delicious taste of Paul filled me, all the way to the
bone.  He moaned in pleasure beneath my lips.  I moved my hips a little to
stimulate him in other areas, while I slowly pulled away from his neck.
 "See no har...damn it!  Paul, she's feinted!" I complained seeing Rebeca in
a lump on the floor.  His hands on my hips told me he didn't really care.
He just wanted to make love again, and so did I.  I had a hard time deciding
what to do, but in the end I got out of bed and clambered over to Rebeca who
still wouldn't move even after I nudged her.
 I picked her up and laid her down on the bed, and just decided to let her
sleep it off.  Paul had pulled the covers back for me and I set her down.
Together we stripped her out of her clothes and each gave her a small kiss
on the lips.
 Paul lingered for a second but not long before he pulled me to him hugging
and kissing me.  All night, we loved each other trying to catch up on the
time that we had lost.  Rebeca stirred a few times during the night but
didn't budge much despite the rough rocking of the bed.
 Paul and I both fell asleep somewhere before dawn holding each other.  Such
sweet ecstasy being with him again, once and for all.  I knew as I nuzzled
against him that the rest of my life would be blissful as long as I was with
him.
 When I woke up the sun was drifting in through the windows and felt warming
to my bare flesh.  Paul wasn't in bed any more and I couldn't hear him
around the room.  However something that I had never expected was an arm
wrapped around my waist.  A pretty soft small delicate arm with a pair of
breasts pressed tight against my back through the thin piece of cloth that
separated me from Rebeca.
 Even her top leg was wrapped over my legs sleepily rubbing the silk sheet
against my calf.  The bare arm slid from my waist up and cupped one of my
breasts.  When the hand cupped me I had just caught a glimpse of Paul
grinning at us, standing in the doorway with a tray of what promised to be
breakfast.
 The hand not only pulled away but shocked Rebeca to consciousness and a
sitting position clutching the sheet to her breasts.  "What...what's going
on?"
 "Your in bed with my wife, evidently trying to feel her up," Paul said
softly.  "And I've got breakfast!  If you two are interested?"
 "I am," I said happily as he moved closer to the bed.
 "I didn't...I mean...I..." Rebeca said nervously.
 "Never mind," Paul told her sitting down on the bed with the tray in his
lap.  His fingers traced over one of my breasts and he leaned over and
kissed me.  Then looking back at Rebeca added "It's not your fault that
these breasts are so irresistible."
 "I was asleep, I didn't know...."
 "Don't worry about it," I told her while Paul threw his  jacket off the bed
"we understand."
 "I wasn't trying to feel you up!"
 "I know," I said softly stroking her cheek.
 "I wasn't I swear, I just woke up!  I didn't know what I was doing!"
 "Have something to eat," Paul said grinning at her and offering us both
some chunks of fruit.  He was so charming, and so sexy, even in his wrinkled
tux which clung to every inch of his gorgeous body.
 I took an orange quarter and put half of it in my mouth and smiled at Paul.
He leaned towards me and took the other half of the orange in his mouth
kissing my lips.  We both laughed a little when we parted at how funny it
felt.  It was wonderful.
 He picked up a chunk of a croissant and put it in his mouth and we did the
same thing with it.  This time his hand found my breast and started rubbing
it in small circles.  My fingers found the buttons on his shirt and started
nimbly undoing them.  I wanted to rub my hands over his beautiful body.
 A shaky hand reached between us and picked up a piece of orange.  Rebeca
was still holding the blanket tight to her breasts with one hand while the
other was limply resting on her side.  Hanging out of her mouth was half of
the orange and heavy seductive brown eyes were on Paul.
 Her red hair was lit up by the window behind her that it looked like spun
gold.  Paul squeezed my hand and I squeezed back in confirmation.  Then I
leaned towards her surprising her that it was my lips that were coming down
around the orange instead of Paul's.  But after I had eaten the little bite
of orange, she didn't stop me from kissing and giving her lips a little
lick.
 In fact I think it surprised her how sensuous it was--another woman kissing
her.  I think I kind of left her a little breathless, but Paul was leaning
over both of us with a chunk of apple hanging from his lips.  He lowered it
down and Rebeca clung to his lips, taking the apple into her mouth.
 When Paul had released her lips I claimed them again, only this time with
out any fruit, rolling over onto my side facing her at the same time.
 "Hold on, what are we doing?  You two are married, or so you's say!"
 "I think," Paul said softly leaning over so Rebeca could see him.  "My
wife, wants to play with you."
 "Is that what you want," she asked me almost breathlessly.  Our faces were
so close together I could feel her hot breath on my lips.  "You want you and
me to...."
 I nodded biting my bottom lip "I've been wondering what you taste like for
a very long time!"
 "Really?"
 I nodded again, and gave her a gentle little kiss.
 "What's a very long time," she whispered.
 "Since we were six," I told her softly looking calmly into her eyes.  "You
remember that time we went swimming at the pool at the community centre?"
 "That was a long time ago, how do you expect me to remember that?"
 "I remember it, I remember everything that's happened in my life.
Especially that time in the shower after we went swimming.  I saw your cute
little butt, and when you sat down on the bench to get dressed.  I saw your
vagina.  I didn't mean to at first."  I kissed her again.  "But once I saw
it, I couldn't help looking a couple of different times before you were
finally dressed.  When I got home, I really gave Paul a work out."
 "I made you horny, at six?"
 "Yes!  I kept Paul in bed all weekend!"
 "Did she really," she asked looking up at Paul.  He was nodding when I
glanced up at him before turning back to Rebeca.  "All right, what does this
make you feel."  Slowly, teasingly she pulled the satin sheet down from her
breasts.  They were pert little handfuls, topped off with a cute little pink
rose colored nipple.
 "It makes me want to know what else is under that sheet!"
 "I've never done this before!"
 "That's all right, we'll go nice and slow, if you want to!"
 "I think I'd like to try!"
 "All right, but you've got to ask my master if I can!"
 "Your...Paul, can...can me and...."
 "Go ahead," Paul said grinning, kissing my forehead.  "As long as I can
watch!"
 "Go ahead!" Rebeca said slipping out from under the sheet.  "Both of you."
She smiled at me and kissed my lips hesitantly.  I guided her so she was
lying on her back and started kissing her lips while laying on top of her,
pressing our breasts tight together.
 I kissed her again slipping my tongue into her mouth, tasting the remnants
of the apple on her tongue and teeth.  "I've wanted to get you like this for
so long!"
 "Why didn't you tell me before?"
 "I liked having you as a friend, I didn't want to risk that friendship!"
 "The way you kiss, I don't think our friendship would ever have been on the
line!" she said with a smile and I kissed her again.
 "I'm going to give you so much pleasure!" I told her leaving a string of
kisses down her neck.  Then another string down her arms then one twisty
circling one on each of her pert little breasts.  Then down her flat
stomach, slipping my tongue into her belly button, kissing every inch of her
flesh.
 I kissed down her legs and sucked on each of her toes, kissing them
excitedly, then the arches of her feet, the balls, the ankles.  "Paul, look
at her," I said softly gazing up her body.  "Isn't she gorgeous?"
 Rebeca looked over at where he was sitting and I knew he had probably
already undressed and doing what all my brothers did when they watched me
with one of my sisters--masturbating.  "Uh-huh," Paul agreed softly and
Rebeca reached out for him.
 I watched happily as he moved a little closer and let her claim his hard
member in her hand and try to start pumping him.  I moved up between her
legs and lowered myself claiming her clitoris with my greedy mouth.  She
gasped.  I started rubbing her pussy all over with my fingers, slipping an
occasional one into her vagina.
 I wanted to give her every attention I could so I fought every urge to
touch myself.  I held her vulva apart and explored the delicious looking
inner bloody gorge with my tongue.  I wanted to taste every inch of her.
She was so sweet and succulent.  She would have made a delicious meal, all
the blood that was coursing through her veins.
 I still remember the time that Mom and Dad had taken us aside when we were
twelve and finally told us the secret of where our "special" meat came from.
It shocked us both a little at first, but it also explained the way we
looked at some people some of the time.
 Paul and I could have celebrated on one of the best meals in our life, but
I couldn't stand myself for even thinking of eating her.  So I delved into
pleasing her even more, only rarely looking up to watch her licking Paul's
beautiful manhood.
 I kind of felt sorry for her in those instants though, there was no way
that she could take him in her mouth.  Nor would she ever feel the pleasures
he could give inside of her.  Or the warmth of his spray inside her vagina.
 She shuddered in orgasm once but I didn't stop for a second and she
shuddered a little more violently after a few more seconds.  She tasted so
good!  Unbelievably good.  If I had of known that she was so succulent I
would have done this along time ago with her.
 "Please, fuck me, fuck me..." she pleaded looking up at Paul's sad eyes.
God she wanted him, and there was no way she could ever have him.
 "Paul..." I said calling him over and whispered what I wanted and he went
to do it.  "Rebeca he can't!"
 "You won't let him!  Why not!  Why not!  Aren't I good enough!"
 "It's not that...it's very complicated!"
 "I'm not worthy of him," she said angrily.  "Is that what you mean?"
 "No, it's complicated Rebeca.  He can't make love to you, even if the three
of us wanted him to he can't!  Look, I'll explain later.  Please, just enjoy
yourself!"
 "I need a man!" she hissed.  "I need a man to fill me up!"
 Paul came back and gave me what I asked for and I held it up to show her.
"A banana!  What are you going to do with that!"
 I bit off the small rough end so it wouldn't hurt her and I pressed it to
the edge of her damp vagina.  "Fill you up," I whispered and kissed her
clitoris, edging the tip of the banana into her.  Slow and gently I eased it
into her.  Paul had made a good choice, it was long and thick, and not to
heavily curved.
 I wrapped my fist around the end of it and started really thrusting it into
her faster, while trying to kiss and stroke other parts of her privates.
Paul was kissing and stroking all over her chest and face, occasionally
stopping to suck on one of her nipples.
 We were partners, lovers, friends, mates, and because of it Paul and I both
worked on Rebeca almost like a single person.  We kissed at the same
instant, licked at the same moment, caressed at the same time.
 The two of us and the banana brought her to at least two more orgasms
before I withdrew the banana and spit on her pussy to try and simulate a
little bit of semen, enough that it probably would have been I hoped equal
to the boys that she had been with.
 It worked because her hand was between her legs after a few moments rubbing
it into her delicate sex flushed skin.  "Such a beautiful rose," I whispered
to myself giving her pussy a kiss before moving up her body peeling the
banana.
 "Want some banana," I asked smiling sitting atop of her.  She nodded and I
put about an inch into my mouth and leaning over for her to eat it from my
lips.
 She took it, but not by biting it.  She started sucking on it, working it
like it was someone's penis gradually easing it back until she had it all in
her throat up to my lips.  She sucked on it till it was nearly all mush.  I
had no idea what she was doing it for.
 It was made pretty clear though after she had finished swallowing the last
little piece of it with a smile.  I lowered myself into a kiss while I felt
Paul leaning towards us.  After a second he was spraying our lips our
cheeks, and even a little into our ears with a beautiful stream of his
semen.
 I backed away from our kiss a little shocked by the initial heat, but
Rebeca was smiling and turning her face so she was facing him and getting
his semen all over her.  I turned and he caught me right in the lips
redirecting it all around.
 I couldn't help grinning while the spray died down, and stopped.  I kissed
a splotch of the cum off of Rebeca's grinning face.  It had always tasted
good, and just tasting it brought back a few good memories, but on Rebeca's
skin it was even sweeter.
 We kissed and licked at each other's faces until every drop of Paul's
delicious love had disappeared.  When we stopped Rebeca laughed.
 "What's so funny," Paul asked her.
 "Oh...nothing!" she said laughing again.
 "What is it?"
 "It's just that...well, I don't think I'm ever going to look at a banana
the same way again."
 "No, I'm sure you won't," Paul said seriously making it all the more
funnier.  I couldn't help breaking out in a little bit of laughter of my
own.  Paul didn't wait long before he laughed was laughing too.
 "Sandra," Paul said trying to recompose himself.
 "What my banana?" I asked smiling.
 "What time's checkout," he asked running his hand down my back till he was
fingering my pussy.
 "One, why?"
 "Well, I guess that means we've got a couple hours left together," he said
grinning at me.
 "So?" I said trying to play it cool, trying to ignore what I knew he wanted
so much.  Trying to ignore my own desire!
 "So what do you say we finish that bubble bath we started last night?"
 "Really?" I asked excitedly getting off of Rebeca.
 "Yes, really, what do you say?"
 "I say YES!"
 "I better be going my parents will be wondering where I am.  I was supposed
to be home last night at midnight!"
 "No, don't go!  You can join us!" I told her.
 "In the tub.  No.  You two want to be alone.  I know that.  I should have
been out of here last ni...you bit him!"
 "Yeah, so?"
 "So he was bleeding," she said and quickly turned to Paul and turned his
head in her hand.  "But you don't look...was I dreaming?"
 "No, the chunk's probably over on the floor near where you were standing
last night!" Paul said softly before getting up off of the bed and going
into the bathroom and started running the water.
 "But where's the hole, where's the spot that you bit him?"
 "It's long gone now, it was last night, probably almost before you hit the
floor."
 "But how?"
 "It's just a part of who we are, Rebeca.  At least with each other anyway,
look don't worry about it Rebeca.  Do you want to join us for the bath or
not?  You can be my personal scrub doll!"
 "My parents...."
 "Can wait a couple more hours, we'll tell them that you were at my house
sleeping over.  Somebody spiked the punch, Paul, lovable Paul, who didn't
drink any took us both back to our house and my mother put us to bed.  We
only woke up a few minutes ago, and you went straight home.  Come on, a
little while longer won't kill you!"
 "Well, I guess, my parents already think I'm a slut!  Why not."
 "They call you that because you've been with John late at night?"
 "Yes!  Last night was the first time I ever...."
 "You were a virgin till last night!" I said surprised.
 "You don't have to announce it to the world!"
 "I'm sorry I just thought, all those nights that we double dated that...."
 "Well I didn't, last night was my first time!"
 "Lucky you, not too many girls have an orgy their first time!"
 "I didn't have an orgy!  I only made...had sex with John!"
 "So your only second hand, not fifth or sixth!  So what?  Do you want to
join us for our bath or not?  Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of.  You've
got to have your first time sometime."
 "But you had yours when you were so young!"
 "When we were six-months old, but that doesn't mean anything.  I'm
different from you Rebeca.  You had your first time, both of them when you
thought you were ready, its as simple as that!"
 "Both?"
 "Boy and woman," I told her and gave her a kiss.  "Come on, let's go have a
bath!  I'll wash that red mess of tangles you call hair!" I teased.
 "All right, I'll bathe with you, ok?"
 "That sounds good," I said just as the tap was shut off.  "It sounds like
its waiting for us, you ready?"
 "Your brother's really cute.  I never really noticed before!"
 "All my brother's are really cute, and I have the best one," I told her
taking her hand and pulling her towards me to the bathroom.
 "Why can't I make love to Paul?"
 "Rebeca!  I told you, it's complicated!  Look, I'll tell you what, you let
it alone for the weekend, and I'll tell you why you can't Monday over lunch,
ok?  Just you and me.  All right?"
 "Fine!" she grumbled just as I got us into the bathroom.
 "What took you's so long," Paul asked sitting in the bathtub with bubbles
on his nose.  Looking so adorable.
 "Girls talk," I told him smiling letting go of Rebeca's hand and stepping
into the tub and sitting down where Paul had meant me to sit the previous
night, with him filling me up.
 "Maybe I should just go," Rebeca said hesitantly.
 "Nonsense, I've shared the most valuable thing I have already.  I know the
tub doesn't look very big, but I'm sure the three of us can all squeeze in,"
Paul said wrapping his arms around me and hugging me until his hands had
moved up and cupped my breasts.
 "Come on Rebeca.  What do you say?  Will you join us, or are you going to
stand there nude all day?"
 "Ok," she said with her voice cracking as she slowly stepped into the tub.
I ran my hands over her legs, as Paul stopped his movements under the water.
She sat down and I moved my hands so they ran up her body as she slipped
into the water.
 "You know I never realized before how really soft you are!" I told her
cupping her breasts.  "Do you know how soft you are?"
 "No."
 "Well you feel like a feather pillow, draped over in a nice soft satin
sheet.  Doesn't she Paul?"
 "Uh-huh," he said caressing my hips and nuzzling his head into my hair
kissing my neck.
 "Do you know what you taste like?"
 "No."
 "Sugar, with old-fashioned maple syrup mixed in, with a little bit of some
exotic fruit."
 "We've been friends so long, why haven't you told me these things before,"
she whispered putting her own hands on top of mine.
 "We've been friends for so long," I whispered back.
 She looked over her shoulder and kissed my lips so gently.  "Yes we have,"
she said guiding my hands lower until they were between her legs.  "But I
like being this kind of friend better!"
 "But it's changed, our friendship can't you feel the difference?"
 "Yes, but I think its a good change!"
 "You really think so?"
 "Yes, I do.  Was there any...any other times that I got you
feeling...excited?"
 "Lots of times," I said hugging her while Paul was brushing some of my hair
out of the way so he could start kissing my bare neck.
 "Like?"
 "You want examples?"
 "Please, I'm curious."
 "Ok!  Well, I guess there was the one time when we were seven.  I was
sleeping over at your house, remember the night was so hot!"
 "I think I remember that, I was too hot even with the covers off.  I
suggested we get out of our nightgowns."
 "I was naked underneath, I wasn't used to sleeping with any clothes on at
all, the nightgown was bought by my Momma Sandi that afternoon especially
for the occasion.
 "She would have laughed if she had of known that I didn't even really need
it!  I had cuddled up to you when we had gone to sleep.  In the night I woke
up with my hand on your chest.  Sleeping beside you was so wonderful, and it
really drove fire through my body knowing that all I had to do was slid my
hand down a little and....  I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and
masturbated."
 "Any others?"
 "Lot's of others," I said squeezing her "too many to tell!"
 "I'm enjoying it tell me another one."
 "Me too," Paul echoed in a whisper before kissing my earlobe.
 "All right but only one more!"
 "Ok, one more after this one!" Rebeca said squeezing my hands and rubbing
them against her pussy.
 "Only one for now, if I tell all my secrets I won't see either of you
again!"
 "Sure you will, just not as frequently."  I could tell she was grinning
because of that statement.
 "One?"
 "Agreed," she confirmed.
 "Two," Paul whispered in my ear.
 "All right, two!  But that's it!  That all right with you Paul?"
 "Yes," he said kissing my neck again.
 "Paul could you give me the shampoo so I can do something while I'm playing
story teller!"
 "Sure," he told me in another whisper and squirted some shampoo from the
dispenser out into his hand and wiped it on to mine.
 "Ok," I said and started to work in her sapphire hair.  "Thirteen...when we
were thirteen, do you remember the time when we washed your father's
hover-car?  Our breasts were just starting to come in.  I had accidentally
sprayed you with water."
 "That's still being debated!"
 "Well, anyway, I had soaked your shorts.  Then you shot some at me and it
hit me in the back.  Then it basically turned into an all out water fight!
 "We ended up on the ground laughing and rolling around, you remember that?"
 "Yeah."
 "Well, at some point I notice that it felt good being under and on top of
you, being squished together, our growing breasts pressing against one
another.  There was an instant that I had even thought about kissing you.
 "When I got home I was feeling so...horny...and nearly everyone was out of
the house, only the baby and Momma Sandi were there.  I told Momma Sandi how
I was feeling and she gave me one of her favourite dildo's for me to have.
 "I've got to tell you Rebeca, I laid in bed all night working that thing."
 "You and your Momma Sandi were close huh?"
 "Yeah," I said solemnly stopping my fingering, even Paul seemed a little
down at the mention of her name.  "When she...died...Momma Daniel decided
that I should have all of Momma Sandi's dildo's.  I've used them all
thinking how happy they made her.  But that first one she gave me, has a lot
more mileage on it...I don't want to talk about her any more."
 "Tell us another one!"
 "Isn't that enough?"
 "You agreed to two!"
 "I did.  All right, remember that time we went out to the Ferguson twin's
cabin together, and we went swimming in the lake, and you lost your top!
Everyone else thought it was so funny.  All I could think of was what you
breasts would feel like to hold and touch, and caress.
 "Can you believe that's what I was thinking, treading water and watching
you?"
 "No," she said softly.  "You've really wanted to get me into bed for a long
time haven't you?"
 "I suppose, I had talked to Momma Sandi about you when I was thirteen,
about getting you into bed, but in the end I decided not to.  I love you
like a sister and I wouldn't want to hurt you."
 "Like a sister.  I wonder what you do with your real sisters."
 "I suppose that's not a very good analogy!"
 "I'm glad you finally decided to change you mind," she said turning over
and laying out so I was pressed back leaning against Paul's chest, resting
my head on his shoulder.  She leaned against me sloshing water out of the
tub and kissed me.  One of her arms rested on the tub to help support her
while her other arm went into the water and her fingers traced out where
Paul and I were joined.
 "I hope you don't mind Paul, but just between the three of us, not going
outside of these four walls...promise?"  That got both of Paul's and my
attention.
 "Promise."
 "Promise."
 "I've never really liked boys all that much.  I've dated them to make my
parents happy.  You know, grow up, have a husband.  One point seven
children, nice spacious apartment.  I've never really wanted that.  Last
night, I was sure of it.  John broke the straw.
 "I can't lie, at least not to you two.  I've always been partial to girls.
Usually when a guy turns his head to look.  I'm there looking too, not to
see how good I look compared to her.  But fantasizing about what it would be
like to strip off her clothes."
 "Your joking," I breathed pressing my hands to her chest while her fingers
found my clitoris.
 "No, for the first time in my life I'm actually being honest about my
sexuality.  Although my memories not as good as yours Sandra I've had my
fantasies about you too.  Like spending an entire day out on a boat in the
middle of the ocean, just the two of us sipping on a fine wine, or champagne
or something.
 "Then we'd kiss and we'd make love beneath the stars.  I was never sure
what it would feel like, not until this morning.  I was kind of scared all
about it but I'm not any more.
 "One of the main reasons that I dated guys, was so that we could double
date and I could be close to you.  Sandra I don't think I could ever love
you as a sister.  But I do love you!  In another way, in a more intimate
way," she said and kissed me again.  She was in love with me.  My best
friend had a crush on me.
 "Since when?  How long?"
 "I don't know, a very long time.  I would never have thought that you were
feeling the same way about me in a million years.  But this morning...."
 "But you wanted a man!" I reasoned.  "To fill you...."
 "I wanted something to fill me.  I didn't really want a man.  I wanted
something to fill the space inside me that feels so empty.  Even with John
that place was empty, until you used...that silly banana.  With that and you
on me, I felt so good and so wonderful!  I was in heaven."
 "But you wanted Paul!"
 "I figured that if he could have me and enjoy me that I could be close to
you.  I'll let him use my body all he wants, as long as he'll share you with
me.  I've loved you for so long Sandra.  It's time I started fighting for
what I want, and I want you!
 "Are you up for fighting for her Paul?"
 "No one is fighting over me!  None of this changes the fact that I am
Paul's wife."
 "Oh god I'm so embarrassed...I never..." Rebeca said trying to get her
balance and get out of the tub.
 "Rebeca, please don't go we need to talk about this!"
 "I've already said too much!  I'll...I'll see you tomorrow at school
Sandra!" Rebeca said rushing out of the bathroom.
 "Paul, what do I do?"
 "Let her go.  Tomorrow she'll be calmed down and you can talk to her
then...right now I want to be with you!"
 "Paul, didn't you hear how upset she was!"
 "Sandra...go on, go see if you can catch her, tell her to come in here I
want to talk to her.  Alone!"
 "Ok, Paul!" I said and kissed him before chasing after Rebeca who was
already half dressed.  "Rebeca don't go!"
 "Why shouldn't I?  Your going to stay with Paul, you won't come with me?
What am I supposed to do?"
 "I don't know...I don't know what I should do, but I do know that I've just
gotten Paul back and I love him a lot Rebeca."
 "So your staying with him," she huffed snatching her blouse up off the
floor.
 "I love him Rebeca, but I also love you!"
 "So you'll come with me?"
 "No.  Please Rebeca we can work this out."
 "I don't want to hear another word, I'm leaving."
 "Please Rebeca, Paul wants to talk to you!"
 "What about?"
 "I don't know.  All he said was that he wanted to talk to you alone."
 "All right, I'll listen to what he has to say, but that's it!  Then I'm out
of here!"
 "Fine!"
 "Fine!" she huffed and walked angrily into the bathroom.  I sat down on the
bed and listened to Paul calming her down, then there voices turned low so
that I couldn't hear them.
 A few moments later Rebeca came out smiling and kissed me.  "I'll see you
later!"
 "What did he say?"
 "I'll see you Monday at school," she said happily quickly leaving the
suiet.
 "What did you tell her?" I asked Paul going into the bathroom.
 "Why, what does it matter?"
 "Paul, what did you tell her!"
 "I told her that I wasn't going to give you up, for any man...or woman!"
 "Then how come she left her happier than I've ever seen her?"
 "Trust me!"
 "Paul...all right.  I will.  But, if this involves me in any thing
negative, like spending weeknights with her and the weekend with you forget
it.  I want you!"
 "It's not, look Sandra I promise!  Just trust me!  Trust me and come here
and join me in this tub!" he said grinning.  I smiled back at him and joined
him in the tub again, sitting on his lap again this time wrapping my legs
around his back.  "Want to tell me what your thinking of her?"
 "Why, I thought you just wanted to think about us?"
 "Sandra, I'd like to know what you're thinking, so I have all the
information I can when I'm making decisions about us!  Your best friend for
all intents and purposes just admitted to both of us that she's a lesbian.
Your obviously attracted to her, aren't you?"
 "Yes."
 "Would you like to spend time with her in bed?"
 "I...I guess so, but I'd never choose her over you!  She may be my best
friend in the whole entire world but there's no way I'm going to risk losing
you again!"
 "You enjoy spending time with her, by the sounds of all your stories you
do?"
 "Yes, I do.  Paul what are you trying to get at?"
 "Do you love her?"  The question was plain and clear, even the emotions in
his eyes were overwhelming, pain, sorrow, joy, compassion, love!
 "In a way I guess I do!"
 "Do you love her in the way that she loves you?"
 "A little.  Yes, I guess I do.  But Paul, I'd never let that interfere with
us.  I swear!"
 "Did you like making love to her?"
 "Yes.  I did.  I wish you could have loved her too."
 "She has no interest in me, but she does in you.  And you do in her.  Would
you like to be with her?"
 "What do you mean?"
 "I mean would you like being with her!"
 "I guess a little, but Paul I want you more!"
 "Would you make love with her every night if you could?"
 "Paul...I don't understand."
 "Would you make love every night?"
 "I don't know.  I guess when ever the mood was right.  Paul, please can't
you tell me what this is all about?"
 "What's she doing?"
 "What?"
 "What is Rebeca doing after highschool?"
 "Paul, what's this all about?"
 "What is she doing after highschool, is she going to college, university,
working, what?"
 "I think she's going to the U of T."
 "In the city then?"
 "Yes.  I think so, why?"
 "Would you like to have her as your lover?"
 "Paul!  I want you as my lover!  My husband!"
 "Would you want her as your mistress?"
 "Paul, please what's this all about?  Tell me!" I demanded sinking my
fingers into his solid shoulders while he was rubbing my breasts.
 "Sandra would you like having an affair with her?"
 "Not if it meant losing you.  I can't afford to do that again!"
 "What if I told you that I wanted you to have her, and come home to me
afterwards.  Would you have her as your lover?"
 "Paul!"
 "Sandra, please answer the question!"
 "I guess," I said softly leaning my forehead against his.  "Paul...I love
you!"
 "I love you too Sandra.  I love you so much, I want you to have everything
your heart desires, and if that includes Rebeca so be it."
 "Paul, I don't want to be sharing myself like that.  Not when it meant
coming home to you, not like that.  I couldn't bare how it would feel,
coming home, to our home.  Greeting you at the door and you thinking to
yourself 'I wonder if she still has energy for me, since she spent the whole
day in bed with that slut of a friend of hers!'
 "Paul!  I've finally managed to get things set straight in my life.  No
matter how much I want to I couldn't do that to you...to us right now.  Not
after what we've both been through.  It's too soon to even think about
adding that into our relationship!"
 "You wouldn't want her then?"
 "Yes I would, but not at the expense of us!  Paul your everything I've ever
wanted in life, I've finally got you back.  I can finally caress that
beautiful chest of yours," I said starting to follow through with the actual
motions.  "I can finally kiss those sensuous lips of yours!  And we can
finally make love again."
 I got out of the tub and pulled him along behind me until I could push him
back onto the bed.  "You see this," I said spreading my legs and rubbing my
cunt.  "This has been apart from you so long that it doesn't want to leave.
This is for you from now till forever.  All of me Paul, is yours, forever
and ever!"  I crawled over top of him and finally lowered myself down onto
his firm manhood.
 "And no matter what happens," I moaned grinding against him for the
thousandth time.  "This is where I belong.  Where we belong!  Loving each
other for eternity!  Making babies Paul, can't you feel we belong together
as much as me."
 "Of course I do," he whispered running his fingers through my auburn hair.
He rolled us over so he was on top of me, taking up the strokes.  "But I
love you, and I know that when we move out of the house together...your also
going to miss Laura, and Angela...and all the loving the three of you have
shared.  Momma Sandi taught you, ingrained in you your sex.
 "Sandra, I've known all my life that your true nature was bi-sexual.
You've grown up with that.  I could provide the best life I could for you,
and we could have a beautiful wonderful life.  But I'd always know that
there would be a part of you that wasn't totally being fulfilled.
 "You've seen our mothers loving each other.  I know I could never
completely make you happy on my own.  I hate that fact but it is true, it's
who and what you are.  And I love you all the more for it, because it's part
of what makes you you!
 "If Rebeca can provide you that happiness, I want you to have it too.  You
deserve the world Sandra, and I want you to have it, and everything that
makes you feel happy.  Because I'll never be happy knowing that you
weren't."
 "I love you," I groaned as he thrust into me harder.  "Paul I'll always be
happy with you!"
 "I love you Sandra," he grunted thrusting into me one last time before we
both came together.  We laid in the bed kissing and caressing each other
until check out time quickly approached.
 When it did arrive we gathered our stuff up and quickly grabbed a cab still
holding onto each other tightly, the cabby asked if we were newly weds, and
told us he thought so when we told him yes.  We kissed and squeezed each
other's hands until the cabby dropped us off at our door.
 Mom and Dad were lying on the couch together watching Paul and my first
mating, cuddling each other.  They smiled when  they saw that we were
holding hands and Mom told Dad that she told him so!  Like there was any
doubt.  The only thing that either of us said was that we'd see them Monday
before we retired for the rest of the weekend to Paul's bed to make love.
 Mom came in once and gave us a tray of meat and some bottles of water but
was gone before we really even noticed her.  The weekend passed too quickly
so we spent a good portion of Monday morning in bed too.
 I talked to Rebeca and explained why she couldn't make love to Paul,
although she was more interested in kissing me.  In the end we decided to
skip the afternoon together and go swimming.  Rebeca "accidentally" lost her
top twice, and we did feel each other up quite a bit under the water.
 We'd dive under the water and kiss and rub up against each other.  When it
came time to showering we were both extremely horny.  "Let's do something,"
Rebeca said standing under the hot water of the shower and kissing my lips
while wrapping her arms around my neck.
 "What did you have in mind," I asked grinning at her as her hands slipped
around behind my back and tugged at the strings of my top freeing my
breasts.  "Oh?  Is that what you want to do?"
 "Uh-huh," she said softly biting her bottom lip.
 "Well, then your going to have to thank Paul."
 "Why?" she whispered running her hands down my sides resting them on my
hips.
 "He spent quite a long time convincing me that I should make love to you
whenever I want."
 "He did?  Don't you want to...the two of us...I mean...."
 "Yes, but I wouldn't risk Paul again for anyone!  Not even for you."
 "You love him a lot don't you?" she asked pushing down my bikini bottom
while kneeling down infront of me.
 "Yes.  I've known that he was mine and I was his long before we were even
born."
 "Really," she whispered kissing my stomach.
 "Yes!  Paul and I were meant for each other, from day one.  That's why I
can't risk losing him again.  He fills my heart and soul with so much joy,
just seeing him makes me happy."
 "Your so smooth," she whispered stroking my pussy.  "Like silk!  How do you
shave it so clean?"
 "I didn't...I mean I don't...I had it removed a couple of weeks ago."
 "You mean it won't grow back," she asked almost astonished before kissing
where my pubic hair had been.
 "No.  I had got it done for Paul.  He loved it when I used to shave it
before.  He said he liked it because it reminded him of when we were young."
 "Your mock-mating?" she asked softly pressing my legs apart a little as I
leaned back against the wall.
 "Uh-huh," I gasped just as she pressed her lips against my vulva in a kiss.
 "How long did you two mock-mate?" she whispered rubbing my clitoris with
her thumb.
 "When we were six months old and we could move around a little crawling
Paul bent the bars in his crib.  He got out of it and crawled all the way to
my room...oh god that feels good...."
 "He bent the bars and crawled to you?"
 "Oh yeah..." I moaned enjoying the little movements her tongue was first
making on me.  "Yes, he did.  When he got to my crib he bent the bars there
too.  His diaper was missing when he bent the bars back to the way they had
been before he had climbed in.  His penis was erect...."  She pulled her
wonderful lips away from me and looked up into my eyes.
 "At six months?"
 "Yes!  He pulled the covers back, tore my diaper off.  Then we joined.  We
knew what to do, because we had seen our parents together so many times.  We
rolled around in our crib joined at the pelvis for most of the night.  Even
way back then he felt so good.  I feel so whole when we're joined like
that."
 She kissed me again lowering her head so she was back between my legs and
slurped at me for a second.  She pulled away for a second, just long enough
to ask "What happened?"
 "When morning came, Momma Sandi I think she was upset because she hadn't
found Paul in his crib and neither of us had cried out during the night to
be fed.  I remember...Paully wrapped protectively around me...her looking at
us...then smiling when she pulled the blanket back and saw we were joined
even in our spoon position."
 "That's amazing," Rebeca said softly kissing my pussy again.
 "Yes...he is," I moaned dreamily before her fingers slid inside me and her
pleasuring picked up so quickly.  The pressure built up beautifully filling
me with such an incredible feeling.  "Make me cum," I begged running my
hands through her hair, pressing her tighter against me.  "Come on do it!"
 Her lips closed over my clitoris and she noisily began sucking on it the
pleasure ran through my body rampantly.  "You taste so good," she whispered,
and I knew she had tasted the fluid my clitoris emitted when I got excited.
 Momma Sandi's didn't, nor did Momma Daniel's but my sisters did.  We all
excreted liquid from our clitoris'.  Momma Sandi said we had little holes at
the end, after she had inspected me.
 All she had said about it was that we were special.  She had inspected both
of my sisters too, they both had the hole's but when they were excited they
didn't excrete, then when Laura and I had been in bed she was excreting it
then because she had come of age.
 And the liquid that she emitted was so...so delicious...so satisfying...so
succulent...so sexually stimulating...I had spent hours between her legs,
and she hadn't complained she told me that as long as she could drink from
mine she didn't care.
 Rebeca had me screaming in pleasure in the end, screaming loud enough to
attract attention.  A female life guard came in and pulled her lips off of
me.  I begged for her to let Rebeca finish.  I begged and pleaded, but she
wouldn't listen.  I started masturbating.  My body demanded to release the
built up excitement.
 The lifeguard grabbed at my hand to try and make me stop but she couldn't
stop me.  I started forcefully using her hand to rub me.  She shouted at me
to stop, pain etched across her face.  I pushed two of her fingers inside me
and she screamed.  I started rubbing myself against her palm, humping
against it while holding her hand steady while she tried pounding at me with
her free hand.
 I growled at her and humped faster driving myself faster and faster to the
moment I longed for.  She screamed, cussed punched me until I finally felt
my womb melt against her hand in a blissful orgasm.
 When I released her she cradled her hand and only after a second I realized
that he fingers that I had used were twisted out of shape.  She screamed and
ran out of the shower nearly slipping and falling on her way out.
 I hadn't thought that I had exerted any strength on her and it kind of left
me dazed.  "Come on we better get out of here," Rebeca said grabbing at my
arm and scooping up my swim suit.
 Somehow she guided me into the dressing room and we got into our clothes.
She rushed me completely out of the pool building before I came back to my
senses.  "How did you do that, she was nearly twice your size," Rebeca said
breathlessly after she had gotten me into her car.
 "It's just the way I am," I told her softly as she started the car up.
"It's the way my whole family is."
 "Your all that strong?"
  "Well I'm weaker than Paul, and I don't think he's as strong as Dad is.
And the rest of us are at different spots but the boys are the strongest."
 "Do they...do they beat yous?"
 "No, of course not!  We all bite of course but that's different!"
 "You bite...you mean I wasn't dreaming about when you two were in bed and
you...you...bit Paul?"
 "No!  That happened.  He really tastes good...my whole family does...though
Mom and Dad really haven't let us bite them!"
 "Your families sick!"
 "No there not, we're just different than yours!"
 "And everyone else's on the planet!  And what about the fact that you have
two mothers!"
 "Had..." I said solemnly.  "What's wrong with that!  They both loved us the
same!  They both treated us the same.  We grew up knowing who our birth
mother's were and then were taught to forget it.  Because it didn't make any
difference!  We fed from both of their breasts.  They both treated us as
their own children!  And we are...we were!
 "My Dad loved them both a lot, so much that I couldn't even put it into
words.  He felt like I do towards Paul but with both of them.  He still
feels like that to Mom only stronger.
 "Mothers' day, we all payed tribute to both of them.  It didn't make a
difference from which womb we came from.  We all felt like we all came from
both of them!  You could never understand, why should I even try to
explain!"
 "I'm sorry...I do, kind of.  I know your families different, I've known it
nearly from the day we met.  It just kind of...well...I guess its because
your different that it kind of bugs me a little.  I could never do what you
do with Paul with Laurence!"
 "Well...that's just because you've never really even thought about it."
 "No...it's not, after Friday night, when I got home Saturday I really
looked him over.  I just couldn't imagine him in that kind of way."
 "It doesn't really make any difference for you, our lines really just
starting and that's why Momma Sandi wanted to make sure that we were bound
together.  I didn't realize before, but I do now.  I know why it was so
important to her."
 "It was important to your mother that you mated with your brother?"
 "Yes, and she was always there to encourage us.  It would have broken her
heart if she had of known that we spent that time apart."
 "What do you mean she encourage...."
 "I don't really want to talk any more about her...please!"
 "All right, we're almost at your house anyway!"
 "Do you want to come in?  I don't think anyone else is home!  I think Mom
went with Dad to the bar today!"
 "No...I think I should be getting home myself...besides Paul will be home
any time for you!"
 "I'd love to have you between my legs again just once all the way with out
interruptions!"
 "I will, soon, ok?  I really should get home!"
 "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow at school!"
 "Fine, see you then," she said as she set the car down on the landing pad.
 "Bye," I said softly before leaning towards her and kissing her lips and
rubbing one of her breasts.
 "Bye," she whispered and I could feel her eyes on me all the way to the
door.
 "I can't wait till Paul gets home," I said softly to myself as I went
inside.  Mom and Dad were just inside the door naked as blue jays and making
love.  It was beautiful and there open legs were facing me.  I had the
perfect view of their joining.
 Mom was moaning, and Dad was grunting.  They didn't even notice that I was
there.  They looked so happy!  I really couldn't wait till Paul got home
after that.  I would have loved to take my clothes off and have Dad make
love to me, but Paul was the one that I wanted.
 I don't think Dad felt it but I couldn't resist bending down and just
giving his ass one little kiss and just touching the tip of his mane.  What
I really wanted to do was touch where they were joined, but I fought myself
over that until I ended up deciding not to disturb them that much.
 I quickly made my way upstairs and grabbed a shower to cool myself down a
little and wash out what was left of the chlorine out of my hair.
 When I left the washroom dressed in nothing more than a towel wrapped
around me I could hear that Mom and Dad had changed locations and we're now
in their bedroom, still at it.  I went down to Paul's room and dropped my
towel on the floor after the door had swooshed shut and slipped under the
single sheet.
 I laid there waiting for him to get home, his scent was all over the sheets
and the room.  It smelt so good and so warm and comforting.  It made me
drowsy, and excited at the same time.  I rubbed my stomach for a few moments
hoping that it would be full with a planted seed soon.
 I drifted off after awhile and awoke at the sound of soft mumbling male
voices and the door opening.  "...did you see the way Janet was looking
at..." Fred said, Paul's best friend.  "Your sister's in your bed man...and
she's naked!"
 "Sandra," Paul said surprised turning and looking towards the bed.  I
clutched the sheet higher when I noticed that my breasts were exposed for
Fred's prying eyes.  "What are you doing here?"
 "Waiting for you!  I must have fallen asleep."
 "Why's she waiting for you," Fred said dumbly.  He hadn't know about Paul
and me, at least I had never thought so.  He had never let on that he did.
"You two ain't...I mean your not...."
 "Hi Fred," I said softly.
 "Hi," he mumbled not turning his gaze from Paul.
 "I guess this was a bad idea," I said moving to get out of the bed.  "I
didn't know you were going to be bringing home company!"
 "I didn't know you were going to be here.  I figured that when you skipped
this afternoon with Rebeca that I wouldn't see you again till tonight!"
 "I guess I should go then," I said standing up wrapping the sheet around
me.
 "No, don't!" Paul said quickly, looking me in the eyes.  "Fred would you go
wait for me in the dining room?"
 "You two ain't going to...."
 "Fred please!"
 "This is sick!" Fred snapped.
 "She's my wife!" Paul told him sharply baring his angry gaze down at his
best friend.
 "Your wife?" Fred asked stunned.
 "His wife...his mate...his friend...his lover..." I said softly and he
turned to look at me.  "I'm all of that and more!"  I dropped the sheet.
"This body is his, it belongs to him.  Body and soul.  I am his, and he mine
for all of time!"
 Fred was open mouthed, whether it was astonishment or because of the way he
had looked over me I had no idea, nor did I really care.  "Do your parents
know!" he demanded.
 "Yes, of course they do!" Paul told him sharply while I moved to the both
of them and stood infront of Paul.
 "Paul, I need you," I whispered into his ear leaning against his solid
chest.  "I need you inside me!"
 "Oh Sandra, why now?" he whispered back wrapping his arms around my waist
and lifting me up so he could kiss me.
 "I'm out of here, I've got to tell someone about this, this isn't right!"
Fred said and backed towards the door.
 "Fred, don't!" I told him trying to remain calm.  Trying to hide the fact
that I wanted to tear him into little bits so I could be with Paul sooner.
 "Why shouldn't I?" he demanded.
 "Because..." I said softly kissing Paul for forgiveness  for what I was
going to do.  "I'll show you the best time you've ever had!"
 "No," Paul said softly, so only I could hear.  "Don't!"
 "Paul if he won't tell!"
 "Who's he going to tell?"
 "Paul, I don't care...if there's any chance that his telling someone can
separate us, I don't want to risk it!"
 "Sandra please, don't!"
 "Paul this is for us!"
 "Sandra, don't please!"
 "Paul, it's for us!"
 "No, I'd sooner beat him to a bloody pile of bones than to have him...with
you!"
 "Paul, that won't solve the problem!  Let him have ten minutes with me and
he won't remember his name when I'm through!"
 "Ten minutes huh?" Fred said, he'd obviously been eavesdropping.  "I think
it will take a little longer than that!"
 "Paul?  For us!"
 "Sandra!"
 "Paul, if it will keep us together I'll do it!  Please Paul.  I love you so
much.  I couldn't risk losing you again!"
 He looked so torn, I couldn't believe I was doing this to him.  The fact
was that I didn't want to do it at all, but if it kept Fred from talking.
At least Rebeca was a lot more understanding.
 "Ten minutes?" Paul whispered.
 "Less if I can, please Paul, then we can be in each others arms for the
rest of our lives!"
 "Ok."  It was so low it was almost inaudible.  I felt so bad doing this to
him, after all we had gone through just to get back together!
 "Paul, why don't you leave honey," I whispered kissing his chin.  "It won't
be long!"  Silently he turned and left his own room.  He looked so sad!
 "Do you have protection?" I asked Fred solemnly.
 "No, you want to do this right now?"
 "No time like the present, but if you don't have any protection you can't
put it inside me!  You can use my tits, or I can take you in my mouth..." I
said horrified at the idea.
 He pulled me towards him and started fingering one of my breasts.  It felt
horrible then just as his mouth was closing on mine Paul came back through
the bedroom door and shouted "NO!  I won't let you do this Sandra."  He
pulled me away from Fred with enough force to stumble me back onto the bed.
"Look Fred your simply not going to tell anyone, understood!"
 "And why shouldn't I?" Fred demanded.
 "For one, your my best friend.  Two, if you do, no one will ever find your
body!" Paul said seriously and very very angrily.
 I don't think Fred knew Paul's full strength but he knew he was strong from
all the times that the two of them would push each other around.  "You know,
I'd never really tell," Fred said with a little tinge of fear in his voice.
"I think what ever the two of you's are doing is just fine."
 "Good, I thought that's what you'd think," Paul said with a little bit of a
smile on his face patting his friend on the back.  "Why don't you go home
and have dinner, we'll pick you up afterwards, ok?"
 "Yeah...yeah sure!" Fred said before backing towards the door.
 "Bye Fred," I said softly thanking God that I hadn't had to do anything
with him.
 "Yeah...bye," he said quickly and left Paul's room.
 "And you, I don't want you ever to do that again!" Paul said looking at me.
 "I don't ever want to do it again, I didn't want to do it this time.  I
only want you Paul!"
 "That's good to hear," he said unbuttoning his shirt.
 "I love you Paully," I told him sliding up on the bed a little watching him
take off his shorts. "I love you too, gorgeous!" he said climbing onto the
bed after losing his underwear.  "Now what were you talking about a minute
ago?"
 "Nothing much," I said smiling as he lowered himself down onto me kissing
my lips.
 "No...I thought you said something about you and me and being inside
something...."
 "Paully," I said playfully swatting his shoulder.  "You know exactly what I
said!"
 "Maybe...maybe not!  Why don't you tell me again!"
 "I need you," I whispered as he lowered his lips and kissed me again.  "I
need you inside me!"
 "What?" Paul said smiling.  "I didn't quite catch that."
 "Paully!"
 "What?" he asked innocently.
 "Stop it!"
 "Stop what?"
 "Stop fooling around and make love to me!"
 "Is that what you want?"
 "Please!  For ever and ever Paully!"
 "Are you sure," he asked kissing me again.
 "Paully, please!!!!!"
 "Are you absolutely sure?"
 "More than anything else in my entire life!"
 "Fred probably thinks we've got to be the weirdest couple he's ever seen!"
 "Paully," I said cupping his chin in my hand turning him  and kissing him.
"Shut up and make love to me."
 "Aggressive aren't you," he said grinning.  "I like that!"
 "Oh yeah," I said lifting him up and slamming him down on the bed beside
me.  I climbed on top of his chest and kissed him again.  "You want it rough
do you?"
 He grinned as I pushed his arms back behind his head and held him there and
kissed his lips.  "I'll give you rough!  Wait here for a second!"  I got up
off of him and started digging around in his closet till I found what I was
looking for.
 "Rough huh?" I grinned grabbing his foot and pulling it towards the corner
of the bed which I quickly tied down to the bed with his belt.
 He watched me excitedly as I tied the rest of his limbs down to the bed and
taking an elastic that I found on his desk and slipping it over his penis
and testicles.  The elastic bit into his flesh especially when I snapped it
for good measures.
 "How rough do you want it Paully," I asked picking up the fifth belt and
folding it in half and bringing it down like a whip across his chest with a
resounding thwack.
 "Harder," he said staring at me.  I hit him again across the shoulders
sitting down on his erect member.  "Harder!"  I brought it down again across
his legs as hard as I could leaving a long red streak across his golden
hide.
 "Again," he groaned and I brought it down on his other side while starting
to roughly riding him.  He was turning harder under me even though he was
already stiff with each whipping I gave him.
 I found it so unbelievably exciting, his body writhing beneath me giving me
pleasure while I was delivering pain to him.  It was so exhilarating and he
loved the pain, he relished in it and so did I!
 I loved the look it put on his face.  The way he cried out for more.  The
way he moved, the way he was screaming out for more as he started getting
that look on his face.  The look that meant I was going to be getting
something warm and loving from him.
 "What the hell's going on in...." Dad demanded coming through the door as I
whipped Paul's leg again.  "What are you doing girl," he asked grabbing the
belt from me.
 "Dad, give it back!" I shouted reaching for the belt which he quickly
pulled back.  "Pleassseeee!!!!"
 "Give it to her," Paul breathed still bucking up against me.  Slowly Dad
gave it back and I brought it back down across Paul's chest and he let out a
groan.  I heard the door close and started moving against Paul as if our
lives we're on the line.
 "Harder Sandra!" Paul demanded and I whipped his chest again putting
everything I could behind me.  "Again!"
 I brought it down behind me streaking down over my ass, down over the back
of my vulva with the tip striking Paul's testicles.  Paul moaned and thrust
up harder to meet my vagina with more force sending tingling waves of
pleasure all through my body.
 I whipped him again with a grunt throwing every last bit of strength I had
into it.  "Give it to me Paul," I told him whipping him repeatedly.
 "Give it to me!" I cried out as he started spraying inside me while my
muscles started convulsing around him in orgasm.  I dropped the belt over
the side of the bed and collapsed panting on top of his chest.  I kissed his
lips and stretched to reach the belts that held his arms.
 When I got his arms out he wrapped them around me holding and kissing me,
smiling.  I moved from him and undid the belts on his legs and then quickly
returned to his chest smiling as he wrapped himself around me.
 "Rough enough for you," I asked smiling before he kissed me.
 "Never," he said with a laugh as he hugged me.  "Your wonderful Sandra!"
 "So are you Paully," I whispered kissing his lips rolling to his side
before kissing his chest.  "I'm glad we're finally back together!"
 "So am I," he whispered hugging me tight to him.  "How was your afternoon
with Rebeca?"
 "All right, I guess," I said kissing him again.  "How about yours?"
 "Did you two get a chance to...."
 "No Paully, not really anyway!"
 "Well, we're going to have to find a way to change that!"
 "Paully, why is it so important that Rebeca and I have sex?"
 "Because you want it," he said softly kissing my temple.
 "But really Paully, it doesn't mean that much to me, I'd rather have you!"
 "Oh baby, I love you!"
 "I love you too Paul but why do I have to have sex with her?"
 "You don't, not if you don't want to.  I just thought that you'd like it.
You've been thinking about doing her for a long time."
 "I have not," I said smacking his chest and moving away from him a little.
 "You have so," he said and hugged me close again laughing.  "Don't try to
deny it!"
 "All right," I said with a giggle.  "I won't!  Where are you going
tonight?"
 "What?"
 "You said you'd meet Fred later, where are you going?"
 "To play football!"
 "What?  Your too big to play against anyone, if you do they don't stand
very much of a chance!  You'll just hurt them!"
 "I won't play as hard as I can, nor will Clark or Brad."
 "There going too?"
 "Yes, the three of us plus Fred and a couple other guys are going to play
against another team!"
 "Where?"
 "On the school field, no one's using it tonight!"
 "Can I go?"
 "No, you stay here!"
 "In bed?"
 "Well, no, just around home!"
 "Why?  Why can't I go watch?  I'd like to see you play!  Besides, you never
tried out for the football team, why now?"
 "Honey, I love you, but you ask too many questions," he said with a chuckle
kissing me.  "It's just too dangerous for you!"
 "Too dangerous for me, who are you trying to kid!  I'm as strong as the
entire damn football team combined, and it's too dangerous for me, a game of
football!  Laura and I could run circles around all of you boys!"
 "Sandra!  Come on, don't start up like this, please, such a beautiful few
minutes and we've got to start arguing!"
 "Few minutes, that shows as much as you know.  Take a look at the clock
Paully!"  Two hours had passed since we'd first gotten into bed.
 "Shit, I should already be out of here!  Clark!  Brad!  COME ON WE GOT TO
GO!!!!"
 "Paully, don't go!  Please!"
 "I've got to!  Fred's probably already waiting for us!"
 "Take me with you!"
 "Sandra NO!  I'll be back in a little bit.  I promise.  Then we'll light
the night on fire!" he said grinning and kissing the tip of my nose while
slipping out of bed.
 "Paully, you haven't even eaten!"
 "I know, I'll have something when I get back!"
 "NO!  You won't leave here hungry."
 "Sandra, I've got to go!  I don't have time for...."
 "Paully come on, I want to feed you!" I said sitting up and filling my own
breasts.  "The first time Paully, come on!"
 "You mean...."
 "Yes, come on," I said patting the bed beside me.  "Come drink!"  The first
time!  He sat down where I had told him to and he leaned back and took my
closest nipple in his mouth and started suckling while I rubbed the hardness
in his jeans.
 It felt so different from him just kissing and licking my nipples.  The
milk passing through my nipples ignited a fire in me that I can't even
explain.  He emptied my breasts and kissed my lips before smiling and
leaving the bedroom.  Leaving me extremely turned on.
 I grabbed the robe that I kept in his closet and followed him to the front
door and kissed him again before letting him go out the door.  My two little
brothers each kissed me not failing to slip their hands up into the folds of
my robe and rubbing my breasts.
 When they were gone Laura took my hand in hers and squeezed it.  Both of us
had seen it fit that we should see our men off, and both of us were in our
robes.
 "What should we do for the rest of the night," I asked as we went upstairs.
 "Why don't we talk, you haven't really said anything about you and Paul.
Are you two's back together or not?"
 "Yes," I said happily as the first sounds of a sob reached me.  "Angela?"
 "What?" she sniffed sitting naked on her bed.
 "What's wrong honey," I said while Laura and I entered Angela and Clark's
bedroom.
 "Nothing," she said wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her little
hands.
 "Then why are you crying," Laura asked as we sat down on the bed next to
her.
 "Clark said we'd spend the whole night together, and now he's...."
 "Gone out," I finished wrapping my arm around her and hugging her as she
nodded.
 "Why don't the three of us wait together for them to come back," Laura said
taking off her robe and revealing her twelve year old body.
 "Yeah, then it won't seem as long," I confirmed taking off my own robe.
"And they'll be back in our arms again!  How are you and Clark getting along
anyway?  It's been a long time since I've talked with you!"
 "Clark's really big!" she said excitedly as Laura laid her on her back on
the bed while I spread my little sisters legs apart and started kissing her.
"And sometimes he hurts me...I know he doesn't mean to.  But he's heavy and
when he gets on top of me, sometimes he forgets how small I am."
 "Do you want us to talk to him," Laura whispered brushing Angela's golden
hair back and kissing her little neck.
 "No, I know he doesn't mean to hurt me!  He just doesn't realize how strong
he is.  But he loves me and I love him, especially when he gives me
his...semen.  It makes me feel so good when it's inside me making me all
warm and cosy."
 "He's got seed now," I asked surprised.
 "Uh-huh," Angela gasped as I clamped my lips down around her little pussy.
"You should be able to...taste him...he gave me some before he left.  He
promised me that he'd give me a bath when he got back and that we'd play
some more before he gave me more."
 "Mmm...you two taste good together Angela!" I told her softly, smiling up
at her little face.
 "Thank you," she whispered moaning.  Silently her little body had a small
orgasm.  She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair before Laura kissed
her lips.
 "See it's not so bad that they left us all alone to play football now is
it?"
 "They're not playing football," Angela said softly before Laura gave her
another small kiss.
 "Then where are they?"
 "They went to fight."
 "WHAT?" Laura said quickly looking at her.
 "They went to fight some boys from school!"
 "Who told you that," I asked her.
 "Clark.  He said I shouldn't worry and that he'd be back as quickly as...."
 "Did he say where the fight was going to be," Laura asked her turning her
head so she was looking at her.
 "No!"
 "Paul, said they were going to play football on the field, maybe they
didn't completely lie!  Maybe there at the school."
 "Why would they lie to us?" Laura asked.
 "I don't know," I said getting up off of the bed.
 "What are you going to do," Angela asked softly.
 "We are going to go find them," Laura said "and drag their sorry butts back
here before they get themselves hurt!"
 "I'm going too," Angela said getting up.
 "No, you stay here!"
 "I want to go!"
 "Your too little," Laura told her.
 "I'm going!"
 "Angela, come on, you stay here honey," I told her while she continued to
get up and start pulling clothes out of a dresser drawer.
 "No," she said angrily spinning around on her ankle.  "See this!"  She
clasped the little necklace that Clark had given her for her birthday in her
little hand.  "He's my man, I want to go too!  If you's are going your
taking me with you!"
 "All right," Laura said caving in.  "But be quick!"  Angela turned back to
her dresser smiling while Laura and I rushed to our own rooms to dress.
 Five minutes later we were all heading out the door running towards the
football field.  Angela's five year old little legs managed somehow to keep
up with us and we all collided into the fence almost at the same time
another five minutes later.
 We went through the gate and scanned the field before finding the boys down
at the end field.  All of our brothers were standing bravely on their feet
while their opposition was baring down on them.  However Fred and the other
two weren't faring as well at the bottom of three different piles.
 They had to be out numbered by what looked like at least ten to one.  Clark
went down as four of the other guys hit him in the chest and Angela screamed
like a banshee before taking after the guys who knocked Clark over and
started throwing them all around.
 When she had the handful of them cleared she promptly placed the biggest
kiss she could on his lips.  But it didn't last as long as she would have
hoped being pulled off of him by four guys.
 Laura squeezed my hand and tried to give me a smile before following Angela
to help Brad.  Angela was handling them better than Fred was who was having
the snot pounded out of him.  Paul on the other hand, looked handsome, shirt
torn nearly to shreds punching one guy infront of him who had to be a
football player.
 "If he isn't dead when they get through with him, I'm going to kill him," I
whispered to myself before going over and digging Fred out.  Knocking the
guys that were on him to the fifty yard line.  Fred looked at me through his
unswelling eye for a second before going to help his other two friends out
of their mess.
 One of the guys came up from behind and grabbed at me.  I promptly elbowed
him in the stomach knocking him back a little.  When I turned around to look
at him one of the other guys punched me in the stomach and before even
thinking about it I punched him back, once, as hard as I could.  I heard the
crackling of ribs before the blow sent him back to the other end line.
 A group of guys had Laura pinned down and we're trying to get her clothes
off.  "THAT'S IT," I screamed and tore at my own clothes until I was naked.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"  Then I howled.
 The guys that we're on top of Laura gave up and came after me, thinking I
was easier prey.  I bent over so that I was on all fours and leapt at them.
They didn't know what hit them.  I bowled them over like bowling pins
breaking ever bone I could in their little bodies.
 I took a quick glance over at Laura to make sure she was all right and got
a wicked smile from her while she was stripping out of her own clothes.  I
turned and found Clark struggling to get passed the guys that were holding
him and caught the first one in the back of the knee with a solid fist.  The
second one I caught in the ass with my other fist.
 A third I sunk my teeth into a rather fatty stomach.  One after one I
pounded until they were on the ground around Clark.  "Let's get out of
here," I heard someone shout from the seventy five yard line.  I glanced
around and was satisfied enough that the rest were in safe enough hands and
I tore at the guy.
 I hit him at full speed tackling him so that we both ended up rolling over
each other.  He ended up on top.  "Now I got you you little wench!"
 "Nice try," I hissed wrapping my legs around his buttocks.
 "Sandra?" he said just as I started squeezing the life out of him.
 "Tommy," I asked getting a good look at him.  One of my first boyfriends.
 "What the hell are you doing?"
 "What the hell are you doing here!" I demanded.
 "It's been a long time since I had you like this," he whispered looking
down at my breasts.  "Is your cunt still as sweet?  Let's get out of here
and do it!"
 "Bastard," I hissed and punched him, knocking him out cold.  His sad little
body flopped down until his head was resting between my breasts.  I pushed
him off of me and managed to get back up so that I was on one set of
knuckles and my knees looking down at the end field.
 Stacks of bodies lay strewn about with only a few left that were being
taken care of by Paul while Brad happily groped Laura and kissing her.
 Clark had lifted Angela up so that he could kiss her little lips.  Fred and
the other two were sitting together groaning and holding themselves in pain.
Paul hit the last one to the ground and quickly looked over the bodies
before his eyes found me, and he smiled.
 The good for nothing louse actually smiled.  I ran for him as fast as I
could, and he waited for me, and waited, and waited...then his smile
disappeared when he noticed I wasn't stopping and ran into him full force
knocking him back off of his feet.
 The feet that he had stayed on all through out the damned fight.  "What the
hell was that for," he demanded looking up at me.
 "You lied to me, that's what's the matter you
good-for-nothing-stupid-piece-of-worthless...."
 "Come on honey," he said getting up onto his feet laughing and moving so he
was standing infront of me.
 "You...you asshole!" I shouted before punching his chest a few dozen times
with my fists.
 "Are you finished," he asked looking down at me.
 "No!" I shouted and stomped on his foot, kneed him in the face, kicked him
in the shin, and kneed him in the groin, and then knocked him to the ground.
"There now I'm done!"
 "Oh God Sandra, that hurt," Paul complained from where he was lying holding
himself.
 "Damn right it did now you wait till I give you round two!"
 "No...no more, please!"
 "Then you tell me why you lied to me!  Why you went out to fight!  Damn it
Paul why!" I shouted kicking him in the chest for good measures.
 "Sandra, please, let's go home.  Fred, Barney, and Cameron, don't look so
good, and I'm not exactly feeling so good either now."  I hadn't noticed who
the other two had been until Paul had said there names both of them I had
dated and used for sex during our separation.
 "No, tell me what the hell you's were out here fighting over!" I told him
starting out a kick.
 "All right, I'll tell you but not here!  Let's go to the Snak Shop,
together.  Just you and me, and I'll explain.  Please, before any of these
guys wake up!"
 "PAUL!"
 "SANDRA!  Get dressed and let's go.  Come on, please!"
 "Fine," I huffed and found what was left of my torn rags.  At least by the
looks of Laura she had taken better care, taking hers off.   My blouse was
completely shredded and I rarely had  a bra on and now wasn't any different.
My jeans were torn in a few new places, but they still stayed on.
 "Here," Paul said holding out his school jacket for me.  "Put this on."
 "Thanks," I said softly trying my hardest not to melt against his warm
luscious body.
 "Now tell me," I demanded after the six of us had dropped Fred and my two
ex-lovers off at their houses, all broken up and got safely into a Snak Shop
booth with a pizza on the way.
 "As long as you promise not to hit me again," he said with a chuckle before
I kicked his shin under the table.  "All right, already!"
 "Sandra, I never realized before tonight how many guys you actually slept
with.
 "WHAT!" I demanded after a moment of complete silence at our tables and
stares at Paul.
 "Every guy on that damn field you slept with, save one, poor Fred.  Maybe
you'll change that yet too!"
 "You...you...."
 "We fought tonight Sandra because I didn't believe it, so did Clark and
Brad.  Fred was there because he was my best friend, and those other two
they thought you weren't that bad either.  When they all showed up after I
told everyone that I wanted to fight anyone that thought you were a slut
tonight I never expected so many people.  None of us did!"
 Everyone's eyes were on me waiting expectantly for me to give some sort of
response.  "I never would have believed what everyone was saying.  I still
have a hard time thinking that all of those guys you've....  Damn it
Sandra!"
 "Large meat lovers pizza!" the waiter said setting the hot gooey feast down
in the centre of the table.  Suddenly I wasn't feeling as hungry as I had
thought I had been.  I felt even less to say anything.  Paul was right I had
been with a lot of boys and he had fought over my honor, as cliche as it
was.  But that wasn't the topic.
 "Paul, I know I've been with a lot of boys," I said watching him eat a long
slice of what looked like delicious pizza.  "All of us know that, we all
also know the reason I was with them.  But that's not the point, why did you
lie to me about where you were going!"
 "I didn't...well not exactly.  I went to the school football field.  I used
my foot.  The only difference is that I didn't exactly use the kind of ball
you thought I was using."
 "Paul!  You went to fight, you didn't go to play a sport, there's a big
difference!"
 "It's not that they used to be your...lovers!"
 "No!  That's got nothing to do with this Paul, you lied to me!  I threw as
many of them around as you did!  We finally get together, and the first
thing you do is lie to me!"
 "Lie to you?  Give me a break Sandra, you slept with enough guys to make an
entire army!"
 "Damn it Paul, why does it always come back to that!  You know I did it.  I
know I did it.  Everyone at this table knows I did it!  But what choice did
you really give me?"
 "You slept with Robert Hanson first!"
 "Damn it Paul, that was a long time ago.  A long time that I want to put
behind me, behind us!  You know why I did it, I was weak, I was vulnerable,
Robert was there.  If it had of been you or anyone else I still would have
done it with whoever was there at the time!"
 "Sandra that's no excuse!" he said throwing his slice of pizza down on the
napkin infront of him.
 "No it's not!  But it was no reason for you to make me feel like such an
outcast, locking everyone away from me, locking me away from you!  How fair
was that, what the hell did you expect me to do when you did that?"
 "I don't know, but not what you did!"
 "Then why didn't you tell me not to when you knew what I was doing!"
 "Because!"
 "Because why?"
 "Because I thought you enjoyed screwing them!"
 "I didn't Paul, the entire time I kept thinking about you!  There's been so
many nights that I longed for you just to hold me and you wouldn't even look
at me.  I would have killed just to have one kiss from you when you avoided
me at school."
 "Sandra, why didn't you say anything?"
 "I wanted to, I wanted to so much.  But you wouldn't even let me get close
enough to say bless you!  When you finally accepted to go to the prom with
me I was so relieved I was sure that you never would have agreed!  But when
you did...."
 "You rented that suite."
 "No, I had that rented before.  I had to reserve it almost six months ago!"
 "Meaning you would have taken who ever your date was up?"
 "No...yes.  I don't know.  I hoped it would be you.  I wanted it to be you
so much that that was the only thing I could think of for months.  Every day
I fantasized that you were holding me.  It was the only thing that would
even get me through the days!  Paully I love you so much!"
 "I think we should go to the ladies room," Laura said looking at me being
nearly in tears.
 "Go on," Paul said softly to me and motioned me out.  I slid out and Laura
came with me as we both went into the bathroom.
 "Your falling apart out there!" Laura said handing me some tissues.
 "I know," I whispered wiping my eyes.  "But what am I supposed to do!  He
still hasn't forgiven me."
 "Well, Sandra you have to admit you have been with quite a few men...."
 "Boys!" I corrected.
 "Boys then...."
 "Yes, but what choice did he give me?"
 "I know!  I know!  But you can see why he's upset about it can't you?"
 "Yes, I'd feel terrible if I knew he did it on me, but I'd never cut him
off like the way he cut me off!  What was I supposed to do become celibate!"
 "He did."
 "He really never went to you?"
 "No, and I offered him quite a few times.  But he always said no.  I know
how...restrained he's been, and I've felt bad about it, and I knew he wasn't
getting relief from you.  I thought...."
 "It's all right Laura.  He didn't go to Angela either?"
 "No, no one Sandra.  As far as I know your the only one that he's ever been
with."
 "I figured that.  That's what made it even worse.  Laura, what am I going
to do!  What can I tell him to make everything all right again!"
 "Nothing.  There's nothing you can do to erase the past Sandra; all you've
got to work with is the present, and you've got to do that as best as you
can.  Look, this is all coming out because you blamed him for lying to you,
but look what he was lying for.
 "I can accept why Brad lied to me about it.  He did it because he thought
he was defending his big sister and he didn't want you to know he was doing
it!  That's what Paul was doing too, remember that!"
 "But if I let him off now, what's to say next time we disagree he doesn't
bring up my past wrongs and think that he'll get me to cave in again?"
 "Nothing.  But is this time really just on your side?"
 "But it doesn't make a difference Paul needs to get over the past, either
way and I don't know how I can make him."
 "You can't make him do anything he doesn't want to.  Look, all you can
really do is love him every instant you get and prove to him how much you
really love him."
 "Show him how much I love him?"
 "Yes!  That's the only thing I can think of."
 "What choice do I have?"
 "None!"
 "All right," I said splashing some cold water on my face.  "I will."
 "Good," Laura said opening the door.
 "Laura...."
 "What Sandra?"
 "Can...can I have a hug?"
 "Sure," she said letting the door close before squeezing me in her arms.
"Ready?"
 "Uh-huh," I whispered nodding rubbing Paul's jacket sleeve over my cheek.
We went back out to the table and Laura slid into her seat kissing Brad who
sat next to her.
 "What took you's so long?" Paul asked me "Sit down Sandra!"
 "No.  Everybody.  Can I have everyone's attention!"
 "What are you doing Sandra?" Paul hissed.
 "I just want to tell everyone that I love Paul Carlson!  And for the rest
of our lives I'm going to make him the happiest man in this solar system as
his wife!"  Then I leaned over so he could see down the hole of his jacket
and kissed him.  The longest hardest most passionate kiss I could give him.
 The whole universe seemed to evaporate with that kiss.  Paul's fingers
found the zipper of the jacket and undid it and his warm hands caressed my
breasts.  Then I was on my back somewhere with Paul's gorgeous body looming
over me while he slipped in and out of me.
 Then after what seemed an eternity we came, light lit the back of my eyes
like fireworks exploding.  Like the world was crashing down around us.  Then
without really gaining a sense of reality we were parted and then I was on
my back again with some thing hard pressing into my back, but all that was
important was Paul was making love to me again.
 Claiming every square inch of my body as his own.  After a little bit
longer, we were parted again.  This time reality droned in and I found
myself seated on a very uncomfortable wooden bench, Paul's jacket draped
over my shoulders and a skirt on me that I'd never seen before in my life.
 Around me people were bustling about shuffling paperwork and people around.
It took a few moments before it sunk in that it was a police station.  I
looked around for a few moments before I found Paul with his head against
the wall sitting on a bench a few meters away.
 I got up and tried to move over towards him but someone told me to sit back
down where I was.  I kept my thighs squeezed tightly together so none of
Paul's love would be able to escape from where it belonged.
 "Your parents are on there way down," an officer told me and then moved
over and talked to Paul for a second before going back behind his desk.
After about ten minutes Mom and Dad came through the front doors.  Dad came
to me and Mom went to Paul and we both got hugs and a kiss on the cheek.
 "You two, what are we going to do with you," Dad asked ruffling my hair.
"You's shouldn't have done that you know."
 "I know," I whispered softly as Dad patted my leg.
 "Come on let's get you two out of here!"
 "Are you her father?" an officer asked from behind him.
 "Yes, I am.  Can I take her home?"
 "Is that your son over there too," he asked pointing over at Paul.
 "Yes, what's the problem?"
 "Come with me please," the officer said getting Paul and Mom to follow us.
 "What's this all about, can we take our children home or not," Mom asked
angrily.
 "Please, have a seat someone will be with you in a few minutes!"
 "Who?"
 "A child-welfare agent."
 "What for?" Dad demanded before the officer shut the door on his way out.

 "Hello, I'm Annet Black, from Child services!" a woman said coming through
the door.
 "Hello," Dad said softly standing up to shake her hand.  "I'm Dick Carlson,
excuse me if I'm being rude but can you tell me why your here?"
 "These two are your children?"
 "Yes, there mine!"
 "So they are related?"
 "Yes, there half-siblings."
 "Excuse me?"
 "My wife Daniel gave birth to Sandra.  Sandi gave me Paul."
 "Sandi?"
 "My first wife, Daniel was sort of common law at the time.  Please what
does this have to do with them."
 It had been the first time in years that any of our parents had admitted to
anyone that we were born by separate mothers.  And all the times that I had
got mad at my mother came to mind, and all the love that I had given to
Momma Sandi and treated Mom like...dirt.  I felt terrible.
 "You have been told why they were arrested haven't you?"
 "No, no one's said a word, we got here we got shuffled into this room."
 "Well...."
 "Out with it woman, what were they doing?" Dad demanded looking sternly up
at the woman.
 "Well...sir...they were...fornicating."
 "What?" Dad shouted shooting up to his feet knocking the table over before
glaring down at us.  He was angry that we had made love.  "You two are
brother and sister!  What the hell were you's thinking?  Where we're they?
Where did they do this?"
 "On a table at a local Snak Shop.  They were interrupted and continued
there...activities in the back of the police car they were in.  You realize
this lack of control can result in charges against you and your wife for
parental neglect...."
 "...We didn't know..." Mom said defensively.
 "...and I see that you have other children.  All of your children could be
taken and relocated to new homes."  Mom gasped before tears started forming
in her eyes.
 "No...you can't take my babies from me," Mom cried and Dad took her hand to
comfort her.  "I won't let you!"
 "Look, the facts are this, these two were caught doing something they
shouldn't have...I have discretion whether to press charges or not."
 "Please," Mom begged.  "Don't take my babies!"
 "Do you realize what you did was wrong," she asked me staring over the
tipped table.  I couldn't say anything because all my life I was taught that
it was right, it felt right being in Paul's strong loving arms, but somehow
I managed to get up enough strength to lie and nod my head.
 "And you?" she asked looking at Paul.
 "It was wrong," Paul agreed.  "We never should have done it!"
 "And you two will never do it again?"
 "No," we both said together.
 "All right," Annett said, "If you keep an eye on them.  I'll let it ride.
The incest seemed mutual, so I'll let it ride this time, but next time you
Mr. and Mrs. Carlson will be up on charges so fast your heads will spin.  Do
I make myself clear?"
 "Yes!  Thank you.  Thank you!" Mom said happily.  "We will, they'll never
do it again.  I promise.  We promise!  Thank you Ms. Black.  Thank you!"
 "Ok, just make sure it never happens again, you hear that you two!"
 "Yes," I said solemnly looking down at my feet.  There was no way that I
knew that I could ever live without Paul again.  Not even if a prissy bitch
of a woman said I couldn't have him, I was going to.
 "Can we go now, we have to have a long talk tonight!" Dad said to Annett.
 "Yes, I'm sure you do.  Yes, it's all right for you to go.  Just make sure
I don't see you again.  And you two find someone for each of you to date,
instead of each other.  I would like to however suggest that you two start
going to councling, at least for a little while!"
 "Thank you, Ms. Black.  We'll look into it," Dad said pulling Paul and me
to our feet.  "We'll be going now!"
 "Dad, I...we...."
 "Sandra, just be quiet for now.  Wait till we get home," Dad told us in the
car.
 "Mom...."
 "Sandra, your father's right, just wait till we get home."
 "I'm sorry," I whispered sinking back into the seat gripping Paul's hand.
No one heard me, but maybe Paul.
 "Dad..." I said when we got through the front door of the house.
 "Sit down Sandra while I go get the rest of your brother and sisters.
Daniel, would you get something to drink."
 "Sure honey," Mom said kissing his cheek before heading off to the kitchen.
Dad went up the stairs to the bedrooms while Paul and I sat down in the
living room and listened to the him moving around upstairs.
 Mom came out first then a few minutes later our brothers and sisters filed
down into the living room and sat down.  Dad came in and sat down and pulled
Mom down onto his lap and took a long drink from the mug she had for him.
 "All right, you all know what Sandra and Paul got caught doing, you were
all there, and you all should have known better to let them do it!"
 "As such your all going to have to suffer now!"
 "What?  What the hell happened!" Brad shouted.
 "Your brother and sister were arrested and because they got caught doing
something that other people think isn't right they also attracted the
attention of child-welfare.  Because of that, the sleeping arrangements are
going back to the way they were before.  The girls in their bedrooms the
boys in theirs."
 "Come on that's not fair!" Laura complained.
 "Well that's the way it's going to be.  If child-welfare ever come here for
a check they shouldn't find your things intermixed.
 "I know that even if I told you all that you couldn't sleep with each other
that you'd never listen, but I am going to tell you, that until your out on
your own, and legal adults you can't show affection--other than brotherly
and sisterly--outside of this house.
 "All of us are on the line here, so I expect everyone of you to cooperate,
because if you's get caught it will mean the end of us as a family.  None of
us want that do we?"
 No's echoed through the room from all of us.  "Good!  Now we all understand
don't we?"  Agreement.  "Your mother and I know how much you's enjoy mating
together, and personally I don't see nothing wrong with it.  But everyone
outside of this house doesn't agree with that and you's all got to remember
that.
 "Also from now on since there's five bedrooms in the house, and your mother
and I have one.  Which means four.  One out of those four rooms none of you
is going to use.  You's can use it for your mating, and none of the other
bedrooms.  It's up to you which one you want.  Paul get's his own room.  The
girls will all share one.  And so will Clark and Brad."
 "Dad that's not fair," Laura complained.  "Why do all us girls have to
share one room while the boys get two."
 "Paul get's his own room because he's the oldest but we could make his room
a guest bedroom.  Then all the boys can share a room if you think that would
be better.  I don't really care, but from now on that's the way it's going
to be none of you will sleep in the other's room!"
 "But...." Clark started.
 "No butt's, no if's, no and's, understood?  Now which bedroom do you's want
to share together?"
 "The one Paul has now!" Laura said.
 "No!" Dad answered.  "Not that one.  No one is going to spend the night in
that bedroom.  And I want it near where I'm sleeping so I can be sure.  And
Sandra, no going down to Paul's room at nights any more!"
 "Dad!" I shouted.
 "No, Sandra.  This is yours and Paul's fault mostly and your going to
suffer for it as much if not more than everyone else in this house!  Now
which bedroom?"
 "Sandra's then," Brad said sharply.  "Since she'll be moving out of it
anyway and she's got the bathroom attached to that room too."
 "Fine, unless there's any complaints, that's the bedroom you's can use for
your mating and nowhere else, all right?"  We all agreed if somewhat
pessimistically.  "We'll buy a new bed for the girls room and your old one
can be opened to it's fullest and it will be made to look like a spare
bedroom."
 "It'll be open for your use from six in the morning till ten at night."
 "Your kidding!  Your placing hours on when we can mate!"
 "Yes," Dad told me sharply.  "And you can't use any other rooms for it!  I
don't care if you come home late and missed each other or what.  Those are
the hours and the only hours and you ain't staying home from school any more
to have extra time with one another.
 "On top of that, all of you will be present for dinner from now on.  No
more missing it!"
 "Jesus, come on Dad," Brad complained "this is ridiculous."
 "Well that's the way it's going to be till your all out on your own and
have your own places.  So you can either follow the rules or don't mate at
all.  Any other comments...good.  Sandra, you go clean your stuff out of
your room and into your new one.
 "Tonight you'll share Laura's bed and tomorrow we'll buy a new one and if I
catch you two mating tonight, you'll lose your privileges for the mating
room for a week!  Understood?"
 "Yes Dad," Laura whispered softly and he turned and looked at me.
 "I understand," I said softly.
 "The rest of you might want to help her move her stuff out, because the
sooner she does the more time you can have before I close her old room for
the night.  I'll do it at midnight tonight only.  You can all go now!"
 All my brothers and sisters helped move my stuff into the room that I was
going to share, after we had picked it out anyway.  The boys moved there
stuff into the one room, except for Paul and Angela moved her stuff into the
room we were going to share.
 In the end we all met in the newly declared "mating" room and watched as
Dad and Mom opened the bed to the full width. It stretched nearly from one
corner of the room to the other with about five feet from the wall left
over.  The bed was four or five yards wide and big enough to hold all of us.
 "All right you's have an hour then I expect you out of here so I can lock
the room."
 "Your going to lock it?" Clark asked.
 "Yes!" was Dad's simple reply before him and Mom left the room.
 "I guess we shouldn't waste any time then," Laura said moving over to Brad
and kissing him before the two of them fell onto the bed groping each other.
Angela undressed and Clark quickly grabbed her up landing beneath her on the
bed.
 Paul just stood where he was looking at me.  Occasionally one of us made a
quick glance at the two couples on the bed. I moved towards him slowly at
first.  Then when I reached him I kissed his lips.
 "We screwed up pretty good tonight didn't we," he asked rubbing his hands
over my back.
 "I think so," I whispered resting my head on his shoulder.
 "I think so too!"
 "Paul this is my fault, if I hadn't argued with you we never would have
ended up at the Snak Shop and we never would have ended up making love there
either.  And we wouldn't have to sleep apart at nights now."
 "Forget about it," he whispered kissing my neck.
 "How can I, it's all my fault."
 "With a little help," he replied undoing the zipper on the damned skirt
which dropped away.
 "Sounds interesting," I replied as he lifted me up and set me down on a
section of un-occupied bed.

 "God Paully, I can't wait, just two weeks left until we're eighteen!"
 "I know, two weeks and Dad loans us the money for our own place, and then
we'll have every night for the rest of our lives together."
 "I can hardly wait!  It's going to be so wonderful.  Just imagine we'll be
able to sleep the entire night together again.  And we'll wake up in each
other's arms too!  Paully can't we just..." I said towards his bedroom.
 "You know Dad's rules."
 "I know," I sighed watching him longingly just once to be able to take him
once in any other room than the mating room.  It was so unfair, Mom and Dad
would occasionally let Clark and Angela get away with it and sometimes even
Laura and Brad, but just because we were the oldest and we we're the ones
that got caught....
 "Once we get our own place, there won't be a single thing to stop us Sand,
just Mr. and Mrs. Carlson!"
 "I'll be glad when it finally comes, then maybe I won't have to wear as
much clothing."
 "Sandra, if you wore any less clothing than you do now.  I'd never be able
to leave home."
 "I know," I told him grinning before he wrapped his arms around my waist
and kissed me.  "What can I do when you go to work?  I don't want to spend
my days just cleaning.  If we had kids I wouldn't mind being a den mother,
but...."
 "It'll be soon honey," he said squeezing me knowing I still felt bad
because I still wasn't already pregnant even after our almost nightly tries.
 "What do I do until then Paully?"
 "What would you like to do?"
 "Well, I think I'd like to help at the bar," I told him.
 "But you know there's no women working in the bar...except the
strippers...you don't...."
 "It's a family business Paully, I want to help out.  Waiting tables,
serving drinks, stripping.  It's all the same to me!"
 "Sand, I don't know...."
 "Paully, both of our mother's did it.  Why couldn't I?"
 "Sandra, I don't know if its a good idea."
 "Mom, still does it now, occasionally."
 "...And you know exactly why she does it too!"
 "Yes to turn on her mate.  I want to do it for the exact same reason, to
turn on my mate," I said running my fingers over his solid jaw.  "That and
to give me something to do.  Besides, what harm will it be for me to learn
how to strip properly for you?"
 "We're going to have to talk to Dad about it...."
 "Talk to me about what?" Dad said coming into the kitchen.  "You two better
not be planning on getting any closer than that!"
 "I can kiss him can't I," I asked angrily.
 "Yes, I'm sorry princess.  What did you two want to talk to me about?" he
said pulling out one of the kitchen chairs.  Dad still had that sensual aura
around him.  He was as always an adorable sexy man, and could still start my
juices flowing by wicked thoughts of mating with him.
 "Well," Paul said timidly "you know what's going to happen in two weeks?"
 "My babies become adults in the eyes of the law."
 "And we move out."
 "I know, your mother and I are going to miss you two."
 "And Paully's going to start working at the bar with you."
 "Yes, I know all this, now what is it that you's want to talk to me about?"
 "Well, you know, I've been trying to get pregnant," I told him.
 "Your mother told me that's what you two were doing...are you?" he asked
suddenly grinning widely at me.
 "No," I said softly.  "We wanted to talk to you about...me working...at the
bar too, at least until I do conceive."
 "Well, what did you want to do.  I'm working behind the bar and your
brother is going to be bouncing...."
 "I want to be one of the strippers Dad."
 "Your sure?"
 "Yes."
 "And what do you think about this idea," Dad said looking over at Paul.
 "Well, her reasons are sound," Paul said winking at me.
 "Yes, they are," I said moving over to him and sitting down on Dad's lap.
"I want to turn my Daddy on," I told him with a laugh.
 Paul snarled at Dad out of jealousy "Relax son, she's teasing you," he said
chuckling before pushing me off his lap.
 "All right, if you two both agree that you should strip in public," Dad
said looking at me.  "It's all right with me.  If your mother agrees, we'll
line your schedules up to coincide, all right?"
 "Thanks Dad," I said hugging him and I just barely picked up the sound of
his sniff.  But when I backed off I knew he knew I was in heat.  He gave me
a little smile and then suggested "Why don't you two go upstairs
and...discuss it.  Just to make sure.  I'll send Daniel up when she gets
home."
 "Thank's," I told him softly before following Paully to his bedroom.
 "What do you want to do," he said watching me sit down on his bed.
 "Make a baby," I said grinning at him.
 "We can't do that here," he said smiling, leaning over to kiss my lips.
 "But I don't want to go all the way upstairs, its too far away!  And I'm so
hot.  Please Paully," I begged.  "You can't tell me I have to wait, not when
I'm in heat, please.  Now's the best time to...."
 "I know honey," he said kissing me.
 "Come here Paully," I told him curling my finger to motion him towards me.
 "Sandra," he drawled.
 "Come on Paully," I said moving up his bed on my back.
 "Sandra, we shouldn't, not here, if Dad caught us out of the mating
room...."
 "What's he going to do," I snarled flipping over so I was on my hands and
knees.  "We're out of here in two weeks Paully.  What's he going to do?"  He
stood there watching me as I started to undress him.  "If you don't
hurry...I'm going to tear your clothes off, help me!"
 He smiled and then leaned close and kissed my nose, then his fingers
started undoing his jeans.  I grinned at him and quickly started unsnapping
the clasps of my blouse.
 After another moment we were rolling around on the bed trying to touch each
other everywhere.  His mouth closed over mine as he cupped my breast, his
stiff member rubbing against the inside of my thigh.  "Now," I moaned as he
pressed his lips against my throat.  "Please Paully, Please!"
 I groaned as he sunk his teeth into my neck and tried to find him even as I
was writhing in pleasure from the feel of him drinking my blood.  After what
seemed like an eternity I finally found it, he rubbed it against my thighs
inching it closer every second.
 He released my neck and I bit into his delicious one, from the taste of the
warm blood spurting into my mouth.  As I suckled on his neck he found my
entrance a with a single lunge buried his entire penis inside me.
 I let out a little grunt accidentally releasing Paul's neck at the same
moment.  The vein I had broke spit a little blood onto my face before I
closed my mouth over it again.  Taking one last little drink before fixing
it.
 "Oh God, Paully, yes!"  I shouted at him as he quickened his hard pounding
thrusts.  "Don't stop!  Don't stop!" I gasped trying to pull his lips to
mine to kiss him.
 He gave me a quick kiss before sitting back grasping my hips and pulling me
back to meet him.  I lifted my legs up so they could rest on his strong
shoulders.  He stopped again for a second, long enough to cross my legs
squeezing his neck, squeezing him even tighter inside me.
 He grunted pushing against the tightness of my pussy.  It only took a few
seconds for him to pick up the pace again with me screaming in pleasure.
 He took me through three orgasms each time stopping, panting to change our
position.  We went through doggy style, a sort of crisscross where he pulls
my thighs apart while I'm lying on my stomach and thrusts in on an angle.
On our sides, then ending up in a missionary position with me on top quickly
humping against him, while locked in a nearly permanent kiss.
 Then we came together with one last thrust exploding, in, around, carrying
each other to a heavenly ecstasy.  Minutes drifted away while we settled
against each other pulling the blankets up over us, kissing and rubbing
against each other.
 "I love you," I told him warm with the feeling of his seed in me.
 "I love you too," he said brushing some of my sweaty damp hair away from my
face before giving me a little kiss.
 "Having our own place is going to be wonderful," I sighed resting my head
on his hard chest.
 "Yes it is," he whispered kissing my forehead.
 "We'll be able to do this any time we want, and I'm going to want a lot
Paully."
 "Good," he whispered making a long stroke down my side with his fingertips,
then resting his hand on my hip.
 "Paul..." Mom said coming through the door.  "What are you two doing?"
 "What does it look like," I said with a smile before kissing Paul.
 "Well, you's better get dressed.  Your father's going to be furious at you
two...you's know the rules!  You can only do this in the mating room."
 "It was too far away," I complained starting to rub Paul's hard member with
my hand.  "Besides we wanted a little privacy!"
 "Well you can have it, in two weeks.  But for now, since you disobeyed the
rules you've both lost your privileges for the room!"
 "What!" I shouted.
 "You heard me!"
 "How long," I demanded.
 "Two weeks," she replied.
 "That's not fair," I shouted at her.
 "You two should have thought of th...."
 "Mom, you can't.  You know it's my time of the month!"
 "Your in heat," she asked flatly.
 "You know I am!  You can't tell us we can't...not now...I need Paul!"
 "You don't need Paul."
 "I do too!"
 "If your in heat you've got two choice now, you can masturbate or you can
go without!"
 "Mom, please, I need Paul, don't do this to us, we've only got two weeks
before we're out of the house, please!"
 "I'm sorry Sandra.  Now get dressed!  I'll see you in the living room, and
we'll talk about whatever it was you wanted to."
 "Mom, please, don't do this, or don't you want grandchildren?"
 "Of course I do, but you two broke the rules!"
 "Mom, give us a break, you and Dad don't care where you's make love, why
should we?"
 "Because you two, whether you like it or not, are brother and sister, and
should to the rest of the worlds knowledge be only that.  But, Sandi taught
you's all to love each other.  I'm not sure any more is she did the right
thing."
 "It wasn't Momma Sandi Mom.  I've known Paul and I were meant to be
together since I was born.  Since, we first mock mated, and none of that had
to do with anything Momma Sandi did.  She just encouraged what she already
saw was there.
 "Even if none of you had encouraged us to be as free and open with sex as
you did I can almost guarantee that Paul and I would have found some way to
be together, and the same goes for Brad and Laura, or Clark and Angela.
 "When Paul and I get our own place it'll be under the name Mr and Mrs. Paul
Carlson Mom, so to the eyes of the rest of the world we are a married
couple.  So why shouldn't we be able to enjoy our rights as such!"
 "You two are not married!"
 "In our hearts we are, and that's what counts  But your right.  Maybe it
wouldn't hurt to have some sort of ceremony!"
 "Sandra, you just don't get it do you?  No matter what you two do the
marriage computer would never recognize you's as being different enough to
merit a marriage licence, let alone a ceremony!"
 "Momma Sandi worked in a law office, couldn't they...."
 "Sandra, they can't change the law!"
 "The law doesn't matter," Paul grumbled running his fingers through my
hair.  "All that counts is that we all recognize the fact that Sandra and I
are mated, and married.  If Grandpa won't marry us, Dad should!"
 "You expect your Grandfather to marry you's?"
 "He is the first of our kind, he is the highest member in it and Dad is the
next one!"
 "But what would you's expect them to do?"
 "It doesn't matter, but whatever is done will have to be well thought out,
because, more than likely our brothers and sisters will want to go through
it too."
 "Then our children, and their children..." I put in.
 "You want to start a religion?"
 "No, we all know exactly what our religion is, we follow it every day of
our lives.  It's time we realize that and follow what we already know is
true.  And that includes that we all realize that we marry our own kind!"
 "Your Grandfather's never been told the way you kids feel and...act towards
one another."
 "Then I think it's time he heard, don't you?"
 "Paul, Sandra, come on your acting crazy!"
 "Are we," I asked "Didn't you want to know that you were married to Dad.
That you'd be together for ever?  That's what Paul and I want.  That's what
we all want!"
 "Sandra...is that what you two wanted to talk to me about?"
 "No.  But by custom I'd like to know Paul and I were legitimately mated,
and married.  That we wouldn't have to hide the fact from everyone!"
 "Sandra...I'm going to have to talk to your father before this conversation
goes any further.  Now what was it you really wanted to talk to me about,"
Mom said quickly trying to change the subject forgetting about us getting
dressed and moving down to the living room.
 "I want to work at the bar too...until I get pregnant.  I want to strip!"
 "Why?"
 "Because, I want to help.  Help our family business, help Paul and me start
a life together.  I want to feel like I'm doing something."
 "But Sandra, the types that go in there...."
 "Mom, think about who you're talking about before you say something stupid
like someone could over power me."
 "What did your father say?" Mom sighed.
 "He said it was up to us as long as you agreed," Paul said softly.
 "Well...I don't know Sandra...."
 "Please Mom!"
 "All right, I'll help you if you really want to do it!"
 "Thank you," I said grinning resisting the urge to jump up and hug her.
 "Your welcome, now...."
 "Could Paul and I make love one more time before we get up?  Please!  I
need Paul, he's one of the few people that can satisfy my hunger.  Please
Mom!"
 "Sandra...."
 "Please Mom...you can stay...join us if you want," I said hesitantly and
when her face drained of its color from shock I knew it had been a mistake.
 "Fine, fuck your brains out," she said coldly before leaving the room.  It
bothered me, but after a second the hunger claimed me and I proceeded to
follow her advice.
 Four hours later when Dad came into the room I was on top of Paul, the
covers thrown about the floor and I was riding him, working my way to my
umpteenth orgasm.  I'm pretty sure he stood there and watched us move
together for  a few moments before he interrupted.  But I had already been
too busy, nor did I really care.
 We only noticed him when he sat down on the bed and cleared his throat,
bringing us to an abrupt stop.  I slid off of Pauls' penis up further onto
his chest so I could turn and see our father.  I spread my legs out a little
so that I could support myself from sliding anywhere while Dad watched us
carefully for a second.
 "You want to create a marriage ceremony do you," he asked keeping his gaze
constant on us.
 "Yes," I told him.
 "Well...it'd be a lot of work Sandra, to make something that will mean so
much.  It would have to be done right," he said as absentmindedly he started
petting and stroking my pussy.  I couldn't help starting to purr into Paul's
chest.
 Dad talked on about thinking that my sisters and I with the  help of our
mother should plan the ceremony, writing it all down for our future
generations.  He seemed like he never even noticed that he was playing with
my pussy, at least until I had a small orgasm.
 When I squeezed his fingers between my thighs he looked down and saw where
his hand was.  He said "Sorry," while pulling his hand back and away.
 "Don't stop," I told him with an awkward smile.  "I like being petted,
especially there!"  He didn't start again.

 So over the next two weeks among counting the days till Paul and I could be
alone, my sister's and Mom and me spent a good number of the hours planning
a wedding ceremony.  In the end we decided it should be a small service.
The bride and groom should be naked to show that they love each other, and
so that they can see that their bodies are physically ready to take on a
mate for life.
 We wrote the lines for who ever did the ceremony.  I still kept hoping that
Grandpa would do the ceremony.
 We also decided that the bride and groom should each have someone to stand
with them, naked, to symbolize strength and virtue and friendship.  The rest
of the people could come however they wanted but it payed tribute to the
couple if they went naked.  And they were honored in return with the chance
to witness the last part of the second half of the ceremony.
 The second half of the ceremony consisted of two parts, the first was a
hunt.  The bride and the groom went out and found some prey, released it on
what had become the family hunting ground.
 The hunt proved the ability to provide for a family, the carcass was shared
between husband and wife and completely devoured, and the sex organs of the
pray was to be shared, equally.  Mom said it might be difficult but Laura
and I thought it was romantic.
 Then when the couple had disposed of the few remains, the couple was to go
to their new home, unwashed where infront of eight watched as the couple
mated, without birth control.  (Paul and I never used any, but it was for
anyone along our line that did.)
 On Wednesday of the week Paul and I were to move out, Dad came into our
room.  (I had moved into his room despite the rules, and no one said
anything.  Even Mom's 'grounding' had been forgotten about.)
 We were lying in bed snuggled together after making love for the first time
that afternoon.  He sat down on the edge of the bed and ignored (or at least
tried to) my bared breasts.  I gave Paully another kiss before we both
turned our full attention to Dad.
 "What would you like," I asked my voice still husky from the sexual
excitement.  I was halfway hoping that he'd start petting me like the last
time, but my bottom half was under the blankets and I knew it would look
peculiar to both of them if I climbed out from under the covers.
 "You and your sisters' did a lot of work," he stated softly, while he
watched my eyes.  "About the ceremony you's want...."
 "Mom helped too," I said softly while Paul's thumb started caressing my
stomach.
 "I know, and she showed me your work."
 "And?" I said watching him trying to hold back the excitement that was
creeping into my voice.
 "And...wel...I phoned your grandparents...this afternoon...."
 "What did they say, will he do...."
 "Sandra, relax, let me finish!"
 "All right," I said pressing tighter against Paul's side.
 "Like I said...I called...your grandparents...I didn't want to tell them
anything about you two...or your brothers and sisters.  They are coming
because I asked them to come for a visit."
 "Why didn't you tell them," Paul asked harshly.
 "I figured they should see you two together before they found out.  My
father isn't one that liked his beliefs being crossed."
 "So how do we tell him then?"
 "I don't know Paul, but I'll figure something out for you two."
 "Does that mean we're going to be able to marry?"
 "Yes, but according to your rules of marriage you's have to be abstinent
from now until Saturday...you've already missed a few days because...you
said a week."
 "Saturday," I asked smiling.
 "Your mother is planing your wedding for Saturday," Dad said smiling.
 "Really?" I said excitedly sitting up.
 "Yes really!  If...your grandfather...doesn't...I will!"
 "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." I said throwing my arms around Dad and
hugging him as hard as I could.
 "Uggg...let go," Dad groaned.
 "I'm sorry, I didn't...."
 "Don't worry about it," Dad told me giving us a little smile while he
rubbed his shoulder.  "But remember your rule, and today's already Wednesday
remember!"
 "Ok, we get the picture," Paul grumbled.  "Why did you ever make that rule
up?"
 "We...decided that it would add to...to the build up.  Thanks Dad!"
 "Your welcome Princess," he said stroking my cheek with the backs of his
fingers before he left the room.
 "I guess that takes care of our plans for tonight," Paul sighed.
 "Yes, but we can do something else!"
 "Like what," he groaned "a whole week Sandra, a whole week without feeling
you...."
 "Nobody said we still couldn't sleep and cuddle.  Just that we couldn't
have intercourse.  Besides we spent years apart Paully, we can do four days
standing on our heads!'"
 "It's not my head that I want to be on top of."
 "I know, but in four days, we'll be married and living on our own.  We've
got lots of things to do yet, we've got to find our place, furniture, and we
should go and take a run through the field.  Do I have to remind you that
we've never hunted before."
 "Of course not!"
 "Well, Mom's idea was to make it as sort of a test.  If we fail it we won't
be married.  We've got to complete the entire...ritual before we will be
seen as married!"
 "Why the tests, the challenges, Sandra, why not a few words and mating
infront of everyone."
 "Just because Paully!"
 "All right, but do we still sleep together?"
 "You know I wouldn't have it any other way," I said grinning before kissing
his lips.  "Let's go have dinner and then we'll go for a walk on the hunting
ground, and then maybe go down town and see who would be good as prey!"
 "Don't Mom and Dad have to pick...."
 "No, we do, but it can't be weak and feeble.  It's got to be a
challenge...and...we've got to decide on the gender.  Mom said women are
softer, they have less hair--except their scalps--and their rumps...are more
tender.  But they usually have very little meat on them."
 "But it'll only be you and me eating!"
 "...And we've got to share the genitals.  Mom said that some women stink
because they've been around other men.  Mom said there were times when she
or Momma Sandi couldn't even go near the woman's...pussy because it was so
strong."
 "And...men are easier...to share," I said rubbing my hand over his
ever-erect penis.
 "Do you have a preference?"
 "No, whatever you want!"
 "Well, I want what ever you want...and if it's...another man, it's another
man...."
 "You'd prefer a woman though, wouldn't you?"
 "I-I guess so."
 "Well, then, that'll be my wedding present to you, we'll have a woman as
our first, then next time," I said on my hands and knees over top of him.
"We have a man, and then we'll decide afterwards which we prefer, ok?"
 "God your gorgeous," he said stroking my dangling breasts.
 "Paully!"
 "What," he asked innocently as his hands slid down until they were hanging
from my waist.
 "You know we can't!"
 "I know," he whispered rubbing my hip and ass with one of his hands.  "But
your, just so beautiful!  And so soft," his other hand went between my legs
and started stroking and petting me.
 "Mmmm..." I moaned "Paully!"
 "So sexy!" he whispered.
 "Oh Paully, don't!"  It was hard fighting something you wanted so much.
"We've got...mmm...got to wait!  Paully, please, ah-ah-a few days and we'll
be married...we...we have the rest of...oh god Paully stop it!"
 "Do you really want me to stop?" he said stopping the rubbing of my
clitoris.
 "...Yes...." I groaned really not wanting him to stop.  "I do!"
 "All right," he sighed dropping his hands back to my waist.  "How 'bout a
kiss though?"
 "Of course," I said highly tense leaning over and kissing him.  He moved
his hands to my ass and pulled me down on top of him.  "Paully!" I
complained but before I even had the word half out he was buried inside me
again, petting my back and ass in nice long strokes to calm me.
 "I love you Sandra," he whispered before kissing me and rolling me over
onto my back.
 "I love you too," I whispered stroking his cheek for a second before I
realized what we were both doing.  I pushed him away and scrambled out of
bed digging for clothes in the drawers Paul had let me have.
 "Sandra, come on, come back here!"
 "Paul, your just proving that we couldn't stay in the same bedroom for four
days without groping each other, let alone the same bed!"
 "Come on Sandra, be reasonable, we'll start tomorrow!"
 "No Paully, I think it might be best if I move back in with Laura and
Angela."
 "No, don't do that," he snapped quickly with what almost looked like fear
in his eyes.  "I won't try doing anything again!"
 "You promise?" I asked softly watching him intently holding my bra in my
hand.
 "I do.  I promise, I swear just don't leave our bedroom!"
 I had always called it our bedroom, but it was the first time I heard Paul
refer to it as such.  I put my hands on my hips and studied him.
 "I promise," he repeated.  "Please Sandra.  I need you here with me, even
if it's not to make love!"
 "I don't know Paully...."
 "Please, come on Sandra.  I've never asked you for anything in my life.
I'm asking now!  Please, don't go!"
 "You really feel this strongly?"
 "You know I do.  I love you Sandra!"
 "All right then, I'll stay but no funny stuff, or next time I won't even
stop to consider otherwise.  I'll go straight back to the girls room and I
won't even take the time to get my clothes Paul!"

 He did all right till the next night, he had me wrapped in his arms as
usual and kissed my hair.  "I don't like this Sandra," he said softly
looking up at the ceiling.  I rolled over so I could see his face.
 "What," I asked softly while my forefinger drifted over his chest.
 "Not making love to you...."
 "Paully, Saturday...."
 "Sandra, that's not what I mean, I mean not making love tomorrow!"
 "Paully, Saturday is so close."
 "Sandra, tomorrow's our birthday!"
 "I know that, what do you think I am, stupid?"
 "I would never think that," he said rolling onto his side so we were
looking into each other's eyes.  "Tomorrow's our birthday, the first
one...if you don't count the years we were separated that we haven't been
together, making love.  It's how the two of us always celebrated, you know
that."
 "I-I I forgot," I replied both embarrassed and ashamed that I could have
forgotten.  He was right and I didn't really want to start our life together
on the wrong foot.  But Saturday was so important!  "I wish I could tell you
right now that we'll make love tomorrow night, but Saturday's so important
and tomorrow Grandpa and Grandma come too!"
 "I know," Paul sighed lightening his hold on me a little.  I didn't like
it, but what was I supposed to do.
 "I love you Paul, I love you so much you know I'd give you everything I
ever could.  But the difference is one birthday to the rest of our lives.  I
prefer the latter Paully.  Waking up all the time like we have beside you,
with your arms wrapped so tight around me.  Making love, every morning,
every night, a few afternoons, and lots and lots of weekends!"
 "But Sandra, I don't want to be apart from you tomorrow.  Of all days not
tomorrow!"
 "I'll be here Paully, we just...won't be able to...."
 "But it's our birthday!"
 "I know Paully, but what will you have us do.  Make love and wreck our
wedding?"
 "Why would it wreck our wedding?"
 "Because it would!"
 "Why Sandra?"
 "Because it was the way it was was decided!"
 "Why?"
 "Because," I sighed.  "We all thought that after a week without making love
the bride and groom would put on a good...show doing the second part!"
 "We don't need a week of abstinence to do that!"
 "I know we don't, but Paully it's important to me!"
 "Well this is important to me!"
 "Then go fuck Laura!" I told him moving away from him.
 "Sandra!"
 "Fine, Angela then!"
 "Sandra, you damn well know, you're the only one that I want!  Your the
only one that I've ever wanted!" he shouted grabbing my wrists and pulling
me back to the bed and kissing me harshly.  "Damn your a stubborn woman!"
 "I'm only 'stubborn' because I love you!  I want to marry you Paul, it's
just...."
 "What's wrong," Dad said coming through the door.
 "Nothing," Paul told him.
 "Then keep quiet or your going to wake everyone up.  And if you two do
that...."
 "All right, we're sorry," Paul said pulling me down onto the bed.  "We're
just having a little argument.  We'll try to keep it down."
 "Make sure you do!"
 "We will, I promise.  We were just going to go to bed, anyway," I told him.
 "Then good night! I don't want to have to leave your mother again tonight,
do I make myself clear?"
 "Yes Dad," we both agreed in unison before I added "We're sorry!"
 "Get to sleep then," Dad grumbled before leaving our room.
 "Sandra...."
 "Paul let's just go to sleep all right?"
 "Fine!"
 I undressed again while Paul got back into bed and silently slipped back
into bed with him.  He wrapped his arms around me but the warm mood wasn't
there any more.  He fell asleep, but it took me awhile before I could clear
my thoughts up enough to fall asleep.
 He was right it was a horrible way to start our lives together.  Apart.  I
wanted to cave into Paul's request so much but the week abstinence was set
up for a specific reason, to make us realize how much the other meant to us.
To know what we'd miss if we ever thought of slitting apart.
 But the truth was Paul and I already knew that horrible period, four years
of it.  Four horrible, unfulfilled, unsatisfying, long years.  If anyone
deserved to be exempt I realized it was us!
 The last days of highschool were getting hectic enough with exams only a
little over two weeks away.  Rebeca was excited about the summer coming, and
going onto university.
 What was worse is she kept begging me to sleep over at her house that
night.  Every time I tried to explain what was happening during the weekend
she went off on another string of words not really letting me get a word in
edge wise.
 After school I ended up going back to her house, but not to do what she
wanted.  I wanted to ask her something.  Something important.
 "My parents won't be home till six tonight, so we've got the entire house
to ourselves.  What would you like to do?" she said grinning wickedly at me
as the back of her hand brushed against my right breast.
 "Nothing.  I've got to go home soon.  My grandparents are coming!"
 "Then why'd you come over," she said disappointedly dropping her hand.
 "Because I wanted to talk to you and I couldn't do it over the phone or at
school!"  I said following her into the living room flopping down into
chairs.
 "What about?"
 "Well...the reason my grand parents are coming...."
 "Why are they coming," she asked after I didn't continue for a minute.
 "Well...you see...uhhh...Laura, Mom, Angela and me spent most of the last
two weeks...creating this...ceremony."
 "What kind of ceremony?"
 "A marriage ceremony," I spit out.  "For, our family."
 "You and Paul," she asked startled.
 "Yes, the outside world will not let us marry through it's rituals so we
made our own.  The eldest member of our...clan is to perform the ceremony.
We're hoping our grandfather will, but if he doesn't our father's going to
do it."
 "What's this got to do with me?"
 "Your my best friend, and I'd like you to stand beside me, sort of as my
matron of honor.  I can ask Brad, or Laura to stand beside me if you don't
want to...."
 "Why wouldn't I?"
 "Well, the ceremony isn't quite a standard marriage ceremony."
 "What...is different about it?"
 "Well...."
 "Out with it Sandra!"
 "Well, for starters the bride and groom go naked."  Her eyes bulged and I'm
pretty sure that if she had of been drinking anything I would have been
covered in it.
 "Your kidding!"
 "No I'm not!"
 "Well, if that's the only...."
 "It's not!  You'd have to go naked too!"
 "Me?  But why?"
 "Because you'd be standing with me!"
 "Infront of everyone?"
 "Yes, so would whoever Paul chooses, and whoever else that wishes to honor
Paul and me."
 "Honor?"
 "Yes, to sort of pay tribute, to symbolize ever lasting love."
 "Who else is going to be there?"
 "My parents, my brothers and sisters.  I invited my great Aunt Lorena, and
my great Aunt Carrie, but only Lorena is coming.  Carrie was too busy, and I
didn't really want to tell her what she was coming for, not until she
arrived."
 "They don't know?"
 "Carrie really...isn't the same as us...I mean she's...normal, like you."
 "Is there any other differences?"
 "Well, there is a few other things, but...there's only one that you have
to...worry...I mean think about."
 "What, do I have to sleep with your father or something?" she said with a
chuckle.
 "No..." I said softly, "it's actually not that much different than Prom
night.  There is a small...sort of party at Paul and my new place, where
we're going to live.  It's part of the ceremony too.
 "After we...get back to the place, there is supposed to be a group of eight
people.  The person that stood beside me, the person that stands beside
Paul.  Our parents.  And four others, four who ever honor us during the
first part of the ceremony."
 "Being naked?"
 "Yes."
 "And your parents are actually going to watch the two of you...."
 "Yes.  I wish my Momma Sandi was still alive to see this.  It would have
made her so happy to know that Paul and I were finally going to be together,
for the rest of our lives."
 "You two are really serious aren't you?"
 "Beck, you would never believe how serious we are.  That's why we're
getting married!  Finally.  I can't believe it's actually coming true.  I've
dreamed about this so much."
 "When is this ceremony going to be?"
 "Tomorrow!"
 "Tomorrow?  God that's not giving me much time is it?  I've got to find
something to wea...I guess I don't do I?"
 "No," I said with a smile. "That's why I waited, I didn't think you'd need
much warning, if you do...do you want to?"
 "Well...I really have to stand in front of every one in the buff?"
 "Afraid so..." I sighed sure she wouldn't agree.
 "Well...do you think they'd like my body?"
 "I'm sure they would.  But they're no one's going to look over the audience
to see if there worthy of sleeping with Beck.  This is basically my family.
I don't have anyone else to invite, except you.  If you don't want to stand
beside me, I understand and...you can sit in the audience--with your clothes
on.  I'd just like you to be there!"
 "Eleven-thirty."
 "Is lunch going to be served?"
 "Beck, its Eleven-thirty pm."
 "Near mid-night," she said surprised.
 "Yes, the first part will probably end at midnight.  Paul and I will
probably get back to our place around two.  And then we'll mate.  The eight
will be able to leave after Paul gives me his seed.  At that moment it will
be the end of the ceremony and we'll be husband and wife."
 "What are you and Paul going to be doing till two?"
 "Another part of the ceremony.  One that you don't need to worry about."
 "But you won't be making love?"
 "No!  The first time will be at our new place.  With the audience."
 "Then what will you be doing?"
 "Rebeca, it's none of your business!  Now will you stand with me, or not?"
 "Do I have to answer right now?"
 "Rebeca I need an answer," I said looking down at my watch.  "In two
minutes, because then I've got to go.  We're meeting our grandparents at the
air-bus."
 "I don't have any more time?  I couldn't just call you later tonight or
tomorrow morning?"
 "No, I can't wait Rebeca, you've got to tell me in two minutes what your
decision is.  I'm going to go make a quick call to Paul to tell them to wait
for me.  When I get back I need your answer," I said and then went into the
kitchen and made the call.
 When I returned to the living room, she was still sitting on the couch and
looked like she hadn't moved an inch, and she also looked like she was deep
in thought.  "Well," I said after giving her a moment longer of silence.
 "What would I tell my mother?  It's not like everyone get's married at
mid-night.  Actually I've never known anyone that got married in the middle
of the night."
 "Tell her your going to a wedding, and that your spending the night with a
friend."
 "And where do I stay?"
 "You can have one of the spare bedrooms, our place has."
 "Spare bedrooms?"
 "We're going to fill the place to the rafters with kids," I said smiling.
 "You...a mother?"
 "Don't look so surprised, Paul and I have been trying for kids since I
first got my...period," I explained hoping that it would make it more
simpler to her than say in heat and have to explain it all.  I did get a
period of types but it never made me cranky, it didn't make Laura cranky
either, just absolutely, insanely horny.
 "You've got to be kidding!"
 "I'm not, I've wanted to carry Paul's children since I was three."
 "Now your pulling my leg!"
 "I would never do that Rebeca.  Now, what's your answer?  I need to know."
 "I hope everyone will like my small tits."
 "You have nice tits," I said smiling leaning over and giving her a kiss.
"And there not small!"
 "Thanks," she sighed rubbing her hand over my breast.
 "What's wrong?"
 "What about us Sandra?"
 "What about us?"
 "I mean, you and me, what are...."
 "Paul said he'd like me to keep a mistress...especially if it was you," I
told her.
 "That's...wonderful," she said smiling up at me before giving me a kiss.
 "I better get going," I said glancing at my watch.  "I told Paul that I'd
only be a minute longer."
 "Your sure you don't have time to stay and..." she said rubbing her hand
over the inside thigh of my jeans.
 "I'm sure," I sighed and gave her another kiss.  "I'll see you tomorrow at
noon!"
 "Noon?  Why?"
 "Mom made me an appointment at a hair salon for tomorrow, and she also made
one for you."
 "But I thought you didn't know whether or not I was coming?"
 "I guessed, I'm glad I was right.  I'll see you tomorrow."
 "Bye."
 "Bye," I told her in a soft voice before leaving.
 The second I got in the door, Paul grabbed me wrapping his arms around me
and kissed me.  "I missed you too," I replied in a near whisper.
 "Come on, we've got to hurry Mom and Dad are ready to go, we've been
waiting on you for the last half hour, where have you been?"
 "Over at Rebeca's."  He gave me a look that was asking only one question.
"No, I didn't break my vow of abstinence Paul!  I asked her to stand beside
me."
 "What did she say?"
 "Yes.  Who are you going to ask?"
 "I asked Brad already.  He's agreed."
 "That's wonderful.  Tomorrow Paully!"
 "I know love, now come on," he said quickly taking my hand and pulling me
out the door.
 When we got to the air-bus station, Grandma and Grandpa were already there
and so was Dad's younger sister.  "Where are the birthday kids," Grandma
Christa asked excitedly.  When Paul and I both stepped forward a little she
grasped us in a weak hug which she spent looking up at us.  "You two have
really sprouted!  I can remember the day your Dad and Mom's first brought
you to us, you were so small and so adorable!"
 "Grandma!" I complained not wanting to be related to anything adorable.
Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, yes, but not adorable.
 "Now your just so...grown up!"
 "Yes, very," I said glancing over to where Paul had drifted off and was
talking with Grandpa.  She didn't take much more time before she went
through the rest of my brothers and sisters giving each of them a hug and a
kiss.  Then when she got to Mom she gave her a smile and gave her a quick
kiss on the lips.
 Grandpa and Jessica (Dad's sister) made there way through us too, each
giving us hugs and kisses.  It took us nearly half an hour before we got out
of the bus-port and headed home.  They were staying at a hotel near our
place, but Mom had insisted that everyone came back to the house to eat
dinner.
 I'm pretty sure that Dad was planning to talk to Grandpa after he had got
some food into him, and got him feeling comfortable before he made our
request.  The second we got home I grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her
upstairs.
 "What is it Sandra," she asked concerned.
 "I need to ask you something," I said sitting down on the bed.  I think
maybe by the hopeful look that she had in her eye that she thought I was
going to ask her to stand by me during the ceremony.  "Something about one
of the rules of the ceremony."
 "Which one?"
 "The week of celibacy."
 "What?"
 "The week of celibacy that Paul and I are supposed to go through.  I don't
know if I can keep celibate tonight."
 "Why not?  Sandra you've only got one night and a day to go."
 "Because, it's our birthday.  We've calibrated it since we were born,
except those four years, making love.  Paul, was upset because I tried to
tell him that we shouldn't, but I want to too.  He was right, it is an
important moment in our lives, and we should spend it together making love!"
 "Sandra...."
 "The point of the week was to understand how wrong it would be to separate.
Paul and I went through four years of it.  If anyone knows how bad it feels,
it's us.  I want my proper birthday present this year.  I want Paul's seed!"
 "Shhh...if Grandpa hears before Dad talks to him...."
 "I know, but...that's what I want Laura.  That's the only birthday present
I want."
 "What about your marriage?  Isn't that a good enough birthday present?"
 "Laura that's tomorrow!"
 "Sandra, what do you expect," she scoffed.  "Your on the verge of leaving
here, with your mate, and being on your own.  Having kids, working, no
school, lots of love making.  It's a dream come true.  Do you know how much
I'd give to be in your shoes right now!"
 "But it's our birthday, we deserve this.  This one present, it's so
important to me, to us!"
 "Sandra, I think you two are just missing each other a lot, even though
it's only been two days."
 "It's not that, it's because it's our birthday!  Don't you and Brad have
one day of the year that you spend it with each other?  Just one day, that
you have to make love!"
 "You don't have to make love!"
 "Don't you just have that one day of the year?  One night that you just
have to be together."
 "Sandra...."
 "You know exactly what I mean don't you," I said knowing I heard a catch in
her voice.
 "Well...."
 "What day is it?"
 "Sandra!"
 "What day?"
 "New years," she sighed.
 "Then you know exactly how I feel!  How we feel!"
 "...Yes.  I do.  But what would you have me say?  That you should make love
with Paul tonight?  I can't Sandra, we spent two weeks working on the
ceremony, we can't be adjusting it now.  Now that your already into the
cycle."
 "We know exactly what the week represents.  Laura if anyone deserves to be
exempt from it.  It's Paul and me."
 "Sandra, I can't argue with you about that because I know what you and Paul
have gone through."
 "Then help me!"
 "Help you what, I can't do anything Sandra!"
 "How could we be exempt for one night, for one time?"
 "Sandra, I don't know...maybe if Mom and Angela both agreed too."
 "Help me convince them, please!"
 "All...alright.  I'll try."
 "Thank you!  Thank you!"
 "Sandra, it doesn't mean that you'll get to!"
 "I know, but at least I have your vote, don't I?"
 "Yes," she sighed and I gave her hand a little squeeze.
 "Will you go find Angela.  I'll get Mom and we'll meet back here, ok?"
 "Fine."
 Three minutes later I was dragging mom through the bedroom door.  "Sandra,
what is it?"
 "I need to talk to you!"
 "About what?"
 "We've got to wait for Laura and Angela!"
 "Sandra, what is this about.  I've got a lot of work to do for dinner!"
 "Just wait a few minutes.  Please!" I begged.
 "All right," Mom sighed sitting down on the bed.  "Two minutes.  That's it.
That's all I can afford Sandra!"
 A second later Laura dragged Angela in crying that she didn't want to.  The
second she saw Mom she ran over to her and climbed up into her lap.
 "Now what's this about Sandra?"
 "Our birthday.  Paul's and mine.   We want to mate tonight.  Just once.
We've celebrated together by making love for fourteen years.  And we lost
four years already from stupidity.  Paul and I already know what this week
means.  We went through four years of it.
 "I'm asking for us to be exempt, just once, please, Angela, Mom.  Just
once.  At quarter after eight, please!  Just once, that's all I want for a
birthday present.  Just to have Paul's seed once tonight!  I know what we
set out in the ceremony, but please, just one time, just once tonight, on
our birthday.  Please!"
 "Sandra, is this what you pulled me out of the kitchen for?"
 "Yes.  It's important Mom.  Important to me.  Important to Paul.  Please!
It's our one day of the year that we belong in bed.  In each other's arms.
Making love.  Please!  If you care anything at all for us, please!"
 "Sandra, why did you make Laura pull me away from Clark," Angela sobbed
rubbing her eyes.
 "Because I want to be with Paul tonight!"
 "So!  Clark was telling me a story!  A good one and I wanted to hear it!"
 "All I'm asking is to be able to make love to Paul tonight on our
birthday...."
 "Sandra, that's still no reason to have forced us into this room just to
talk, to find out what you already know."
 "Come on Mom please!"
 "Sandra you should already know your right, you and Paul have both gone
through exactly what that week was supposed to mean, but this little
reminder isn't all that bad for you two."
 "Mom, come on!  Angela please!"
 "However, you and Paul do know exactly what this means!  But I want you two
to remember this doesn't effect your weeks apart," Mom said looking at Laura
and Angela."
 "I know," Laura said softly.
 "Do you understand Angela?"
 "Yes."
 "All right Sandra, I guess it's agreed that you and Paul can make love
tonight.  But only once, at quarter after eight.  But just once, no more
than that, and I expect you out within a half hour Sandra.  Remember your
grandparents are here, and your aunt, and they don't know anything right
now!"
 "When is Dad going to tell them?"
 "When he gets around to it Sandra.  Now if that's all you wanted to talk
about, I've got to get back to my roast.  We're having the good stuff.  A
nice rump," Mom said smiling at me.  I took it as my sister's didn't know
what the "good stuff" was.
 "Mmmmm..." Laura agreed.  "Then you better get down there and make sure it
doesn't burn."
 "All right," Mom said with a laugh as she got up.  "I'm going!"
 I had gotten what I wanted, even if it was only one load of semen, it was a
lot better than none.  It was the best birthday present I could have ever
gotten, a half hour to love Paul properly.
 Dinner was exquisite as usual.  Absolutely delicious as it always was when
we had the "good stuff" and even grandpa and grandma agreed.  They kept
asking what it was they were so pleased with it.  Even Aunt Jessica liked
it, but Mom wouldn't tell them the "secret" to her recipe.
 I couldn't believe how slow time was passing, and I had never got the
chance to tell Paul the good news either.  I think he must have thought
something was wrong with me because I was so chipper.
 Time rolled on, seconds ticking, lasting for what seemed like forever.
Eight o'clock rolled around and Dad still hadn't said a word about the next
evening.  Or us.  Or about anything.
 Dad had gotten the information that Jessica's had left her husband because
he had cheated on her.  Dad had cussed a blue streak angry at the guy.
Personally I didn't blame him from what Aunt Jessica had said if the guy had
of been my husband I would have torn his throat out.
 Clark went upstairs about five after eight with Angela to put her to sleep.
And I kept glancing at the clock.  Paul noticed me glancing at the clock at
seven after eight and I motioned for him to follow me.
 I left the room and slipped into his bedroom.  A few moments later he came
through the door.  "What up," he asked.
 "Hopefully you," I said smiling before kissing him and pulling his shirt
tails out from his pants.
 "What are you doing," he asked as I stripped him of his shirt and threw it
to the floor.
 "We've got..." I said glancing at my watch "...six minutes, until your
birthday...I thought a little foreplay might be nice."
 "Sandra," he said as I started undoing the buttons of my blouse, "foreplay
usually means were going to have sex.  But...."
 "Shut up," I told him before kissing him again and undoing his pants.  "I
talked to Mom, and Angela, and Laura...."  I kissed him again pushing his
pants down a little before they slipped to the floor.  "I told them...I
wanted to celebrate our birthdays...properly...making love."
 "And?" he asked expectantly as I took off my skirt.
 "And I want you to be inside me when we turn eighteen."
 "Really?"
 "Yes," I told him kissing him again as his hands found my bra strap and
released my breasts.  "We can only do this once tonight though.  And we've
only got half an hour before we have to be out there again.  Eleven
after..." I said glancing at my watch.
 "I guess that's enough foreplay," I told him as I quickly pushed my panties
down and kicked them towards the place where we usually tossed our clothes.
"Do you think you'll be able to love me for the rest of our lives," I asked
him holding my arms out and spinning for him.
 "Always," he whispered before his lips closed over mine and pushed me back
on to the bed.  He kissed me again, and then again before his fingers
drifted down my sides until they were caressing my hips.
 I looked at my watch as I took it off "Thirteen after," I said dropping it
to the floor.  "Come on in, birthday boy!"  I spread my legs for him as wide
as I could and with one thrust he was in.  I wrapped my legs around him
tightly as he started loving me.
 Each thrust was accompanied by an excruciatingly long kiss.  Each kiss
accompanied by a groan or grunt or a moan from one of us.  We were both
trying to be as quiet as possible, but on the wildest night of sex in the
year it was hard.  It was so hard!
 I dug my fingers deeper into his hard ass and he growled in pain before
lashing out and slashing into my neck with his teeth.  All I could do was
moan a little louder and buck against him a little harder.
 I hissed and his strokes became even stronger as he gave up on my neck
taking one of my stiff nipples in his mouth.  Pleasure sparked through every
pore, every cell of my body as we made love.
 Wild animalistic love, that's what it was, he pushed me higher and higher,
pushing me barrelling through one orgasm right into the next.  Until they
seemed to merge into just one long wonderful pleasure ride.
 Even though I had my eyes clenched shut, I could feel Paul on top of me.  I
forced my eyes open and ran my hands up his back and grabbed a fistful of
his mane hair and pulled on it.  He went rigid and then stream after
wonderful stream of hot golden searing semen sprayed my insides.
 When it slowed he cocked his head back and howled.  I stroked his mane and
brought his lips down to mine in a delicious kiss.  "Paul...oh I'm sorry I
didn't realize your girlfriend had come over," Grandpa said after the door
had slid open.
 Paul got up a little and snarled at Grandpa.  "Sandra?" he said getting a
look at who Paul was on top of.  I let out a little snarl of my own while
clinging to Paul.  "What...what the hell are you two doing?"
 Neither of us replied, neither of us could reply we were to wild with love.
Paul settled down a little on me when he saw that Grandpa wasn't making any
move of taking me away from him.  But he still kept a watchful eye on him.
 "Dad...."
 "Dick what the hell are they doing?"
 "Dad...come on, you better leave them alone right now.  They'll be done in
a second," Dad said pulling Grandpa out of the room.
 Paul kissed me again stroking my sweaty hair a little, still warm and solid
inside me.  Slowly the kisses died down, and we reclaimed a little bit of
sanity.  Paul rolled off of me, giving me another little kiss he gave my
pussy a little petting and I purred against him in satisfied contentment.
 Gradually we came to the conclusion that we had to get out of bed and go
meet every one again, while the truth was out.  I moved down his body and
cleaned him off, then we scrambled out of bed into our clothes.
 I kissed him before we left the little sanctuary holding each other's hand.
I walked with my legs a little tighter together, trying to keep as much of
Paul's love that I could inside me.
 Laura and Brad were sitting across from each other and Aunt Jessica had
disappeared somewhere.  But what was openly obvious was that all eyes were
on us as we sat down on the couch, especially Grandpa's.
 Grandpa turned to Dad and asked a single question "How long has this been
going on?"
 "All there lives," Dad said honestly not even turning away from Grandpa's
strong gaze.  "They've been making love to each other since they were a
little over six months old--all of them."
 With that Grandpa turned his gaze on to Laura who turned her gaze down into
her lap.  Then he glanced over at Brad, who barely stood it.  But he kept
his eyes right on Grandpa.
 "Angela?" Grandma asked softly.
 "Six and a half months."
 "Who's idea was it?" Grandpa grumbled turning his glare back on Paul and
me.
 "Ours," I replied somewhat more shakily than I had meant to.
 "And yous?" he said looking at Dad and Mom "have you...."
 "Never!" Dad said almost insulted at the accusation of sleeping with us.
Mom took Dads hand trying to keep her head held high under Grandpa's
scrutiny.
 "I love him," I tried to explain, bringing Grandpa's glare back on me.  I
didn't want to do anything other than scurry under Paul's arm for
protection, but somehow I held my ground knowing that it would be our only
chance.
 "That's why I asked Dad to invite you here."
 "What?" Grandpa scuffed while Grandma laid her hand on his arm.
 "We...we wanted you to marry us...."
 "What!" he roared.
 "Please Grandpa, listen.  I love Paully, and he loves me.  We're already
mated for life, we know that.  What we want is a ceremony of marriage and we
asked you to come to perform it."
 "You want me to perform some sort of ceremony to agree with this incestuous
relationship!  Well your wrong!  I won't do it!"
 "Grandpa, damn it.  Listen to me!  You are the eldest of us here, we all
know that.  You are the eldest of what we are, even if you don't look it.
We know you are!  We all do!  So don't deny it!"
 "I'm not denying anything!" Grandpa shouted.
 "Then listen.  We're ready to start having babies," I told him and it
seemed to rock what he saw as a solid position.  "We know we belong
together, we know we're mates for life.  We know we will have children
together.  We know we belong together."
 "Then what the hell am I even doing here?  It seems to me you don't need
us, or any damn ceremony.  You want to live with incest, that's damn well
fine with me!"
 "Grandpa!  We want the ceremony to...make it legitimate...to make it more
permanent.  If you don't do it Dad's going to, and I'll tell my children
that it was Dad who was the first of our line, not you!  And I'll tell my
grandchildren the same damn thing, until your nothing more than a few words
on an old forgotten page!"
 "We're giving you the opportunity to take your rightful place Grandpa,"
Laura said coming to my aid.  "We want you to perform them.  No offense Dad,
but Grandpa your the one we want to do it.  You are the eldest of our line.
You can't blame us for wanting to follow this through the way it's set out."
 "What's set out!  All I see is a bunch of horny kids fucking each other.
And there all related."
 "Grandpa, we've got the whole thing planned.  It means a lot to all of us
for you to do the ceremony!" I told him.
 "Yeah sure it does," he grumbled as Grandma started rubbing his arm.  Laura
left the room and returned a little over a second later and thrust the only
copy of the papers that laid out the ceremony.  Two weeks of work.
 "Here!"  He took them from her and looked at the first page and then went
to tear them.
 "No," Dad shouted at him.  "The girls went through a lot of work to make up
those plans.  If you're not going to look at them put them up but don't tear
them apart."
 Grandma took the papers from him and looked at the first page.  Then the
second, and then the third, until she had glanced at every one of the twelve
pages.  She looked up at Grandpa when she was finished and she talked to him
through her mind.  Then turned and told the rest of us "He'll do it."
 Grandpa didn't look to happy but we were, Laura and me anyway.  Grandma's
word that he'd do it was better than his own word.  They may have been in
their fifties, but Grandma still had him wrapped around her little finger,
just like I was around Paul's.
 I hooked my arm in Paul's and gave him a little kiss before grinning at
him.  The night was turning out to be absolutely wonderful.  Paul and I had
been able to make love, Grandpa was going to perform the ceremony.
Everything seemed just to be going perfectly.
 Laura excused herself and Brad so they could go to bed.  I'm pretty sure we
all knew that it wasn't sleep she wanted to get, even though she was going
to need it for tomorrow night.
 I left a little while later to go to sleep, leaving Paul behind with
everyone else to talk with a kiss.
 When I woke up, Aunt Jessica was lying next to me wearing no more than what
I was wearing (nothing!)  I grabbed my robe from behind the chair and went
out into the living room and found Paul lying on the couch asleep hugging a
pillow tight against him.
 He looked so good.  I carefully got the pillow away from him giving him
myself to hug instead.  He was so warm, and smelt so masculine!  I kissed
him gently trying to rouse him with a soft whisper "Come on Paully, today's
the day!  You don't want to sleep through it do you?"
 He groaned and I responded by kissing him and opening the top of my robe a
little to press my breasts against his bare chest.  "Come on sweetie time to
wake up!"
 He groaned again shifting his bulk a little on the couch moving me right
along with him.  he was so hard and strong beneath me.  Even in sleep his
deep granite carved muscles still flowed easily, rippling under my touch.
 "Paully," I called to him kissing his ear.  "Wake up love."  he groaned
again only this time his hands drifted up my back into my hair.
 "Mmmmm...Sandra."
 "Come on Paully it's time for you to wake up.  Today's the day!  Today's
the first day of the rest of our lives, and your already trying to sleep it
away!"
 "Sandra, I was up late, let me sleep a little while longer!"
 "Paully!  Why'd you stay up then, why didn't you go to bed with me?"
 "Because," he moaned rubbing his forehead.  "Aunt Jessica needed somewhere
to sleep, and Mom suggested she sleep with you.  So since Grandma and
Grandpa got the mating room bed, I got stuck out here on the couch.  So I
had to wait until everyone was done talking to go to bed.  So please just
let me sleep a little while longer!"
 "You can't Paully, you've got all our stuff to move to the apartment, and
you've got to get ready for tonight!"
 "But its so far away, I just want ten more minutes, please!"
 "Paully...."
 "Come on Sandra ten more minutes!"
 "All right but that's all," I told him kissing his forehead.  "But you've
got to let go of me first."
 "Why," he asked with a groggy smile.
 "Because I've got tons of things to do Paul!  Including getting everything
packed up for you and Dad to move.  Do I have to remind you it's all got to
be over there by five!"
 "No," he groaned letting go of me.
 "Ten minutes!"
 "Yes dear," he sighed closing his eyes and pulling the blanket up to his
chin.
 "Good night sweet heart," I whispered giving him a kiss before heading into
the kitchen to make myself breakfast.
 "So today's the day huh?" Dad asked grinning at me when he came into the
kitchen a few minutes later.
 "Yes, finally," I sighed.  "Would you like some breakfast?"
 "What are you making?"
 "Sausage pancakes."
 "Sure if you add a little of your mothers gou...."
 "Do you have to eat everything with that on or in it?"
 "I happen to like it.  You just don't like me eating it because it means
there's less for you kids."
 "Well...."
 "You can't deny you like your mother's milk!"
 "No."
 "Or her little blood strips...."
 "No but...."
 "And what about the extra tiny bit of fresh blood?"
 "So, I like it," I sighed scooping out some of the thick delicacy and
mixing it into the pancake batter.
 "Everyone likes it.  We're lucky Daniel's such a good cook."
 "Yes, Mom is a great cook."
 "I'm going to miss you honey...I mean we'll miss you and...."
 "I'll miss you too Dad!" I said as a lump of emotion suddenly caught in my
throat.
 "Oh sweety," Dad said gathering me up in a wonderful bear hug.  "I'm going
to miss having you around the house, but I'm glad you and Paul decided to
get back together."
 "It won't be that bad, we'll see you at the bar and...we'll come over some
times, or you could come over and see us."
 "Count on it," he said trying to get a hold of the situation.  He held me
and let me cry into his chest.  Tears of joy and sadness.  I allowed myself
a few greedy seconds of relief before I composed myself enough to look him
in the eyes.
 "I love you Daddy," I said wrapping my arms around his neck to pull myself
up a little and kiss his lips.
 "I love you too Princess," he said holding me up by cupping my ass and
giving me a little kiss before setting me down.  "The pancakes!"
 I grabbed them off the burner but not fast enough before the first batch
was ruined.  "Damn it!"
 "It's all right, it looks like you've got lots left."
 "Yeah, but that doesn't make it any nicer.  Where's Mom?"
 "Asleep.  She wanted to get up but I told her to go back to sleep.  When
she gets up I don't think she'll allow herself a chance to take a break once
she does.  And she's still worn out from last night."
 "Did you's really stay up talking that late?"
 "Who said, talking wore her out," Dad said with a little grin before
gulping down half a glass of orange juice.
 "I just hope Paul has your sex drive when he gets as old as you!" I teased
grinning at him.
 "I'm not that old Sandra!  I'm only fifteen years older than you, you
know!"
 "I know Dad," I said flipping one of the pancakes.  "It's still kind of
amazing to me that you were only fifteen when you had Paul and me."
 "Well...Sandi...wanted to have babies right away.  Then Sandi and I told
Daniel about trying and...Daniel wanted to try too."
 "I still think it was all very romantic!"
 "Well at first I never wanted to make love to Daniel...."
 "You didn't?" I gasped wide-eyed.  "Why not?"
 "Well, Sandi and I were just getting together after our marriage...and I
wasn't interested in anyone but Sandi.  Now I don't know what I'd have done
without Daniel."
 "You miss her a lot too, don't you," I said softly as I set the plate of
pancakes in the centre of the table.
 "Yes.  I love your mother a lot, you's know that, but Sandi..." he said
dreamily.  "Sandi was my first mate...I made her a very special promise...."
 "What was it," I asked when he didn't continue while setting two places.
 "I shouldn't tell you Sandra."
 "Dad, its obviously bothering you or you wouldn't have mentioned it."
 "Sandra, I...I don't know."
 "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."
 "Sandra...I...."
 "Please, if there is anything I can do to help you I want to."
 "Sandra, there's nothing you can do."
 "All right, but when you are ready to tell me, or need someone to talk
to...I'll always be there for you Dad.  I promise!"
 "Thank you Sandra," he said wiping his eyes.  "Now...let's see how these
pancakes taste!"

 "Those were delicious," Dad said half an hour later patting his stomach.
 "I'm glad you liked them," I said smiling as I took his plate away from
him.
 "Thank you!"
 "You're welcome Dad," I said before sitting down on his lap and give him a
hug.  "I love you!"
 "I love you too sweety," he said softly before giving my cheek a little
kiss.  "I better go wake your mother."
 "And I better go get dressed...at least for a little while.  Thank you for
doing this for us!"
 "Your welcome Sandra!  But, I think you should thank your grandparents
again...it's them that are going to do it."
 "I will.  Dad...."
 "What is it honey?"
 "Before we get up, will you do one last thing for me?"
 "What is it?"
 "Give me a little petting?  Just between the two of us.  Before Brad or
Clark get there chance to grope me one last time.  Please."
 "Sandra...."
 "Please Dad," I said letting my robe fall open a little.  "Just a couple of
strokes."
 "Sandra...."
 "Please Daddy.  Just one last time."
 "Sandra, it's not my place to do that."
 "Pleeeeaaaaasssseeee," I begged.
 "All right," he sighed.  "Just for a moment, but that's all."
 "Thank you, thank you!" I said opening my legs a little bit and wrapping my
arms around his neck and leaning into his chest.  With nice long savory
strokes he petted me.  Within seconds he had me purring into his strong warm
chest.
 I closed my eyes and gave in to the wonderful sensations he was creating.
I cuddled as close to him as I could as he continued petting me.  It felt so
good, and so warm.
 His fingers withdrew and I looked up into his eyes.  He leaned over gave me
a quick little kiss on the lips and said "That's it honey.  I've got things
to do, and so do you."
 "All right," I sighed getting up off of him.  After a few moments I left
the kitchen for the bedroom.  The last thing I had ever expected was finding
Aunt Jessica masturbating.  When she noticed me she stopped acting guilty as
hell throwing the covers back over herself.
 "Sandra!  What...what are you doing here?"
 "Relax Aunt Jessica, go back to what you were doing.  I'm just going to get
dressed.  Honest I won't disturb you!" I said facing the dresser and
dropping my robe.
 "Why do you have Paul's name tattooed on your butt?"
 "Because I love him," I said looking at her over my shoulder deciding not
to ask why her eyes were on my ass at all.  She was sitting on her knees at
the edge of the bed clutching a blanket to her breasts.
 "Why would you ever put your brother's name on your bum!  What will your
husband say when you get married?"
 "Nobody told you," I asked turning around to face her.
 "Told me what?"
 "I just figured...."
 "Sandra!"
 "What?"
 "What did you think they told me?"
 "I just assumed...you knew...especially after the fuss Grandpa made!"
 "Sandra, just tell me!"
 "You know nothing about us?"
 "Sandra!"
 "Not even Dad, or Grandpa, or Grandma?"
 "Sandra, what are you talking about!"
 "Oh, hell, I don't want to be the one to tell you!  Dad or Grandpa or
Grandma should tell you!"
 "Sandra, I'm not asking them.  I'm asking you.  Now please, tell me!  Is
there something wrong, is your Dad...sick?"
 "No, it's nothing like that.  Dad hasn't been sick from anything, ever,
well not as far as I remember."
 "He's all right then?"
 "Perfectly."
 "Then what is it?"
 "I just don't know if Dad would want me to tell you."
 "Of course he would, I'm his sister!"
 "Well, I don't know if I should tell anyone else outside of the family."
 "Sandra, I am family!  I'm your Aunt!"
 "Sandi was Dad's you know?"
 "I know that, she was mine too!  Sandra, just tell me!"
 "Do you like making love to another woman," I asked trying to side track
her.
 "Sandra, what the hell has my sex life got to do with any of this?"
 "I do."
 "Is that what it is, your gay?"
 "No!"
 "Then Sandra, what is it?"
 "All right, if I tell you do you promise not to tell anyone else?"
 "Sandra!"
 "Promise?"
 "Fine I promise!  Now what is it?"
 "Do you remember the first time you ever made love?"
 "What...May 23, 2011, it was in the back seat of a hover-car with my
boyfriend at the time.  Now what...."
 "My first time was when I was six months and two days old."
 "What," she coughed.
 "I was two days and six months old and starting to crawl."
 "How....  Who, was it your father?"
 "No, of course not!  Dad, would never do what he believes is wrong."
 "Then...it wasn't your grandfather...please say it wasn't him!"
 "It wasn't," I said with a laugh, "you keep going the wrong way, and your
making it sound as if I was raped!"
 "Weren't you?"
 "Of course not.  I was a very willing party.  It was with my mate silly!"
 "Your mate?"
 "Yes, Grandpa and Grandma came because I'm going to marry him."
 "Marry?  Sandra, your too young to be thinking about marriage!"
 "No I'm not," I said laughing.  "I've been thinking about it since I was
five and I've been trying to get pregnant since my first time in heat!"
 "In heat?  Sandra, you sound like your talking about an animal."
 "I don't know, maybe I am."
 "You said your Grandparents came because you were getting married.  Why
didn't they tell me?"
 "Because they didn't know, not until last night!"
 "Why not?"
 "Because we didn't tell them.  We didn't want to, not even the phone and
certainly not the way they found out."
 "They found you in bed with him didn't they?"
 "Grandpa," I agreed.  "Right on that bed!"  She glanced at the bed for a
second before turning her eyes back to me.
 "Then you told them while I was helping Clark with his homework?"
 I glanced at her and then as secretly as I could I sniffed the air closer
to her.  She hadn't!  I almost sighed in relief. "Yes, I guess it was during
that time."
 "So are you going to tell me who 'your mate' is?"
 "I don't know if I should.  I've already told you a lot."
 "Oh, come on Sandra, you've got to tell me more, when is the date for the
wedding?  Even if your going to get married so young.  Your parents really
aren't doing anything to stop you's?"
 "No.  I kind of feel sorry for you Aunt Jessica."
 "For heaven's sake why Sandra?"
 "One for that sorry son of a bitch of a husband you had and two not really
knowing and being part of your heritage."
 "What's that supposed to mean?"
 "I mean...haven't you ever wondered why Momma Sandi and Dad got married
when he was so young?  Or why he left home, or why he worked in the bar as a
bouncer then too.  How he married and kept two wives satisfied?"
 "Well, I...I never really thought about it!"
 "If you want to know more, your going to have to talk to Dad or Grandpa!"
 "Please, Sandra, just tell me, you obviously know more about my family than
I do."
 "Look, just go back to your safe normal life."
 "What's that supposed to mean?"
 "Look, if I told you any more, even if I told you who I was mated to you'd
throw a fit.  I don't want that not on my wedding...look just forget about
it.
 "If you can't see the truth in the mirror, then your better off not knowing
and keeping your safe world separate from ours."
 "Sandra what the hell are you talking about!"
 "Fine I'll show you," I said grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the
bed.  I pulled her all the way out of the bedroom into the bathroom flicking
on the light.
 "Sandra, let go, your hurting me!"
 "Do you see the difference," I asked looking at her in the mirror.  Her
small emerald green pupils filled with pain and curiosity.
 "What?"
 "Look damn it!  Look for once in your life!  What do you see?  Tell me!"
 "You and me, and if someone catches us wandering around in our birthday
suits...."
 "You don't get it do you?"
 "What am I supposed to get Sandra?"
 "Look now," I said flicking off the light.  "Now what do you see?"
 "...Your...your eyes!"
 "Bingo!"
 "So your eyes shimmer a little bit?  So what?"
 "So what color are Dad's eyes?"
 "Gold...what does...."
 "Have you seen anyone else with gold eyes?"
 "Your brothers and...."
 "I mean outside of the family."
 "I...I guess not."
 "That's only a sign," I told her "you don't want to know the rest, so leave
it alone!" I said before heading out of the bathroom.
 "I may not want to know," she said grabbing me by the shoulder.  My body
tensed by reflex but I managed to keep enough control from turning and
hitting her.  "But I need to, and you are going to tell me!"
 "I've got too many things to do!"
 "Well that's too bad!  Your going to have to tell me!"
 "Or what?  Do you think you could force me to do something I don't want to
do.  You couldn't even hold me in place!"
 "Tell me Sandra!"
 "Why should I?"
 "Because...I'm your Aunt!  Sandra, your Dad would tell me if I asked!"
 "I don't know...."
 "Sandra come on!  Start with something small like telling me if this is or
isn't your wedding day."
 "It is," I sighed.
 "Who are you marrying?"
 "My mate."
 "Who is?"
 "My lover."
 "What is his name?"
 "I don't...."
 "His name Sandra, what is it?"
 "It's...the same one that's on my ass."
 She looked at me a second confused and then as if astounded said "Paul?"
 "Yes, Paul!"
 "So it isn't your brother's name on your butt?"
 "Of course it is!"
 "You mean it's just spelt the same right?"
 "No, I mean I had my mate's name tattooed on my ass!"
 "Your...your marrying...your brother?"
 "Yes."
 "But...but you can't, do your parents know about...you two?"
 "Yes, to both questions."
 "Your...lovers?"
 "Since we were six months and two days old.  I told you that already."
 "But Paul!"
 "He's my mate just like Brad is Laura's!"
 "Laura's sleeping with Brad?"
 "Of course, and Angela with Clark!"
 "Angela?  You can't be serious."
 "Why wouldn't I?"
 "But Angela's only five!"
 "So?  She started when she was eight months old, she was older than I was."
 "But isn't Clark too...big for her?"
 "She likes it."
 "Why are you's sleeping with each other?"
 "Because we've mated, at least Laura and me are."
 "What about Angela?"
 "She's not old enough.  Laura and Brad only mated a couple of months ago.
Would you like to watch them while I start packing?"
 "Packing?"
 "Paul and I move out today too!"
 "You have these matings on tape?"
 "Of course Dad's always adamant about it."
 "Your father watches these?"
 "Everyone does, the mating ceremony is to express love and claim...."
 "Mating ceremony?"
 "That's what I call it anyway...as I was saying it expresses love and
claims the mating publicly.  Binding the two together forever infront of the
entire world.  I've really got to get dressed and get to work.  I've got so
many things to do...."
 "Sandra, how can you marry him."
 "I love him!"
 "That's not what I mean!  What I mean is how can you marry him.  The
marriage computer won't give you the...."
 "Oh, that.  We will keep the records of that, to us it's legal with our
laws."
 "Your laws.  Sandra aren't you going a little too far with this?"
 "No!  We are different from...normal...."
 "Sandra," Paul called coming into the bathroom.  He glanced at Jessica then
put his full attention back on me.  "You haven't been?" he said motion
between us.
 "No Paully, what would you like?"
 "Well," he said glancing back at her nervously indecisive.
 "She knows about us Paully."
 "In that case.  How 'bout a kiss?"
 "My pleasure," I said smiling as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
 "Now for a proper morning kiss," he whispered glancing at my lips before
gently pressing his against mine.  I moaned against him as he pressed his
hand against the small of my back, pushing me against his arousal.
 "It's going to be wonderful to wake up to that every morning," I sighed
relaxing a little against him.  "Was that all you wanted?  If you want
another one...."
 "Sorry hon, I came into ask what Dad and I are supposed to move, it's
nearly ten thirty."
 "Oh no!  All right.  Is Dad going to let us take the furniture?"
 "He said it, plus your dresser from upstairs was his and Mom's wedding
present to us."
 "Ok, then start with the furniture.  I'll get to the closet in a couple of
minutes, just make sure you leave me a pair of jeans and one of your
T-shirts."
 "All right," he grinned as his fingers drifted own my body and started
petting me.  A soft purr escaped from between my lips and he separated
himself from me.
 I groaned watching him go and it took me a few seconds before I could think
straight again.  "You two really love each other don't you?"
 "I'm marrying him aren't I?"
 "Yes, but, not legally, you both could walk away from it and pretend it
never happened."
 "And be shunned for the rest of our lives by our own kind, I don't think
so.  Besides I love Paul, now and I will when I'm old and grey!"
 "I thought that about David.  But he still left me!"
 "But we're not talking about you, we're talking about me.  Paul and I have
been together one day and eighteen years.  Besides, I know what it's like to
be without him, and I'm going to do everything in my power not to again."
 "Your still brother and sister...."
 "Only technically."
 "Technically," she scoffed.  "Sandra, you said you were trying for babies,
what about abnormalities?  Genetic Degradation?"
 "There won't be any!"
 "How do you know?  How can you be absolutely sure?"
 "I just am!"
 "By what?  Intuition?"
 "No!"
 "Sandra, you could...."
 "I don't want to hear another word," I shouted.  I heard something drop a
little bit away and then Paul was back in the bathroom.
 "What's wrong Sandra," he asked concerned taking me into his arms.
 "She's trying to scare me," I said clinging to him.
 "Go back to our room and get dressed.  I'll be there in a few minutes."
 "No, I want to stay with you!"
 "Sandra!  I want to talk to Aunt Jessica for a minute," he said with a
scowl.  "Alone!"
 "Paul, don't!"
 "I'm not going to let anyone scare you Sandra!"
 "She didn't really scare me.  She was just sort of trying to intimidate my
feelings.  I just want to get to work!  Then I want to marry you!  And spend
the rest of our lives making babies."
 "I didn't mean...."
 "Leave her alone," Paul told her hugging me tighter until he was lifting me
up.  "I won't have you disturbing her thoughts, not today!  I don't care if
you are Dad's sister or not you'll find yourself broken into little tiny
pieces.  Come on honey."
 "But I..." she said as Paul slung me over his shoulder and carried me out
of the bathroom.
 "You didn't have to do that," I said as he lowered me down on my feet in
our room.
 "Honey, I'm not going to have people bothering you on our wedding day!"
 "She wasn't bothering me, not really..." I got out before Aunt Jessica
stormed into the room.  Paul quickly stepped between us.
 "What are you doing here?"
 "I'm getting my clothes!  Do you mind?"
 "No, go ahead," Paul said warily.
 "Thank you!" she grumbled snatching her panties up off the floor.
 "That's a good look for you Jes," Dad said before she had a chance to
straighten up.
 "Dick," she said surprised bolting up and spinning around to face him.  At
the same time trying to cover up her privates.
 "You look wonderful," he said moving closer to her and letting his eyes
roam freely over her flesh.
 "Dick, what are you doing," she said turning so he couldn't see her ass as
he walked around her.
 "I'm looking at a very beautiful woman," he said and her cheeks burned red.
"And modest too!" he added with a chuckle standing infront of her.  Then
almost breathlessly added "Let's see," while reaching for the arm she was
covering her breasts with.
 They both were staring into each others eyes, and when Dad touched her arm,
she dropped her arms down to her sides; her panties landing on the floor,
forgotten.
 "Gorgeous," I heard him whisper as I moved out from behind Paul.
 "Thank you," she replied in a husky whisper as he gently touched her hip
with his fingertips.  His hand slowly slid up her side until he was cupping
one of her breasts and rubbing the stiff pink nipple with his thumb.
 "Dad, are you going to make love to her," I asked hoarsely.  She quickly
glanced at me then turned back to Dad, looking him in the eyes again.  It
was the first time that Dad had ever showed any interest in any woman other
than Mom.
 "Yes..." he said almost inaudibly and she bit her bottom lip watching him
as his other hand settled down on her other hip.  "If she wants me to."  She
didn't say anything, she didn't move, it almost looked like she wasn't even
breathing.  Just watching him.
 "What are we doing" Jessica said breaking the spell, "your my brother!"
 "Jes, I'm nothing like David.  I won't hurt you.  I never really could.  I
love you.  Let me...."
 "Dick, its only because I haven't been with a man in a long time.  I guess
I'm just getting desperate," she said it but I don't think she meant it
because her hands were still on his hard chest.  "Besides what would you
tell Danny?"
 "To come join us.  You're very special to me Jes.  Very special.  How long
before you  have to go back home?"
 I don't know.  I was a house wife to David.  I picked up after him and
cleaned the house...."
 "So nothing would happen if you stayed a little longer?"
 "Dick, I-I-I don't know if that's a good idea."
 "Why not, you don't need to go home, you can stay for another week.  We
really haven't had time to catch up with each other.  That'll give us a
proper opportunity to catch up."
 "We'll put a new bed in here for the kids and you can sleep upstairs, in
the spare room, if you want...otherwise you can sleep with Becky and me."
 "Dick...."
 "Think about it okay?" Dad said grabbing his T-shirt and putting it on
before returning to her.  "And while your thinking, remember this."  Then he
wrapped his arms around her protesting body, drew her close and kissed her
with all the passion he could put into it.
 After a moment she melted against his body making the kiss two sided.  When
they parted she was gasping for air and he was grinning at her.  "Remember?"
 She bit her swollen lip and nodded.  "Well...you better get dressed Jes, or
I'm liable to do something more than kiss you."
 She blushed and Dad backed away.  "Come on Paul, let's give these ladies
some time to dress.  For the little time that they'll need 'em."
 Paul kissed me and then left the bedroom with Dad.  "What was that supposed
to mean," Aunt Jessica asked a few minutes later "for the little while you's
need 'em."
 "Well for me it means my wedding, but you...I think what he means is to get
into you.  I've never seen Dad like that before."
 "Like what?"
 "A man, at least not when he was around Mom or Momma Sandi.  He really
likes you!"
 "Of course he does, he thinks I'm an open sex smorgasbord. I can't believe
I even let him kiss me.  For gods sake he's my brother!"
 "He doesn't think of you like that.  He loves you!"
 "Are you confusing love with lust?"
 "No, I know the difference between the two, too well.  Trust me, he loves
you very much!"
 "Why are you two getting married?"
 "Because..." I replied hesitantly to get back on to the subject of me and
Paul.  "I love him, he loves me.  What else is there?"
 "True love?"
 "Paully is my true love!"
 "But he's also your brother."
 "So?  Momma Sandi...used to say that she was glad that she didn't give
birth to both of us."
 "So there wouldn't be the same genes?"
 "No, because she says we would have kept her up all the time by making love
inside her.  She also used to tease us that we were joined at the pelvis we
made love so much," I sighed.  "We've done everything, he made love to my
ass once when we were seven and I loved it...but now he's just too big to do
that any more.  I've gotten off topic.  Why don't you want to make love to
Daddy?  He's a wonderful man, he's really loving, and he'll satisfy the
hunger.  He's so beautiful.
 "I'd make love to him myself if I could convince Dad to let me, and get
Paul to agree."
 "You would?"
 "Oh yes, Dad is such a magnificent male...and so well...hung.  Paully's
getting there but he's still not as big as Dad.  Besides I think I'd like to
have Dad's seed just once!"
 "But...he's your father."
 "Yeah, but God would he be a wonderful lover.  He's spent days locked in
his bedroom with Momma Daniel and Momma Sandi.  And the sounds that came
from their room...."
 "Are you girls dressed yet," Dad asked through the door.  "Paul and I still
have quite a few things to move.  Oh, and Sandra, Rebeca's here!"
 "Already?  Ok, send her in!"
 "Sandra," Rebeca said rushing into the room and kissing me.
 "Hi Rebeca," I whispered as her hand caressed my ass through the pair of
jeans I had put on.  "Rebeca, this is my Aunt Jessica.  Aunt Jessica this is
my best friend Rebeca."
 "I thought you said it was your Aunt Lorena that was coming," she said
looking Aunt Jessica over.
 "She is, she's supposed to be here at one."
 "I'm sorry I'm late...."
 "Late?"
 "You told me to be here by twelve thirty didn't you?  It's nearly quarter
to."
 "Oh no, that means Aunt Lorena will be here anytime."
 "Are you going to be honoring the bride and groom," Rebeca said with
obvious interest.
 "Rebeca!"
 "Honoring the bride and groom?"
 "She doesn't know about the ceremony as much as you do," I told Rebeca.
"She just basically knows there's going to be one."
 "You've got to, I know Sandra would like you to be there, wouldn't you?"
she said glancing at me.
 "What...what would I have to do?"
 "Nothing much, just go naked."
 "Naked?"
 "Yes, it sounds like it's going to be wonderful," Rebeca said gleefully
trying to explain what I had told her.  I packed what I thought was the rest
of what Paul and I would want.  Paul and Dad were in and out of the room
collecting things.
 Every time Dad came in he glanced or looked at his sister, sometimes giving
her a wide brimming smile which she returned shyly as Rebeca kept bending
her ear.
 "Sandra," someone called me from the door in a near whisper.
 "Aunt Lorena," I said happily hugging her. "I'm so happy you came!"
 "Well, how could I let my favourite niece down?  Let's take a look," she
said taking a step back and looking me over.  "You've really grown up fast
since the last time I was here."
 "That was two years ago!"
 "And now your getting married.  Congratulations."
 "Yeah, isn't it wonderful?"
 "Absolutely."
 "Hi, it's nice to see you again Lorena!"
 "Hello Jessica, its nice to see you too...and your...let me think...Rebeca
right?"
 "Right!" Rebeca said with a smile.
 "The description of the ceremony sounded wonderful...I almost wish I was
getting married again!  Did you decide on who was going to stand with you?"
 "Yes...I asked Rebeca."
 "That's...great," Aunt Lorena said glancing at Rebeca.
 "Where's that husband of yours," I asked.
 "_________'s in the living room with your Grandfather.  There talking about
something or other.  I don't know if I managed or not to talk him into
taking of his clothes for the ceremony, but I want you to know I will."
 "Thank you," I told her before kissing her cheek.  "I'd like you to be
there for the third part."
 "Thank you," she said excitedly giving me a kiss.
 "What third part?" Aunt Jessica asked.
 "Eight people get to watch her and Paul make love to finish the marriage
ceremony," Rebeca explained happily.
 "Watch them?"
 "Until they've each had one orgasm," Lorena added.
 "How...how are the eight chosen?"
 "Well, Mom and Dad are automatic, so is the friend of the bride and groom.
The rest Paul and I choose from the ones that honor us."
 "By going naked?"
 "Yes."
 "Where...where's the ceremony being held?"
 "Here in the living room.  Then Paul and I...have something to do...and we
meet you's back at our place, in the bedroom."
 "Who else will be here?"
 "I think everyone is here.  I don't think anyone else is coming.  Unless
Paul or Mom invited someone I don't know about."
 "What time?"
 "Eleven thirty," I told her stuffing the last sweater into the last box.
"There I'm done!"
 "Where is that man of yours anyway.  I haven't seen him or your father
yet?"
 "Oh, if they're not here there probably on a trip to our place.  They'll be
back soon...."
 "Do you think we'd have enough time to have a little stagette party?" Aunt
Lorena asked.
 "That's a wonderful idea," Rebeca declared.
 "I don't think I've got that much time!"
 "Sure you do!  You can take a couple of hours we'll go at seven, you'll be
back here by nine o'clock with two and a half hours to get ready."
 "Well...."
 "Come on, let's do it Sandra," Rebeca told me.  "It'll be fun.  One last
romp before your tied down."
 "Paul would never tie me down!"
 "It's an expression Sandra," Aunt Jessica explained.
 "I know what it is and I don't like it!  Talk about your own men like that,
but not my Paully!"
 "All right Sandra!" Lorena said laughing at me.  "Now what do you say.
We'll ask your mother and Jessica's."
 "Fine I've got to take this box to the front door.  You go ahead!"
 Five o'clock came and we all had a little snack.  Contrary to what I
thought Mom loved the idea of a bachlerette party at the local male strip
club.  Rebeca wasn't very interested but she said she wanted to go anyway,
for me.  I thought it was sweet of her.
 At six I was with Laura getting to go out.  I wanted Laura to go too but
Mom wouldn't let her saying she was too young.  I found that a repulsively
simple answer especially over Laura.  She'd been through probably through
more sex sessions than a good number of the women that would be at the club.
 When Laura saw Brad and Clark come in she left the room closing the door
behind her.  They were both entitled to grope me, and we could do anything
they wanted except for intercourse.  That was for Paul.  Although I hadn't
expected both of them at once.  I had planned on giving them each a
blow-job, but coming in together made it a little more difficult.
 Clark wrapped his arm around my neck kissing my cheek and cupping my breast
through Paul's T-shirt.  "We've only got an hour," I told them looking at
there mirror images.  "You can both...go at once now, during the hour,
or...you can each have my full attention for a full hour, one of you now,
and one of you when I get back."
 "I want to play first," Clark said squeezing my breast.
 "I want her first," Brad argued.  "I'm the oldest.  I get her first!"
 "You two decide quickly, I don't have as long as I want to play with you's
as it is.  I was sure you would have found me hours ago to play!  I don't
want waste the few minutes we have," I said standing up turning to look at
them.
 "What about sharing for two hours?" Clark said looking at me.
 "I'd prefer one at a time," I told them softly.  "That way I can pay you's
each individual attention.  Just decide who's going first."
 "I want to!" Clark said anxiously.
 "No, me!" Brad amended.
 "Look you two, I'll decide!  But you've got to remember, no sex!"
 "We know," they both said together.
 "All right, right now until I've got to go I'll spend the hour with both of
you.  But when I get home I'll spend a half hour alone with each of you.
And Clark will be first, ok?"
 Clark smiled and nodded while Brad grumbled his agreement.  "Play nice," I
told Brad running my finger over his chest before giving his lips a kiss.
"Now are you two going to undress me or should I do it myself?"
 "Let us," Brad said while his fingers quickly hefted my shirt off.  Then
while he worked on my pants Clark wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing
my neck.  Brad knelt down and ripped my panties off and eased my legs apart
then kissed my clitoris.
 When he got up he pulled my legs out from under me.  Clark caught me and
the two of them threw me across the room, landing in a roll on the bed.  I
got up onto my hands and knees snarling watching them as they both stripped
off their clothes.
 Their two huge stiff cocks swaying back and forth infront of them as they
approached the bed.  I snarled at them and they growled at me in response.
I lunged at Brad, the two of us rolled around on the ground until he slammed
into the floor and I sank my teeth into his neck.
 He grunted trying to push me off of him but I clung to him with my teeth
until Clark tore me away by grabbing me by my waist throwing me back onto
the bed.  In a second he was on top of me, snarling, his hard stiff member
pressing into my thigh.
 Slowly it moved up, ever closer to my centre.  I growled at him as he tried
to force me into submission with his eyes, but I threw him off me onto the
floor.  I flung myself off the bed landing on top of him biting into his
neck.
 He snarled but I held him in my teeth shaking his neck.  His blood filling
my mouth.  Then Brad's fingertips were on my neck, stroking me all the way
down my back over my ass, over my pussy.  I released Clark to turn and look
up and growl at Brad.  But he kept stroking me.  Petting me, until I started
purring.  Petting me until I started moaning.
 Then he stopped.  I looked up at him sadly, longingly wanting him to
continue petting me.  I whimpered and he leaned over and licked my lips, and
gave me a little kiss.  Then he gently lifted me up, still whimpering,
letting Clark up at the same time.
 Then he laid me down on the bed and started stroking my pussy again,
starting me purring.  He kissed me, then lowered his lips to my breast and
started sucking and licking it.  Clark came up on my other side and started
petting and kissing and licking me too.
 Then one of them filled my breasts and they started drinking my milk,
devouring it hungrily.  Their penis' growing a little bigger as they drank.
Clark began humping my leg while Brad's fingers delved into my vagina.
 I moaned and moved against his hand, trying to move my clitoris tighter
against his fingers.  I reached out and claimed both of their penis's and
started pumping them they moaned and sucked harder at my nipples draining
the last few drops of milk.
 When Clark had finished with my breast he kissed my lips and moved away
from me, a second later his lips closed around my pussy.
 Brad shifted his position too since his fingers were no longer needed
between my legs.  He straddled my chest setting his penis between my tits.
Then he squeezed himself between my breasts and started tit fucking me.
Every chance his cock came close enough I tried to lick and kiss the head of
it.
 Brad squeezed and pinched my nipples making them so stiff, and so aroused
he had me screaming in pleasure.  And Clark was sucking on my clitoris so
loudly.  It was heavenly.  The two of them working on me so diligently.
Bringing me through orgasm after orgasm before Brad finally shot his seed
all over my face and in my anxious mouth.
 When Brad climbed off of me I grabbed Clark by his hair and pulled him up
away from my pussy snarling.  I kissed his lips and growled back at him
wrapping both my hands around his shaft pumping him.  I pushed him off
rolling him onto his back and moving down him until I was sitting on his
legs pumping his hard cock and rubbing my pussy against his hairy muscled
legs bringing us both to one good orgasm each.
 I laid down on the bed beside Clark wiping their semen into me and they
both cuddled up against my sides trying to wrap me each in their own
embraces, kissing my face.
 We laid there together, kissing each other tentatively and caressing each
other until Laura came back into the room.  "Sandra, you better get up and
get ready to go, you got five minutes before they want to take you out of
here."
 "All right," I sighed getting up from there embraces and quickly started to
get ready.  By the time I was leaving the bedroom Brad and Clark had
stripped Laura and had pulled her into bed with them.  When I was closing
the door she was on all fours with Brad buried to the hilt in her pussy and
sucking on Clark.
 The strip club wasn't exactly the most wonderful place to be.  Truthfully I
think I would have rather been at home playing with Clark and Brad, or even
better making love with Paul.  It was even hard to try and keep my thoughts
on what was going on around me.  I was so anxious to make love to Paul and
be married.  I was looking so forward to the ceremony that was only a few
hours away.  And the release that would follow in the days to come.
 Also I thought about what I should do to Brad and Clark during there half
an hour each.  I hardly noticed my screaming relatives crowded around the
man stripping and waving his naked body infront of my face.
 All in all it was the most boring two hours in my entire life.  When I got
home I went straight upstairs and found Clark and gave him a nice long
lingering blow-job.  When he came I'm damn near sure I swallowed nearly half
a litre of his seed.  But he was, I think, definitely satisfied.
 When Brad came in and Clark had left Brad begged me to let him make love to
me.  He insisted, he begged, but I wouldn't let him, but I did take him
between my thighs while I was on my hands and knees and let him fuck me
there.
 When he was finished there was another trail of semen down the insides of
my thighs.  I kissed and held him tight for the remainder of the time
letting his hands wander wherever they wanted to.  I even stayed with him a
little longer than I meant to.
 At quarter after ten I showered and cleaned myself up applying a little
fresh make up, and some a few dabs of clitoris juices around in the right
places.  Then I put on a robe, not really wanting to get dressed only for
less than a half hour.
 I went down to the kitchen and got a glass of orange juice before all the
women save for Angela and Laura piled into the kitchen to give me all the
last minute advice a person could ever take in a half an hour.
 Then it all came down to that minute.  Laura came into the kitchen,
buck-naked exclaiming "It's time!"  Then without waiting for a word turned
and left the kitchen just as fast.
 "I guess it's time," Mom whispered with a smile kissing my cheek.  She
looked like she was closer to tears than I had ever seen her in my entire
life.
 "Yep," I replied softly, brimming.  "How are we going to do this?"
 "Do what," Lorena asked softly.
 "How are we going to go out.  I mean, do I go out first, or do you's
or...."
 "Why don't you give us five minutes and then follow us  out?"
 "All right."
 "Nervous?" Rebeca whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek.  When she
pulled back and looked at me I nodded.  And she smiled at me
understandingly.  Aunt Jessica and Aunt Lorena both gave me a kiss on the
cheek each before they left through the kitchen door letting it swing shut
behind them.
 "Here we go," I told myself forcing a smile, then pushed the kitchen door
open and went through it.  The entire room  was filled with naked bodies.
Not even Donald had kept his clothes on.
 Mom and Dad were standing up at the front holding hands, and Mom had tears
running down her over her cheeks.  Rebeca was smiling at me, fully naked.
Even Aunt Jessica who was standing beside Aunt Lorena was naked.  She smiled
at me and I returned the smile.
 Angela and Laura were standing on either side of Clark smiling at me.
Laura's eyes were red with tears too, and Angela just looked...intensely
interested in what was going on.
 Grandma was standing beside Grandpa right at the front beaming as she
watched me move up between the group.  Grandpa watched me, not smiling, not
looking as if he was going to cry.  He just looked...in control.
 Brad was standing straight up, right beside Paul.  Paul looked so strong,
so handsome.  His smile shining so brightly it lit up the entire room.  His
gorgeous gold eyes shining almost as brilliantly as his smile.
 His gorgeous muscles rippling as he turned following me every single step
of my walk.  I kept my eyes on his not wanting to look away from him and
make myself even more nervous.  I didn't go fast...and I didn't go too
slowly either.  This was only the first part.  The second part would be the
hard part.
 When I got to the front he took my hand in his and gave it a little
squeeze.  Then we both turned to Grandpa he looked at us both sternly gazing
strongly at us.  Then he accidentally let a small little smile slip out.
 Then he turned to Grandma and they both raked their fingernails across each
other's flesh, both of them drawing blood.  But the scratches disappeared as
they both grew, both in width and height.  I heard Aunt Jessica gasp off to
the side as their muscles expanded under her parents flesh.  Tissue turning
hard.  They both took on a wild look and it seemed to take a lot of their
strength just to look away from each other and turn their attention back on
us.
 Grandpa's penis looked so hard and erect, it looked like he could have used
it as an axe to chop fire wood.  And Grandma was watching him so filled with
lust.  And the same look was burning in his eyes.  And he looked like he was
having a hard time trying to keep his attention on us.
 He forced himself through the ceremony doing everything that was set out in
the papers that Laura had given him to look at.  Everyone watched us as we
kissed when Grandpa had finished the words, then when we turned to face
everyone else we heard a noise behind us, something close to a grunt.
Turning around Grandpa had jumped Grandma, and they were going at it like a
pair of jackrabbits.
 We turned back around smiling, and everyone was smiling and trying hard not
to laugh.  But even though Dad had that twinkle of joy in his eyes with his
arm wrapped around Mom he was looking over at Aunt Jessica studying the
smile on her face.
 Paul and I left the room into our bedroom and pulled on our jeans and
T-shirts, getting ready for the hunt.  When we re-emerged from the bedroom
everyone was still waiting for us in the living room.  Everyone was still in
a state of nudity and Grandma and Grandpa were still going at it in the
corner of the room.
 Everyone gave us kisses and hugs and said they'd see us later.  "We'd like
to announce who we want to wait for us at our apartment," Paul said
squeezing my waist with the arm he had wrapped around me.
 "Aunt Lorena," I said softly smiling at her and she gave us a little nod
and smile.
 "Mom," Paul said.
 "Dad."
 "Rebeca."
 "Brad."
 "Grandma."
 "Grandpa."
 "And...." Paul said drawing it out a little bit.
 "Aunt Jessica," I finished giving her a smile.  She smiled at us surprised
a little but grateful.  I knew it was what she wanted and even though she
had been timid about it, she had honored us by going naked and we wanted her
to know that we appreciated it.
 Dad and Mom followed us to the door and where ever he produced them from he
gave us some keys.  "All right you two, your a third there," Mom said
smiling.
 "Congratulations, here take these."  Paul held out his hand and Dad dropped
them into his hand.  "Your going to have to run out to the hunting grounds.
There's a hover-car hidden beneath some brush.  Use your noses, and you'll
find it.  We marked it last night.  You should find it without much
difficulty.
 "Use it to pick up...your dinner.  We'll see you two in a little bit."
 "Thanks Dad," I said giving him a kiss then turning and giving Mom one too.
"Bye Mom."
 "I'll see you two later," Mom said smiling choking back a tear.  "Good
luck!  I love you you two, you know that."
 "We know Mom, we'll see you's later.  And Dad...do something about Aunt
Jessica, you look like a love sick puppy!"
 "Princess!"
 "I thought you were eyeing your sister pretty good," Mom exclaimed.  "So
that's what it's about.  You want to bed her!"
 "Beck.  It's...I wanted...."
 "Well, I think it's a good idea," Mom said linking her arm in Dad's and
leaning against his shoulder.  "She needs someone to give her some good
loving right now.  I think it would be wonderful for us to give it to her.
She deserves it, she's a very special woman.  A very beautiful one from what
I've seen too.
 "If you want to take her into our bed.  Consider it upon her approval
done," Mom said before stretching up a little and kissing him.  "Don't worry
kids I'll get rid of the love sick puppy.  One way or another.  Now you two
go and do what you have to do."
 "Good, then we'll see you later," I told them squeezing Paul's waist.
"Bye."
 "Bye sweety," Mom replied.
 "Bye Princess!"
 "We shouldn't be too long, maybe an hour or two, but that'll be about it."
 "Take your time and enjoy yourselves.  I think I'm going to take your
mother upstairs for a little while," Dad said grinning glancing at Mom and
receiving a kiss from her for it.
 We left the apartment after that and made the three minute run at top
speed.  The car was easy to find, Mom and Dad's scent was all over the
place.  We could even smell where they had made love the previous night.
 When we got downtown I got out of the car and walked down the street
looking for a nice prostitute that was strictly into girls.  Or fresh
washed.  It took a little bit, but I found one that smell like soap and
water, and also had the scent of cheap perfume on her.
 I wasn't exactly sure what to do, but when she caught me staring at her she
knew exactly what to do.  She walked over to me and asked me if I wanted to
have some fun while rubbing one of her breast.
 I smiled and nodded and pointed towards the car.  But when we were walking
back to the car she spotted Paul and stopped in her tracks.  "Why is he in
the car?"
 "He's my husband," I explained.  "Every now and then he likes taking me out
to find a woman to have a one night stand with.  He doesn't do anything
when...the other woman is there.
 "I don't mind doing it, screwing another woman for him. It makes him happy,
and every time after the woman leaves I get the jump of the century.  All
you've got to do...is play with me!"
 "Well...all right, but I want my money up front!"
 "I opened my purse and gave her everything I had."
 She followed me to the car and climbed into the back seat first.  Then I
followed her in.  "So you like to watch do you?" she asked Paul.  I tried to
explain all that I had told her through our little bit of telepathy that we
had.
 "Yes," he replied simply starting the car up and driving. The moment we
were off the ground I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head dropping it on
the floor.
 "You want to start right now," she asked me watching as I took my pants
off.  "Before we even get to the motel?"
 "Yes, I want my money's worth," I told her undoing her jacket.
 "A girl with convictions, I like that," she said taking her jacket
completely off and dropping it to the floor of the car.  I leaned over to
kiss her lips but she held up her hand between my lips.
 "I don't do kisses!"
 "All right," I sighed watching her as she pushed her skirt down.  Exposing
what had to be the hairiest bush I had ever seen in my life.  The dark curls
had to be at least an inch deep.  And her soft brown eyes watching me looked
so innocent. Her breasts were nicely made, just right to fit into the palms
of my cupped hands.
 "You've got nice big tit's," she said looking down at my breasts as she
fondled them.  "They look so delicious," she said cupping one of my breasts
before leaning down and taking one of my nipples in her mouth.
 "Eat me out," I whispered digging into the deep dark curls of the hair on
her head.  It didn't take too much more prompting for her to stick her ass
up as high as she could to manoeuvre her way between my legs.
 She dug right in and I wrapped my legs around her head trying to press her
a little tighter against me.  The woman gave such good head, it was
unbelievable.  She alternated between playing with my clitoris, and actually
delving into the depths of my warm damp pussy with her fingers.
 When the car stopped she was just bringing me to what had to be my third
orgasm.  After a few moments the door behind her was opened and Paul hauled
her out kicking and screaming. He threw her out onto the ground sending her
tumbling across the dirt before helping me out of the car.
 He had already undressed before he had gotten her out of the car.  We
kissed and rubbed up against each other for a second before we noticed that
she was running away.  I ran after her catching up pretty easily.  Then I
ran passed her laying down in the long grass waiting for her.  It felt so
good laying their with my pussy rubbing up against the long strands of grass
and my breasts being tickled by them at the same time.  When she stumbled
upon me I scared her back towards Paul and closer to the woods.
 Paul caught her and tossed her back further towards the woods and she
scrambled back up to her feet and broke into a run straight for the woods.
Purposely I ran straight at Paul, knocking him over so we both went rolling
a little and I gave him a playful kiss before getting off of him.
 Then together we went into the woods.  The scent of the soap that she used
was strong enough to leave us a decent trail to follow.  I leapt up into the
branches while Paul moved along the ground.  Each of us creeping close to
her in our own individual ways.
 But I stopped at one tree that still had the faint remnants of where Momma
Sandi had rubbed up against it.  So I decided to take a little break to rub
my own pussy up against the hard bark.  It was a wonderful feeling, having
something so hard and scratchy rubbing right against the most sensitive part
of my body.
 It was exhilarating, but when the woman cursed after she tripped over
something and reality came crashing in over the emotions of the experience.
I set off to track down where the noise had come, spotting where Paul was in
the bushes I moved a little further ahead.
 She had her leg caught in a fallen tree and was cursing a blue storm as she
tried to yank her leg out from where it was stuck.  She kept glancing back
into the brush to see if she could see either of us coming.  I laid there on
the branch watching her, not moving enough to alert her attention.  Just
watching her panic.  And the fear, it was so strong around her.  I almost
thought I could see it.
 When Paul broke through the bush right beside her she screamed and he leapt
at her silencing her scream as she thudded down onto the ground.  I leapt
down from the tree and circled around her for a few moments while Paul did
the same thing.
 After a few more moments she regained consciousness and quickly glanced
around and when she spotted us, she screamed again trying to scuttle
backwards.  I leapt at her.  Pinning her to the ground, I kissed her sucking
a little bit of the air out of her lungs.  Then grinning madly at her I
started rubbing my knee against her crotch.
 She was so terrified that she had forgotten entirely about screaming.  I
kissed her again, knowing exactly how much she hated it.  Then Paul's hand
was rubbing and petting my pussy starting me purring and distracting me.
 As a result she managed to wrangle herself free and get a few paces away.
"Don't do that," I snarled at Paul before leaping on her again.  "Where do
you think your going," I growled licking her lips.  "Your mine remember, I
paid for you!"
 "Take your money just let me out of here!" she shouted.
 "Not a chance," I growled rubbing my breasts against hers. "Your mine!"
She hit me in the head with her hands but before she could do it a third
time Paul caught her hands and held them above her head.
 "Thank you dear," I told him leaning towards him and dragging my breasts
across her face to kiss his lips.  She fought and bucked as I made my way
down her body giving her little butterfly kisses until I reached her sweet
smelling pussy.
 "Mmmmm...a male virgin," I moaned knowing she hadn't spent a single minute
in bed with a man.  "Do you want it?" I snarled looking up at Paul.
 He shook his head while forcing her hand to stroke his erect penis again.
I was actually hoping that he would have. The insertion of his penis would
have made her scream like a banshee.
 "Please," she begged in tears "let me go.  Let me go.  I won't say
anything.  I won't tell anyone!"
 "Would you like a man to fuck you once in your life," I asked her climbing
back up her body so my lips were only a few inches from hers.  "Before you
become dinner!"
 She sobbed, and begged a little more for us to let her go.  All I did was
rub my heavy breasts against her and ask her "Do you want a man?"
 She sobbed and cried and begged and pleaded.  I shoved my fingers into her
dry pussy, and asked "Do you want a man!"
 "Yes," she finally whimpered.
 "Fuck her, but don't give her seed!" I told Paul as he moved around while I
took over holding her arms.  "You'll want to see this," I told her getting
behind her head and propping it up on my knees so she could see the huge
thing wavering infront of her.
 "Ohmygod!" she screamed and I quickly clamped my hand down around her mouth
as Paul spread her legs wide.  She started screaming under my hand wide-eyed
as Paul positioned himself outside of her dry entrance.
 Then with one thrust he completely buried himself inside of her and she
screamed.  God did she scream.  Every time he withdrew from her, his cock
was covered in a thicker darker blanket of delicious blood.
 She kept screaming as he fucked her hard and so strong; with each thrust
she screamed louder.  Until finally her screaming stopped completely and she
went completely limp.
 "Ahhh...you broke her," I complained letting her head drop hard against the
ground.  "I guess it's dinner time then."
 She was delicious, absolutely perfect.  Nothing like what Mom had ever
cooked, eating raw meat was perfection.  Especially just after the heart had
stopped, and even it was delicious.
 When there was nothing left but bone we cuddled up together kissing and
licking at the dried on blood until we had cleaned each other completely.
 We disposed of the bones exactly the way Dad had told us to and we hid the
car back where we had got it from.  Then we got dressed and stuffed her
clothes in the trunk of the car.
 It was a five minute run when we ran back to our place, but it wasn't any
more tiring.  I felt like I could run the entire circumference of the planet
without even breaking into a sweat.  And holding Paul's hand along the way
made it even more perfect.
 When we got to our place we opened the door with our keys and found
everyone in the living room.  We didn't even say a word to the eight, we
just headed straight for the bedroom and they were right behind us.
 We fell to the bed naked writhing in each others arms.  I didn't even
realize when Paul penetrated me.  I never knew he was gone.  He was all
around me, inside my pussy, inside my head.  But most of all inside my
heart, where he belonged.
 I don't even remember when anyone left, or the time passing.  When we
finally decided to get up the sun was shining and it was a week later, and
we both couldn't stop smiling, then or any other moment in our life.  We
were together and that's all that mattered.  We were then, we are now.  We
always will be together.  This life.  The next.  Forever and ever!
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